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DCxDP fanfic idea: Danny's Did you know?
Danny is a contact creator.
He started off as a kid who wanted to dump info about space or other interests, making it more "Did you Know" as his theme, but his channel really took off the first time he invited a ghost to speak about the era that came before.
No one knows Sidney Poindexter is a ghost. Ghosts usually do not appear on camera; if they do, they are always a blur or barely visible outline. That doesn't come into play when the camera happens to belong to the Ghost King, who is unaware of the title.
Due to this, the ghosts, as his guest stars, turn out to look like normal human beings. There is no glow, no see-through effect, and the only odd thing about them is how they dress.
Even Poindexter's coloring could be explained with some well-done make-up.
They think he's just someone wearing a costume and pretending to be from the 1950s, using information Danny had researched. Danny's interview with Poindexter became an instant hit among those who applauded the genuine authenticity of what the 1950s actually were like.
Not only that, but Poindexter's reactions to modern terms and objects that Danny presents are hilarious to the viewers, as he never once broke character. There is even an entire section where both grumble about the bullying issue in their shared high school.
A particular scene becomes a trending meme.
"Did you know Dr. Seuss coined the word "Nerd" in 1950? He used it in the book If I Ran the Zoo," Danny tells Poindexter.
The other teenager rolls his eyes. "Of course, I knew. It was published in my first year of High school. I was one of the first to be called nerd, you know? It would have been more impressive if it didn't take the entire football team four days to read."
"Four days!?"
"Dr. Seuss's writing style saved the American reading levels back in my day."
"So we have always been stupid, huh?"
Danny's next guest is Johnny 13, a biker from the early 1980s who spends most of his time flirting with Dannyâwho doesn't acknowledge the attemptsâand proudly tells the viewers he may have been there, but he was too poor to know much about the 1980s.
"What were the trends in that era?" Danny asks Johnny after considering his notes.
The biker shrugs. "I think cellphones? They were too expensive for me or my block. Never saw one in real life before I died."
"Well, one trend was waterbeds. Did you know that waterbeds were invented in the 60s? They were made by a design student but weren't popular until the 80s, making them popular for the sudden rise of sex appeal." Danny says with a cheerful grin.
Johnny 13 tilts his head, considering his words. "Radical. I couldn't afford a mattress, much less a waterbed, but I bet they were fun. If you can get your hands on one, I would happily show you how fun they can be."
Danny rolls his eyes and then considers something. "If you couldn't afford a mattress, how did you get your bike then?"
"I stole it. Car theft was effortless back then after hotwiring took off." Johnny's smirk turns dark. "I stole to keep myself fed. Bad luck followed you everywhere when you started at America's rock bottom. Only crime could get you out, and even then, life was shit."
Danny reaches out and pats his shoulder. "At least you got to live through one of the best eras in our history."
"Nah, I died in 1983. I missed it, but do you know who actually got to live it? Ember. She died in 1990."
Next week, Ember strikes an alarming resemblance to the one-hit-wonder singer Ember McLain, who had nearly made it big a few years ago.
"What were the 80s like?"
"Terrible, everyone hated me in school, and AIDS was killing all my friends."
Danny pauses for a long moment, looking horror-struck, until Ember shrugs, "But Glam rock was made popular, which was kind of cool."
"Glam?"
Ember smirked at the host, holding her guitar. "Want to hear some?"
By the end of her performance, everyone was losing their mind that Danny Fenton somehow knew a big name like Ember Mclain, and her music once again started to trend. So much so she released another song called "Lost," dedicated to all her fallen friends who died in the AIDS epidemic.
It goes on and on, with each new video showcasing different times and people from those backgrounds. Tim Drake never misses an episode as a dedicated follower of Danny's Did You Know?
He also thought it was a gimmick to make the show entertaining and thought nothing of the hilarious conversationsânot when the host was such adorable eye candy.
Things are normal until Tim watches Danny interview Greta Hayes, who died in the late 90s. His very dead, very much a ghost teammate who happily tells the story of her life while looking like an ordinary girl for the first time.
It's not even someone dressed up as her. She makes an apparent reference to some slang Bart uses, and a few of the team's inside jokes are sprinkled into the conversation.
Tim feels a headache coming on. After watching the episode, he grinned darkly as he picked up his phone and called Bruce.
"So we may have a problem. Either a necromancer with an insane amount of skill or something similar. We need to go to Amity Park to investigate Danny Fenton."
Bruce sighs. "Tim, I am not helping you stalk your internet crush-"
"It's not stalking. It's detective work!"
#dcxdpdabbles#Danny's Did you know?#Part 1#Dead tired#Danny runs a online talkhost/ info dump#Tim is his fan#The ghosts are his guests#Bruce has been on the receiving end of many âIsn't Danny Fenton so hot!?â rambles from Tim
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Mina stroked his face gently, "Yes Armand, I know you completely."
She wrestled with a few things in her mind, and it was time to tell him her story, "You already know the early times for me. You know about the anger I felt for what he did. No one is born into this world with an easy birth. And when I came into it, I was very angry."
A tear slipped out, she wiped it way, "You already know about the dark hunters who tortured the vampire to tell me the Great Laws just because they could. It was such a shriveled weak thing from the years they starved it, kept it filled with dead man's blood...chained down in a basement. You remember how I told you I killed the vampire and their leader? They tracked me down soon after, beat be bloody. I have....whip marks on my back still from one holding a belt. Called me a traitor to my kind. I faked being dead, never saw them again. I don't even know what happened to them. Probably died on some random hunt somewhere. Most hunters don't have a good shelf life."
"And you know about the kids, those two things took most of my sanity, I think. Or what was left of it. I've made a lot of bad decisions Armand. People died because of decisions I made, or didn't make."
It would just be easier to show him. She pulled off her shirt and left it beside her.
"I was a nurse during world war 1 and world war 2," she told him and took his hand, "Monsters were attacking to those sorts of feeding grounds, so I'd hunt at night." She pressed a scar on her hip, "That was from a grenade." Another on her shoulder, "This one from a nazi I killed. He thought he would surrender to America, he thought he had the knowledge that would get him a pardon. But as I looked at him in my company all I could think was 'how the hell could you do that to another human being and expect to get away with it?' So he didn't. She showed him the map of her body, explained each scar and where it came from. It wasn't the playful flirting that was last night. Her story was drenched in blood, so much death. While he'd tucked away from the world, Mina had been integrated in it, watched it change around her.
Not every story was as noble as killing the nazi. There were a lot of cases where it was no good decisions. She made the best one she could at the time only to find out it wasn't. Naiveté, anger, pride, arrogance, it all factored in.
Hell, sometimes she made the wrong decision because she was just so despondent and depressed that she just thought she was waiting to die.
The history she stood on the corners of; Getting the right to vote, and The Great War, and then World War 2 and Korea, and Vietnam....watching countries separate and form and dissolve. Watching her friends and loved ones born, grow, die, or were wiped out in epidemic such as the Spanish Flu and AIDS
SO many that wanted to be old taken away young....and she was still here. Maybe for him and it was fate. maybe she was just stupidly lucky.
"No one knows these stories," she told him, "No one, except you."
The men she was often with would ask, and they may know some. But she never told anyone every single scar.
"I'm so tired of fighting," she told him quietly, "I want to grow a garden with my husband and run a gallery by the water. And if that's all we do for an eternity, I would be so happy that it would be with you."
The guilt weighed in her gut as she processed what he told her. She hugged him tightly. A breakup after 77 years, Mina couldn't imagine 77 years.
When he told her she was his choice and he wanted to be her husband, Mina felt the tears well up again and she kissed him lovingly, "I want to be your wife more than anything. I love you. You deserve to be loved. Frankly by someone far better than me but I love you with everything. I want to be your comfort. I'm so sorry I pulled you back there to that place."
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âcatalyst.
pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader
genre: fluff, pining, non-idol au, best friendâs little brother au
word count: 5.4k
summary: when your best friend points out how there seems to be something more than just a platonic friendship going on between you and hyunjin, you couldnât help but start questioning everything youâve been doing together so far.
a/n: and we finally get y/nâs pov!! (and a little bit of hyunieâs as always lol canât help myself). there is a lotttttt of overthinking on her end so please go easy on her, she just got hit by facts she hadnât thought twice about before (thank u chan).
if anyone comes across this in the tags, this is part 15.2 of a social media series called heart out! you can read it as a stand-alone but i wouldnât recommend it since there are a lot of references to the previous parts of the story.
as always i hope you all enjoy! if you do, please let me know your thoughts on it<3
When you woke up that day, you never wouldâve expected to end up with so many unanswered questions by the end of it.
It was supposed to be a normal day â a great one, actually. You were having lunch at the Hwangâs household, and that itself was enough to make you happy as ever.
It had been a while since youâd last seen Hyunjin and Yejiâs parents, let alone shared a meal with them, so you took it upon yourself to get up extra early that morning in order to make some dessert for them âa lemon pie and a chocolate one, as they were Mr. and Mrs. Hwangâs favouritesâ and still have enough time left to get ready.
Yeji called you out as soon as she and Chan arrived to pick you up, ranting about how it wasnât necessary for you to bring anything, while you and Chan could only laugh, knowing well enough she was already eyeing the lemon pie and thinking of how many pieces she would have.
What only made it funnier to you was that you knew youâd get a similar reaction from Hyunjin once you met him at his parentsâ, only heâd be eyeing the chocolate pie instead.
Said and done, as soon as you entered their house and Hyunjin came up to greet you ânot without first letting you know just how hurt he was over you sharing a ride with your friends instead of himâ, he began to go on about how he told you that you didnât need to bring their parents any presents, like you said you would after his mother had so generously made you some soup when you were in bed with a fever a week ago. Nevertheless, you could see the way he stole a few glances at the chocolate pie, before offering to take it to the kitchen, while Yeji did the same with the lemon one. You could never get bored with these two.
Their parents, you knew very well by now, were just the same as them. It was clear where Yeji and Hyunjin got their humor and antics from.
You always had a very nice time with them, as theyâd always find the right topic to keep the conversation going. But then for some reason your dating life made it to the conversation at one point and Mingyu was brought up by their mother asking you about the âhandsome young manâ they met a couple of times; and somehow that alone would be the catalyst that set off a series of events that ultimately left you questioning your entire relationship with Hyunjin later that night.
âSo you are definitely not getting back together with him?â Their mother asked at last, once the whole âMingyu loreâ, as Yeji called it, had been covered.
âUmâŠâ you hesitated, eyes unconsciously locking with Hyunjin next to you, before you looked for Yeji, who was in front of him. âNo, weâre notâ.
âOh, dearâ she lamented. âWhat he did was such a shame, the two of you certainly made a very nice coupleâ.
âYou heard how he turned out to be an asshole, thoughâ Yeji pointed out, taking the words from Hyunjinâs mouth and inevitably having him and Chan nod in silent agreement.
âItâs a good thing youâre moving past himâ their father chimed in this time.
You nodded, giving him a gentle smile. You were trying your best, for sure.
âHis parents must be devastatedâ Mrs. Hwang lamented again, bringing your attention back to her.
This time, you couldnât help but let out a breathy laugh. âI mean, I got along really well with them, but I wouldnât go as far as to think theyâre devastatedâ.
âLosing a daughter-in-law as beautiful and attentive as youâŠâ she explained, bringing some heat to your cheeks that you tried to play off by taking a sip of water. âThe two of you wouldâve made such beautiful childrenâ.
The water you were drinking didnât follow the path down your throat it shouldâve at the sound of her statement, and you inevitably ended up choking on it.
âYah, mumâ Hyunjin called her out, gently patting your back as you tried to catch your breath. âCan we not mention children and her ex in the same sentence?â
âRight, sorryâ she apologised, handing you a napkin and giving you a soft smile before her eyes focused on her husband; ignoring the way Hyunjinâs hand remained unconsciously drawing small circles on your back until you were able to breathe normally again. âBut just imagine if we had that kind of genes in the familyâ.
âDid she just call us ugly?â Yeji frowned, locking eyes with Hyunjin, who couldnât help but chuckle instead of acting offended like his sister â in his eyes you were on a whole other level of beauty after all.
âHonestly though, even I feel offended nowâ Chan butted in. âI donât recall you wanting my genes this badâ.
âThey met you when we were already a couple, she probably wouldâve tried to bribe you too otherwiseâ Yeji let him know with a cynical laugh, having you all follow right after.
âTrust me, sheâs already pictured how cute your children will beâ Mr. Hwang let the couple know.
âCan we not?â Yeji pleaded with red cheeks this time. Chan, on the other hand, could not let the opportunity to tease her pass, poking her cheek and repeating in a squeaky voice just how cute their kids would be. âBack to the topic of Y/Nâs genes, pleaseâ she begged.
âJeez! Thanks, best friendâ you ironically said amidst an incredulous laugh, earning a finger heart and an obnoxious smile from her in response.
âMy point was,â their mother resumed her previous train of thought. âNow that Y/Nâs single, Iâm kind of wishing we had an older son. Imagine how beautiful their children would be if she became a Hwangâ.
Well, that certainly felt like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown right at Hyunjin.
âHyunjinâs right here, though?â Chan pointed out before the youngest could begin to get lost in his âquite angstyâ thoughts. âTheyâre both in their twenties, Iâd say thereâs hope for Y/N to become a Hwangâ.
And maybe, if you werenât too busy kicking Chan under the table, you wouldâve noticed the shy smile curving up Hyunjinâs mouth, as well as his slightly rosy cheeks as he looked down to his still nearly untouched food.
Maybe if Yeji wasnât too busy laughing at her boyfriend after getting hit and ever so poorly trying to comfort him, she wouldâve noticed her brother being all flustered, too.
But, thankfully for him, his parents did. And that was enough for them to nod their heads in silent understanding.
That was the last comment they made about your dating life that afternoon, having no trouble directing the topic once again towards Chan and Yejiâs relationship instead.
You, on the other hand, although had managed to do a pretty good job at following whatever topic was brought up for the rest of the meal, could not seem to let Chanâs comment go.
It was out of place. Way out of it. What did Hyunjin have to do with it anyway? Like, yes, they were talking about you becoming a Hwang and, yes, he was the only son they had, but that didnât immediately make him an option?
He was three years younger than you. He was only seventeen and still in high school when you met, whereas you were in your second year of university. It felt wrong to even think about it. And it was even worse considering that there was a reason his mum had explicitly mentioned her wish to have an older son instead of pushing you towards Hyunjin right away. It didnât seem right for them either, as far as you could tell from what had just gone down.
Which is why you couldnât let it go. Not even after you and Hyunjin got back to your place, like you had agreed to earlier that day when you decided to share a car with Chan and Yeji instead of him, and he wasted no time to secure his much needed alone time with you once you were done at his parentsâ.
Youâd excused yourself to the kitchen to make some popcorn while Hyunjin was comfortably resting on your couch as he looked for any romcom movie to watch while he sipped on the hot chocolate you made as soon as you got home, and you took those few minutes away from him to text Chan and ask for an explanation.
And, God, did you get one.
You re-read the conversation over and over after he went offline, unable to understand where the hell had it all come from.
âHeâs 23 nowâ.
âYou may have met when he was 17 but heâs an adult nowâ.
âConsidering whatâs currently going on between the two of youâ.
âIâm just trying to make you see and actually consider all your choicesâ.
âHyunjin is not a little boy anymoreâ.
Every single text, hitting harder than the other.
Of course he was no longer a little boy. He stopped being one a long time ago, you werenât stupid. But he was still Hyunjin, Yejiâs little brother. Nothing would ever change that.
You were supposed to care for him just like she did, to be there for him and protect him when the time came. He wasnât supposed to be âa choiceâ for you like any other guy could.
He was Hyunjin, the teenage boy who hardly talked to you the weekend you first met and would stutter almost every time he did, and who would so shyly let you and Yeji know dinner was ready whenever you stayed at theirs after that.
Hyunjin, the high school student youâd give some advice regarding the university admission test and applications throughout his last year of it, and whose graduation you attended later on.
Hyunjin, who made it to your university and would constantly ask for your help in his assignments, regardless of him having chosen a completely different major; and who youâd constantly check up on to make sure he was doing okay in his first year of it.
Hyunjin, who held you tight as ever the night Mingyu left you, and refused to go home like Yeji told him it was okay for him to until he was sure you were sound asleep and no longer crying, which didnât happen until way past four in the morning.
Hyunjin, who would text to check up on you every single day after your breakup, even if it meant getting very short, cold answers from the heartbroken and detached persona that had taken over your body the following weeks.
Hyunjin, who included you in his New Yearâs Eve plans and kept you company the entire weekend Yeji and Chan were away.
Hyunjin, who made it known he missed being as close as you once got to be years ago and took the lead to propose picking up where you left off.
Hyunjin, the man who had spent the entire past month making your days better by simply texting or showing up at your place â being there for you even when you didnât need him to.
Had you really missed how much he was there for you? When was it that the roles reversed and he started to look after you instead?
You jumped when the microwave started beeping, letting you know the popcorn was ready. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you rushed to pour the popcorn into a bowl before making your way back into the living room.
Hyunjinâs head snapped in your direction, unable to hide his smile as soon as he saw you.
You gulped, trying your best to calm your heartbeats down before you took a seat next to him right as he placed the now empty mug on the coffee table. Maybe you shouldâve texted Chan later that night, when Hyunjin was back at his place and you wouldnât have to face him right away after being hit with so many questions.
âI was like one minute away from going over there to see what was taking you so longâ he confessed.
âJust making us a small snackâ you smiled cutely, shaking the bowl in your hands to make your point.
âIâm pretty sure popcorn takes like three minutes to make in the microwave,â he pointed out, shoving a single one into his mouth. âYou took like sevenâ.
You scoffed in amusement. âDid you set a timer or something?â
âNo, but I watched three whole movie trailers,â he admitted, earning a breathy laugh from you. âAnd that without counting the minutes I spent scrolling through movies to watch. Iâd say you took at least ten minutes, actuallyâ.
âDid you miss me that much to actually count the minutes?â You couldnât help but joke.
âWell, yesâ he answered with no hesitation, and no signs of joking either; very unfortunately for your already shaken up heart. âI told you earlier that I hadnât seen you all week and wanted to spend time with youâ.
âWeâve been together nearly all dayâ you reminded him sweetly.
âNot alone, thoughâ his words made you feel warm inside, like they seemed to be doing a lot lately. âItâs not the sameâ.
âSorry,â you pouted, and that was enough for him to melt. âI got kinda caught up texting and⊠here, Iâll just leave my phone on the table so weâll just focus on the movieâ.
Placing your phone next to his on the coffee table in front, you leaned back against the sofa, tilting your head up towards the TV, so heâd hit âplayâ and you could get started on your movie night.
When five seconds went by and he didnât move an inch, you focused your eyes on him instead.
âHyunie?â You called him, moving your hand in front of him to pull him out of his thoughts and smiling once you did. âEverything alright?â
âYeah, um, I justâŠâ he struggled, having his eyes going back to your phone. âWas it work related? Like, was it⊠was heâŠâ
âI was talking to Channieâ you clarified when you got what was going through his mind. âDonât be silly now, you really think Iâd spend ten minutes of my life texting my ex boyfriend?â
âI mean, you guys have a project together now, soâŠâ
âStill, we can just get it over with by emailâ you stood your ground. âI only spend that long texting people I actually enjoy talking toâ.
He smiled, happy to know you would usually spend that amount of time texting âif not moreâ and, therefore, he was one of those lucky ones you enjoyed talking to.
Beaming after that realisation, and with the possibility of you talking to your ex out of the way, he grabbed the remote and pointed it to the TV.
âIs this one okay?â He asked, motioning towards the title â10 Things I Hate About Youâ displayed on it.
You nodded quite effusively. âWhat are you waiting for, itâs one of my favouritesâ.
He bit his lip, but not even that was enough to hide the wide smile taking over his face as he leaned back against the couch as well and finally hit âplayâ. Of course he knew you loved that movie. He wasnât choosing one only he enjoyed after all, and maybe knowing youâd get happy about it was the reason he ended up going with this particular one.
To be fair, he knew heâd spend half of the movie looking at you instead anyway. It was quite cute how you wouldnât notice, being way too immersed in the plot you mustâve watched a hundred times by now.
Every now and then, he would reach for the popcorn at the same time as you, with the mere intention of his fingers faintly touching yours, but by the third time they touched and he got no reaction from you, he decided he wanted more â having your fingers touch without you noticing was not enough.
So, he slid slightly down the sofa, just enough for his face to be on the same level as yours, and then he rested his head on your shoulder.
That, you noticed. Hyunjin realised by the way your body tensed up under his touch.
And, for a moment there, he considered sitting up and going back to his previous position, hating the thought of his proximity making you feel uncomfortable; but you greatly surprised him by leaning your head on his before he could do so, silently letting him know right then that you did in fact enjoy being this close to him.
In the end, he had nothing to worry about when it came to touching you, for you had made it clear a while ago that it didnât bother you. But, then again, he wasnât sure whether you were only enduring it or actually enjoyed it. He didnât know which touches were okay and which ones were crossing the line. And the thing was, so far, you enjoyed every single kind of physical contact he had tried with you. They were all brief, innocent even, sweet.
Him leaning his head on your shoulder hadnât made you tense up because he crossed some kind of line, but because, unknown to him, your head was a complete mess right then. Unable to let your previous conversation with Chan go, you were now questioning the meaning behind this small action of his.
âConsidering whatâs currently going on between the two of youâ.
Was this what he meant by that? You and Hyunjin being this kind of close?
This was the first time he rested his head on your shoulder out of all the times youâd been sitting down on your couch just like this, and now you couldnât tell whether you were overthinking too much because of your friendâs words, or whether you wouldâve started overthinking just the same regardless of it.
Yes, he had held your hand before, but it was an act for the hotteok lady not to feel ashamed after thinking the two of you were a couple.
Yes, you had cuddled through the night on this very couch, but it was only because you passed out without either of you noticing.
Every other âmajorâ touch you shared had an excuse behind it. Hyunjin lying his head on your shoulder, however? It didnât have one. He just felt like it, wanted to be close to you. And ultimately you ended up giving in and resting your head on his simply because you felt like it, too. It felt nice. Regardless of the mess going on in your head, you wanted to be close to him, too.
Was it even an overthinking matter anyway? Friends did this all the time, right? Both you and Chan used to do it a lot before he and Yeji started dating. You and Yeji still did it a lot, too, up to this day. Why did it suddenly feel different with Hyunjin?
Damn you, Bang Chan. You certainly didnât need this right now.
Once again, your thoughts were interrupted by a sound. This one was softer than your microwaveâs beep, though, more like a buzz coming from one of the phones on the coffee table. Considering your phone wasnât on silent mode right then, you knew it was Hyunjinâs.
âYour phone just buzzedâ you let him know when he wouldnât budge.
âLeave itâ he replied simply, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
âWhat if itâs important?â You wondered.
He sighed, already giving in â as easily as he always did when it came to you. âIâm too comfy, can you pass it to me?â
You nodded in a second, unable to hold back the chuckle that escaped your mouth when you leaned over to grab his phone and he followed your movement, as he refused to lift his head from its comfortable spot on your shoulder.
Just as you were back in your place and about to hand him his phone, though, its screen lit up, letting you see a single message from Dahye.
As soon as you saw it, you panicked, practically shoving the phone into Hyunjinâs hands.
âSorry, I shouldnât have read thatâ you apologised, shamefully looking away.
Hyunjin frowned, sitting up in clear alert before he could check what you were talking about. His eyes opened wide once he read Dahyeâs text and he immediately realised what it mustâve looked like to you.
It was a simple question: âAre you coming over tonight?â
No hello, no âHyunjinie~â; just straight to the point, which couldnât help but lead you to wonder whether texts like this and him going over to her place at night were an usual occurrence by now.
Hyunjin had told you all about her at New Yearâs Eve. From how they kissed when he was drunk to how she wouldnât leave him alone even years after it happened. He told you it was one sided, that he was tired of her constant insistence. But then why did that one text from her make it seem like that wasnât precisely the case?
Unlike him, you hadnât read Hanâs message following Dahyeâs, for it had just been delivered when he checked his phone right then. You hadnât read the one message that gave the whole context to Dahyeâs obscure text.
âShe means to the pregame,â he was fast to clear up. âHan just texted me and apparently weâre going to a noraebang tonight and pregaming at Haeunâs. Dahyeâs staying with her, soâŠâ
You nodded, feeling like you werenât in the place to say anything. It was his life, after all. He could be with whoever he wanted. He didnât owe you any explanations. Fuck, did you want any explanations?
You didnât know if you were feeling embarrassed for reading a text message that was supposed to be private, or if you were upset over the idea that Chan had just planted in your head being tainted not even an hour later.
Maybe youâd been thinking too much over something that wasnât even there, being influenced by your best friend and what he thought was going on between you and Hyunjin. Maybe it was nothing after all.
But you couldnât deny that you did feel quite uneasy over her text.
Were you upset that she was talking to him? Were you upset they were possibly hooking up? Was it being about Hyunjin you were upset about? Or were you just upset over how much the scene playing right in front of you resembled the times youâd just started questioning Mingyuâs relationship with Hayun while you were still together?
The times youâd catch the suspicious text messages popping up on his notifications, how nervous he would get and how he would start to throw excuse after excuse for you to believe he had nothing to do with her⊠You knew this feeling all too well, and you hated that you were feeling it again, with Hyunjin of all people, when you were not even together, you had no feelings for him as far as you knew, and, most importantly, you knew he was nothing like Mingyu at all.
And yet, here you were, feeling the goddamn lump in your throat you had felt one too many times by now because of a guy.
âY/N?â He brought you back to reality. He looked worried. âI promise it doesnât mean what it looked likeâ.
You had to hold back the hopeless laugh that threatened to escape your mouth at the sound of his words.
Words you had heard and decided to let pass way more times than you were proud of, and which brought you right back to the downfall of your last relationship.
You didnât know which one of your concerns had to do with the trauma of your past relationship and which ones were actually related to the current situation you had just found yourself in.
When did it all stop being about Mingyu and it started being about Hyunjin?
âItâs okayâ you gave him the most genuine smile you could give him, to let him know you were alright. Still, he didnât look convinced. âYou should get going, thoughâ.
âI mean it, thoughâ he pushed it when he could tell you werenât convinced. âYou can go through the tââ
âHyunie,â you cut him off, this time with a soft chuckle. âItâs okay. I believe youâ.
Did you?
âBut apparently there is a pregame taking place in a bit, so you should get goingâ.
âYou donât even know at what time it isâ he pouted.
âItâs a little past seven right now,â you pointed out, checking the time in your phone. âIâm guessing at seven thirty? Eight at most?â
Looking down to the group chat with his friends and realising you were right, he only made his pout more prominent.
âAm I right?â You wondered with a teasing smirk.
âYesâŠâ he let out a defeated sigh.
When you laughed triumphantly, he leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder.
âI donât wanna go yetâ he mumbled.
âYou have to if you wanna make it in time with your friendsâ.
âI can always just skip pregameâ he suggested, then sitting up again and looking at you with a mischievous smile. âOr skip night out as a wholeâ.
âYah, Hwang Hyunjinâ you scolded him. âYou are not pulling a New Yearâs Eve stunt on me againâ.
âA New Yearâs Eve stunt?â He wondered rather amusedly.
âYou know, when you said youâd only stay with me until midnight and then ended up not going back to your friends that nightâ you explained.
âThis is different, though. We had plans beforeâ.
âStaying on the couch watching movies with me canât even compete with going out with your friendsâ.
âNo, youâre rightâ he nodded. âIt canât compete because staying in with you would win every timeâ.
âHyunjinâŠâ you tried your best to sound stern and not melt over his words. âGoâ.
âButâŠâ
âIâm not letting you skip yet another night out with your friends because of meâ.
âCome with me then?â He asked with puppy eyes.
You were quick to look away, knowing well enough you would fall for his charms otherwise. âIâll have to pass this timeâ.
âIs it because of Dahye?â He carefully wondered, taking your following silence as a yes. âWe can skip pregame and then Iâll tell my friends to make up some excuse for her not to join us at noraebangâ.
âHyunjin,â you couldnât help but chuckle. âYou donât have to do that, just go have fun with themâ.
âBut I wanna be with youâ he pouted once more.
âHyunieâŠâ it sounded like you were begging by now. âThe movieâs about to end anywayâ.
âAnd we were supposed to watch another once once it didâ he reminded you, later allowing a taunting smirk to curve up his lips when a certain idea made it to his head. âAre you so set on making me leave right now because youâre afraid you might not want me to leave at all if I stay any longer?â
You snorted, playfully yet gently poking his forehead. âSomeoneâs gotten a little too cocky, donât you think?â
âAm I wrong, though?â He pushed it. âDo you really want me to go?â
âHm?â
âDo you want me to go?â He repeated.
âYour friendsââ
âThatâs not what Iâm asking youâ he cut you off. âYou have this really bad habit of always avoiding my questions, you know?â
You found yourself lowering your head, feeling oh-so-little under his piercing stare.
Although Hyunjin loved seeing you nervous because of him and it was a very rare occurrence coming from you, right then, he wanted your eyes on him. So, placing two fingers under your chin, he tilted your head back to his eye level â both of you only realising how close you actually were when your eyes met.
âItâs a simple yes or no questionâ he specified, gently removing a strand of hair from your face. âDo you want me to go?â
âNoâ you answered truthfully this time.
He smiled brightly.
âButâBUT,â you emphasized before he could celebrate, leaning slightly back and lifting your index finger for him to pay attention. âLike I said, Iâm not letting you bail on your friends again, there will come a time theyâll get tired of it. You deserve to let loose and have some fun only with themâ.
âBut we were supposed to hang out todayâŠâ
âAnd we did?â
He frowned, clearly not happy with your answer.
âCome onnn,â you tried your best to convince him. âWeâll hang out again tomorrow anywayâ.
âWe will?â He perked up instantly, enough to make you feel shy all over again.
âI mean, if you want to, of courseâŠâ you corrected yourself. You had really become that used to seeing him both days every weekend now for it to be more of a given, huh?
âI believe itâs pretty clear by now that I always want to hang out with youâ.
You tried to hold back a smile â needless to say, your efforts were miserable. âOkay then, weâll see each other tomorrowâ.
âOkay,â he smiled, satisfied with your new plans. âLetâs go out this time, since staying in is too boring for you nowâ.
âWhen did I ever say that?!â
âWhen you said that this,â he motioned around your place. âWasnât competition for a night outâ.
âThat is so not what I meant?â You argued.
âStill,â he laughed, eyes softening when they locked with yours. âIâm taking you out for lunch, okay?â
You smiled timidly, nodding your head. âLetâs see if youâre not too hungover first. Might have to end up taking care of you insteadâ.
âNow I might get blacked out drunk just to have you taking care of me tomorrowâ.
You shook your head in disbelief, unable to hide your amusement as you looked away. âNever mind, I will be sending either Yeji or your mum insteadâ.
âIâm joking, Iâm jokingâ he laughed, looking for your eyes to lock with his again and gently grabbing your hands that were resting on your lap. âIâll behave. Just let me take you out for lunch tomorrow, hm? Just us twoâ.
Staring down at your hands in his warm, soft ones, you couldnât help but get invaded with more questions than answers.
It felt nice⊠being touched by him felt nice. Being close to him as a whole made you feel all warm inside. And he was right when he joked about you being scared you wouldnât want him to leave at all if he stayed any longer, because truth was you already didnât. You wanted him to stay, as close as you were minutes before.
Was it okay for you to be this close? Both physically and also emotionally? To the point of talking every single day and finding a way to see each other more than you saw your own best friends?
Did you enjoy his touch so much because it came from him? Or was it because you missed being touched?
Was he like this with everyone else? With Dahye? Anyone else at all? Did he treat you differently from them? Or was he just a flirty person and what you were now considering to be some kind of special treatment was just him acting the same as he did with every other girl?
Were you beginning to fall for him? Had you really been that oblivious to your own feelings? Or were you just looking too much into it now because of Chanâs influence, and mistaking a platonic âand rather strongâ connection for something more?
Would Yeji be okay with it?
Too many questions were invading your mind, one right after the other, and you couldnât find a single answer to any of them just yet.
However, although you didnât know what you were feeling and were unsure about what demons were from your past and which ones were new, you did know one thing for sure: You were never as happy as when you were with him.
So, with a soft smile and a nod of your head, pushing any other thought for later tonight when you went to bed, you said the only thing you could answer to his request right then. âOkayâ.
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Buck attempts to shift himself onto his stomach to sneak in ten more minutes of sleep before he needs to shower and get ready for work, but heâs pinned to the bed by an arm splayed across his chest. The muscley arm of his boyfriend. Just thinking about that word causes Buckâs insides to flip. He has a boyfriend. A big, strong, beast of a boyfriend â who looks like a vision as he softly snores next to him.
Buck and Tommy were at the same apartment fire downtown last night. Half of LAâs stations were there. It took all that combined manpower to finally put out the fire that had spread to all twenty floors of the building. Buck didnât even have time to quickly meet up with Tommy and tell him how hot he looked landing the chopper on a flame-engulfed rooftop. All he could do was wave as he flew away and deal with the (not so) gentle ribbing of his team making whip sounds at him.
A little bit after the fire was put out, the 118 were dispatched to another call. They didnât need as many stations there for the cleanup and triage. As they were driving away, he saw Lucy loading another victim into the back of Tommyâs chopper â his third trip back from Presbyterian. He ended up making another two before the end of his shift.
Buckâs shift ended first. He changed and went to Tommyâs to surprise him with dinner after a long and exhausting shift. As of late, Buck has been staying at Tommyâs more than going home to the loft. Even though itâs a longer drive to the 118, nothing beats getting to wake up next to (or entangled with) his boyfriend.
Buck wanted to stay up and wait for Tommy, but he was exhausted himself and ended up passing out hours before Tommy got home. Around midnight, Tommy buried his face into Buckâs neck, apologizing for waking him up â not like he had to. Buck will always savor every second he gets with his boyfriend. With the man heâs fallen for.
Tommy was misty-eyed as he recalled his last transfer. They didnât get to the hospital in time. The patient, a college student, succumbed to her injuries minutes before they landed. Lucy tried to perform compressions, but there was no use â she was gone.
Itâs part of the job. Both have lost plenty of people with the LAFD. Doesnât make it any easier. One of the perks of dating another first responder is having someone who knows exactly what it feels like. The regret, the blame, the what ifs â Buckâs been there. Been there more times than he can count.
So even when his muscles were steeped in exhaustion and he had an early shift the next morning, Buck gave Tommy what he needed. He held him down and sank into him, fucking him slowly and reverently until his mind was clouded with only thoughts of him and their shared connection. He showered him in praise, worshiped every patch of skin he could reach and reminded him of all the good heâs done. How heâs worthy of the pleasure heâs giving him. How loved he is.
Itâs an act of service that Buck is usually on the other end of. Heâs more likely to bring home the trauma of work â heâs over-emotional, heâs too much at times, heâs exhausting â yet time and time again, Tommy takes care of him. The least he could do was return the favor last night.
Buck watches Tommy sleep for a few minutes. Heâs beautiful, a work of art unlike Buckâs ever seen before. His chiseled muscles and cleft chin are so handsome, so masculine â it takes his breath away watching him. Sometimes Buck feels like he needs to pinch himself. He still canât believe this side of himself was hidden away for so long. How he couldnât see who he was after years of searching for it. But, if he came out before, who knows if he would have met Tommy? Who knows if he would have happiness like heâs found with his boyfriend? Heâs right where heâs meant to be, when heâs supposed to be.
Buck turns his alarm off before it wakes Tommy. He kisses the top of his head and slides out from under his (beefy) grip to start getting ready for work. He does his morning routine, basking in the smell of Tommyâs shampoo and soap on his skin. Heâs never going back to his old brand. Not when he can have Tommyâs signature cedar scent on him all day, reminding him who heâs going home to at the end of his shift. He throws on one of Tommyâs hoodies (for the same reason) and a pair of dark jeans.
When Buck makes it back to the bedroom, Tommy is still fast asleep â snoring louder now that his mouth isnât muffled by Buckâs neck. He kneels on the bed and lays a quick kiss to Tommyâs bare shoulder. He really wants a proper goodbye kiss before work, but heâd rather let his boyfriend sleep.
But then Tommy turns over on his side, pulling Buck into a patented Thomas Kinard bear hug. âCâmere.â He grumbles, barely awake. His eyes are still closed.
âBabe, I have work.â He whispers into Tommyâs jaw. Tommyâs lucky enough to have today off. âIâm coming over later.â
âYouâll be coming alright.â He smirks, still in a sleepy daze.
âOkay old man.â Buck laughs, prying himself from his boyfriendïżœïżœs grasp. He kisses Tommy again, this time on the lips. âGet some rest so I can hold you to thatâŠâ He canât help it - He kisses him again, this time lingering for a few seconds.
âMmm hmm.â He burrows his face further into the pillow, falling back asleep. Buck stands up and checks his watch, seeing heâs officially running late. Great. âStay safe, love you.â
Buck freezes. He turns back to see Tommy is out. âBabe?â He questions. He doesnât get a response. Heâs not sure if Tommy was even awake when he said it. But he definitely said it. Said that all important four-letter word. A word they had yet to say to each other. Until now.
All Buck can think about is another four-letter word - Fuck.
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Hidden Flames- Chapter 3
Summary: Y/N, a Kook who prefers the company of her Pogue friends, falls for Rafe Cameron. Despite their growing feelings, they maintain a facade due to their conflicting social circles and personal insecurities. Y/N is best friends with Sarah, Rafe's sister, which fuels Rafe's hidden affection. He despises how Y/N hangs out with the Pogues, believing she has more potential, while Y/N can't stand Rafe's for fights and stuck up nature. After a dramatic confrontation, they confess their feelings but must keep their relationship secret, with only Sarah in the know.
Warnings: 18+ only! Fluff, Angst, Smut (p in v), Adult language,
Authors note: Hey guys! Ugh I'm so sorry I made this like crazy long again and that it has been SO long betwen chapters. I've already sort of started working on Chapter 4 so hopefully I'll have it done soon. Anyways enjoy and feel free to message me if you have any requests xoxo.
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The warm sand felt soft against your feet, the gentle waves lapping at the shore. The sun was settling, casting a golden glow over everything. You were laughing, you donât know what from, but Rafe was beside you, smiling, his eyes filled with softness. Rafe's arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as he spun you in slow circles, laughter mingling with the sound of the ocean. He pulled you closed, gently kissing your lips and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You were dressed in white, almost like ghosts in a beautiful, ethereal world.
Rafe leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, âI want you forever Y/N. Even when Iâm gone Iâll still be with you.â
Before you could respond, a loud powerful jarring sound shattered the peaceful scene. The scene faded away and turned black and you groaned and opened your eyes. You padded your bed around you searching for your phone trying to turn off your god-awful 7:30 am alarm. Early mornings are going to be the death of me, you thought.
You instinctively pulled your cover back over your head, dreading the day ahead. Dress shopping for midsummerâsâŠÂ perfect. With only a week and a half to go, you already dreaded the thought of the superficial conversations that were bound to happen.
You try to hold onto the sweet memories of your dream but it is suddenly ruined when your mom yells down the hall.
âY/N time to get up! We are already behind schedule, we are leaving in an hour for the boutiqueâÂ
You groaned, slamming your face into the pillow and then pulling yourself up to start preparing for the day. You can already imagine your mom with her cup of coffee in her hand criticizing every dress you pull off the rack. Your parents were very particular when it came to a lot of things but the main thing was presentation; they hated it when you dressed in âpogueâ attire. Hence why dress shopping is so important to your mom, it validates to her that there is still hope for you. You rolled your eyes at the thought of her voice in your head but smiled, knowing it was easier to just go along with her sometimes.
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The boutique was glowing with varying colors, patterns, and dress types; it was overwhelming. From rack to rack, your mother picked out various dresses and styles for you, ushering you to the changing room to try on every single one.Â
You spent what felt like hours trying on dresses, in and out of the changing rooms, accumulating a small pile of maybes. Finally, as you were about to call it a day, your mom came over with a navy satin, backless dress with a bow detail.Â
âNow I'm not a fan of the backless back but I do think the bow in the back ties it all together,â she said as you slipped it on. But when you turned to the mirror, the fit was perfect. It was the one. Scenarios played in your head on how Rafe would react seeing you in this dress, so tight fitting and revealing, you know it would make him ogle.Â
âI agree Mom, this has to be it,â you said smiling running your hands down the dress.
Your mom was about to respond when you felt goosebumps begin to rise on the back of your neck like someone was watching you.
You quickly glanced around in the mirror at the surrounding store as your eyes locked with Chrisâs.
Oh god, you got to be kidding me, you thought. Out of all places, this is where you see him? He must be with his mom and sister or something.Â
A twinge of nostalgia immediately began to coarse through you. You quickly looked away, pretending not to notice him, but of course, he noticed youâand began walking over, giving you his typical polite smile.
âOh my gosh is that Christopher Phillips?!â Your mom whipped around, beaming with recognition. She practically jogged over to greet him, her eyes lighting up with that motherly approval. She quickly pulled him into a hug. âChristopher! How are you? Look at you, still as handsome as always!âÂ
You couldnât help but roll your eyes, your mom failed to acknowledge boundaries sometimes.Â
âHello Mrs. Chastain, it is great to see you, you look fantastic!â he said as he pulled away, quickly glancing over at you as well.
âOh please Christopher, call me Linda. You're still such a charmer. Anyway, Y/N is just trying on some dresses for Midsummer but Iâll let you old love birds catch up, Iâll just be right over thereâ She pointed to a random corner, and knowing her we would still be eye-shot. As Iâve said before⊠she is a huge fan of Chris.
As she eagerly waltzed away, Chris visibly got a bit nervous shoving his hands in his pockets, clearing his throat.
âHey Y/N, uh, I wasnât expecting to run into you, you look great,â he said gesturing to your dress, his voice carrying a hint of the awkwardness that hung over you guys even after the breakup.
âYeah, Chris, good to see you too,â you said, keeping a neutral smile. The idea of catching up as old friends was tempting, but you could tell by his eyes that lingering feelings were still there, and you didnât want to stir them up.
âSo, are you going to Midsummer?â he asked, trying to make conversation.
âYeah, I am. You?â
âSame,â he replied, nodding with a tight smile.
Silence settled between you. You were about to excuse yourself when he cleared his throat. âAre you⊠seeing anyone new?â he asked, his voice a bit too casual.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you forced a neutral expression. âNope. You?â As you spoke, a flicker of guilt stirred. Rafe was still in the back of your mind, his presence lingering, tugging at the corners of your thoughts. The memory of his touch was enough to make you blush, but you couldnât say any of thatânot to Chris, and not to anyone else.
He hesitated, noticing your sudden change in demeanor, then shook his head. âNope.â He looked away noticing your mom eagerly waiting with prying eyes, âAnyway, it was good to see you, take care. Iâll see you around, I guess.â
âYeah. See you around,â you said, relieved as he walked away.Â
God that was so awkward
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You stepped out of the boutique with your mom, your newly purchased dress slung over one arm. The bright afternoon sun made you squint, and you took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air after what felt like hours spent in stuffy fitting rooms.
"Well," your mom said, eyeing you with satisfaction, "now that weâve got that settled, we can get on to the important things, like accessorizing.â She gave a little smile, seeming more pleased with you than usual.
You smiled, barely listening as your mind drifted back to your encounter with Chris. Why here, of all places?Â
Just then, a familiar voice called out across the street. "Y/N! Hey, Y/N!"
You turned to see JJ striding over, his hands shoved casually in his pockets, but his expression lighting up when he saw you. As he reached you, his gaze darted between you and your mom, a flicker of mischief in his eyes as he took in your shopping bags.
âOh,â your mom said, straightening, âthis must be one of yourâŠfriends.â Her voice held that edge she always had when she saw you talking to Pogues. She gave him a quick, tight smile. "Well, Y/N, I'll just grab a coffee down the street. You twoâŠcatch up. I'll be waiting in the car." Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked away, looking back just once before disappearing into the cafĂ©.
Once she was gone, JJ grinned. âNice to see Iâm still charming the Kooks, as always.â
You rolled your eyes but laughed. âYou have that effect.â
âSo, whatâs all this?â He pointed to the bags with a teasing smirk. âGetting ready for Midsummer? Gotta say, I never pictured you as the âprincess of Kooklandiaâ type.â
âOh, very funny,â you said, nudging him. âYes, itâs for Midsummers. My mom practically forced me to come out today.â
âLucky me, running into you, then,â he said, shoving his hands back in his pockets and giving you an easy smile. âSo, howâs it going? You lookâŠlike youâve been through it.â
You shrugged, laughing a little, but your voice softened. âI actually just ran into Chris.â
JJâs face fell, the teasing look replaced by concern. âWait, Chris? LikeâŠChris Chris?â
âYeah,â you replied, the awkwardness of it making you cringe all over again. âIt wasâŠstrange. He was trying to be nice, but I donât know. It just reminded me of how Iâve changed, you know?âÂ
JJ nodded slowly, eyes narrowing as if weighing his words. âY/N, listen. Be careful with those Kook guysâno offense, but they can be a lot. And ChrisâŠheâs bound to have feelings still, so just, you knowâŠkeep an eye out.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity of his reaction. âJJ, heâs harmless. We were just talking.â
âYeah, maybe,â JJ muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, âbut I donât know. Youâve seemed kinda distant lately. LikeâŠyouâre around, but not. Got me worried, is all.â
Just as you were about to respond, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced down, your pulse picking up slightly as Rafeâs name flashed across the screen.
Been thinking about you. What are you up to? The message was simple but meant everything, and you couldnât stop the faint smile that crept onto your face as you typed back a quick reply, your heart beating just a little faster.Â
JJâs voice snapped you out of the moment. âUh-oh,â he said, smirking as he watched your expression shift. âThat lookâs usually reserved for the extra-rich Kooks.â
You quickly pocketed your phone, fighting to keep your expression neutral. âWhat look?â
He rolled his eyes. âCome on, Y/N. I may not be a Kook, but I know you well enough to see when somethingâs got you allâŠhappy like that.â
You let out a laugh, shrugging it off. âItâs nothing. Just someone I know.â
JJ gave you a curious look, his playful smirk softening as he studied you. âWell, whoever it is, I hope theyâre good enough for you. Just donât go getting lost in Kooklandia too long. Us Pogues kinda need youâ
The genuine concern in his eyes made your heart twist slightly, and you nodded, touched by his words. âI wonât, JJ. Promise.â
A flash of relief crossed his face, and he returned your smile with a lopsided grin, nudging you playfully. âAlright, princess, get out of here before your mom thinks Iâm corrupting you or something.â
You laughed, shaking your head as you said goodbye, his words lingering in your mind as you headed to the car. Â
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During dress shopping earlier, your phone had buzzed with a text from Sarah, asking if you wanted to hang out. She went on about an argument sheâd had with Topper, making it sound both dramatic and all too familiar. Youâd texted back, agreeing to come over once shopping was done, already bracing yourself for whatever rant awaited you.
Your mom is currently driving to the Cameron's residence as she droned on about Midsummer's etiquette and the importance of making a good impression.
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll pick you up in a few hours. We can get lunch and talk more about Midsummers,â she said as she unlocked the car. But her phone buzzed just as she opened the door. She glanced at it, frowning.
âOh, youâve got to be kidding meâŠâ She sighed, her voice turning business-like. âThey need me at the hospital honey. Iâm so sorry, would you be able to grab a ride home.â
âYeah, of course. Donât worry, Mom, I understand. Iâll ask Sarah if she can drive me,â you replied, secretly grateful for the change of plans. Youâd had enough of Midsummer's talk to last a lifetime.
She gave you a sympathetic smile, and as you shut the passenger door, you watched her drive away, feeling relieved. But that feeling quickly gave way to nerves as you noticed Rafeâs truck parked in front of the house. Of course, heâd be here,you thought, trying to keep your pulse steady.
Once your mom was out of sight, you made your way up the Cameron's all-too-familiar staircase. You hadnât been here since that nightâwhen youâd drunkenly found yourself in Rafeâs room. The memories flickered back, and you thought you caught a faint hint of his cologne lingering in the air. You passed by his door, stealing a glance, but it was empty, the bed neatly made. Maybe heâs out with Topper or Kelce by the pool, you mused, trying to shake the thrill of knowing he was nearby.
Reaching Sarahâs room, you barely had time to knock before she flung open the door, grabbing your arm and pulling you onto the bed beside her. âFinally!â she exclaimed, tossing her phone onto the bed as she settled in next to you. âYou have no idea how badly I needed to see you today.â
âReally?â you laughed, stretching out beside her. âWhatâs going on?â
âUgh, where do I even start?â She let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back against her pillows. âThe guys are outside right now, so I canât be too loud, but Topper and I had the stupidest argument last night. He gets jealous of everythingâitâs unreal. Sometimes I think heâs the insecure one, not me! He saw me talking with John B near the docks and now heâs convinced Iâm sneaking around behind his back!â
Your eyebrows shot up. âJohn B?â That was news to you. John B and Sarah had never shown much interest in each other beforeâor at least, not that youâd noticed.
Sarah nodded, biting her lip with a mischievous smile. âYeah, he and I talked a bit last week, and honestly, I kind of liked it. Heâs soâŠdifferent from Topper, you know? But I swear, I wasnât doing anything sketchy. Topper just freaked out and, ugh, itâs such a mess.â
You couldnât help but imagine how the Pogues would react if they knew about Sarahâs budding friendship with John B. It was complicated enough with your friendship with them, let aloneâŠwell, your situation with Rafe. The Pogues wouldnât exactly be thrilled to know you were sneaking around with the one person they despised most.
âWow,â you said, trying to sound casual. âI just canât picture John B with a Kook likeâŠwell, like us, honestly.â
Sarah laughed, rolling her eyes. âI know, right? Itâs complicated.â
âSpeaking of complicatedâŠâ you began, realizing you hadnât yet told her about the dayâs chaos. âI ran into Chris today.â
Her eyes widened, surprise flashing across her face. âChris? No way. How did that go?â
You gave her a tight smile. âAwkward, mostly. He wasâŠpolite, I guess, but I could tell there was something else. I donât think heâs over it. He even asked if I was seeing anyone new.â
Sarah groaned, shaking her head. âClassic Chris. Heâs just trying to find an excuse to come back into your life.â
âMaybe,â you admitted, âbut I had to lie and say no. And that made it even worse becauseâŠâ
You paused, hesitating. Sarah propped herself up on her elbow, eyes narrowing. âBecause what?â
You took a deep breath, feeling your pulse quicken. âBecause I snuck out with Rafe last night.â
Sarahâs eyes went wide, and a slow smile spread across her face. âOh my god, what? Go on!â
âHe came to my house, tapping on my window like a total maniac.â You laughed at the memory, but your voice softened as you remembered what had happened next. âWe ended up going for ice cream and walking on the pier. HeâŠhe told me he wanted to try with me, you know? Like, actually give it a shot. And I said yes, Sarah. I told him I liked him.â
Sarahâs expression shifted, a mix of excitement and caution. âWowâŠokay, so this is getting serious, huh?â
âYeah,â you admitted, feeling a flutter of nervousness at her words. âIt feelsâŠdifferent.â
Sarah sighed, looking at you with a gentle but wary smile. âI get it. Rafe can surprise you sometimes. But be careful, Y/N. Heâs my brother, and I love him, butâŠhe can be unpredictable.â
âI know,â you replied, grateful for her understanding. âBut right now, I justâŠI donât know. I feel happy.â
Just then, a familiar voice drifted through the open window from the backyard, and your stomach did a flip. Rafeâs unmistakable laugh mixed with Topper and Kelceâs voices, the sound sending a thrill through you.
Sarah noticed, smirking. âHeâs right out there, you know.â
You rolled your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. âUgh, I know. But weâre trying to keep things secret, remember?â
âSure, sure,â she teased, winking.
You both laughed, and the conversation drifted to other things. But as you glanced out the window, you saw Rafe and the guys heading inside, his attention focused on his phone. Sarahâs voice faded into the background as you heard him walk through the house and up the stairs, heart thudding as you wondered if he might notice you.
Excusing yourself with a quick âI got to go to the bathroom,â you slipped out of Sarahâs room, making your way quietly down the hall. Just as you rounded the corner, you nearly collided with Rafe, who looked up in surprise, his lips curving into that familiar smirk.
âWhoa, well this is a surprise, what are you doing around here, pretty girl?â he murmured, voice low and teasing. âSneaking into my house just to see me?â
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your smile. âIâm best friends with your sister, dumbass. Youâre the one whoâs supposed to be downstairs with your friends.â
Rafe leaned casually against the wall, his hair still damp and tousled from the pool, water droplets catching on his tan skin, his arms toned and relaxed. He flashed you that familiar, mischievous grin. âKelce and Topper just headed out, so I guess that leaves us. Think you can handle it?â
Your heart skipped a beat as he closed the space between you, the playful glint in his eyes making it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.
You opened your mouth to answer, but his hand was already reaching for yours, pulling you into his room. The familiar thrill of being this close, in a place where you could be caught any second by Ward or Rose, made your pulse race.
âYou know,â he murmured sitting on his bed pulling you between his legs, his voice barely above a whisper, âIâve been thinking about you all day.â
âYeah?â You tried to keep your voice steady running your hand down his chest, even as your heart raced. âWhat about me?â
He chuckled softly, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. âEverything. The way you laugh, the way you look at meâŠâ He paused, leaning in just enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. âThe way you make it really hard to keep my hands off you.â
You swallowed, feeling the warmth spread through you. âWho said you have to?â
A slow grin spread across his face leaning in to capture a kiss, and for a moment, everything else faded awayâthe house, Sarah, the risks of being caught. It was just the two of you.
But then, footsteps echoed from the stairwell, and you both sprang apart, glancing nervously down the hall. Rafe gave you a quick wink, his eyes dancing with mischief.
Roseâs voice called down the hall, clear and firm. âSarah! Rafe! Y/N! Dinnerâs ready!â
Rafe pulled back, his lips just inches from yours, his playful expression turning to one of frustration. âOf course,â he muttered, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Before you could respond, Sarahâs footsteps sounded from the other side of the hall, followed by a quick knock on the bathroom door down the hall. âHey Y/N dinnerâs ready! Rafe, dinners ready. Come on, letâs go!â
Rafe raised an eyebrow, smirking as he glanced at you. Then, with his best impression of an annoyed brother, he called out, âIâll be down in a few, Sarah!â
Satisfied, Sarahâs footsteps faded down the stairs, and in an instant, Rafeâs arms pulled you back toward him. His lips found yours again, the urgency even stronger now. The thrill of secrecy rushed through you as his fingers tangled in your hair, his touch somehow gentle and desperate at the same time.
âAlright, you really need to go now,â he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with reluctance.
âYou donât make it easy,â you murmured, smiling against his lips. Finally, you pulled back, running a hand through your hair as you gathered yourself, fixing your clothes.
Taking a deep breath, you slipped out of his room, glancing over your shoulder one last time to see him watching you with that signature smirk.Â
-
When you entered the dining room, the Cameron family was gathered around the table, and Rose flashed you a warm smile. Sarah was already seated, chatting with Wheezie, who was recounting some story with animated hand gestures. You slipped into the seat between Sarah and Rose, offering a polite smile to Ward as he nodded in greeting.
âGlad you could join us, Y/N,â Ward said, his tone warm. âWe donât get to see you around here often enough.â
âThank you for having me, Mr. Cameron,â you replied, feeling a bit more at ease as Rafe entered the room and took the seat across from you. His expression was casual, but the glint of mischief in his eyes was unmistakable. As he sat down, his foot tapped against your thigh under the table, and your cheeks flushed.
Dinner began with light conversation, Rose asking about school, and Ward making polite inquiries about your family. The food was excellent, and for a while, you settled into the cozy atmosphere, almost able to ignore Rafeâs occasional gaze across the table and the flutter it stirred in you.
âSo, Y/N,â Rose began, setting down her fork and smiling at you with that piercing, Kook-perfect smile. âIâm assuming youâll be going to Midsummers? Did you end up finding a dress?â
âOh, uh, yes! Just today, actually,â you replied, hoping to sound casual despite your racing heart.
She nodded approvingly. âWonderful! Midsummers is such an important event, especially for making connections. Do you have a date lined up yet?â
The question caught you off guard, and you took a quick sip of water, trying to keep calm. âNot yet,â you replied, glancing down at your plate to avoid looking at Rafe.
âOh, what about that young man you were seeing before?â she asked, tilting her head slightly. âWhat was his name? Chris, right?
The mention of his name made both you and Sarah choke on your drinks at the same time. Sarah quickly recovered, covering her laughter with a cough, but your cheeks burned as you struggled to respond.
âOh, uh, weâreâŠweâre not together anymore,â you managed, giving Rose a small, tight smile. You could feel Rafeâs eyes on you, though you didnât dare look up.Â
Roseâs eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. âOh, I see. Well, no matter. Iâm sure youâll find a dateâsomeone with a good head on his shoulders,â she added, her gaze lingering a bit too long on Rafe as if expecting him to say something.
Rafe cleared his throat, his expression unreadable as he casually picked at his food. âIâm sure Y/N will be the best-dressed one there,â he said smoothly, his tone calm but laced with a subtle edge. The mention of Chris hadnât gone unnoticed, and a hint of jealousy flickered in his eyes.
The comment hung in the air for a moment before Ward chuckled, drawing the attention back to himself. âWell, I thinkitâs great that youâll be attending, Y/N. Midsummers is a special event. It really brings out the best in everyone.â
âYes, sir. My family is excited about itâitâs all my mom has been talking about,â you replied, chuckling as you offered Ward a polite smile, eager to steer the conversation away from your love life, especially with one of the culprits sitting directly across from you.Â
-
As the meal continued, Rose turned her attention to Sarah, her smile a little too fixed as she asked, âSo, Sarah, I heard you were spotted down at the docks last week withâŠwhatâs his name? John B?â
The question dropped into the conversation like a stone, and Sarah froze, her fork hovering mid-air. You felt your pulse quicken as you glanced over at her, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
âOh, that?â Sarah laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. âWe just ran into each other. It was nothing.â She was doing her best to act casual, but you could tell Rose wasnât convinced.
âWell, it just seems likeâŠan unusual friendship, doesnât it?â Rose remarked, her voice light, though her eyes were sharp and watchful.Â
âConsidering his fatherâsâŠreputation.â
Sarahâs jaw tightened as she replied evenly, âJohn Bâs not like that. He justâŠruns with a different group of people, thatâs all.â
Ward set his glass down, nodding thoughtfully. âThatâs true. John Bâs worked well with us, especially on the boats. Heâs shown some responsibility.â He paused, looking between you and Sarah. âBut Iâd hate for either of you to get caught up in their habitsâlike sneaking around and stretching the truth. Itâs just not the kind of influence we want for you two.â
You exchanged a quick, uneasy glance with Sarah, sensing that Wardâs words held more weight than they seemed to on the surface. The underlying warning was clear.
Roseâs attention shifted to you, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. âAnd you, Y/N, seem to spend quite a bit of time with the Pogues, donât you?â she asked, gesturing lightly. âHow would you describe theirâŠcharacter?â
The question hung in the air, and you could feel the unspoken judgment. You hesitated, thinking about how to explain it without stirring more suspicion. âTheyâreâŠgenuine,â you said slowly, choosing your words carefully. âTheyâre rough around the edges, maybe, but theyâre loyal, and they donât pretend to be something theyâre not.â You looked down, aware of Ward and Roseâs scrutiny. âTheyâre just good people, in their own way.â
Rafe cleared his throat, breaking the tension. âCome on, Rose, itâs just a friendship,â he said, his tone casual yet carrying a hint of protectiveness as he glanced at you. âItâs not like either of them are running off with the Pogues and getting into trouble.â
Wardâs silence lingered, his frown subtle but clear. âItâs not the friendships themselves that concern me,â he said at last, eyes settling on Sarah and then you, âbut the sneaking around and secrets. Thatâs whatâsâŠdisappointing.â
-
Just as the conversation drifted back to more mundane topics, Ward turned his attention to you. âActually, Y/N, thereâs something I wanted to ask you about. Your fatherâs companyâhe does business in real estate, right?â
Caught off guard, you nodded. âUh, yes. Heâs got some investments around the area.â
Ward nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. âInteresting. I heard heâs been expanding into some new developments recently, some pretty big projects.â
You sensed there was more to his curiosity than casual interest, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Rafeâs gaze sharpened. What was Ward getting at?
âYeah, I think heâs been working on a few,â you replied, keeping your tone light, though you felt a prickle of unease. Your dad had mentioned some big investments lately, but he was always cagey about the details.
Ward gave a satisfied nod, swirling his glass thoughtfully. âItâs good to hear. The market around hereâs always shifting, and itâs smart to have eyes on it.â
âExactly,â Rose chimed in, shooting Ward a supportive glance. âFamilies that know how to work with each other tend to do better in the long run, donât they, Ward?â
You nodded politely, feeling Wardâs intent but still uncertain about the details. What exactly was he interested in?
âTell him he should swing by sometime,â Ward added casually as if it were an afterthought. âWe could go over some ideas, and talk business. Who knows, might be a win-win for both of us.â
âOh, sure,â you said, keeping your tone neutral. âIâll let him know.â
Ward nodded with a pleased smile, raising his glass in a small toast. âTo partnerships,â he said, giving you a look that seemed almost fatherly.
You nodded politely, feeling Wardâs intent but still uncertain about the details. What exactly was he interested in?
-
Dinner was winding down as everyone began clearing dishes from the table and bringing them to the kitchen. Rose stood at the window, watching the heavy raindrops pelting down outside, her brows knitting together in mild concern.
âOh, itâs really coming down out there,â she said, glancing back toward you. âY/N, you have a way to get home, right?Iâd hate for you to get caught in this.â
You hesitated, unsure how to respond as Sarah chimed in. âI was going to take her, but I, uhâŠlet Topper use my car earlier.â Her eyes flicked toward you and Rafe, her mouth twisting into a half-smile as if she could sense the tension brewing.
âOh, thatâs no problem,â Ward said, looking over at Rafe, who was lounging casually on the couch in the other room, scrolling through his phone. âRafe, why donât you take Y/N home? Iâm sure sheâd appreciate it.â
The suggestion hung in the air for a moment. You and Rafe exchanged brief glances, each of you caught off guard, but Rafe recovered quickly, nodding with a tight-lipped smile.
âYeah, I can take her,â he replied, his tone nonchalant, though his gaze lingered on you a second longer than necessary.
Rose beamed slightly taken aback by his sudden willingness. âWonderful! Thank you, Rafe.â
Excitement and nervousness coursed through you knowing you would get alone time with Rafe without anyone suspecting anything.
-
Your heart thumped as you ran upstairs to grab your bag and then you said goodbyes to the Camerons. Ward remindingyou again to talk to your father about the business deal and Rose just telling you to tell your mom hi.Â
Rafe grabbed his keys, and after a quick farewell to Rose and Ward, he led you outside, holding the door for you as you climbed into his truck, his eyes glinting with something you couldnât quite place. The rain continued to pour down, droplets hitting the windshield in a steady rhythm that enveloped you both.
As Rafe pulled out of the driveway, silence filled the space between you, his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, and his jaw was clenched just enough to hint that something was bothering him.
Finally, he broke the silence, his voice soft but edged with something deeper. âSoâŠlooks like you got stuck with me .â
You chuckled, glancing over at him. âGuess I am.â
He shot you a sidelong look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âDoesnât seem like you mind too much.â
âMaybe I donât,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, âmaybe we can finish what we started earlierâ your hand resting on the seat between you.
His gaze flicked down to your hand, and then back to the road, dodging your flirty comment. âSeems like Chris came up a lot tonight,â he muttered, his tone casual but carrying a distinct note of tension.Â
Oh gosh is this what was making him so bothered, you thought
You glanced at him, feeling your heart pick up pace. âWell, it was Rose who brought him up,â you said softly, sensing that this was more than a casual comment.
Rafe nodded, a small frown crossing his face as he kept his gaze on the road. After a moment, you hesitated but felt it better to be honest. âActuallyâŠI ran into him earlier today. At the boutique.â
His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, his expression hardening. âYou ran into him?â
You sighed and nodded, feeling the familiar tug of conflict. âIt was nothing, Rafe. JustâŠawkward. He tried to make conversation, and he asked if I was seeing anyone. I told him I wasnât becauseâŠwell because weâre supposed to keep this between us.â
Rafeâs grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his jaw flexing. âSoâŠhe thinks youâre single, then?â
You glanced at him, taken aback by the edge in his tone. âRafe, itâs not like that.â
âBut it sounds like it,â he shot back, his voice soft but insistent. âI donât like the idea of him thinking heâs got a chance when he doesnât.â
You looked away, raising your own voice caught off guard by his intensity. âWell, what do you want me to do? Tell him Iâm secretly seeing someone whoâŠhasnât even asked me to be his girlfriend?â
The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you instantly regretted it, resituating yourself in your seat glancing out the window, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
Rafeâs eyes flickered with surprise, then softened as he pulled the truck over to the side of the road a block from your house, rain pattering loudly on the roof. He turned to you, his expression unreadable. âDo youâŠwant that?â
Your breath caught, and you forced yourself to meet his gaze. The vulnerability in his eyes almost broke you, âMaybe I do,â you said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. âBut Iâm not ready to put a label on it just yet, I like this sneaking aroundâ
A smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, his hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. âFine by me. But youâre still mine, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice low and possessive. âAnd if I see Chrisâor anyoneâtry to touch you, it won't go unnoticedâ His jaw clenched, and he shook his head.Â
A shiver ran down your spine at the intensity in his voice, but a warmth spread through you at the same time. âRafe, you know Iâm not interested in anyone else.â
âGood,â he whispered, his hand moving to cradle your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek and your lip. âBecause Iâve wanted this for a long time.â
âYouâve wanted this for a long time Cameron?â a smile tugging on your lips, âI always knew you had a thing for me.â
âJust shut up and kiss me,â he muttered, his lips curving into a smile as he leaned in.
You felt everything fade away as he pressed his lips to yours, the rain still hammering down. You melted into him, your hands threading into his hair as he deepened the kiss, his grip on you tightening as if he couldnât get enough. The intensity between you grew, each kiss more urgent than the last, and before you knew it, he was pulling you over onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.
You could feel the heat radiating between you, your breaths mingling as he kissed you with a hunger that made your head spin. His hands traced along your back, drawing you closer, as he whispered, âYouâre the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?â
You felt your cheeks heat up, his words making your heart pound as his fingers traced gentle patterns on your back and he began to kiss down your neck hitting your soft spot. âRafeâŠâ you moaned out.
âAnd if I see any guy even thinking about getting too closeâŠâ He trailed off, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, a possessive glint in his eye. âIâll remind you exactly who you belong to.â
His words sent a thrill through you, and you captured his lips in another kiss, feeling the heat between you building.Â
âRafe,â you breathed between kisses, âI canât get enough of you.â
âGood,â he whispered, his voice rough as his hands explored you, pulling you closer. âBecause I donât think I could stop, even if I tried.â
He held you close, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then along your neck, each touch igniting sparks across your skin. You felt as though you were lost in him, the way he looked at you as though you were the only person in the world.
âI canât wait to see you in that Midsummers dress,â he murmured, his voice rough with anticipation, his hands lingering at your waist. âI can only imagine how good youâll look.â he continues to whisper, âand how good it'll be when I take it off and fuck you.â
His words made you blush, a smile playing on your lips as you gazed at him. âYouâll just have to be patient.â
He grinned, capturing your mouth again in a kiss that was anything but patient, his hands roaming up your back, pulling you closer. Without thinking, your fingers drifted to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling slightly as you began to undo them, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your hands. He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders, running your hands over the hard lines of his chest.Â
You pull away quickly, and Rafe can sense your reason for hesitation.
âDonât worry, baby. Itâs raining so hard, and my windows are too tinted,â he says confidently, immediately going back to attacking your neck.
Rafeâs hand slipped under your shirt, tugging it off with a swift motion, his fingers exploring the newly exposed skin with an intensity that left you breathless. His hands cupped your breasts, and you shivered at the sensation.
âGod, Y/N,â he murmured, his lips pressing against your collarbone as he pulled you flush against him. His mouth left a trail of fire along your skin, kisses becoming more insistent as he marked you with small bitesâa silent declaration that you were his.
Your hands drifted down, fingers skimming over his toned chest before finding the waistband of his shorts. You felt his body tense under your touch, his breath hitching, eyes darkening with a fierce, barely restrained desire as he looked down at you.
âCareful,â he whispered, his voice low, almost a warning. But the challenge in his gaze made it impossible for you to hold back. You pressedÂ
closer, letting him know you were just as ready for this as he was.Â
You locked eyes with him, a smirk playing on your lips as you took your time grinding your hips down, feeling his hardness beneath you. Rafe let out a low groan, his hands instinctively gripping your waist, urging you to move. His grip tightened, one hand sliding over your thigh and pulling you closer, making you roughen the kiss as his touch neared the edge of your skirt.
A shiver ran through you as Rafeâs hand inched along your inner thigh, each slow movement sparking anticipation. When his fingers brushed over your panties, you caught your breath, your heart pounding as he pulled the fabric to the side. His fingers found your warm, wet center, and he sighed against your mouth, his arousal pressing insistently against you.
A low moan escaped your lips as his fingers entered you, the roughness of his touch making you grip his seat for support. Youâd craved this feeling, the way only Rafe could make you lose yourself, and every lingering memory of your first night together flooded back, more intense than ever.
You let your lips drift down to his neck, biting and sucking as you went, intent on leaving a visible reminder. Your body was moving on instinct, grinding against his hand as he picked up the pace, each thrust of his fingers igniting you further. When he angled his fingers just right, your body tensed, and a choked gasp escaped you, urging him on as he went deeper.
You rocked your hips against his hand, feeling the pressure building, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pleasure built steadily until you felt it crest, your entire body shuddering as you surrendered to the intensity of it. The truck windows fogged up, trapping the warmth between you as the rain pattered on the roof outside.
Rafeâs fingers slowed, coaxing the last waves of pleasure from you, and you moaned softly, holding tightly to his arm. Just when you were catching your breath, he slipped his fingers out, leaving you with an ache at the sudden emptiness.
With a sly smirk, Rafe reached down, pulling his boxers lower to reveal himself to you. The sight made you bite your lip, but he didnât leave you much time to dwell on it; his hands tugged at your hips, guiding you over to your knees. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and tore it open, sliding it on in one smooth motion.
Breathless with anticipation, you steadied yourself above him, slowly lowering your hips as Rafe guided you down. A gasp escaped both of you as he filled you completely, the world around you fading away as you moved together, lost entirely in each other.
As he entered you, a shared moan echoed between you, raw and unfiltered. âHoly shit, youâre so perfect,â Rafe breathed, his head falling back, his voice laced with awe.
He leaned forward, capturing your mouth with his, his breath mingling with yours as he deepened the kiss, sending a rush of pleasure straight through you.
You began to move, adjusting to his size. Each new rise and fall brought a wave of intensity that heightened your pleasure. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you took him in fully, and you wondered if his fingers might leave marks.Â
Your own hands curled around his arms for support, gripping tighter each time he filled you, your bodies falling perfectly in sync.
As you grew more comfortable, your pace quickened, driven by the sheer pleasure that neither of you could hold back.
âRafeâŠâ you whispered, your voice trembling as you began to falter, feeling yourself edging closer. No one had ever made you feel this way before, and you could sense you wouldnât last much longer, each movement pushing you closer to the brink of release.
âYou just feel so good. Youâre so perfect, princess,â he murmured, trailing kisses down your neck and onto your breasts. With each thrust, he guided your movements, pulling you down harder onto his lap, as if channeling the jealousy heâd felt over Chris into each motion.
Rafeâs arm tightened around your waist, drawing you in deeper, the pressure becoming almost unbearable in the most addictive way. The sound of your pleasure filled the small space, mingling with the sound of the rain pounding against the truck. You swore that if it werenât raining so hard, anyone nearby would hear the sounds of your moans. Soft whimpers and moans spilled from your lips as Rafe continued, making you completely his. He groaned, his voice low and rough, as your moans nearly sent him over the edge.
You were lost in the rhythm of it all, overwhelmed by the sensations as you neared your peak once more. Rafeâs thrusts became more intense, and you felt the tightening of your walls around him, a telltale sign that you were on the brink.
âRafe!â you gasped, feeling your climax wash over you in waves, pulling a deep moan from your throat. âI want you so bad,â you murmured,Â
âCome inside me, babyâŠâ Your words seemed to ignite something in him, his eyes widening as he watched your body react, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close as he thrust deeper.
You could hardly breathe, your body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure intensified. It felt like you were floating, the world outside fading until only he remainedâhis touch, his heat, the way he made you feel. Rafe groaned, a low, desperate sound as he felt your walls tighten around him, his own release fast approaching.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deeper, his hips moving sloppily as his climax took over. His hands gripped your waist as he moaned against your skin, his lips finding your chest as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. For a moment, both of you remained still, panting as you caught your breath, hearts racing in unison.  Rafe whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you caught your breath, Rafe fixing your hair.
âYou okay pretty girl?â he asked leaning in to kiss you.
âMore than okay, Rafe,â you say between kisses, smiling more and more. You swear you've never felt so happy.
You pull back slightly, and he does too, your eyes meeting in a moment of vulnerability. You can't quite put your finger on why kissing him feels so differentâso much betterâ so right.
You kiss him once more, instantly melting into his warm touch. You want to stay in his arms forever until your moment is interrupted by the buzzing of a phone. You glance over and it's Rafe's phone on the dashboard, Dad.
Rafe answered the call, his voice shifting to a more serious tone. âHey, Dad,â he said, leaning slightly away from you as he focused on the conversation. You watched as his expression darkened, his jaw tightening at whatever his father was saying.
âI told you Iâd handle it,â Rafe snapped, frustration evident in his tone. You could see the tension building as he rubbed a hand over his face. âNo, Iâm fine. Just⊠give me a minute. Just dropped Y/N off. I drove extra slow since the rain was so bad.â
Your heart sank as you realized your time together was slipping away. Rafe looked back at you, his expression apologetic, but you could see the stress brewing in his eyes. âI have to go. Iâll call you later, Dadâ he said, clearly trying to wrap up the conversation.
You sat back slightly, feeling the warmth of your earlier intimacy fade, trying to give him space while the weight of the moment lingered between you.
Rafe ended the call and exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. âSorry about that. My dadâs being⊠well, you know how he is. Just pissed off about some investment bullshit,â he said, frustration still etched on his face.
âItâs fine,â you replied, trying to sound more upbeat than you felt. âFamily stuff comes first.â
âYeah, but I was really enjoying⊠this,â he said, with a smirk on his face but his voice still lingering with regret.
âMe too,â you admitted.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, everything felt perfect again. âLetâs go do something this week, okay? Iâll take you out on a real date.â His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, promising more to come.
You nodded eagerly, giving him another soft kiss, cupping his cheeks as you savored the moment.
He helped you swiftly off him, both of you collecting your scattered clothing and attempting to put it back on correctly.
âI should get you home before your dad starts worrying,â Rafe said reluctantly, the reality of the situation settling over you both.
You nodded, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding that this moment together was ending. âYeah, letâs go.â
Rafe started up his truck, creeping closer to your house. He pulled over in front of your home and parked.
As you climbed out of the truck and into the pouring rain, Rafe came over to the other side and offered you his hoodie to protect you from the rain. You swiftly put it on, feeling its warmth envelop you.
âDo you want me to walk you to the door?â he asked, his eyes searching yours, finding any reason to spend more time with you.
You didnât really have a choice but to nod. âYeah, thatâd be great,â you replied, a flicker of anxiety rushed through you at the thought of getting caught but it out to be rainy and dark enough, no one could make out his figure.
As he walked you to your front door, you said a quick, discreet goodbye, not wanting to raise any flags or cause your dad to look out the window. You took one last glance at him, watching him walk back to his truck, his shoulders slightly hunched against the rain.
As you slipped inside, your heart raced as you stood in the hallway, the familiar sounds of your home bringing you back to reality as you tried to shake off the lingering adrenaline from your time with Rafe.
âY/N?â your dad called from the living room, pulling you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself as you approached.
âHey, Dad,â you replied, forcing a casual tone. He was sitting on the couch, the TV flickering in the dim light.
âWhere have you been? You got home a little late,â he said, looking up at you and the clock with a hint of concern.
âOh, I was just with Sarah,â you said quickly. âHer brother drove me home since she didnât have her car.â The words felt slippery, but you hoped theyâd hold.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly gauging your sincerity. âOkay, just make sure youâre careful out there, especially with the rain coming down so hard.â
You nodded, relieved that he seemed to accept your explanation. âI will, Dad. I promise.â
He glanced at the hoodie now draped on your arm, his brow furrowing slightly. âThatâs a nice hoodie. Is it new?â
âYeah, I just borrowed it,â you replied, trying to sound casual as you fiddled with the fabric. âI got cold, so⊠you know how it is.â
Your dad nodded but remained silent for a moment, his expression thoughtful. âJust remember honey, I worry about you, sometimes I donât know if youâre out with those pogues or not. Iâd rather you be safe than sorry.â
âOf course,â you said, forcing a smile to reassure him. âIâm always careful Dad, I promise.â
He smiled back, his worry easing a bit. âGood. Now go wash up and get some rest. Youâve had a long day. I love youâ
âOkay, night Dad, love you too,â you said but right before you headed up the stairs you turned around, âOh Dad, Ward Cameron wanted to meet with you about some business investment stuffâÂ
He simply chuckled and said âOkayâ before you continued heading up the stairs towards your bedroom.
Once back in your room, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in the pillow as a muffled scream escapedâequal parts frustration and exhilaration. The adrenaline started to fade and the memories of Rafeâs touch, his kisses, and that promise of a real date whirled through your mind, making it hard to catch your breath. Excitement buzzed through your veins, filling you with a warmth that felt as surreal as it was intoxicating.
None of tonight felt real.
You could still feel the comforting weight of his arms around you, and his hoodie was still curled up in your arms, smelling strongly of his cologneâa lingering reminder of everything that had happened.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts. Reaching over, you saw a message from Kiara.
Hey, Y/N! The Pogues and I are hitting the beach tomorrow. The waves are supposed to be crazy good. Wanna come?
A grin crept across your face as you quickly typed a reply.
Oh, hell yes! That sounds perfect!
But as soon as you hit send, another notification flashed across your screen. This time, it was your manager, Lance.
Hey Y/N! Iâm so sorry itâs late, but could you pick up a morning shift tomorrow? Weâre short-staffed, and I could reallyuse your help!
Your heart sank as you rolled your eyes in frustration. Taking an early shift meant skipping the beach day youâd just agreed to. You hesitated, caught between the thought of spending time with the pogues or actually making some money.
With a reluctant sigh, you typed out a response to Lance,
Sure! What time?
Then, biting your lip, you shot a follow-up message to Kiara.
Shit, Ki, Iâm so sorry! My manager just asked me to work tomorrow morning, so Iâll have to miss out. But maybe I can meet up later?
After a few seconds, you saw Kiaraâs text bubble pop up.
Ugh, bummer. Donât let those Kooks work you too hard! Weâll be at the Chateau if you wanna swing by later. Iâll even save you a drink. Plus, we have some stuff to catch you up on.
You tossed your phone on the bed with a sigh, the weight of the skipping out kind of making you upset but youâve called off so many shifts these past few weeks. Plus you know there will be a party this week to make up for lost time. You kicked off your shoes and pulled the covers over you. Your body was utterly exhausted.
As you settled into bed, Butters, your cat, jumped up and curled himself beside you, purring contentedly. You ran your fingers through his soft fur, letting the rhythm of his purring lull you into a sense of calm.
"I hate skipping out on the Pogues," you muttered to Butters, who responded with a contented purr. "But, hey, at least I wonât be broke."
You sighed, snuggling into the covers and letting the warmth of your cat and the quiet of the room start to ease your mind. Just as you were starting to drift off, a new notification buzzed on your phone.
You picked it up, blinking at the screen in surprise.
Goodnight beautiful
A small smile tugged at your lips as you stared at the text. You couldnât help the flutter in your chest, even though you knew you'd have to face the consequences of whatever you were getting yourself into with Rafe. For now, though, you let the words settle in and your exhaustion wins, letting sleep pull you under.
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A Daughter's Plan
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black Female OC
Warning(s): Pure Fluff. Single Dad. Girl Dad energy. Terry's POV. Low angst.
Summary: Terry Richmond is a lonely single dad caring for his ten-year-old daughter, Pilar. When Pilar's mother re-marries and moves overseas to start a new job and family, the pre-teen thinks her dad needs to find someone for himself, too. Unbeknownst to Terry, his clever daughter has her sights set on the new neighbor, Allegra, who might be the perfect match.
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"Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed"
Stevie Wonderâ"Isn't She Lovely?"
Terry Richmond heard the familiar rolling sound of his ten-year-old daughter's skateboard crossing over into the cul-de-sac of their gated townhome neighborhood. He could always pick out the unique sound of her board's ka-kump, ka-kump, ka-kump rhythm compared to her school buddies as they raced each other home.
Pilar always did a few kick flip tricks by Mr. Rhea's property before she jumped the curb and circled past a speed bump near Mrs. Purdue's home. While hand sanding a rocking chair, that he made for his pregnant sister, Terry paused.
He didn't hear Pilar's skateboard anymore.
Her crew of three friends whizzed past his open garage door toward their homes, but Terry didn't see his only child roll up to greet him with her angelic smile and chaotic energy. He lifted his protective goggles and wiped his hands on his work apron. Still no sign of her.
He strode out of the garage to take a peek and he noticed her lingering by their mailbox, still wearing her protective helmet and staring across the wide street. A furniture van blocked the driveway of the townhome facing across their property. A Black woman in her late twenties or early thirties directed two burly movers to carry a brand new sofa covered in plastic through her front door. The cute bob and conservative pastel colors of her sweater and pencil skirt had him guessing she was a teacher, or worked in corporate.
He glanced at Pilar who kept her dark brown eyes laser-focused on the recent addition to their quiet corner of the world. She chewed on her lip and rolled her board back and forth with her left foot. The new neighbor bought the house of Pilar's best friend since kindergarten. Little Leslie Gardner left Ville Broussard, Louisiana a year ago, and her old house stood empty for nine months until the For Sale sign finally came down three months ago. Terry knew that Mr. Gardner put a pretty penny into renovating the place before putting it on the market, and the expense of the renovation drove the price up.
The woman across the street probably spent over two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the two-bedroom property. Pilar pretended to dig in the mailbox, knowing he had already gotten the mail, and stared at the woman. From that distance, he couldn't tell if Pilar was still upset about Leslie moving or if she was upset that a stranger was moving into her bestie's old home.
"Pilar," he called out.
His daughter looked his way, and so did the woman across the street.
Whoa.
Terry never got a full view of the neighbor before. He always caught sideways glances or the back of her head. But the full frontal turned out to be something else. She looked like a gorgeous Black Barbie doll. He peeped her figure a few days ago when she first showed up in form-fitting pale green sweatpants and a matching hoodie. The fall weather brought out the layers, but she must've ignored the forecast because she walked around double-cheeked up in sportswear not designed for cooler temperatures.
Miss Neighbor turned her attention back to the interior of her home and Pilar ambled over, carrying her skateboard. She pulled off her skateboard helmet.
"Hey munchkin," he said, ruffling her thick two-toned curls pulled back with a light blue scrunchie. From the roots to just above the tips, Pilar's hair was dark brown. The ends had turned their annual summer-in-the-sun reddish brown that matched her skin tone. She looked exactly like his oldest sister Brianna and had her spirited personality, too.
Pilar's down-turned lips reflected a little 'tude.
"I don't see any kids," Pilar said.
She sounded bummed.
"Checking out the neighbor, huh?"
"She's pretty. Do you think she's pretty, Dad?"
"She is very attractive."
"Very?" Pilar said with a smug grin.
"Don't read anything into that."
"We should go say hi."
"She's busy with furniture. Let her get settled in."
He guided Pilar into their home through the garage, and she dumped her board and helmet by the dinette table. She washed her hands in the kitchen sink and he pulled a PB&J sandwich on a plate and a Capri Sun from the fridge, placing them on the table for her after-school snack.
The landline rang, and he answered it.
"Hi Terry, is Pilar in yet?"
His ex wife's voice sounded perky and happy.
"Yeah, hold on.'"
He carried the cordless from the living room into the kitchen and handed it to Pilar.
"It's your mom."
Pilar's face brightened, and she chatted away on the overseas call. Terry returned to the garage and began sanding the armrest of the rocking chair. He swept sawdust on the ground and closed the garage door after he finished.
Back in the kitchen, he rinsed his hands. An uneaten sandwich remained on the kitchen table without Pilar in sight. He looked in their living room and didn't find her there.
"Pilar?"
Terry climbed the stairs to the second floor and found his daughter weeping on her bed, her face buried in a yellow Big Bird pillow.
"What's wrong?"
He sat his big body on her twin bed, and she shook her head on the pillow. He laid a hand on her back.
"Babygirl, what is it?"
"Mom isn't coming back for Christmas. She eloped with that man in Italy and they plan on flying me out there for a boat cruise instead of coming to the lake like she promised. They'll have a big party in place of a wedding in Rome next July."
Pilar never addressed her new step-father by his name, Bryson. It was always "that man" despite her mother dating him for two years. Bryson was east coast respectability. A Black Archon Boulé with a prestigious prep school background and long family money. The complete opposite of Terry's country boy/military roots. He drove a 2015 F-250 truck and drank beer. Bryson drove a 2025 Jaguar and sipped Chardonnay.
Yolanda leveled up to the Black bougie life she always wanted. Terry knew in his heart that Yolanda would never be happy building a life with him. They were both twenty and naĂŻve, getting married the moment they found out Pilar was conceived. He quit college and joined the marines to support them. Yolanda worked as a flight attendant after their daughter was born, so Terry stayed the primary caretaker, training other marines and not deploying out of the country.
Yolanda wanted more out of life than he could provide financially and asked for a divorce when Pilar turned six. Both their families had been shocked when she granted Terry primary custody of their only child. Yolanda wanted to travel the world and her career let her do that. She eventually settled in Atlanta, working for Delta. Pilar adjusted to being shuttled back and forth for holidays and summers.
Then Bryson popped up, freeing Yolanda from the working class. He was older, established, and child-free. Also very generous with his money.
Terry had made arrangements to send Pilar abroad for a lavish wedding the following summer as her mother's flower girl. She and Bryson had planned to spend the Christmas holiday with the entire Richmond family so that they could all meet the new man who would be connected to them through Pilar. Christmas was going to be the rare treat of being with both her parents for a holiday. The Richmond clan had reserved fancy cabins by a lake for a week and planned on turning it into a family reunion of sorts. Yolanda offered to arrange her Christmas plans for the reunion so Pilar wouldn't miss out on seeing all of her cousins from all over the states. Now she eloped and switched up on their child three months in advance.
Terry kept his anger in check in front of Pilar. He'd call Yolanda when his daughter was back in school and give her a smooth cuss out. He offered to switch Thanksgiving for Christmas because it was important for Pilar to experience a big reunion for the first time on his side of the family.
Pilar turned her head from the pillow. Big, wet eyes stared at him. Her bottom lip trembled and his heart squeezed in his chest. His daughter was the light of his life. Watching her expectations crumble hurt his soul. Pilar came first before anything, and that was the difference between him and Yolanda. Their daughter became a secondary consideration with her. His ex wasn't a terrible person. He loved her once a long time ago. She was ambitious, energetic, pretty, and gave him a perfect child. Yolanda just wasn't cut out to be a mother saddled with the responsibility of putting her daughter's emotional needs first. To Yolanda, whisking Pilar off to Rome probably sounded like giving her child the best in life. Bryson was an American Express Exec for their Italian branch and lived in a lavish home with staff and chauffeurs. Yolanda shopped, dined, and played tennis every day in luxury. She wanted Pilar to experience that lifestyle. In his own way, Terry wanted their daughter to have that chance, too. But without pulling the rug from under Pilar. She set her heart on having them all together for once since their divorce.
"Tell you whatâŠI'll talk to her and try to convince them to come for Christmas."
"She said the cruise is their early honeymoon and they want me to go so we can bond as a new family. I already have a family!"
Pilar buried her face in his chest, and he stroked her hair.
"How about we go to Cholly's Burgers for dinner and you can mope over a double cheeseburger and a big chocolate malt?"
Pilar sniffled and wiped her nose.
"Okay, I'll goâŠbut I can't guarantee that I'll feel better."
"Deal," he said.
He left her alone in her room and went down to the kitchen and put her sandwich and juice away. Checking emails on his smartphone, he spent the next couple of hours watching TV and then ironed Pilar's clothes for school. He showered and called his daughter down for their dinner trip. Outside, their new neighbor carried some things from her cream-colored Mercedes S-Class in the driveway.
"Excuse me," the woman called as Pilar jumped into his truck's passenger side.
"Yeah?" he called back.
"Hi, I'm AllegraâŠnew neighborâŠum, can you tell me what day the trash and recycling go out?"
"Thursdays!" Pilar called out.
His daughter had her head stuck out of the window with a big grin on her face.
"Yeah, Thursdays. They normally roll through around eleven a.m.," he said.
"Great, thanks."
"I'm Terry, and this is my daughter, Pilarâ"
"Are you married? Have kids?" Pilar asked.
Allegra smiled politely, holding a small box. Her eyes bounced from Pilar's to his, then back to Pilar.
"I'm not married. No kids."
Pilar whipped her head around to look at Terry. He ignored her.
"Have a good evening," he said.
He climbed into his truck and started it up.
"You're really not good at finding a date, Dad."
"What are you talking about, little girl?"
He backed out of their driveway and headed toward the main road that led to the highway.
"A single, beautiful woman with a fancy car asked you about trash day. She could've called her realtor or looked it up online."
"We were right there in front of her. It's quicker to ask a neighbor. That woman is not looking to date people she lives around. Besides, she saw me with you, so she'll think I'm married with a family already."
"She'll know pretty soon that it's just you and me."
"I don't think most upwardly mobile Black women are interested in men that already have children nowadays."
It took them twenty minutes to arrive at the burger joint, and Pilar's mood lifted considerably. They talked about her upcoming soccer game and she slurped down her chocolate malt content with life once again.
Back home, he washed and braided her hair in two cornrows, tying it down with a black satin hair scarf so he wouldn't have to do her hair in the morning. Their evening bedtime routine went off without a hitch and he allowed her to watch a cartoon before she went to sleep in her room.
The next couple of weeks were normal in the Richmond household. He'd ride his bike in the morning to take Pilar to school, following behind her as she skateboarded ahead of him with her classmates. Later, he'd ride his bike over to check on the restaurant he invested in. He spent a few days with his financial advisor and moved some money around that he received from a police settlement. His current financial status allowed him to enjoy not having the worries of steady employment until he found something he wanted to do. He put funds in stocks that did well, paid off the townhouse, and Yolanda's monthly child support covered the rest for Pilar. His woodworking kept him busy during the afternoon while Pilar was in school. But once she was home, he went straight into daddy mode. Soccer Dad duty, carpooling to games, checking homework, cooking and cleaning, fixing things at his parent's house and running their errandsâŠthey all filled his time.
Once a week he went bowling with friends and drank at bars, chasing a little tail, but not really trying to catch much. His three older sisters rotated keeping Pilar with their kids so he could have some adult time. The last few "dates" he had were with single moms who complained about their ex-husbands or ex boyfriends. He thought one woman named Michaela would be a long-term situation, but she reconciled with her boyfriend and moved to Dallas.
After a Saturday soccer practice, Pilar came to him and asked if she could bake some cookies for a school party. It was nearing Halloween. He pulled out some easy to bake pre-made Tollhouse cookie dough from the freezer. All Pilar had to do was place the small chocolate chip cookie dough squares onto a baking sheet and use the stove timer to keep them from burning.
He kicked up his feet to watch the news and when the stove buzzer went off, he trotted into the kitchen to make sure Pilar didn't burn herself by taking them out of the oven with the oven mits. She only baked a dozen.
"Shouldn't you bake more for your class?" he asked.
"It's a potluck, so people are just bringing whatever to share."
After they cooled, she used a spatula to scoop them onto a decorative plate of pumpkins and fall leaves. He covered them with plastic wrap.
"Maybe you should put them in some Tupperware," he suggested.
"No, this is good."
He left her to handle her party business.
Terry didn't think anything about the cookies until three days later when Allegra showed up at his open garage door. His electric sander and earplugs prevented him from hearing her approach. He turned toward the street and almost jumped, not expecting someone to be standing near his truck watching him. Shutting off the sander, he pulled out the earplugs and stared at her with his goggles on.
"Sorry to startle youâŠTerryâŠright?"
He nodded.
"I came over to bring you back your cookie plate. That was such a thoughtful housewarming gift. I ate every single chocolate chip cookie. Perfectly gooey in the center the way I like! The note you wrote was really sweet, too. Thank you so much."
"I'm sorry?" he said in confusion.
Terry pushed up his goggles. Allegra handed him the plate that wasn't empty. On it were slices of banana bread. He looked at the baked goods, then back at her.
"To show my appreciation for the cookiesâŠI just made it last night. I didn't put nuts in it because I don't know if anyone in your family is allergic to nuts."
"No, we aren't."
"I'll remember that."
Allegra's pretty eyelashes curled over naturally, and her lips had just enough red lipstick to give her plump lips a rosy tint. She was dream girl material, and the cut and style of her bob reminded him of something the old Black starlets wore in the sixties, but it looked contemporary too with a soft flip on the ends. Terry became lost in her face and she seemed equally lost in his, her gaze never leaving his eyes. That was one of the physical traits that women always said they loved about him. The green, lion-like eyes. She looked up at him and their size difference was quite obvious. She was petite-chic, the cut and color of her clothes making her seem taller far away. Allegra was shorter than his ex wife. He felt like a big giant standing next to her. She smelled so good. Her perfume hinted at jasmine in the summer.
"My daughter and I will enjoy this. Thanks for bringing it over with the plate," he said.
Allegra smiled and his chest caved in. Was it possible for her to be even more attractive with a smile on her face?
She glanced around his makeshift workshop.
"Woodworking? You do this for a living?" she asked.
He stepped aside to let her see the dining cabinet he built for another neighbor.
"Actually, it's a hobby of mine."
"Hobby? This is true craftsmanship."
He touched the side of the cabinet.
"I learned it from my dad and kept at it in highschool."
"If I paid you, could you make me a couple of custom bookshelves?"
"What type of wood?"
"Not too expensive."
"I can make some maple wood shelves and stain them to look expensive.'
"I like your way of thinking. When I get the time, I'll measure my walls and let you know what I need."
"Still settling in?"
"My god, I haven't unpacked all of my boxes. I'm still eating takeout because I dread unpacking everything in my kitchen. My new job keeps me busy and I'm usually too tired by the end of the day. I should be unpacking right now, but I have to leave for an event soon."
She sighed and pushed back a flipped curl on her forehead.
"I better let you get back to work. AgainâŠthank you for the sweet welcoming gesture."
Allegra left him alone in the garage and he watched her walk back across the street to her place. She had a little sway in her hips as she walked in her well-fitted navy blue dress pants and structured white button-down shirt. The light pink cardigan sweater tied around her shoulders was such a classy touch, along with her chunky blocked-heeled pumps.
He looked down at his dust-laden ripped jeans and brown work apron. Not too shabby, but he almost wanted to spruce up. He took the plate into the kitchen and checked the time. Pilar would be there in half an hour. He wanted to know what she wrote in that note to Allegra.
Running a hot shower, he cleaned his body and stared at his reflection in the mirror afterward. Time for a fresh line-up. His facial hair looked a little ungroomed. He took time to shave and then changed into better jeans and a fitted long sleeve shirt. He waited at the front door, peeking out of the screen.
Allegra stepped into her Mercedes wearing a pastel coral cocktail dress with an upswept hairdo, looking like Diahann Carroll with a smidgen of Grace Kelly. She drove off to wherever she needed to go and he imagined how breathtaking she'd look, stepping into a crowded room with all eyes on her beauty.
Ka-kump. Ka-kump. Ka-kump.
Pilar glided onto the sidewalk near their house and headed for the garage.
"I'm right here," he said.
She looked at him through the screen. He opened it and stepped outside. Folding his arms over his wide chest, he gave his daughter a questioning look.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked.
Her friends Caleb, Trudy, and Aisha waved at her and kick-pushed their skateboards toward their houses while yelling hello to him.
"You baked those cookies for Miss Allegra. Not a school party."
Pilar gave him a sheepish grin.
"What did you write in the note?"
"I just said something likeâŠwelcome to the neighborhood. Enjoy these homemade cookies. Then I put your name on it."
"Just my name?"
"Yes."
"She brought the plate back and made us some banana bread."
"Ooh!" Pilar said, rubbing her hands together. "My plan is set in motion."
"What plan?"
"DadâŠc'mon. Miss Allegra is the best-looking woman around here. I think you should ask her out on a date."
"I don't need my ten-year-old setting us up."
Pilar put a hand on her hip.
"Well, Auntie Brianna and Auntie Sloane said she's gorgeous and they think you should get to know her. She might be your perfect fit."
"How would they know? They've never seen her."
"I snuck a picture of her on my phone and sent it to them."
"Why the sudden interest in getting me to date?"
Pilar's gaze dropped to the ground.
"No reason. She's new and you don't go out as much anymore."
"That's because I have to take care of you. You're my priority. Dating can always come later."
He stepped aside and let her come in with her skateboard.
"It was a nice thing you didâŠgiving her the cookies," he said.
Pilar grinned.
Terry was an adept father and took pride in keeping a meticulous home, and his child put together well when she exited the front door. Two weeks before Thanksgiving, Pilar started coming home from school with wildly disheveled hair. Even if he put protective styles in with twists or high buns with little curls framing her face with cute tendrils, his daughter returned looking like her head went through a blender.
She'd claim it was the weather. Bad rainfall, or the wind messing it up, but for ten school days, she rolled back home with her hair every which-way, rubber bands busted, barrettes missing, and knocker ball hair bobbles vanished into thin air. She'd roll through, and each time, their neighbor Allegra would be outside collecting her mail. Pilar would wave and say "Hi!" really loud and Allegra responded in kind before stepping back into her house.
He assumed she wanted her hair out, craving to wear hairstyles like her older girl cousins. Rather than make a big deal about it, he started putting a headband on her.
One Saturday afternoon, Pilar played outside on the curved part of the cul-de-sac with her friends, kicking a soccer ball into Caleb's two netted goal posts. A typical loud day of children freely running around screaming and playing in the street. Pilar rocked a bushy 'fro and had the loudest voice out of the bunch.
He kept an eye out for them while watching a football game by leaving his livingroom shades open. Snacking on some chips, he turned his head to check on the action outside.
He quickly ducked his head down low.
Allegra played outside with the children.
Terry hid behind the couch and secretly watched Allegra interact with the neighborhood kids doing soccer ball tricks with her knees and sneaker'd feet. She kicked the ball to Pilar and his daughter charged her, heading for a goal post. Allegra wasn't shy about her defensive moves and easily swiped the ball away from his daughter, kicking it with a curved arc into the opposite goal post. All the children squealed in delight and high-fived her. She stepped aside to let the children continue their boisterous match up.
Terry's back ached from being hunched over spying. Pilar spoke to Allegra for a long time, ignoring her friends, and her bouncy energy kept a smile on the woman's face. Allegra glanced toward his open window and Terry dropped to the floor, hiding his body.
He waited five minutes.
"Why are you on the floor, Daddy?"
Pilar stood above him with a quizzical expression. She'd come in the house through the garage door.
"Stretching my back out," he said.
"But you're on your stomach."
"Can I help you with something?" he said, standing up.
Outside, Allegra stood watching him through the window.
"I asked Miss Allegra how she kept her hair so pretty and she told me her hair care routine. I'm coming to get a pen and paper for her to write it down so you can take care of my hair."
"What? I know how to take care of your hair! I've been doing it since you were born."
Pilar grabbed a Bic pen and tore a piece off some junk mail envelope sitting on the coffee table.
"Daddy, please. Work with me here. I've been looking raggedy for two weeks to get her attention. She finally asked about my curls and I asked about her hair."
Pilar dashed out the front door before he could stop her. She handed Allegra the pen and paper. Terry became flustered. His daughter pretended to be unkempt to fool a grown woman into having sympathy for him.
Allegra scribbled on the paper outside and he felt exposed for something that wasn't true. Pilar ran back into the house through the front door and handed him the half envelope. Most of what Allegra listed, Terry already had in his bathroom for his daughter.
HoweverâŠshe wrote her phone number down, too.
"Boo-ya!" Pilar said, flinging her fingers open like an explosion going off.
"Come into the kitchen with me," he said.
Pilar followed him.
"Sit," he commanded.
He stuffed the half envelope in his back pocket.
"PilarâŠbabygirlâŠI know you mean well, but pleaseâŠstop the antics."
"But Daddyâ"
"I mean it."
His voice went down an octave, his baritone sounding harsh. Pilar ran from the kitchen table and stomped loudly up the stairs. He closed his eyes in frustration and waited fifteen minutes before going upstairs.
Pilar cried on her bed. Her loud bawling startled him.
"MunchkinâŠI'm not madâŠI justâŠyou don't have to do this."
"I do!" she wailed.
He sat in his usual spot and let her get her emotions out. She eventually calmed down to gaspy shudders and sad moans of pain. He brushed her hair back, and she threw her arms around his neck.
"I don't want you being alone. Mom married somebody and now she gets to be happy. I want you to be happy, too, Daddy."
"Munchkin, I am happy. I have youâŠgrampy and grandma, your aunts, my friendsâ"
She shook her head against his neck.
"It's not the same as having someone for yourself. I'll grow up and go to college and you'll be here by yourself. Everyone in our family has someone. Grampy has Grandma, Auntie Brianna has Uncle MitchâŠAuntie Sloane has Uncle Kenny. Even Auntie Monique has her boyfriend Gordon. I'm scared for you, Daddy. You're such a good, kind person and you deserve what Mommy has."
Pilar burst into more tears and his eyes grew blurry. He wiped them and pulled back from his daughter.
"It's not your responsibility to worry about me. My job is to worry about you, hear me?"
Pilar kept crying. Her nose ran, but she nodded at his words.
"When the time comes for me to find my special someoneâŠit'll happen. Naturally. Understand?"
"Y-Y-Yessss," she blubbered.
He kissed her forehead and used his thumbs to wipe away warm tears.
"Can I tell you something that will make you happy?"
"O-O-Okayyyy," she choked out.
"Your Mom and 'that man' agreed to change their plans back to coming out for Christmas. And, I don't have to trade Thanksgiving."
"For real?"
"For real. In fact, Bryson urged your mother to reconsider, and he rescheduled the cruise for next year. He's not so bad, huh?"
Pilar sniffled, and her swollen red eyes pained him.
"I guess not."
"Let's make a deal, okay? You don't worry about hooking me up and just enjoy being a little girl with a happy father."
"Are you happy?"
"I am. I have you and a very full life. Promise. Go wash your face and get back outside with your friends."
"Okay, Daddy."
She jumped off the bed and ran to the hall bathroom. He went to her bedroom window and peeked out from the blinds. Allegra went back into her home. He pulled the scrap of envelope from his back pocket and stared at her phone number.
Saturday afternoons were usually Terry and Pilar's time to decompress and watch movies together. Sometimes there was a slumber party with her cousins at their house or one of his sister's. But on this particular Saturday, it was football fever on the flatscreen TV with his buddies while Pilar was at her grandparents' house.
Terry had plenty of pizzas and beer, and his sound system blasted the play-by-play of the game. He enjoyed the company of his buddies, all Black men with families, and very little free time except for the small moments of respite at Terry's place. The Steelers beat the Commanders and the guys talked shit, then they played his AuxGod Hip Hop Edition game. He rapped his ass off while playing Nas's "One Mic" on his smartphone and got his friends hyped to share R&B music. They all howled when someone messed up playing the wrong songs based on cards they pulled, thinking they had the perfect jam. Good clean fun.
The afternoon wound down into late evening and he cleaned up pizza boxes and empty beer cans. His friends bumped fists and gave each other dap as they left out the front door. Rain started falling, and he noticed Allegra pulling into her driveway. The late hour had him guessing she had a night out again. Her job didn't keep her from a busy social life. He often caught sight of her coming and going on the weekends. One time, another car brought her home and stayed overnight in her driveway.
He waved his friends away and pulled out his cell to call his father.
"Hey Junior," his father said.
"Hey, Pops. How's it going over there?"
"Good. The girls are playing and your mama is letting them stay up late to watch some Godzilla movie on Amazon Prime."
"I wanted to say goodnight to Pilar."
"No problem, hold onâŠPilar! Your Dad is on the phone!"
Terry waited for his daughter, and soon enough, her voice rang in his ear.
"Hey, Dad."
"Being good?"
"Of course. What time are you picking me up tomorrow?"
"After you get back from church."
"Aw man. You can't get me early, so I don't have to go?"
"I had to suffer through it. It's your turn now."
"But they take forever. Even God goes to sleep by the time that preacher gets done."
"Hey, don't blaspheme, and don't you two keep Grampy and Grandma up too late, okay?"
"We won't. Night, Dad!"
Terry swiped his smartphone and noticed Allegra's car lights were still on. She hadn't left her driveway. He guessed she was talking on her cell phone.
His house smelled of cigars, pepperoni, and Budweiser. He finished cleaning up and sprayed the dining room with air freshener. Rolling his neck muscles, he climbed up to his bedroom. His blinds were open, and he checked the street again.
Allegra stood near her car in the rain looking up at the sky. She stuck her tongue out, tasting the droplets, and spun around in a circle with her arms outstretched. He smiled. She looked like a big kid having fun.
The rain drenched her hair, and she swiped it back, her tresses turning into slick ringlets. The playfulness she exuded cracked something open inside of him. Maybe Pilar was right. Maybe he did want someone to share his life with. He and Allegra barely exchanged enough words in passing for him to sense that she would be open to going out for a coffee or dinner. She never got back to him about the bookshelves, and he never called her phone number to ask about the hair care products she suggested for Pilar.
His confidence in asking women out had waned that year. Each time he thought he might want to spend time with a woman, schedules didn't match up, or he didn't feel that pull to pursue a relationship. The spark wasn't there. Part of him was afraid to put his heart back out there. His ex, Yolanda, had been a heartbreak he finally let go of two years ago. It frightened him into not wanting to be vulnerable with another woman again. Romantic love was for the brave, and Terry was not feeling brave anymore.
But Allegra?
After shaking her arms, she finally went inside her house, not caring that her snazzy outfit was soaked clear through to her skin. He looked at his dresser. The envelope with her number sat next to his hairbrush.
He texted her number.
Hi, Allegra. This is your neighbor, Terry. I was going to pick up some lumber at Home Depot tomorrow and wanted to know if you were still interested in getting bookshelves made? No rush to answer. I'm always going there every other week. If you changed your mind, that's cool, too.
He sent it off, and seconds later, she rang him up.
"Hello?"
He sounded breathless.
"HiâŠTerry? It's AllegraâŠfrom across the street. Got your message."
"Oh, great. Sorry for texting so late. I was about to turn in and wanted to ask you before I forgot and left tomorrow."
He winced. His words came out in a rush of nervous energy.
"I do want the bookshelves made. I've been so busy I just never got around to measuring anything. Could you come by tomorrow before you leave and take a look at my floor space? You'd have a better idea of measurements than I would."
Terry stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes turned into saucers.
"I can do that. I've got to pick up my daughter from church tomorrow at one. I can drop by with my digital tape measure before then and then go to Home Depot."
"Can I go with you? I'd like to see the wood you're considering besides the maple you told me about."
"UhâŠsure."
"What time should I expect you over here?"
"Let's say ten?"
"Great, see ya then."
"Goodnight."
He hung up, stunned.
She wanted to go with him to the Depot?
"So, what do you think? Two shelves here and then two more in my office room?"
Allegra watched him make final calculations on his phone. He surveyed her living room set-up one more time to ensure efficient use of her space. They'd spent a good twenty minutes upstairs in her stylish office and he made a quick sketch on his notepad of the shelving unit he could make for her in there. She would pay for the wood and any extra supplies he needed, and he insisted on doing the work for free.
The layout in her house was roomy and leaned toward a mid-century modern styled interior. She liked rich and luxurious wood furniture with mustard yellow and avocado-colored accents. Her home fit her personal style the way he imagined it would. It had a timeless quality. He told her a little about the family that lived there before she bought the place, and the conversation meandered into her own hobbies of painting and gardening. She showed him her patio space in the back and he offered to build her plant containers to grow her favorite flowers. Those were easy to put together and would be cheaper than her buying them pre-made online.
He learned that she had been a highschool soccer star, and that talent landed her a full-ride scholarship to Brown University where she almost landed a spot on the Olympic team. But a skiing accident ruined her shot. She still liked to watch the game and play occasionally.
Allegra worked from home mostly as an In-House attorney for a legal firm with document heavy cases, thus the need for bookshelves to hold all her law books. She did contract reviews, legal research, and dealt with a lot of intellectual property research for her clients.
Terry listened to her talk about herself, and her warm personality gave him the courage to open up about himself. Of course, he bragged about Pilar, and on their way to Home Depot, he pointed out places of interest to her.
"I always wanted to live in a small town," she said. "I grew up in New England, but my grandparents were from here, so I had annual trips for holidays and always liked it. Now that I can work remotely from home, I put stakes in the ground and live here full time. Getting away from the east coast has been a relief. This place makes me happy."
"We love it here. Excellent schools, nice people who look out for each other."
"It's just you and Pilar?"
"Yep. My ex remarried and moved to Europe."
"Co-parenting overseas must be rough."
"YolandaâŠmy exâŠshe recently moved there. It's going to be a change for sure. I'm used to Pilar flying a quick hop to Atlanta. Now, she'll have partial summers there and I don't know if I can handle her flying so far away where I can't get to her fast, y'know?"
"I had to do it when I was young. My parents divorced when I was twelve. I hopped from Boston to England to stay with my dad and his new wife on my school breaks. My mother was a nervous wreck at first, but you adjust."
"I hope so. I try to be stoic for Pilar, but I know I'll be in shambles when she flies out there next year."
Allegra laughed and the sound of her voice so close comforted him.
"I'll help talk you down when those nerves kick up," she said.
They walked up and down aisles at the Home Depot, and since he was a regular, the workers there were quick to help him because he didn't waste time. Terry explained the different type of wood options and they compared prices. He did his best to keep costs down for her, and she went along with whatever he thought was best. She'd seen his work output and trusted his skills.
He loaded up the truck bed, and they swooped over to his grandparents' church to pick up Pilar. His daughter's eyes widened when she noticed Allegra sitting in the truck. She ran past Terry and chatted with Allegra. He soon introduced his parents to her, and they invited her to attend a church service in the future.
Pilar hopped in the seat behind Allegra, and he drove them back to their home.
"I'll unload this and start working on your shelving units tomorrow," he said.
"Great."
Pilar watched them interact. She wore the goofiest grin on her face.
Allegra took off across the street and he watched her leave along with Pilar. When she was outside of earshot, Pilar grabbed his arm.
"You hung out with her?" she enthused.
"We talked about her bookshelves."
"So you went inside her house and spent time with her, right?"
"I did."
"Isn't she cool? She plays soccer, and she likes monster moviesâŠ"
Pilar stopped gushing about Allegra.
"I forgot. You told me not to interfere."
"I might've been wrong about that," he said.
Pilar's face lit up.
"Oh, yeah?"
"I like her. She's really nice and smart."
"My work here is done," Pilar said.
She skipped into the house, and he unloaded the truck.
Making bookshelves and planter boxes was the beginning.
Next came inviting Allegra over for football game gatherings with his family.
He introduced her to his oldest sister who gave birth to a baby boy, her first, and he watched Allegra nervously hold the newborn with trepidation in her eyes.
"You got itâŠjust hold his head like this and keep him close to youâŠyeah, see, you got it," he said.
Terry's new nephew was a little chocolate drop.
"He's so tiny and adorable," Allegra said.
All of his sisters liked her, and his mother took the grand gesture of inviting her to join them on their family Christmas trip. Allegra looked genuinely receptive to the idea, but she already had plans to fly out to Boston to spend the winter holiday with her family. Terry felt bummed about it and realized that he was catching feelings for her.
He kept their budding friendship platonic, but by the following spring, it was clear to everyone around them that something was blooming past friendship. They hadn't been physical with each other yet, not even kissing. He liked the slow, easy pace. It gave him time to know her before jumping into anything serious, especially since he had Pilar to think of.
His daughter was crazy about Allegra.
He was too.
As time ticked on and it grew closer to the time that Pilar would have to fly overseas, his anxiety spiked. He was not planning on attending the celebration. His former sister-in-law, Zarah, was going to fly the long distance with Pilar to Rome.
The day his daughter was to leave, he paced in his living room, going over Pilar's packing list several times. Allegra hung out with him, reassuring him that all would be well. Zarah was on her way in a Lyft to pick up Pilar. They all thought it best that he say his goodbyes from home and not go to the airport.
"Go to the restroom one more time before you leave," he told his daughter.
Pilar ran upstairs to her bathroom.
"I'm going to put the roast in the oven for our dinner tonight," Allegra said. "Be right back."
He walked her outside of his home. When Allegra reached the sidewalk, she turned around to face him. For the first time, she slid her arms around his waist and looked up at him.
"You're a great Dad, Terry. Pilar is so lucky to have youâŠand so am I."
Terry locked eyes with her, and any fears he had about taking a chance on finding love melted away.
"May I kiss you?" he asked.
Her eyes twinkled like she'd been waiting her whole life to hear him say those three words.
"Yes, you may, Mr. Richmond."
He placed his forehead against hers first and savored the moment before the moment. Yes, he deserved someone for himself. His wily daughter had been so correct in her assessment of him. Forever grateful for Pilar's push to get him out into the world with the special woman in his arms, Terry lowered his head and kissed Allegra.
His full, lush lips were nothing compared to the soft place of comfort he found pressed against her mouth. Her lips coaxed a passion out of him he hadn't felt in years. He kept the kiss a little below chasteâŠshe gave him a little teasing of her tongue to entice him for more later, when they would be alone. His grin broke their physical contact and the butterflies in his stomach told him she was the one to take a chance with.
He pushed a fluffy bang away from her left eye and Allegra glanced up toward his second floor. Terry followed her gaze, and they both glimpsed Pilar looking down at them from her bedroom window. She fist-pumped her right hand, and the expression she gave them was pure joy.
Her little plan worked.
Author's Note:
I wanted to write something fast and fluffy to put out the day after the horror of that anti-Black orange menace being put back in office by racist white people and their non-Black PoC racist minions. Black women need soft, joyful things to get us through. We all we got. Remember that.
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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 9
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Chapter 9Â
âHey Binnie?â Y/n had woken up early knowing that Changbin does as well to either head to the gym in town or workout in the home gym.
âMorning pretty girl, youâre up really early.â He looks at the clock before grabbing a water bottle from the fridge having just come in from the home gym. âWhatâs up?â
âCould I use your phone while you finish working out?â She asks shyly. âTo call my brother?â
âOf course baby.â He smiles, fishing his phone out of his packet before giving it to her. âI use the tablet and stereo in the gym anyways for music so youâre good to use it however long you need.
âThanks.â She smiles and waits for him to go back into the gym before she decides to walk into the den, closing the door most of the way as she types in her brother's number and hits call.
âHello?â A groggy voice that sounds like was just woken up answers fairly quickly.
âHyuk? Itâs Y/n.âÂ
âHoly shit, Y/n?â The voice perks up. âGod youâve had me so worried about you. I hadnât heard from you in a bit and dad called saying he got a message from grandma and grandpa that you ran away for no reason. Where the fuck are you? Whoâs phone are you calling from?â
âOne of my fated alphaâs phone.â She tries to keep her voice light but in reality sheâs about to break down.Â
âYour fated alphas?â He sounds wary.Â
Y/n sighs and starts explaining everything that had happened, including letting the injection wear off.Â
âGod Iâm so sorry sis.â His heart breaks hearing everything she was put through. âIâm just glad youâre away from them and somewhere safe now.â
âYeah.â She smiles through her tears. âThis is the safest Iâve ever felt, really.â
âThatâs good.â He sighs. âI want to meet your mates though.â
âHyuk.â She whines at his overprotectiveness.
âDonât give me that pup.â He scolds her. âHave they marked you yet?â
She hesitates. â...No.â
âAre they planning to?âÂ
âWell I believe so. A few of them said soon, so Iâm sure they will.â She rambles.
âIâm just wanting to make sure Y/nn.â He tries to calm her down. âDonât want them to take advantage of you, promising to mark you but never actually do just to get things from you and later sell you to the highest paying pack.â
âThey wouldnât do that.â She defends her mates but she isnât sure if sheâs trying to convince him or herself as she now starts to overthink everything.
âIâm just making sure.â Hyuk then sighs. âListen, Iâve gotta go get ready for work. Text me when they get you your new phone and weâll discuss meeting up soon.â
âOkay.â She nods even though he canât see it. âBye bro, love you.â
âLove you too sis, talk later.â
After she hangs up she takes in a shaky deep breath before letting the dam break and start sobbing in the nest. Little did she know that Changbin had finished his workout already and had heard her crying while talking on the phone. He didnât eavesdrop or anything but stayed nearby until he heard her muffled talking stop and just her sobs come through the crack in the door.Â
The alpha quickly walks in and when she sees him she lifts her arms up and he wraps himself around her, bringing her into his lap in the nest and gently rocks her as she cries into his shoulder.
âIâve got you, pretty girl.â He whispers and coos at her. âYouâre okay, just let it out.â
Chan opens the door having smelled her upset when he woke up and quickly came to find her. He gives Changbin a questioning look as he watches him soothe their omega.
âShe called her brother.â Changbin mouths to him, slightly pointing to his discarded phone while trying not to disturb the girl in his arms.
The pack alpha nods and watches for a moment before leaving the two alone.
ââșââ ⟠ââșââ
âWeâre taking you shopping at the mall in the next town over today.â Jeongin hugs Y/n from behind as she leans against the counter watching Minho cook.Â
âEveryone?â She leans back against him.
âNo, just Hyunjin and I.â He places his chin on her shoulder. âHyun still feels bad and said he wanted to be the one who takes you.â
âAnd you are gonna be under the same rules we have for Felix and Jisung.â Chan walks in. âRule number one being, you donât leave the property without an alpha or beta and you donât leave the town without an alpha. You can be in town with just Hyunjin or Seungmin but leaving town you need one of the four of us alphas.â She nods in understanding. âLix and Ji canât drive so we donât usually have to worry too much about it but we ask you to please follow this rule.â
Minho steps up to her with a spoon. âTry this.â She eats from the spoon and her eyes light up. âGood? Not too spicy?â
âI like it.â
Minho smiles, turning back to the stove. âRule number two, if youâre leaving the house, even to walk around the grounds a bit, let one of us know.â
Changbin, whoâs been making a protein shake, turns to the room âRule number three, we donât keep anything from each other. If somethings bothering you, talk to us, no matter what.â
âRule number four.â Jeongin steps away from the omega to grab Chanâs wallet as Hyunjin walks into the room. âIf you want to have someone visit, like your brother, let all of us know first to make sure it's good timing for all of us.âÂ
âGot it.â She nods, taking mental note of everything.Â
âReady princess?â Hyunjin grabs the car keys from the hook and Jeongin grabs her hand now having Chanâs credit card in his pocket.Â
âYeah.â She nods letting the younger alpha lead her to the front door.
âGet whatever you want or need, baby girl.â Chan follows along to walk them out. âGet any clothes, makeup or skin care you want and need. If thereâs anything you want to decorate your room with, then get it. Donât worry about pricings or how much youâve already gotten, okay?â
âYes alpha.âÂ
âGood girl.â He kisses her cheek and stands on the porch as he watches them get in the car and drive off.
The drive was quiet for the most part besides the music playing and the occasional questions. Y/n still felt a bit iffy around Hyunjin. Heâs been better around her, but itâs awkward still.
She follows closely behind them walking through the mall as she looks around at the different stores they go by and Jeongin quickly grabs her hand when she starts to lag behind a bit.Â
âWhere do you want to go first?â
âAny clothing store is fine.â She mumbles and Hyunjin grabs her other hand leading the two towards a shop and her eyes widen at the amount of clothes.
âHave at it princess, pick out anything you want.â Hyunjin smiles down at her.Â
âI donât even know where to start?â She looks around at the different wracks of clothes.
âWeâll help you.â Jeongin squeezes her hand before taking her to the first rack.Â
They all pick out different clothes and she tries them on, some of which she was surprised how much she liked on her as sheâs used to having just worn leggings and t-shirts for the last few years. But the sundresses, shorts, skirts, and blouses the boys picked out she loved. She almost felt more like herself for the first time in her life.Â
Several stores and trips back and forth from the car later they were almost done. They had even picked up her new phone Chan had called ahead to have ready for pick up.
âChannie hyung said the phone is already all set up for you.â Jeongin explains as he and Hyunjin are holding a few bags of skin care.âWeâll just have to charge it when we get home.â
âAny other stores?â Hyunjin asks, moving over to the mall's map directory. âDo you want to get some makeup?â
âNo, I donât like to wear makeup much.â She looks around. âIs there like a homegoods store or something so I can get stuff for my room?â
âYeah, itâs on the other side of the mall.â Jeongin points on the map to show them. âHow about you guys head over there and Iâll go take these bags to the car and bring it around in front of that store so itâd be easier to load it up.â
âSounds good.â Hyunjin hands him the few bags he has before taking the omegaâs hand leading her to the store. âWhat were you thinking for your room?â
âJust wanting to pick out some decor, and curtains, maybe a rug.â She starts to walk through the store. âCould you help me paint an accent wall?â
âOf course, we can stop by the hardware store in the town and grab paint.â He follows her to the curtains first. âWhat color were you thinking?â
âPurpleâŠ? PinkâŠ? Iâm not sure yet.â She looks through the curtains specifically stopping at the blackout curtains. âI wouldnât mind having an artist's eye though on deciding what would go the best.â
âI can definitely help with that.â He starts to browse the curtains. âIs there a certain color of curtains and a rug youâre wanting?â
âI was thinking grey for the curtains.â She pulls a set of light grey curtains before handing them to him. âAnd Iâm wanting a big fluffy white rug.âÂ
âWeâre gonna need a cart for that then. Iâll go get one and Iâll meet you at the rugs?â
âYeah.â She nods and watches him walk away before heading towards the rugs and start browsing.Â
She finds a few fluffy rugs as she feels them to decide which one she wants as she waits for Hyunjin and Jeongin to come back.Â
âHey there little omega.â A deep voice is heard as a tall alpha comes up behind her. âWhereâs your alpha at little one?â He places a hand on her hip causing her to tense up.
âHe-heâll be back soon.â Y/n stutters unsure whatâs about to happen.Â
He turns her around, still keeping her in place as he inspects her neck. âNo bites? Meaning youâre unclaimed.â
âI-I donât want any trouble.â She swallows hard, hoping for Jeongin or Hyunjin to be back soon, as she has flashbacks to how her grandfather blocked her path, not allowing her to leave. âP-please walk away.âÂ
âWhy would I do that?â He growls, grip tightening on her waist. âYou donât belong to anyone, yet. We can change that right here and now though.â
âI donât think so.â Jeonginâs growl is heard before he punches the alpha in the jaw. âStay away from my omega.â
âYour omega?â The man taunts with a chuckle clenching the side of his face. âIf sheâs yours then why is she unmarked?â
âInnie.â Y/n gasps, her alpha looks ready to kill but she doesnât get to move as Hyunjin comes up wrapping his arms around her.
âDonât intervene.â He whispers as he holds her closely to him. âYouâll only get hurt.â
âButâŠâ He turns her away from the scene as security comes to break up the commotion.Â
Hyunjin continues to hold her as Jeongin gets questioned by security explaining how the strange alpha was threatening to claim his omega. Luckily with the security footage showing how uncomfortable Y/n is with the man,9 Jeongin is let go and asked not to come back to that mall again.
âIâm sorry.â Y/n softly cries into Hyunjins chest.
âNo baby, Iâm sorry.â The beta squeezes her. âI shouldnât have left you alone, I wasnât thinking. Felix and Jisung, even though they act like it, arenât actual omegas so it's okay for them to be left alone for a few minutes in a store when we go to grab something. I should have stayed or at least had brought you with me, especially since youâre still unmarked. Iâm sorry.â
The omega whimpers into his chest as Jeongin joins them, still angry, saying they should head back home and leads them to the parked car. Hyunjin helps Y/n into the back before taking the keys from the young alpha to drive.Â
After a bit of no one talking Y/n looks up at them in the front seats and sighs. âWhen⊠when will you guys?â
âWhen will we, what?â Jeongin grunts, still a bit agitated from the situation and not happy with his beta for leaving her unattended.Â
She shrinks back in her seat. âNever mind.â She whimpers and looks out the window watching the terrain go by the closer they get home.
When they pull up, Chan, Minho and Changbin are waiting outside to help bring in all of the bags. When the three of them step out of the car though, the alphas smell the soured scents causing their brains to overthink.Â
âWhat happened?â Chan looks at all of them, Minho quickly goes to Y/n to check her over for injuries.Â
âHyunjin left Y/n alone in a store.â Jeongin glares at the beta. âAnd an alpha threatened to take her, probably would have if I hadnât come back when I did.â
âIs that true?â Chan looks at Hyunjin, getting angrier when he nods. âWhat were you thinking?â
âIâm sorry.â The beta whines. âI wasnât thinking okay, I forgot that she isnât able to be left alone for a few minutes like Ji and Lix can.â
âDid you fight the alpha, Innie?â Changbin is looking at Jeonginâs face who nods and the omega now realizes that the stranger must have hit Jeongin back when Hyunjin turned her away.
âAre you okay kitten?â Minho moves her hair behind her ear and cups her cheek.
âYeah?â She whispers not looking up at the alpha.
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â He forces her to look at him and now sees the tears threatening to spill.Â
âItâs nothing.â She brushes his hand away.Â
Minho sighs and looks at his pack alpha who notices as well before telling Changbin to deal with Hyunjin as he moves to Y/n.
âBaby girl.â He places his hands on both of her cheeks looking down at her. âWhat did Changbin say rule number three was?â
A tear falls down her cheek. âWe donât keep stuff from each other. If somethings bothering me, talk to you guys.â
âThatâs right.â He wipes away her tears. âSo please talk to me, whatâs wrong? Is it what happened? Did it scare you?â
âIt did. It reminded me of how my grandfather blocked my path.â She mumbles. âBut itâs not entirely that.â
âWhat is it then?âÂ
âThe alpha said I was unmarked, that I donât belong to anyone because of it and threatened to change that.â She mumbles which starts to make Jeongin mad again as Changbin soothes him. âAnd it makes me wonder when⊠when will you guys make me yours?â
âYouâre already ours, pretty girl.â Changbin reassures her as he holds the youngest alpha.
âOthers just think that omegas need to be marked like property or otherwise they're a free for all.â Minho had stayed close by still looking her over to make sure sheâs okay.Â
âBaby, just because we havenât bitten you yet doesnât mean youâre not ours.â Chan coos.Â
Y/n bites her lip still holding back tears. âIt just feels like Iâm not being fully accepted.â
âOh baby girl.â Chan pulls her into his chest and lets out soothing pheromones. âPlease donât feel that way. I promise we will soon, itâs just something thatâs a bit more intimate than you might realize.â
âAnd you said I have to take you on a date first before I can do that.â Minho gives a cheeky smirk making her pout and playfully pushes him trying to hold back a smile.
Her smile doesnât last long though as sheâs reminded as to what Hyuk had told her on the phone this morning and starts to wonder if he is right.Â
Chan and Minho look at each other as their omegaâs scent goes from sweetening to sour again during the whole interaction. They can see her brain working overtime and know that theyâre gonna need to get to work on claiming her as it seems their words arenât fully convincing her anymore.
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I saw you were writing blurbs! I was wondering if you can write one for Bob Floyd from the smut list? Number 4, maybe Bob is injured but desperately needs his partner?
slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if itâs after a battle or after theyâve patched up each otherâs wounds)
he was fine. really, he was. just a little bruised, and very sore. he and phoenix had a close call during training that day, and it had forced them to eject from a jet that was hurdling at breakneck speed toward the earth. bob felt as if heâd been thrown down multiple flights of stairs. he ached in places he didnât even know he could ache. but that wasnât even the worst of it. no, the worst part was the look on your face when youâd come rushing into his room. you looked so frightened, and he hated that he was the cause of that fear and worry.
when you got the call that heâd been injured, your world tilted on its axis. thankfully your boss had allowed you to leave work early so you could be with your husband. you werenât even aware of his condition. all you knew was that thereâd been an accident, and that he was in the med bay, and no other details were able to be provided at that time. you were going in blind, unsure of what you were about to walk in on. would he be unresponsive? barely hanging on to life? these thoughts spiraled in your mind as you rushed down the hall toward the room theyâd put him in. the only thing that gave you some sense of ease was the fact that he was in a recovery room, and not a care unit.
when you burst into the room, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed. he was obviously shaken, and there were some visible cuts and bruises, but he was in one piece, and he was alive. your knees almost buckled, but you pushed yourself forward until you reached him. âoh, bobby,â you whimpered. his eyes filled with tears, and you were quick to sit beside him and carefully wrap your arms around him, wary of doing anything that might cause him pain. âi was so scared. i didnât know if you were okay or not.â
âiâm fine, sweetheart. just a little banged up.â he leaned over to kiss your head, despite the pain that flashed through his ribs. âone of the engines malfunctioned. we had to eject,â he explained.
âhowâs nat?â you inquired, hoping she was fine.
âsheâs okay. kind of beating herself up over it, even though it wasnât her fault. she got us both safely out of the jet, thatâs what matters.â
relief settled in your chest at the confirmation that your husbandâs pilot was safe. you made a mental note to thank her for keeping your bobby out of harmâs way. âwhat are they saying as far as when you can be released?â
âitâs up to me. either i can stay for observation or i can sign some papers and get released tonight. i think iâm gonna do that. iâd rather spend the night in our bed than in this stuffy old hospital,â came his response.
that was how you found yourselves heading home a few hours later, bobby in the passenger seat as you drove. you held his hand the entire ride home, unwilling to let go. no words were spoken into the silence of the car. nothing could come close to expressing the way you felt. how terrified youâd been that you had lost him. thank god you hadnât, but what if still lingered in your mind.
it lingered in his, too. long after you pulled into the driveway and guided him into the house. long after you helped him get ready for bed. long after you got him settled beneath the covers. he kept replaying the incident in his mind. the terror, the adrenaline, the realization that this moment could be his last.
âi was thinking of you,â he whispered. so quiet you couldnât hear him.
âwhat was that?â you softly asked as you slid into bed beside him.
his mouth quivered. âi was thinking of you, when i was hurdling toward the ground. i thoughtâŠi thought for sure i was going to die. that i was never going to see your face again. hear your voice.â he squeezed his eyes shut, although his tears began to slide down his cheeks. âi-iâm glad it didnât end that way. iâm glad i get another chance to tell you how much i love you.â
your own tears had begun to fall, and a soft sob escaped your throat. gingerly, you kissed him. tears mixing. mouths absorbing the sounds of each otherâs weeping. although you were both reeling from this experience, there was an underlying tone of desperation. it manifested in you carefully climbing into his lap, straddling his hips. in your hands resting upon the sides of his neck, and his upon your hips. and when you parted, you could see it in his eyes. an unspoken need. something so strong and impassioned he could not voice it with mere words.
âplease, honey, iâŠâ he couldnât speak. could barely breathe. suddenly it felt as if his skin was on fire.
âi know,â you breathed against his mouth. âareâŠare you sure? i donât want to hurt you.â
âiâm sure.â trembling voice. barely able to breathe.
once again, you kissed him. you were frantic, yet gentle, as you rid yourself of your pajamas, and guided his soft sweatpants down his legs. lips finding his again, you reached down to wrap your hand around his soft cock, stroking him to full hardness as your other hand came down to prepare yourself to take him. it wasnât long before you were aligning him with you, and he looked down to watch you sink down onto him. a guttural whimper escaped his throat, and his chest heaved as he let out a sob.
âoh! oh, sweetheart,â he sighed as you sank down fully, body flush with his. he wrapped his arms around your body, and you wrapped yours around his shoulders, holding him close, his head against your chest.
âiâve got you,â came your whisper of reassurance. you held each other, bodies joined as one. tears streaming down your cheeks. mouths open and hot against each otherâs. crying and moaning, breathing words of love and adoration. words of devotion.
ânever let me go,â he pleaded. he wished you could hold him forever. that he could stay here in your arms, protected from the rest of the world, basking in the warmth of your love.
ânever,â you sighed, hips rolling against his, trying your best not to hurt him. but you werenât hurting him. far from it. you made him feel more alive than heâd felt all day.
âi love you,â he confessed into the air. âi need you. i never want to live without you.â
fingers laced through his hair, you let your forehead rest against his. âi love you too. never wanna live without you, either.â
the gravity of the situation weighed heavy on you both, but you took solace in this intimate connection. and if only for a little while, right here, connected to each other, you found peace. your bobby was safe in your arms. and you were thanking the stars that theyâd seen fit to let him come back home to you.
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The first time Logan saw Wade in drag, he thought someone broke into their apartment
Visually, Logan had no initial recognition.
Long blond hair. Big chest. Smooth skin. Tight dress. Tall boots. Long gloves.
Logan would have unsheathed his claws and tore the intruder to shreds for daring to invade his den.
Would have.
If not for those familiar baby blues staring out at him in shock and horror.
Logan knew those eyes. Knew them like he knew every star in the sky. Knew them like he could walk their apartment blindfolded and drunk.
Then he smelled the weird mix of makeup and hair products that came from the assortment of shoeboxes Wade kept on the top shelf of their closet.
Hanging up his jacket and toeing off his boots, Logan closed the door behind him. Stepping closer, he found the underlying scents of Wade's coconut body wash and the bitter smell of death that followed the merc everywhere.
Looking closer, Logan noticed the other details. Wade's waist. Wade's arms. Wade's thighs. Wade's fingers tapping irratically. Wade's breathing picking up.
Wade was frozen.
Logan was home early. Wade hadn't planned on getting caught. He hadn't wanted Logan to see.
Logan was... Confused. But, ever the supportive boyfriend, "You look nice. Going somewhere?"
As Wade buffered, Logan walked casually to the kitchen. He pulled a root beer (he was trying to cut back on real beer) from the fridge and snagged a piece of jerky from the fancy jar on the counter (it was too heavy for Puppins to move and she couldn't open it. Her dog treats were in the matching jar beside it).
Back in the living room, Logan got comfy in his recliner and raised an eyebrow at Wade.
Finally snapping out of it, he started messing with his dress and gloves. "Ummm... You're... Home early?"
Cracking open his root beer, "Yeah. Power outage in the shop. It won't be fixed till tomorrow, so they sent everybody home."
Wade nodded absently, looking anywhere but at Logan. "Makes sense."
Puppins lept up onto Logan's lap and he patted her absently. To Wade, he gently called, "Hey, you alright?"
Wade straightened, "What? Yeah! I'm great! I'm excellent. I'm-"
Sensing a long-winded ramble coming on, Logan cut him off, "Wade."
Wade flinched.
Logan waited.
When Wade's eyes finally found their way to his, Logan held out a hand.
Slowly, Wade stepped gracefully around the couch, heels clicking on the hard wood.
Pushing Puppins back to the floor and setting his drink aside, Logan gently pulled Wade down to sit on the arm of the chair. He put one arm around Wade's waist and the other brought those sexy black boots across his lap.
Though Wade came willingly, he chewed on his cherry-painted lips the whole time.
There were times when all Logan had to do was wait for Wade to talk. Let the other man ramble until he got to the real topic. This, clearly, was not one of those times.
Reaching up, Logan used his thumb to pull Wade's poor lip from between his teeth. Softly, "Do you want to tell me why you're getting all dressed up? Or just skip to me telling you that you didn't have to hide it?"
Wade's eyes met Logan's once more, full of disbelief and hope. "I... I know it's weird bu-"
Logan cut him off again, "No. Putting ketchup on your pancakes is weird. This is-"
"Disturbing? Disgusting? Gay? An insult to masculinity?"
Logan frowned, "I was going to say, this seems very important to you. Especially since you were so worried about my reaction that you didn't want me to know about it at all."
"Oh." Wade looked down at his hands, playing with his fingers. "Um..."
"Wade."
Wade flinched again.
"Does this make you happy?"
Wade continued to stare down at his hands. Eventually, he gave the smallest of nods.
Logan nodded too, like that settled the matter. Because it did.
"Well, then, go have fun. Go drink, or dance, or fuck around, or Femme Fatale, or whatever it is you do. And, when you come home, I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you smell mine again."
Wade blinked at him wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Logan was just... Letting him go? Sending him out? Like this? He wasn't disgusted? Or jealous? Or weirded out?
Completely overwhelmed by how amazing his boyfriend was, Wade leaned down and kissed Logan senseless.
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On Oct. 29, 1920, the temperature in Detroit reached a high of 60 degrees, and the Detroit Free Press reported that âNorthwestern Highâs football elevenâ was preparing to face Eastern High School the next day for a much anticipated Saturday matchup at the Joyce athletic field.Â
Julia Esaw had not yet arrived in Detroit to enjoy the game and the pleasant weather, but the longtime member of Peopleâs Community Church was born on that day â more than 100 years ago.
And this past Tuesday, on Oct. 29, the same Julia Esaw celebrated her 104th birthday in Detroit.
âIf you could see my face now, you would see a great big smile,â Esaw announced by phone at 3:27 p.m. on her birthday, a day that was fittingly even warmer in Detroit than the day she was born.
Asking the exuberant centenarian to take a second call by FaceTime so that her beautiful smile could be seen was not an option. Thatâs because Esaw was in a rush to quickly take in the sun and 76-degree warmth that radiated at that moment near her Detroit home, not far from her beloved Peopleâs Community Church â 8601 Woodward Ave. â before she was to be whisked away to a secret location for a family birthday celebration.
A 104th birthday is a rare occurrence. But Esaw says that from a very early time in her life she came to expect good experiences in Detroit.
âDetroit has had a lot to offer and I have no complaints,â said the 1939 Cass Tech graduate, who came to Detroit with her family when she was 2 years old from Columbia, Mississippi.
During the afternoon of Monday, Oct. 28, with vivid recollection, Esaw reeled off some of the early Detroit streets she lived on, including High Street, Division, Brewster, Hedge, Trowbridge and Taylor. However, it was a discussion about a destination that Esaw visited recently that brought out an excited tone a little more than eight hours before her birthday. That destination is 2978 West Grand Blvd., home to the Detroit Department of Elections, where Esaw dropped off her absentee ballot with a vote cast in the 2024 presidential election for Democratic Vice President Kamala Harris. And Esaw left no doubt that even with all of the history she has seen during her long lifetime, the opportunity to cast her vote for Harris â the first Black woman to head a major partyâs presidential ticket â holds a special place in her heart.Â
âIâm happy and it makes me feel great!â declared Esaw, who was born just 72 days after the ratification of the 19th Amendment which legally guaranteed women the right to vote.
Then Esaw went on to explain that her happiness this election season is tied to progress she has witnessed during her lifetime. Â
âAfter high school, I wanted to study to be a dietitian. But as a young Black woman, there was no place here that I could go to get the training and my mother didnât want me to go away,â lamented Esaw, who says she still owes a huge debt of gratitude to two âtoughâ teachers in Cass Techâs home economics curriculum that prepared her well for life. âBlacks didnât have the same kind of power we have today. But if we all get together now, we can put her (Harris) on the top seat.â
Although Esaw was unable to pursue a career in health care, her journey as a beautician actually began in close physical proximity to a prominent Detroit health institution.Â
âI started as a beautician at the Streamline Beauty Shop on Forest and it was right across from Womenâs Hospital (now Hutzel Womenâs Hospital),â said Esaw, who was married to the late Tuskegee Airman Burkes Esaw Sr. âBecause we were so close to the hospital, I had more white trade (clientele) than Black. It was the same thing for many years when I was running my own shop.âÂ
In the roles Esaw carried out as a beautician, block club president, wife and mother of four children who were taught at home to value education and healthy eating, she says race was not a barrier to success. But Esawâs recollection of a revered Detroit landmark â the old downtown J. L. Hudson Department Store â may be a bit different from what is recorded in many history books. Esaw explained that there was a time when the shopping experience for Black customers at J.L. Hudson, which grew to be the tallest department store in the world during its heyday, was mostly relegated to the basement level due to a Northern version of Jim Crow.
Esawâs earliest memories of Hudsonâs were shared without a hint of bitterness in her voice and with a tiny chuckle thrown in because, as Esaw went on to explain, she has never accepted a âbasementâ view of life due to her faith. And because of her faith, Esaw says the fact that a Black woman (Harris also is of Southeast Asian descent on her mother's side) has a very legitimate chance to become the nationâs first woman president is not really a big surprise to her.Â
âI was always taught that we (Black people) were Godâs children too,â said Esaw, who noted that she starts each morning with a bowl of assorted raw fruit that she prepares for herself. âGod made us and weâre somebody, too. And we can do anything that anyone else can, including being president.âÂ
And in an equally succinct manner, Esaw laid out what she would expect from Harris as president.Â
âI want to see her reach out and touch everybody, because weâre all Godâs children,â Esaw stated. âAnd then I would like to see us all work together as a team.âÂ
Next to Esaw as she spoke from home on consecutive afternoons beginning Oct. 28 was her only daughter and constant companion, 72-year-old Berneta Esaw, a retired Detroit Public Schools math teacher. Berneta Esaw was with her mother when she dropped off her election ballot, and she also was by her momâs side on Oct. 12 at the Detroit Golf Club when Berneta Esawâs 1969 Cass Tech graduating class held its 55th reunion, which Julia Esaw used as an opportunity to celebrate the 85th anniversary of her own graduation from Cass.
Berneta Esaw says she is holding out hope that there are other living people that will come forward who graduated from Cass Tech in or around 1939 to allow her mother to enjoy a reunion experience to the fullest. But in the meantime, Berneta Esaw is more than happy to share lessons for living a long, fulfilling life â which she has received with love directly from her mother.Â
âMother doesnât look anywhere close to 90 â most people start at 70 when she asks them how old they think she is. But she has worked hard to look like that,â said Berneta Esaw, who has grown accustomed and accepting to people that want to hug and touch her mom when they become aware of Julia Esawâs age. âLiving with mother, you knew you were going to get your fruit in the morning, and salad with lunch and dinner, because mother knows that when you eat fresh, raw fruits and vegetables the body works better.Â
âMother is a blessing, and I feel blessed that I was born to two parents who were extremely knowledgeable and intelligent, and they gladly passed down their knowledge to my siblings and me, and others in our community.â Â
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the people who claim ginnyâs âpersonalityâ came out of nowhere never fail to amaze me with their inability to actually comprehend the text
itâs literally shown in PS (fleetingly) on the train platform and talked about as early as CoS that ginny weasley is a certified YAPPER. sheâs a talkative, opinionated gal. ron points out that her quiet / shy behaviour is very unusual for her, so if one does have basic comprehension skills, it is pretty clear that the ginny we see in the earlier books (which are from harryâs pov) is not who she really is. ginny says as much herself in HBP, âi never used to be able to talk in front of you remember? hermione thought youâd take more notice if i was a bit more⊠myselfâ? like are we comprehending this? itâs not rocket scienceâŠ
as the books go on, her confidence around harry grows the more she detaches herself from the idea of harry that she grew up with, and the actual harry. this journey is slightly impeded by the fact that harry saves ginnyâs life in CoS, which she feels a significant amount of guilt and embarrassment over (which harry himself picks up on this in PoA), not to mention sheâs still processing the trauma that accompanied that experience (as seen in the way she reacts to the dementors â she is the only one who has a strong reaction to them, like harry). in the years following, we find out in CC (whether you take that to be canon or not), ginny explains she was very lonely during and after the diary debacle, as she felt very isolated from everyone else. this would also cause her self-confidence to take a severe battering, therefore her true personality is not able to shine, especially not in front of harry potter aka her crush aka the boy who saved her life and almost died doing it.
in GoF, harry (and in turn us, as the readers) start to see glimpses of her playful personality - sheâs close with fred and george, she calls her brothers out when theyâre being unkind, she goes to the yule ball with neville (turning down the opportunity to go with harry, because she doesnât want to go back on her word), she gives ronâs owl a silly name and she starts to let go of her childhood crush, and takes a chance on another boy whoâs actually shown interest in her.
by the time we see her again in OotP, OF COURSE she has undergone some serious character development. she has a boyfriend now! she has a group of friends now! sheâs able to be herself around harry! she has a better support system now, her self confidence has returned, and with it, her sense of self worth. she calls harry out on his shit when he needs it, she also comforts him and gives him the space to share his worries without judgement or admonition, she stands up for whatâs right, she kicks ass at quidditch (which sheâs been wanting to do for the past four years bc she has been practising since she was six years old!), she joins the fight at the DoM, risking her life and dumps her boyfriend for being a sore loser! because she deserves better than that!
the ginny we see in HBP has gone through So Much. but she has only continued to grow as a character - with so much heart, wit and spunk. of course, harry is paying attention now and of COURSE heâs a flustered mess trying not to fall for his bestfriendâs sister for nearly 800 pages but he canât help it!!!
a lot of ginnyâs development happens behind the scenes, in quiet ways, but if you actually pay attention, itâs very obvious who she truly is. the reader slowly becomes more fascinated by this girl as more and more of her story unravels â as does harry. and thatâs the beauty of it.
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We continue exploring the world of Tinys!!! And well, here we have a little of Wade's perspective and story đ
DISCLAIMER: There are sensitive topics (Ch*ld abus*, alcoholism, addictions and bullying). Please keep this under your discretion.
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Wade received his Tiny at a very complicated time in his life.
At home, things were like hell. His father was an abusive man, who humiliated and mistreated him regularly. He had problems with drugs and gambling. He was unable to hold down a steady job and a stable income. Because of this, they almost never had food on the table.
His mother was no better than his father. That woman was a shameless alcoholic. She usually worked at night as a cabaret dancer and almost never rested at home. She was an absent mother in her son's life. At times, she even forgot Wade's name. She didn't care about his well-being or the consequences of leaving him alone with her husband.
Over the years, Wade came to resent his mother more than his father, as she witnessed the horrors he would suffer daily with that man. However, she never did anything for him. Her indifference was worse than any other wound.
Although, not everything was bad in his home, as he always had the love of his parents' Tinys. Wade always wondered at what point things changed between them. What had to happen for those people to lose their own souls along the way...
The Tiny who represented his father was a loving and attentive parent. Always trying to help with Wade's special needs. He tried to be with him for his studies, but unfortunately he wasnât a very bright person. In addition, he had a hard time understanding the boy's problems.
On the other hand, the Tiny who represented his mother was kind and helpful. She tried to take care of Wade's meals. With the few ingredients they had in the house, she guided him in the kitchen, so he could eat a decent little dish. At night, she would dried Wade's tears and taught him how to clean the wounds caused by his father.
Wade never understood why his parents couldn't be like the versions of their Tinys. Aren't those sweet creatures supposed to be the embodiment of people's true feelings? At what point did they turn into monsters? Is it possible that Tinys can lie?
From then on, a great doubt grew in Wade's heart.
Although he was a little excited about the upcoming arrival of his Tiny, deep down he felt fear. Deep down in his soul, he knew that it would be difficult for him to open his heart and trust the words of his future Tiny. His soulmate would have to show him his love with actions and not with empty phrases that would be carried away by the wind.
He was afraid of falling in love and openly loving his Tiny, because there was a possibility of meeting a totally different human versionâŠ
He was afraid of not being able to escape from another, even worse, nightmareâŠ
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At school, things were just as unpleasant as at home. Wade had some learning difficulties, as he was not only dyslexic, but had early signs of ADHD. However, no one was kind enough to help him.
His classmates always gave him a hard time for âbeing an idiot.â The teachers had no patience with him and just ignored him all the time. His grades were poor and below average.
Looking back, now as an adult, that detail makes him laugh. How could a boy be a star in his studies, if he couldnât eat and sleep properly? It was ridiculous.
Also, his family situation was not a secretâŠ
All the teachers could clearly see the warning signs, but none of them wanted to intrude or even inquire about his well-being. They only called him out for his disheveled and out-of-place appearance.
Thus, Wade was always a lonely and withdrawn boy. He didn't talk to anyone. He had no friends, much less a counselor. His time at school was almost non-existent.
Although, not everything was negative, since he didn't socialize with almost anyone, Wade had a great imagination. Every day, he preferred to stay in his room and talk to himself. He made plans for the future and organized all kinds of craft projects. He was really a very exceptional person.
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On his birthday, like any other day, Wade got ready and left for school as early as possible. He wanted to leave home without waking his parents. However, in his eagerness, he almost hit the small yellow box that was in front of his mailbox.
At that moment, a shiver ran through his body. In that box was his Tiny. Carefully, he picked up the yellow box that was adorned with a blue bow. Upon carefully checking it, he found a small card with the name "James" in large and incomprehensible letters.
âMmmm my soulmate needs some calligraphy classes⊠Ohhh wait, Iâm sure he wonât even know how to write properly like me⊠OHHHH WHAT IF HEâS LIKE ME?â Wade thought excitedly.
With that euphoric excitement and a big smile, he untangled the bow and opened the box. Inside, he found a simple room, without any kind of remarkable personality.
Several mini books piled up in a corner, some loose clothing on the floor, a weight lifting machine and a simple bed. Wade was concentrating on the details of the room that he didnât notice when a small creature rose from the bedâŠ
Tiny Logan fixed his shirt and ran his hair, with a nervous red face, he growled at Wade to get his attention. Failing to do so, he raised his little chest and said his first words:
- Hey Bub, use your eyes⊠Iâm over here, you idiot!
Hearing that deep, firm voice, Wade immediately saw the Tiny. At that moment, as they exchanged glances, only one thought crossed the boy's mind:
âHOW ADORABLE ARE YOU, MY PEANUTâ đ„ș
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Bueno, eso es todo por hoy !!! I hope you really like it !!! We have our context and introductions⊠now, we can begin we the funny part⊠the actual story of this AU đ
PD: Tinys are the same age as their human soulmate. The difference is that their appearance (clothing and style) is similar to their adult versions. However, they age with their soulmates. Their human version may be older or younger than their Tiny version. They adjust to their caregiver and eventually, there comes a point where the Tiny becomes the exact reflection of their human version.
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Sul sul everyone!
So, 2024 has been kind of crazy. đ
A lot of things changed for me this year, but the biggest change just happened at the end of October when I gave birth to my first nooboo. đ She came into the world early, but she's healthy, tiny and fierce, and I'm very grateful for that!
However, she hasn't been able to come home yet, and I find myself very restless during the hours I'm not with her at the hospital, so I'm trying to remember how to do this crazy thing called modding. No promises (I'm doing pretty well with the postpartum, but my brain is...kind of itchy these days), but I'm hoping to have some new content to share soon.
I hope everyone is healthy and doing well! Thank you for all the love and support, even while I've been dormant -- it was a nice surprise to login and see how much activity I've missed. đ
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If youâre willing too open your little heart. Pt2.
Mommy loves you baby talk to you tomorrow night night sweetheart..
That was it I did as told to the letter 45 mins later layâin with teddy face down I kissed him and told him that I loved Mommy Susan so much I wanted to cryâŠ
I snuggled into teddy welling up I fell asleepâŠ.
Susan had watched everything from her flat the now installed cameras in his home watching his Every movement and sound !Â
She was impressed how quickly the hypnosis tapes had worked there magic !
He had followed her tasks to the letter..
Susan was feeling so horny now as she pushed the app on her mobile sending the 8hr loop to babyslaveâs ear phones!
The recording setting new trigger words for her to play with both mentally and physicallyâŠ
Susan moved the vibrator close to her sex as she arched listening to him grunt in his sleep.. as he filled his diaper full of a hot Poopies Load !Â
30min later Susan arched screaming out a huge orgasm squirting liquid into the waiting pants !Â
She wiped up the mess then sealed the pants into a plastic bag with the date on it ! âŠ
Time for a hot shower and bed as she had a very early start tomorrow baby Stephanie had her dentist appointment and She would be taking baby there !âŠ
Baby awoke at 4amâŠ.
OMG he had pooped during his sleep !!
This was a first for him it felt uncomfortable and cold now so he gingerly got out of bed crinkled to the toilet to take the caked poopy diaper off to showerâŠ
In the shower he could help but think over the previous days events as he winced washing his tender butt !Â
He started to get erect spreading his legs and arms wide he rubbed his member off the wet wall moaningâŠ
Thatâs when it happened he heard a voice !Â
Shit it was Susan !! âŠ.Â
He desperately tried to get rid of his excitement but she opened the bathroom door ..
âHello little one hurry up and finish your shower so Mommy can get you ready for the dentist appointment darlingâ
She left the bathroom âŠ
That was close sissy thought, as he finished up the excitement ebbed.
Mommy came back into the shower with a large pink towel that had his name on it ?Â
Embroidery at its Center had âBaby Stephanieâ in different colours..
She smiles at her new toy âhandies up !â
I loved being dried by Susan this was thesecond time and like the first it was Devine especially that I could now get excited without feeling I was doing it behind her back so too speakâŠ
She tickled me teasing me over my excited state giggling with me.Â
It felt so natural like I had known Susan all my life and she had been my Mommy!Â
She then led me back to my bedroom as She opened the door I froze !Â
There was a strange girl in my room !Â
Mommy pushed me forward as I looked at her âŠâpplease Mommy mmâÂ
I was cut off by Susan as she put her hand too my lips !
 âHush baby not a word from you we have a lot to get done so comple Silence  baby girl!â
She walked me forward in front of the girl she was in her 30âs 5â6â dressed in a white short tunic with a wide black belt at her waist white thighs and black short boots, her jet black hair was in a high ponytailâŠ
She was quite cute.
âThis is my good friend Anna but you will call her Aunty Anna from now on baby girl, she is here to help Mommy get you ready for your appointment now lay on the bed and spread your leggies for us !â
As I did mommy gave me teddy to hold as the new girl smiled down at me âOpen wide baby girlie!â
She had my dummy ..,
Mommy opened a box taking out a Cage !Â
Popâin my balls through the pink ring she pushed the cage up over my swollen member as the blood was pushed back out I panted, this made them both giggle !
A key into the wee lock barrel was removed as I now was locked away ..Â
Aunty Anna had pulled up cuffs from under the bed taking teddy from me she cuffed my hands above my headâŠ
As Mommy lifted my legs over her shoulders she pulled me hard down the bed ! As Aunty pulled a second belt over my waist !Â
Mommy pushed my legs backwards to Aunty Anna as my rear lifted off the bed !Â
Aunty cuffed them with short chains to my wrist cuffs ! âŠ
Mommy came to kneel at my faceâŠ
âBaby Stephane who told you to take your diaper off and shower ? No thatâs right nobody ! Babyâs donât do that do they .. thatâs far too big for a baby like you so missy what did Mommy tell you about being big ? .. No tears wonât wash missy !â
 Aunty Anna barked at me !
âOpen wide bad girlie!â
She took my dummy out then forced a large ball gag in strapping it tightly !Â
Mommy was already at my air borne rear as a spanking started !Â
She was spanking me In front of her friend !!Â
âBad baby you do as you are told how dare you take your diaper off a poppie one at that ! As for what happened in the shower young lady ! That will not be happening again baby Stephanie your new cage will see to that as baby will be in it until Mommy gets a smaller one for you !â
My rear was soon on fire as it was still tender from the day before  !Â
Mommy stopped to talk to me ..
âNow are you going to stop trying to be big unless Mommy letâs you ? ( I nodded frantically as I didnât want another spanking !) you had best be little lady ! Now letâs get you ready for your dental appointment darlingâ
Mommy lifted a plug covered in lub as she slowly pushed it up up rear I moaned ..
Aunty teased me ..
âMy my baby Stephanie I think you like things up there donât you little one ! Aunty Anna will have to remember that for this weekend princess â
Mommy had my silk baby suit with the frilly puffy sleeves and arms plus my crybaby romper and a pink diaper with my noisy plastic pants !Â
They rubbed baby powder over my entire body ! There was No hiding from it strong smell now as they put me in the diaper and plastic pants followed by my grow !Â
Mommy then dressed me in shorts and a white T-shirt !Â
I was sure you could see the frilly chest heart through the white shirt but I didnât have time to ponder as Mommy put my fleece on me I felt relief⊠socks  and my trainers were nextâŠ.
They then put a wrist cuff on me with a lead âŠ
âLetâs go missy !â
Mommy walked me to her car by the lead I hope nobody was looking at me !Â
Aunty Anna came with us as I sat silent in the rear of the car.
At the Dentist mommy got out walking into the surgeryâŠÂ
coming back a bit later.
âShe opened the door removed the lead and cuff âNow baby girlie no talking Mommy will do all that for you darling !â
No way how could she ?Â
Inside the receptionist smiled at me ..
âYou can both go in they are ready for you !â
I walked with mommy stunned by what was happening? âŠ
As I entered the dentist room thereâre were two girls.
âCome in Susan if you get him to take a seat pleaseâÂ
The taller girl who was the nurse said to mommy as I got into the chair slightly red faced the Dentist pulled up a stool she was sitting in pulling my Jaw down slightly she fed a lower shield into my mouth with pink goo in itâŠ
Then spoke to mommy Susan..
â So he is having an upper and lower  gum-shield made yes ?â
Mommy told her yes..
âUsually we only make an upper or lower for night time teeth grinding..â
Mommy smiled down at me looking over to the dentist she replied to herâŠ.
âWe want an upper and lower as he is using a Dummy at nights so we donât want any teeth displacement â
The Dentist looked puzzled but accepted her answer looking down at me she smirked liking me right in the eyesâŠ
âSo did the accident leave him mentally scarred?â
Susan looked at me again ..
âYes he has nightmares both at night and daytime on occasionsâ
The dentist was pushing at the goo as it hardened she pulled it out handing it to the nurseâŠÂ
A second upper shield was pushed home making me gag ! As it went quite far down my throat âŠ
I start welling up ! ...
The dentist wiped my eyes for me tenderly .. but her kindness made me start crying !Â
âAm sorry have I hurt him ?â
Mommy was quick to answer the dentistâŠ
â No No itâs just he gets stressed after the accident so often regresses that causes him to cry..â
Susan took my handâŠ
âItâs ok darling the lady is only taking an impression for your shield just relax ( Mommy wiped my cheek) âWee-Weeâ....breaths will help
I suddenly wet my diaper ! At the key  trigger words  âWee-Weeâ ! ..
Mommy smiled at the Dentist as finally she grinned ear too ear ! !Â
Realising what was going on the Dentist spoke to meâŠ
â Itâs ok we are almost done just a little tug now and you can rinse out your mouth for me would you like that ?â
I nodded to her as the nurse came back to take the upper mould from her.
As the nurse left the Dentist again spoke but this time softlyâŠ
âOpen wide for me âŠ(I did as asked) âŠHow old ?â
Susan was still beaming !Â
As she lent over to whispering⊠3yrs oldâ
The Dentist had her first two fingers in my mouth picking out bits of the mould materialâŠbut it was how she was doing it !Â
In wee circles of my mouth tracing my teeth at the gumsâŠ
Then she started forcing them over my tongue towards the back of my throat..
I wrenched slightly but she told me to be stillâŠ
I looked at Mommy in panic as I didnât want to be pathetic..
Mommy rubbed my cheek as I heard the door open then closeâŠ
Mommy looked right at me !Â
Baby Stephanie if you are sick here darling Mommy will punish you do you understand baby girl ?â
I nodded..
âSo he is a baby girl? âŠcan I feel her top as I did wonder â
Mommy smiled nodding..Â
The Dentist felt under the large bib, to my silk baby grow !Â
âMy my baby girl we are just the cutestâŠ. Close your mouth and suckle my fingers !â
She started moving them back and forth in my mouth as more and more saliva built up I wrenched at each push to gag me !Â
Tears now forming in my eyes seemed to spur her on âŠ
As the nurse came back in she withdrew her fingersâŠÂ
âSit up and rinse pleaseâ
As I did saliva drooling into the wee steel sink as I lifted the pink fluid to rinse..
The Dentist swapped a business cards with Susan, telling her they would call when they were ready at 5pm.
The nurse was cleaning up I quickly followed Susan but the Dentist patted my rear smiling she whispered into my ear...
âSee you soon baby StephaniââŠ.
I was in a state !Â
Wet diaper and physically shaky over what I had just been throughâŠ
Mommy took my hand walking me out to the car where Aunty Anna was now in the back seats waiting on me !Â
As I got in she spoke to Mommy ..
âWas baby a good girl ?â
âYes Aunty Anna she was on her best behaviour ! I think she even made a new friend today didnât we princess !â
Wess Mommy !Â
Aunty Anna smiled at me pressing my shorts âDid baby Stephanie wet her Diaperfor Mommy in front of the nice lady Dentist cutie ?â
Wess Aunty AnnaâŠ
Aunty Anna suddenly smacked my bare thigh ! Thwack !!
âYes you did what baby girlie !â
Wess Aunty Anna Babyswâave wet fwor Mommy inâfwont oâwv  Dentâwist lady !
âMuch better Baby girlie Open Wide ! (I had my Cock dummy pushed into my mouth ruffly by Aunty Anna !) Spread your knees wide ! wider !! baby feeties together !â
Mommy cuffed my ankles as Aunty put thigh cuffs above my knees via a spreader bar !
I got the feeling something was about to happen? âŠ.
But to my surprise Mommy simply drove back to my houseâŠparking in my driveway.
She got out of the car and went inside as Aunty Anna took my seatbelt off me she spoke to me..
âYou be a very clever baby now ok or Mommy and I will be very angry do I make myself clear ?âŠ
I nodded to her but she suddenly smacked me between the legs to a loud thud from my diaper !
âDo I make Myself Clear Babyslave !â
Wess Aunty Anna ! I muffled from behind the cock gagâŠ
âYour manners are terrible baby Stephanie but Mommy and I are about to change that today princess! Trust me you are going to become the best baby girlie ! With complete Obedience !â
Mommy came back to the car opening my door she looked at me with a wicked smile I had never seen before ! âŠ
âNow baby Stephanie this is a very special day for you darling as your going to have an Obedience training day ..Take your top off please ! Eh Now princess !â
I very nervously did as told hopefully nobody in my street was watching !Â
Mommy and Aunty then put my pink Baby reines on me !Â
OMG I was going to be walked into my house with my pink frilly silk top on show with my baby reines !
But Mommy went into her pocket bringing out a pair of bandage  scissors as she knelt down to cut my Shorts off me !
Pweese Mommy nooo !
Thwack ! Mommy smacked my other thigh âŠ
â Quite baby no talking just do as your told !⊠Now out the car and letâs get you in â
I struggled in my current state to lift my bound legs out the car as they both giggled at my effortâs..
The short hobbled walk seemed to take for ever as I truly wanted inside so as not to be Seen !Â
In my front porch I was panting past the cock Dummy âŠ
As Aunty shut the door .. mommy patted my rear.
 âThink someone enjoyed that listen to you baby girlie panting on your cock dummy ! Your so cute darlingâÂ
Mommy kissed my cheek. X
âBe a brave girlie ok baby?â
Wess Mommy..
She pulled a small box from her pocket opened it. Inside was contact lenses in pink with white centres !
âHandies behind your back for us princess..clever girlie Aunty Anna can you hold baby Stephanieâs headie still !â
This was a side of Susan I had never seen up until now âŠ
As she put the lenses in Aunty Anna teased me âŠ
âClever Baby girlie just be a good baby for us and this will be a lovely day..If not well princess things will become Very uncomfortable!â
What did she mean uncomfortable ?
âNow look at Mommy please ⊠how many fingers ? You can baby talk when spoken to baby Stephanie â
Twoo mommyâŠ
Clever girlie baby princess.. (she moved her hand to the side as Aunty held me firmly so as not to follow mommyâs fingers)Â
How many darling?â
I dwont knoow mommy ?
âClever Baby girlie thatâs the correct answer mommy is very proud of you princess.. now follow Mommy on all fours !â
Getting down with my leggies spread by the bar was quite hard as Aunty Anna still had my handies behind me⊠once on my knees she let them go so I could crawl âŠ
Mommy lead me by my Raines to my room as we got inside I was shocked to see my room had been rearranged !Â
My bed was gone and a mattress was on the floor on top of a small plinth surrounded by white fence rails, at the headboard it had three holes for my head and wrists In two halfâs that pulled apart !
This new cot was around 5ft wide by 7ft long the mattress was white rubber with a Full sugafix bed restraint system with a white straight jacket at its Center âŠ
In the corner next to my mirror wardrobe was a huge pink leather padded chair that looked like a throne !Â
The only other thing was a beautiful white dressing table and wee stoolâŠ.to the side of this dresser was box pigeon holes three each side, they were filled with disposable nappies all different cartoon types, plus plain pink and black ones they had a wee name plate at each one said âBad baby Stephanieâ⊠the other said âClever princessâ !Â
Mommy lifted the pink throne to the middle of the roomâŠ.
â Now Baby Stephanie back up to the chair !â
As I did they removed the ankle cuffsâŠÂ
Pulling a leg each they put my cuffs past the front legs passing a spreader bar under the chair clipping it to my ankles !
I cold now not move my legs as Mommy pulled me upward and back so the small of my back was resting on the front of the seat, then my arms were pulled backwards as they passed another bar behind the chair back cuffing my biceps followed by mittens that were now being pulled crisscross under the chair to my ankle bar Mommy and Aunty Anna pulled them ever so tightly making me arch my tummy up but forcing my headie forward..,
Mommy then spoke to me âŠ
âNow baby girlie we are going to ask you a few questions darling ok ?Â
Wess mommy ..
âClever girlie mommy loves good manners Baby girlie⊠Ok look at mommy just ignore Aunty Anna !⊠Clever girlie baby.. Do you want to live 24/7 as My baby girlie Stephanie ? â
Wess MommyâŠ
âThat would mean I will have control at All times and everything in your life is that truly what you wantâ
Wess mommyâŠ.
âBaby Stephanie do you know what CNC is darling ?â
Wess mommyâŠ.
âAre you willing to give mommy that absolute control baby girlie?â
Wess MommyâŠ
Clever girlie baby but louder for the camera darling !â
WESS MOMMY !Â
âClever Baby girlie repeat that until Mommy says Stop !â
WESS MOMMY !
WESS MOMMY!!Â
WESS MOMMY!!!
WESS MOMMY!!!!
âIs that ok ?âŠ(Susan was talking to someone?)âŠ.perfect thank you if you can draft that we can bring her in to finalise things on Friday afternoonâ
WESS MOMMY!!!!
WESS MOMMY!!!!!
â Clever Baby girlie you can stop now open wide !â
Aunty Anna removed the cock dummy as Mommy appeared over my face âŠ
â Just be a clever little princessâŠhere we go !â
Mommy had a long soft cock dildo !Â
She pushed it into my mouth forcing it until I wrenchedâŠ.
Five mins later I had saliva everywhere..
Mommy giggled with Aunty as she put a bib on me that said baby Stephanie princess Cock sucker !â
O M GâŠ. I thought it this was short lived as mommy started throat fucking me again with the dildo !Â
This time right to the back of my throat! As I wrenched heavily on the forth push I brought my breakfast up !Â
Mommy said nothing she disappeared as I lay panting ! She came back with a spoon lifting the sick out of the bib catcher ..
âOpen wide we donât waste good food here little one !â
Pweese mommy !Â
â Open wide no talking do as you are told baby Stephanie !â
Was this the same girl I knew ?Â
Susan seemed so stern !
It was Horrible but Aunty Anna simply held my nose as Mommy fed me All of it !Â
Then she simply started my throat fucking again !Â
â Baby Stephanie you had best learn fast princess or things are about to get much worse little lady !â
I burst out cryingâŠ
âNo baby tears donât wash with us princess ! â
âNow keep that down !â
Aunty barked at me ! ..
As Mommy resumed my throat invasion I tried with everything I had ..
the dildo slipped down my throat fully !
â My My much better see you can do it baby girlie ! Welll done your going to be Mommyâs special Cock Sucking Princess!â
They both laughed as I started bawling like a three year old !âŠ.
âNow baby girlie Mommy wants you to go Poopies for us⊠Big deep breath and push hard past your pluggie⊠Yes baby girlie it will come past your pluggie with some effort⊠If you go Poopies Mommy will stop fucking your cute baby throat ok ?â
Wup..WESSâŠwup Mommy..ugguug..uuggguuggâŠ
It was relentless as I grunted hard suddenly my rear relaxed and collapsed to the pressure from me pushing so hard !Â
It came gushing out of me noisily past the plug ⊠but something completely unexpected happenedâŠÂ
I started screamingâŠ.
Not in pain I was coming in the wet filthy diaper !!
âDirty wee princess are you doing a cummie without your Mommyâs permission? ⊠Open wide little lady !â
Mommy gagged me with a pair of hot wet piss panties then Aunty Anna wound electric tap around my mouth behind my headie over and over very tight, as Mommy got a surgical mask to put on me that had a tube from it ! This she pushed into the back of my rubber pants!
âClever Baby girlie you lay there for a wee bit and rest Aunty Anna and I have one more surprise for you then we can get you down for your afternoon nap darling baby girlieâ
The smell was instant a mix of rubber Poopies pee peeâs and cummies!
They both left the room âŠ
As I lay there panting in the smell I was getting turned on again the pain from the cage was bad but I just wanted more realise ! âŠ.
When they both came back I was trying to get some relief from my predicament by thrusting into the diaper !Â
Mommy came into my pink blurry VisionâŠ..
âEh baby girlie stop that Now !â
They unfastened me as I panted in the smell from my diaper ! âŠ
I was taken to my bathroom where they stripped me âŠ
I was put into the shower first then they had me sit in the bath as they both washed me ever so gently it was fantastic and such a beautiful thing, given how Wicked they had just been to me ?Â
My mind was truly in over drive now over everything that had happened!
When mommy kissed me on the cheek..
âHey baby itâs ok calm down mommy has you princess!â
Unbeknownst to me I was crying ?Â
WTF was happening to me it was like I wanted to cry at the slightest thing ?
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Side 4. Ning Ning Noodle
Note: a wacky finale to the side stories
Masterlist here
This took place a few days after Chapter 15
On a bright, bustling Saturday afternoon, Y/n was blissfully asleep in his bed, dreaming of a peaceful weekend. The warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the room. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in came Ningning, full of energy and a mischievous grin.
âY/n! Get up! Itâs time for adventure!â she exclaimed, marching over to his bed. Before he could even respond, she yanked the covers off him, leaving him exposed to the cool air.
âYa! What theâ?â he groaned, squinting at the sudden light. âNing, itâs too early for this!â
âItâs not early! Itâs almost noon!â she protested, her enthusiasm undeterred. âAnd Iâve been waiting all week for us to go shopping!â
Y/n rubbed his eyes, feeling a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu. âThis feels oddly familiar. Didnât you do this last time you got sick?â
âExactly!â she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. âBut this time, I have a whole plan! Weâre going to explore Seoulâs hidden spots, starting with my favourite record store and a retro cafĂ©!â
He sat up, still fighting off the remnants of sleep. âA record store? You know I canât keep up with your bubbliness.â
Ningning placed her hands on her hips, feigning seriousness. âYou donât have a choice! Besides, you canât say no to me dragging you out of bed when itâs a beautiful day outside.â
âFine, but I expect at least one coffee stop during this âadventure,ââ he relented, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. âGive me a minute to wake up properly.â
âOkay, but hurry! I want to get to the shops before all the good stuff is gone!â she urged, bouncing on her heels. âAlso, wear something cute! We have to look good for all the Instagram posts!â
He chuckled, shaking his head at her boundless enthusiasm. âSure, let me just throw on something that will make me look like an icon,â he joked, heading to his closet.
As he rummaged through his clothes, Ningning waited impatiently, tapping her foot. âYou know, if you donât hurry, I might have to drag you out of the house in your undies!â
âDON'T YOU DARE, YIZHUO!â Y/n called back, finally finding a decent outfit that wouldnât make him look like he just rolled out of bedâagain.
Once he was dressed, Ningning practically bounced out of the dorm, her excitement infectious. âSee? Wasnât that easy? Now letâs go make some memories!â
With a resigned smile, Y/n followed her out into the bustling streets of Seoul, a sense of anticipation building within him. âOkay, letâs see what kind of trouble we can get into today,â he said, shaking his head in mock defeat.
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The sun shone brightly, and the streets were alive with energy. Ningningâs enthusiasm was palpable as she skipped ahead, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
âWeâre going to have the best day ever!â she exclaimed, glancing back at him with a huge smile. âI have so many hidden spots to show you!â
Y/n chuckled, already feeling slightly out of his depth. âAre you sure Iâm dressed for this?â He gestured at his simple outfitâjeans and a hoodieâdefinitely not as runway-ready as the pieces Ningning was eyeing.
âDonât worry! Weâll fix that,â she said with a grin, pulling him toward the first shop. âCome on, just trust me!â
The first stop was a quirky boutique, filled with bright colors and funky styles. Ningningâs energy was infectious as she flitted from rack to rack, holding up dresses and blouses with wild patterns. âLook at this one! Itâs so cute!â she squealed, holding up a pink polka-dot dress.
Y/n laughed, shaking his head. âYouâd look great in that, but Iâm not sure itâs my style.â
âDonât be such a baby! You have to try something on!â Ningning insisted, pushing him toward the fitting room. âI promise itâll be fun!â
âAlright, alright!â he relented, stepping into the changing room. He pulled on a bright, oversized sweater that was at least two sizes too big, then reluctantly emerged. âHow do I look?â he asked, trying to strike a pose.
Ningning burst into laughter, doubling over at the sight. âOh my god! You look like youâre ready for a fashion disaster runway show!â
âNice, so on brand of me,â he replied dryly, but a smile crept onto his face. He couldnât help but enjoy her playful spirit.
As they moved on to the next store, Ningning continued to pick out outrageous items for him to try. âHow about this?â She held up a pair of glittery pants. âYou have to wear these!â
âAre you trying to ruin my fashion reputation?â he joked, but the sparkle in her eyes made it hard to resist.
âFashion reputation? What reputation?â she teased back. âYouâre lucky Iâm here to give you a makeover to flex Minjeong-unnie!â
Hearing his childhood friend's name being used as blackmail, Y/n could only glare at the youngest. "YouâŠ."
The two spent the next half-hour in a hilarious fashion montage, with Ningning constantly pushing him out of his comfort zone. At one point, she handed him a fuzzy, neon-green bucket hat, and he couldnât help but laugh at how ridiculous it looked. âYou look like you just stepped off Zimzalabim!â she exclaimed.
âI canât believe you convinced me to wear this,â Y/n said, shaking his head, but he wore it with a grin.
After a particularly embarrassing outfit reveal, Y/n pulled off the bucket hat and said, âOkay, Iâm officially done. I think Iâve tried on more outfits than Iâve worn in my entire life!â
âNot until you try this last one!â Ningning exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. She handed him a metallic jacket that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie.
He sighed but went back to the changing room. The moment he stepped out, Ningning clapped her hands. âYes! Now you look like a true fashion icon!â
âFashion icon or fashion failure?â Y/n smirked, spinning around awkwardly. âI canât tell anymore.â
âFashion icon!â she insisted. âLetâs take a selfie!â They posed together, with Y/n wearing the jacket and bucket hat, and Ningning pulling a playful face next to him.
After an exhausting yet entertaining session of trying on clothes, Ningning declared it was bubble tea time. âOk, I know a place with the best bubble tea in the area. We need to recharge!â
They walked into a cozy bubble tea shop, the smell of sweet drinks wafting through the air. As they waited for their orders, Ningning started playing with her phone, flipping through pictures of their day. âLook at how cute we are!â she exclaimed, showing him a shot of them posing with silly outfits.
âYeah, cute or ridiculous?â he laughed, scrolling through the photos. âIâll have to hack a way to delete this!â
Ningning rolled her eyes. âNever! This is going in the friendship hall of fame. Besides, you looked kind of adorable in the bucket hat!â
âAdorable? You might want to reconsider that word,â he replied, raising an eyebrow.
âI'm just saying it in Minjeong-unnie's shoes,â she amended, giggling.
"No, she would actually laugh her butt off if she saw me right now."
Once they received their drinks, they settled at a window seat, watching the bustling city life outside. Y/n took a sip of his taro milk tea, savouring the sweetness. âThis is amazing,â he said, his eyes lighting up.
âRight? I love this place! Itâs a hidden gem,â Ningning said, tapping her straw against her cup. âBut honestly, I really appreciate you spending the day with me. Itâs nice to take a break from everything.â
âOf course, Ning. You know Iâm always here for you,â Y/n replied earnestly, leaning back in his chair. âPlus, this was surprisingly fun.â
Ningning looked thoughtful for a moment, her expression softening. âYouâre one of the few people who understands the weirdness of my life. Iâm grateful for that. I can be all over the place sometimes, and you keep me grounded.â
Y/n smiled, feeling warmth at her words. âThatâs what siblings are for, right? To balance each other out.â
âExactly!â She raised her cup for a toast. âTo sibling hood and bubble tea!â
âTo sibling hood and bubble tea!â he echoed, clinking his cup against hers.
After a brief silence, Ningning added, âYou know, I hope you never change. You bring a lot of positivity and stability, especially when I feel like Iâm just bouncing everywhere.â
âYou DO bounce a lot, but thanks, Ning.â Y/n said sincerely, glancing at her. âI just want to be someone you can rely on, no matter how rowdy you guys get.â
She grinned, a playful sparkle returning to her eyes. âWell, as long as youâre willing to keep trying on crazy outfits with me, I think weâre good!â
He laughed, shaking his head. âI think Iâve reached my limit for the year on that front.â
âOkay, okay! But Iâll hold you to that if I ever need a wardrobe change again!â she teased.
They shared a comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying their drinks and the pleasant atmosphere around them. The bustling city outside seemed to fade away as they revelled in their friendship and the laughter they shared.
âHey, do you think you could take a picture of me with my bubble tea? I need to show off my amazing taste!â Ningning suddenly said, striking a pose with her drink.
Y/n chuckled, snapping the photo. âYouâre practically a professional model with all these poses.â
âThanks! Iâll take that as a compliment.â She grinned, glancing at the picture. âOkay, now you have to show me a pose! You canât just stand there looking cool!â
âRight, because Iâm not the star of this show,â he said, crossing his arms dramatically.
âExactly! Come on!â Ningning encouraged, gesturing for him to join her. âLetâs make this day memorable!â
Y/n sighed dramatically before pretending to strut like a runway model, pulling off the metallic jacket with an exaggerated flair. Ningning burst into laughter, clapping her hands. âYes! Now youâre getting it!â
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After a whirlwind day of shopping, laughter, and lots of bubble tea, Y/n and Ningning returned to their dorm, both buzzing with excitement. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
âI canât believe you bought me that giant panda hat!â Y/n said, still wearing the oversized accessory, which Ningning had insisted he model before she purchased it.
âOf course! You look adorable! Itâll be perfect for our next fan meet!â Ningning laughed, playfully tugging at one of the pandaâs ears.
As they settled into the living room, Y/n glanced at Ningning, who had sprawled out on the couch, still buzzing from their day out. âHey, you know how you said you missed home-cooked meals when you were sick? How about I try to make one of your favourite dishes tonight?â
Ningningâs eyes lit up. âReally? You want to cook? That would be amazing! What are you thinking of making?â
Y/n scratched his head, trying to remember what Ningning had mentioned before. âUm, what was that dish you said you loved from back home? The one with noodles and⊠chicken? Or was it beef?â
âAre you talking about my momâs dan dan noodles?â Ningning asked, sitting up straight. âOh my gosh, Iâd love that! Itâs spicy, savoury, and so comforting!â
âDan dan noodles it is!â Y/n exclaimed, feeling a rush of determination. âAlright, Iâll do my best. You just have to help me with the ingredients.â
After the excitement of cooking dan dan noodles started to simmer down, Y/n noticed a hint of uncertainty in Ningningâs eyes as she stirred the pot. âUh, Ningning? Are you sure weâre doing this right? It feels⊠off.â
Ningning frowned, tapping her chin thoughtfully. âHmm, I remember the basics, but Iâm not sure I got every detail right. Maybe I should call my mom for her secret tips!â
âGood thinking, Ning!â Y/n replied, grateful for her initiative. âI could use some reliable adviceâ
âAm I not reliable?â Ningning pouted.
ââŠnice try, but noâ
Ningning quickly grabbed her phone and dialled her mom, her expression shifting from casual to focused as the call connected. âHi, Mom! Itâs me,â she said, her voice brightening. âIâm trying to make dan dan noodles, but I need your help. Can you walk us through it?â
Y/n watched as Ningning spoke in rapid Chinese, her animated gestures painting a picture of what they were doing in the kitchen. After a few moments, she turned to Y/n, her eyes wide with excitement. âOkay, sheâs going to help us! Just follow my lead!â
âHell yeah! Letâs do this!â Y/n said, feeling pumped.
âFirst,â Ningning translated, âwe need to make sure the sauce is mixed properly. My mom said the ratio is important. We need two tablespoons of soy sauce, one tablespoon of sesame paste, andââ
Before she could finish, Y/n interrupted, âWait, can you say that again? I didnât catch that.â
âTwo tablespoons of soy sauce!â Ningning repeated, and then added, âand Iâll write it down for you.â She quickly grabbed a pen and notepad, jotting down the recipe as her mom continued explaining the next steps.
Ningning listened intently, nodding along. âOkay, Mom! Yes, weâll definitely add the chilli oil! She says it should be spicy enough to make you sweat but not burn your tongue off!â
âTell her that I appreciate the warning!â Y/n joked, trying to lighten the mood.
âY/n says thank you, and he hopes to still be able to taste the noodles afterward!â Ningning relayed, stifling a giggle.
âAlright, letâs seeâŠ,â she continued translating, her eyes darting between her mom and the ingredients. âMom says to add garlic and ginger to the oil before the meat so that the flavours infuse properly. Then we can mix in the pork until itâs crispy. Got it?â
âGot it!â Y/n replied, feeling more confident now.
As they continued through the recipe, Ningningâs momâs voice filled the room with love and encouragement, reminding Ningning of home. âShe said you need to stir-fry the pork until itâs golden brown. And if you want it extra flavourful, add a splash of rice wine!â
âRice wine?â Y/n echoed, glancing at Ningning for clarification.
âYeah! But Iâll check if we have it first,â she said, searching through the cabinets. âWe might be in luck!â After rummaging around, she held up a small bottle triumphantly. âYes! We have it!â
âNice find! So, how much do we add?â Y/n asked, eager to keep the momentum going.
Ningning quickly translated, nodding along to her momâs instructions. âJust a tablespoon! She said to pour it in and let it cook for a minute. Then we can add the sauce and noodles. Are you ready?â
âYes, boss!â Y/n exclaimed, pouring the rice wine into the pan.
As the aroma of the spices filled the air, Ningning clapped her hands in delight. âItâs starting to smell just like my momâs kitchen! I canât believe weâre doing this!â
âThanks to your mom,â Y/n added, feeling proud of their teamwork. âIâd be completely lost without her expertise.â
Once they had combined all the ingredients, Ningningâs mom said a few last words in Chinese. âShe says to let it simmer for a bit and then taste it before serving."
They set the phone down and watched the pot bubble. âThis is actually kind of fun,â Y/n said, stirring the mixture. âItâs nice to feel connected to something you love, especially when youâre far from home.â
âExactly!â Ningning agreed, her voice softening. âI love that we could share this experience together.â
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, they plated the noodles. Y/n looked at the dish proudly. âHere goes nothing!â
They both took a bite simultaneously, their faces lighting up with delight. âWoah!â Y/n exclaimed, his eyes widening. âThis is amazing! We actually did it!â
âRight?â Ningning beamed, her excitement contagious. âItâs almost as good as my momâs! We should call her back and let her know!â
Y/n nodded enthusiastically, setting his bowl down. âLet's do it quietly. I kinda just want to keep it to ourselves.â
As Ningning called her mom again, Y/n couldn't help but smile at how their day had turned from a simple shopping spree into a memorable cooking adventure, filled with laughter, mishaps, and a connection that reminded him of how special their friendship truly was.
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â...o, he hasnât woken up yet.â
Someone had entered the room that morning, and now Jazz was talking to someone that could have been them or another person entirely. The haze of their lowered conversation was helping to pull Danny from the fog of sleep. But after the initial part it sounded like the conversation was one sided.
âClothes?.... Actually, I donât know what he would like. He hasnât bought anything for himself for two years now. And never has a response when we ask.â
That response made Danny feel like they were talking about him. Jazz and whoever she was talking to. It was probably on the phone. He felt a little bad, but what she had just said was true. He hadnât really done much when it came to clothing lately. Sam and Tucker had mostly been the ones to give his Phantom attire an update, and he just hadnât bothered to address anything else.
âNo, Iâm not going to wake him up. He needs his rest-â
âMmm⊠âs fine, Jâzz. âM awake,â Danny forced himself to mumble even though he wasnât quite fully alert yet. Relaxing in the study the previous evening had been really nice, and his spirits had risen a little when the few sips of broth heâd had a few hours before bed hadnât made him sick again. But he still felt like a truck had hit him in his sleep, which made that morning hard. âIzzat for me? HereâŠâ he asked, lazily flopping his hand into the air so that Jazz could give him the phone.
Jazz seemed to consider it for a moment, but eventually sighed and walked over to put the borrowed cellphone in Dannyâs hand. Danny couldnât see, having not managed to open his eyes yet, but Alfred was waiting patiently at the door to get it back. For now Danny just flopped it next to his head and turned his ear into it. âMmâŠâello?â
âDanny! Good morning~â
It was Stephanie. Chiming in a bubbly way that was much too energetic for⊠what time was it? Still felt too early.
âSo, weâre out shopping and getting some new clothes for everyone, but your friends are being unhelpful and keep saying you donât have any kind of style you like. Soooo, you get to answer. What would you like us to pick up for you? And what size do you usually wear?â Stephanie rambled, anticipating Danny would have more answers than the others.
âUhhhhhhâŠ.,â Danny stalled, both because he was still waking up and she had said a lot of words, but also because he didnât have an answer. âI dunno. A t-shirt and jeans? Iâm usually a size smaller than Tucker though.â
âSeriously? Thatâs it? Thatâs so boring,â Stephanie complained.
âSee? We told you, but you didnât believe us.â Danny could hear Tuckerâs voice, and figured he was on speaker.
âHe just kept wearing the same clothes he had when he was fourteen, and only has new ones because the rest of us bought some for him. But he was so unhelpful then too that we had to settle for just getting him space themed stuff,â Sam huffed, and Danny could hear her folding her arms in annoyance.
âHey, I got a lot of other stuff to worry about than clothes,â Danny protested to defend himself.
âYou like space themed stuff though?â Dickâs voice chimed in now.
âYeah, I still like space,â Danny confirmed. âCanât do much with it these days, but Iâve always wanted to be an astronaut,â he admitted, feeling a little embarrassed about admitting his childhood dream.
âCool. What about puns?â Dick hummed, adding another question quickly.
âNo. Dick, donât you dare,â Stephanie scolded.
Danny could only smile though. âI love puns,â he confirmed, not able to pick out who was all contributing to the chorus of groans and complaints, âWhy? You got a good one?â
âMaybe. Youâll see,â Dickâs response was with barely held mirth. âThanks kiddo, take it easy,â he bid before ending the call.
Well at least that was something to look forward to. Dannyâs smile didnât fade as he lifted the phone from the pillow to hand back to Jazz, who then returned it to Alfred. He ended up rolling over and laying there for a little longer, which made Jazz giggle and run her fingers through his hair for a bit. It was comfortable, and at least he wasnât so tired he fell asleep right after waking up.
â...Alfred made some more of the broth you got last night. Do you want to try some more?â Jazz eventually asked when Danny finally managed to keep his eyes open and focus on things.
Danny considered how he felt before answering, and ended up nodding. âThese help,â he admitted, pointing to the anti nausea patch behind his ear. It was enough confirmation for Jazz to move to help him sit up, stuffing all the pillows she could behind him when he was upright so he wouldnât have to worry about spilling. The broth really did taste good, despite only being slightly warmer than room temperature. He found that if he only took small sips, and waited awhile between them he didnât end up with his stomach wanting to revolt again. Maybe eventually heâd want a fat burger again, but for now this was enough.
He soon learned that he hadnât woken up until after 10:00 am, but while that felt weird to hear he eventually realized there was nothing wrong with it. Apparently the others had been out all morning, Stephanie having come to get them since it was a holiday for her school. Not that her attendance was stellar anyway with all the mishaps she ended up in during the daytime, but it helped convince Bruce to let her carry on. Sheâd even managed to drag Dick and Barbara to join them. And that and the phonecall earlier led to Dick being the one to burst into the bedroom shortly after noon with the bags heâd promised over the phone.
âHeadâs up!â Dick called as the only warning before he tossed a new t-shirt over Dannyâs head.
âDick!â Barbara scolded mildly, having only heard how Danny was doing and not completely sure he was up for being harassed.
To her surprise Danny just snorted. âItâs fine. Itâs just a shirt,â he excused, pulling the t-shirt off his face and spreading it where he could see. While Dick grinned triumphantly at Barbara before turning to watch Danny expectantly, Danny quickly read the text on the shirt and promptly half choked on a snort. âHAHAHAHA H-,â he erupted with full on laughter, wheezing as he tried to vocalize the text. âI have - PFFFF HAHAHA - so many prob- HHHHH Jazz,â he howled and wheezed, turning the shirt so his sister could see the astronaut image surrounded by the text âHouston, I have so many problemsâ.
âOh-.... Ohhhhh thatâs great,â Jazz grimaced, giving a thumbs up as the content of the shirt was enough to dampen her own joy over seeing Danny laughing so openly. Considering his current situation, Danny probably thought it was rather fitting.
âIâm so upset we were right that he would love that,â Sam grumbled with a shake of her head.
âI think itâs great,â Danielle chimed in, though not laughing quite as much as Danny since sheâd already seen everything.
âOf course you do,â Tucker sighed.
âI have more!â Dick took that as a chance to continue, plopping on the bed and digging out another shirt to pass over to Danny.
âOh no, Iâm leaving. Have fun,â Tucker groaned, quickly heading out the door partially to get away from what he had a feeling was going to be a terrible session of puns and bad jokes, and partially to take care of his own haul. Sam was quick to follow his lead, dragging Danielle after them so she didnât skip out on helping.
As Danny excitedly held up the next shirt another honk laugh escaped him, though not quite as uproarious as the first. âHA! Just need space. Classic,â he complimented, lowering the shirt to his lap and looking up at Dick again to see if he had more.
âThis was the last shirt they had, but if you want more puns after I have plenty to give,â Dick complied, handing the final printed shirt over to Danny.
It took Danny a second to realize the graphic of the earth was suggested to be spinning, staring at the conversation between the characterized moon and their own planet. The moon was asking what the earth was doing, and the earth responded âMaking everyoneâs dayâ, and as soon as the joke clicked in Dannyâs head he was almost crying with laughter again. He didnât even notice Stephanie joyfully recording both of them.
âGive me what else you have,â Danny requested after getting his breath back, reaching out to tug on Dickâs arm. It felt good to laugh. Even if it hurt his ribs, hurt the still healing burns on his chest, it felt good to just sit and laugh about something stupid. He didnât want to give it up just yet, and it seemed Dick had actually planned for this in the past few hours after learning Danny loved puns too.
âAlright, get comfy âcause I have got a real gemstore to show you,â Dick agreed eagerly, squirming up onto the bed next to Danny and getting comfortable as well where they could both look at his phone. He had a folder saved just for collecting his favorites.
Danny was quick to settle into place wedged against Dickâs side, quickly reading and giggling or outright barking more laughter as they flipped through the saved images of jokes ranging from âIâm more confused than a chameleon in a bag of skittlesâ to âastronomers got tired of waiting for the sun to go down, so they decided to call it a dayâ. Throughout the scrolling and varying degrees of laughter at the jokes, Danny even added some of his own that he remembered after seeing some of the others.Â
Eventually their session was interrupted by Damian pausing at the doorway, getting their attention with a light knock.
âPennyworth would like to know if you would prefer supper in the study once more,â the youngest Wayne informed, and waited for the response.
âWhoâŠ?â was what Danny ended up responding with, having not heard peopleâs last names yet.
âAlfred. Damian calls everyone by their last names,â Dick thankfully supplied, earning a small noise of understanding from Danny. It wasnât hard to tell the hours and hours of jokes had worn him out, but he seemed quite content so Dick didnât feel bad. âYouâve upgraded to the couch already though? Hell yeah.â
The comment made Danny snort again, though he also had to grimace at Dick incredulously. âWhat kind of lifestyle do you people live?â he asked before giving a quick answer to Damian. âHere is fine for today. If thatâs okay.â
âWhy wouldnât it be? Your recovery is of utmost importance to those in this household. If supper in bed will facilitate that, then it is of no consequence to anything else,â Damian responded easily, giving them a nod before leaving to report back to Alfred.
âEh. Weâve had our fair share of injuries through the years,â Dick admitted to Dannyâs question, lifting a finger to tap the small bandage on his own forehead once. âEnough that a knife wound is more like a papercut,â he half joked.
Danny snickered at the response, but wasnât sure how he really felt about it. Was it really a good thing to be so used to being hurt that they seemed to have started making a game out of things relating to it? Maybe it was just something so inevitable for people like them, that theyâd just had to make the most of it in the best way they knew how.
âDoes itâŠ,â Danny found himself speaking before heâd fully committed to the question in his mind. He had half the thought to retract his half voiced question, but opted instead to complete it. âDoes it ever get to be too much?â
The question made Dick recognize a little more about what state of mind Danny was in, and his brows furrowed in concern before he eventually brought the smile back. âAll the time,â he admitted. âEspecially when you get all these meta humans and aliens involved. But⊠itâs too hard to stop.â
For a moment Danny had forgotten that the others, aside from Duke, didnât have any special abilities that werenât common for a regular human. It must be very stressful for them to have to deal with people like him that ended up rogue. But also, hearing someone else admit that they too, sometimes, only kept going because it was too hard for them to stop brought Danny a strange kind of bitter comfort. Maybe they were just all doomed together.
But, even if they were, at least he had company.
â...Thanks,â Danny chose to respond, relaxing a little more heavily into the pillows. The laughter had felt good, but the exhaustion and aches didnât. âFor all the jokes. I loved them.â
Dick could only grin fondly, reaching out to ruffle Dannyâs hair after sitting upright. âNo problem, kid. Anytime you need some more, just let me know.â
âDoes that mean I can have your number after I get my phone back?â
Dick could only snort, having not expected that question. âSure. Weâll figure something out for the whole interdimensional communication thing. Iâm sure someone has already figured it out,â he chuckled, scooting to the edge of the bed to get ready to join the others at dinner.
Danny could only hum in acknowledgement, content with that answer, and let Dick leave to get his own food. Having someone to appreciate good jokes with was something to look forward to at least.
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Iiiii struggled a lil with this one too =3= But there were some notes I needed to be mentioned before getting too far along.
Thank you for whoever sent me some puns though XDD they really helped. I love puns, but I'm terrible at coming up with any or even remembering them.
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