#guess who's going to be sitting in the driveway of their new place babysitting a bunch of boxes all day

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I hate!!! when I tell someone something clearly and far in advance!!!! and they don't listen!!!!! and it becomes my problem!!!!!!

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Take a Chance

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you go the Barton house, you meet a newly welcomed to the family Natasha.

Note: So, this would take place right after Natasha moved to America and joined shield. I think this version of Nat we briefly saw in BW deserves to be explored more so here’s my little shot at it. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

It has been almost two months since Clint and Laura last asked you to babysit their children. You are worried you have done something wrong, so you decide to go to their house after work and see the family.

As you pull into the driveway, you notice that Lila is outside playing on the porch. You park and wave to her excitedly.

“Hi Lila!” You greet her as you walk up the front steps.

“Hi!” The little girl says. She’s drawing while sitting in the rocking chair. You get closer to see her work when suddenly a weight crashes into you and you’re on the ground.

“Who are you? What do you want with us?” A woman’s voice says from above you. She straddles you and holds you down with her legs.

“I’m y/n. Who are you?” You ask her. Wrong question. She presses her thigh further into your neck and you feel the air leaving you.

And then suddenly a release in pressure comes, and the woman is pulled off of you.

You look up to see Clint holding her back and talking to her.

“It’s okay. She’s harmless. She’s just the babysitter,” Clint explains.

He then moves past the redhead and offers you a hand to help you off the ground.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, pretty sure I just lost a year of my life from the stress of that but I’m fine,” you joke.

“Why don’t you come inside? Laura made some fresh apple pie today that will make you feel better,” Clint says.

You follow him inside and the mystery woman follows both of you. She keeps close like she is worried to let you out of her sight.

“So, how’s everyone doing? I was worried since I haven’t heard from you in a while,” you say to Clint as you enter the kitchen.

“Yeah, about that. We have a new addition to the family,” he gestures to the woman. “And we were trying to acclimate her the best possible without many outside factors.”

“Got it,” you say.

You knew Clint worked for a government agency and this is probably someone he’s been put in charge of teaching the ropes.

“I’m y/n, by the way. I know I said that out there but in here you may hear me better than when your thighs were pressing on my airway,” you say to the woman, reaching your hand out.

“I’m Natasha,” is all she offers along with her own hand to shake yours.

“Natasha here is Lila’s new best friend,” Clint says. You gasp exaggeratedly.

“Wow, I’ve lost my title,” you say.

The woman, Natasha, lets out a soft laugh and you notice how beautiful she is. There’s a certain beauty in the way she carries herself and you are absolutely captivated.

“You two would actually really benefit from knowing each other. Me and Laura can only teach her so much about American culture,” Clint says.

"Coop and Lila know more than you two do,” Natasha says with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, you’re so funny Nat,” Clint replies sarcastically but he smiles.

You spend the rest of the evening with the Barton family and Natasha. She opens up just slightly and you honestly think you could fall in love with her if you let yourself.

She’s beautiful, there’s no denying that, and she’s also so kind.

It’s the next week when you see Natasha again. Clint finally asked you to babysit again and you are at their door a few days later.

“Hey y/n,” Natasha answers door.

“What, no tackling me this time?” You joke as you walk inside.

“Nah, that was only the one time. For now,” she says and you laugh. “Coop is upstairs playing video games and Lila is actually still napping.”

“Oh, okay. So you’re staying or?”

“Yeah. I’ve got nowhere to be,” Natasha says simply.

“Cool,” you reply a little awkwardly.

You weren’t aware that Natasha would be here, but you guess two kids would be a lot to put on a newly acclimated woman.

You follow Nat into the living room and sit a comfortable distance from her on the couch.

“I have no idea what you want to watch, so you might want to take this remote,” Natasha says. She hands it to you and her hand brushes against yours.

“Oh, thanks Nat,” you say. You swear you see her blush a little at the way you shortened her name. “Do you like sitcoms?”

“Maybe? I’m not sure,” she says. “I haven’t watched them in a long time.”

“Okay. Friends it is then. If you hate it, I’ll change it,” you say with a smile.

Natasha laughs a few times during the first episode and you take that as a win. Lila wakes up and she snuggles between you and Natasha on the couch.

“Can we play tea party?” Lila asks after she’s fully awake.

“Yeah baby, I’ll play with you,” you tell her.

“And you too Auntie Nat?” She asks Nat.

“Of course, Lila,” she says sweetly.

“Yay!” Lila cheers. She lifts her arms up to be carried off the couch and you and Nat both reach for her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You go ahead, Nat,” you tell the woman.

She nods and takes Lila in her arms. It makes your heart flutter seeing the way the little girl clings to Natasha and they have a little conversation that you can’t quite hear. When Lila gives you the first tea, she looks to Nat who gives her a thumbs up.

“Are you two keeping secrets?” You ask them.

“Never!” Lila answers quickly.

“What she said,” Nat says.

You grin at her and she smirks back. The time passes by quickly between you playing with the kids and getting to know Natasha. She doesn’t tell you much. Only that she’s from Russia and that Clint saved her life.

You didn’t need to know much else to know that you were falling for her. How could you not with her beauty, her kind heart, and her even more attractive personality.

“We’re home!” Laura’s voice rings out as the door opens.

The kids rush to hug their parents and you follow Natasha towards the family.

“Thank you both for babysitting tonight,” Laura says.

“No problem. We had fun, right Nat?”

“Right,” she agrees.

“I better get on my way back home. I’ll see you all soon,” you say as you gather your things.

“Thanks y/n,” Clint says as you walk by him.

You’re outside on the porch when a voice stops you.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Natasha asks. She seems kind of shy as she says it. You walk back towards her and stand under the porch light.

“What’s up Nat?”

“I just wanted to say thank you,” she says. You look at her confusedly and she continues. “For being nice to me and understanding that I might not know everything but you haven’t treated me any differently for it. I appreciate that.”

“Oh yeah, of course. I think you’re great, Natasha. You’re super cool, and clearly smart, and absolutely beautiful,” you say. That last compliment wasn’t planned but it’s worth it for the way she blushes and smiles at you.

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too, y/n,” she says. Your stomach does a backflip.

“Thanks,” you say.

Natasha steps closer to you and you’re a little shocked at her movement. What she does next surprises you more than anything.

She leans forward and tentatively presses her lips against yours. It’s barely even a kiss until you press your lips to hers in return and she gasps against you before deepening the kiss.

The perfect dance her lips does against yours makes the both of you weak in the knees. When you pull away, Natasha rests her forehead against yours. You brush her nose with yours and she smiles.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” You ask her.

“Yes,” she replies easily.

Natasha is so glad she is able to make her own decisions now and you’re so happy that she chose to take a chance on you. You’ll treat her right and love her like she truly deserves.

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Kiss It, Make It Better

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader 

summary: Y/N craves smoking with someone new, so who better than Steve Harrington. 

A/N: this is based solely on the ‘it’s only marijuana’ line in season three bc i am in love with stoner!Steve 

warnings: drugs <3, cursing, fluff 

word count: 2.4k 

Y/N and Dustin had the routine since Y/N got her license, that once a month they would have a sibling drive, in which they would drive around with the sole intent of getting caught up with one another. Given all the shit they had been through over the past few years, it naturally became their own special form of therapy. The Events of Starcourt on the Fourth of July and the days prior were once again weighing heavily on the two during their first drive since.

“What was it like being drugged?” Dustin asked, his curiosity weaving its way into his voice.

“Weird. It kinda felt like everything was the best thing ever, but it also came at the worst time. It was also weird that it was with Steve Harrington and Robin.”

“Is it like weed?”

“Is it like what?” Y/N knew the answer, it was no, but she had no idea why her little brother was deciding to ask her that in that exact moment.

“When you guys were drugged, I kept asking Steve if he did drugs, and he said that he only did marijuana. I wanted to know if they were comparable. So, is it like weed?”

“First off Dusty, you don’t ‘do’ marijuana, you smoke it. And secondly, I’m not answering that question, you can save that query for Steve.” Steve. Y/N had a lot of thoughts about him, it was interesting to hear about him from the rumors in high school in comparison to how she saw him act regularly. And ever since she started smoking to calm herself down, she has craved smoking with someone other than Robin, maybe Steve was worth a shot.

“Speaking of Steve, he said he might be over a lot over the next few nights while his parents are away, just so you know.”

“Oh? Is he coming tonight?”

“No, not tonight. He isn’t off work till 9 and mom doesn’t want him coming an hour before my dumbass bedtime— I still don’t get why she just NOW gave me a bedtime while you don’t even have a curfew.” Her brother started rambling, but all she could pay attention to was that he was going to be home alone tonight. Would it be that crazy of her to show up after all the trauma they had been through over the past 3 years?

“It’s because I’m legally an adult, so she’s treating me as such, and you’re just going into high school, she wants you to be safe. But okay, guess we’ll just have to see him soon.” The two drove around for a while longer before returning home. As the hours in between past, Y/N glanced towards her bookshelf, in which held a hidden stash of weed. She could always tell her mom she was just going to Robin’s, she would never try to prevent Y/N from seeing Robin.

She walked toward the bookshelf with soft footing, and with a gentle touch she plucked the hard covered book from the shelf. Inside lay two pre rolled joints she bought from her dealer and some bud Murray had snuck her after Hopper’s memorial. She snapped the book closed and tossed the book gently onto her bed. She put on a zip up hoodie and packed a fake sleepover bag. The books spine crackled gently as the cover was opened just enough for her to grab the pre-rolls out and into her pocket.

With backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands tucked securely in her pockets, Y/N strolled casually into the living room where her mother sat, as the minutes ticked quicker and quicker past 9:30–he was definitely home by now.

“Hey mom! Inhope you don’t mind but I’m gonna head over to Robin’s.”

“Oh! Did she call? I didn’t even hear the phone!”

“Oh no! She didn’t!” Y/N let in a gulp, she didn’t think this through. “She asked me a few days ago to come over tonight if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go until a little bit ago.”

“Ah, sounds like you, Do you wanna call her before you head over?” Claudia stood from her seat and began moving and motioning towards the phone.

“No!’ Y/N shrieked at her mother, who turned confusedly towards her. “Her mom goes to bed early and I told her that if I was gonna come it would be between 9 and 10, she assumes I’m coming, but I do really gotta get going.” Y/N glanced nervously at the clock, it was getting later and later and there comes a time where it’s a little uncomfortable to show up. Claudia glanced to the clock as well.

“Okay Y/N/N, you better get going.”

“Bye mom—“

“—Drive safe, be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Y/N said as she practically ran to her car. She turned her car on and began the drive towards his house, not even thinking twice about where she was going until the car came to a park in his driveway.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled at herself. She yelled at herself for being weird and for showing up unannounced. She calmed herself down by saying, “who wouldn’t want someone showing up with free weed? Don’t overthink it.” She pulled in a complete, deep breath and walked hesitantly to the door. Three knocks sounded off the door, her breath fluttering ever so slightly as she let her hand fall to her side. Footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door, stepping closer and closer by the second. The doorknob turned and Y/N’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy at large.

“Hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” Steve asked delightfully surprised. Her hand reached inside her pocket to pull one of the two joints. She lifted it from her pockets to where he could see it.

“Got a light?” She asked with a smirk.

After finding a lighter, the two made their way to his backyard. They sat parallel to one another in their chaise chairs. Y/N flicked the lighter a few times before sparking up the first joint of the night. She pulled a large huff in and held it as she passed the joint to Steve. He took in a long drag, holding the joint in front of him to inspect it after he hit it. A few seconds after Y/N had released her hit, Steve started coughing a bunch.

“Jesus Y/N, where the hell did you get this?” Steve said through the gasps for air.

“Good shit, huh?” Y/N joked as she inhaled another hit. The two fell into a rhythm of passing it back and forth as conversation allowed itself to flood the air.

“So what made you come here Y/N?” Steve pondered towards the girl.

“Dusty started asking me about when we were drugged, and apparently you told him you smoked weed. And, as much as I love Robin, I need someone new to smoke with, and you’re not AWFUL to hang out with.” Y/N explained, with sarcasm dripping from the last sentence.

“Wow, I feel so touched. Truly, I feel like the luckiest man alive. THE Y/N Henderson chose ME to smoke with. Best day of my life.” Steve rambled on, matching the sarcastic tone Y/N started with. The two laughed for a bit together, before Y/N spoke through the giggles.

“I am sorry for just showing up, I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“What? Am I that scary?”

“You’re THE King Steve, you’re the coolest, hottest guy at Hawkins. I was so intimidated by your male wiles. I am begging at your feet Steve Harrington.” Y/N mocked other girls she had witnessed in Hawkins. “No you’re not scary, I just couldn’t bring myself to say ‘Hey Steve, want to do some drugs with me?’ on our family phone, it didn’t feel right.” Steve let out a chuckle and a ‘fair enough’. It fell silent for a moment as the joint had its final hits taken from it.

“Why haven’t we hung out before? I mean away from all the traumatizing shit.” Steve asked slowly as he let himself sink down into the chair.

“Different friend groups before it all and then after and during it all, I didn’t and don’t want to impede on you and Dustin’s time. Plus neither of us have asked each other anyway.”

“That’s not true, I invited you to the movies that one day you stopped into scoops alone.”

“Yeah after I had already told you I was babysitting that night, you didn’t even ask to reschedule.”

“Yes I absolutely—didn’t. I didn’t.” Steve said, confidence dissipating. Y/N couldn’t help but focus to each small feature of his face one by one. Sure, she had looked at him but she never looked at him. He really was beautiful.

Jokes and stories were told between the two, laughter and exaggerated stories filled the bubble they put themselves in. In those moments, there was no one else in the world but Steve and Y/N.

“And that’s how Mike Wheeler broke his finger in our backyard.” Y/N let out through a fit of giggles. Steve clutched his stomach as he let himself fall back into the chair from the gut busting laughter Y/N had sent him into. As he got more comfortable, he glanced down at his watch. His eyes bulged at the time.

“Holy shit.” He said flustered, eyes never leaving the watch face.

“What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2 A.M.”

“Oh damn…” Y/N said, a dangerously fun smile finding its way to her face. Her hand reached towards the second joint in her pocket. “So this would be of no interest to you?” Steve’s squinted eyes opened just a peep. He let out a long whine.

“I think I’m too high to even move…but that looks so good.” Y/N looked between him and the joint. She noticed space for her to sit on the edge of his chair, and placed herself there. She placed the joint between her lips and gave it a light, waiting for the rolling paper burn down to the weed. From between her lips, she pulled the joint between her fingers and held it gently up to his. He took in a pull, never once releasing eye contact. With each consecutive hit, the distance between them drew closer and closer, eventually leaving their faces merely inches apart. Her fingers were so far back on the joint, they grazed his lips as he took in one of the final hits. Her fingers tingled from his touch. She glanced towards his eyes, his meeting hers already. The air around them went still and quiet. Their eyes were locked on each other, contact never wavering as their bodies moved towards one another like a magnet. His eyes stayed put on hers as his voice fell in the air.

“Give me one more.” Her hand lifted lightly and placed itself at his lips once more. The joint glowed a bright red as he inhaled the smoke. Y/N was so enraptured by his beauty, she didn’t notice the joint burning down to a nub. She watched as a cloud of smoke was blown from his lips and into the sky, before the heat had finally reached her touch.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed as she dropped the roach to the ground. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, attempting to ease the burning feeling. The burn wasn’t bad, just a little redness but it didn’t hurt any less.

“Hey, let me see it.” Steve’s tone was much gentler now as he lifted her hand into his own. He raised her gently by her wrist to examine the burnt fingers. He delicately placed the burnt fingers to his lips and gave them a tiny little kiss.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He whispered, just barely audible to her ears. That’s what was so shocking about Steve, his heart was so filled with love and care. He did his best to make everyone feel protected, even if his popular guy persona overshadowed it at times.

“How are you so perfect?” Her voice came out quietly. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her once more and without much thought, he closed the distance. The kiss was gentle and loving, but clearly stoked by passion. His lips upturned into a smile. She leaned back and traced her fingers across her lips. Just to make sure she didn’t imagine it, she pulled the boy towards her by the collar and planted one more kiss on him—and she noted that he kissed back with the same fervor.

“I have a crush on you Steve Harrington.” She said, hiding her blushing face from the boy. He turned her face towards him as he confessed,

“I’ve had a crush on you for like 3 months.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” He said, his thumb gently grazing her cheek.

“Why?”

“Dustin talks about you enough, and I—uh I remembered all the times you’ve kicked ass over the past few years and it just kinda…happened. Who wouldn’t want someone as smart, badass, and beautiful as you?” He rambled our haphazardly, a blush forming across his cheeks as well.

“Steve…”

“Oh god, that was embarrassing, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing. fuck me.” Steve started rambling.

“Hey! It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.” Y/N explained, but it didn’t seem to help. An idea flashed in her mind. “Oh no! You are so embarrassing, I am embarrassed. Ew, guess I

I’ll just have to close my eyes! I hope that embarrassing Steve Harrington doesn’t kiss me!” The sarcastic tone from earlier returning once more. A chuckle bubbled past Steve’s lips. He once more laid one on her, this time—a little bit more passionate than the past.

Y/N nuzzled herself into Steve’s side on the small beach chair they were on. The air sat comfortably still in that moment, the two reeling from the overwhelming emotions they had just felt. Quiet giggles pierce the air as Y/N studies her fingers.

“It worked.” She said matter of factly.

“What worked?”

“After you kissed it, I haven’t thought about it since. You made it better.” Y/N spoke melodically. Steve planted a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer in to him.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He repeated once more.

[honestlyhappyharry]

Chapter 8

Some news

A/n: slightly mature content towards the end, viewer discretion advised

Chapter 7

For the past few months, you had been going out on dates with Harry, usually during your lunch break so it didn't make Lily curious about where you were going in the night. Although there had been a few nights out. Your relationship was now official to both of your friend groups and Harry’s family. Your family still didn’t know, and you did want to tell them but it had never been the right time.

"Hey, Ellie." You say into the phone. Harry’s text of come out with me tonight xx H had caused the call, as you needed someone to watch Lily.

"Y/n, how are you?" She asks politely. 

"I'm good, I was wondering if you're free to babysit Lily tonight?" You ask getting right to the point.

"I'm really sorry, I have my SAT exam tomorrow." She tells you and you nod, as much as you needed her to babysit Lily, her school was infinitely more important.

"Thank you anyway." You tell her before hanging up. That crossed out any teenagers you knew who could babysit Lily. Maybe Eleanor?

A few moments later and you're on the phone with Eleanor only to get an "I'm sorry, Lou and I are going out. Ask your mum." She suggests and you agree. Harry was the only person who knew that your parents didn't know that you were together again.

“Hi, mum.” You say once you’ve worked up the courage to dial her number. Lily looked up at you from the stool at the kitchen island she was eating her breakfast at when she heard you say ‘mum’

“Hello, love, what’s happening?” She asked and you smile at just hearing her voice. While it hadn’t been that long since you talked to her it always felt like a long time, and now with the dating news acting as a wedge, it felt longer. 

You picked at your nails before answering. “I was wondering if you’re around tonight to watch Lily?” There was hope that she wouldn’t ask too many questions but you knew that was foolish. Lily did know you were going out and she stopped asking why once you told her she might get to see grandma. 

“Yeah, I’ll watch her any time. I do have to go to a hair appointment this morning but I can come up down.” After your mum found out you were pregnant she saw no issue in retiring with your dad in Santa Barbara, just under two hours away so she could be there to help out with Lily but she was also far enough away. “Where are you off to?” She continued, a certain tone laced in her voice that you hadn’t heard since she last tried to set you up with some young guy.

“We can talk about that later.” You tell her, thankful that LIly could only hear one side of the conversation. 

At 6 o’clock you were finishing making dinner, shrimp tacos requested by LIly. Once you’d put a couple of tacos on the plate she was downstairs sitting exactly where she did at breakfast. 

Ding Dong! The doorbell sounded, you had to tell LIly to sit down while you go and open it. She reluctantly agreed, only due to the fact her food was there. 

“Honey!” Your mum said as she embraced you in a quick hug in the foyer. “You look very nice.” She mentioned, looking at your white lace dress. Oh, she was definitely close to figuring it out. 

“Hi mum, thanks for coming.” You told her and she nodded while she took off her coat and placed her small handbag on the side table. 

“Anytime. But you do have to tell me where you’re going.” She didn’t even miss a beat asking you about what was happening. You hoped she’d drop it or forget but knowing her character, you knew there wasn’t much of a chance. 

You suck in a deep breath, she’s your mum, she loves you and she loves Harry. You tried to convince yourself it was going to be okay. “Harry and I are dating again.” You couldn’t even look at her to see her reaction. 

“Oh. Oh wow. That is surprising news.” That was neither a good nor a bad reaction and you still couldn't meet her eyes. “I’m happy for you.” Finally, after your heart couldn’t race any faster, there she was. Smiling at you widely.  

“Thanks.” You smiled back, before pulling her in for a hug. 

Once she pulled away she looked over your dress again. “I knew I’d seen the dress before.” She smiled, knowingly. You have had it since you started dating Harry but you hadn’t worn it since you broke up. “Does Lily know?”

“No.” You shook your head. “She doesn’t even know he’s her dad.” Her face was flooded with disappointment. “We are planning on telling her soon.” You rush out. 

She nodded, finding a more joyful expression. “That’s good, she’ll be okay.”  You knew it was wrong to not tell her but before you could confide more in your mother, Lily was there hugging her grandma.

Lily immediately dragged her off to the kitchen and you followed, setting up a plate for your mum. Harry’s text dings through Outside, gorgeous x H 

“Okay, I’m going.” You announced. “I love you and be good for grandma, she’ll tell me if you’re not.” You told Lily as you placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“I love you too.” She waved you out. And with that, you left your mum and Lily in the kitchen before you slipped some white heels on and headed out the door.

Once you’d walked out the door it did feel like you had entered a whole different life. What you felt for him was like nothing you had felt in a long time. Of course, Lily was your entire universe but this was different. Loving Harry was earth defying, 

He was wearing a basic, white dress shirt and some black skinny jeans. It was almost like you were back in 2015. Between his outfit and the little smirk pulling at his lips, he looked very hot as he leant against the bonnet of his Range Rover. 

“Hey, baby.” Harry winked before he stood up off the car. A light blush littered your cheeks at his nickname. Even that was hot. He walked a few more steps over and once he was close you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His arms went to your waist as he stroked up and down. “I’ve missed you.” He pouted once you broke the kiss. 

“I’ve missed you more.” You smiled up in him, as usual, you got lost in his eyes. 

~

You’d never had a bad date with Harry and that night wasn’t an exception. Harry had ignited a confident spark in you and things felt like they were slipping back into how they were all those years ago. 

As you drove into the driveway home you noticed the time, 9:26. Lily would definitely be asleep by now and you hoped your mum was downstairs watching tv and not cleaning your house like she so often did. 

The car was shut off but you both sat there, in silence. 

Harry’s hand trailed up your thigh, slightly bunching up your dress and you raise your eyebrows at him, a little concerned but certainly not pushing away his advances. He only smirked and continued. 

Harry’s very expert fingers were barely on your core for a second when he moved them off. You were quick to pull it back onto you. “Please can’t we just have sex in the back of your car now.” You half begged, half demanded of him.

He snorted. “I would definitely have you begging for it in the back.” The wink he shot you was hot and did make you wet. He continued after he saw the desperate look on your face. “If I didn’t care about you and want our first time to be special.” His hand cupped your cheeks before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, only to pull away when you tried to deepen it. 

“You do know it wouldn’t be our first time, you dork. We have a child.” You giggled at him, it broke up the sexual tension in the room. 

In reply, he rolled his eyes and gave you an annoyed look. “You know I’m trying to be sweet and sentimental and you’re calling me a dork.” He nudged you with a different smirk.

After you playfully added. “Guess who won’t be getting any tonight.” Before you turned away from him and got out of the car. 

He was quick to follow you and he slammed his door shut as he raced after you. “I fucking hope you’re talking about someone who’s not me.”

You just threw a smile back at him. 

Once you got inside your mum was already right next to the door and gave Harry a huge hug. “Harry, it’s so nice to see you again. I’m so happy you’re together again.” She exclaimed and you chuckled. She was kind of ruining the mood. 

“It’s nice to see you as well, Y/m/n,” Harry said, surprisingly chilled out about the ambush from your mum. But he had always liked your mum and she always adored him. 

“Lily’s inside. I’m going to drive home now but I’d love to go out for dinner sometime.” She said. “All of us together hmm, once you tell Lily.” She continued as if you didn’t know what she meant. Before you knew it she grabbed her things and walked to her car before she drove out of the driveway. You glanced over to Harry to see him waving at her. 

“Now where were we?” Harry said, his attention was back on your and his hand went to your waist. 

“Just about here.” You told him as you placed your lips on his. His hand travelled up and down your waist, just touching your breast each time which sent tingles through your body. With your lips attached you two move and before you knew it you were pressed against the stairs while Harry continued to touch you all over. 

There was something thrilling about making out with Harry in the dark of your house like you were a teenager again. 

“Mumma!” You heard a voice say that immediately made your eyes snap up to see Lily stood at the top of the stairs. 

~

2 minutes later and Lily was sat on the stairs while you sat a step-down and Harry stood 3 stairs down at the bottom. 

Now it was time for the hard part. “You know how Madison has a mum and a dad.” You started and Lily nodded. This had always played on your mind as the best way to tell her. “When you want to have a baby you have to have a man and a women and that’s who you call mum and dad.” You told her and she nodded again. 

“But I don’t have a dad.” Lily quickly jumped in with a frown on her face. 

“Yeah, you do.” You confessed and her mouth dropped open. “You just didn’t know he was your dad because... well because some adult stuff happened.”

By the look on her face, you knew she was about to guess and you cringed as you waited. “Is it Uncle Lou?” Harry started laughing out loud and really quite hard. You shook your head at her while you giggled at her. 

“No, Lil, Harry is actually your dad.” You quietly said but her face just lit up. 

“Uncle Harry?” She asked before pointing towards him and both of your faces dropped. 

She had suddenly created a very weird tension. “Yeah, but who told you he was your uncle?” You asked her quickly with a lot of concern. It would be very awkward if she called him Uncle Harry around your families. 

“Lux.” She simply stated. Right, that would figure as Lily would have gone to see Lux after she met Harry at Disneyland and asked who he was and that was the answer Lux could give her. 

Harry was still finding it hilarious when you looked over at him and glared, telling him to stop laughing. You knew she’d have more questions but for now, she needed to sleep.

“Could you tuck me in, Harry?” She asked and you raised your eyebrows at Harry who nodded towards her. Lily always managed to surprise you with how she reacted to different things. 

Harry went to tuck Lily in just as he was about to go she piped up with a question that caught his attention. “Who are your mum and dad?” He wasn’t really sure what to say, feeling like he was stepping on eggshells around what you wanted him to tell her or not tell her. 

Instead, he took a seat on her bed and figured he might as well be honest. “Well my mum is a fantastic lady named Anne and my dad, well the man I consider to be my dad, is named Robin.” Lily nodded in content with his answer but Harry felt the need to continue. “I’m sure they would love to meet you, they are technically your nana and poppa.” Lily’s mouth dropped a little. 

“So I now have a mum and a dad and a grandma and a grandpa and a nana and a poppa.” Harry nodded. “Wow, this is the best day ever. Can I get a puppy too?” She wondered. 

Harry let out a laugh. “Why don’t I talk to mummy and convince her?” He suggested, he’d suggest anything to set he smile on her face again. It was like a little ray of sunshine. 

“Yes, please comvice her.” She said, mispronouncing ‘convince’ much to Harry’s adoration. 

Once Harry went to tuck Lily in your took off your shoes and went up to your room, in the hope Harry would figure out where you went. You changed out of your dress and put on some silk PJ shorts and a matching PJ top before you went to sit up in bed. 

By the time Harry got to your room, you were almost drifting to sleep. “Hey.” You smiled once you saw him appear in the doorway, signature smile and hands in pockets.

“Hey, I should go.” He said as he walked over and placed a kiss on your forehead. Now he stood next to you on the edge of your bed. 

“Stay.” You shook your head and grabbed a hold of his hands. At this point it wasn’t even that you wanted to sleep with him, you just wanted to be around him. 

His face changed, smirking down at you. “Sleep in your underwear and I have a spare toothbrush.” You said, in the hope of persuading him. 

He walked over to your closet and started taking his clothes off. “So you’re trying to get me to strip, are you?” He smirked and sent you a wink once he noticed you staring at him. It wasn’t your fault he was built like a Greek god.

“No, but you did start something in the car.” You murmured, blushing slightly as you went back to look at your phone but he was just so hot. 

Harry climbed in bed next to you and started running his hand up and down your thigh. Eventually, you gave in and rolled over so you were on top of Harry. “Lights on or off?” Harry asked, putting his hand on the light switch. 

“On.” You smirked before you leant down to kiss down his chiselled chest. 

“Good to know nothing’s changed.” He sent you a smirk as he looked up at you. You smirked on his skin. 

And that night was the ending of everything going back to normal

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‘Til Alpha Comes Home

Prologue

(A/N) Alpha!Shoto x Omega!Reader, establishes Alpha!Momo x Omega!Ochaco, eventual smut and MomoxOchacoxReader but no adultery. This is the fluffiest thing I’ve written by far. 

Summary :Todoroki is out of Japan for important business meeting, leaving you with another trusted alpha and her omega to take care of you while he’s gone.

Word Count: 1.8k

As always taglists are open and feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

“But Alphaa” You whine, although Shoto got you up before dawn to drive you to your home for the next two weeks, you’re just awake enough to protest.

“Omega, we’ve talked about this” Shoto says sternly, the alpha tone makes your inner omega submit, but in the back of your mind, this still isn’t fair. “I can’t miss this press tour and these meetings, I’ve tried to go through every other possible angle, this is the best route.” You know all of this already, but that doesn’t stop your bottom lip from dropping into a pout.

Shoto turns into the long swirling driveway closed in by a mix of cherry blossoms and weeping willows, with all this foliage, you can’t be sure how long it’ll be until you reach the actual house. You try bargaining one last time.

“Alpha this is my heat you can’t just leave me with some strangers! Why can’t I just tough through this on my own, in the penthouse, with my nest?” Shoto’s glassed over eyes tell you it all before he speaks, he hates leaving you, but this Alpha means you’re in good hands.

Shoto sighs, “They aren’t strangers (Y/N), these are good friends from my UA days, I trust Momo with my life and therefore, you. She’s a good Alpha, she’ll take care of you closest to I would.”

You turn your head to the window to hide your flushing cheeks, even in your cloudy minded heat daze, your heats were memorable to say the least.

“I dropped off scented blankets, pillows and clothes last week, Momo confirmed only the betas in the house have touched them to move them into a scentless room for you to nest. Plus, her omega is a lot like you, I think the two of you will get along just fine.”

As the Bentley pulls in front of the vast mansion, the manicured lawn peppered with pastel forget-me-nots and hyacinths. The Victorian architecture loomed over the two of you as you tailed Shoto, two beta servants grab you things from the back, quickly taking them inside. Shoto stops and turns to you.

“I know this isn’t what you want, I need to know you’re safe and healthy, I can’t leave you all alone to suffer, I- you know how you get during your heats, you can’t eat, drink a thing or sleep without someone there, I don’t need that on my conscience.”

Although you hate to admit it, Shoto is right; before you had an alpha your heats were unbearable, a solid week of throwing up and crying when nothing could satisfy you like a knot. Time after time your parents had sent you to hospitals to recover from the seven day hell. 

Nodding, partly in defeat and partly in agreement, Todoroki smiles and leads you into the house. The two hostesses are in the foyer when you enter, the Alpha Shoto called Momo, nods to you and begins to talk with her plans for the week, general guidelines and needs for when you’re in heat. 

You can’t helping but scrunch your nose at the smell of the two alphas, its not necessarily bad, but the mixing of your alpha’s scent with someone that isn’t you makes your stomach turn.

The alphas stop for a minute, two looking between you and the other omega. You can only see up to her shins from your view of the floor, but her scent is vastly different from what you expected. Its not overwhelming in the slightest, not a hair over too sweet, the aroma of strawberries and lily of the valley put you at ease, just a little.

“Omega” Shoto warns, “It’s not nice to stare, or avoid people, even if they’re new” You cautiously look up to the other omega, and instantly understand her scent. She’s cute, big auburn eyes and a wide smile look back at you, she isn’t much shorter than you but a rush of intimation still rushes down your spine.

“Um, hi” You hum, nodding your head “I’m (Y/N), omega”

“Ochaco, Omega” She smiles, looking to Momo for an approval, once she does, Ochaco engulfs you in a hug, holding you tight, but not too snug.

“I can smell your nerves (Y/N)” Shes says pulling away, rubbing her palms on your upper arms.

“Momo can too” She smiles with a bit of sympathy in her eye “But don’t worry, we’re only here to help, well you’re here so we can help, but that’s beside that point, these two weeks are all about you, so don’t hesitate so holler if you need a thing.”

You can’t help but bite your lip and nod, eyeing the two alphas that have moved from the foyer to the parlor, decked in elegant gold and reds. The couches look almost antique, but still contains a brilliant coloring, the walls were hidden from wall to ceiling in bookshelves or monitors that are currently blank.

Your gaze shifts between the front door and Ochaco, you’ve never felt so out of place. Yes this is technically no different than your penthouse, or when Shoto has his business partners over for dinner, but something’s still off.

“Ochaco darling!” Momo chimes from the other room, smiling at the two of you “Why don’t you show (Y/N) around hmm? I’m sure this is all a lot for her”

Shoto catches your eyes in the last few words, even so far away, he can see you’re tense. He excuses himself from his seat for a moment, striding to face you.

“Doesn’t that sound nice love? Let Uraraka show you the ropes, maybe go check out your nesting room too, I know this is hard baby, but you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t in good hands” He says, shrugging off his business jacket, freshly scent and draping it around your shoulders. Shoto kisses your forehead and nods toward Ochaco, who’s already making her way up the spiral stairs to what you can assume is her room.

You take Shoto in your embrace, inhaling the rich scent of rain, bonfire and spearmint, your alpha would never lead you wrong.

“I’ll try Shoto, for you”

~~

Ochaco guides you to a majority of the house, winding through hallways and grand meeting rooms alike. Currently sat on the edge  of her nest, you run your thumbs along the ears of the peach stuffed dog you’ve been given, scratching behind the ears through the soft faux fur. The sweet omega continues to chirp about her alpha, the property and the plans she has for the two of you to get to know each other. Your mind and eyes drift, the entire room is comforting to any omega, the walls are bare expect for a few painted daisies and glow stars against the orchid branch wallpaper. Fairy lights line the ceiling while a humidifier sits next to a small end table tacked with more blankets and pillows.

The entire nest is about eight feet in diameter, which isn’t too far off from your own, even with all the similarities, like how Ochaco arranges blankets and sweatshirts nearly exactly how you would, you still sit on the far edge of the nest, barely touching the inside. Your mind rocks back and forth whether to scoot back or just ask to leave, but Ochaco interrupts you first.

“I know this is different and weird and probably really scary for you (Y/N),” She starts, resting her hand on yours “And I would be too, so if there’s anything on your mind or rattling around in your head, pretty please get it off your chest okay?” Those brown doe eyes look up at you through your hair, there’s something in them that tempts you to open up.

“Just between us right? Omega to omega?” You question,

“Absolutely,” She answers in a soft tone “I was wondering if the foyer earlier was part of the problem, but trust me when I say both of our alphas are looking out for your best interest.” She assures, pulling you into the nest

“You know, I wouldn’t have brought you in here if I didn’t trust you, its kinda of insulting you haven’t come in yet, is my nest not good enough for you?” She jokes, laying beside you so you’re at an even height propped up against the cushion of a headboard. “You can ask me anything, (Y/N), I’m an open book, both Momo and Shoto get that this isn’t your norm, and neither of them want you to jump into this scared or uncertain”

You chew on your lip for a minute, thinking. If Shoto trusts these two with his life, why are you still so timid?

“Anything?” You whisper, avoiding Ochaco’s gaze, continuing the play with the ears of the dog

“Anything” She hums, tugging a blanket over your form, wrapping you into her sweet scent. Alike earlier, this mix eases the tension from your shoulders.

“I guess I’m still a little confused” You admit shyly, “You two are here to take care of me? Like babysitting for my heat?”

The other omega lets out a breath through her teeth,

“I wouldn’t put it like that, here, how ‘bout I tell you what I know that way we’ll cover our bases!” She beems, carefully taking your hands into hers, cautious to not step over any boundaries. You nod, and Ochaco pulls you a little closer.

“Well, Shoto’s worried about you being alone, from what I’ve heard he’s bee asking Momo for advice about this for months now, trying to get around every possibly.” You nod again, wiggling yourself so you lay closer to her, head tucked under her chin. It isn’t uncommon for omegas to build relations quicker than alphas, the comfort of another omega rivals the company of a trusted alpha. “So he asked me and Momo ti keep you company during the next two weeks, to make sure you’re comfortable and stay healthy. I’m a lot like you actually, I can’t consume a thing during my heats, most of the time want to curl up and spend time with Momo, so they both thought since our heats are so similar, and that their alpha-ness and habits are so similar, you could call this home for a while. We’re here to take care of you not as babysitters, but more as friends, as people who get what you’re going through.” 

A yawn bubbles from your throat, causing Ochaco to releases one too, rubbing smalls in your back while she continues,

“Just know that we want to help, but we’re not going to push you to do something you don’t want to, we’re going to to and warm up to you yes,” another yawn “But you’re gonna get through your heat safe ans sound” 

Your eyelids become heavy as the scent of the room fills your nose, it isn’t anything like either of you, but its still familiar. The mix of sweet frosting, fruit tart and summer gardens eventually lull you to sleep against the other omega. 

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She

Inspired by “She” by dodie. Part 2 is here! This one is a quite a bit longer than I originally intended. I guess that happens when I get too excited about an idea haha. Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 3340

Part 1

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Part 2

Cathy glanced at herself one last time in the mirror, scanning over her outfit for any imperfections. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just blue skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt, yet she still felt apprehensive about leaving her room. 

Of course, she knew that none of the other queens would mock her outfit but she still felt so out-of-place around them. They were all very into fashion and dressed to impress while Cathy simply didn’t. She preferred to spend her time reading and writing over shopping for the latest fashion trends.

Cathy pulled at the hem of her shirt to straighten out the cloth before heading over to her desk to grab her phone. She checked to see if she had any unread messages and sighed in relief when there were none. Kitty hadn’t spilled her glitter which meant the queens should be ready to leave soon. Cathy quickly slid her phone into her pocket before leaving her room.

She walked down the stairs and entered the living room where Cleves, Jane, and Aragon were waiting. They all greeted Cathy as she approached.

“Anne and Kitty should be down soon,” Jane said. “They said they were finishing up when I asked them a few minutes ago.”

“‘Finishing up’ for those two could take ages,” Aragon replied, putting air quotes around “finishing up.”

Cleves grumbled in agreement before walking to the bottom of the stairs and yelling, “Anne, Kitty, hurry up! I want to get my boba tea sometime in the next month!”

Cathy heard one of the bedroom doors swing open as Kitty shouted back. “Coming!” Two pairs of feet descended the stairs before Anne and Kitty made their entrance into the living room.

“We’re here!” Anne exclaimed, calling Cathy’s attention to her. Cathy was left breathless at the sight in front of her. Anne was wearing a green crop top that left her midriff slightly exposed, along with black jeans and her classic choker. Cathy’s feelings began to bubble up to the surface at the sight though she managed to force them down and compose herself. Cathy flashed Anne a quick smile which was immediately returned.  

Cathy was snapped out of the moment by the sound of Jane jingling her car keys as she grabbed them from the counter by the front door. “Well, now that we’re all here, let’s be on our way,” Jane said to the other queens before leading the way to her minivan. 

As usual, Cathy opted to sit in the back of the minivan so that the other queens could sit closer to the speakers. Cathy was just about to shift the seat back into position when a hand stopped her. Before Cathy could even process what had happened, Anne was sitting next to her in the back row.

“I hope you don’t mind me joining you back here,” Anne said as she shifted the seat in front of her back into its regular position.

“No! Not at all,” Cathy replied. “It’s nice to have some company.”

Anne smiled at that before the rest of the queens piled into the vehicle. As Jane pulled out of the driveway, Cleves grabbed the auxiliary cord and began playing music through the speakers. Kitty immediately began singing along to the song that Cleves had chosen.

“You look really nice.” Cathy turned her head at the comment, growing more surprised when she realized that Anne had directed it at her.

Anne saw the surprised expression on Cathy’s face and misinterpreted it. She quickly began backtracking. “I mean… you always look nice. But especially right now… What I mean to say is I like your outfit,” Anne rambled as the blush on her cheeks intensified with each word that spilled out of her mouth.

“Thank you, Anne,” Cathy replied, dropping her gaze to her lap in hopes that Anne wouldn’t see the similar tint of red that was now painting Cathy’s cheeks as well. “I really like your outfit as well.” 

Cathy finally looked up after a few moments to see Anne smiling softly at her. When their eyes met, Anne’s smile widened which only brought a similar smile to Cathy’s face. 

Cathy eventually fixated her gaze out the window, watching the familiar sights go by as the car approached the mall. She was also half listening to Cleves and Kitty’s duet that was happening in the row in front of her.

Cathy’s thoughts came to a halt when she felt a soft hand brush hers from where it was resting on the leather seat next to her. Cathy didn’t dare turn around to face the culprit. Instead, she simply bit her lip and tried to steady her breathing that had become quite erratic from the touch. 

It was probably just an accident, Cathy reasoned with herself. It doesn’t mean anything.

Cathy barely moved a muscle until the van was safely parked in one of the mall’s parking spots. Only then did she break her temporary spell of immobility as she exited the van and joined the other queens outside. 

The group entered the mall and were welcomed by the bright lights and signs of the various shops. Before any of the queens had the chance to run off, Aragon began her monologue of “How to Behave at the Mall.”

“…and make sure you don’t break anything. Please. Check your phones so we don’t have to hunt you down when it’s time to leave. Okay?” Aragon finished, alternating her gaze between Kitty and Anne. The two cousins nodded before breaking out into huge smiles.

“Perfect! We’ll meet back here when it’s time to leave,” Jane said. “I’m going to look for some new throw pillows. Ooh! And maybe some more candles!” Jane walked off in pursuit of her desired items, followed by Aragon who mumbled under her breath that Jane would spend too much money if she didn’t babysit her credit card.

“Let’s go, Anna!” Kitty shouted, dragging Cleves off in the direction of the toy store. Cathy was fully expecting Anne to follow her cousin and leave her by herself so she was quite surprised when the Boleyn girl turned back to her with a grin on her face.

“And where are we off to?” Anne asked. Cathy felt her heart thrumming inside her ribcage. Did Anne really want to spend time with her?

“I was planning on going to the bookstore,” Cathy answered before quickly adding, “Unless you want to go somewhere else. I don’t have a preference really.”

Anne’s smile widened before she linked arms with Cathy and began pulling her in the direction of the bookstore. “I love books.”

Cathy felt butterflies stir in her stomach as she walked arm-in-arm with Anne towards the bookstore. She let herself imagine for a few moments what it would be like to link arms with Anne as they walked together to a coffee shop for a date. She imagined Anne kissing her cheek softly and whispering to her how beautiful she looked. 

Cathy shook her head to rid her mind of the daydream just as they entered the bookstore. She gazed in awe at the amount of books in sight, taking in all the different titles and genres. Anne had a similar expression on her face as she looked around. “I see why you like it here.”

Cathy turned to Anne. “It’s my little paradise. It’s quiet, I’m surrounded by books, and the chairs are super comfortable.” Cathy gestured to the armchairs with her free hand. “I usually grab a book and read until the other queens are done.” Cathy ducked her head in embarrassment as she admitted to what her mall experiences were actually like.

“What were you thinking of reading today?” Anne asked out of curiosity.

Cathy looked back up to meet Anne’s eyes. She didn’t see any judgment in them, much to her surprise. Rather, she saw genuine interest and warmth swirling in those green irises. Cathy shifted her focus to the Classics section of the bookstore so she didn’t get caught staring into Anne’s eyes for too long.

“I was planning on reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde,” Cathy replied.

“I guess I’ll have to find a book to read so I can join you,” Anne said. “I’ll meet you back at the chairs.” 

Before Cathy could respond, Anne had unlinked their arms and run off to find a book. Cathy shook her head at Anne’s antics but the small smile on her face gave away how fond she was of the girl. 

Cathy made her way to the Classics section in pursuit of her chosen book. She scanned the shelves carefully until her eyes landed on a hardback copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. Cathy grabbed it and admired the cover before heading to the seating area where she would spend the rest of her time reading. 

Cathy made her way over to her favorite armchair and sat down, curling up comfortably on the cushion. Before she began reading, Cathy looked around until she spotted Anne approaching her with a wide grin on her face. Cathy let out a small chuckle when she noticed the book she was holding.

“Of all the books to choose from, you chose that one,” Cathy commented as Anne slid into the armchair in front of her.

“I don’t know what you mean. Captain Underpants is a classic,” Anne shot back with a smile on her face. 

Cathy giggled at Anne’s response. “I’m not sure the critics would agree.”

“I’m the only critic you need, babes.” Cathy’s breath hitched at Anne’s casual use of the nickname. She felt her cheeks begin to flush pink so she let her gaze drop down to the book in her hands in an attempt to hide it.

“Let me read in peace, Anne,” Cathy replied lamely as she opened up her book. She heard Anne shuffle in her seat and the sound of pages turning. Cathy flipped a few pages of her own book until she arrived at the beginning of the first chapter.

From that point on, the two queens read in almost complete silence, aside from Anne’s occasional giggles at the jokes of Captain Underpants. Cathy was totally enraptured by the world Oscar Wilde created in his novel. She absorbed each word written, page after page. She almost forgot that Anne was even there. Almost. There was still that elated feeling in Cathy’s chest when she remembered that Anne was still right there in front of her.

Cathy shyly glanced up from her book to admire Anne while she read. Except when she looked up, she saw that Anne wasn’t reading. Instead, the Boleyn girl was staring right back at her. Their eyes met for a brief moment before both queens snapped their heads back down to their respective books, crimson creeping quickly into both of their cheeks.

Cathy had trouble concentrating on her novel from that point on. She scanned the words on the pages but her mind was elsewhere. Did Anne think she was weird for staring at her? Did she somehow figure out about her feelings? Did Cathy have something on her face? Was that why Anne was looking at her?

Cathy’s mind swirled with embarrassed and anxious thoughts about what had just happened. As Cathy tried to calm herself down and return to reading, she was snapped out of her thoughts by her phone’s text tone. She checked the screen and saw that Aragon had texted the group chat saying that they would be meeting at the mall entrance in five minutes so that they could get home in time for lunch.

Cathy spoke up to get Anne’s attention. “Aragon wants us to meet back at the entrance in five minutes.”

“Already?” Anne whined. She checked her phone and muttered something under her breath that Cathy didn’t catch. 

“I’m going to buy this really quick and then we can go,” Cathy continued before getting up and walking to the cash register. After paying for the book, she returned to where Anne was waiting for her by the door.

“I’m guessing you enjoyed your book then,” Anne commented as Cathy approached.

“Yeah! It’s really interesting. I’ve enjoyed it so far,” Cathy replied. “How was Captain Underpants?”

“It was a masterpiece,” Anne said as they began walking back to the mall’s entrance.

“Spoken like a true critic,” Cathy joked before noticing that they weren’t heading toward the queens’ rendezvous spot anymore. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Anne replied and grabbed Cathy’s hand, leading her in the opposite direction of the mall’s entrance. 

“Aragon is going to be mad at us if we’re late, Anne,” Cathy fretted but nonetheless followed the girl, relishing the feeling of Anne’s hand in hers. She couldn’t help but notice how soft Anne’s hand was and how perfectly it fit in her own. Cathy bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling at the simple action.

“First of all, Aragon won’t be mad at you. She’ll be mad at me,” Anne explained. “Second, it won’t take that long. And third, it’ll be fun! I promise.” Anne flashed Cathy one of her dazzling smiles and squeezed her hand lightly. 

Cathy sighed. How could she say no to Anne? “Alright. As long as it’s quick.”

“It is!” Anne replied. “We’re almost there.”

The two continued walking until Anne stopped in front of the mall’s photo booth. She let go of Cathy’s hand and gestured dramatically to the machine. “Ta-da!” 

Cathy giggled at Anne’s excitement. “Really, Anne?”

“C’mon, Cathy. Please?” Anne pleaded, pouting slightly. “I’ll pay for it.”

“Okay,” Cathy acquiesced as Anne held open the dark curtain for Cathy to enter. Cathy scrambled inside and took a seat, joined by Anne a few moments later. She watched as Anne inserted the money and jumped in surprise at the loud voice that was activated in the machine. 

The automated voice walked the two queens through the process before it began counting down. Before Cathy had a chance to ask Anne what pose they should do, the Boleyn girl wrapped her arm around Cathy’s shoulder and pulled her into her side. Cathy smiled widely at the action just as the first photo was taken.

Cathy turned to face Anne and stared adoringly at her as she made a silly face for the next photo. Anne was so close to her. Their legs were brushing, Anne’s arm was wrapped around her, and Cathy was in an utter state of bliss. She breathed in the scents of Anne’s shampoo and perfume, and instantly felt calm. There were hints of lemongrass and vanilla, mixed with the sweet aroma of honeysuckle. Cathy wanted to stay like that forever, in Anne’s arms breathing in her intoxicating scent.

Cathy was snapped out of her thoughts by the automated voice beginning a new countdown. Cathy turned back to face the camera and pulled another silly face to match Anne’s. The camera snapped the picture and the voice announced that the next photo would be their last one.

Cathy thought about what she should do next but was cut off by Anne beating her to it. Cathy froze when she felt soft lips pressed against her cheek. She was completely caught off guard by the action, subconsciously feeling a small smile spread across her face matched by a light blush on her cheeks. 

The photo booth captured the moment and the two blushing queens parted from each other. A few moments later, the strip of pictures was printed out and Anne grabbed them from the slot in the machine. Cathy followed Anne as they exited the photo booth, blinking as her eyes readjusted to the outside light.

Anne and Cathy rushed back to the mall entrance as quickly as they could after that. Cathy’s mind was still reeling from the events of the photo booth, questioning what Anne had done. Even though Cathy tried to ignore it, the same thought kept bouncing back inside her head. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed being close to Anne. She enjoyed it when Anne kissed her. Cathy shook her head frantically to rid herself of the recurring thought. She was falling madly in love with Anne.

As the two approached the mall doors, Cathy noticed that the other four queens were waiting for them. Aragon had her arms crossed and she was shaking her head in disapproval as Anne and Cathy joined the group. 

“You’re late,” Aragon deadpanned with a frown on her face.

Before Cathy could respond, Anne was already speaking. “Sorry, Aragon. It was my fault. I lost track of time.”

“Of course you did,” Aragon responded before letting out a sigh. “Now that we’re all here, let’s head back to the car.”

As the queens began walking back to Jane’s minivan, Anne bumped shoulders with Cathy to get her attention. “Told you Aragon wouldn’t get mad at you.”

Cathy chuckled. “No, but she got mad at you.”

“I’m used to it,” Anne quipped before pulling out the photo booth pictures from her pocket and handing them to Cathy. “Here. Maybe you can use this as a bookmark for your new book.” Anne gestured to the bag that Cathy was still carrying. 

Cathy gingerly took the photo strip from Anne. “Thank you.”

Anne winked at Cathy as they made it to the car. The queens loaded up their purchases and got in, enjoying the peaceful ride back home. 

After lunch, Cathy found herself back in her room staring at the photo booth pictures. A giddy smile was plastered on her face as she admired the sight of Anne kissing her cheek. Cathy got up from her bed and made her way to her desk. She took a seat and pulled out her journal, setting the photo booth strip off to the side. Cathy picked up her pen and began writing.

Anne never fails to make my heart flutter with her small tokens of friendship. A mug of coffee, a car ride, hand holding and linked arms, an impromptu photo booth shoot… a kiss on the cheek. When I close my eyes, I can still feel the feather soft touch of her lips in the same spot where she kissed me. Oh, how I long to feel that same softness on my own lips… 

I’m getting ahead of myself. There is not a single notion of possibility that she could ever return my love for her. I am Icarus and she is the brilliant sun. If I fly too close, she will be my downfall. I may wish in my heart for her to fall in love with me but my mind is too sensible to give in to such a foolish desire. I am satisfied with these small moments of friendship, despite how much it pains me to keep my feelings closed off and hidden. This pain is a constant reminder of how extraordinary and beautiful she is to me. There is no better pain than that. The fruits of love are sweet no matter the tree, whether they are orchards on public grounds or private property.

Anne is so blissfully unaware of how much she means to me. She wanders through every day not knowing that she holds my very heart within her grasp. I have given her my most precious possession and yet she is oblivious to my self-inflicted vulnerability. Anne, my beloved Anne! I lament my cowardice, for you will never know that you mean everything to me.

Cathy took a shaky breath as she finished putting her thoughts to paper. She hadn’t expected to get so emotional while writing. Cathy heaved a sigh as she quickly signed her name at the bottom of the journal entry. Before she closed the journal, she glanced back at the photo booth strip and smiled. She quietly slid it into her journal before closing it and stashing it away in her desk drawer. The photo booth pictures were still a bookmark like Anne wanted, just not for The Picture of Dorian Gray.

[skullrock]

the partners | Steve x Reader

chapter one: please, please, please, let me get what I want 

series summary: you and Steve are police apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff]

chapter summary: Steve finally agrees to hang out outside of work. 

warnings: swearing, 80s music 

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this chapter is mainly a ton of exposition, but it’s gonna get better I PROMISE. huge thank ya to @wolfish-willow​ who gave me some beautiful ideas (milky coffee + danish loving Steve) that helped this fic come to fruition <3 enjoy!

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You pull into Hawkin’s Police Department at 7:30, a half hour before your shift. There are two coffees in the cup holders of your car, and a paper bag filled with two pastries on the passenger seat. You pull in beside your partner’s car and he hops out, a smile plastered on his face. He crawls into your passenger side and grabs the bag.

“This one’s yours,” you say, pointing to the coffee cup marked milk w/ dash of coffee. He laughs, pulling out his blueberry danish and handing you your strawberry donut. He bites into his pastry and lets out a sinful moan, making you smack his arm.

“It’s too early for you to be gross,” you say, but he looks victorious.

“I’m sorry you don’t like my happiness,” he quips, and you roll your eyes.

It was tradition that every Monday that you both worked, you’d get coffee and pastries from the local bakery and shoot the shit in your car until your shift started.

“So, I had a dream last night where I was dating Mia Sara,” he says.

“Wish that were me,” you reply, taking a sip of coffee. “Did it work out for you guys?”

“Nah, she left me for Harrison Ford.”

“Tragic.”

He pauses, listening to the music softly coming from your radio. He scoffs upon realizing what was playing.

“Stop listening to this sad shit,” he says, turning the dial, making you shout.

“It’s the Smiths!” You try to bat his hand away, but he manages to change the channel to a Queen song. Typical.

You and Steve had become good friends after securing your positions, despite your perception of him in high school. After the fire at Starcourt and the death of Jim Hopper, the federal government had given the Hawkins Police a grant to let aspiring cops train directly in the field. It would fast-track getting certified, eliminating the need for expensive schooling. It was like a paid internship. A paid internship where you basically get paid to bullshit with your best friend all day.

A third car pulls in. It’s Veronica, the secretary. She takes over on days that Flo wants off – she’s worked hard enough for it. Veronica was a bit obsessed with Steve, so he groaned when he saw her get out and wave.

“What do you think she’s going to say to you today?” you giggle, and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Probably, like… that she had a dream about us last night, or something.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “God, please don’t let her talk to me.”

Women were throwing themselves at Steve the minute he put the uniform on, but he claimed he wasn’t interested in dating. You weren’t really sure why, given his history, but he never answered any questions. He just said he wanted to focus on work and having fun, so you let him.

Steve was kind of a mystery to you. You were incredibly close at the station, but you’d been working with him for a few months and you never saw each other outside of work. There were talks of maybe going to a movie, but they never went anywhere. It was bizarre, considering how fond you both were of each other. But you didn’t want to push it, unsure if you were making him uncomfortable.

In reality, Steve was just nervous of letting people in. Not just because of his history with girls and friends, but because he also had Russians and demons to worry about. He felt that if he let anyone new into his life, he would be putting them in mortal danger. This viewpoint is also the reason why he applied for the apprenticeship in the first place.

When the position popped up, Steve had no second thoughts. He had looked up to Hopper greatly since the time Will was possessed. He knew without a doubt that he wanted to follow in Hop’s footsteps. But he also felt an obligation now that Hopper was dead. Joyce had left, taking Will and Eleven with her. The three people who had the best grip on the strange events that had occurred the past three years were gone, and the man who devised most of the plans (and executed them) was gone, too. Steve couldn’t sleep at night for months. He needed to constantly call the kids and Robin to make sure they were safe. Being part of the Hawkins Police seemed like a no-brainer; it was a way to ensure everyone was safe and be on the frontlines to protect them.

Not that he ever let this on; usually he would just say that he’s always wanted to be a cop, and he kept it at that.

You’d decided to do the apprenticeship after college didn’t work out. You went to one in Indianapolis after high school, but you weren’t really into it. Your parents decided to retire and travel for a few years, offering to let you have the house while they’re gone. You gratefully took them up on it, and you’d been living there since the spring. You’d enjoyed a few months off, but decided it was time to find something new to do. You’d always had a fantasy of being a hero. Maybe not a hero cop, but a hero. You wanted to save lives, make an impact. Being a police officer seemed like a good start. You knew it wouldn’t be like the movies, but the strange events that happened the last few years excited you. Maybe you’d get the chance to be someone you’ve always wanted to be.

“Why don’t you just give Veronica a chance?” you ask. “She’s pretty and she’s nice and she’s smart.”

“She literally told me she wanted a lock of my hair,” he says.

You choke on your coffee. “I forgot about that.”

“Yeah? I didn’t.”

Steve’s watch beeps, signaling that it’s 5 minutes until 8.

“Please keep talking to me when we go in,” he begs as you both climb out of the car.

“What’s in it for me?” you inquire.

“I will give you all of the lunches my mom brings me for two weeks.”

You pause. “Even the Fruit Roll-Ups?”

He sighs. “I’ll throw them in if you do a good job.”

You successfully make it past the reception desk without incident, waving hi to Callahan and Powell. You knock on the Chief’s door to signify your arrival, and you and Steve make your way back to the annex you worked in. Your desks faced each other, making it easier to talk through your 8-hour shifts. They were usually pretty boring. You and Steve were only cleared to respond to calls about petty things, like noise disturbances. But it’s not like much ever happened anymore in Hawkins, and the town had almost made it a full year without any weird occurrences.

A few hours go by, and boredom runs rampant. You hated Mondays: things hardly ever happened. Steve gets up around 10:30 and puts a mixtape into the boombox in the annex. Don’t You (Forget About Me) comes on, and Steve mutters, “aw, hell yeah,” under his breath. You know he’s going to start dancing, but it doesn’t stop the surprised smile on your face as he starts to swing and spin and sing. It’s magic, watching Steve dance. It makes no sense, it’s clumsy, it’s so white that it hurts; but it’s also hilarious and never fails to pick you up. Sometimes you’d join him. Other times, you’d call him an idiot. And sometimes you’d just watch as the magic unfolds.

This was one of those times.

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The door to the annex opens around 1, approximately 5 hours into your shift. You and Steve are begging for something to do, because throwing M&Ms at each other isn’t fun by the second hour. You’d just thrown one at Steve when the door swings open, and you and Steve look at the intruder with wide eyes. It’s the Chief.

The new Chief was okay, you guessed. He was also brought in by the feds. He was a kind older man, with deep set blue eyes and wispy white hair. He could have come straight out of a storybook. You thought the Chief delegated nicely, and you’d shared a few good laughs. Something always felt off, though – but you and Steve chalked that up to the fact that you both were extremely biased against anyone who wasn’t Hop.

“Noise disturbance call,” Chief Edwards says. “Some kids out on Maple Street are causing mayhem.”

Steve groans and throws his head back. “Please tell me it’s not 30 Maple Street.”

The Chief blinks. “It is.”

“God dammit,” Steve says under his breath. It’s Mike’s house.

You and Steve get into a patrol car and set off.

“Do you know these kids?” you ask.

“Yeah, they’re kind of… my kids?”  He scrunches his nose. “I keep them out of trouble.”

You pause, confused. “So, you babysit them?”

“No, no,” Steve says. His face grows slightly red. “They’re my friends.”

Steve pulls into the driveway of the house, blaring the siren once to scare the kids that were on the lawn. Their faces quickly went from scared to excited as they saw it was Steve in the car.

You both get out of the car, and Steve takes the lead. He puts his hands on his hips and faces the kids. There were 4 boys and 2 girls, no older than 16, if you could guess. One of them with dark hair is holding a hose, and the others are wet.

“What are you shitheads doing?” Steve asks sternly. A couple of the kids giggle.

“What seems to be the problem, officer?” the red headed girl asks.

“I told you we were being too loud,” a kid you recognize as Will Byers says. He is smart, sitting on the porch and just watching, amused.

“Right,” says Steve, pointing at Will in recognition. “Way too loud. Mike, where’s your parents?”

There’s a beat, and then the girl standing next to the red head quietly says, “Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler aren’t home.”

Steve sighs. “Alright, well, you could always act like idiots inside the house, you know.” He looks at the dark-haired boy holding the hose. “Mike, what are you doing with that?”

The boy’s face breaks out into a devilish grin, and you can predict what’s about to happen. He points the hose at Steve and a curly haired boy turns the handle to let the water spray out, missing Steve by a hair. He jumps back.

“HEY!” he shouts. “Not cool dude, not in my uniform!”

“Wimp,” you laugh, and push him forward, allowing him to get splashed. The kids cheer, and then Steve’s hands are on your arms, and he swings you around to get hit, too. You gasp at the freezing feeling on the back of your legs, but burst into laughter, trying to wrestle Steve back into the flow. This goes on for entirely too long before you suddenly realize that it probably isn’t a good look to be out here responding to a call and then partaking in the offense.

“Steve,” you say, and that’s all it takes for him to snap back into reality.

“This is fun and all,” he says, letting you go. “But we came to bust you, not join in.”

The curly haired boy turns the water off and Mike sets the hose down. Steve has a way with kids. He’s able to level with them and call them out at the same time. It’s pretty great to watch and it’s certainly something you admired him for.

“Who’s this?” the curly haired kid asks, grinning widely.

“Oh,” Steve says. “This is my partner, Y/N.”

“Do you get to carry a gun?”

“Lucas!”

“Sorry!”

“You hang out with Steve? That must suck,” the dark-haired boy, Mike, says.

“Every single day,” you say solemnly. “It’s the worst.”

“Hey,” Steve says quietly.

“I’m kidding, bud.” You punch his arm lightly. “You’re the best.”

You look back at the kids and they’re all staring at you with wide eyes. It makes you uncomfortable, so you clear your throat and say, “Well, uh – shift is almost over. We should be going.”

After an awkward farewell and another “please be quiet or I’ll kick your ass” from Steve, you both get in the patrol car. Steve sees Dustin gesture to call him, and he rolls his eyes, pulling out of the driveway.

“Why did they look at me like that?” you ask. “Because I said you’re the best?” You pause. “Do they hate you?”

He’s quiet for a while. Finally, he says, “I think it’s because we are really buddy-buddy but… I don’t really… I haven’t ever really… talked about you.”

You turn in your seat to face him. “Do you hate me?”

“Of course I don’t hate you.” His cheeks are red – he’s flustered. “You’re one of my best friends –“

“Then why don’t you ever talk about me? Or hang out with me?”

“It’s complicated,” he sighs. “It’s really complicated. I just – I don’t like … I get nervous about having new friends.”

You nod slowly. “Tommy H. and Carol.”

“Yeah.” It’s not really why he’s nervous, but it’s a good excuse. “I don’t want to get dicked over again.”

“Man,” you say, turning back to face the road. “I buy you a blueberry danish every single Monday. And a coffee. And I let you sing Queen at the top of your lungs, and I let you dance, and sometimes I even let you do it at 5 in the morning. I think if I didn’t want to be your friend, you would know by now.”

He’s quiet, thinking. You look at him, trying to read him.

“I guess I owe you the pleasure of hanging out with me,” he says after a while, a smile forming. “So maybe we can hang out Friday night.”

You gasp and throw your arm out, hitting him on the shoulder, making the car swerve slightly.

“Jesus –”

“Do you mean it?” you shout, smiling widely. “We can hang out?”

“I said maybe,” he teases. “It’s board game night with the kids – maybe you can come?”

You start chanting his name – “Steve Steve Steve Steve Steve! Really? Are you for real?”

“Yes!” He laughs and rolls his eyes again. “I’ll pick you up. It starts at 7.”

You smile so hard that your cheeks hurt.

Steve silently hopes he doesn’t regret this.

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[crossroadsfossil]

Fake titles!!!

"Giving matches to paper dolls"

"Making wishes out of Airplanes"

"For wheat is still wheat when mistaken for grass at a distance."

" you've got time to grow"

"Letters to myself"

"I begged god to spare you, 10yrs later he got the memo and knocked my front teeth."

-im sorry this^ title is so long-

"You and have a long walk home."

"We decided not to cry."

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

"Giving matches to paper dolls"

OTGW fic. 

When Wirt was finished with high school, he decided to take a gap year, encouraged by his stepdad, who also offered to help fix up an old car. Wirt chose a moped. 

His stepfather held up a hand when Wirt wheeled the moped into the garage. Wirt stopped and waited, his stepfather massaging the bridge of his nose before turning around and entering the house. Less than three minutes later he returned with a photo album, an almost manic grin on his face. Wirt ended up learning a lot about his stepfather’s own gap year, and his moped. His stepfather suggested he go south. 

Looking back on it, Wirt realized that was probably not a great choice. He might not have ended up going through the kudzu covered wall in the rain and ending up nursing what he hoped wasn’t a broken ankle. 

The woods were dark, and oh so familiar. 

plot: return to The Beyond. World hopping Wirt and Greg. Eventual Beast Wirt. 

"Making wishes out of Airplanes"

Plot: The thing about living in large cities was that light pollution drowned out all stars. The heavens could be raining down wish bearing stars and no one in the city or its suburbs would be able to see them. 

That’s alright. Izuku was used to taking terrible situations and transmuting them into success like an alchemist of old. He did it when he was young, he would do it again. 

He just hadn’t counted on Tomura being sent back in time with him. 

"For wheat is still wheat when mistaken for grass at a distance."

Inko Midoriya could once move mountains. If you gave her enough time and a spoon, she would show you a new valley where it used to be. Marriage and the birth of her son had provided her the opportunity to retire - something she took with both hands and would refuse to give up. 

Or it had been until she had seen what Izuku was being sent into, what even the top ten couldn’t prevent from happening to her son. She was... disappointed. She had expected more of them and, well. There were few things that could prompt her into leaving retirement. Izuku was always one of them, and when he asked how to save a person, well. 

She pulled out the small black book with her cyphered contact list and began to call in favors and upon old friends. 

" you've got time to grow"

One of the first things he was told after being taken in by the commission was that he was to be called Hawks. Which was fine. He liked it. It sounded cool. It sounded badass. 

The second thing he was told was that he was being placed in a home. A pair of foster parents, carefully vetted. His mom had always told him to slow down, to not go as fast. Clearly, he didn’t listen to her. He didn’t regret it. Now, now he was forced to slow down. Bandages pulling at his back and shoulders, the echoing pain dulled by creams and medication. That wouldn’t stop him normally but the driveway that was half a kilometer to the road hindered him. The fact that the nearest town was an hour's drive beyond that was another factor. Until his wings grew back, if they grew back, he was stuck at his parent’s retirement home. 

“Hawks, honey, the farmhands are almost here.” His mother said, phone in hand. “Your mom says they picked up lunch on the way back. From the glee in her voice, I think she got several buckets. I swear.” She sighed fondly and left. Minutes later he heard the front door open, and the tromping in of several sets of feet. With a sigh, he got up and limped down to the dining area. 

At the threshold, he froze, seeing people he didn’t want to ever see again, and especially not with his mothers in the same room. 

“Hawks.” Spinner said, surprise written over his face. The heads of the rest of the league snapped hard toward him, surprise and creeping dread over everyone’s face.  

"Letters to myself"

If Phalnex could have written a letter to his past self, he would have encouraged another post. Any post. Any position would have been better than where he was currently. Yes, there were benefits but he would not consider this one of them. 

A large feline purred as he entered the hanger. It was the largest of the lions- that was what the humans were calling them. He wasn’t sure what their fascination with comparing wildlife to creatures they had on their homeworld. He saw where they drew the comparisons, but still. 

“Oh thank fuck.” A familiar voice said. His ears swiveled to pinpoint where the holder of the voice was and he spotted her held between the lion’s front two paws. 

“Vin.” He greeted. The Midoan smacked the paws until they loosened enough for her to wiggle out from between them. She offered him a sympathetic look as she sped by him. As soon as she cleared the door, he was being picked up, scruffed as if he was a kit. 

Gods, he couldn’t wait until that pilot returned. This lion was ungodly clingy without him. 

"I begged god to spare you, 10yrs later he got the memo and knocked my front teeth."-im sorry this^ title is so long-

This would actually be a series, a trilogy to be exact. Age/roleswap. 

I begged god to spare you, - 

If there was one thing Izuka was worried about, it was this year’s UA internships. Tokoyami was doing his best to reassure him, but even the antics of darkshadow (who was doing her best to imitate an overly fluffy utahraptor) weren’t easing the twisting in his stomach. Something felt wrong. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when the interns had left with his sidekicks, something trilled at him to go with them, even though Recovery Girl had assured him that between herself, Apex and Ravine, they would be fine. There was a knock and then Ochako stuck her head in. She had that look she got when dealing with Bakugo and paperwork in the same room- a mix of exhausted and simmering annoyance. 

“Guess who found trouble?” She said. Izuku groaned and let his head thump the table. 

10yrs later he got the memo - 

The two children before him were pale-haired, short, and one of them was looking at Izuku like he dared the hero to come closer. Toshi was letting Recovery Girl look over his arm, inspecting her work before moving on to Enji. The fire-user was giving a glare towards Toshi that, were his flames capable of shooting from his eyes, his classmate would be ash already. 

The smaller of the two children clung to, what Izuku assumed was his older brother. Both were too skinny, and the smaller (younger?) of the two looked several minutes away from toppling over. 

“I’m Izuku.” Midoriya greeted. The kid that bit Toshi snarled and reached out a hand, only for it to be grabbed and pulled away. 

“Shigaraki.” The smaller sibling interrupted, shooting his brother a look. A silent conversation passed between them, and Izuku let them. No one knew what their quirks were, but judging by the fact that the yakuza had them, he was sure it was powerful and dangerous. Worst case scenario, he asked for Miss Eri and got Tenko in here to provide a pep-talk. 

and knocked my front teeth. - 

“Babysitting?” Touya asked, dropping his bag and removing his shoes. Tenko nodded. Around him, there was what appeared to be the entirety of Tenko’s comic collection. One child was eagerly engrossed, chattering excitedly at his brother. The brother glared at everyone, tracking their movements. He hoped Tenko had told his boss that he wasn’t keeping the brats overnight. Being roommates with a hero-ling was one thing. Being dragged into a literary trope was another, and as much as he enjoyed his college courses on such books, he didn’t want to live one. 

Tenko got up and pulled Touya into the hallway, just far enough that they could talk but not far enough that Tenko couldn’t lean back and keep an eye on them. 

“Midoriya-san is working on placement, but well. He was of the opinion that our apartment was the safest place for him. The yakuza are after them.”

Touya snorted. Of course Tenko got dragged into this. 

“Well, Deku isn’t wrong. We’ve got what, four heroes and an almost doctor here? If Himiko can make it, we can add one spy to the list.” 

“She’s not a spy.” 

“Uh-huh. And Iguchi hasn’t adopted half his class.” Tenko opened his mouth to negate that statement but a pale-haired child peered around the corner. 

“Who’s a spy?” of course that was what interested the angry child. 

"You and I have a long walk home."

This would be a FMA fic, mostly because I want to just have shenanigans as Ed and Al get kicked off a train and have to walk back. Post the end of the series and they go through a town they’ve been through before. Very soft and very sweet. Some Teacher!Edward and alphonse getting to do a lot of things he couldn’t the first time around, like pet all the barn cats and fondle the freshly washed wool and being buried in cuddly sheep. 

"We decided not to cry."

"The tears of a mermaid.” Ginko set the small bottle on the witch’s desk. She picked it up, tilting it before leveling a skeptical glare at him. 

“These certainly aren’t.” She set the bottle down, but stopped him as he went to put them back in his pack. 

“It doesn’t mean I don’t want them. I do want the story. What happened to the real tears?” 

Ginko smiled, sitting down. The witch leaned over and lit another stick of incense. He voiced his thanks before launching into the story. 

plot: mushishi episode basically. Will contain mermaids, mer-other things, and some potential murder. 

[annab-nana]

You’re Family - Colby Brock

Y/n’s been hanging out with the trap house boys for a little while and has been dating Colby for a month, but when she leaves them, she comes home to her monster of a father. She realizes she can’t keep her father’s actions a secret from her friends and boyfriend much longer.

Warnings: some curse words; physical abuse; mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k+

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The room was filled with the laughter of all of us as we watched Jake trip over the penny board that he had left in the middle of the floor. Thankfully, he caught himself before he faceplanted.

“Nice save there buddy,” Aaron joked. Jake sent him an evil glare, which only made me laugh more. My giggles slowed when I felt my phone buzz in my hand. I lifted it to see who was trying to contact me and much to my dismay, it was my piece of crap father. The text read: Come home, now. My eyes widened. I don’t know what I did to piss him off this time, but it didn’t look good. I quickly got up from beside Colby and turned to face the group.

“I have to go, guys, but hopefully, I’ll see y’all soon.” I hoped I would see them again. My dad might make sure I don’t see them again. He doesn’t like me to leave very often. I tried to smile at the guys, but it was probably very evident that it was forced. Colby stood up to walk me to the door as he always does.

“Bye, y/n!” The guys collectively shout as Colby places his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards the door.

“Bye guys!” I say with fake enthusiasm over my shoulder and wave at them. My gaze shifts from the guys to Colby, who looked a little confused. “What’s up, Colbs?” I asked him as I reached for the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. He stepped out with me and shut the door behind him.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I couldn’t help but notice how you reacted when you got the text and said you had to go home. Is everything okay?” My breath hitched in my throat a little before I spit out a quick answer.

“Oh, it was just my dad. I forgot to do the dishes last night and he wants me to finish them before I do anything. You know how parents are, right?” I didn’t completely lie. It was my father, but that wasn’t the reason. I prayed Colby couldn’t see straight through the bullshit I just told him. He seemed a little skeptical but let me go.

“Okay, babe. See you later,” He told as he came down to kiss my cheek. I smiled at him as he pulled away before telling him bye and heading to my car. When I shut my car door, I saw that he was still standing at the front door, smiling like an idiot. I laughed and waved at him. He waved back and headed inside. He was a really goofy sometimes, but I loved it. I pulled out of their house and started the way to mine.

I really want to tell Colby about my situation, but I don’t want him to worry about it because I know he will. He has a lot going on with his Sam and Colby channel and is always going to meetings and stuff. He’s constantly busy and the last thing he needs to worry about is me. When he’s with me, I want him to be carefree and have fun.

I’m just ready to get whatever is about to happen with my dad over with so I can go to my room and be left alone. I thought that I’d be back before he came home to do the dishes, but I guess he came home early. The drive home was super slow as I was dreading going home. I pulled into our driveway and walked to the door. As soon as I walked in, the strong smell of alcohol hit me like a brick.

“Y/n, get in here!” I hear his voice ring throughout the house. I shut the door and walk into the living room right where I expected him to be, leaned back in his dingy old chair sipping on a beer. His gaze lifted from the TV to me.

“Where have you been?” He asked me, sounding like he was trying to hold back the anger, but I knew he was going to unleash it any second now.

“I was with some friends.” I tried my best to sound calm, but on the inside, I was freaking out. He doesn’t know I hang out with a bunch of guys. I always tell him I’m with my other friends, Avery and Olivia.

“Who?” He questions.

“Who am I always with, Dad?” I didn’t mean to say that with attitude, but a little slipped out.

“Don’t get smart with me, y/n. Who were you with?” He said, raising his voice.

“Avery and Olivia,” I rush out quickly as I take a small step back. He put his drink down and leaned forward in his chair.

“That’s funny because I saw Olivia at the gas station earlier.” My eyes widened slightly as I came up with something to say back.

“She left early. She had to babysit again,” I lie straight through my teeth. My breathing was getting faster as my nerves built. He stood up and threw the pillow that was in his lap across the room.

“Keep on lying, y/n. Your punishment is only going to get worse. Olivia was on her way to run an errand for her mom and she said Avery was on vacation, so I’m going to give you one more time to tell me where the hell you were.” Fuck, I really messed up. I was leaned up against the wall, as far back from him as I could be at the moment.

“Other friends that I met a few months ago, Colby, Sam, Jake, Aaron, Corey, and Devyn,” I confess to him. There’s no point in lying anymore. He’s already caught me and there’s no way out of it. He charged for me and wrapped his hand around my neck which lead to several slaps, kicks, punches, and so much more.

After a while, I was lying on the living room floor, crying in sadness and pain, but not too loud. If he heard me, he’d come back. He left the house to go drink some more. I managed to get up and make it to my room. I went to the bathroom and grab the basket that I kept under the sink. It had supplies for when this happened. I wiped off the blood from the cut on my lip. My dad was a smart man and made sure he hit me where it wasn’t visible, but he slapped me pretty hard and cut my lip. I tended to every cut and wound and grabbed my phone. I need to tell someone. I can’t keep doing this.

“Hello?” I heard Colby’s soothing voice through the speaker of my phone, which made me cry more.

“Hey,” I sniffled a little when replying, sure he heard me.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” I could hear how concerned he was for me just in his voice. I wipe some of the tears with the back of my hand and stared up at my ceiling.

“Can you come over here? I need you.” He’s never been to my house before. I always insisted that I’d be fine when I left him and that I’d text him when I got home so he knew I got home safe. “I’ll send you my address.”

“Okay, I’m on the way.” He told me before hanging up. I continued staring at the ceiling and crying until Colby came. I walked to the door after I heard a knock and opened it. His eyes looked so sad when he saw me. Aside from the cut on my lip, my crying had messed up my makeup and the bruises were showing through. I fell into his arms crying, just ready to see him, one of the few people who make me happy.

“Y/n, what happened?” He asked me, pulling us away so he could look at me. His face looked so hurt when he examined mine. I looked down and placed my head against his chest.

“My dad… He umm…. He’s not a good guy like you, Colby. He… He…” I couldn’t physically say that he hit me without breaking down completely. Colby rubbed my back, whispering that it’s okay now and that he’s here.

“Let’s go to your room, okay?” He questioned and I nodded before leading him to it. We walked in and sat down on the bed. Colby grabbed my bookbag that he saw sitting next to the end of my bed and walked into my closet, grabbing clothes and putting them in the bag.

“Colby, what are you doing?” I asked him.

“I’m getting you out of here. You can live with me and the guys and Dev at the house. You can’t stay here.” He finished with my clothes and went into my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and stuff. My basket was out, and I had bloody wipes still sitting on the countertop. He walked out and looked at me. “Are you ready to go?”

“I guess so,” I said as I grabbed his hand that he had reached out to me. We left the house and got in Colby’s car. “Are you sure I’m not intruding on your and the guy’s lives?”

“You are never intruding on my life. The more of you I get, the better. As for the guys, they love you almost as much as I do. They’ll be excited, I promise.” He told me as he grabbed my hand and kissed it. I smiled at the amazing man in the driver’s seat.

“Sorry I lied to you earlier. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell you yet.” I muttered, referring to what I told him before I left.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I understand,” He told me. In no time, we arrived at their house. Colby slung my bag over his shoulder and grabbed my hand.

“Are you ready?” He asked me, his eyes staring right back at mine. I nodded and we head to the door. He opened it and all the guys were playing around right there in the hall in front of the stairs. They turned to us and looked at me. I didn’t fix my makeup like I should have, so my scars and bruises were visible and the fact that I had been crying was very evident. Corey was the first to say something.

“Y/n, are you okay?” I almost started crying again right there but held back any tears that threatened to fall. I looked to Colby and he spoke for me thankfully.

“Some stuff happened, but y/n’s going to stay with us for a little while.”

“If that’s okay with you guys,” I muttered lowly.

“Of course, it’s okay,” Aaron said.

“Yeah, y/n. You’re family.” Sam stated. My heart warmed at his statement.

“You mean that?” I ask him.

“Of course, he does, y/n. You’re one of us.” Jake added. I looked up at Colby and smiled.

“Thanks, guys,” I whisper as I leave Colby’s side to go hug them. After I hug them all, Jake speaks up again.

“We love you, y/n, but if you’re going to be living with us, you and Colby are going to have to be quiet when you’re upstairs if you know what I mean.” The group busted out in laughter just like we were a few hours ago. I love these guys and my new home.

[daddystevee]

Crashing Down

(steve harrington x hopper!reader / billy hargrove x hopper!reader)

BLEHHHHHH I’m having a REALLY hard time writing this rn, just because I feel like the story isn’t really progressing that much. And like i'm just going over parts of the show that has actually happened.. But i'm gonna keep truckin through i guess. I think this chapter is gonna be pretty long because im gonna try to get through a lot. There’s not a whole lot of Billy or Steve in this chapter but more like sister bonding with the girls <3 I dunno feedback would be greatly appreciated!!! <3 Thanks to everyone that's been reading it and thanks to @harringtown​ whose been supporting me through this whole thing. I honestly don't think I would be able to do this without her. <3 so go check her stuff out shes my main source of inspiration- also she's just the BEST writer like ever! She’s totally tubular. ;)

catch up here

Warnings: Curse words? Angst? I dunno anymore man.

Part 4/?

Word count: 2.1k (a big boy)

Summery: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just come crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

So there you were sitting on the counter in the back room of Scoops watching Steve pace back and forth, trying to understand Russian and eating a banana. 

Dustin cut off the recorder and asks Steve what he thinks about it. 

“Sounds familiar.” Steve says finishing off his banana. 

“What?” both you and Dustin say at the same time

“The music, that music right there at the end.”

You sigh heavily and put your head in your hands,

“Steve, you’re such an idiot.”

The two boys start arguing about the fact that Steve should be paying attention to the words not the music when you butt in again.

“I can’t take this shit anymore,” you said looking back and forth between the two fighting boys, “I’m going home.”

You push yourself up and off of the counter and start to walk out the door when Robin burst through the door clearly fed up and aggravated.

“Alright, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there.”

She notices that her ‘You Suck’ board has been erased and looks at you as if you were the one to erase the board. You stick your hands up in surrender with wide eyes and looked back at Steve and Dustin.

“I guarantee you what we’re doing is way more important than your data.” Dustin said, looking to you for reassurance.

You just shrug your shoulders at him.

“Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyway?” Robin says.

You slowly start to back up towards the door with that question, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go now..”

Once you make it out the door you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You hear Robin tell the guys that she’s fluent in 4 languages.

Dustin seems very impressed, “Russian?”

“Ou-yay are-yay umb-day” she says.

Both Steve and Dustin are extremely impressed by her fancy words, you pop your head back in the door before officially leaving to add a few words.

“It’s pig latin, for ‘you are dumb’, you dingus’ ”

They all turned their heads to look at you, Robin had a smirk on her face and sent you a wink while the boys had dumbfounded looks on their faces. And with your last few words, you left.

><

You walked out of the ice cream parlor and took a look around to see what you could do to pass some time.

After walking around, looking at a few stores you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” Max screamed pulling El right behind her.

“Max! El? El, what are you doing here? You know you’re not supposed to be here right?” you asked Eleven, but looking at Max.

“SHE JUST- needed some girl time!” Max was quick to say, “The boys- they’re being real douchebags.”

You knew that all too well, especially with everything that’s been happening with Billy as of lately. 

“Yeah. We- wanted to go..” El turned her head to look at Max for reassurance. When max nodded her head, a smile creeped onto her face and she continued confidently, “shopping.”

You stood there with arms crossed looking at both of the younger girls. You remembered what it was like being their age, and you knew that the girls wanted to just have some harmless fun. So you smiled while rolling your eyes.

“Fine, BUT- only on one condition,” you started “you guys have to hang out with me.” 

The two girls both had giant smiles plastered on their faces. They looked at each other then looked back at you. They each took one of your hands and dragged you off to The Gap.

You and max both followed El around as she was looking around when she walked up to a display with a blue shirt with yellow, red and white lines on it. 

“Do you like that?” Max asks

“How do I know, what I like?” El responds

“You just try things on, until you find something that feels like you. Not Hopper, not Mike, Not Y/N,” she says as she points to you. You do a little spin showcasing your style, “you”

>cue shopping spree montage<

At the end of trying on lots, and lots of clothes El finally decides on two new outfits and a new romper. Max ends up with a new pair of sunglasses and you leave with a new hat and a few new shirts. 

You walk out of The Gap arm in arm with the two girls, giggling and smiling at each other like there is no one else in the world. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled into the Flash Studio.

You watch them dress up and take tons of pictures. Striking different poses and pretending to be someone else for the day. The even convinced you to take a couple of pictures with them. You truly were having the time of your life.

“How about some ice cream?” Max asks at the end of a fun filled day.

El looked at you with pleading puppy eyes begging you to say yes. She knew you wouldn’t say no to the puppy eyes.

You sighed and shook your head with a small smile on your face, “I don’t see why not.”

The three of you walk in to none other than Scoops Ahoy. You make your way up to the counter for the two girls to place an order. Right when Steve finishes making their cones and some other random cone Robin pulls open the divider,

“We’ve got our first sentence!”

“Really? Makin’ more progress than Harrington, huh?” you ask

“Can it Hopper” Steve says with a serious look on his face.

“The week is long” Robin says with a Russian accent.

“Well that’s thrilling.” Steve says sarcastically

“It’s progress!” she says before shutting the divider once again to continue her work.

Steve turns around holding three ice cream cones,

“Alright here ya go, you got a strawberry, and then a vanilla with sprinkles, extra whipped cream and a double scoop of peppermint stick.” he says handing the last cone to you.

The girls thank Steve but you just kind of look at him with a confused look.

“I didn’t ask for any ice cream Steve.” you say slightly confused

“It’s whatever, I know it’s like your favorite. On the house.” he says with a wink. He then turns to El, “Wait a second, are you even allowed to be here?”

Max and El start giggling and run away leaving you standing at the counter.

“Well, okay then.” he turns his attention to you.

“Guys, I think I’m just gonna hang out here until close! I’ll see you guys at home for dinner?” you half yell at the girls who are already out the door.

You walk around the counter and into the back room where Dustin and Robin were still sitting. They seemed to be discussing what they had found out and were trying to figure out what their next move would be. They just seemed to be all around struggling with the next few phrases. 

The week is long, The silver cat feeds, When blue meets yellow in the west. 

You weren’t sure if you should mention the fact that your mom, who knew Russian, taught you at a young age how to speak Russian, or if you should just wait to see if Steve remembers.

You choose to sit there and taunt them, making little side comments every now and then throwing them off track. The translation ended up taking well over 8 hours, seeing how they finished after the mall had already closed.

You all read out the whole phrase together for the first and final time for that day, the phrase didn’t really make any since, but you felt like this would be a good time to tell them what you had been hiding from them all day.

“You know we totally could’ve been done with this like 8 hours ago.” you say super casually.

“What?” the three of them as in unison looking at you like you were crazy.

“I mean you guys asked Robin if she knew how to speak Russian..” 

“But we never asked you- dammit!” Steve yelled.

“Steve, what’s she talking about.” Robin asks already kind of knowing where this is going.

“I’ll catch you guys tomorrow!” You say with a smirk grabbing your bag and heading for the doors.

“Holy shit.” Dustin says finally connecting the dots

“She knows Russian, (Y/N) fucking knows Russian! Her mom taught her when she was in like, the first grade or something.” Steve sighs as he puts his head in his hands.

With the biggest smirk on your face you were out the door and in your truck headed back to the cabin.

><

You walk into the cabin to music playing loudly, but coming from El’s room. You knock on the door a few times and you open the door to see Max dancing around and El looking through on of your older magazines.

“Hey guys, just wanted to let you know I’m here and was wondering if you guys wanted anything to eat.” you asked the two girls.

They both looked at you and shook their heads and then returned back to what they were doing before you walked in.

You closed the door and headed to your room leaving the door open in case they needed anything.

Suddenly you heard the music cut off but it was soon replaced with static, that could only mean one thing.

The next thing you heard was them giggling over whatever El had seen, putting a small smile on your lips.

There was a loud engine that sounded like it was pulling into the driveway meaning that your dad had finally come home for the night after his date with Joyce.

You emerged from your room to talk to your dad about how his night went. He was so excited to finally get to take her out on a date. But when he walked in the house, he obviously looked extremely drunk and would most likely be hungover in the morning.

He looked at you and then looked at El’s closed door, he suddenly became filled with anger.

“Hey- HEY! When I say 3 inches,” 

“Dad, wait it’s not what you-” you started to say as he marched furiously over to the door where he thought he would find Mike and El behind closed doors, “think.”

The door slams open and he finds not the couple, but only two innocent teenage girls lying on the floor looking at magazines and comic books.

 You stand there awkwardly with your arms crossed, watching as the mess of your father tries to hold a small conversation with the girls. He turns shuts the door and turns around to face you with a blank look on his face.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?” You ask rolling your eyes slightly annoyed but mostly playful.

Hopper just has this smug look on his face, he goes to the fridge crack open a beer and gets on his recliner knowing that the little stunt he had pulled with Mike had worked.

You were finally ready to retreat to your room when Max pops her head out the door and asks you if you want to play a game with them and you happily oblige.

><

You sit down on the floor next to the bed where El and Max have a poster with names written on papers and a glass bottle, it almost looked like they were playing spin the bottle, except they would be using Eleven’s powers to spy on people.

They spin the bottle once and it lands on Mr.Wheeler and they decide that he’s too boring to spy on so they spin again and it lands on Billy.

“I don’t know, this might not be a good idea” Max says

“No!” you say almost a little too forcefully, “No, I want to know what he’s been up to. I really haven’t seen him in a few days.”

El nods her head, and puts the blindfold on as you grab the radio from her dresser and put it on a channel with nothing but static.

The two of you wait in silence for a few minutes before El says that she’s found him.

“What’s he doing?” Max asks

“I don’t know, he’s on the floor?” El says kind of confused, ‘Talking to someone.”

There’s a long pause before she rips off her blindfold, breathing very heavily.

“What? What happened?” you ask.

She just stares at you with a distraught look on her face, like she had seen something, something she wasn’t supposed to see.

[nic-214]

Jimercury: Model (2)

Art Credit: Darlingfreddie (Tumblr)

Tw: Domestic Violence

Jim storms into his manger's office a scared Freddie follows after him, "What is this?!" he slams a magazine down onto the table.

In bold letters the magazine title read: "Famous Model Caught With Illegal Immigrant??!!" and a picture of Jim pressed against his car with Freddie bitting on his neck in the parking lot, Jim's head tossed back in a silent moan both seem to be enjoying themselves.

"Look," his manger says softly flipping through the magazine, "We'll talk to Paramour Weekly and have the magazine recall if you're not comfortable with this."

Jim grits his teeth, "I want to clear some shit up first. Call Steven and set me up to be interviewed by Creative Gazette, alright. I'm doing a quick photoshoot for today then the interview.''

Jim storms out and Freddie follows. Diva Taylor gives them a smile and prissy wave, " You!" Jim roars grabbing Roger by his collar, "You took those damn pictures!! You made me seem like some whore!!"

Roger laughs, "You can't touch me lard ass. I'll have you fired and get you blacklisted from ever agency in the country."

"So you did do it." Freddie says, " Why? Are you still pissed that I wouldn't let you use me like your bitch? Are you pissed that Brian finds me more attractive than you? Are you pissed that Brian tried to sleep with me?"

Roger lets out a snarl and shoves Jim away. The blond stomps over and jabs a finger into Fred's bony chest, "I'm getting you fired and making sure you'll never work again."

Brian who was standing there silently there the entire time grabs Roger by his hair hard, "I fucking hate you." Brian says anger dripping from his words, "I'm only here for our baby.''

Roger jerks around and slaps Brian hard across his face, ''You don't talk to me like that. I'll tell the police you beat me and rape me, and you'll never get to see your baby."

Brian's face pales and he lowers his hand, the handprint on his face still a angry pink.

"Should we-" Jim shushed Freddie and hurries into his private room.

The Irishman dials 999 quickly and reports Roger in to the police. He locks the door afterward and prays silently, Freddie prays as well.

"D-Do we do the photoshoot still?"

"You want a paycheck right?" Jim asks.

Freddie nods and gets things ready for Jim. After what seemed like the 80th picture a commotion was heard from outside. Jim slides a shirt back on and the two step out of the room, Freddie's camera was still in his hands out of his bag.

"You can't arrest me!! Do you know who I am?! My daddy will ruin you!!" Roger yells fighting against the officers.

Freddie started recording shakily.

"Sir we need you to calm down. We just want to talk." a younger officer says.

Roger tries to spit on him only to get kneed in the back roughly. Which made Roger cry out about the baby.

The entire hallway was crowded with people as Roger was getting arrested. Brian stood numbly watching his husband fight the officers, the thirty-two year old looks down at his hand and removes his ring.

"This is our faults isn't it?" Freddie asks softly as the crowd starts to file down the halls. Jim only nods and tries to push past the throng of people taking Fred's hand as they pushed through.

"Brian," Freddie says softly as they stop.

Brian looks up then down at them he looks to of been crying, "T-Thank you." was all he said before he starts to sob.

Jim tosses his arm over Brian's shoulder, "Lets get you some water. Maybe something to snack on."

Brian sniffles and trembles a little as they leave the building. Jim squeezes Fred's hand seeing both Creative Gazette and Paramour Weekly camera men outside the building filming and snapping pictures.

"Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor!" a reporter yells trying to shove a microphone into his face, "Is it true Roger was abusive?!"

Brian held his hand up and tries to cover the camera up, "N-No comment." he sounded broken the handprint was still faintly visible on his cheek.

Jim rushed him to his car and they quickly leave the scene. They got stuck in traffic on the way to a restaurant. Jim drums his fingers against the wheel, Brian hiccups and rubs his face.

"Is it bad that I forgive him?" Brian asks.

Freddie makes a small noise and looks to Jim, "His father abused him.... He couldn't break the cycle..... He took it out on me... I know I'll get to keep our baby... So I'll break the cycle for our child."

Jim grips the wheel and shifts in his seat, "Roger is quite the scandal... He's cheated on you-"

"5 times with women and 3 times with men." Brian says anger now spilling out.

"What if the baby isn't yours?" Freddie asks.

Brian sits up properly banging his head off the car roof. He rubs his head, "I'll raise the child as my own and give them a nurturing home. You can have a child but it takes something special to be a dad."

The car was filled with an awkward silence now as they cruise past traffic. The three of them got to a cheap restaurant to eat for lunch. Brian munched down on salad and a tofu burger, he looked so tired.

"I wasn't just Roger's husband..." Brian says out of the blue, "I was his modeling agent and I did camera work on the side with other models that made him jealous."

Freddie pats his hand, "I'm so sorry.''

Brian looks at Freddie then to his salad, "I want you to be my new model."

Jim and Freddie both gasp, "B-But aren't I too dark?"

Brian raises a brow, "You look perfect. Tiny too... Most agencies like that for some reason." Brian waves his fork.

"We can take some practice pictures at my studio." Jim offers wanting to support his boyfriend.

Freddie stammers and covers his mouth blushing, "I-I-I.. Im.. Oh thank you both!" he hugs them both.

They finished up lunch and head to Jim's studio. Freddie was practically bouncing now, "Do I still look pretty with my short hair?"

They were walking up the stairs now, Jim kisses him, "You're so beautiful no matter what... But short hair does look good on you."

Brian chuckles and sets up the lighting and camera, "Alright give me a ballet dancer's pose. I want to see something."

Freddie stretches and wiggles a little. He takes a deep breath and poses.

(Picture)

"Perfect.'' Brian says snapping pictures. He grins showing Jim his favourite.

"You're a better model than me." Jim chuckles, "Practically all natural model."

Freddie felt his blush grow darker and he covers his teeth, "Thank you, darlings."

As the two were chattering about getting Freddie a contract, Brian's phone goes off and his answers it. He sighs and talks about Roger and the baby before hanging up, "Well.. Guess who's going to court?"

........

It was a long lengthy trial that Roger tried to drag on but thanks to Jim's connections and wealth Brian was able to carry on the trial. Roger was found guilty of domestic assault, fraud, drug possession, and identity theft. He loses all rights to his child once it's born and it'll be placed with its father, Brian. But he'll only serve 35 years though.

Brian nearly cried his abuser was out of his life and he got to raise the baby. He thanked Jim over and over again for his help, "Don't thank me. Just make me and Fred the godfathers to Brian Jr."

Brian giggles and picks up the fat man hugging him tightly, "I owe you my life!"

Jim chuckles, "I just want to see my baby become a star. That's all I want from you besides the godfathers part."

Brian nods undoing his hair from his man-bun he lets the long licks trickle down him, "I can't wait to change diapers, squish their wittle cheeks, teach them about space!" Brian babbles as they leave the courthouse.

"Do you have a nursery ready?" Freddie asks.

Brian pales, "Fuck!" he bolts down the stairs, "I've only got the walls painted and a tiny square crib ready!" Brian panics running his hands through his curls.

"Jim?" Freddie looks over to him.

Jim was already on the phone talking to people, "I'm on it. My godchild will have the fanciest nursery."

Brian gives him a look, "Just a normal nursery, I'm already in debt to you."

Jim laughs, "Mr. May no you are not. I'm just being your friend."

......

(Nursery)

Jim and Brian had the nursery all set for the baby which they found out to be a girl. They were ready to go when the caseworker called Brian to the hospital for the labor. Freddie grabbed the clothing bag for the baby and they took off. Jim and Freddie sat in the waiting room they were going to be supportive.

Brian was watching his daughter be born while three officers stood guard even though Roger was handcuffed to the bed railing. Some part of Brian wanted to comfort him, to let him know the pain was almost over. Was he being too nice? Yes, but that was in his nature. He walked over and held Roger's hand telling him words of comfort. Soon Brian heard, "Would the father like to cut the cord?''

Brian did so, he held the baby first Roger wasn't allowed and hearing his cries hurt but the bitch had it coming. After a day in hospital and much bickering on a name Brian had come up with one, "Jimena (hay-MAY-nah) Frederica May." Brian announces.

"Spell her first name please?" Jim asks.

"J-i-m-e-n-a." Brian spells.

Jim blushes and grins, "You really did it? You named her after us?"

"You two have been my truest friends. I think she needs the names of the two strongest people I know."

Jim could feel himself tear up. He and Freddie hug Brian and hold his little girl.

"You know she's a brunet right?" Jim says playing with her fuzz.

"Green eyes too." Freddie comments.

"Kinda looks grey.." Brian adds he paused, "I know she may not be mine. But I'll love her no matter what."

"She was born with addictive issues.. Roger did drugs with her in the womb." Brian tells them, "But I love her so much. I'm willing to help her."

After discussing with Brian about getting help and babysitting, Jim and Fred left. One the drive back to Jim's Freddie looks over at him, "Is it bad that I want a baby?"

Jim nearly swerves, "Really?" he grins, "Freddie-"

"But I'm scared to carry."

Jim pauses now pulling into their driveway, "I'll carry our baby then."

Freddie kisses him gingerly, "But we're waiting right? Until we're a little older and more on our feet right?"

Jim nods and nuzzles him, " When we're 29 and 27?"

Freddie nods that seemed like a long time away, "I love you."

"I love you too."

They kiss again and Freddie couldn't be more in love with his Irishman.

[emrysarthurpendragon]

When they noticed his slow changes, the Emrys family had been stunned. What caused him to age again, slightly faster than his own son? One day, he had been Merlin, the goofy young man. The next, he woke up looking like a forty-year-old man. Another week passed, and he looked around forty-five. Until one day he presented a sixty-year-old grandpa. Old enough to be who he was: a father and grandfather to young Hunith. For an obscure reason, no one in the district seemed to notice the change. They still saluted him by a quick “Morning, mister Emrys”, they still ask for advice when someone got sick in their family, and they even told him he looked younger by the day. Which was fun, because he clearly did not. With his wrinkles, he felt like by now, Freya and himself could do the pair. With a sigh, the man left his couch and headed toward the door and outside, where he collected the mails. Most were just adverting for the local shops and then, there was this envelop. Brown with a delicate calligraphy on it. The letter was addressed to both Merlin and Gaius Emrys. At the moment, Gaius and Alice were at work and the old man babysat his granddaughter. Hunith was currently playing in the main room. Short after her birth, the family moved back to the countryside, in the house Merlin owned since forever. To the local, they were just the descendant of a long last lineage finally coming back to their birth land. From the window, Merlin watched the goats jumping and running. Today was a beautiful, sunny day.

“Hunith, love,” he said, chuckling when the six-months-old stopped her games, her mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ with biscuits leftovers all over her face. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Meeeeh Meeeh!” she half scream and giggled.

“Yes, you can pet the baby goats. But not before we clean your face. You look like a little piggy. Where is my beautiful baby girl?” Merlin teased, and the girl’s soft laugh erupted. Hunith was laughing all the time, like most kids should if they were as lucky as his granddaughter. With a wet towel, Merlin whipped her face from all the food left and they headed outside. For those who believed the UK was in a perpetual bad weather, today could definitely prove them wrong. The moment they stepped outside; various animals ran toward them in a cacophony of attention whoring beasts. Hunith had eyes for the baby goats only and giggled when one managed to lick her little feet. Unknown cats and their babies appeared too. From the distance, they heard their horse, named Lancelot. When Merlin asked his daughter-in-law when she picked that name, she just said it was fun, since he was a Merlin, to have a Lancelot around. In fact, if he had not stopped her with the Arthurian’s naming, half their animals would have such names by now. Together, first and third generation sat in the grass. Merlin smiled. The little one was so advanced compared to the others. With his help, she already tried to stand and laughed when she succeeded. At this rate, she may even talk before she turns one-year-old. Together, they enjoyed their time and Merlin cherished all the memories. With him aging again, he knew that one day, he would have to say goodbye. That knowledge pushed him to share his numerous stories with the baby. From the time he woke up on an abandoned island, with no memories, to his life with his spouse and all the happiness afterwards.

“You are so loved, baby. This world is a hard place to live in, but one day, I’m sure you can change the world. You’ll find someone you love and, if you want, build a family with them. You can even stay single if you want, because love is not just about romance, but friendships too. Friends are so important; they are the family you chose. They keep you safe and sometimes, they are a real pain. Trust me,” Merlin laughed, the vague memory of a group of men flashing for a second. “And even if it doesn’t last, you have to cherish their memories, as they helped make you the way you are now.”

 How ironic, though a voice in a corner of his mind, making the former immortal frowned. Don’t be a fool, Merlin, you know deep down that you never followed your own advice. You forgot them all.

 Was his conscience having a conscience? With his luck, probably. He was that kind of man. Immortal for centuries. Suddenly not that much, when he held Hunith for the first time. Now, of course, he had to debate with himself about the same past he forgot for a reason or another. Still, Merlin crawled back into reality when he heard a car coming their way. From afar, he recognised Alice’s car and so did Hunith. The child clapped her hands and rolled on the grass while laughing. Whenever he heard her, Merlin felt the world becoming purer. The weight on his shoulders lifted, leaving him with a smile and no worries. From the driveway and between the trees, the familiar grey car appeared and parked under the old oak. From the driver sit came Alice and Gaius from the passenger’s. Lately, Gaius started growing his hair slightly more and they now reached his shoulders in small waves. Merlin guessed this was so kind of new fashion among young people. He was becoming too old for these things.

“Dad,” Gaius acknowledged him, picking his daughter to kiss her on the cheek. “How was the day?”

“Good, she’s an angel, as usual. Yours?”

“Alice had to sex up a teen penis’ after he stuck it in a soda can.”

“I wonder how we, as humans, can still exist with such specimens around,” Merlin laughed. How in hell did that kid thought it a great idea? Why, in the first place, people with penises felt like putting their wee bird everywhere? “Anyway… do you want something to eat or drink? I was bored when Hunith napped and made a cake. Also, a letter came for us, I waited to open it.”

 As a family they entered their home. Alice collapsed on the couch and hugged her daughter. Working women were not that common in the area and there was a lot of judgement from time to time. Merlin guessed harsh words had been spoken to his daughter-in-law by the way she held her baby. In a possessive and yet calming manner. Probably feeling her mother’s turmoil, Hunith started babbling cutely and playing with Alice’s hands while the men set the food and tea on the table. They talked and laughed together while they ate.

“So, what about that letter?”

“Oh, right!” Merlin stood and took it from where he left it earlier. They opened it with a knife and Gaius started reading. Whatever was written made him pale as he handed the paper to his father. Just like on the envelope, the writing was delicate, from the same person – nothing surprising here – but what was inside made Merlin feel dizzy and hopeful.

 I know where is Freya Emrys. Come to the Isle of Rum. I’ll wait for you.

 “The Isle of Rum?” Merlin murmured with a gut feeling. If he were right, and he certainly was, this was the name given to the former Isle of the Blessed. Where he opened his eyes as a new Merlin. The one place he swore he would never go back to. According to the old legends, the Isle was a portal to the land of Avalon, just like the lake in London. Funny, right? That was the reason he couldn’t even trust the old stories. How two distant places were meant to belong to the same land? It was like telling King’s Cross was both in London and Dublin. Stupid.

“You know that place? You think it’s serious?”

“I… I went here, once,” Merlin explained. “A long time ago. Way before I met your mother. When the roman’s expansion was a thing. There’s a strange energy around the place. Coming from a sword trapped in stone… no, Alice, don’t start with King Arthur again.”

“Well, the sword thing is quite obvious. You can’t deny it,” Alice answered. “Plus, what’s so bad with the legend? Some people just don’t care about it but you… you almost seem afraid. You’re a brave man, Merlin. You fought in wars we can’t even imagine, you faced Death more time than any humans… I just can’t believe mere fairy tales can scare you.”

From the corner of his eyes, Merlin noticed his son’s smirk. He knew the young man always wondered the same things as he grew up. He always noticed how Merlin flinch when the legends were mentioned. Which happened often, with a name like his. His family started wondering, after some time, if there were not some sort of correlation between the myth and his reaction. Just like Alice now. Still, if Freya had been seen near the Island or even on it – for what reasons, he wondered – he had to go. Even a small chance was more than enough. Even if it meant leaving his family for a while. As usual, Gaius knew what was on his mind before he spoke and he heard him talk.

“I’m going with you. It’s mum.”

“We leave in three days. Alice, you can find someone to babysit Hunith? I guess you don’t want to skip work, and I understand.”

“Don’t worry. Go find my mother-in-law,” she whispered, smiling at the two hopeful men.

 * * *

 Three days later, the two Emrys’ left their home and took a train to Mallaig and then booked a boat. They charged as much food as possible before heading to the island. When they made their route plan to the life saver, the men had been surprised. No one ever visited that place because of the dangerous waters surrounding it, except for the last week, when a woman took the same route. In a glance, both men thought Freya had been the woman and they kept that thought in mind while they navigate toward their destination. The more they went into water, the more waves became stronger and stronger. They almost fell in deep waters more than once but, by some miracles, they made it in a couple of hours and attached their boat to a pontoon. The moment they set foot to the ground, something switched in the air. Gaius frowned at his surroundings.

“It seems familiar…” he whispered. “We never travelled here together, not even when I was little?” Gaius asked, the feeling growing stronger as they speak. Merlin did not answer though. His blue eyes we widen. He too was fighting that emotion. He felt anger and sadness mix in a dangerous cocktail, ready to explode at the first spark of fire. He saw a man, waiting for him behind a door. Like a ghost he stood there, not able to cross that wall between them. He needed him but feared what may come with that person.

 Two faces of the same coin… growled a deep voice inside the former warlock. Two faces? Who was the second face? That blond man? The soldier with a sad smile and slight disappointment written on his features?

 “Dad?” asked Gaius worried voice. “Are you okay?”

 Merlin shook his head, attempting a poor smile. He had not escaped that place for so long for no reasons. The mere thought of the sword, that cursed item lost and forgotten somewhere between the now huge forest and crumpled stones made him shiver. What if nothing had changed? Why in all the kingdoms on Earth and above had Freya decided to come here?

“Yes, sorry my dear boy. It’s just this place. It gives me the creep,” Merlin admitted, and he soon heard his son mutter a quick ‘language’, as his parents did to him in his early years. “We travelled a long way today… it’s time to sleep. I’ll set up camp and…”

“Dad, you’re old now. I can do it.”

“I can do it too, Arthur,” Merlin growled, quickly realising what he said. “Gaius. I meant Gaius.” Why did he…? And why did he almost call his son ‘prat’ like a forgotten habit with someone else? Were they memories? He knew he should not have come here in the first place. If it were not for his loving wife… well, with ‘if’ one can change the world. With Gaius, they set up camp for the night and for the first time, they slept together in the wild. Merlin always hated nights out. He always feared bandits were coming for them, mercenaries, even when the world changed enough for them to vanish in the cities.

 Had not he been so tired, Merlin would have heard someone’s feet brushing against the cold green grass. He would have noticed a white hand pull a tissue on his son’s face, with enough drug to make the young doctor sleep soundly. He may even have shown surprise when the frail figure picked the biggest man with no effort before dragging him in the darkest part of the wood, deliberately leaving a trail to lead him the next morning. He missed everything, until the sun rise.

 * * *

 The young woman gently placed Gaius on the altar, where people of the Old Religion used to practise sacrifices long ago. The world has changed though. If magic was to come back, there won’t be such killing anymore… except if they have a chance to go back to their time. Where they had a chance to start over and change the world. Even in that case, she knew Merlin would look after all magic users with a careful eye and play with the rules. He was, after all, their king. In a way. Long ago, they were enemies. Before that, they had been close friends. A spell put on her twisted everything and turned her into a monster but now, with help coming from Avalon and time to heal, the witch felt more like herself again. Of course, Uther betrayal still hurt, but not as much as a world without magic. Yes. Morgana was back on her track and she’ll do whatever it takes to save them and allow Arthur back in the living world. She knew of Freya’s failed attempt near lake Avalon, when Merlin almost remembered but shut everything the moment Arthur’s death started submerging him again. She knew how his magic’s leftover vanished the same day his soon-to-be mother was reborn, leading the man to the land of the dead. Should he die, naturally or not, before he regained his memories and magic… and even before his mother met once more Balinor and got pregnant… he may never come back again. That’s why they were in a hurry.

“I won’t hurt you, Gaius. I know I did in the past, but I’m me again. I am the Morgana Pendragon who loves her brother and care for her friend. I just need your help for a couple of hours…” she whispered, wearing the same green dress she offended arbour in her life. “I waited for so long… just like Merlin and Mordred, I travelled through ages. I don’t know why we survived like this. I guess the Source banned Mordred and I from Avalon because we committed many crimes. It was our punishment… and when Merlin banned magic, it gave us a second chance. We often met with Mordred. He’s a good man now. He bought a farm in Ireland; he is waiting for a sign and will join us eventually. He was there when they found you in Dachau. I was too. A nurse, but no one noticed me. Except Freya, of course. I sent the letter to Merlin, telling him about the camp so he can meet us and save you.”

 She continued her tale. Words flooding from her mouth and she never noticed Gaius was now awake. The young man was watching her, still groggy but focused. At least, she missed his stare until he whispered words she had not heard in a long time.

“Lady Morgana…” there was no hatred, fear or resentment in him. Just curiosity. “Am I dreaming?”

“No. You’re not. The Source is so close it makes people like us remember who they were in the past. Well, for those who died and came back,” the lady explained, pointing to a perfectly clean sword. It shone under the moon, like time never altered it for one minute. “My guess is, if you touch the sword, you will remember everything. But it’s up to you.”

“Wait… wait… why did you take me here? Where’s my dad?” Gaius asked, sliding back to his current life.

“I needed a bait, so he will come here. I’m sorry. I know he is scared of the past. But he needs to remember. We need him. The Once and Future King is waiting. He’s ready to rise, I dreamed about it… he’s waiting because without them, Albion will burn. The world will burn and all the people, men, women and children will too.”

Gaius knew, for an unknown reason, that the woman was telling the truth. He had many questions but for an answer, Morgana guided him to the sword. Something tickled his finger when he seized the hilt and pulled. The weapon did not even budge but still, he felt a burning wave rose and screamed. Memories rushed into his mind. The first time he met Merlin, as an old physician. The way the boy always got into trouble with young Prince Arthur. That time he almost got burn to protect his ward. Hunith worried letters, the way she missed her son. Wait… so now… he was his surrogate son’s son… and Hunith was his son’s granddaughter? Headache. In chaotic orders, he even remembered his first mother. The time Merlin told him about Freya, the lady of the Lake. The day Alice died in his first life; except they never had a child. When Balinor left Camelot, after the Great Dragon had been captured. Morgana, slowly turning to an evil creature, unlike the woman she was now. He remembered everything and when he looked up, tears were blurring his vision.

“I’m so happy to see you again, Milady,” he bowed, but the woman shook her head.

“I am the one who need to do this. I have harmed you so much and now, I need your help to trick Merlin into taking back the sword.”

“How, if I may ask?” this time, even Morgana noticed the change between the memory-less and memory-filled man.

“I’ll have to be like Morgause’s puppet again. I’ll have to pretend to kill you.”

 * * *

 Merlin ran between the trees. His legs hurt but he awoke at a scream from afar. His son’s yell of pain and he couldn’t handle it. As he rushed between the trees, getting closer to where he knew the sword was, memories harassed him.

 “I’ve been training my whole life to kill people.”

“Oh, and how long I’ve you been training to be a prat?”

 No. No don’t come back. I don’t want you.

 “You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Sorry. I meant, how long I’ve you been training to be a prat, Milord.”

 Their friendship started here. Later on, after a few months, Arthur had admitted he teased him that day, just to see if he would change his behaviour after knowing he was the crown prince. When he remained the same, part of him already enjoy that side of his future manservant, since most people were pretending whenever they faced royalty. With a violent slam, Merlin muted the memories again, but the fight was harder with all his wild emotions. Gaius was hurt. He had to find him.

 He was no longer in the woods. He was in Ealdor and his mother, Hunith, was dying… no. No. Hunith was his granddaughter… wait… mother… or? He remembered the day she was born, and he thought it was funny to call her his grandchild. Was it because she had given birth to him in another life?

 With full force, Merlin stumbled into a clearing and froze. There stood the sword, still in the stone, but what caught his eyes were the two people here. A woman waited with a wicked smile. She had a knife in her hand, one like those used in the old times. Tied to the stone was Gaius, his eyes wide with fear.

“Dad!”

“Be quiet, or I’ll kill you faster,” warned the woman. Gaius already had blood on his face, which made Merlin furious. “Now, Merlin. We meet again…”

“I… do I know you?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“Of course, you do. You tried to kill me, and failed, obviously,” she mocked. He heard her voice before… he knew it for sure.

 “Merlin, stay back!” a man yelled, standing in front of him as a shield. The witch arrived, cloaked in black clothes and with a dark sword in hand. Everything from her posture to her glare asked for blood.

 “Merlin? Can you please ask Gaius for more potion? My nightmares are back and I can’t seem to sleep.” The same lady asked, but with kindness and he felt like liking her. Calling her a friend.

 “You have a choice to make, Emrys. Pull the sword, free you and us all… or watch your son die. I’m sure his blood won’t be enough to bring magic back, but it will satisfy me.”

“No, please! Please take me instead!” he begged, fear paralysing him on spot. A part of him wanted to run, grad the sword and do whatever the woman want but something else, the side who got hurt before what caused him to lose his memories fought against the mere idea. “I’ll do everything!”

Not happy with his answer, Morgana – how did he know her name? – lifted her arms, aiming for Gaius’s heart. Time slowed down at that moment. His body reacted on instinct. His left hand closed around the sword hilt, the one he fled for so long… he felt energy course in his arm and body. The blade slide like a knight in butter. Golden light erupted from the stone and his eyes burned with the same energy.

“Gaius, run!” he screamed, the ropes falling by a simple wave of his hand. He did not even watch; he knew his son always followed his orders. At all time, even when they were disagreeing on things. In front of him, of them, the old temple started returning to his former appearance. Huge doors appeared, made with heavy wood and stones from Avalon. “Morgana. I thought I warned you… don’t touch my family, ever again…” he was not Merlin anymore, for now, he was Emrys and his fury threatened to burn his enemy. “Magic is banned from these lands. I don’t care about the world. I don’t care about the people. I gave everything for a prophecy and it gave me nothing but pain. Now, just leave me to what’s left of my life or I will kill you. Understood?”

“And what about Arthur?” Morgana asked, tears rolling on her pale cheeks. “Please, I want to see my brother again, to do the right things.”

“Arthur is dead. It’s time to grow up and stop believing in fairy  tales. The dead are not coming back… he won’t just rise from the lake,” Merlin whispered, his heart bleeding like it did thousands of years ago. “Farewell, Morgana.”

 One last time, Merlin used his magic to transport both him, Gaius and the stone and swords to their house. He put a spell on his family, erasing all their memories of a trip or even a letter. He did the same thing to Morgana, to Mordred, to all the people involved in their story. The warlock just forgot one thing: he didn’t know Gaius had retrieved his memories from Camelot so he couldn’t erase them in the process. Deep in their house basement, in a room they never used, Merlin placed the stone and watch Excalibur. What if Morgana was right? What if Arthur had been on his way? No. She just played her usual trick… he decided and with a gasp, he put the sword back where it belonged, in the heart of all magic. He felt the void where his memories vanished again. He felt the pain in his heart. He felt like dying when he went to bed.

 Oh Merlin… what have you done?

[loove-persevering]

She’s Trying (Steve Harrington One Shot)

Description: Hawkins seems to have this eery sense of sadness ever since the events of Star court mall being destroyed.  Steve and everyone seemed like they would never be happy again, and Y/N was not going to let that happen. 

 (I got this idea from a Marvel fic I read forever ago, so this is not my original idea but I love it and wanted to write it for stranger things! Credits to the owner of the marvel fic that inspired this!) 

  Ever since you were little the one thing you were good at was making people happy, you were for sure a people pleaser if you had to put a label on yourself. It seemed like anytime someone was down you would drop anything just to make them happy or to cheer them up, which in the end is a good quality to have.  Lately it seemed like everyone was down and you would be damned if you let them stay like that. 

Steve had been down after the events for obvious reasons, he was one stressed about finding a new job after the mall had been destroyed and everyone there had lost their jobs. Of course him and Robin did eventually score a job at the arcade but Matty sure as heck was still was pretty tough on him believe it or not. Then the party just seemed to constantly mope around, they were missing Will and El and it just didn’t seem the same even to you. Max was still torn up about her brother Billy, even though he wasn’t the best person he was still her family in a twisted kind of way.

  You wanted to go out and do something it seemed like almost everyone in the town was afraid of going out after all the events, it scared you a little too but you knew you couldn’t spend the rest of your life hiding in fear. 

 ‘’Let’s go out tonight?’’ You say to Steve. You had stayed with him last night and were cuddled into his chest and he had his eyes closed his arm wrapped around your shoulder, he was still awake you could tell. ‘’Steve?’’ You call out. 

He scrunches his face up, ‘’Not tonight,’’ He says. 

 You watch his face as it begins to relax again, ‘’Come on, we haven’t been out in months let’s go do something!’’ You say pushing yourself up on your elbows looking down at him. ‘’Please!’’ You say sweetly. 

‘‘Y/N,’‘ He groans. 

‘‘Steve,’‘ You say back mimicking him. ‘’Come on we can go get everyone else and go see a movie or-’’ You begin to say but he cuts you off. 

‘‘Go see a movie where Y/N? The mall is gone.’‘ He snaps at you. 

 Okay maybe suggesting a movie wasn’t the best idea you think to yourself. You fall back into bed and let out a deep breath thinking of what you could possibly do. ‘’I have an idea!’’ You burst out to him after a few minutes of thinking, ‘’We can get the projector that my mom has in the basement and set up a sheet-’’ You begin to say but Steve cuts you off. 

‘‘Y/N, just stop.’‘ He groans reaching his hands up covering his face. 

‘‘Why?’‘ You ask feeling a little offended but also pissed that he was acting like this, you only wanted to make him feel better.

‘‘Because nobody wants to go out Y/N, it’s stupid.’‘ He says rolling out of bed. You sit up clutching the bed sheets against your body now that he was gone you were cold, ‘‘I mean just leave it already.’‘ He sighs walking to his closet putting a pair of pants over his boxers. 

‘‘Steve?’‘ You call out hearing the voice laced in your voice. ‘’I just wanted to-’’ You continue but once again he cuts you off. 

‘‘You want to what Y/N? People aren’t ready! Forcing everyone to go out and do some stupid shit isn’t going to help anyone.’‘ He says viscously. You felt the tears begin to form in your eyes as he spoke to you, all you wanted to do was help him and the others. You knew it wouldn’t be easy acting as if nothing ever happened and that wasn’t what you wanted to do. You wanted everyone to say despite all the bad shit that’s happened over the past couple months you could go out and still have at least one good night. 

 You get out of bed peeling of Steve’s shirt he lended you the night before and look around for yours. Once you find it you quickly put it on and then find your shoes sitting on the floor and begin tying them as you and Steve got ready in silence. As you get ready you realize how much of an ass Steve was being, he wasn’t even giving you the chance to talk or anything. ‘’I was doing it to help you asshole,’’ You tell him and he looks back at you wide eyed once you finally speak, he rolls his eyes right after. ‘’I’m going to do it whether you come or not the kids will love it.’’ 

‘‘You’re so naive Y/N, you don’t know shit about how this has affected people,’‘ Steve says. 

 ‘’I don’t know?’’ You ask him and he nods as if it was obvious. ‘’You’re right Steve I’m naive and shit, but I’d rather be that then a stubborn ass!’’ You yell at him. You walk to the door opening it, ‘’I thought you had changed, but I guess not.’’ You tell him and then move into the hallway slamming the door shut. You hurry down the stairs and walk out the back door, you look up at the window of Steve’s room and just see his shadow moving around the room not even attempting to come after you. You sigh turning around and swiftly make your way to where you knew everyone would be, the Wheeler’s. 

 ___

 You knock on the door standing outside the Wheeler’s house waiting for them to answer. You knew it would take a minute seeing as the basement was their hangout place. Eventually Mike answers the door, ‘’Hi!’’ You greet him giving him a smile. He seemed to have this permanent grimace on his face after El left, you hadn’t seen him smile in what felt like months. 

‘‘Hey Y/N,’‘ He says. He opens the door a little wider allowing you in and you follow him to the basement. Everyone was downstairs Dustin, Lucas, and Max who was cuddled into Lucas’s side. ‘‘Y/N’s here!’‘ Mike calls out as you walk down the stairs. 

 You hear a mutter of hello’s and then you make your way over to the couch sitting on the edge of it. They all looked bored, ‘’So,’’ You say getting excited to tell them your idea. ‘’I was thinking tonight we could set up a spot and I can get my mom’s projector and we can turn on that new movie The Goonies!’’ You offer to them.

 They all look to each other and sigh, ‘’Not today Y/N.’’ They sigh. 

‘‘Come on! You guys don’t need to sit in the basement and mope all night!’‘ You tell them truthfully. ‘‘It won’t be too cold tonight and I’ll set it all up you guys can just come and have a goodnight,’‘ You tell them. 

 They all sit silent not saying anything, ‘’It does sound fun,’’ Dustin points out. 

Mike shrugs and you look to Max, ‘’Max?’’ You ask and she just smiles at you awkwardly.  

 ‘’Okay it’s settled I’ll set it up and you guys can meet me at my house and I’ll set it up outside!’’ You say getting up feeling a rush to get it all set up perfectly. ‘’I’ll see you guys at eight!’’ You say hearing their groans and you run up the stairs.

 A few hours later you had successfully managed to sneak out your moms super 8 and stole a sheet from the dryer setting it up against the brick wall as successfully as you could. You bought some bean bags using all your savings from babysitting so everyone would be comfortable, it was almost eight and you were excited. Even though Steve still hadn’t talked to you all day you were excited to spend some time with the kids and get their minds off everything. 

 A few minutes before eight you see Dustin pull up on his bike, ‘’Hey!’’ He says excitedly laying his bike on the ground. 

 ‘’Hi!’’ You pause, ‘’Where’s everyone else?’’ You ask him. 

He shrugs his shoulders, ‘’We all went home for dinner, I thought they were coming,’’ He says. 

‘‘Oh! We can wait a bit then,’‘ You tell him giving him a smile. You walk him over to where you had set up, you bought some snacks and had them laid in the bean bags and then you had the projector set up and ready to go. 

‘‘This looks awesome,’‘ Dustin says sitting down in the chair. 

‘‘Thanks!’‘ You say excitedly, you peer over your shoulder when you see lights once again but it was only your neighbor pulling in the driveway. You felt a slight disappointment hoping they would only just be a few more minutes. 

  To your disappointment minutes turned into an hour, you sat in the bean bag your hand supporting your head as you leaned your arm against your knee. You look over to Dustin who had eaten about three of the eight candy bars you had bought for everyone. You sigh loudly realizing nobody was going to come, ‘’Nobody’s coming,’’ You say letting out a laugh of disbelief. 

 ‘’Come on let’s just wait a few more minutes,’’ Dustin says. 

‘‘It’s been an hour Dustin,’‘ You point out to him. 

‘‘Oh,’‘ He says getting quiet. 

‘‘I think we should just call it a night,’‘ You say the disappointment evident in your voice. You walk over to the Super 8 picking it up, Dustin gets up looking at you wide eyed. You had never felt like more of a failure than right now, all you wanted was to go to sleep and forget about it all. 

‘‘Y/N!’‘ Dustin calls out to you as you walk toward the front of your house. 

You furrow your eyebrows feeling the tears in your eyes, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You tell him. ‘’Just go home Dustin,’’ You sigh looking back at him his mouth agape as he watched you enter your house. 

______

STEVE’S POV

 Dustin had called everyone into what he said was a very important meeting and if anyone missed it he implied some kind of dangerous threat to our lives. I had to drive past Y/N’s house to get to Dustin’s and I tried to see if her car was there but it wasn’t so she must already be at Mikes. I drive down the road and finally see Mike’s house where Dustin had called the meeting at, I still think it’s weird how these kids call meeting at a house that isn’t their own. 

 When I pull up to the house I notice that Y/N’s car isn’t there, I get out thinking maybe she just had somethings to do before hand and make my way to the door. When Mike answers he has an unamused look on his face ‘’Dustin isn’t here yet,’’ He says. 

 I nod my head and he allows me in and we make our way down to the basement. We waited for about fifteen minutes until he finally showed up out of breath I might add. ‘’Okay you shit heads really have done it.’’ He says. 

We all look at each other confused, ‘’What are you even talking about?’’ Lucas says sounding annoyed. 

‘‘Y/N,’‘ He says and I felt myself freeze. Dustin looks over at me and then to everyone else. ‘‘She went out of her way to set up a movie for everyone last night and I was the only one that showed up.’‘ He says. I felt my hear drop thinking at how disappointed she must’ve been, we had already fought so I knew she must’ve even been more upset to only have Dustin show up. 

‘‘None of you went?’‘ I ask them looking around and they all nod their head no. ‘’Shit,’’ I mutter to myself. 

‘‘Yeah shit,’‘ Dustin says with attitude. ‘‘I get it all the stuff that’s happened in the past few months has sucked but Y/N is only trying to help.’’ He says. ‘’And we couldn’t get over ourselves one night to go and just have fun?’’ He asks. I look around the room noticing the guilty expression on everyones face. ‘’And you!’’ Dustin says pointing at me. 

I look up at him shocked, what was he calling me out for? ‘’What?’’ I ask him.

‘‘You’re her boyfriend! Where the hell were you?’‘ He asks. I stare at him in shock at what he said. He was right, where the hell was I? I turned away my girlfriend in such a douche way I might add just because she was trying to make me stop being sad? Damn, I was a shitty boyfriend. Dustin rolls his eyes as I stay silent, ‘’I have never seen Y/N that sad ever in my life.’’ Dustin says and I felt the guilt almost eating me alive at that point. ‘’So we are going to make it up to her,’’ Dustin says.

 ‘’And do what?’’ Mike asks. ‘’It’s raining,’’ He points out. 

‘‘Then we can set up at Steve’s house, right Steve?’‘ Dustin asks. I nod my head wanting nothing more than to make it up to Y/N. Everyone just sat looking at Dustin with blank stares. ‘‘Everyone in?’‘ He asks. I look around watching as everyone agreed and then Dustin begins comprising a game plan. 

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READER’s POV

 You sat in your room a magazine perched up against your leg, you had gone to work earlier today and then came home to an empty house. You decided that the best way to pass your time would be to read one of your mom’s magazines at least until she got home and you finally had someone to talk to. You hear a knock at your door and you look over at the clock on your night stand unsure of who it could be, you put the magazine down on your bed and then get up running down the hall to the front door. They ring the doorbell about five more times between then, ‘’I’m coming!’’ You yell starting to become annoyed by the sound. 

When you answer you were surprised to see your boyfriend Steve standing at the door looking a little sad his hands behind his back, ‘’Y/N,’’ He sighs in relief. 

‘‘Harrington,’‘ You say crossing your arms over your chest. You only called Steve by his last name when you were mad at him. ‘‘Can I help you?’‘ You pause letting out a little laugh, ‘‘Oh wait no! I can’t! You won’t let me,’‘ You say sarcasm lacing your voice. 

 He sighs and walks a little bit closer to you pulling his hand out from behind his back holding out your favorite bouquet of flowers. You had to force yourself from smiling, expecting hopefully an amazing apology. You keep your face stone cold not the slightest bit of a smile on your face as he stared at you with wide eyes. ‘’I’m sorry for being a dick,’’ He says. ‘’You’re amazing and wonderful and I like really don’t even deserve you.’’ He pauses. ‘’You’re beautiful, honestly you’re totally out of my league and you always seem to put me first I still don’t know why.’’ He rambles on. ‘’But you do so much for everyone and you just make me a better guy and again I’m sorry I was a dick to you-’’ He continues and you couldn���t help but smile after that.

‘‘Steve,’‘ You laugh cutting him off. 

‘‘And you’re just like this amazing person and I’m so so sorry I’ve been treating you like shit these past couple months, you deserve so much better and-’‘ He still continues to ramble on. You realize the only way you were going to be able to shut him up was to kiss him. You walk forward closing the gap between your body’s pushing yourself on your tip toes and press your lips to him finally getting him to stop talking. 

 You were about to pull away when Steve puts his hand behind your neck holding you in place longer and you seemingly melt into his kiss. He wraps his other arm around your waist pulling your body closer to his if possible, ‘’I love you,’’ He says finally pulling away putting his forehead against yours looking down into your eyes. 

‘‘And I love you Steve Harrington,’‘ You say leaning up kissing him again. 

 After a few seconds of once again getting too caught up in the kiss you pull away laughing, you reach up wiping the lips gloss you were wearing from Steve’s lips. He smiles as he pulls his head back from yours as you tried to wipe it off, ‘’No, no! Come on!’’ He says and you look at him confused. ‘’Go and get yourself ready I’m taking you somewhere!’’ He says. 

 You look at him confused and he just puts his hands on your shoulder turning you around and walking you to your room guiding you, you start to walk into your room and then felt a hand smack your butt. ‘’Steve!’’ You yell out to him and he smiles at you innocently. 

‘‘Sorry,’‘ He says sheepishly. ‘‘Get ready! Dress comfortable.’’ He tells you and you nod. You hurry changing into one of his sweatshirts and a pair of black leggings your mom had just bought you. You couldn’t stop your smile thinking of where he was going to take you, once you were ready you walk out and Steve smiles at you leaning down to kiss you again longingly. 

 He walks you to his car opening the door allowing you in and then makes his way to the drivers side of the car. ‘’Okay, ready?’’ He asks. You nod your head excited and he puts the car in gear taking off down the road. The entire car ride Steve had his hand in yours rubbing his thumb over your hand soothingly, it made your heart melt. You glance over at him giving him a smile and he looks at you admiringly as you glance back out the window. Eventually you pull up to the Steve’s house. 

‘’What are we doing here?’’ You ask him. 

He just smiles at you and gets out of the car jogging across the front and opening the door for you. You get out and walk up to the front of his house and he opens the door as you walk in behind him. He grabs your hand and guides you down to the basement, once you finally make it down the stairs you realize Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max were all here too. 

 ‘’We’re sorry,’’ Max starts off. 

‘‘We know you were just trying to help,’‘ Lucas adds in. 

‘‘And we’re really sorry we didn’t show up yesterday.’‘ Mike says. ‘‘So we kind of tried to recreate what we could according to what Dustin told us.’‘ 

 You look over to Dustin and he was smiling at you widely and you look to Steve who was looking down at you already a grin across his face as well. ‘’Thank you guys,’’ You say to them not being able to hold back a smile. 

 An hour later everything was in motion, you had the movie playing and all the snacks scattered across the room as everyone was intrigued in the movie. They all seemed to be having a good time and that made you feel even more happy than you already were. You look up at Steve who was completely into the movie and after a second he looks down at you and laughs, ‘’What?’’ He asks. 

You shake your head popping another piece of candy in your mouth, ‘’Nothing--’’ You pause, ‘’I just love you,’’ You tell him and he smiles. You sink back down further into his chest as his arm wraps around you tightly and you watch the movie finally having one new good memory since all the chaos. 

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The Watchers (1D) - 00 Hours

Part 1

I watched the names light up on our hologram. You never wanted to see your name listed. It meant someone put down a sum of money to have you killed during the 24 hour purge. If your name's not on the list, you're free to join in on the hunt or stay in your house; no one could kill you, but the sounds of screams were deafening. The amount of people who turned their backs on their loved ones, both figuratively and literally by killing them, was disgusting. There were even those "friends" who thought it'd be funny to list you.

Now, you're thinking that a purge is such a dumb idea. Want to know what's more stupid?

A bounty purge.

It's the government's way to keep the crime and gambling rates down, and those who may not be fortunate in their social class have a way to level up and gain funds. It became a sport for some. This was the 100th annual year and the names being listed were a lot of celebrities; normally the ratio of high and low status didn't fare this much.

My family and I were in resistance; my mom died trying to protect someone, now it was just my dad and I. We helped those whose names were on the list, not for free of course. We're like bounty hunters, but the opposite. A guard or babysitter sounds so lame though, so don't call me those.

I felt my eyes go wide when I saw all five names that formed One Direction. Who...would do this? They weren't even technically a group anymore; they only just started a virtual reunion tour. They all went solo long ago, so it didn't make sense as to why they would be grouped together. The amount of money put on their heads was ridiculous. Sadly, I didn't see them making it through the 24 hours, unless they have some great body protection, or are suddenly kickass in combat.

The blue hue to the hologram disappeared and it was silent darkness for a while. There were so many bounties this year. It was obvious that they didn't have a limit for the 100th year. There wouldn't be enough of us. Our organization, The Watchers, dropped by a third because it was such a significant milestone year for the bounty purge. I guess people became afraid again.

"Katie," my dad stated.

I sat up and looked at him. "Yeah, what's up?"

"You're being assigned to Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik and Liam Payne."

I blinked my eyes a couple times then cupped my ear for dramatic effect. "I'm what? Say that again."

"Modest!, their management, has contacted The Watchers and asked for you specifically. I guess they must've seen how well you kept Selena Gomez safe last year."

Yes, this work has lent to meeting celebrities, but the conversation doesn't tend to get that far. Last year was Selena Gomez, and the previous was Brie Larson. Both were troopers, especially Brie, she was fun to hang out with when we weren't fighting others. She still messages me every now and then when she's not working.

I cleared my throat. "That's...dad, they've got the largest sum I've ever seen for a bounty. You know how many people will be going after them?"

He smirked. "Is...Katie Lee..scared of hunters?"

I scoffed. "No, I'm not. I just know when my odds of keeping said assignment safe are high or not."

"Sorry, kiddo, there's no getting out of this one. They've prepared to set you up on a hidden bunker and arm you with anything you need if someone happens to find it."

A hidden bunker? Any weapons I want? That doesn't sound like a bad negotiation. I've definitely been dealt with less advantages.

The hologram started up again and it was one of the leaders, Rump. A cynical grin played on his lips. This couldn't be good. It was never good when his face appeared.

"Hello everyone, now that the names have been presented, we would like to bring in a new factor to the 100th year of the bounty purge. Instead of 24 hours, it will be 72 hours. That is three whole days to find your prey and get your prize. Let the purge commence in 48 hours."

For once, I felt sick to my stomach. Is this what fear felt like? Three days to keep these five boys alive? Let's hope no one trying to kill them were great trackers or hackers; if the base was hidden well enough, I could set traps outside and inside. That was going to be a must with the new circumstances.

My teeth clenched and I let out a deep breath into my fists. I sat there thinking for a little bit longer. If I was going to even manage to keep a few of them alive, I needed to leave tonight.

I stood and went upstairs to pack the essentials; I don't care if I have the weapon vault of my fucking dreams, I will never leave my crossbow at home. Every save I've had over the last eight years has been with this crossbow. When I came back into the living with my duffel bag slung on my shoulder and crossbow in hand, my dad actually had a look of worry etched into his face.

"Be careful. I know The Watcher's word is 'assignment comes first, you come second', but if it becomes too much, you get yourself out of there, okay?"

"Dad..." I trailed, at a loss for words. I've never heard my dad speak against The Watcher's word.

"You hear me?" he pushed.

I cleared my throat with a nod. "Yeah, dad. I do."

He pulled me into a tight hug. "Good. Your transport should be here any moment."

I pulled back with a small smile. I was well aware this could be the last time I saw him, but I couldn't bring myself to say the three words. It was a mutual thing we both had. We knew we both loved each other.

I peeked out the front window to see the black sudan parked in our driveway. I gave my dad a peck on the cheek before I slipped out the front door and jogged to the sudan. I opened the driver side passenger door and threw my bag and crossbow in first.

"Please state your ID number," the driver ordered.

"Watcher 402, Katie Lee, reporting for duty."

Carl smirked. "Perfect."

"That never gets old for you, does it Carl?"

He shook his head. "Never."

I laughed and buckled myself up. I pulled out my tablet to find the recent file sent to me. It was everything I needed to know about my transport, the bunker we'd be hiding away in, and the contact info for the supplier.

"So...who are you babysitting this year?"

The driver's never get told who a Watcher's assignment is for reasons. But I've known Carl for years; he was always the one who took me to the helicopter.

I still answered, out of precaution, "An important band. That's all I'm saying."

"Really? A certain boy band?" he mocked.

"You know I won't say the name, but yes that one boy band."

"That'll be fun, I'm sure."

I rolled my eyes in response.

I busied myself with contacting the supplier to get my vault sorted. This was definitely the most reinforcements I'ved used. I felt probably an unsettling amount of excitement to get my hands on everything. I knew that in the line of action I would be less thrilled.

***

The helicopter landed on the last minute created pad. It was a circle created by rocks; a majority of them were like this. I knew that we were in upper Minnesota, near the lakes. I snatched my duffel and crossbow as I got out of the helicopter and followed the other Watcher that had been waiting for me. Now, I was guided to a different car that drove off deeper into the forest.

It looked secluded enough by the trees; the bear traps were going to hide perfectly in the bushes. And if that didn't stop them? I knew that the wiring, jumper cables, and car batteries were going to work wonders for every door and window, along with strips of nails at the edge of the entrance if they happened to surpass everything else. And if they also bypass that? Well, they'll have to go through me.

I'm going to Home Alone this motherfucker up.

I was guided to the front of the house and my jaw dropped at the beauty of the steel siding and roof. Okay, the blueprint did not mention the steel exterior. And from where I stood I could see the small security cameras. There's no way they just built this in a matter of a day. This has had to be used in prior purges.

I walked up the stairs and through the front door. It was...way too fancy. Glass tables and lighting fixtures everywhere, grey couches, a fucking duve in the bathroom, and multiple bedrooms.

What was I so worried about?

I dropped my bag off in the room that had my name on the door and then saw that the rest of the members also had their own rooms. There was one name that I didn't recognize so I went to the door and knocked. It just slowly opened by itself and I peered in.

There stood, a bubbly redhead. She jumped from being startled. "Oh! Hi, I'm Maddy, the onsite medic. You must be Katie, our Watcher."

I furrowed a brow. "Uh...Yeah, I am. This place is a fucking fortress. Why am I here?"

She laughed under her breath and continued to unpack her items. "Every fortress has a fault, and they always like a backup plan."

They must be Modest!. It was clear that this wasn't Maddy's first purge hired under them. Who else has been under their company that they had hidden here? I've never been on an assignment where they had an onsite medic ready.

"Fair...do you know where the band is at? I'm going to need their help."

"In the kitchen, I believe. I will be down to help as well. My station has already been cleaned and prepared."

That was eerily comforting to hear.

"Okay," I replied and left her to her own devices.

I didn't bother unpacking yet. I probably wouldn't to be honest. Getting comfortable never sits right with me. The voices grew louder and louder as I grew closer to them. It was clear they were having a good laugh despite the circumstances as to why we were all here.

I cleared my throat and they all stopped to look at me. I gave them a small wave. "Hi Niall, Louis, Harry, Zayn, and Liam. I'm Katie, your Watcher for the duration of this purge."

"A girl? They hired a girl, who looks to be younger than me, to keep us safe?" Liam remarked.

"Mate," Niall and Louis breathed and shook their heads.

I chuckled and stalked up to the brunette who currently had his hair looking like 2014 Harry.

"I can't make you like me. In fact, that's not part of my job description. But you should reconsider... My crossbow can manage a mile range and shoot three arrows at once. I can also build a gun in under a minute, have practiced in the art of knife throwing...and I have been known to get my hands dirty in a physical fight. What can you do to keep yourself safe, Liam boy?"

The other four held in their own snickers. Liam didn't flinch in the slightest. If anything, his "tough" exterior only hardened, which just made him look even weaker in my eyes.

"I don't buy it. Modest has to be messing with us."

I smirked. "I know your ass will be calling my name, begging me to protect you, as someone tries to machete your body to pieces. You better start playing nice, mate." I stepped back and gestured to the rest. "Come on, troops. We need to set up the traps."

Luckily, Zayn, Louis, and Maddy quickly picked up on how to set up the bear traps so I put them on that duty while the rest of us stripped the entrances with nails. Of course, I knew the risk of having them set the traps rather than myself, but there was a lot to do before tomorrow morning. An hour before the purge starts, I'll set up the electrical traps. Since there were steel doors that locked down, I planned to set the electric currencies in other spots.

I familiarized myself with the layout of the rich bunker as much as I could and the security camera room. Yes, there was an entire room dedicated to the security cameras. My vault was hidden in four different locations so I'd have something at any given moment.

That evening, we were all chit chatting at the dinner table, eating the grilled chicken and potatoes Niall cooked. This was probably one of the best meals I've had the night before a purge; it was weird to feel so at ease. I knew not to get too comfy.

"So Katie, how old are you?" Louis prompted as he took a swig of his beer.

"Yeah, you seem too familiar with all of this. How long have you been a Watcher?" Niall concurred.

I laughed under my breath and dropped the fork onto my plate. "Uh, well...I'm twenty-four, and this has been my life for as long as I can remember. Both of my parents were Watchers themselves. I started assignments when I was fifteen."

"Woah," Zayn remarked. "How many have you killed?"

"That..." I coughed into my hand and ran a hand through my hair. "Hard to say...I don't like to keep track."

Louis leaned back in his chair and looked down at his lap. "How many do you think you'll have to kill for us?"

I raised my brows in surprise. "With that sort of bounty over your heads, your guess is about as good as mine."

"Fuck," Niall scoffed and jugged the rest of his beer.

"To be honest, I've never felt this confident going into a purge. And we've got Maddy for any injuries, it doesn't seem like her first rodeo either."

She smiled sweetly and shook her head. "It's not, but...I've never actually had to jump in. This bunker has always held up."

"Hear that?" I asked. "It'll be..." I trailed off. I couldn't make any promises, even if our odds did seem to be in our favor. "It'll be just another purge."

That wasn't what I mean to say either. Their facial expressions right now broke my heart.

I clapped my hands as I stood up. "Okay, I say we all get to bed now. It will be an early start."

They all nodded and put their dishes away before going to their assigned rooms. Liam sat on the couch by himself. He didn't join us for dinner, nor did he eat. If he wanted to be a loner during this, then I'll treat him as such.

I padded over and sat down next to him.

"You know I'm only here to help. If you hate me, that's fine, but you need to be a team player for the rest."

Once again, he stayed silent. I truly didn't know what his deal was. I wasn't the best at reading that side of a person's mind. I pursed my lips before I got up and went to my own room.

I slipped into my own pjs before I did a few meditations. I set my alarm for six in the morning, the purge started at eight. This is all I have ever known. Preparing every single year to risk my life for someone else's, to defy against this ridiculous event, and if I died this year, it wouldn't be in vain.

Next part: 24 Hours

[Masterlist]

[blurry-fics]

Chapter Eleven

Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1908

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :) (picture credit)

“Everything that he needs should be in that bag,” Marenna said, pointing to the bag she had just set down next to the door. “He’ll probably need lunch in about an hour and then he usually falls asleep right after that. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to give one of us a call. Thank you again for doing this for us.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “We’re happy to spend time with him.”

“Alright, Ren, we should probably get going.”

Marenna gave Max one final kiss on the head and then followed Carter out the door. You and Max both waved at them as they got into their car and pulled out of the driveway.

“Unkie,” Max frowned once the door was closed. “Want unkie.”

“Unkie Tyler is in the living room. Did you want to go see him?”

Max nodded, so you set him down on the floor and let him take off by himself. You followed close behind, just to make sure he didn’t fall or run into anything. Although his walking skills were pretty well developed by now, you didn’t want to have to break the news to Carter and Marenna that you had accidentally let Max injure himself.

“Unkie!” Max cheered as he ran into the room.

He made a beeline to Tyler and grabbed his legs. Tyler smiled and grabbed Max, pulling him up onto his lap. Max, being the hugger that he was, quickly wrapped his arms around Tyler.

“Hey, little dude.”

“Unkie,” Max repeated.

Max finally let go of Tyler and clambered back off the couch, immediately taking off down the hall. You were always surprised by how fast his little legs could carry him all over the place.

He quickly arrived at his destination: the closet in the hall where you kept all the toys that you and Tyler had for your nieces and nephews. Max looked up at you with a huge smile on his face, one hand pressed flat against the closet door. You smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Do you want to play with some toys?”

“Toys,” he repeated.

You carefully guided Max out of the way and then opened the closet door, allowing him full view of all his options. His eyes roamed around the space, taking in everything that was available to him, before he spoke.

“Cars,” he said, pointing to a couple toy cars on a higher shelf.

“You want to play with some cars?”

“Mhmm.”

You grabbed a couple cars, double checking with Max that they were good, and then helped him carry them back out to the living room.

“Unkie!” Max smiled upon seeing him again. “Play.”

“Are we going to play with some cars?”

“That’s the plan,” you chimed in.

Tyler came and sat on the ground next to you and Max, who was carefully passing out cars for each of you. You had been gifted with a bright blue car and a bright red car. Meanwhile, Tyler had been given the important role of manning the police car.

“I’m sorry this is how we have to spend our day off,” you said, dropping your voice a little bit. “I know it isn’t exactly what we had planned for our break.”

Tyler reached out and rubbed your arm, “It’s ok. We still get to spend time together and that’s the important part. Besides, I really like watching Max. He’s a cool little dude.”

Your mouth curled up into a smile, “You’re right.”

“I know.”

Tyler leaned over and gave you a quick kiss. Shortly after, Max demanded your attention and together, the three of you started to play with your cars.

“Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Police coming through!” Tyler said, driving his car across the rug and nearly hitting Max’s car, making him giggle.

“Ahh!” Max screeched, pulling his car out of the way.

“You’re under arrest!”

“No!” Max frowned.

“Oh, sorry, wrong guy. Have a nice day, sir.”

Tyler continued to push his car along the rug, whizzing past Max’s other cars. He laughed loudly, amused by Tyler’s crazy police antics. You mostly sat and watched, enjoying Max’s reactions to whatever Tyler decided to do.

This pattern continued for most of the afternoon, although the activities slowly rotated out. At one point you were building block towers, another time Max insisted on a dinosaur puzzle, and you even did some coloring. Eventually, Max started to get grumpy, which was when you realized that it was getting close to when Marenna had said he should eat lunch.

“What do you think, Max? Is it time for lunch?” you asked.

Max nodded and held his arms out to you. You scooped him up and carried him to the kitchen. Tyler followed behind the two of you, quickly typing something out on his phone.

“What do you want to have for lunch? Mac and cheese?”

Max shook his head.

“Some chicken nuggets?”

Another head shake.

“What about sandwiches?”

Max eyes lit up and he began to nod, which you should have expected. Sandwiches were Max’s favorite food, after all. Tyler, who had finished whatever caught his interest on his phone, began to grab ingredients so that you wouldn’t have to try and do that with one arm. You gave him a kiss on the cheek as thanks.

“Do you want peanut butter and jelly, Maxy?” Tyler asked.

He nodded again. “Peanut bubber.”

Tyler turned to look at you and Max, the smile on his face evident.

“What was that?”

Max’s eyebrows furrowed in determination. “Peanut bubber.”

“Yes, peanut butter,” he said, his smile growing even more now.

“Don’t forget to cut off the crusts, love. He doesn’t like them.”

“No crusts. Got it. Did you want a sandwich too?”

“Yes, please. Hey, Max, do you want some juice?” He nodded. “Ty, can you watch him for a second while I go grab a juice from the bag?”

“Yeah, I’ll take him.”

You passed Max into Tyler’s arms and then quickly made your way to the living room to grab one of Max’s juice boxes. It always surprised you how much juice his little tummy was able to consume. When you returned, you were met with the sight of Tyler expertly holding Max in one arm and spreading peanut butter onto bread with the other. You took a moment to stand and admire the two of them. Max was completely content watching Tyler make sandwiches, and Tyler was doing such a good job with him.

Is this what things would be like when you had your own family?

You shook the thought from your head. Those days were still a long way off and you were far from in a rush to start your own family. Babysitting Max was more than enough for your schedule right now.

“Alright, Max, I have your juice. Do you want to come drink it?”

“Unkie,” he frowned, leaning further into Tyler.

“Ty? Is that ok?” you asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine. I just might need some help.”

“I’ve got it.”

You helped Tyler finish up making lunch and then carried it all to the table. It was a bit of a struggle to get Max to stay still in his high chair, but with a bit of teamwork you managed to get it done. He happily sipped on his juice once you and Tyler finally settled down and joined him at the table.

“How is your sandwich, Max?” Tyler asked.

“Yum.”

“Better than Carter’s sandwiches?”

Max paused for a moment, then shook his head. Tyler’s face fell.

“I told you, Carter makes the best sandwiches,” you chimed in.

“You two are biased, you’re both related to him.”

“Are you really trying to tell me that you don’t think Carter makes the best sandwiches?”

“Ok, maybe he does, but one day I’ll find someone who thinks I’m better than him.”

You reached over and gave Tyler a reassuring pat on the back, “I’m sure you will, love.”

“Auntie,” Max said. “Juice.”

He held his juice box up high for you to see. You looked at it and nodded.

“Yes, Maxy, that is your juice.”

“Yum.”

After displaying his juice for awhile longer, he took another long sip. His face was already covered in a mix of peanut butter and jelly, despite the fact that he hadn’t eaten more than a quarter of his sandwich. You weren’t looking forward to having to clean him up later.

The rest of your lunch was spent having quiet conversation with Tyler, occasionally pausing to listen to Max make an announcement or clean a particularly large glob of peanut butter off of his face. He took his sweet time finishing his sandwich. You stayed behind to sit with him while Tyler began to clean up the dishes.

When he was finally done, you carried him into the kitchen and grabbed a wet rag to clean all the food off of his face. Tyler rinsed off his plate, stuck it in the dishwasher, and disappeared from the room. Max pulled away from you when you started to clean his face, but his tiredness started to settle in and he became more compliant.

“Are you feeling tired, Max?” you asked. He nodded slowly. “Do you want to watch some TV?”

“Movie,” he smiled.

“Ok, we can watch a movie.”

You wiped the last bit of food off his face, took off his bib, and scooped him up into your arms. He immediately rested his head against your shoulder and slung an arm lazily around yours. Tyler smiled at the two of you as you walked into the room.

“Someone is tired,” he grinned.

“I know, he’s like a tiny sack of potatoes.”

“Do you want me to hold him?”

“Unkie,” Max mumbled into your shoulder.

“I guess that’s our answer,” you laughed quietly.

Tyler gently took Max from your arms, helping him get settled against his chest. You took a moment to stretch out your own muscles that had grown tired after holding him. Max barely even budged as Tyler carefully leaned further back into the couch, giving him a little more room to lay down.

“Do you need anything before I get comfortable?” you asked.

“Could you grab me a Red Bull from the fridge? I meant to grab one and forgot.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

After getting a drink for you and Tyler from the kitchen, you finally got comfortable on the couch and pulled a nearby blanket around your shoulders. Although you had only spent a couple hours taking care of Max, you were wiped out after chasing him around the house.

You started playing a movie off of Netflix that you knew Max liked and sank back into the cushions. It was hard to keep your eyes open between the warm blanket and having Tyler nearby, but you fought the sleep away. At least one of you needed to stay awake in case Max needed something, and based on the way that Tyler’s eyes were already fluttering closed, it wasn’t going to be him.

Shortly into the movie, both Tyler and Max were asleep and snoring. You looked over at the two of them, watching how both of their chests were rising and falling steadily. Tyler had one arm wrapped protectively around Max’s back, holding him in place. It was hard to keep the smile off of your face.

This hadn’t been such a bad way to spend a day off, after all.

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[squishyeth]

cam girl [g.d] au

SUMMARY: Y/n is the shy girl. Grayson Dolan is the most popular boy. What happens when Grayson finds out that the cam girl he’s been chatting with is the  girl that he sees everyday.

WARNING: sexual content (masturbation-male, p&v penetration, fingering), graphic language

NOTES: italics are flashbacks

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

*I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS*

“You’re so sexy, Mistress.” Sexyboi69 moaned out as he was stroking his length. I continued to dance seductively.

“Are you going to cum?” I said, biting my lips and shaking my ass a little. With that, I see the white liquid spurt out and his loud moan fills the room.

“That was my best orgasm yet.” Sexyboi69 complimented as he cleaned his hand with a towel.

“Same time as tomorrow?” I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Of course” he replied, with a thumbs up. I can’t see his face, but from the sound of his voice, he’s probably smiling; smirking even. The call ended and my phone dinged. I lifted up my cat mask to see it was from venmo.

‘Sexyboi69 paid KittyMistress $300 for a good time ;)’

CURRENT DAY

Y/N’s POV

I sat in the back of English, doodling as the teacher rambles on about her personal life that no one seems to care about. When I begin shading in the kitty’s ears, the bell rings. 

“Don’t forget to read chapter 13 and be ready to discuss it tomorrow!” Mrs. Allen said as everybody was packing up their bags and leaving. I put my sketchbook away and beginning zipping up my backpack. I got up and made my way out of the class. I saw Grayson holding the door open because he was a little bit in front of me.

“Thank you” I said quietly and as I walked away, I heard a faint you’re welcome. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on him. Hell, everybody does. Grayson and Ethan Dolan are the most popular boys in this shit hole of a school. They have every girl swooning over them. I just particularly like Grayson more. I’ve had a crush on Grayson since 7th grade. He has just never noticed me because we don’t come from the same “clique.”

LATER THAT DAY

I put on my cat mask I got from a Halloween store a few months back. That’s when I became a cam girl. I do it for the money because my family struggles with paying bills. They don’t know that I’m on an adult site or else they will lose it. All my parents know is that I babysit some kid who lives down the street. I post free videos on the site, but I charge for personal videos or a skype session. My most popular client is Sexyboi69. He only shows his crotch area, but I don’t mind because I never show my face. Speaking of, my skype went off and Sexyboi69 showed up on the laptop screen. I hit accept.

“Hey” I innocently said, sitting crossed leg on my bed.

“HI, Mistress.” He said, waving to the camera.

“How are you?” I asked, biting my lip. 

“Eh, school stresses me out nothing new” He replied, “Just need a release” He finished, stroking his hard on. It turned me on, but I don’t touch myself on camera. I save that for my alone time. 

“And that’s where I come in!” I replied, with a giggle; standing up.

“Would you consider taking off the mask just this once?” He asked. I froze in place and before I could react, I slammed the laptop shut.

‘Sexyboi69 paid KittyMistress $500 I’m sorry :(’

THE NEXT DAY

I sat in my usual spot, in the back. I don’t have many friends. That’s a lie, I have no friends. 

“Quiet down!” The teacher said loudly, snapping her fingers like we’re dogs. 

“Okay, I’m going to explain the final project for Taming of the Shrew and it’s a partnered project” she explained and everyone cheered, except me, I internally groaned. “Except I’m picking the partners.” She finished to which now made everybody groaned. I’m eh on this; at least I don’t have to do the picking. She started pairing the class until she got to me and the one person I did not want to work with is

“Grayson, you’ll be partnered with Y/n.” She said 

‘Fuck’ I mouthed, keeping my eyes glued to my sketchbook.

“Man, I wanted the smart one.” One guy shouted, which resulted in the class to laugh. Great, just because I’m quiet, everybody thinks I’m Einstein. Everybody scatters around to their respective work partner and I stay seated; he’s going to have to come to me because I am not getting up.

“Hey” I hear a male voice say. I look up to see it’s Grayson.

“Hi” I quietly reply. He seats in the desk in front of me.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, pointing at the cat girl. I nodded.

“It’s really good, I like it!” He replied, smiling.

“Thanks” I mumbled with a small smile.

“So about the project” he stated, “We could go to my house, but my parents don’t trust me enough to bring someone over so do you have anywhere we could go to work together?” he asked. 

“My parent’s don’t come home until like 8 so we could work at my house?” I suggested quietly, trying not to make a lot of eye contact.

“That will work! Do you drive?” He asked, I shook my head “bus” I stated.

“Not today.” He replied with a smile.

LATER THAT DAY

We pulled up my driveway and Grayson turns the car off and we both get out and walk across the dead grass.

“Your house is, nice” he hesitated to say. If old and torn down is nice then thanks I guess. I know he’s just trying to make small talk, but no talk would be better. I unlocked the front door and walked in, locking the door once Grayson was in. 

“My room is the first door on the right,” I explained “Do you want some water?” I asked

“Yes please” He replied with a smile and made his way down the hall. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the ice trays from the freezer. After I filled two cups with ice water, I made my way to my room. When I entered my room, I saw Grayson sitting on my bed, holding my cat mask with furrowed eyebrows. I panicked and dropped the cups. He jerked his head to me, still holding the mask.

“Um, can I see that mask?” I asked, ignoring the cold water I’m standing in.

“Yeah, sorry” He said, handing it to me “Do you need help cleaning this up?” He asked, pointing to the water puddle.

“Uh no it’s fine” I stuttered “I’ll get more water though.” I said while turning around leaving a clueless Grayson standing at my door.

‘I really hope he doesn’t know who KittyMistress is’ I thought to myself. He’s a teen boy with hormones. I shouldn’t have let him go in my room by himself. I don’t even want to know what people would if they find out about the person behind the mask of KittyMistress. I am so stupid.

MOMENTS LATER

After I cleaned up the mess, we got started on the project. Scratch that, I started the project. This always happens so I’m not mad. It may hurt a little more because this is my crush and he’s paying no attention to me. My phone vibrated from my lap. It’s skype.

‘I really am sorry about yesterday :(’ Sexyboi69 texted. I look up to see Grayson is busy texting.

‘It’s fine’ I texted

‘I won’t be able to video chat. School stuff.’ He texted back

‘That’s fine! :) I have a school project coming up so I probably won’t be available for the next couple of days’ I hit send before placing my phone back in my lap. I got back to writing a summary, but I felt a pair of eyes on me.

THE NEXT DAY 

Mrs. Allen let us work on the project in class. Of course, Grayson was talking to his friends across the classroom. The bell rang and I have never been happier. My stuff was already packed so I put my backpack on and briskly walked out of the classroom with my English notebook clutched in my arms. As I’m walking to my next class, my phone vibrates,

‘Hey :)’ Sexyboi69 texted. What? Why now?

‘Hello?’ I sent, entering my biology class. Grayson also has this class with me, but I sit in the front and he sits in the back.

‘Why ?’ He sent back, I felt a pair of eyes burning the back of my head so I turned around, but saw no one, I turned back around.

GRAYSON’s POV

I’m overthinking it. Y/n is not KittyMistress. KittyMistress is confident and wild and y/n is quiet and clumsy. She’s a cute clumsy though. I look up to see y/n turning her head around so I put my head back down and pretend I’m texting. It’s not like I have a crush on her or anything. I have a thing for KittyMistress. Well, it’s one sided; I really want to know the face of the sexy body I see everyday. The face under the same exact mask y/n owns. Then again anybody can own that mask; I’ve seen that exact mask at a Halloween store. There it’s settled; y/n is not KittyMIstress.

LATER THAT DAY

I’m back at y/n’s house and she’s working on the project. I should really start helping. When I open my mouth, I hear the front door and a woman’s voice,

“Y/n! Are you home?” The woman yelled.

“Shit” y/n whispered. The woman opened door when y/n stood up and we made eye contact.

“Oh. Who’s this handsome young man?” She asked, smiling. 

“Um, Grayson” y/n stuttered out, “We’re working on an English project together.” She finished, fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. The woman, who I’m guessing is her mom asks me,

“Oh yay! Grayson, we would love to have to stay for dinner!” She exclaimed as if her daughter doesn’t bring home friends. She has friends, right? I looked over at y/n who was chewing at her bottom lip, nervously.

“I would love to” I replied, smiling. Her mother seems nice.

“Yay!” She exclaimed, while clapping “Your father should be home early, but dinner should be ready soon!” She said before closing the door behind her and leaving us alone.

“Your mom is nice.” I said, smiling which resulted in y/n groaning.

AN HOUR LATER

We were all seated at the tiny table. I don’t remember the last time I’ve eaten with my family, but this feels nice.

“So Grayson” y/n’s dad started off “How did you meet my daughter?” He asked, dabbing his face with a napkin.

“We’ve had the classes since middle school, sir, but we got partnered up this year on a final project.” I explained, he nodded and drank his water. I can see from the corner of my eye that y/n is blushing. She’s so cute.

“You know,” y/n’s mom says while covering her mouth to swallow “She’s always talking about how cute this Gra-” she continues, but is interrupted by y/n coughing.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” Her mother asks with concern and rubs her back. Y/n just nods and drinks some water.

“Oh what was I saying?” She says

“Honey, we probably shouldn’t overwhelm him with questions.” Her husband said with a chuckle. 

“You’re right” She sighed “I just got excited because our daughter never brings guests home” She finished.

“I have to use the restroom” y/n said and ran down the hall. 

MOMENTS LATER

“I’m sorry ab-” I started, but was cut off by y/n,

“It’s fine, just leave it alone” she muttered, writing a summary for the project; I nodded. I was being nosy and started to look around. I had a deja vu moment when,

“You looking for something?” y/n sassed, I was taken aback and just shook my head. 

Y/N’s POV

I don’t know what has gotten into me or where this wave of confidence came, but I kind of like it. Grayson actually helped on the project for once; it might of just been gluing the pages on the poster, at least he was quiet. After about half an hour of walking, Grayson announces,

“I better go home.” Right as he said that, lightening strikes and we both get an alert on our phones that read,

‘FLASH FLOOD WARNING THIS AREA TIL 11:30PM EST. AVOID FLOOD AREAS. CHECK THE LOCAL MEDIA.’

I looked out my window and just my luck, the streets looked like a lake.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I mumbled, he agreed.

“Do you have a guest room?” He asked, turning his head toward me.

“No, but you can take my bed” I offered, “I’ll sleep on the floor.” I said, getting up to get the extra blankets out of my closet. I told my mom I would never need to use them, but I can hear her in my head saying ‘I told you so!’

“No, it’s you’re ro-” He said, but I cut him off by placing my finger on his mouth, “No, you’re the guest and I swear to god if you fight me on this, I will make you swim home I don’t care.” I ranted. Jesus Christ, who let KittyMistress out? Where did this confidence come from?

"Who is this and why doesn’t she come out at school?” He joked, but there was some seriousness in it. I rolled my eyes playfully and continued to grab the blankets. If I’m sleeping on the floor, I’m going to make it as comfortable as possible.

“I’m going to change in the bathroom” I explained, “Try not to be nosy while I’m gone.” I joked and he saluted, making me giggle as I walk out of the room. After I change into a tank top and pajama shorts, I exit the bathroom and make my way towards my room. When I open the door, I see Grayson carefully running his fingers through my lingerie hanging up. You have got to be kidding me. Out of all things I have?

“What are you doing?!” I yell.

GRAYSON’s POV

I notice something lacy in the closet. Y/n’s words replay in my head, but I feel myself being drawn towards the closet. I can’t imagine y/n in something lacy or tight fitting even. I’m sure she has a nice body under all those hoodies she wears. As I approach the open closet, I see that it’s lingerie. My eyes have definitely popped out of my head. I can’t imagine y/n in stuff like this. I hear a jingle sound and see that there’s a collar with a bell on it.

‘Where have I seen this before?’ I think to myself with furrowed brows. My thoughts were interrupted by y/n,

“What are you doing?!” She yells. I’m just standing there; it can’t be her. She just rolls her eyes and snatches the lacy material out of my hands and walks away. Before my mouth can catch up with my brain I speak out,

“Mistress.” She stops dead in her tracks. Gotcha.

“What did you just say?” She asked, facing away from me.

“I had a feeling when I first came over, but I thought the mask was just a coincidence.” I explained, walking towards her; her breathing is now ragged,

“And then the texting” I whispered by her ear. She’s shivering at this point.

“Sexyboi69?” She whispered, dropping the items on the ground. I nodded with a smirk. I’ve been waiting for this moment. My fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. With her back still facing me, I slowly put my hand down her shorts and cup her pussy. Before I can feel her insides, the door knob starts to jiggle. I pull my hand out and she steps away from me.

“Hey, how are you guys?” Her mom says as she sticks her head in.

“Yeah, I was just making myself a bed on the floor” she explains, pointing to the makeshift bed. She nods while smiling and closes the door.

“The bed is big enough for the both of us” I said, smirking.

“Don’t you start with that” She jokingly replied with her finger pointing at me. I move towards her slowly and grip her wrist softly.

“I swear to god if you don’t stop looking at me like, I am going to cum in my pants.” I say as she blushes and replies,

“What look?” Like she doesn’t know. The innocent look that has every guy preying on her. It’s like my mouth has a mind of its own and next thing I knew, my lips were on hers. She was taken aback at first, but then relaxed under my touch. Our lips moved in sync and I find my hands wandering all over her body. 

“Are you sure you want to do this with a virgin?” She asks as I leave sloppy kisses on the base of her neck.

“There is nothing sexier than a virgin.” I replied and meant it. She seems to have a burst of confidence because she tossed me on the bed and straddled me. Her confidence never fails to turn me on. I pull down her tank top so that her breasts are spilling out. I begin to knead them and suck on them as her back arches and lets out a moan. 

“You are so fucking hot” I state, making my way back to her lips. My hand slides down her shorts and rubbing her clit before pumping finger in her. She moans in my ear which turns me on even more if it’s even possible at this point. Her hand is bunching up my shirt as I add another finger. 

“So tight.” I compliment and rewarded with a moan. I rub her clit with my thumb and I see her eyes roll so she must be close. Just as suspected, I feel a sticky substance coating my fingers and y/n collapses beside me.

“How was that?” I asked, laying next to her.

“What about your problem?” She asked, eyeing my very painful boner.

“As much as I would love those pretty lips around my cock, I need to be inside that pretty pussy.” I said, getting on top of her. She gasps and blushes at my words. My lips meets hers and she begins to undo my belt. 

“Why in a hurry?” I said, smirking and holding her hands down in the bed. She surprises me by flipping us over. Goddamn how is she so strong. 

“Because I’m in charge and you will address me as Mistress.” She stated, pinning my hands down.

"What are you going to do to me, Mistress?” I asked, lifting my head up from the bed. She smirks and rubs my hard cock through my jeans. I hiss and say,

“If you do that again, I am going to have a wet spot on my jeans.” She just continues to rub my dick before unbuckling my belt and sliding off my jeans, leaving me in my boxers and shirt. She gets off of me and then walks over to her drawer and digs around and pulls out what looks like a box of condoms.

“If you’re a virgin then why do you have a box of condoms?” I genuinely asked.

“What do you think?” She sarcastically replied. Her mom. I played it off with a laugh when she opened the new box and pulled out a condom. She walks over and hands it to me. I look at her confused.

“I don’t know how to put one on.” She shyly says, which makes me smile.

“Here” I say, taking the condom from her hand and taking it out of the package. I pull down my boxers and I see y/n’s eyes go wide from the side.

“Come here” I whispered, holding out my hand; which she takes and I put her back on my lap. “Give me your hands” I continued, guiding her hands on the condom to slide it down my dick.

“Is this going to fit?” She whispers

“We’ll see” I reply, flipping us so she’s beneath me, “Let me know if it’s hurt” I say and she nods. I slowly begin to push myself and see a tear run down her cheek. Y/n grabs the back of my head and begins kissing me, which is my queue to go deeper. When I’m balls deep in her, we both let out a throaty moan. 

“Please go faster” She whimpers in my neck.

“Your wish is my command” I whisper in her ear and begin thrusting at a faster pace. Her moans sounds pornographic as the sound of rain and my balls slapping fill the room. I reach my hand down to her clit and rub it in a circular motion. She starts shaking and I feel myself starting to climax. Before I knew it, I’m seeing stars and my load fills the condom. I stay in her warmth for a little longer before laying next to her and discarding the condom.

“How was that?” I asked, out of breath and facing her. She replies, still out of breath, but with a goofy smile,

“Better than porn.”