#got the trash out and made pancakes so at least that's something

[tomtepixiedust]

Batman fanfic cookie idea

Damian's settling into the family who encourages all the healthy hobbies he's interested in. They ain't interested in little child getting in danger on the streets but want him (like all of them thanks to Bruce and Alfred) to have a happy childhood. (When he gets to adulting age, he can decide if he wanna join the midnight bashing heads club)

Anyway, it means a lot of positive reinforcement for non violent interests.

In Damian's case: animals, music (specifically violin) and painting

Now imagine the night's pretty casual, rather quiet and peaceful for Gotham standards so everyone's calling it a night and return early from patrol. They come back and hear -

The rooster.

Cue in Damian playing violin with the rooster on his head, the bird adding the necessary flair in the pauses

Kinda like in the image below but it's violin instead of piano and the middle of the night instead of day.

[hqmillioncorn]

Turning and turning Our feelings are tumbling around

Pancake and Linnet watched as Cherrypit continued to climb up the Gridanian aetheryte. It was actually kind of impressive how much the baby leash could stretch. Both girls had decided to take Cherrypit out for an impromptu walk after their complementary breakfast. Courtesy of a promise Lunya had given the three of them the day before. And Cinnamon just decided to tag along. "Do you think he's trying to eat it?" Linnet asked out loud. "No I think he's just having fun biting it." Pancake recalled something Babycorn had told her years ago. "Babycorn said that Cherrypit is still growing his teeth so that's why he bites things still." "Ooh." That made sense. Pancake smiled, it was nice to have things back to normal for a change. Was a thought she had right before seeing Cherrypit take a bite out of the aetheryte. Well, as normal as things could get around here,

with @windupnamazu 's butter and pancake and linnet and cinnamon

when youre recovering from getting kidnapped and used to traverse and heal another world things can get a little boring and also hectic

The day felt like it was going too fast and going too slow at the same time. Somehow it was earlier than Babycorn thought, even though she didn’t feel the least bit tired.

Instead she seemed to feel more tired the darker outside it got. It was kinda annoying. 

Babycorn shuffled around the bed she was currently sitting on. Considering all the times she found herself sitting in such a similar position Babycorn was a little annoyed with herself that she wasn’t at least a little more used to it yet. Or at the very least figured out the perfect pillow ratio to sit comfortably against. 

‘Uncomfy…’ Babycorn thought to herself, chewing on a pencil in her hand. As uncomfortable as the beds in the Twin Adders infirmary were, they were a million times better than her previous accommodations had been. 

Just a little over a week ago she had spent night after night sleeping on the ground. 

Babycorn unconsciously began to crumple the important book she was holding in her other hand. It had only been a couple of days since she woke up from her latest Starsinger induced coma. Though, in her defense, this one wasn’t entirely her fault. 

It couldn’t really have been helped in the case of having been kidnapped and forced to use her power against her will. 

Babycorn still couldn’t remember much of it but from what she could remember, it was that Cremia and Scotch weren’t very nice. Cremia had been the worst of the two, berating her and ranting to her for such a long time. She could understand the desperation of getting something back that you lost but this was just on the verge of being crazy, in Babycorn’s opinion.

Whatever happened to them in the end, Babycorn hoped that they both got the punishment they deser-

Babycorn let out a hiccup, quickly covering her mouth. 

How could she have forgotten that Butter was in the room with her?!

If he heard her thinking such rotten things about his parents what would he think about her?! 

Babycorn kept her mouth covered as she watched Butter walk all around the room. 

He was happily humming a little song to himself while he cleaned up. Picking things up and putting them away, throwing out the trash and making sure that it didn’t get too dusty in here. 

Butter loved doing little tasks like these. For as long as Babycorn knew him he always seemed to be doing something. Babycorn was always a little worried that Butter would somehow complete all the little tasks in the world and he would run out one day…

With all the fun that they all had last night however, it was probably a safe bet that Butter wouldn’t run out of things to clean anytime soon. Pancake and Linnet had brought over several board games and a bunch of snacks courtesy of her allowance from Lunya and Tsuna. 

Babycorn, of course, won none of the games but she did learn just how fiercely competitive Tilika could be.

It was a little harrowing to see the final opponents of every game be Cinnamon, Lunya and Tilika. Though as suspenseful as it was, there was something fun about all of them being together. With nothing to worry about except for the possibility of Cinnamon flipping the game board over. 

At the end of the night Lunya won most of them, except charades. Pancake and Cinnamon won that one, to no one’s surprise. 

Everyone all had so much fun the whole night long that most of them ended up passing out, leaving whole game boards and pieces strewn about the room. Alongside some half-eaten snacks and drinks that were still half full. 

Babycorn had been asleep at the time but Tilika and Lunya had offered to help clean up, only to be waved away by Butter who assured them he had it handled. Both Lunya and Tilika had a hunch that some of Butter’s decision was influenced by the fact that he would be able to stay with Babycorn a little longer. 

Of course, Babycorn didn’t mind. She liked Butter being here! Babycorn liked any of her friends being here, but Butter was a special case. When he was around Babycorn felt like there was nothing that would hurt her because Butter would be there to save her! 

If anyone else tried to take her away he would find her! Just like he had done this time!

Babycorn’s smile and warm feeling in her chest faded a little as she watched Butter’s ears wiggle around. Nervously she reached her hand over to tug on one of her braids, only to find it absent since her hair was down. “Um, hey Butts?” It still felt a little strange to be able to talk with her mouth. Her throat felt oddly dry. 

One of Butter’s ears turned towards Babycorn as he turned around in a split second at the sound of her voice. In his hands there was an empty board game box. “Hmm? Is everything ok?” He looked around the room, taking note of the sun coming in through the window. “Is the light bothering you? Do you want me to close the curtains a little?” 

“Huh?” Babycorn blinked. Now that he mentioned it the sun was sort of bothering her. “Yeah. Could you close them? Pretty please?” 

“Right away!” 

Babycorn kept her eyes on Butter as he happily made his way over to the window and adjusted the curtains. “Actually…Can I ask you a question?” Babycorn nervously chewed on her pencil again. 

“Yeah! Anything!” 

“...Could you hear what I was thinking?” 

Butter shook his head, “I couldn’t hear any of it!” He smiled. Normally such a question would probably have a normal person doing a double take at least three times but at this point neither Babycorn or Butter were normal by any sense of the word. 

“Oh! Okay that’s good!” That was the end of that, Babycorn decided and went right back to whatever she was doing before she started thinking or whatever. That is to say her attention went right back to the book of word searches that Butter had given her earlier. 

Butter had heard Babycorn mumbling to herself something about being bored and decided to let her borrow his book full of word searches.

As Butter picked up another piece of trash he heard Babycorn giggling. “Are you having fuuun?” Butter asked. He was glad she seemed to be having a good time. 

Babycorn nodded, wiggling her legs around. “Yeah! See? See?” She held up the book into the air and pointed at it with her pencil. “I’m circling all the letters! Just like you showed me!” Indeed, Babycorn was circling all the letters in a bunch. The only problem was that none of them formed anything that resembled an actual word. 

“I think I’m winning!” Babycorn kept giggling to herself.

Butter didn’t want to tell her otherwise. “I bet you are! They should give you a big trophy for it!” Something like, the most circles ever circled inside of a word search ever. Chances were that Babycorn probably did circle a real word with all the constant scribbling she was doing. 

“Can I do more pages? Is that okay?” Babycorn figured she should ask since this book was Butter’s. 

“Go for it!” Butter didn’t mind. There were countless word search books out there in the world but there was only one girl of his dreams. And if she wanted to write all over it, then who was he to say no. “I also have picross and word fill books if you wanted to try those!” 

Babycorn’s face lit up. “Wow! I have no idea what those are!!” 

“Don’t worry I’ll teach you!” 

Butter had spent the better half of the dawn teaching Babycorn how word searches work. Of course all she had really understood was circling letters but she was still in the early stages of learning to read still. It would probably make good practice later down the line. 

If Babycorn had her pom up it would have fluffed up in excitement. “Are you gonna hold my hand again and help me write!?” That’s what Butter had done earlier and it was really nice and made her face all warm and her heart beat a little faster than usual and and and and-!

Butter made a funny little noise with his mouth. Something that was a cross between a gasp and someone answering a question with a resounding ‘Yes!’ There was something kinda cute and endearing about it. At least Babycorn thought so. 

Babycorn took Butter’s squeak as a yes (which to be fair it was) and let out a little cheer. “Yay! Thank you Butts!” 

As excited as she was to learn a whole bunch of other things with her very cool friend Butter-first she needed to finish what he taught her first. There were so many more letters for her to circle! 

Babycorn continued to circle letter after letter as time marched forward she and Butter would have small conversations with each other. At one point Babycorn asked Butter what his favorite kind of cake was. Butter’s answer was his sister, Pancake. He felt extra proud of his little joke after Babycorn doubled over in laughter. 

The room was almost all clean now. All that was left was some trash under a small round table everyone had used to hold drinks. “Alright-!” Butter pumped himself up and dove under to pick up the candy wrappers strewn over the floor. 

Soon after Butter disappeared from Babycorn’s view, she took notice. “Butts…?” Babycorn leaned over as far as she could trying to see if Butter was still there, just out of view. Babycorn’s heart began to beat a little faster, she felt a lump in her throat. 

Did something happen? Did he go somewhere? Did someone take him?

It wasn’t long until Babycorn couldn’t take it anymore. “Butts!” She cried out, “Are you there? Butter?!”

Butter reacted a split second right after Babycorn had first yelled his name. His quick reaction time was not without its consequences however. Since his first instinct was to see if something was wrong with Babycorn. Which meant he had to stand back up. 

In doing so his head ended up impacting the bottom of the bottom of the round table with a loud crash. “Ow!!” Butter hissed at the pain and hunched himself over, waiting for the pain to subside. “Ow..Ow..Ouch…”

“...B-Butts?” It sounded like he was hurt. A faint glow appeared in Babycorn’s eyes. “A-Are you o-okay?” To someone who couldn’t see the whole picture it sounded like Butter had gotten really hurt by something. Or by someone Babycorn couldn’t see. 

Babycorn let out a sniffle, “Butter please be o-okay…! Butter…Butter…?” 

By now the ringing in Butter’s ears was starting to fade. “Ah?” Butter rubbed the top of his head, it was still stinging but otherwise he would be fine. Now he could hear Babycorn saying his name, over and over. “Ah!” Butter crawled out from under the desk as quickly as he could and jumped back onto his feet. 

‘Are you okay? Please, Please be okay…!’ If something happened to Babycorn again…There was no force on or off the planet that would be able to stop him from keeping her safe and sound. 

Soon enough, both Babycorn and Butter were face to face again, both of them were breathing heavily with tears dangerously close to the corners of their eyes. It took a few seconds of looking at each other for each of them to realize that neither of them were in any sort of danger. Everything was okay. They were both okay. 

Without a second thought, Babycorn placed her hands on Butter’s. She let out another sniffle, “Are you okay…?” A part of her was having trouble trusting her eyes. Butter nodded, giving her a small smile. “I am! I just hit my head a little when I stood up.” He moved his hand away from Babycorn’s for just a moment to show where he had hit it, “It hurt but I’ll be okay!” 

“You got hurt…?” Babycorn felt a familiar lump in her throat. “Was it cause I was calling you?”

Butter hesitated to answer. “...That was why I stood up but it was just bad luck. It wasn’t your fault.” He decided to ask his own question now. “Are you okay? Babycorn?”

“Huh?” It was a bit of a surprise to hear that. Nothing had happened to her. Babycorn had gotten scared but other than that she had just been sitting here. “I’m fine!” For the most part. 

It was a relief for Butter to hear that. Though they were allegedly safe, there was still this pit of worry in Butter’s gut that something, anything else could happen. A growing anxiety that his parents would walk in and take Babycorn away again. 

That something just like this would happen to any of the other people he loved. 

Babycorn noticed Butter looking away from her. She looked down at her hair, the ends of her tips were still glowing. That was part of the reason she was still in the infirmary. That and she was still too weak to keep herself up without falling over. Which also meant walking was still out of the question.

She frowned, taking in a deep breath. “Butts? Can you promise me something?” 

“Huh…?” That knocked Butter straight out of his spiral of worries. Babycorn was always forward about these things but somehow after all these years he still found himself getting shocked by it. “O-Of course!” He felt Babycorn hold onto his hands a little tighter. 

“Can you promise me you won’t ever never get hurt like me?” 

“...What do you mean?” Butter wasn’t sure what Babycorn meant. 

“Like…this.” Babycorn let go of Butter’s hands and tugged at her hair. “And like what happened at the Ghimlyt dark and when we got back from Sharlayan.”Though they were faint, she could still remember seeing the worried looks from the people around her. “I don’t…” She hiccuped, “I don’t wanna see you be all hurt…” Even seeing Butter being sad was bad enough. Babycorn couldn’t possibly imagine the pain she would feel having to see him halfway dead, and her not being able to do anything about it. 

Maybe it was a little selfish. No, it was. She had been injured and hurt so many times now and Butter had been there every time. And now here she was-asking him to do the impossible. 

That made what happened next even more of a surprise. 

Butter smiled and just nodded his head, “I promise.” 

“...eh?” 

“I said I promise!” Butter remained firm, “I’m not going to get hurt! I won’t ever get hurt! And that’s a double promise!” He winked. 

Babycorn couldn’t hold back her tears at this point. “You…” She wiped her eyes. “Y-You won’t get hurt! Yeah! C-Cause I’ll be there to help you!” Another wail escaped Babycorn’s mouth, but something was different about it. There was a laugh mixed in with it. “C-Cause I’m always gonna be with you! So I’ll protect you and you won’t get hurt Butts!” 

Butter echoed Babycorn’s laugh. “I already promised I would protect you too!” He felt warm tears dripping down the side of his cheeks. “No matter what happens I’ll be there by your side. To keep you safe!” 

“Then we’ll protect each other!” Babycorn leaned forward as much as she could and stretched out her arms toward Butter. “That way we both don’t get hurt!!”

Butter wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. “Yeah! That’s right!” After this, after everything. Nothing like this would ever happen again. Butter was going to protect all the people he loved, for now and forever. “And everything will be okay…” 

But he knew, he wasn’t alone in his promise. It wasn’t all on him. 

“Hey Butts?” 

“Hmm?” Did Babycorn have something else to say?

Babycorn leaned forward and gave him what some people would describe as a peck on the cheek.

“Butts, don’t ever change.”

[wwemcumuscleslover]

Another chapter for you of this Diary..

Bloodline Fate part 2…

Dear Diary, today is my second day in Chicago alongside the most incredible man this city has ever had...

- Good morning Baby Girl!

Who needs an alarm clock when you had this wonderful voice welcoming you into another morning...

- Good morning Hank.

I returned his greeting and gave him a kiss.

We got out of bed, put on robes, it was one of those cold days that cut through the skin... I knew it from the layer of ice on the window...

We went down to the kitchen for breakfast.. he opted for a simple black coffee, bacon, eggs and buttery pancakes.

My breakfast was hot chocolate with marshmallows, fruit salad, granola and yogurt.

We tried not to take too long, I could be on vacation, but he wasn't, at least he promised dinner that night

We went back upstairs and started getting ready.

I opted for black pants and a black blouse, completing the look with shoes, a blazer and a beige bag.

Hank opted for one of his casual work looks, jeans, a shirt down to the cuffs, a scarf and a thick jacket to withstand the cold.

He hung the badge on one side of his waist, then went to the safe and took out the gun from the other side of his hip.

We left the house and went to his Black Suv, in the morning I would do some things alone, while he was busy with intelligence...

The streets of Chicago were covered in some parts, I took out my cell phone and posted a story on Instagram... I would come up with an excuse if someone called me in direct

In 15 minutes we arrived at his place of work, the famous district 21 and intelligence center.

We kissed goodbye, but before going on my way, Hank placed two bundles of dollars in my hand, courtesy of his secret fund.

- Have fun and if you need help, know!!

- I call the toughest cop in Chicago...

- See you later.

We made an agreement for me to return at two in the afternoon.

My itinerary for the day was focused on luxury stores and bookstores, as soon as my stomach started complaining I found a pizzeria and filled my belly with one

After that I continued my tour of the city, ubers and the train system helped a lot in this process.. as a last place I stopped at a men's store and bought something for him.

I took an Uber and asked to be taken back to the 21st district…

On the way, I sent a message, and was instructed to just go to Sergeant Platt and ask to clear my ticket.

Arriving at the district, I followed the instructions given by Hank and went to Sergeant Trudy Platt.

- I'm here to see Hank Voight, he said to talk to you.

- Name, miss?

- Elisa Stabler.

She picked up the phone and made the announcement, a few minutes later, he came downstairs and came to meet me.

Trudy gave a somewhat surprised look when she saw Hank plant a peck on my lips... He just gave a half-smirk and guided me to his office..

To my surprise, he had all his wits about him, possibly having delegated field work, to make the environment more peaceful for both of us.

I dropped my bags on the sofa and took out of one of them the gift I bought for him.

- For you, Sweetie.

He took the package and began to unwrap it, revealing the wallet, watch and belt kit that I had chosen.

- Look, I won't deny that I really needed at least a new wallet.

He took the wallet he had with him out of his pocket and started transferring the contents to the new one. He also asked me to put away his watch and belt. Voight threw the old wallet in the trash next door after finishing the transfer to the new one, which he put in his pocket.

He came out from behind his desk and came to me, held my face in his hands and we began a deeper kiss, I felt my face get hotter and my breathing became heavy.

My desire to stay there for a while was interrupted by an alert on his communicator...

He confirmed that he would go to the location, while caressing my lips with his thumb.

- Help me with the vest, Baby

- Affirmative Sergeant..

He smiled at me, so that his brown eyes took on a glow that to me was warmer than a mug of chocolate.

I gathered the bags and we followed the stairs that gave access to the vehicle area.

He helped me put my bags in the trunk, and then guided me to the passenger door, opening the door for me...

The journey to the crime scene was quick, because he knew I had an addiction to adrenaline, and he couldn't help but put a smile on my face.

It was a kidnapping in a grocery store... on the radio I understood that the criminal was holding the owner and his daughter at gunpoint...

Hank ordered me to wait in the car and I did. The entire operation lasted about 1 hour and a half... luckily for me, the Bandit gave in and ended up making it easier for Halstead, who fired a shot that neutralized the suspect, who was taken to medical care.

Voight returned to the vehicle and informed me that he would take me home, return to the district to finish the day's paperwork and in the evening I would organize myself for our romantic dinner at the best restaurant in town.

The night was wonderful, starting when he came home and gave me a bouquet of red roses, I threw myself around his neck, motivated by all the happiness that invaded my being every time he spoiled me...

It took us 40 minutes to get ready and another 15 minutes to get to the restaurant…

When we arrived at reception, Hank informed the receptionist of our reservation, who guided us to a more private area of the place. We placed our orders immediately and in the meantime between ordering the food and its arrival, we had a moment of dialogue.

- What's up baby girl? – he asked smiling.

-your voice seems like a hypnotic mantra, I am captivated by in every word.

- You like my voice. He took my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine. – I've been thinking all day that this hand of yours needs some color, so I bought this here, consider it a promise ring.

He placed a white box in front of me and inside a beautiful sapphire ring, it shone in the light of the candles.

Hank took the ring and placed it on my finger, sealing the commitment with a kiss on my hand.

I got up from my chair and went to Voight and tried to return the gesture with a warm kiss. When I finished kissing him, I found myself lost in the glow of his brown eyes, they were warm and gentle.

- My God, your eyes are also an attraction in their own , in fact you are everything... sometimes it's difficult to put you into words...

Hank just continued to watch me, feeling victorious, realizing that he had me under his control.

At that moment, the waiters brought our order, I went back to my seat and we dedicated ourselves to enjoying our meal, which was heavenly.

The day ended with us returning home and we finally had a more intimate and breathtaking moment…

I say goodbye to you Diary, tomorrow we meet again…

E.Stabler..

@chicago-pd-is-weird a new chapter, in case you want to read..

@ofmulti-fandoms can I show you my little fic, this part 2 gonna tag in part 1 as well

[lunascreamer]

The Prey and the Beasts

Footsteps echoed through the old toy factory. The hard floor creaked and cried from the added weight. Eyes opening slowly (y/n) groaned as they felt their body being carried to an unknown destination, their view was mostly darkened, except for a hue of purple. Whatever was carrying you soon came to an erupt stop, loud metallic squealing caused you to lean your head back and attempt to see what it was only for you to be thrown into a metal chute, a large smiling face was the last thing you saw before every became black. You screamed as your body landed onto many sharp edges and broken crap. Your side stung as a small bit of broken wood stuck through the clothes but luckily didn't pierce all the way into your tender flesh.

“Fuck, fuck that hurt!” you shouted out in frustration

Removing the piece of wood, you got up with a shaky start, the unevenness made the journey through the junk a challenge

“At least it doesn’t look like...”

‘Squeeeech’

“Fuck”

Lights flashed wildly, the sound of metal scraping each other was deafening, the blaring cries of the machine coming to life was a good indicator of death.

“Where do I go?” you cried

As if God heard your cries a light shined down from the heavens and landed on a platform. With very little left to do you rushed over, on the way your clothes caught and teared a little from the exposed metal shards and wooded spikes. As you climbed out of the trash compactor, the whole thing slammed itself, crushing everything into a long piece of broken strip. Gasping from the near-death moment once again, you slouched over and sucked in a large amount of air.

“Factory 0, (y/n) 100”

Pressing forward through the doorway you stared dumbfoundedly at the next section of the room, the room consistence of large pistons, making a makeshift jumping platform, if you weren't tired from almost dying you would have laughed. Bracing yourself, you counted down the seconds before leaping onto the moving platform, a second jump and through a large opening into the room next door. The room seemed normal, well normal enough for a rundown slaughter area with broken toys strung up and blood everywhere. Making your way to the other side of the room, you looked down into the trash compactor and shuddered at the idea of a pancake you. An open area came into view so with caution you peeked inside near the left side was a pile of wooden spikes all pointed out with eerie threat for anyone to come to close, looking slightly beside it was more writing, a cry of help was written upon the wall followed by large claw marks.

“Okay that's not ominous at all, but I guess I should go through that door near the large hole.”

Turing away from the empty bloody room you pushed your way through the door and walked into a dim lite stairway, with uneven steps you climbed to stone steps and arrived at another door, this one a grey door with a small window that barely showed what was on the other side.

“Are you shitting me more platforms! What is this a game or something.”

Annoyed and tired, you managed to leap your way to the other end.

“What's wrong with the floor now?”

Noticing the floor, the ground refused to show itself, instead a blanket of red fog covered it, the fog moved in a slow motion, daring you to partake in its dance. Bringing a platform towards you, you leaped onto it and allowed it to carry you to the other side, in which was only another vent that needed to be crawled though, with a huff you crouched down and crawled into the tight vent and immediately lost your footing and fell to a lower area.

“Ouch”

Pressing forward you eventually escaped the claustrophobe vents and emerged into a large area. The area held what looked to be a staff room, couches, tables, a ceiling fan, vending machines cupboards and a tv. Despite the mess and blotches of blood here and there the room looked decent. Decent enough to almost take a rest.

“Should i really rest here?” You asked yourself “I mean, when will I get the chance to grab some grub or a drink, hell a couch to lay on would be really nice...”

Removing the heavy equipment from your back you stretched your arms high into the air, popping and cracks could be heard from the movement, a welcoming sigh escaped your chapped lips as you slouched forward and walked towards one of the vending machines, the low hum could be heard emitted from the machine you proceed to kick at it, after a few more painful kicks the machine gave in and released its contents onto the floor. Old chips and chocolate bars littered the floor, the expiry date long past due but with an empty stomach beggars can’t be choosers. Scooping up the treats you plopped down onto the couch and feasted on the meal. The tv was on but static was the only thing playing, the white noise swirled within your mind as the screen seemed to quiver and shake, glancing to the side of the couch red smoke twirled around your hand, tickling it and making you giggle. Your giggles became louder and louder to the point of ear piercing and then silence. Head hitting the pillows of the couch you drifted off into the void unaware of a pair of eyes watching you slumber away

[anyalovesu]

tolerate it.

v. when you were out building other worlds, where was i?

— “maybe in another life, i never had to leave the band and i was there with him all throughout that career. maybe he still would’ve been the person i wanted to fall in love with. maybe it would be easier to love him now. but i am just as much a stranger as he is to me. But I've been told I haven’t changed much. I was still childish and immature, he said.”

Elijah woke up earlier that morning, getting ready and dressing herself up earlier than she usually would so she could make breakfast for the both of them in high hopes that Leon would be the same person as he was if there was food on the table when he wakes up.

The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen as she plates them up nicely on the table. Making sure that everything they could possibly need was on the table—syrup, butter knives, even two insulated flasks of coffee for the both of them that she freshly brewed that morning—you name it, she made sure it was on the table. All Leon had to do was to sit down and munch on the breakfast that she prepared.

Eli was anxiously pacing around the dining area, waiting for Leon to come down. But maybe it was wishful thinking that Leon would be the same version of himself as he was the night before. When he got down, he seemed to have woken up to the bad side of his king sized bed, hair still a little bit tousled as he swiftly made his way down the stairwell. 

“Ruby, tara na!”

“Nag gawa ako ng almusal, kumain ka muna,” Elijah replied dejectedly, sighing as once again, she found herself avoiding his gaze.

“Something came up sa office, kapag hindi pa tayo umalis, male-late na ako!” Leon argued, not seeming to give a flying fuck about how much of Elijah’s effort he’s trashing once again. “Tara na.”

“At least take your coffee,” Elijah snaps at him, taking one of the flasks and slams it on the table. Thank God for rubber stoppers for these flasks because she would’ve broken the glass from how hard she slammed it on the table. “You fucking ingrate.”

Elijah wordlessly stomped towards the living room where she had left her belongings before she started cooking that morning. Leon also just wordlessly walks over the dining table and takes the flask before turning towards him. “Ano masaya ka na? Napaka-immature mo naman.”

“Fuck you, Leon,” she hissed at him before making her way out of the door. 

The car ride was as hellish as the both of them expected it to be. Elijah was pissed, Leon was severely annoyed by how Elijah was acting, and no one could bother to at least turn on the radio to diffuse the tension. 

For the meantime, Leon kept his eyes on the road, refusing, at all costs, to purposely glance over Elijah’s direction to see if she was still as upset as she was. He didn’t need to look at her to know she was still fuming at him though, only her shaky breaths that she has been attempting to calm down has been the only thing filling up his ears the past 30 minutes, what else does he need to confirm his theory?

It only got worse from there when they got stuck in a traffic jam when they were only about 5 minutes away from Yang ENT. Out of frustration, and in an awful attempt to escape the atmosphere that has been strangling her for the past hour, Elijah unlocks the door.

“Maglalakad nalang ako. Dumeretso ka na sa Park Group,” she says and then leaves, without even a proper good bye or telling him to take care. She knows she would regret not doing that if something does happen, but for now, she just walks away to save what sanity she has left. 

Hot on her heels, Eli finds her way to the sidewalk and makes her way towards the front of where the Yang Construction ENT. stood in all of its glory. Decades of history cemented this building to the floor where it was built. Somehow, it was understandable why both of her parents were so insistent on doing whatever it takes to keep the company smooth and easy sailing. Even the slightest threat is still a threat not only to the pristine reputation of a decades old construction firm, but also to the legacy of all the Yangs that have reigned over the company. However understandable, it still wasn’t justified what they were willing to do at the cost of the happiness of their own daughter. It seemed like the company will always be more important than anything.

“Bakit ganyan ang mukha mo?” Architect Yves chuckles at her as soon as he sees him enter the elevator with him. “Ang aga mo rin, for someone na sa Makati na nakatira.”

“Nakisabay lang ako, mabait ang kapatid mo eh,” she scoffed, rolling his eyes at him. She’s always treated Yves Hwang as her own brother as well, since they met through Ynes. It only became more convenient when she found out that he is actually close friends with her own brother as well. “Ayaw ako sunduin.”

“Napakalayo mo naman nga kasi, Eli,” he laughed.

“Kahit na! Hinayaan n’ya akong magdusa kasama ang hayop na ‘yon,” she ranted. “Napakasama ng ugali. Pinagluto na ng almusal parang ako pa ang mali na pakainin s’ya!”

Elijah is like clockwork. She had a schedule for everything and did everything at the time she designated for it. Perhaps it was one of the reasons why everything is so shocking for her recently. She never planned for any of these things to happen and now that she constantly has to give up her personal time and even some of her working time for appointments that were, mind you, very inconsiderate of her work schedule, she feels the need to be constantly in a rush to finish her dues while still living up to her own standards when it came to its integrity. 

And Leon being so unpredictable just puts her in such an overwhelming position.. 

All these, on top of trying to put up with his constant hostility towards her, she might just throw herself off the building for how much distress the entire situation is causing her.

Eli couldn’t help but lean back against the cold walls of the elevator to try to feel something else. “I’m so fucking tired, kuya.”

“Hmm,” he chuckled, though it seemed like it was out of pity. He reached for the top of her head and patted it, trying to give her as much comfort in the most modest way possible. Word spreads fast in the office, especially if you’re meddling with either of the Yang siblings. The last thing Architect Yves wanted was to pile something on top of Eli’s already overflowing worries. Plus, he’d very much want to keep his job. 

Working with the Yangs has taught him one too many things about the elite family. 

That is, if they perceive you as a threat, you might as well find your way out yourself than let them do the deed in eradicating you from their company, possibly even the next few companies that you’ll be applying to.

“Sasabihan ko si Ynes,” he smiled at her. “Things will get better, okay?”

“Sana nga.”

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“Tara na, OT ka na,” Santi playfully pushes Eli’s head with his pointer finger, making her glare at her older brother before turning back to her digital sketches on the table. “Ihahatid na kita.”

“I don’t want to go home pa,” she whined, slapping his hand away when he tried to do it again, groaning as she stared in dissatisfaction at the already 6th draft of the sketch that she was doing. “Una ka na. Maggrab nalang ako.”

“Ayaw ko ngang sumasakay ka ng grab mag-isa,” Santi sighed at him, leaning over her table to look at the digital sketches on her computer. “Masyadong madilim, Eli. Anong personality mo ang nagddrawing n’yan?”

“Pagod na ang creative personality ko,” she scoffed, slightly banging her head on the table as she opened a new file to redo everything she had already finished.

“Alam mo ang unfair mo naman sa sarili mo kung papalitan mo ‘yung colorful na branding n’yo dahil lang hindi nagustuhan ni Leon yung mga kulay sa bahay n’yo,” Santi looked at her in pity. It’s clear that being around Leon has been rubbing her the wrong way and it’s taking up even his little sister’s color, quite literally, by how dull and lonely her sketches looked.

“Hindi naman kasi ‘yon,” she groaned, forehead still resting on the table. There were tears already forming in her eyes and gaining even more of Santi’s pity would only make her cry even more, so she stayed like that. “Napapagod lang ako. Kahit anong gawin ko, hindi ako maging mabuting anak, hindi ako maging mabuting asawa, hindi ako maging mabuting tao. Tapos ngayon I can’t even do my job gaya ng dati. It’s only been a day, how bad is it going to get?”

“Tumayo ka na d’yan,” Santi proceeds to pull his sister up from her office chair. “Tara na. Patayin mo na ‘yan. Kanina pa naghihintay si Cielo sa baba, kung ayaw mong maging hindi rin mabuting kapatid, tumayo ka na d’yan.”

Santi could not help but not feel guilty at how much hell Eli is going through. He would’ve taken her suffering if he could, just like a good big brother would but this is out of his hands. 

“Bakit and’yan si Cielo?”

“Sinundo ko, ayaw daw magstart ng sasakyan n’ya kanina sa school,” Santi replied to her. “I had to call the towing services to bring it sa casa. Bukas ako nalang din ang susundo sa’yo, daanan na’tin yung sasakyan mo pagkahatid kay Cielo.”

Somehow, the thought of her not enduring any more of those dreadful car rides with her fiance made her feel better. The morning was a complete mess and the tension becoming too thick for her to breathe properly was something she is not willing to do again if it can be helped.

“Kaya tara na,” Santi repeated again, reaching for her mouse to save her work and turn off her computer himself. “Magligpit ka na ng gamit mo.”

Cielo went up to hug his older sister as soon as he saw her walking out of the elevator in the parking lot. “Tagal mo!” He whines.

“Bawasan ko allowance mo sa akin eh,” Eli playfully laughs at him as she hugs him back. There was some sort of relief from being around her family’s arms. 

This was how it was supposed to be, she thought. 

It was quite impossible to treat someone who treats her as badly as Leon as family. It oddly made her feel uncomfortable to be expected to form a family with him when that’s how it is between them. There was barely even love to begin with.

“Do you think you’ll ever fall in love with Kuya Leon?” Cielo blurts out as they get stuck in traffic. Cielo leans in between the center console as he cranes his neck towards his sister, who seemed taken aback by his sudden question.

Maybe 5 years ago, that would’ve been an easy yes. Leon wasn’t hard to love back then. He was sweet, kind, and gentle. He was also a fairly attractive teenager. Many girls fawned over his charisma during highschool, especially when they played. 

Before there was a Midnight Covey, there was The Loophole. It consisted of Leon, Eli, Tobi, and Amir. Leon still played bass. Tobi played drums, Eli played the electric guitar, and Amir still sang. Girls fawned over her bandmates, and while she’ll often get talked about for her closeness with the other members of the band, she never really minded it because Leon always protected and fought them in her place. But regardless, music made her happy, and she was there to keep that happiness going.

But that happiness did not last very long. 

Soren Yang wasn’t as fond of performing as his own daughter. He solely believed that the band would be Elijah’s very own downfall. He refused to believe that it would ever get her anywhere and that Elijah would end up jobless and sad by the time she turns 50. And so Eli left the band.

Eli was merely 15 when it all happened. Leon was 16, Tobi and Amir were both only 18. Even after convincing their parents to talk to Soren about letting Eli back to the band, the youngest’s father was beyond convincing. And if that was the case, what weight would their words value to Soren Yang?

Leon, Tobi, and Amir stayed out of the music scene after the abrupt exit of their guitarist for a good 3 months, before they decided to start the Midnight Covey. A band they started with two more members from different schools. 

Looking back at it, Eli rarely ever played after that. Maybe an occasional classical piano piece during family reunions, and quiet singing to herself, but other than that, she can barely remember the last time she touched her guitar to play it. Being forced to leave the band hurt her more than she liked to admit and even though she was happy that they got to start again and gain recognition they deserved now, it bothered her that she could’ve been there too. 

The first few months of the disbandment, all three of them consoled her about it, making sure she did not think they thought bad of her for leaving the band abruptly. Leon especially, he would still bring her to practices and their gigs to watch them. He took care of her during shows very well, making sure her ears were always protected knowing very well that his best friend had a sensitivity to loud sounds. Although Eli was no longer a member of the band, she was still there. She stayed with them. She supported them while they were building a whole new world with Midnight Covey’s music. She was there.

Leon never made her feel like she was a bother for a decision that wasn’t hers to make. But not anymore.

It would make sense how easily it would’ve been a yes back then, but right now… Leon wasn’t Leon she wanted to fall in love with anymore.

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[dracoblaze40]

Roommates and assholes

After all the craziness that happened during my arrival I had a nice night of sleep in Carlos’ bed. Had so many wet dreams because of his lingering sexual energy. Also had to blow one load the moment I woke up. Goddamn, how sexually frustrated is this guy!? At least I know that I will not be at risk of running out of power here.

While in his room I noticed some interesting facts about him:

Apparently, he was on the swimming team in his high school days. No wonder why he has enough strength to carry me by himself. Not like I’m a huge weight to carry tho.

He doesn’t have any pics of his family. I wonder what's up with that…

He really, really, REALLY loves to masturbate. There are a lot of used tissues in his trash bin. No wonder why I was losing it yesterday.

For a socially awkward nerdy gamer guy, he is hygienic. He always smells nice, outside of the pheromone cocktail that lingers in his room.

After doing all those observations I got up and took a quick shower to clean myself after my morning fun.

Once I was done, I got ready, and an incredibly good smell hit my nose the moment I opened the door.

“Good morning, Draco!” -Carlos said with that charming smile and with a pan at hand. It seemed that he was making pancakes, and were the source of the delicious smell. “Hope you are hungry because I’ve prepared a big breakfast to celebrate your first day living here”.

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” -I answered, completely flattered that he did it. “You are already doing a lot for me”.

“There’s no such thing as too much here. Now open up and let me give you a taste of what’s expecting you on the table.” -He said and then, with a swift motion, put a bit of a pancake in my mouth.

“…”

“Draco?”

“…” -A single tear came out of my eye.

“D-Draco, buddy, are you ok? You’re scaring me…” -He said, his voice filled with concern.

I’ve met wizards with powers that could bend the laws of nature, demons with enough power to destroy nations, eldritch abominations that could shatter the psyche of every living being with their mere presence… and this puny human just made me his bitch with a bite of this heavenly made pancake. Am I really sure that Carlos is a normal human being at this point?

“This is so goddamn good!” -I said, and his face lightened up.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s sit on the table and make a toast to celebrate!”

I nodded and then we sat on the table, enjoying the most mouthwatering food I’ve ever tried.

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After the fantastic breakfast, Carlos asked me what I ‘m gonna do today. I told him that I wanted to explore the city, because I had no idea what was out there other than the front yard of the apartment building. He said he could go with me because he had the day for himself. He would show me the most important places, and also get me a phone so I can keep in touch with him if anything bad happens to me.

“Do you really think I will be in trouble? Ha! I have my ways of solving my problems” -I said.

“Draco, you can’t just fuck your way out of things.” -He replied, looking at me like I was dumb.

“Oh yeah? Then enlighten me: what is one thing I can’t fuck my way out?”

“For starters, policewomen. Well… Women in general. And I’m pretty sure animals are also something that your people do not do.”

“Ok, you win. Let’s get a phone.” -I said, defeated by my own cockiness.

And just like that we started our tour through the city with a visit to a technology shop. Carlos did all the talking, while I wandered around the shop, checking on the people and taking mental notes:

There were some weird kids with puffy hair doing weird dances outside. I found it funny when someone said “Oh, not the broccoli hair guys again. God fucking dammit!” and then made them leave. They don’t look that threatening to me, but the guy said something about them doing pranks or something like that.

A lady and a guy carrying lots of bags. The guy looked like he was regretting his life decisions but hearing her tell him “I know you hate doing this, but we’re almost done baby, and when we go back home, I’ll reward you very generously,” made him cheer up. Feeling his sexual energy rise up gave me up an idea of what the “reward” was gonna be.

Two guys that kinda reminded me of Carlos in one of his high school pics I saw earlier, talking what I thought it was gibberish at first, but then find out it was the specifications of the phones. Also, one of them was carrying… a wolf mask? A fluffy helmet? I don’t know what that was to be honest.

I was so absorbed watching all of that, when I crashed against someone.

“Watch it, you idiot!” -The guy screamed at me.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” -I replied, and then looked at him.

There he was, a tall guy, wearing what looked like a varsity jacket, with the logo of the local university. By looking at him, you could tell he is also an athlete. The guy was buff as fuck! Sadly, his expression made me realize that he wasn’t the kind of guy I was expecting to fit such description.

“You made me lose sight of Jenna! I was so sure that she was gonna say yes to me this time, and you ruined it, you little shit!” -he kept screaming, and the people in the shop turned their heads to where we were.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you are looking for someone maybe I can help you find h-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence before the big guy grabbed me from my shirt and raised me, so my face was right in front of his. He was furious.

“And why should I get help from a little fucker like you? Buddy, I know your type, trying to befriend me and 'help me' just to try and get favors with women.”

“B-but I don’t like women…” -I said, trying to appease him. But those words had the opposite effect on him and enraged him more.

“NO FUCKING WAY YOU SAID THAT! Of course, I had to have one of “those guys” ruining my day! You fucking f-“.

“Let him go Ricky! He’s not doing anything to you!” -Carlos said as he walked to where we were with one of the clerks.

“You are lucky that your boyfriend came with help, but listen to me you little worm, I don’t wanna see you near me, or else I’m gonna make sure no one will recognize that stupid face of yours ever again!” -Ricky said and then threw me to Carlos. He then stormed out of the shop.

The clerk helped us get on our feet and asked what happened and if I was ok. I told him how everything went and then, he told us he was gonna give us a smart watch for all the problems Ricky caused to us, but Carlos assured me it was more of a “please don’t sue us for not calling security” kind of gift once we left.

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We continued the tour through the city, with less optimism than when we started it, and then we stopped in a café so we could rest and talk.

“Hey big D, what are you thinking of?” -He said when he noticed me more silent than usual.

“That guy from the tech shop, do you know him?” -I asked.

“Oh, Ricky? Yeah, I’ve known him for years, he goes to the same university as me. He is a huge asshole, and he is well known for being a completely creep with women, trying to get into their pants. He has been trying to get Jenna, the new cheerleader member, to sleep with him, but she is not interested in him.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” -I said and took a sip of my coffee. -If I was a girl and was in his sight, I probably would feel so uncomfortable.”

“And with him being a rich guy that’s built like a bull, he gets away with it. No man can stand up to him, and if you are queer, well…” -Carlos said and his expression became serious out of nowhere, then he fell silent.

“Don’t tell me… He did something to you?” -I said, scared of what the answer was.

“He did… But not something life threatening. He just…” -He stopped, took a deep breath and the continued. “My dad works for his dad, so that’s why I said I’ve known him for a while, and he was the first person that discovered that I was gay. And then he told my dad, adding his touch to the story, and things got really, really rough with my parents because of that. I got kicked out of my home for being gay around the time I started high school, and he used every single chance to make fun of me and has made my life so miserable to this day. That is why I don’t have too many friends…”

 I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe there were humans that could be this evil. That caused me to get irrationally angry. But just when I was about to spout the most horrible things I’ve ever said, a woman around the age of Carlos came close to us.

“Guys, sorry for the interruption. I am being stalked by a guy; may I sit with you while I wait for him to leave me alone?” -The woman said all nervous and shaking.

Carlos and I look at each other and nodded. We offered her to buy her something to drink so she could calm down and she accepted it, wholeheartedly.

We talked for a while, sharing laughs and stories. Apparently, she is into occult and magic stuff and talking about that stuff with us made her feel better. She then mentioned that she attended the local university and that made Carlos realize who she was.

“Hey, umm… Is your name… Jenna?” -He said.

She looked at Carlos, completely surprised, and then nodded. “Yes. How do you know my name?”

“We go to the same university. I think we are in the same classes, and also, we might have an idea of who is stalking you, mostly because my friend here had a rundown with him.”

“Oh no… You’re that poor guy. I’m so, so sorry!” -She said. “If it wasn’t for me running away the moment you crashed onto him-”

“Don’t be sorry.” -I stopped her. “You are safe and that’s what matters, so cheer up. I am more resilient than I look.” -And then I flashed her an awkward smile that made her chuckle a little.

“Oh, how I wish someone could scramble his brains or something to put him in his place!” -Jenna said, and that made Carlos look at me, with a sly smile.

“Oh yeah, if only there was someone that could do that. Someone capable of exploiting his weaknesses and make him regret all that he has done” -He said that, discreetly winking at me.

“Yeah! Fuck that guy! Hope he gets possessed, haunted, or fucked in the ass by an incubus!” -Jenna said and I almost choked on my coffee, when I heard the last part. Carlos and Jenna just laughed.

We left the café, and thought it was a better idea if she came back to our place, at least for tonight. Carlos and she can go to university together tomorrow. She agreed and thanked us. We let her take Carlos’ room (but not before making Carlos get rid of the trash in his room) and we slept together in the sofa.

Once he made sure she was asleep, Carlos said “Guess you have your first target, buddy!”.

I just gave him the most ominous smile I’ve ever done and replied “Damn right. And I’m gonna make sure he will regret everything he has done to you two. You have my word.

And believe me, I’m a man of my word.

[sweetmusingss]

Oscar was slightly annoyed when hearing what you said. He never got annoyed by you ever but nothing got under his skin like having to deal with Charles fucking Leclerc. If you were going to choose to have sex with him, you were going to have to deal with the consequence of everyone seeing him. And apparently the guy was just comfortable enough to walk around here like he owned the place. He hated how comfortable he was here and how comfortable he probably just was in your bed. He hated that he had just seen you naked a few minutes ago, knowing Charles didn’t deserve you in any way. You were too damn good for him. He knew he shouldn’t care that much because he had a girlfriend. He was just protective of his friend, that was all. He continued to glare at Charles, eating his own pancakes quietly.

Charles smirked slightly in your direction before nodding at Lando. “Yeah, we had a great night,” he said suggestively.

Oscar slid his chair across the floor the moment that he heard Charles say that, needing to get away from the prick before he said something he would regret. He walked over to the fridge too, grabbing the orange juice and pouring himself a glass. “So, are you two like in a relationship now?,” he asked you quietly, clearly irritated by the thought of that.

I roll my eyes to myself as I hear Charles’ answer to Lando’s question, wanting to reprimand Lando for asking such a question in the first place. The sex wasn’t even that good, I was too busy thinking about my best friend to properly enjoy it. I glance up at Oscar, finding it sweet that he was seeking me out, that not being something he did much of ever since that night a few weeks ago. He had definitely iced me out a bit, but it felt good that he was letting me back in... even just slightly. Normally, Oscar would’ve poured me my own glass or at least offered me one, but we still weren’t back to that area of comfort yet. Sadly. I furrow my brows at his question, scoffing and shaking my head. “No, absolutely not. I was just... I had a bad day. I needed some sort of comfort. So I drunkenly called him up.” I pull out the bottle of iced coffee that I was staring at, getting my own glass since obviously Oscar wasn’t going to offer to make it for me even though I loved how he made my coffee. Those perks of Oscar were saved for people he had feelings for apparently and that wasn’t me anymore. “Would you care if I said yes?” I don’t know what provoked me to ask him that, it being the most straightforward question I’ve ever asked him about his opinion on my relationship with Charles. He had a girlfriend now, why was he concerned about who I was or wasn’t dating?

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“Don’t even tempt me for a second, Verstappen,” I smirk softly at you before putting my seatbelt on. “I will definitely be straddling you in this car and every other car at some point though. I promise you,” I say, watching you with a dark and lustful gaze. “I am glad that you are aware that I am going to stare at you as you drive though. You are so hot and sadly, even you driving is a turn-on to me. That is how gone for you I am,” I sigh dramatically before smirking back at you. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I thought about what was going to most likely happen tonight. I squeezed my thighs together, loving the feeling of your hand on my thigh and staring back at you as you pulled out of the driveway. “You look really hot, by the way. I love the look of you on the track but I also feel special that I am getting to see you out of that Red Bull cap,” I giggle softly.

“Sadly? Why is that sadly?! I want you to always find me hot!” Max chuckled, throwing the car into drive, his hand still on your thigh as he peels out of his parking spot and heads down the road, driving a bit fast and skillfully one handed. “I think you could model a trash bag and I’d still want to bend you over and fuck you senseless so the feeling is very mutual, love.” He looks over at you and throws you a playful smirk before focusing back on the road. “I think most people think that I actually want to wear that stupid RedBull shirt and hat all day every day, like it’s my choice, and they’re always surprised when they see me in regular clothes... I would burn those stupid shirts if I could. I like the simplicity, you know? Like Charles is always wearing some ridiculous atrocious red shirt with logos all over it with a matching hat... he looks ridiculous. So I appreciate that my ‘uniform’ I guess you can call it is just the stupid t-shirt and some blue jeans... but I would love to never wear that shirt or those stupid hats ever again.” Max was known for rambling and explaining things that didn’t need to be explained, his fans coining it as ‘Maxsplaining’.

[howlingday]

Did Harley get her commupence after jaune got away from nora?

"Thank you fuh not rattin out Mama, Jauney~!" Harley pressed her lips to her son's forehead as he lay in the infirmary, which was wrapped in bandages after Nora managed to catch him.

"You're welcome, Mom." Jaune groaned. "Surprised Nora let me off so easy."

"Yeah, I can't help but wondah why." Harley asked.

Meanwhile, in another room, Nora stood in front of a trash can, holding her destroyed box of pancake flour. With a sigh, she let go of the box, condemning to already soiled goods to their fate.

The way Jaune covered his face after she yelled at him, and how he continued to shiver after that, it all made her feel... bad. Like, she was in the wrong for getting mad about this, and how she shouldn't take her anger out on others. She remembered something Ms. Harley told her about anger.

'It's natural tuh be angry, sweetie.' Harley's words echoed. 'Animals do it, humans do it, and I've even seen plants do it! But it's what ya do with dat angah that defines you.'

Nora turned away from the trash and let out a deep breath. She should probably get Jaune something for his head. It's the least she could do after she scared him into not noticing that skateboard in front of him.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Alone at Last. Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Part 2.

(Not my gif)

Summary: A few months after *part 1*. Spencer and his wife take advantage of an empty house while the kids are at school. 

TW: Mentions of taking a pregnancy test. Sex with the possibility of getting caught. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Calling Spencer “sir”. Almost getting caught during sex. Mirror sex. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Praising. Breeding. Creampie.

Word Count: 2.6k

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 She picked up the white stick from the counter, frowning at the word “NEGATIVE” that was displayed on the screen.

With a heavy sigh she threw the plastic stick away in the trash, washing her hands and going out to start her morning. Her kids still had at least 45 more minutes before they had to get up which was long enough to get their breakfast cooking.

Spencer was away on a case out of state, which meant that getting both of the kids up, fed, and to school was all up to her.

As she went down the stairs she could hear shuffling going on in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewing coffee. She peeked around the corner hesitant at first, until she recognized the back of her husband’s head.

“You’re home!” She cheers quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“I wanted to surprise you and the kids. I got in about an hour ago.” He quickly turns around and takes his wife’s face in his hands, kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She responds, resting her head against his chest. “I um… took a test this morning.” She starts.

“Yeah?”

She looks up at Spencer and bites her bottom lip, looking displeased.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Spencer says, rubbing her lower back in comfort.

“It’s been months that we’ve been trying. We didn’t have this much trouble getting pregnant with Jason and Valerie.”

“Well, with them we were younger.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” She asks, not being able to contain the laugh that was on her face.

Spencer’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake right away. “No! No! No, I’m just saying that you just turned 33 so it’s going to be harder to get pregnant. We were both in our early 20s when we had Jason.”

She sighs and nods her head. “I know. I just… I want a baby now.”

Spencer kisses her forehead and brings her in for another hug. “We’ll have another, sweetheart. But in the meantime, we get to make the baby and I know you enjoy doing that.” He whispers.

“Spencer Reid, it is 5:30 in the morning are you really trying to do this now?”

“I am.” He backs his wife against the counter and lifts her up, making her sit against the countertop.

“Spencer! We eat and cook on this counter!”

“And I’m about to eat too.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her face with her hands and Spencer wastes no time with pulling her shorts down her hips and instantly licking a long stripe up her pussy. “Fuck!” She moans quietly, her fingers intertwining his hair. “I-I know you like doing that, and-fuck- I love when you eat me out too.” She gets lost in her train of thought as Spencer flicks his tongue back and forth against her clit, making her whole body go weak. “Oh my god!” She whisper yells. “We don’t have time for this if you’re going to fuck me.”

Spencer gives a few more licks before coming up and meeting her face to face.

“Come here.” She says, kissing his lips harshly.

Spencer took advantage of the fact his wife’s legs were open, taking his fingers and slicking his fingers up and down her folds, touching the wetness and slipping his fingers in.

“Spencer!” She whines, her head falling back.

Spencer kisses her neck, lightly nipping at the skin, making her yelp a little too loudly.

She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.

“Shhh, so loud.” Spencer teases, a smile on his face.

“We have maybe 20 more minutes before the kids need to be up. We need to hurry this along.”

“Oh, so romantic baby.” Spencer says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

She hops off the counter and turns her back to him, bending over the counter. “I’m all about the romance.” She smirks, letting her shorts fall down around her ankles.

Spencer quickly fishes his cock from the zipper, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself in, a throaty groan coming from him. “Fuck baby, so wet.”

“You know you can just look at me and I get wet.” She whispers, clinging onto a clean dishrag on the counter.

Spencer kept a nice steady pace as he gripped both sides of her hips, railing into her. “You take me so well, baby.”

His wife hums in response, letting out a string of broken sobs, careful not to moan too loudly. “Baby, harder and please! I need more.”

Spencer gives her ass one harsh slap, making her yelp again. “You think you can take my cock going harder into you?” He asks, grabbing the ponytail that was going down her back and yanks it back.

“Yes sir! Yes I can take it!”

Spencer fucks into her harder, holding both of her shoulders for balance. “Sir? That’s the route you wanna go, darling?”

Just as she’s about to answer they hear a door open from upstairs followed by footsteps.

“Shit! No!” She cusses as Spencer reluctantly pulls out and helps his wife pick her shorts up and fixes them for her.

Spencer turns around to situate himself, trying to hide the evidence of what they were just doing.

She grabs the disinfectant spray and a paper towel, wiping the counter off as their son makes his way down the stairs. “Hi sweetheart.” She calls out to him.

He continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes until he sees his dad. “Dad! You’re home!” He runs to him, Spencer embracing him for a hug.

“Hey buddy.” Spencer says, holding his first born.

“Is your sister awake?” She asks Jason.

“I don’t know. I had to wake up because I heard sounds and didn’t know what it was. And then I had to go to the bathroom.”

Spencer and his wife make eye contact, his wife trying to hide the smile on her face.

“I’m going to go upstairs and wake her.”

“I’ll start on some eggs and pancakes for you guys, what do you think bud?”

She watches as Jason looks up at Spencer and nods his head, hearing him ask if he could help which made her heart feel full.

As she climbs upstairs she can feel the dull aching between her legs, something the both of them were going to have to take care of once the kids were at school.

***

“But mommy, daddy’s home! Why can’t we stay home?” Valerie asks from the back seat.

“Because you guys have to go to school. Daddy will be home when school is done.”

“But we missed him!”

“Honey, I know. I missed him too, but you guys have school, and I have work so I can’t hang out with daddy either.”

A slight lie. She did have work, but the kids didn’t need to know she took a “sick” day.

She looks back in the rear view mirror, both of her kids with a matching pout on their faces, ones that also matched Spencer’s pout. “Listen, if we go to school today, and you guys have a good day, maybe I’ll bust you guys out early on Friday and we can all go somewhere fun for the weekend. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know, we can all talk about it as a family if you guys have a good day at school today. Can we do that?”

“Okay mommy!” Valerie says loudly, a smile on her face.

“Okay.” Jason says with not as much enthusiasm as his sister.

She pulls up to the parent drop off line at school, hearing both of the kids undoing their seat belts and gathering their stuff up. “Have a good day babies, I love you.”

Both kids give her a kiss on the cheek before scooting out the car door and walking hand and hand with each other to the school.

***

She makes her way up to their bedroom, ready to pick up where she and Spencer left off this morning, only to find him fast asleep under the sheets, soft little snores filling the room. She can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked hugging one of her pillows into his chest. Slowly she closes the door and goes back downstairs to clean the mess from breakfast and start some of Spencer’s laundry from his go bag.

After a few hours of cleaning up the kitchen and catching up on some laundry, she was beyond ready for a shower. She heads upstairs, quietly gathering new clothes while Spencer slept.

When she steps out of the shower she spots Spencer leaning against the sink, making her slightly jump. “You scared me.” She says, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

“Come here.” He says, motioning her over with his hands.

She cocks her eyebrow at him and walks over to him, the towel pressed against the bottom of her face as she tries to dry it off.

“I need you.” He says, pressing her against himself.

“Yeah? Are we going to pick up where we left off this morning?” She asks, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

His body buzzed at the feeling of how wet and warm her body was against his. “Do you remember where we left off?”

“You’re the one with an eidetic memory. Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet, show me where we were… sir.” She smirks.

Spencer turns her around, her back facing him while facing the mirror. “You want me to show you, baby?” He whispers in her ear, his fingers dipping in between her legs.

“Fuck!” She moans, gripping his forearm.

“Look at that, just out of the shower and you’re already wet for me.” He growls, nipping at her neck. His fingers quickly rub at her clit, feeling how hard he was getting as he heard her moaning and felt her ass pressed against his crotch.

“Spencer, fuck me please. Please baby, please.” She was desperate to feel him inside her again after this morning.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, taking his sweatpants off to his ankles and sliding himself in painfully slow.

Both of them moan as he doesn’t miss a beat with thrusting into her in a good steady rhythm.

“Fuck that’s so good sir.” She says, looking back at him in the mirror.

Spencer takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head up, forcing her to look back at herself. “Look at you. You like looking at me fuck you? You like that, baby?” He grunts out, giving her ass a smack.

“Yes! Yes I love it! I fucking love it!” She moans back, holding the counter of the sink so she didn’t fall over. She loved watching Spencer look at her through the mirror and seeing how his mouth fell open while he railed into her, hunger in his eyes.

Spencer pulls back, turning his wife around and taking her face in his hands and kissing her harshly.

She wraps her arms around his neck while he lifts her up to sit on the counter, pulling back from the kiss. She opens her legs and smiles as  Spencer slides back in and instantly begins snapping his hips back and forth. Her own hips meet his thrusts, making her whimper as her bottoms her out. “Keep going sir!”

“Yeah baby. You’re doing such a good job taking my fucking cock baby. Such a good girl.” He says into her mouth, kissing her again. “Come here.” Spencer pulls her off the counter and brings her over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it.

She climbs onto his lap, sliding onto his cock with a pathetic whimper. She rests her forehead on his as she begins to grind herself against him, biting her lip.

Spencer grabs onto her ass and helps her fuck herself on him. He stares into her eyes, seeing her slowly fall apart on top of him. He pulls her damp hair back from her face, holding it at the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Yeah, you like fucking me don’t you?

“Yes!” She breathes out heavily. “Yes I fucking love it! Fuck you’re so deep in me sir.”

“That way I can cum deep inside you and put a baby in you. You want my baby inside you?”

“Yes I want you to give me a baby!” She almost yells, her voice echoing through the room.

Spencer kisses her lips, letting her hair go and letting it flow down her back. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you little one? You’re going to cum for me?”

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip again.

“Up. Let me fuck you.”

She stands up and sits back on the counter, massaging her clit as Spencer slides back into her.

His fingers replace hers and continues the circles. “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! Don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart. I love seeing you fall apart all because I’m touching you.” He whispers, thrusting and massaging her.

She puts her hand on the back of Spencer’s neck and pulls his head closer to hers, kissing him deeply as her body begins to tingle.

It doesn’t take much more for her to fall apart against his cock and fingers, moans getting trapped between their lips.

Spencer pulls back, letting her moans fill the room while he still massages her. “I know baby, I know that felt so good.”

Between her clenching around his cock and hearing  her desperate and broken moans, Spencer could feel himself start to lose his composure. He swipes his thumb across her bottom lip as he touches her face lovingly. His hands didn’t leave his wife’s boobs as they bounced in his line of sight. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.” He groans, sitting his eyes tight.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me! Fill me up and make me feel good.” She coos.

He manages 2 more thrusts before shooting ropes inside his wife before stalling his movements. Deep throaty moans and grunts coming from him as he calms down.

She holds his body against hers, kissing his shoulder. “That was so good.” She half laughs.

Spencer pulls out slowly, kissing her lips as he does. “Come lay with me in bed.” Spencer says, helping her off the counter and taking her to their bed.

She cuddles into his side, nuzzling her head into his neck. “I love you Spence.”

“I love you too baby.” He responds, kissing her head. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm. Perfect.”

“Not too rough?”

She laughs and kisses his cheek. “Baby no. Just because we have kids doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rough sex. Do you remember how we used to go at it before we had kids? It’s amazing how we didn’t have kids sooner.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah we would probably have a whole sports team worth of kids at this point.”

“Can we take a nap?” She asks.

“Of course. And I’ll pick the kids up from school so that you don’t have to get out of bed.”

She grabs the bed sheets and covers both of them up, nuzzling closer to him. “I have such a good husband and father of my kids.”

Spencer puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder until he hears her softly snoring next to him.

9 months later, Spencer would have two new babies to take care of alongside his wife: identical twin baby girls. Their house now up to 6.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Late Night Confessional

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: (slight) Neighbors!AU - After you come back from yet another bad date, some fluffy romantic confessionals occur between you and your neighbor. (Based off the prompt: Person A: “What would you say if I told you I was in love with you?” Person B: “That you have terrible tastes.”) A/N: Surprise, happy pride month - I write wlw, too, because I am, in fact, consider myself to be sapphic (or wlw or however you’d condier it ) :) p.s. this is an older piece of writing but i still enjoy it and wanna write more of this nature

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"Shit," you muttered as your heel got caught in a crack in the sidewalk. Furiously, you pried off the obnoxious heels and decided trucking back home barefoot was the best option. If that was what was going to get rid of any other annoyances tonight, then so be it. You were absolutely over it.

Everything had started out fine — which was what got you — but shit turned south once he opened his mouth. He was a date you had met on one of those dating apps. You couldn’t remember which one since they’ve all just started blending together from the obsessive swiping and small talk.

With him, though, it didn’t seem so bad at first. You two texted for a few weeks and seemed to really vibe with one another. Even when you first sat down at the bar, you thought for a second this could work well.  

Then he started to get handsy — drunk and handsy. In your experience, it was never a good combination and you kicked yourself for not seeing how it was going to go once he started throwing back drinks. It happened very quickly and right there in the bar. It made you want to pull your hair out.

You felt you had been so blind. What man strung a girl on for almost a month just to be hunting down a quick lay? This man — and he might as well have just admitted it to you. He liked the chase. He liked the resistance with you, he admitted when his hand began to wander. You had been a hard one to "reel in" and at that comment, you pushed him off the stool and marched out of the bar.

It didn’t make sense, but what could you do about it anymore? All that was left was to march back to your apartment, pour a hefty glass of wine, and indulge in a long bubble bath. Maybe relationships weren’t your thing, maybe love needed to take a back seat, you contemplated.

You let out a sigh of relief once you made it to your apartment building. You were suddenly overly thankful you had set up the date at a bar close to you.

After punching in the entry code, you made your way up the stairs still barefoot. Concentrated on not stepping on any trash or scraps, you didn’t see someone at the top of the landing. Unexpectedly, you collided, both of you fumbling backwards a bit. You heard a basket hit the ground as your shoes landed on the stairs with an unpleasant bang.

"Jesus, I’m so-," you began, fumbling for your shoes, as your eyes registered the person you ran into. It was was your neighbor and, arguably, best friend Natasha. She looked a bit exhausted herself. Her hair was in shambles and she wore pajamas — not something you quite always saw her in. She was usually much more together during the day so this get-up always made you chuckle. "Sorry, Nat, seriously didn’t see you there."

She smiled back, collecting her laundry back into the bin, "You end up going blind tonight, hon?"

You shook your head, playfully rolling your eyes. Scoffing, you said, "That’d be the cherry on top tonight."

Natasha looked back at you with a frown. She took in your appearance — knee-length flowy dress, pantyhose, jean jacket, and barefoot with heels dangling in your hand.

"Date went sour?" She asked, a hint of actual wonder in her voice. That was what you loved about her. Not only was she a good (quiet) neighbor, she was also a… friend. Yeah, a friend. She didn’t make your heart jump or stomach do backflips with the looks she’d shoot you. She certainly didn’t make you blush when she actually took interest in your problems or interests. It was just friendly.

You nodded, "He buttered me up for almost a month just to try to get me in bed. Scores points for dedication, I guess."

Natasha picked up her laundry and motioned for you to follow her. You made your way, shoulder-to-shoulder, suppressing any other thoughts, to her apartment. Unlocking it, you followed her to her living room where you could finally sit and relax your feet. Natasha stood by the side table, folding the laundry.

"Did he at least buy your drinks?" Natasha asked.

You laughed, "Nope."

She rolled her eyes as she threw a folded t-shirt on the coffee table.

"Was there any conversation?"

"At first," you shrugged. "It turned unbearable pretty fast. He was such a great guy in text messages, though, that’s what I cannot get over."

She finished up folding the basic stuff like t-shirts and jeans and abandoned the rest to come sit next to you on the couch. It was such a sudden movement your heart nearly jumped.

"Well," Natasha began, getting situated on the couch. She sat criss-cross with her back to the other couch arm, facing you. You shifted in your seat to copy her stance. "Men can be super weird — hell, anyone can be super weird — but, at least you tried it. You seem very persistent when it comes to dating."

You felt yourself blushing as Natasha gave you her world-famous knowing smirk. She knew you too well. She’d seen you after nearly every date that went down the drain. She sat through the rants and wine nights offering something to you and each time, feelings kept building. But it could never — could it?

You started playing with your fingers and averted your gaze to the leather couch, praying she didn’t pick up any signs even though that was impossible. The woman was trained. She was one hell of a superhero — not to even mention her lengthy past — she knew what you were doing, but didn’t give any notions of it.

"Yeah, well, it may be time I give it up for a bit,"

The words even just leaving your mouth stung. You didn’t want to give it up — you just wanted something that appeared forbidden. No woman you went out with and certainly no man you ever encountered could compare to the red-head staring at you.

"Well," Natasha sighed, her gaze averting to her kitchen. "What would you say if I told you I was in love with you?"

Time froze. Your focus on the couch got more intense. Your heart dropped a hundred floors. You didn’t even know if you could properly move. She didn’t say that — did she? Are you just imagining what you wanted to hear? It was a joke, right? It was a joke. Just a nice little fib, two besties playing around, you decided.

Composing yourself the best you could, with a shaky voice you tried to casually respond, "That you have terrible taste."

You thew in a chuckle at the end, trying to show you knew it was a joke and that you could play along — but Natasha’s look didn’t match that. Her gaze came back to you, jaw slightly dropped. She readjusted herself to sit up straight, taking a much more serious position.

"Y/N, I’m serious," she said, carefully, enunciating every letter it felt like. Her eyes were so strong, it pulled you almost. Her tone was one with her — serious and never shifting.

She… she had. She had done that and it wasn’t a stupid prank or something. Someone actually good and caring in this world was taking an interest in you. Fuck, she loved you and you loved her… but you hadn’t said it yet. Oh shit, you hadn’t said a substantial word yet. Natasha was starting to get uncomfortable with the stunned silence but just as she was about to ask you to leave, your brain found your voice.

"I love you," you blurted out with all the force you could muster. Gosh, you hadn’t even admitted that to yourself but it was true. It felt good to say, good to accept. Of course you loved her. She’d stay up with you gossiping or discussing another crappy man from Tinder. You two had regular Sunday brunches at the pancake house down the street neither of you dared to miss. She’d indulge in your interests, watching the twinkle in your eyes while you’d be there ready to set out for whatever new adventure she wanted to take. Heck, she even managed to drag you camping — you hated camping but you loved her and that was all that mattered. You spent so much time hunting the web for your soulmate when really she just lived across the hall.

"You- you mean that?" Natasha’s voice was suddenly so soft. You had never heard her like this. She seemed… nervous. Soft and nervous. She was just as unsure as you were and that was understandable.

"Yeah," You chuckled, a smile playing at your lips. "I do mean it. I love you. I- I think I have for a while."

Natasha spent a second looking for any hints of lying before quickly placing her lips on yours. The movement came at you so fast, you both nearly fell off the couch, but once your brain registered, your lips moved like they belonged. She gripped your waist as the passion in the kiss drove up. Your arms found their way around her neck, your hands playing with strings of her hair.

She broke away for a second and whispered, very much out of breath, "I love you. I’ve always loved you."

You chuckled and whispered it right back. The passion matched the kiss and you pulled her down, sinking into the couch, hands wandering recklessly.

[paralleledmediaexperience]

right before my birthday back in May someone made a post about Jack needing more love and hugs, and I had this idea in the tags and then went and wrote about a thousand words of this and then. forgot it existed!! anyway I’ve mostly polished it up now. enjoy Jack telling one of his dads he loves him and then not only being hugged but also hearing it back!! it’s what our boy deserves!!!!!

Now with part two!!!!!

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Jack hadn’t meant to fix everything, in his defense. Yes, they’d defeated god with his powers, which had unintentionally released Amara, who had agreed to take her brother’s powers from Jack and then let the world mostly be as long as she got the chance to see him every once in a while. She’d returned the universe to normal, with a few additions for their happiness, as Amara had said. Dean had choked out Cas’ name, and Amara had frowned before replying that it might take a bit more time. 

They had gone back to the bunker and then the bunker had been thoroughly overrun the whole next week by- it seemed- everyone the Winchesters knew, including a few faces who were apparently as back from the dead by Amara’s hand as Mary was last time she owed a Winchester a favor. Through it all- old friends and odd allies and more- Jack knows Dean isn’t doing well. Isn’t sleeping well. There’s only been one night- well, Jack hadn’t seen Dean drinking but he’d heard Sam’s arguing and Dean’s short, choppy answers, and it was familiar enough.

He’d googled “what to do when my dad misses someone and we can’t talk to them yet,” and wikihow had good suggestions- he’d read through the sections for both short-term separations, and managing the death of a loved one. He hadn’t really been able to figure out which would be more helpful. It had turned out to be the death of a loved one, which… shouldn’t be surprising, no matter that Cas would be back. Soon. 

He couldn’t make Dean do any of the things on the list, but it had suggested that the person would like to feel loved during their time of grieving.

And when he’d searched “how to make someone feel loved,” the first article had said the easiest way was simply to tell them. So when Dean hands him a plate of pancakes with the bacon cooked just how Jack likes it, Jack thinks it’s such a small thing to make his heart feel so big and warm. And he smiles and says, “Thanks Dean. I love you.”

Unfortunately, Jack hasn’t actually grabbed the plate when he says this, and Dean’s hands drop it. The sound of the plate shattering on the tile is only half as upsetting as the wounded look in Dean’s eyes as he looks back at Jack. And Jack isn’t sure why it went so wrong but he looks away immediately, the shame of causing that hurt somehow and the slow horror of realizing he’d ruined the breakfast that Dean had made him turning his stomach into knots. He steps back almost unconsciously before remembering the plate had just broken, and in just his socks, a piece of ceramic jabs into his heel and slices him open, and he actually can’t help the small cry of surprise and pain that slips out.

“Jeez, kid,” Dean breathes out, and Jack gets pushed into the nearest chair. “Get that out of your foot while I clean this up.”

The warm feeling in his chest was gone, pressed into something cold and tight in Jack’s throat. He’d just- the article had said it makes people happy to hear they are loved in times of grief. 

He watches, silent as Dean turns off the stove and sweeps up the wasted food and plate pieces, soundly dumping it in the trash before digging under the sink for a second and coming out with a clean dishrag and a box of bandaids. It’s only when he sees Dean stop and take a quiet, private shuddering breath to forcibly relax his tensed shoulders that he lowers his gaze again. He picks the sharp sliver of plate out of his skin through the sock before peeling it off to examine the cut it left. Very shallow, but it still stretches two inches along on the inside of his heel, the blood sluggishly dripping out. 

It’s not bad, but very inconvenient, so he almost heals it before remembering that Amara had said not to use his powers after she took Chuck’s powers. Not until she returned and okayed it, at least. He sighs, pinching it together with his fingers, half heartedly wishing it had been more awkward and antagonistic between his aunt and his dads, so he could have maybe convinced Dean that they shouldn’t listen to what Amara told him to do. It probably wouldn’t have worked anyway.

He hears Dean turn the water on to damp the cloth, but he can’t make himself look back up again. His gaze goes back down to the floor as Dean starts to turn back toward him, focusing on the small smear of red on the floor, where Dean had dragged the broom through the spots of blood he’d left.

He raises his hands as Dean approaches, ready to be handed the stuff to bandage himself up, but Dean just beats them away as he sits down next to Jack, hunching in as he grabs the injured foot. Jack still feels unbearably small in the silence between them, both him and Dean leaning in and feeling small and unwilling to speak as he wipes away the blood and then dries the skin around it. Jack grabs two of the bandaids and opens them, and Dean wraps them around the cut before patting it and drawing away, and Jack doesn’t know what else to do.

“Sorry,” He says softly, because he isn’t sure what he did wrong but it hurt Dean. And he wasn’t even angry, Jack could tell, cause his shoulders hadn’t tensed the way they did when Dean was trying not to lash out- they’d tensed the way they did when Dean was trying not to fall apart. Jack’s felt like he had to know the difference for a while now.

“Jack,” Dean says, and it’s so sharp that Jack jerks up to look at him. Had he read that wrong? Was Dean angry? But when he meets Dean’s eyes it’s still that hurting, the one that Jack could remember all the way from back when he was a newborn, or something close to it. “No, you don’t-” Dean lifted a hand to his face and dragged it down with a rough breath, and Jack wasn’t expecting him to look back at him but he did, eyes burning into Jack’s. “You don’t have to be sorry. That was on me- I dropped the plate.”

Jack tries not to squirm, because it’s not about the plate, is it? The food had been thrown away and the plate had hurt him, but he’d said he loved Dean and that had made him drop it. “I’m sorry that I-”

“Jack,” Dean cuts across again, and this time his brows are drawing together the way they do when he’s angry. But he looks away from Jack again, and he can tell somehow that it’s not anger at him. Dean doesn’t even want Jack to be looking at this anger. “You say whatever you want, okay? I’m not upset that you said it.”

It isn't that he thinks Dean doesn’t mean the words, but Jack’s also not sure Dean believes them either. “I am, though,” he says, petulant, crossing his arms and letting his foot fall back down to the ground, ignoring the bite of pain from treating the cut so roughly. “If it hurt you, I shouldn’t have-”

Dean cuts him off again. “No. Jack, that’s-” He struggles for a second, but Jack just wants to understand. Unbidden, he holds his breath and Dean draws his in, trying to find the words.

“You get to love me if you want to,” Dean grinds out, and Jack realizes there are tears gathering along his lower lashes. “And you get to tell me if you want to. This hurt ain’t about you.”

That does clear it up, somehow, and Jack nods and looks back down at his hands, realizing there’s still blood on his fingers, too. Dean turns away enough that they can almost pretend he’s not rubbing the tears out of his eyes. “I won’t say it if you don’t want me to either, though,” he says, and he grabs the cloth from the table where Dean had left it, finding a clean spot on the damp corner and using it.

“That ain’t how it works, kid.” He doesn’t elaborate. He just grabs the box of bandaids and closes it before gathering up the paper wrapping. It gets thrown out, and the box stowed back under the sink, and then Jack is just staring at Dean.

“How does it work?” 

They both stop. Jack didn’t expect to actually let the question out, but it’s off of his lips before he can seal them. 

Dean is frozen, staring at him.

“Not like that,” Dean says eventually, weariness dripping from each word. “Jack, do you… do you want us to say…”

He doesn’t say it, the kitchen fan blowing white noise into the quiet air between them. Jack knows that he could ask and Dean would say it right now. Dean always gives the people he loves what they want, what they need, and this would just be the next thing he could offer. Something he could give.

“I don’t need you to.” Jack says, honestly. “I know. I just wanted you to hear it, because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to say it to you.”

Dean squints at him. “You... “ His eyes are wet again. Without warning, Dean grabs him and pulls him up, into a hug, and Jack grabs back as tight as he can, feeling lost. But it’s good, it’s good just like every time Dean hugs him. He squeezes his eyes shut tight as if he can’t feel the tears welling up in his own eyes, hot and stinging. “I love you too, Jack. I don’t get- you and-” Dean sputters off, still holding him. “If you want to hear it, you let me know. I’ll get better at it.”

“Maybe every once in a while,” Jack says, trying not to let his voice sound like he’s crying. It does anyway.

“Alright then,” Dean says, and he squeezes him one more time before letting go, turning away abruptly and bustling back to the stove. Jack wipes his eyes on his sleeve, his whole chest feeling empty and full all at once. The rag had fallen out of his hands sometime in their conversation, and he leans down to grab it, pausing to wipe up the blood on the floor. Dean comes back a minute later and pulls it out of his hand before passing him another plate. “Here, since the last one humpty-dumpty’d.”

They don’t continue the conversation. Jack eats his breakfast as Dean fixes himself another cup of coffee, and they sit quietly, waiting for Cas to come home.

[tobesolonely]

it’s not christmas ‘til you come home

a/n: hello!! please enjoy this piece from my dad!harry universe! (u dont have to read any of them for it to make sense, but it would be cool if u did! loosely based on it’s not christmas ‘til you come home by norah jones <3 hope you enjoy! thank u to @harryysstyless​ for beta reading for me!! happy holidays everyone :)

warnings: SMUT, a bit of angst <3 word count: ~5.1k 

my ko-fi! thank you :)

December 23rd, 2:00 PM

For as long as you and Harry have been in a relationship, you’ve never not spent a Christmas together. 

Before expanding your family, you and he used to hop from party to party every Christmas Eve. Both of you would be absolutely trashed by the time Harry’s driver would drop you off at his house in the early hours of the morning. You’d sleep in until approximately noon, willing your hangovers to go away before finally making it down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee. The two of you would then make your way into the living room and exchange gifts (where Harry always went way over the budget you’d set). 

Once you had your first child, Allison, your yearly tradition of party hopping and getting so drunk you could hardly put one foot in front of the other was no more. Instead, you and Harry opted for calm nights in, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa until she eventually grew tired and got carried up to bed. You would wait an hour or so before springing into action, playing Santa and setting out all of the gifts she asked for and then some. Harry never forgot to take a big bite out of the cookie and carrot left out for Santa and his reindeer.

This tradition stayed the same once your second baby, Oliver, was born. Even though he was too young to know what was going on, Harry was still excited to spoil him rotten this year as it was his first Christmas. However, given the current state of the world, you were afraid Harry would not be here for the first time ever.

“Mumma, when’s daddy coming home?” your six-year-old, Ally, asked for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon. “I made him a drawing for his gift ‘nd I can’t wait for him to see it!”

“Let me see what you drew for Daddy, love bug,” you say cheerily, purposefully glossing over her question. Ally proudly holds her drawing up next to her face. She looks up at you with wide eyes, awaiting a compliment from you. 

“That’s gorgeous, bug! Daddy’s gonna love it,” you inform her. “Maybe you can stick a lil’ bow on it and set it under the tree for him, hmm?” 

“Good idea, Mumma!” Ally runs to the box where you kept all the supplies for gift wrapping, digging around for a pink bow to stick on the corner of her drawing.

While she’s preoccupied with finding the perfect bow to place on her drawing for Harry, you take a quick glance at your phone. He still hadn’t gotten back to you since last night’s quick conversation when he very briefly mentioned he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it home.

He was filming in Los Angeles. You shared your uncertainties about him going before he departed but in the end, this was an opportunity you didn’t want him to miss out on. You read the Los Angeles Times free articles on your phone daily, keeping track of the state of the pandemic in Southern California. You knew it was much worse there than it was at home in London. You feared what you were afraid of was sadly bound to happen— Harry may get stuck in LA.

You didn’t want to say anything to your curious daughter because communication with him had been so sparse. You didn’t know anything for certain yet. But what were you supposed to think? You knew flying nationally wasn’t a good idea at the moment, never mind internationally.

“Hey bug, d’ya think you can watch your brother for a moment? Mumma’s gotta go make a phone call.” 

You hear your daughter let out a slightly irritated sigh. “I suppose I can, Mumma.” Ally responds with a voice laced with exasperation. You chuckle slightly under your breath at your overly dramatic (much like her dad) six-year-old and head into the kitchen, quickly dialing your husband’s familiar number.

“Hello?” 

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Harry’s low, hoarse voice. 

“Hi, honey. Just checkin’ in to see how things are going…” you hear shuffling on his end. “It’s December 23rd, you know.”

“I know, love.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Six in tha’ mornin’ here.”

“I’m sorry, H. S’just Allison keeps on askin’ when you’ll be home and ‘m just so worried you won’t make it home on time and you’ll miss Oliver’s first Christmas—“

“Darling,” Harry interrupts your anxiety-fueled ramble. “‘M gonna make it home. Have I ever not been there when I said I would?” 

“No,” you say quietly. “I’m just worried, Harry. I hear traveling is going to get very strict because they’re trying to prevent people from going anywhere for Christmas…”

“Fine, then I’ll get my own plane with jus’ me and a pilot. Wear a mask the entire time and whatnot. Yanno I can make that happen if it’s necessary, pet.” 

Harry’s calm demeanor about the whole situation brings you a bit of peace. Perhaps you were catastrophizing something that wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was a mere two minutes ago. If he wasn’t worried about not making it home, you didn’t see any reason to stress about it— not for one second longer.

“Okay then,” you reply, still a bit wary of his travel plans. “What shall I tell your daughter? She’s drivin’ me up the walls asking where you are every twenty minutes.”

Your husband lets out a breathy laugh, causing you to giggle along with him. “Tell her not to eat up all the Christmas cookies before I get a taste of one.”

December 24th, 8:45 AM

Part of you was hoping you’d wake up on Christmas Eve and Harry would be tucked into bed next to you, plump lips parted, the sound of his snores the only noise in the room. However, you were a rational woman, if nothing else. You knew he wouldn’t be by your side when you woke up. 

You make your way down the hall and peek inside your son’s room. He was fast asleep, plump thumb in his mouth. You smile at your sleeping baby and gently close the door behind you, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer before waking him up to feed him. 

Next, you walk to your daughter's room, gently pushing open the door in case she was still sleeping. Instead, you find her sat at her desk, deeply focused on what appeared to be another drawing. 

“Good morning, lovebug,” you greet your daughter in a sing-songy voice. “You’re up early. What are you working on?”

“Makin’ a letter for Santa,” she replies, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. 

“A letter for Santa?” You start racking your brain for anything you and Harry could’ve possibly forgotten to get for Ally, but you finished your Christmas shopping for your children way back in November.

“Yes,” she answers matter-of-factly. “‘M askin’ him to make sure my Daddy is home by tonight so we can eat cookies together and watch Toy Story, Mumma.” 

“I’m sure Santa will make that happen for you,” you reassure her. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, been so helpful with Olly and doin’ so well in school. The least Santa can do is get you whatever you want.” You see her smile as she digs around in her crayon box.

“Can we wait ‘til Daddy gets home to make Santa’s cookies, Mumma?”

“Sure we can, bug,” Ally claps her hands together excitedly, bouncing around in her tiny chair. “Gonna go make some pancakes, does that sound yummy?”

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes please?”

“Are you askin’ me that because your dad isn’t here to throw a fit about it?” You give her a knowing smile, causing her to giggle.

“Maaaaybe…” Your daughter turns to face you, swinging her legs back and forth.

“If I make your chocolate chip pancakes, you can’t tell your dad. Deal?” You hold up your pinky. Ally gets up and runs to you and you bend down slightly so she can link her finger with yours.

“I pinky promise, Mumma!”

“Our little secret, yeah?” she nods. “Keep an ear out for your brother for me, bug. I’ll be downstairs.”

December 24th, 3:00 PM

“Love? ‘M afraid I got some bad news...”

As soon as Harry’s voice comes through on the other line, you can tell whatever news he’s about to share with you won’t be what you’re wanting to hear.

“What is it?”

It’s silent for what feels like entirely too long. You get up from your position on the couch next to Ally, telling her you’ll be right back. After breakfast, she convinced you to watch Toy Story with her, which quickly turned into a whole Disney movie marathon.

“Not so sure I’ll be able to make it home.”

You’re not sure if it’s his calm tone that bothers you, the fact that you didn’t want him to go to Los Angeles in the first place, or simply the fact that you and your children missed him terribly and haven’t seen him in nearly a month–– but your mood changes from relaxed to undeniably outraged in three seconds flat.

“You’re kidding.” Your tone is sharp, venomous. Harry once again takes a moment before responding, knowing that the current tone of your voice means he’d best proceed with caution.

“‘M not, love. I woke up early and everything to try and get this sorted out, it’s 7 AM so I was gonna try and catch an early flight––”

“I told you I didn’t want you going to LA,” you cut him off, voice rising slightly. “You knew how bad the pandemic was getting there. I told you this would happen.”

“What do you suppose I do then, Y/N?” His tone is becoming equally as sharp. “Y’want me to tell ‘em, “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck about the travel restrictions. My wife wants me home so let's make it happen!” ‘S that what you want me to do?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Harry,” you spit. “I’ll give the phone to your daughter and you can tell her you won’t be home in time for Christmas, then.”

“Y/N…” his tone is calm again. Fearful. “Don’t make me do that.”

“She woke up early to write a letter to Santa to tell him she wants you home by tonight, Harry,” your tone softens as well. “Even Olly has been asking for you. Swear his new favorite word is ‘dada’.” He laughs at this as do you, and the shared tension that was present just minutes ago dissipates. 

“Just… lemme try a few more things before I tell her, yeah?”

“Harry, it’s already three here,” you gently remind him. “Even if you do make it home today, she’ll be asleep by the time you’re home. I think you just need to tell her.”

Your husband sighs, knowing you were undeniably correct. “Alright. Give Allison the phone, please.”

December 24th, 8 PM

“Almost time for you to head to bed soon, yeah Allybug?” Your daughter lets out a loud sigh in response, not shifting her gaze from the television to you. Ever since Harry told her he wouldn’t be home in time to eat cookies with her, she’s hardly said a word. She’s never experienced a Christmas Eve without her father so understandably, she was missing him tonight.

You shift Olly, who was falling asleep nursing on your lap, into a different position so you could face your daughter directly. From your new position, you can see just how tired she looks. 

“‘M not sleepy, Mumma. Gonna stay up and wait for Daddy,” she informs you of her new plans. “When Daddy is home that’s when it’s time for bed.”

“Ally, remember what Daddy told you on the phone earlier? Santa won’t come unless you go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she’s quickly starting to grow upset. “Not until Daddy tucks me in!”

You purse your lips, not wanting to argue with your headstrong daughter when your son was so close to drifting off into his nightly milk coma. Turning your attention back to the movie that was quietly playing on the television, you decide to drop it for now and try again later.

December 24th, 9:05 PM

Not more than an hour later, Olly is upstairs in his crib fast asleep whilst Ally is still laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, fighting sleep. She was determined to stay up until her father walked through the front door, and you knew getting her to agree to go to bed was going to be a battle and a half.

“You’re not ready to go to bed yet, Ally?” Her eyes fly open once she hears you addressing her.

“Not yet, Mumma. ‘M not sleepy yet.” Her words are a little slurred due to the exhausted state she was in. You hum in response.

“Could’ve sworn your eyes just shut for a minute there,” you pause for a second to see if she’ll look your way. “Must’ve just been my old lady eyes playin’ tricks on me, y’think?”

“I wasn’t sleeping!” She immediately defends herself, frown lines indenting her forehead. “Can we drink more hot chocolate?”

You knew if you wanted your daughter to fall asleep within the hour, another sugar rush wasn’t the best idea. You instead offer her a hot cup of sleepytime tea and she excitedly agrees once you tell her it’s her father’s favorite type of tea to drink at bedtime. You place her down on the kitchen counter while you fill the kettle and wait for it to whistle.

“What are you looking forward to the most from Santa, bug?” 

Her eyes light up at your question. “Well, I really want a new bike! ‘Member Mumma? How I asked him for a pink bike? And I also want a cool swing set! Since we haven’t been able to go to the park in so long,” her smile falters and she looks down at her dangling feet. “I want Daddy to come home the mostest, though.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to break in two upon hearing your daughter admit that Harry being home would be the greatest gift of all. “So do I, lovebug. He’ll be here in the mornin’ to watch you and your brother open all the gifts Santa got you though, don’t you worry.”

For everyone’s sake, you hoped that was true.

December 24th, 11:50 PM

Sleep wasn’t coming easy. 

You finally got your daughter to bed at around ten o’clock and waited thirty minutes before laying out your children’s gifts. It took much longer than it usually did considering you had to do it all on your own. Harry was usually the one to quickly assemble the larger toys while you laid everything out around the living room. 

Despite it taking longer than desired, you were proud that you got it all done without waking your children up. Consequently, that meant you were now left all alone with your thoughts considering you had no more tasks to occupy yourself with. 

You kept contemplating calling Harry, but you weren’t sure if he was busy on set or not. Surely he was immersing himself in work to distract himself from the fact he would not be spending Christmas with his family. 

Deciding you may need a cup of the sleepytime tea you offered Allison earlier, you quietly get out of bed and open your door, sock-clad feet padding softly against the wooden floors. It’s unnervingly silent in your home–– the tea kettle coming to a boil being the only source of noise. You keep unlocking and re-locking your phone, finally deciding to call your husband to see how he’s spending his day. It goes to automatic voicemail.

You assume the reason for this must be that he’s busy filming on set and set your phone down with a sigh, standing on your tiptoes to retrieve a mug from the cabinet. You mutter a slew of curse words under your breath intended for Harry who always puts the mugs up far too high even though you tell him not to.

Right as you begin pouring the now boiling water into your teacup, the faint jingling of your front door causes you to startle so badly that you nearly drop the kettle on the ground. You try to think back to everything Harry ever told you to do in the event of an intruder but your mind goes blank from fright. Deciding to use the scalding water as your weapon, you slowly creep towards the door, your only plan being to fling the water on whoever it was as soon as they got the door open. As soon as you hear the lock click, you flick the lid open that covers the spout and draw your arm back.

“Shit––”

“Harry?”

Your husband jumps slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the dark living room. You reach beside him and quickly turn on the light, shakily letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He looks exhausted, his hair is an absolute mess, and his eyes are red from sleep deprivation–– but he’s home. You set the tea kettle down on the coffee table and fling yourself into his arms, breathing in the scent of the man you haven’t seen in a month. He drops his bags at his feet so he can properly embrace you, pulling you into him.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays like that for a moment saying nothing, just breathing you in. “Missed ya so fuckin’ much.

“How? I thought…” you trail off. “You said that they said…”

Harry laughs quietly. “Remember what I told ya? I said to ‘em, ‘Don’t give a fuck about your travel restrictions! M’wife wants me home.’” You laugh at him, knowing he was far too kind to talk to anyone that way. 

“Yeah, okay,” you reply sarcastically. You pull him in for another hug, placing wet kisses along his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re home. The kids are gonna be over the moon, especially Allison.” Harry hums, surveying the room.

“Looks like you did a good job in here, Mrs. Claus. See ya even assembled some toys all by yourself,” he quirks an eyebrow. “Were you jus’ pretendin’ not to know how to do it all these years so I’d be stuck with all the hard labor?”

“Maybe.”

He pulls you back into him, tickling your sides. “My sneaky girl,” he bends down so his lips are level with your neck and sucks gently, causing you to let out a quiet moan. You see his eyes land on the tea kettle that was sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “Making a cuppa? Can I have one? ‘M freezin’.”

“I can think of something else we can do to get you warmed up,” you reach for his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “If you know what I’m gettin’ at.”

“Hmm…” Harry releases one of his hands from your grip and taps at his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Not too sure I can say I know what you’re sayin’. Maybe you should just tell me?”

You frown. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Y’know I’d give you the entire world if you asked me for it. All you gotta do is tell me what you want from me and it’s yours–– ‘m sure you’ve known that since the first day we met, though.” Harry takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. Even in his thick winter coat, you can see the way his biceps flex, and it makes you even more feral for him.

“Fine,” you say quietly, feeling yourself start to grow shy under his intense gaze. “I’m kinda... in the mood.” You say it so softly that it would most likely be inaudible to Harry if he wasn’t standing mere inches away from you. Harry throws his head back in laughter and you quickly shush him, not wanting any of your children to wake up.

“In the mood? C’mon, pet,” he uncrosses his arms and reaches for one of your hands. “Tha’s not tellin’ me what you want from me. Tell me exactly what you want, lovie.”

“You know what I want, H,” you tell him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “It’s been a month. Yanno I want you to fuck me, why are you makin’ me say it?”

Harry gives you a shit-eating grin. “You jus’ said it. I didn’t make you say anything.”

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, already in the process of lifting your nightshirt (one of his old t-shirts that’s become just a little too tight on him) over your head. “Are we gonna get to it or not? Because if not, I’ll just go back to makin’ myself some tea and call it a night––”

Harry takes half a step towards you and reaches up to cup your face, colliding his lips with yours. His lips are a little chapped and taste of his favorite rose lip balm. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, knees going weak as he walks you back onto the couch.

“You’ve been eatin’ up all the sugar cookies, haven’t you? Can taste it on ya. Thought those were for Santa,” he’s pulled away from you to examine your face. “A bit naughty of you, wouldn’t ya say?”

“Please stop referring to yourself as Santa when we’re about to have sex, Harry.”

“You’re not bein’ very kind to the person that’s about to go down on you, are you?” He sucks harshly on the valley between your breasts, wanting to be sure a deep-colored bruise will appear on your skin later. “That’s okay. It is Christmas, after all. ‘M in a giving mood.”

“Stop talking and get to it then.”

Harry slides off the couch and onto his knees in between your legs, gently kissing your thighs. “Cute pair of undies–– s’like you knew I was comin’ home tonight.” Before you can respond Harry’s fingers are tugging at the waistband of your underwear, eager to get them off of you. He presses light kisses to your core, mumbling about how much he missed the smell of you and how sweet you tasted. 

One hand is resting across your stomach while the other one is in between your folds, spreading you open. You try squeezing your thighs around his head, overwhelmed by the feeling of your husband’s lips around your clit after being away from him for so long, but he removes his hand from your stomach and pushes your thighs back apart.

“Feels so good,” you’re breathless, tangling your fingers in Harry’s hair as his hollowed cheeks begin to suck more roughly on your clit. “Missed you so much. Missed this–– us.” 

Harry pauses momentarily to look up at you. “I know, angel. God, do I know.” He attaches his lips back on you, swirling his tongue around your clit as you  choke back your moans. The hand that is holding you open moves down to toy at your slit as he wordlessly checks to see if you’re okay with his fingers being in you. 

“Please,” you say softly, encouraging his next move. He spits on his index and pointer finger before slowly sliding both of them in you, immediately curling them up. “Oh, Harry. Fuckin’ love when you do tha’...”

“Know you do,” His response is curt, simple. He’s focused on the task at hand–– getting you off. He uses the hand that’s lying across your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, sensing you’re nearing your orgasm from the way you’re starting to clench around him. “Such a good girl fo’ me, darlin’. Gonna make a mess on my fingers in a second, aren’t you?”

You nod as you try to control your breathing and the loudness of your moans. The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to come down to inspect the source of the noise. “Fuck, Harry.” 

“Come on, darlin’,” he gently pinches your clit, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. “Gimme a good one. A lil’ welcome back gift for me, hmm?” 

Your hips are bucking up to the rhythm of his fingers slipping in and out of you as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Har, I’m close…” it comes out sounding more like a warning than a statement. He moves the two fingers he has inside of you in a back and forth motion, coaxing your first orgasm out of you.

“Tha’s my girl,” he whispers, not stopping his movements even as your back arches as your first orgasm rolls over you like a giant wave. “Givin’ me a good one jus’ like I knew you would. Jus’ like you always do. M’ sweet girl.” As you’re starting to still, Harry pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth, instructing you to suck them clean. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can properly lean in to steal a kiss from him and notice a rather sizable tent has formed in his pants. Harry gives you a sheepish grin as he palms himself, hissing from the feel of his palm against his cock.

“Want me to do somethin’ about that?” You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to you, signaling for your husband to sit beside you. He lifts himself from his seated position, stretching his legs out a bit before plopping down beside you.

“Are you offerin’ me a blowie?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Can we skip that an’ you can jus’ ride me instead? Think I’d quite like that.”

“Oh you would, would ya?”

Harry nods and unzips his pants, taking himself out. He licks his hand and gives himself a few pumps. “Still on birth control, I’m assuming?”

You roll your eyes as you move to straddle him. “Only been gone for a month, Harry. Of course ‘m still on it, you goof.”

“Can never be too careful. I don’t think now’s a good time for another lil’ one, do you? Think we should at least celebrate Oliver’s first birthday before we try for another one.” His hands are on his hips as he lines you up over his cock, helping you slowly sink down. You missed the burn of him which was even more intense than it usually was considering it’s been a while since he’s taken you.

“I think you’re right,” you reply. You rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust to the size of him, needing to take a moment to yourself before attempting to move. After a short adjustment period you begin rolling your hips, grinding against him in a way that was also bringing pleasure to your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your last orgasm.

Harry’s eyes are fixated on the way your breasts bounce in front of him, the way your stomach slightly jiggles each time you crash back down onto him. His lips are caught in between his teeth; you’re hoping he doesn’t break any skin so you don’t have to hear him whine about how badly the bruise hurts him later.

“Ridin’ me like your life depends on it,” Harry mutters. “Fuckin’ love takin’ you like this, angel. So fuckin’ deep.”

You simply hum in agreement, brain far too foggy to form a coherent sentence. Harry notices your movements starting to become smaller, lazier, so he puts his hands on your hips and decides to take over. He’s thrusting up into you like you’ll up and run away from him if he doesn’t give it his all. He cups your face with one hand and gently guides you towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“Fuck, H,” your eyes are squeezed shut and your wrap your arms around his neck, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching. “Rub my clit please, almost there.”

Harry’s fingers immediately come down to rub at your slick nub, not faltering his relentless pace in the slightest. “Clench around me again, lovie,” his voice is higher than usual, whiny, and you know your husband is just as close as you are. “Love when you do tha’, jus’ need you to do it one more time.”

You do as he wishes once more, knowing once he cums you’ll be directly behind him. Harry lets out a string of expletives as he releases inside of you, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rides out his orgasm. You continue riding him, not slowly down as you chase your own release next.

“Harry,” you’re in a trance-like state, chanting his name over and over as you bring yourself over the edge. “Harry, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly, rubbing your back as you rest your head on his shoulder while you catch your breath. You feel him beginning to soften inside of you so you lift yourself off and lay back on the couch, legs still shaking. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes as the two of you reveal in the afterglow of your orgasms, Harry gently running his fingers along your leg.

“Round two in the shower?”

December 25th, 6:42 AM

“Mumma! Santa came and he left lots of toys–– Daddy?”

Harry lets out a dramatic “oof!” as Ally jumps onto him, pulling the covers back. Her eyes are wide and she giggles are Harry pulls her into one of his infamous bear hugs, placing kisses all over his face.

“Mornin’, love bug! What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“It’s Christmas, Daddy! Santa came!” she sits back on her feet, a confused look on her face. “Did Santa bring you on his sleigh last night after me ‘n Olly went to bed?”

“Y’know what? He told me to keep it a secret, but he did,” Allison gasps in response to his news as she processes it, placing a little hand over her mouth. Harry sits up and gets out of bed, scooping her up in the process. “How ‘bout we go make Mum a cuppa before we see what Santa got for you and Olly? Tha’ sound good? Let’s let them sleep for a while longer, hmm?”

As you hear them exit the room you take a second to reflect on how lucky you are to spend another Christmas with you beautiful family before drifting back off into a deep, albeit short, sleep.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Hey Sweetheart,

I’m so sorry something triggered you earlier. I’m glad I sent that last letter just in time then. Even if it may have only helped a little. I hope you’re able to sleep well tonight and get plenty of rest. Also, I hope waking up you feel better. I responded to your answers to the questions I asked and answered them too. Figured it would help you get to know me more.

1. I’ve been wanting to read a Stephen King novel for a while but I’m currently reading The Hollow Ones by Guillermo Del Toro and chuck Hogan. I love the show Twin Peaks! I was super unaware there was a book!!

2. That’s so cool you got to go ghost hunting with the cast of ghost hunters! I think ghost hunting is really cool and I definitely plan to do it at least once someday. My favorite memory is when I scared the shit out of a group of NFL players in a haunted maze when I was dressed as a vampire.

3. Picking at/biting your lips can count. As much as I love reading, whether it’s books or fanfics, I have a habit of my eyes skipping ahead on me and reading further ahead. I used to skip to the last page to read the last sentence but I haven’t done that in a few years.

4. Do you have an idea of what kind of book you would want to publish? I would love to finally write a movie script. I don’t care if it gets used or not. Just the idea of finally accomplishing that, would be amazing.

5. It’s terrible that people think it’s okay to yell at or berate wait staff and retail workers. I’m one of those people who go out of my way to stack up the plates and trash at the end of the table when I go to restaurants. The people who think it’s okay to cheat don’t deserve to be loved or be in relationships period. I hate how people don’t realize how easy it is to put in effort to make the relationship work.

6. Pancakes are hands down the best!

7. Vampires are really interesting. I’d definitely pick that one too

8. I have a family that’s so big I wouldn’t want to wish it on anyone. I’d honestly rather be in a small family

9. I never got to grow up in one place, not military. And honestly it really hurt my childhood.

10. Seeing yourself happy, being published, owning a home, and having a family are really great goals. I could definitely say the same for myself with the addition of being more well traveled.

11. My funniest experience involved me getting a C.A.T. scan. So the radiology tech asked if I ever had surgery to have anything removed or metal added in. Without missing a beat I said, “nope I’m still a whole person.” I’ve never heard someone laugh that hard in my entire life. I really must have caught her off guard with that one.

12. Eyes are what I notice first too. There’s so much you can tell about someone with how they express their emotions by their eyes. I also look at body language too. People can lie but their bodies tell the truth.

13. That’s a really good goal. I’ve been feeling nostalgic for the Christmases we had as kids. So I’m really trying to emulate that this year.

14. I’m going to be honest, I was super nervous but excited when I sent the first ask. I get that same feeling every time I hit submit. I’m enjoying getting to know you more.

Honestly if you ever need/want to vent about anything and everything I’m here for you. Just call out to me in a post and I’ll be there.

Song to go with this letter: Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

-Your Secret Admirer

awww thank you, and thank you for providing those answers! if you want some Stephen King recs, my favorites of his are the stand, the dark tower series, the shining, and salem’s lot! the stand is massive, both editions, but I recommend the uncut version! it’s longer, but it includes everything that his publisher made him cut out to shorten the length of the original novel. as for twin peaks, there are actually three books! the secret history of twin peaks and the final dossier (don’t read that last one unless & until you’ve seen season 3!), and the secret diary of laura palmer. i recommend all three, if you’re a big fan of the show!

i love your favorite memories and other things as well! as for what book i wanna publish, im currently slowly working on a horror novel right now! I’d like to try & get it published someday, if I ever get it done and ready. what about your movie script?

[darkacademicfrom2021]

The Dark Team (part 13)

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Warnings: creepy man, hungover (alcohol mentions), abduction mentions.

Chirping birds woke you up as the light hit your face. It was a slightly sunny morning, you could see. A cold one, too. Your head ached; yesterday’s wine was stronger than you’d think. You remembered very little, and the hangover weighed on your feet as you tried to stand up. Soon, that weight redistributed up to your head, dizziness almost throwing you back in bed.

With much more effort than before, you got up and walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing around. Last night, a sticky kid fell asleep on the doorframe. You chuckled and decided to not wake him up. Loki was nowhere to be found; must be sleeping in his own room, if he had one by then.

An ibuprofen and some cold water later, you checked the time. It was so early; six in the morning. You decided to get working already; maybe someone on the team was awake. If not, you could at least take things off your to-do list for the day and get time free at noon to play videogames with Peter, or help him with that Lego Stark Tower he has been trying to build for almost two weeks now. A nice walk in the park to get some fresh air until some coffee shop opened; that’s what you needed.

The streets were emptier than you’d imagine, and then you realized it was saturday. Peeping in, a coffee shop next block was already opening, and people were lining up to get in. You made sure to have brought money and a laptop with you, and as you reached your pockets you realized you had your suit on, under normal clothes. Well, at least I’m prepared for anything now. Even a sunday morning in a lovely coffee shop, you thought, laughing to yourself. If Tony saw you like this, he’d recall that word he says you inherited from him. Paranoid. But no, Stark, I’m just hungover. Good to know your first instinct once you get up off bed is to suit up. Tony'd be proud. And a little disappointed, too.

You got a table far from the window, wall behind your back making sure nobody could eye your laptop. Once you were settled in and your coffee was getting cold, you started working. You were so glad you were out of the public eye, so you could afford yourself all of these outside activities. Sounded stupid, but if you were to have dinner with Sam, or Steve, or Thor, you’d have to also deal with paparazzis all night long. Actually, in dining out with Thor, paparazzis would be the least of your problems.

“Hey”, greeted Bucky from the other line. “It’s so early, what are you doing up?”.

“Buck, it’s already ten”.

“Oh”, he said, and you heard a sliding curtain by his side. “Oh, there it is. Sunlight”.

“Why are your times all twisted?”.

“We stayed up until five”.

“Doing what?”.

“Let’s say the mini bar was not so mini”.

“Oh my God”, you laughed, and checked for your work on the laptop. “At this point, I think the only one who didn’t get drunk last night is Spidey. Ah. Listen, I’ve arranged today’s plan, and it has to go right or else you can get abducted again. And we don’t want that, okay?”.

“I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now. Didn’t we already get the stick?”.

“That’s the point, there’s more… you know, bottles hanging around” you lowered your voice. The coffee shop was almost empty, but just in case, you kept it under your breath. “That’s why you gotta get into Hydra’s last base again. Do not go alone”.

You instructed Bucky and then he tried his best to put you on speaker to the rest of the team, but failed. None of them could actually figure out how to do it; Steve was even less familiar with cell phones, and Thor… well, not even elaborating on him. The only Asgardian who seemed familiar enough with Midgard’s technologies was sleeping soundly on the compound. You had to explain the plan thoroughly another two times individually, and then finally hung up and got to work, sending them coordinates and turning off Hydra’s hacked security cameras.

Once they were already in, you had not much more to do. At least for a few hours, they’d be completely submerged in there, and your help wasn’t needed anymore. You still planned for some outcomes and didn’t even notice the man standing in front of you.

“Excus…”.

“OH... my God”, you gasped, taking yourself off your hyper focused state. The man chuckled. His teeth, yellow, seemed like he didn’t know anything about dental hygiene. His clothes were perfectly cleaned, though, in a tidy office-type suit; but his hair was hidden by a peaked cap that barely let you see his eye expressions. Very weird looking. Hard to read. Just now unemployed? Dressed like that to get attention? You frowned and closed all tabs, opening a fake account of email and some cheap online magazine. “What do you need?”.

“Can I sit here?”.

“No”.

He smiled weirdly and manspreaded in the chair you told him not to sit in. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What are you doing?”, he asked.

You ignore him and keep pretending to read your mails, eyeing how many people were in there too. It was getting fuller than before. If he wanted to steal your laptop he’d have to do it in front of all of these people, and cross the whole coffee shop. He wasn’t planning on stealing. You made a security copy of all the files anyways.

“You have pretty eyes”.

You ignored him again, but now understood his intentions. God, people could be so shameless sometimes. You literally told him to go away. You’ll repeat it, just in case he would actually listen this time.

“Go away”.

He chuckled and stayed in place.

“I just want to talk, sweetie”.

“Sure. I’m not interested”.

“You have a boyfriend?”.

“I have a very strong fist”.

He got closer, leaning on the table, and lowering his voice said “You’re working on the supersoldiers mission, yes?”.

You froze. Suddenly, the creepy man was a bigger threat than you’d anticipated. Your hand hovered over the gun in your pocket, holding strong eye contact with him.

“Who are you?”.

“What do you have in your pocket?”, he teased.

“Wanna find out?”, you threatened.

Looking over his shoulder, an all-too-familiar fifteen year old hid behind a pile of coffee cups from the bar counter, holding his breath to not laugh. You sighed and broke the tension.

“Funny. Very funny. I almost shoot you, you know”.

“That’s not a very good instinct”.

“Not an instinct, I truly wanted to shoot you”.

“You sure were, pancake”, he said as he transformed back into himself, still in those ugly clothes covering half his face. As he looked down to himself, he frowned and changed his clothes to an Asgardian armor. “But your mortal bullets would be no more than a caress to my skin”.

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?”, you cocked your gun, joking. He laughed, and Peter got increasingly nervous as you played with your toys in a public and safe place, surrounded by civilians. “Don’t worry, Pete, it’s fake”.

Peter sighed in relief as you clarified and put it back in your pocket, and Loki smirked, knowing perfectly well you just lied.

“Why don’t we get something to drink, too, mr. Loki?”.

“Yeah, whatever you want, kid”.

“Not a kid”.

“Apologies. Actually, can you order it? I’m afraid Midgardians don’t usually take kindly to my presence”, he asked. Peter nodded.

“I do, mr. Loki”.

"What?".

"Take it kindky".

Loki smiled and raised his eyebrows, a bit confused. Muttered an “I’m glad” and instructed him to get an americano, while you packed your laptop in the backpack.

"How's the incognito working out for you in your shiny armor?"

"Better than before. At least now I'm comfortable while getting the same bad looks I always get anyways".

"Shapeshifter can't manage to hide, how ironic", you said, giving him one of the new earbuds, with an attachable mic. "Since you have good strategy plans and you sort of know what you're doing, work with me".

"I thought we were already working together. You know, in this stupid thing called The Dark...".

"Yeah", you interrupted him, rolling your eyes once again. "From behind the scenes, I mean. This is so you can listen to whatever my earbud hears. Don't bite your tongue if you have any inputs, I'm running out of solutions".

Your phone rang again as you were getting up.

“Yes?”.

“It’s all gone to trash, y/n. We need a new plan, I can’t find Buck anywhere. What’s your backup?”, rushed Steve’s voice. It sounded like it was from a public service phone, and the static didn’t let you hear Steve’s surroundings. Loki looked at the floor, concentrating. He didn't find anything either, and was too far away to read his mind.

“Wait. What do you mean you can’t find him? You were supposed to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t get kidnapped again”, you said, opening your laptop again and looking for Bucky’s location. He didn’t have it on him.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant with ‘it’s all gone to trash’”.

“Okay, don’t freak out. Where are you?”.

“Hydra’s last base, top of the buil…”.

“Hold up, I have another incoming call”. You put him on hold and see who’s calling. It was Bucky, this time. You sigh out of relief. Peter watched you two concerned while approaching you with two coffee cups. You gestured to him to not talk, and Loki had started to type things in your computer. “Buck, where are you? What happened?”.

On the other side of the line, you didn’t get a specific answer. You heard muffled noises that you still couldn’t quite figure out what they meant, and more than one person behind the phone.

“Buck, you there?”, you asked once again. Bucky’s voice filled the silence with a heartrending scream of agony. You almost dropped your phone, and your heart beated to the speed of light. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They have him. “Buck!”.

“Three hours”, called someone, probably one of the Hydra butchers. “You have three hours”.

“Three hours for what?!”, you tried to hold them on the line while tracing the call. It was from a specific coordinate, nobody could get there unless they teleported. Luckily, you had the perfect person for the job. Loki looked at you quizzically.

"Do we not have better people on it? Can't Stark go?".

You returned to Steve’s call, while thinking about some other alternative than taking you three there (including Peter). “They have Bucky. Location’s very far away from where we all are, so you try to get out of there and go to Asgard with Thor; they’ll try to kidnap you too, and Hydra’s resources are global. No, don’t argue, you screw up, now you do exactly as I say”.

“Do you think they’re the same that hijacked the ship on the first part of the mission?”, asked Loki once you cut the call.

“They might. We have to go get him, there's no other way. The rest of the team comes back tomorrow and they can't leave”.

“No, I have to go”, said Loki. “But I’m supposed to stay with you two and make sure you’re not endangered, and I’m sure if I leave you here all alone, you’ll try to come by your own means”.

“Which means”, you added, “if you take us with you, you can make sure we don’t endanger ourselves”.

“This is a terrible idea”.

“But the only one so far”, you convinced him. “Pete, feeling like going on a dangerous mission?”.

“Hell yeah!”, he said eagerly. Loki was not very fond of his enthusiasm.

“I can do this”, you assured him. “Do you trust me?”.

“Yes”. He didn’t hesitate. “But I don’t trust them. You two will stay behind me facing the danger, alright? Nothing of wanting to play heroes”.

“Got it. Let’s suit up, fellas. Bucky’s waiting”.

[lesdemonium]

romtober day 16: right person in front of them the whole time

Rating: T Ship: Geraskier Word Count: 2019 Summary: Geralt and Jaskier do not have the best luck when it comes to dating. At least they have each other there to make up for bad attempts.

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“Oh no,” Jaskier said in lieu of a greeting as he answered his phone. “If you’re calling me, that must mean things are not going well.”

“Her wallet is filled with pictures of her cats,” Geralt answered with a huff.

“You love cats!”

“She has at least ten. She lost count.” Geralt did not sound amused, but Jaskier could not hold back his snicker. “She told me all of their names, and each one was more ridiculous than the last.”

“Okay, you can’t judge her on that. You’ve named every cat you’ve owned Roach,” Jaskier countered.

“I’ve owned two. At different times!”

Jaskier snorted and, though Geralt couldn’t see him, he rolled his eyes. He leaned back into his couch and balanced the phone on his shoulder as he tried to eat the noodles he had prepared. It wasn’t going well, but he hadn’t expected it to.

“So, are you coming over, or what?” Jaskier asked with a mouthful of noodles, which mostly made it to his mouth. Who was going to judge him? Geralt?

“Yeah. Open your door.”

Jaskier jumped a little at the rap at the door. As he got up, and put his dinner down, he ended the call and fixed Geralt with his best withering stare as he pulled the door open. “You know, it’s a little suspect that you manage to get inside the security door every single time without my help,” Jaskier said, though he stepped back to let Geralt in.

“You spilled something on your shirt.”

Jaskier huffed, but it was largely for show. Seconds later, they were sat on the couch together, their bodies so close they touched every time either one of them moved. Geralt moaned about Jaskier eating messily, and Jaskier ate even messier just to bother Geralt. It was nice. It was far better than Jaskier’s plans of a night to himself watching trash T.V.

“So, she wasn’t the one?” Jaskier asked, some time later. Geralt only snorted in answer.

--

Jaskier was more than a little drunk. And more than a little sad. And setting his drop-off address for the Uber to be his best friend’s apartment probably wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had, but it also wasn’t the worst. The jury was out on which of his decisions was the worst, but Jaskier was sure Geralt and Yennefer both had a few ideas, and it was definitely not this particular decision.

It was the decision that made him feel the most comforted, however, and that was what Jaskier needed right now. Even if Geralt took a little too long to open the door after Jaskier knocked. He grew anxious, in that time, and began to bite on his thumb nail as he considered his options. He couldn’t call another Uber--his phone was about dead. He couldn't walk home, it was entirely too far. Jaskier knocked again.

Geralt’s glaring face greeted him a second later.

“It’s the middle of the night, Jas--”

He barely got the words out before Jaskier forced himself past Geralt and into the apartment. Jaskier stopped, though, because really his plan had only gone as far as to get him inside, and now that he was standing in the entryway he didn’t know what to do with his hands, his body, anything.

“I think I’m going to be alone forever,” Jaskier finally said, and his shoulders slumped.

Geralt hesitated a second, then Jaskier heard the door close. “Come on,” Geralt said, taking Jaskier’s forearm and pulling him to the couch. He sat Jaskier down on it and handed him a blanket. The only way he could have made Jaskier feel more like a child would have been by laying the blanket out for him, but Jaskier found himself comforted rather than condescended to. It was nice.

“You and Virginia broke up?” Geralt asked some time later as he sat on the couch beside Jaskier and handed him a cup of tea. Jaskier nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

So they didn’t. Instead, Geralt told Jaskier all about Ciri’s middle school drama and the dog he had helped rehabilitate that day. Jaskier didn’t tell Geralt about anything of consequence, only listened quietly--unless the story called for an interruption, as middle school drama often did--until he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, he was in Geralt’s bed, and the apartment smelled like pancakes and syrup.

--

He hasn’t shown up.

Jaskier didn’t often use punctuation in his texting--that was more Geralt’s bag. But this situation called for punctuation. Of course his first attempt at a date after his breakup would result in Jaskier getting stood up. It only made sense. Still, it was embarrassing, and Jaskier kept ducking his head to avoid the pitying glance his waitress gave him.

When were you supposed to meet? Geralt sent back.

Jaskier huffed. Half an hour ago. This was stupid. I knew it was too early, too unlikely. He could probably smell the desperation.

Where are you at? The restaurant still?

Yeah. Though I’m about to leave. I can’t take the shame anymore.

Give it ten more minutes.

When the waitress came back, Jaskier offered her an apologetic smile. “No, sorry, still not here. Might as well just--”

“Sorry I’m late.”

Jaskier looked up, astonished, to see Geralt sliding into the chair across from him. Geralt hardly looked at Jaskier, though. Instead, he smiled at the waitress and ordered a bottle of wine and an appetizer Jaskier hadn’t even looked at.

“Geralt,” Jaskier said, once the waitress had left. There was a bit of a spring in her step now, as if she was pleased at the way things turned out. “What are you doing here?”

Geralt shrugged, then took a sip from the water in front of him. All the ice had melted and it was close to overflowing. “No sense in wasting an evening. I was hungry.”

Jaskier beamed at his friend and rolled his eyes, but let the matter drop entirely. This was a far better way to have dinner, anyway. Jaskier probably wouldn’t have wound up liking the guy. And Geralt had much better taste in appetizers, Jaskier was sure.

--

Geralt didn’t even bother knocking before he opened the door. Jaskier only just barely masked his shriek with a gasp, but didn’t manage to do the same with his jump, and as a result banged his head on the cabinet he had just opened. He wasn’t sure which look was more unimpressed--Geralt’s or his own.

“Who just walks in like that, Geralt?” Jaskier demanded, crossing his arms.

“Who just leaves their apartment door unlocked?” Geralt countered.

Jaskier shrugged, and instead of pulling out one plate for himself, he pulled out two. He put his dinner--a pasta dish, and really he needed to figure out cooking something other than carbs, but they had to stop tasting so good--and held it out as a silent offer to Geralt. As Jaskier suspected, he took the plate, then sat at Jaskier’s very-unused table. Ugh. That meant Jaskier would have to sit there, too.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Jaskier asked as he sat across from Geralt. “Didn’t you have a date tonight? I thought this one was promising.”

Geralt shrugged and didn’t even look up from his plate. “I cancelled. It didn’t seem worth it. The last four dates haven’t gone well, why would this one?”

“You didn’t even give him a chance,” Jaskier said, pointing his fork at Geralt. “What if he was the one?”

Geralt snorted and finally met Jaskier’s eye. “I highly doubt he was the one. I’m taking a break from it all. I only signed up for the stupid app in the first place because you and Yen wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m just… not interested.” 

Jaskier sighed dramatically, but pressed no further. Geralt seemed as if his mind was made up, and nothing Jaskier said at this point would change it. As he thought on it, though, Jaskier wasn’t sure he even wanted to change Geralt’s mind.

--

Geralt was definitely ignoring him. Jaskier was standing there, dressed up, holding dinner from Geralt’s favorite restaurant and a bag of goodies, pounding on the door, and Geralt was ignoring him. Jaskier refused to let this happen, however.

“Geralt, I know you’re in there. Ciri told me you were home tonight!” Jaskier called through the door. He had paused his knocking just long enough to say that, but he started up again, this time with far more force than was necessary. So much force that when Geralt swung the door open, Jaskier staggered forward, caught off guard.

“Jesus, Jaskier, what?”

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Jaskier asked, straightening up and grinning at Geralt.

Geralt glared at him for a moment, but eventually he stepped back and motioned for Jaskier to enter. Jaskier set down his bags of goodies and turned to Geralt, suddenly flustered beyond belief.

“Right, well…” he started, then trailed off. He hadn’t let himself think of his speech--it made him too nervous. But now that he felt woefully underprepared, he wished he had run through it in front of the mirror a few times.

“What, Jaskier?” Geralt asked. His eyebrow raised and he looked over at the bags, then up and down Jaskier himself. “Are you okay?”

“I brought--” Jaskier started, then paused. He cleared his throat, then motioned toward the bags. “I brought food. And. Some other things. To make this… big gesture. But, I have to get something out first.” Jaskier stopped, then met Geralt’s eye. Geralt just watched him expectantly. “You’re not dating anyone.”

Geralt clearly hadn’t expected that, judging by the way his face scrunched up in confusion. “No, obviously I’m not.”

“Do you--want to date me?” Jaskier asked, then winced. Fuck. That hadn’t been part of even his hasty planning.

“Jaskier, what--” Geralt asked, his eyes wide, but Jaskier barrelled on.

“You’re my best friend. And. And I love spending time with you, and things are so easy between us, and whenever I’m upset, you’re the only one I want to see. Whenever I’m happy about something, I want to tell you first. Nothing has ever worked, no other relationship I’ve had, but this one always works. And for the longest time, I was afraid that… pushing things further would ruin things for us. That if we brought feelings into this, that we’d lose what we have.” He paused, and took a deep breath. “But I’m not afraid anymore.”

Geralt watched him, but his face betrayed nothing to Jaskier. Except maybe a bit of disbelief. That was okay, Jaskier could give him time to process this. After he finished.

“I think I love you. I think I’ve loved you for a really, really long time. I think you love me, too. I think that’s why you decided to stop dating.”

Jaskier stepped closer. He walked right up to Geralt, then stopped when there was just an inch between their feet. Geralt could close the gap, or not, with very little effort. If only he took it.

“That’s… an interesting conclusion to come to,” Geralt answered, and his voice was the picture of calm and collected. The way his eyes darted around Jaskier’s face told Jaskier a different story. Jaskier grinned.

“It’s the right one.”

“You sound sure,” Geralt answered. Jaskier saw the barest hint of a smile, right there, at the corner of Geralt’s mouth.

“I am.”

Geralt stared at him a moment longer, and Jaskier let out a huff.

“Geralt, I don’t mean to push you, but I kind of bared my soul there. If you could throw me some kind of bone, or kiss me, or--or do something other than just stare at me like a--”

Geralt’s answer was to cup Jaskier’s face between his hands and drag him in for a kiss. Jaskier didn’t mind being interrupted. He also didn’t mind that their food grew cold; he barely even noticed. All that mattered was that he was right, and Geralt was a fantastic kisser.

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TikTok Challenge: prank wars

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The prank wars had started and you were cautious.

Angel hasn’t made his move, but you knew it wouldn’t be long. 

He would give you such a sweet smile that you would check everything around you. The sweet smile would turn devilish and he would just blow you a kiss.

Every time he offered you food, you had your son check it first cause Angel wouldn’t want to involve them, at least you would hope so. 

It’s been a month and Angel hasn’t done anything, so your guard was done.

Your first mistake.

You yawned exiting your car in the garage. You ran your fingers through your hair, glad you dried your hair at your friend’s place before coming home. You can just go straight to sleep and not worry about anything till you wake up. It was now August and the pandemic showed signs of slowing down before the surge happened again.

Unlocking the door, it was uncharacteristically dark. You tried to turn on your lights, but it was off. Now you became nervous, unsure of why the lights would not be turning on.

Was there a blackout?

You had texted Angel and he told you that he would wait for you.

“Babe,” you called out. 

No answer.

Shit, what if something happened?

You placed your bags down by the entrance of the laundry room, taking your phone out for the camera. You cautiously moved it around, and was glad the coast was clear. You looked at the kitchen and nothing was amiss. You were nervous that something happened to your family. Going further in the house, you shone your flashlight down the living room and everything was good, with a few toys lying around. Shining it down the hall, you saw a hooded figure, but you turned away, doing a double take. When the light shone down the hall, the figure turned around and their face resembled the Nun from the Conjuring series. Your face paled and the scream escaped your lips before you could think of staying quiet due to your children. The figure ran down the hall and you made a run towards the back door, but the figure grabbed you.

“ANGEL!” You screamed for your husband. Your screams muffled Angel’s laughs. His smell was what gave him away as you fell on the floor, Angel growling at you.

He took off his mask, his laughter filling your ears as you heard your heartbeat profusely. The tears fell before you could stop it, covering your face as Angel gave you the scare of your life.

“Gotcha reina,” Angel managed to say in between his laughter. He laid on the floor, rolling in laughter.

You glared at him as you watched him laugh.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” You wiped your tears, standing up from your position on the floor.

“Aw come on mi amor, you asked for this. You were pranking me! I told you I was going to get you back.” Angel stood up as well, trying to wrap his arms around you and you pushed him away. 

“Fuck you Angel.”

You moved towards your room.

Angel wanted to play, you fucking got him.

But Angel’s pranks didn’t stop there. 

The next day, you were setting up your sons for lunch. Thiago was seated next to you while Raphael was right next to Angel. You were helping Raphael with his pancakes, cutting it for your son.

Angel watched you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He made breakfast today to make up for his prank earlier this morning. You were still narrowing your eyes at him, the chuckle that would escape his lips whenever he caught your eyes would annoy the fuck out of you.

“Come on baby, I’m sorry.” Angel placed his hand on top of yours, but you smacked his hand away. “See I told you, you can’t take a joke.” He further teased you.

“I can take a joke, you gave me a heart attack this morning.” You glared at him again.

Angel laughed. “But it was pretty funny.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” You already had a few pranks in your head. You would spread it out so you could truly get him.

You took a big bite of your pancakes and the spiciness immediately seeped in. You looked down and saw that the inside of your pancakes was red. It was red velvet which makes sense, but why was it so spicy?

You looked over at your husband who was laughing his ass off. You ran to the trash can and spat the pancakes out. Taking milk and a cup out, you poured the milk inside and chugged it down.

Angel was laughing while your two sons looked at you curiously.

“Mama, you okay?” Thiago questioned.

You placed the glass down and the longer taste of spice was still there. “Yeah baby, mama is good.” Angel blew you a kiss and you flipped him off when both of your sons weren’t working. “Oh, it’s on baby.”

A week later, it was your turn to get Angel back. He didn’t do anything else the rest of the week, citing that he wanted to give your heart a break.

You handed Thiago your phone. The rubber snake in your hand was creeping you out but you were trying to get Angel back for his ridiculous pranks. 

“You got it baby?” Thiago held a thumbs up. Your baby boy was quite well versed with TikTok. 

“So, my husband has been pranking me, being such a big meanie. So I decided to get him back. Prank wars baby.” You held up the rubber snake.

You quietly open the door to your room and went inside the master bathroom. Thiago stayed outside, the shower covered by the curtain. You smirked and threw the rubber snake over shower rod. 

“The fuck?” You heard before the yell. “BABE!”

You busted out laughing, Angel poking his head out. Thiago was laughing as well. Thiago stopped recording and sat on the floor, laughing at his father.

Angel glared at you two, finishing off his shower. You told Thiago to prepare for dinner while you picked up your phone on the ground. As you picked up your phone, Angel came behind you and smacked your ass. 

“Angel!” You turned around and you tried to prevent your mouth from dropping. Your eyes roamed around your husband’s impressive physique, water dripping down his body. Angel smirked, his towel wrapped around his waist. He threw the rubber snake on the floor. “Good prank huh?”

“Absolutely mi reina, but you keep pushing the right buttons and I’m gonna be edging you all night long.”

Your thigh squeezed together, biting down on your lips.

Angel was too much. 

You set up your camera, hiding it near the television so it could see Angel playing his game and you playing your latest prank on him.

You enter the living room after you put your boys down for a nap. Walking over to Angel, you sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He turned to placed a kiss on the top of your head before focusing on his game once again.

“EZ if you can’t memorize the map, what are you good for?” Angel snapped, groaning when Angel was killed again. “Coco, where the fuck are you?”

“Babe,” you called out.

“Hmm,” his eyes drifted to you for a brief moment, awaiting for your words.

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” He pressed his lips against yours, quickly going back to his game.

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“What you do?” Angel eyed you curiously, but his eyes were still on the game.

“Rico, I hit your bike.”

Angel froze. “My bike? I just went out and checked on it and it’s fine.” Then what you called him register. “Hold the fuck up, who the fuck is Rico?”

“Rico? I didn’t say Rico, I said chico.” Which was a nickname you did call Angel when you were messing with him, trying to be a smart ass.

“Ezekiel, did you just hear my ex-wife call me mother fucking Rico?” He placed the controlled down, turning to you as you feign confusion.

“You ain’t leaving me, ex-wife.” You scoffed. “You’re hearing things, I fucking said Chico.”

“Your wife definitely said Rico.” EZ shouldn’t be involved but he knew you were fucking with Angel. And he could never pass up a chance to fuck with his older brother.

“You saying I can’t hear querida? You said fucking Rico.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Is that your side piece? Thiago said his name too, got me fucked up baby. I’m gonna fucking shoot this mother fucker.” Angel stood up.

You laughed, pulling him down. “Babe, stop, I’m kidding.” You point at the hidden camera. 

Angel took off his headsets, cupping your face and pressing his lips against yours. “I’m calling pops, he can take care of the boys for the next few days.” His hands moved down to your ass, grabbing it before he gave you a quick swat.

You bit back a moan. “Why?”

“Cause I’m about to tear that pussy up, you wanna keep playing with daddy?” He slipped his hand under your shorts, groaning to already find you wet. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you moaned. “Daddy is gonna play with you for the next few days.”

“Angel, fuck baby.” You whimpered, trying to move away from your husband. 

Angel had your hands tied to the belt tied to the headboard. You couldn’t exactly move since Angel had your legs pinned to your chest as he edged you over and over again with your rabbit vibrator. 

“Daddy, please,” you pleaded. This has been ongoing for forty five minutes and there was just so much you could take. You tried to rub against him or close your eyes and think of anything that would ease anything, but there was no way you could do that with Angel in between your fucking legs.

“You keep playing pranks on daddy, I need to teach you a lesson.” He bent down and licked in between your folds, causing you to shudder. Angel slipped his fingers inside your pussy. You felt so exposed with how Angel had your legs pushed against your chest. He looked down at you like a predator hunting it’s prey and it made you so fucking wet.

You knew Angel wasn’t exactly upset since he knew you were joking around.

But Angel has always been possessive.

It wasn’t worrying.

But you were his, and he was yours.

“You’re just clenching daddy’s fingers huh? Who the fuck is Rico?” He growled into your ear.

“Please daddy, I’m sorry.” You gripped the belt that had you tied up, moving your hips against his fingers.

He slapped your clit and you moaned loudly, your back arching.

“Who the fuck is Rico?”

“A co-worker.” You looked down at Angel, and you could feel his warm breath close to your folds. He latched his lips around your clit, sucking it in.

“Jesus fucking christ!” You arched your back again. “Daddy please let me cum.”

“You gonna be a good girl?” 

“Yes, I will be.” You won’t but that’s why you and Angel worked so well together.

“Whose pussy is this mami?”

“Yours daddy, just yours.” You felt that familiar coil that you feel has been stationary at the pit of your stomach. Angel continued to finger you, rubbing your clit as you came. You sobbed out Angel’s name, his fingers always worked such magic on you. He continued to rub your clit, fingers thrusting in and out, another orgasm coming right after.

The sweat made your body look more immaculate than before. Angel always liked watching you coming down from your high, the way, you tried to catch your breath. You would wet your lips, looking up at the roof.

“You okay?” Angel questioned, not wanting to push you even though seeing you with tears on your eyes made him feel fucking accomplished. 

You nodded your head. 

“You ready for that quarantine baby?”

You laughed. “You want another baby?”

“I told you, I wanted to keep you pregnant and I intend on keeping my promise baby.” Angel moved up your body, his hands resting on either side of your head, he grinded down onto your folds, a moan escaping your lips. “We going to have a girl this time and when we do, I’m going to fucking spoil her just like I spoil my queen.”

“Daddy, please let me touch you.” You begged, tugging on your restraints.

“I don’t know, you like fucking with daddy so much.” He tapped his cock against your clit, little jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. “So you’re just gonna take daddy’s dick like the good girl I know you are.” Angel slid inside of you, the stretch always felt so good. With him having your legs pinned down, there was nothing you could do but take him in.

When he bottomed out, Angel said your name, his hand wrapping around your throat. You whimpered, feeling every inch of him as he pulled out slowly and slammed his cock back in. Every time he did so, you moaned.

“This tight little pussy is always hungry for daddy, isn’t she?”

“Yes daddy, always.” You breathed out.

Angel increased his pace, thrusting in and out of you. It wasn’t long till you felt that familiar feeling build at the pit of your stomach. 

“Can’t wait till you're pregnant again baby girl, you’re always so horny for daddy when you are.” You groaned, knowing it was the truth. You couldn’t keep your hands of Angel when you were pregnant and he honestly wasn’t complaining. “Clenching my dick again mami, you coming?”

You couldn’t even reply as you arch your back, an ‘o’ forming on your lips. Angel chuckled as your legs were shaking, the orgasm always so intense.

“Damn baby, always making you shake.”

You couldn’t even reply. Angel was such a little shit.

Yes, he was good at fucking and his dick was definitely A plus. But you wouldn’t let it get to his head.

“My vibrator can do the same thing Angel.” You looked up at him and the dark look on his eyes and face said it all.

You were in trouble and you had to hold back a moan.

Fucking with your husband was the best thing ever.

And you knew the war wasn’t over. 

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