#i can't exactly completely wrap my head over everything that happened today. damn

[noxtivagus]

CONQUEST

[touyasdoll]

Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

[darklymelanatedstories]

Oh shxt I forgot!! (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

"So what do you think, sir?"

Vegeta gave a small smile and a nod. "It's perfect." He took one more glance at it before covering it up. Vegeta had been planning this for a while. He wanted this to be the best no threatening surprise she'd have that year.

After he's quick check up on his surprise he headed home. When he entered he was greeted by silence, so he assumed all the lazy bums he loved were still asleep. Not that it really mattered. It was 5am anyway. He crept into the room him and Bulma shared and couldn't help but smile when he saw her peacefully resting with drool running down her chin and messy hair and all. How could he love so many perfect imperfections.

Although Bulma wasn't much of an early bird, he did know that sleep was important to the woman so he decided to let her be.

"Hmm, she's been working hard yesterday on her projects and improving the gravity chamber.",Vegeta thought. "Just as well."

Vegeta moved her hair away then kissed her forehead before going down to the kitchen. He tried making her breakfast but ended up with a messy kitchen and broken eggs. Now he had to remind Bulma to buy eggs again. He was sure he made such a noise that he woke the whole neighborhood.

Trunks walked into the room and gave his father puzzled a look.

"Dad..?"

"Don't!",Vegeta exclaimed. Trunks raised his hands up slowly and backed away. Not wanting to be there during his father's frustration.

"Wait boy.",he said. Trunks immediately stopped. "Yes dad?"

"Clean this place up before you mother sees.",Vegeta ordered as he turned to leave. "I'll owe you one."

"Too late." The two jumped at the sudden voice. Vegeta slowly turned towards his wife.

"What the hell happened here?",Bulma questioned as her eyes scanned her ruined kitchen.

"Uh, you see. I was just trying to make you breakfast.",Vegeta explained, a bit embarrassed at his predicament. Bulma looked shocked, her eyes widened. "Really? That's so unlike you." She crossed her arms and raised her brow. "What are you up to? What's the occasion?"

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows. "You would know. It's a special day today."

Bulma looked like she was even more confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember do you?",Vegeta's expression contorted to slight anger. "I can't believe you. After I actually made an effort this time."

"Vegeta." Bulma carefully approached him and attempted to rest her hand on his shoulder. He immediately shrugged her off.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!",he yelled and stomped out.

"What's he so mad about? He's the one that wrecked my kitchen."

Trunks held his chin and thought. He knew there was something special about today.

"Isn't today your anniversary thing?"

Bulma gasped as she realised. How could she forget? And how did Vegeta remember?

"Oh shxt I forgot!!",she muttered then quickly cupped her hands over her mouth as soon as she remembered that Trunks was in the room.

"Don't worry mom. I've heard that word before.",he assured her.

"What!?"

"Nothing.",Trunks quickly walked out of the room. "I think I hear Bulla crying. I better check on her."

Bulma groaned. "Oh, how could I forget our anniversary? I always bug Vegeta about it."

~

"You forgot your anniversary!?" Chi Chi stared at Bulma with shock. "It's not like you." But what shocked her more was the fact that Vegeta even tried cooking.

"Yeah, I was so busy with my current machines that I forgot completely."

Goku walked into the room, he actually heard enough of their conversation to know what was going on.

"Why don't you just say you were pretending to forget to surprise him?" The two woman stared at Goku like he was crazy.

"That's not a bad idea, Goku."

"Yeah. I've used that a bunch of ti–"he stopped as soon as Chi Chi sent him a glare. "I guess I'm just full of good ideas."

"Anyway gotta go. Bye Chi Chi, Bulma.",Goku said as he rushed out of the house.

"Grrr. Goku!" Chi Chi groaned then turned to her blue haired friend. Bulma got up excitedly, hitting her fist into her palm as a plan formed in her genius head.

"I got it!"

"You're seriously gonna do it?"

"Well maybe...but I'm thinking of getting him a large buffet of food. You know how these Saiyans love to eat."

"I guess. But just hope it's better than Vegeta's gift so he won't be too mad."

"I always give the best gifts."

~

"Hey Vegeta." Goku said as he descended next to the Saiyan prince.

"What do you want Kakarot?"

"Happy anniversary." He opened his arms attempting to hug Vegeta but he ended up with a hand on the face pushing him back onto the ground.

"Doesn't feel happy.",he grumbled. "How could she forget. After all my planning."

"Wow. What did you plan?"

"None of your business!"

Goku gave him a sheepish smile as he crossed his legs and scratched the back of his head. They sat in silence for a while as Goku looked up at the sky.

"Well anyway. I say you should still go ahead with it. I mean think of all the times she did amazing things for you. I bet she'd really appreciate this."

Vegeta just grunted. Goku took that as a bit of a sign and got up to leave.

"Well that's all I wanted to say. I better get going. I promised Piccolo I'd train with him."

And with that Goku took off. Vegeta thought for a moment about what he said.

"Not a bad idea."

~

The sun just started setting and Vegeta waited outside in his maroon suit that he didn't really like wearing but it was a special day and it did make him look good.

He had told Goku to bring her around and was getting impatient. What was taking so long?

~

"Goku. I have to get everything ready."

Goku tilted his head. "What exactly are you doing? Planning a party?",he said as he watched people take food and party supplies out of a bunch of vans. "Because you know Vegeta's not a huge fan of those." He chuckled.

Bulma hung her head. "Ugh, I know. I've been so stressed that I'm not even thinking clearly."

"How bout you just bring the food in and come with me?"

"Fine." Bulma told the workers to put everything back except the food. Once that was done, Goku scooped her up and took her where he agreed to meet Vegeta.

~

The sun had set and finally the two have arrived.

"About time.",Vegeta mumbled.

Goku let Bulma down and took off, leaving the two.

"Vegeta look I–"

She was cut off when Vegeta placed his finger on her lips then lifted up her chin. This was the first time she actually saw him properly or her surroundings.

"Nice suit.",she said. Looking around with awe she couldn't help the feelings of excitement and love clearly showing in her body language.

She was in her garden which was beautifully decorated. The lights placed around the flowers lit it up beautifully, even making the pond sparkle. There were fireflies bringing another mix of light into the jars they were jailed in. It reminded Bulma of when she'd go camping with her sister and father.

"Wow." Without saying another word, or any word since she got there, he took her hand and led her to the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

There was some of Bulma's favourite foods and a large bottle of her favourite champagne in a silver bucket of ice.

What drew her attention was the object concealed under a white tarp.

"Vegeta–"

"Before you say anything.",he walked up to the objects. "I know I shouldn't have gotten angry this morning and that you've been stressed out lately. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Vegeta."

He took hold of the tarp. "I also hate doing this sappy stuff so..." He dramatically pulled it off. "Happy anniversary, my love."

Bulma was left speechless. She got closer and Vegeta watched with a smile on her face.

"What do you think?",he asked but he knew she loved it.

"I had it done by that artist you love so much."

In front of Bulma was a beautiful painting of her and Vegeta on their wedding day.

She trapped Vegeta in an embrace and he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer.

"I love you."

"Love you too.",he mumbled.

He pulled out of the hug and pulled out a chair for her in the gazebo.

He looked at the amount of food he had prepared for tonight and frowned.

"There's no way this is satisfying me. Damn, now I'm starving for the woman",he thought. He's hunger must've shown on his face because Bulma gave him a knowing look and winked.

"Oh I got that covered." She took her phone out and dialled a number.

"Bring it in guys."

In a matter of seconds people were bringing so much food that there wasn't any space on the table.

Soon Vegeta was stuffing his face.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?",he said in between chews.

Bulma giggled then looked over at her paintings.

"Yeah, you even showed me."

Art by @lem0uro

Check her out ppl. She's amazing.

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[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is chapter 17. You have returned to Yavin 4 to bury your baby daughter.

It's a time to reflect on your relationship and future together.

A revelation from Poe's past brings you closer together.

Warnings, angst, flashbacks of smut, grief, female receiving oral sex, loss of a child, not for anyone under 18.

Instead of bringing your new baby home you were burying her next to her grandparents.

You were sad and angry at the same time. Somehow you blamed yourself for the loss.

The ceremony was short and minimal. You were too heartbroken to even name her so instead the tombstone read "Baby girl Dameron".

After the funeral you and Poe stay by yourselves, you were staying with Kes Dameron and he was watching his grandson.

You're so grief stricken that you were silent. No tears, no emotion, nothing, you were too shocked to have a reaction.

"My heart is shattered". Poe confesses, the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Our little girl, gone, just like that".

"It's my fault, I know it is". You tell him, your voice devoid of emotion and your eyes blank and unmoving. "It has to be".

"No, stop it". Poe tells you, a slight hint of frustration apparent in his voice. "I hate how you always beat yourself up over things that you have no control over".

"You don't just lose two babies like that". You continue, as bitter tears roll down your cheeks. "You don't, you can't".

"Yes you can". Poe insists, his voice starting to shake from emotion. "I know, too well, believe me".

10 years earlier, D'Qar

He'd seen her around before and had enjoyed flirtatious banter with her before.

Her name was Reesayan Larchar, or "Rees" for short.

She was a beautiful, blonde haired rebellion captain, finally after knowing each other for awhile Poe asked her out.

Their relationship was a casual one, mainly he'd meet up with her to satisfy each other's sexual needs.

"Love" really wasn't there, but there was great sexual chemistry.

"Fuck, your cock is so huge".

"It is?"

Poe and Rees are fooling around late one night. They were both drunk and she was teasing him about being unable to fit most of his cock inside of her mouth.

With a slight laugh Poe rolls Rees over on her back, spreads her legs and started to lightly suck on her clit as he teased her wet hole with his finger.

Poe ate pussy like a pro. It was a known fact around the base. He loved doing it too.

Rees had sought him out because of the stories that she had heard.

Poe licked, sucked, fingered and tongue fucked her into a state of sheer orgasmic bliss.

With his mind clouded by alcohol, without thinking, he then rolled her over on all fours, grabbed her hips and just started pounding into her.

"Damn". Rees curses with a breathless moan as she could feel his large cock stretching her tight, wet walls.

"Do you want me to?" Poe asked with a slight smile, his gorgeous curly hair askew.

"Mmm, yes, go ahead". Rees moaned as she bit her lower lip.

Neither one of them was on birth control but Poe figured that once wouldn't hurt. He loved to cum inside of his partners, it felt more intimate to him.

Weeks later Poe received an urgent message from Rees. One time did hurt, she was pregnant.

Poe left the option up to her, and she decided to keep the baby.

They mutually decided to end their sexual relationship but co-parent the child together. It seemed like a win-win situation, Poe couldn't wait for his baby to arrive.

Her pregnancy went along smoothly, Rees was having a baby boy that they had planned on naming Vega.

The baby seemed to be doing okay. He was a little small but otherwise healthy.

Poe was there in the delivery room when she gave birth. The baby was completely silent when he was born, he knew immediately that something was wrong.

Their son never breathed a single breath or opened his eyes.

The grief was unbearable for both of them. Poe just cradled his baby boy and cried harder than he'd ever cried before in his life. Rees transferred out of D'Qar shortly afterwards and he never saw her again.

Present day

"Oh Poe, I had no idea". You tell him as you lean over and give him a tender kiss on the cheek.

"It's still hard for me to talk about". Poe explained, kissing you back, the tears rolling down his cheeks. "As horrible as these things are they really do just happen".

You move closer to Poe and put your arm around him. You look deeply into his eyes and tell him,

"I had no idea".

"It still hurts all these years later". He continued, hanging his head down. "He would have been 10 this year, I always think about what he would be like today".

The two of you share one of those intimate embraces that make you forget about your troubles for a little while.

"We've got to keep reminding ourselves to be strong for our son". You tell him softly. "Boe needs us".

"Of course". Poe replied with a slight smile. "He's our miracle child".

Poe's revelation about his lost son broke his heart. He's buried 3 children. Your son that you shared together was truly a miracle.

Boe is already sound asleep like a good little boy when you return to the Dameron family farm.

You're about a month postpartum. Your c section scar is fresh but healing well. You hate it because to you it represents a constant reminder of your loss.

Poe is already relaxing in bed, nude and on top of the covers, reading a book.

Seeing him like that makes you desire him, the way the low light reflected off of his smooth, tan skin.

And the graying hair, ugh, how dare he.

You just wanted to touch him, explore every inch of his body. But it was too soon to have sex.

You feel guilty for having these feelings. Snap out of it! You scream at yourself silently as you join your gorgeous husband in bed.

As soon as you lay down next to him Poe rolls over and wraps his arms around you in a tight, intimate embrace.

"Poe, we can't". You warn him with a slight laugh.

"I know, but I can please you other ways". He tells you as he starts to kiss and suck on your neck.

You know exactly what he wants. But you weren't feeling very comfortable in your own skin at that particular time.

"Everything is a mess down there". You tell him with a slight laugh. "It's not the same neat little pussy that you're used to seeing".

"Oh babe". Poe tells you as his kisses become more passionate. "It doesn't matter, I love your body but I love you most of all".

His hand slides between your legs and his fingers gently begin to tease and touch your wetness. The sensation feels almost electric, you haven't had pleasure like this in a long time.

"You need to cum". Poe whispered seductively into your ear as he continued to caress your wet folds with his fingers.

You roll over on your back, his head immediately goes between your legs, and he finds your clit.

Poe's lips latch onto your swollen clit and he starts to suck it gently as two fingers gently massage your wet hole.

When you cum your tight muscles grab onto his fingers and gush warm fluid all over them. Poe immediately pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, tasting every drop of your essence.

He then starts to lick, from your clit all the way down to the crack of your ass. Slow, deliberate, almost painful movements, you feel like he's devouring and tasting you.

When his tongue enters you the pleasure is too much and you scream his name as you climax hard.

One intense orgasm is all you can endure that night, afterwards you are feeling cuddly but extremely tired.

"I told you that you needed that". Poe whispered into your ear as he pulled you tight.

"You were right". You reply with a slight laugh.

You giggle as Poe begins to softly kiss you again.

The next morning you were planning on returning home, as you slept restlessly you couldn't help but fret about your future, and your health.

End of chapter 17

[shotos-kettle]

Written for @ Noblecosplays on Tiktok ♡

Inspired one of their Bakugou videos

It was always in the back of his mind, the burning that kept him going through all of his training sessions. He was very well aware of the feelings he had deep within his heart and they pissed him off half the time, he was unable to get rid of any one feeling, whether it was anger, want, frustration. It was a part of what made him human, something his mother had taught him from a very young age, maybe even from the moment he came out of the womb. 'Never let your emotions be your weakness, you're strong Katsuki.' So he held true to that, using his emotions as his strength to keep going within tough situations.

When he was captured by the sludge villain he had nearly given up and allowed it to over take him, however seeing her eyes with so much fear held within those usually illuminous irises kicked his instincts into gear, he needed to keep fighting. Though when Deku had raced out to try and 'save' him his fight or flight instincts kicked into overdrive. 

Back then he wasn't absolutely certain what made him angrier, that the damn nerd had thought he needed saving, or the fear in his dear friend's eyes. Now, deep into his highschool studies and training to become the number one hero he knew just what had kept him going through his childhood years.

"Katsuki you're drifting again,  you sure you just don't want to hang up? It's 2 in the morning."

Her voice quickly snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes lowering to his phone,the curve of his lip tweaking up in a slight smile that was only reserved for one person. "I'm fine, not really tired honestly." That was a lie, he was exhausted, he had spent hours in the training grounds with Kirishima and Denki sparring. "What about you? Aren't you getting tired? Didn't you go with pink cheeks today?" 

It wasn't like he actually cared that they hung out, he was just… Concerned, he knew how Uraraka was when it came to the two of them, always pressing things too far with her questions and even her quirk itself.

"Katsuki."

His eyes snapped over to the phone, shit. Had he drifted too deep into thought again? "Huh? What did you say?" She asked softly, trying to keep his voice down so his classmates on either side of his room wouldn't realize he was still awake.

"I asked if you wanted to hang out at the cafe tomorrow? They have a new macaroon out that I've been wanting to try for a while now."

Her eyes had lit up so much as she spoke and he absolutely adored that about her, even with everything going on in the world after All Might's retirement and the league of villains attack on the convoy that had been transferring the villain Overhaul, she still managed to find the little things that would excite her beyond one's belief.  "Yeah. Yeah absolutely. My treat okay?" Who was he kidding? She knew he didnt have any money, he had spent everything he had saved back to fix his gauntlets a few weeks back, they had imploded on him during a particularly vigorous training session.  

"Katsuki, I know you can't afford to pay so don't worry, besides it's my turn to treat you!" 

She always did this, and he wasn't going to lie it was pretty nice to have someone in his life that he didn't have to take care of every second of the day even if he still tried to. Though he could tell she was starting to drift off, he also knew it wasn't a good idea to push her to go to sleep, she was more stubborn than he was at times. 

Maybe that's why he had fallen so hard for her, she matched him so well but in the same sense was a complete opposite personality type that his own. They complimented each other nicely, whether in training or just on their daily antics, he was almost certain that's why their classmates tried so hard to get them together. He wasn't one to just give into something such as peer pressure, but when it involved her…  he was just a huge softie.

"Hey" He paused as he turned onto his side, head buried into the pillow as he stared at her sleeping form on the other end of the video call, a heavy sigh leaving his chest while his eyes took in every inch of her sleeping face. "Seriously, you say you're not tired and then you go and pass out on me… What am I going to do with you?" His words were spoken under his breath as he shifted one arm under his pillow, trying to keep any noise he made as quiet as he could so he could simply enjoy seeing her in such a peaceful state. She truly was the most beautiful being he had ever seen in all of his years.

His eyes held firm on her parted lips, watched them twitch here and there as everything he had pushed back slowly bubbled to the surface. The love he held for this girl in his heart was unmatched to anything he had felt in his life. "I want to ruin our friendship…" he whispered softly, the internal battle of his mind and his self control was waging on inside of his heart and soul. "We should be lovers instead." He closed his eyes for a moment as he buried his face in the pillow, trying to regain his own self control. "You don't feel the same for me and I know that. But I just can't help myself when it comes to you, everything I do, how hard I push myself to become the number one hero is to be able to protect you." He let the phone fall from his hand for a moment, missing the little smile that spread over her lips.

After a few long minutes, which seemed like hours to Bakugou he finally lifted his head once more and took hold on his phone. "Goodnight.. get some rest okay? I'll see you in the morning." He said softly, ending the call from his end, leaving his phone plugged into the charger as he took note that it was already nearing 3 in the morning. It wasn't an uncommon thing for them to end their days on a call together, it was simply something they had become accustomed to, telling each other about their day, what happened and if they had improved in their abilities at all. Her quirk was something strange to him, it wasn't physical and he wasn't sure if she would even be able to hold her own in a battle if she got mixed up with the league of villains.

That was his new reason to become number one, so he would never see her hurt. He pulled himself out of bed with a heavy sigh, he needed to expel this new found energy he had or he wouldn't be able to focus tomorrow. He packed up a bag with a change of clothes and some shower items and headed out of his room, he needed to train more, that would kick him into gear.

That following morning after his 6 hour training session he walked through the doors, dark circles around his eyes and his bag lazily draped over his shoulder. A flash of blonde was all he saw before he was tackled to the ground, a grunt leaving his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oi! What do you think you're doing?" He asked, knowing exactly who it was, but what knocked him into a speechless sputtering stupor was the gentle kiss planted on his cheek.

"Katsuki we are gonna be late! I want to get there before the macaroons are all sold out!"

He was fucked.there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to be able to hold his feelings back for much longer.

[alwayschoosechocolate]

One-night stands and one-shot chances (Part iv)

University AU

Pairing: Jin x reader

Who says sex has to mean anything? Who says you can’t just screw around without all the heartache? Who says only guys get this privilege? What happens when the biggest playboy on campus suddenly meets his match and gets a taste of his own medicine?

Genre: casual sex, mentions of sex, bestfriend!Hoseok, onenightstand!Jin

Wordcount: 2000

Masterpost with the other parts of the story can be found here (x)

Tag list: @esplosionedicoloriintesta @jeonjunggoodgod @rjsmochii @spookidema @pariz-lover @mymochimchimmy @friedclamtoadbanana @cloudyelizabeth @livesmileandstaystrong

A/N: Tumblr has been fucking with me and deleted parts of this update so many times.. I lost count of how many times I rewrote it, and I feel like parts of it never really got back again. I'm only on my phone these days, so I have no idea, how long it is either, but I feel like it's rather short unfortunately - sorry! I'll make up for it in the next update!

The whispers heard from two rows behind you were only getting louder, and it had reached a point that made even Jimin send them a sour look.

Your focus, however, was solely on the professor in front of the board and the notes you were scribbling down. Rumors and bitchy comments were nothing new to you. Being part of the royalty on campus, as Hoseok and his mates were called because of the small spire on the house, came with a lot of attention, and being Hoseoks best friend had made you an honorary member as well.

"I swear to God, if they make any more comments about your hair, I will pull theirs out," Jimin mumbled under his breath, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Jimin, just leave it. If the best they've got is comments about my hair" - you shrugged your shoulders - "let them have their fun."

"Can't you please just talk back one time? I don't want them to think they can treat our friends like this."

Jimin was fidgeting in his seat and his voice had reached a whiny tone, but the reason for his demeanor was anything but cute. He wanted to fight back. He hated people for not respecting his friends, and he knew Hoseok wouldn't have hesitated to clap back at the girls. However, you hated people fighting your battles, and even though Hoseok did it all the time, it always resulted in arguments between the two of you. The rest of the guys had learned not to challenge you on this.

"Not yet, Jimin," you hummed, eyes still on the papers in front of you. Mumbling under his breath, he leaned back in his seat with crossed arms, settling for absorbing their voices, so he would know, which girls to add to his non-shag list. No way, he was sleeping with them, when they treated his friend like that, he thought with a huff.

"I don't get why she doesn't have any self-respect. She must really have some issues," one of them whispered a bit too loudly, definitely wanting you to hear her. "I mean, can't she see that she is ruining her life?"

"That's rich," you snorted loudly, finally turning around in your seat and putting a hand on Jimins shoulder in the process, keeping him from jumping at the girl. "Coming from you." You locked eyes with the girl in charge of most of the comments and sent her a sinister smile. "When is your due date again?”

Hearing Jimin snicker at your comment fueled you on further and the missing response from the girl only added to it.

"Your daughter must really be looking forward to getting a younger sister," you cooed in feigned interest. "I just feel bad, they don't get to have that idyllic family life you always talked about. But then again, family is what you make it, with the people you chose to have in it, right? Who am I to tell you, how to live your life?"

Sending her one last icy look, you turned back to the board, still hearing the girls whispering, but for a completely different reason this time. Everyone knew her on campus. She had made it her mission to spread the word of God on campus, which involved celibacy, no alcohol and for some reason also no sea food. Funny thing is, she didn’t see the double moral in herself being pregnant with a second child from a different guy. Instead, she had made it her life mission to preach about how sex ruins both body and mind, ruining you for the future. And Y/N was her favorite target.

-

"You're alright?", Jimin asked, as they walked to the café for their free period. It was drizzling a bit, covering the campus in a grey curtain, leaving you and Jimin alone, as everyone scrambled to get out of the rain.

"Of course. It's nothing new."

Throwing an arm around Jimins waist, leaning on him, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You walked a bit in silence.

"Come on, I'll buy you a coffee," he smiled, pulling you into the warm café.

You bought your drinks and Jimin even bought you a muffin as well, and you found a table in the back, where you could lay out your books on the table to talk about some assignment, you had to hand in next week.

"Btw," Jimin interrupted you in the middle of a sentence. "Did you hear anything back about the job yet?"

"No, not yet," you mused, with a small smile. "But I'm sure they just have a lot of applicants to get through."

As true as that might be, it had also been two weeks since they were supposed to get back to you. Knowing that you weren't going home between semesters, you had always opted for working or doing internships, and this year one of the professors on campus was working on a big project and needed help. Not only was it a great way of earning some money and experience, the professors field of study was exactly what you wanted to go into yourself. It couldn’t be more perfect actually!

That is, if you got it.

You hadn't told anyone about it - not even Hoseok. A thought, that still made you a bit uncomfortable, since you normally shared everything. Jimin only knew, because your application had gotten mixed up with some notes, you shared with him.

"I'm sure, you'll get it," Jimin offered with a sweet smile and a warm hand on your arm. "They would be stupid not to take you in."

"I don't know," you smiled at him. "You've been getting better grades than me lately. Maybe you should apply, Jiminie?"

He snorted out a laugh, falling on to the table while he giggled.

"Yeah, right. Me, in a lab coat all summer? No, thank you."

Joining in his laughter, it took af few seconds for the both of you to calm down.

"Besides," he added, eyes turning sincere again. "The only reason, I get good grades is because of your help."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, trying to pull your arm away from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip, making you look up into his smiling eyes.

"It's true, Y/N." His voice had gotten lower, and you felt your breath hitch at the close proximity of his face. "I couldn’t have made it through this last semester without you."

Letting yourself be hypnotized by his sweet words and demeanor, you suddenly realized who you were sitting across from.

"Aish, Jimin," you exclaimed in annoyance with an awkward laugh, snapping out of the trance. "Stop flirting with me! I already promised, we would work together on the year end project."

"Right," Jimin smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "The year end project."

You had already turned back to your books and started suggesting topics for the upcoming assignments, when you got interrupted.

“You know, I’m not normally into the whole drowned-rat-look,” a sly voice commented, making both you and Jimin look up to see Jin walking towards you with a cocky smile. “But you really make it work, cupcake.”

Rolling your eyes at both his presence and words, you kept your gaze trained on the books on the table.

“Normally, I’m not into cocky guys with a nice body,” you retorted in a flat voice without missing a beat. “And you are no exception.”

“Ah, you think, I have a good body, doll?”, Jin cooed, as he dragged an extra chair to the table, making himself comfortable.

“Yeah, it does a perfect job of covering up all that sexism and…” – pausing to send him a confused look, you cocked your head at him – “Oh, I’m sorry. What are your other traits again?”

Hearing Jimins laughter fill the air, you sent Jin a cold smile, getting an annoyed look back.

“Damn. That’s cold, baby.” Jins voice was strained, trying to keep the tone light, but you easily picked up on the shadow of hurt looming in his eyes.

“But not uncalled for,” you reminded him, gathering your stuff and saying goodbye to Jimin, before walking out into the rain again.

Asshole. Thinking he could just go back to joking around again, after calling you a whore. Huffing a bit in anger, you walked towards the library to study there instead.

“Y/N!”

Groaning at the sound of his voice, you just kept walking.

“Hey. Wait up!”, Jin shouted, putting a hand on your shoulder, when he reached you.

Whipping around in annoyance, you saw him stumble half a step back in surprise at your sudden movement.

“What, Jin? What do you want?” Your voice was anything but welcoming, and if he had taken just two seconds to think about what he was about to do, he should have known better.

Oh well.

“I wanted to talk to a pretty lady, and you just happen to fit that bill,” he grinned at you, making you roll your eyes.

"Oh, lucky me! I get to be your designated whore of the day," you exclaimed in feigned excitement.

"What? No, that's..."

"Cut to the case, Seokjin. I'm not in the mood today." Crossing your arms in front over your chest, you sent him an impatient look.

"Well, erm." He coughed awkwardly, searching for the words. "I just wanted to apologize. You know, for calling you..."

"A whore," you stated, giving an evil smirk, when you saw him visibly tense at the sound of it.

"Yeah, that." He mustered every ounze of sincerity he could before continuing. "I'm sorry, I did that. It was uncalled for."

His eyes searched yours to see if you accepted the apology, but was hurriedly cast down by the sound of you clicking your tongue.

"Yeah, it was uncalled for. So why did you?" Curiousity taking over, you still wanted to know why, despite the anger.

Seokjin awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with an explanation. Dammit! He shouldn't feel this uncomfortable in front of you. Get it together, Jin!

He was at a loss, so he did what he knew always worked. Or used to work at least.

Straightning up a bit, he sent you a shameless grin.

"You're just so hot, doll! I don't like the idea of other men seeing that body," he winked at you, reaching for your hand.

The second, the words left his mouth, he knew he was screwed. And if his own intuition was enough, he was about to find out.

"Oh, I see!", you cooed at him, smiling sinisterly, when you saw his frightned expression at your tone. "You think, because I slept with you once, you own me."

Jin looked like he had just been pushed out of a cliff, and was now frantically searching for somewhere to hold on.

"What? No, that's not..."

His comicly widened eyes and pouting lips made him look almost too innocent.

Almost.

"Shh," you shushed, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Let me tell you something." Tightning you grasp on his jaw, you saw his eyes widen in surprise. "I am not someone for you to stick your dick in like a flagpole. You do not have, or will ever have, any claim on me. Got it?"

Your stern eyes bore into his startled ones. Despite the height difference, you had no problem displaying your position. It made Jin feel powerless, and he really didn't like being in that position. It made his blood boil, and his brain go into overdrive.

"I don't need to claim you," he spat out, venom suddenly present in his voice. "You've been with so many that you're basically public property by now."

Feeling his own blood run cold at his words, he pushed your hand off his face, looking at your shocked features defiantly.

"You should feel lucky that I even payed you any attention after getting my share," he stated with an annoyed huff, before turning around and basically speedwalking away from you, heart thumbing in his chest.

Oh, he was so screwed..

// Part v //

[everythingandeveryplace]

I got these gifs off of We Heart It, please let me know if they belong to you!

Finding Family Part 2

•Daryl Dixon x OFC•

Everyone had been set up in guest rooms for their overnight stay at Georgetown  and after an incredibly tense meeting the future of trade between Alexandria and the prospering community still remained undecided.

"They're gonna say no. Not a chance in hell we're getting even a taste of this shit." Abraham sighed, his head resting against the LaZ boy recliner  in Ricks room for the night.

"We don't know that." Michonne argued.

"Sure we do, y'all saw the way they looked at the girl. I hurt their people bad, no way any of us are gonna be welcomed here after today." Merle chuckled dryly, he was trying to hide the guilt and disappointment he felt in himself and had Daryl not known him his entire life he might have mistaken it for carelessness.

"We should have left him at home. What good ever comes from bringing Merle Dixon anywhere?" Glenn grumbled and Maggie pat his thigh comfortingly.

"Michonnes right, We don't know yet. these people are very reasonable, I've spoken to them, they know me and besides Lily would never leave us out to dry. She isn't like that." Rick nodded firmly.

"That was before we turned our backs on her and let Merle stay after everything that happened. We betrayed that girl, if I was her I wouldn't give us a damn thing." Carol was perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes sad and slightly angry as she regarded Merle. The older woman's gaze wandered over to Daryl for just a split second and the underlying disappointment in the clear blue made his stomach hurt, he stood up and grabbed his crossbow from the floor.

"Goin for a walk." He grumbled, Merle stood to follow but Daryl was quick to turn to him and shake his head "alone." He bit out.

The halls of the community center at Georgetown we're huge, over 20 rooms on each floor. Charlie had explained that the community center was where most of the residents who didn't have family lived, they were single rooms and it provided a sense of family in one large building for the residents who preferred not to be alone in their own home. It also was the same building as the mess hall, and that's exactly where he heard the familiar voice he had missed and replayed over and over on his head for two full years.

"Thanks Nellie, you're our new best friend forever. We will remember this moment for when grey carries on my iconic legacy. you will have a special page in my autobiography." Lili backed out of the kitchen, the beautiful baby boy wrapped up in her arms and a pint of vanilla ice cream in his.

"It's just because I love you both." A grey haired  woman in an apron shooed them out of the kitchen and winked, blowing a kiss at the curly haired little boy waving back at her.

"And we love you." Lili turned back towards the cafeteria and the smile she had been wearing slipped from her features when her eyes met Daryl's.

God it hurt.

Swallowing thickly he willed his feet to march over to the two, awkwardly rubbing his neck when he was close enough.

"I was just checking the place out. S'nice." He mumbled, eyes involuntarily falling on the little boy with the the sandy blonde curls staring up at him.

"Yeah. We have a really great system going here. Good people too." Greyson wiggled in her arms and Lili looked down "words." She smiled softly, urging him to speak gently.

"Down." He whispered "pease." His smile was wide and goofy and so damn adorable it almost physically hurt Daryl.

Lili beamed with pride

"You got it love." She gently placed him on the floor and peeled the top of the container off, sticking a metal spoon in the sweet vanilla ice cream and ruffling his hair.

Daryl watched in wonder as Greyson lifted himself onto a cafeteria bench and began taking tiny but determined bites of the sugary dessert.

"He's a smart kid. Little to be doin' all that aint' he?"

Daryl turned his attention back to Lili who was smiling in complete adoration at the boy with the matching eyes.

"Grey is very advanced, we have a former pediatrician who works in our infirmary and she says she's never seen someone his age  grasp language skills quite as fast as Greyson." She finally pulled her eyes away from her son and looked at Daryl, he could practically see the pride in her smile.

"Gets it from you. Ya always we're good at talkin'"

For a moment when her blue eyes sparkle and her nose scrunches up, Daryl's taken back to five years ago stranded in that damn lake with an arrow through his side and a pretty blonde woman dragging him through the mud and asking "where in the holy hot hell" did he come from.

"That's about all he gets from me except the hair, I carried him around for nine months only for him to come out a splitting image of his father." She laughed quietly.

"Got my nose.. and my mamas eyes." Daryl whispered as they both stared at Greyson.

"And your lips. Not to mention he catches the Georgia sun like you wouldn't believe, five minutes outside and he's golden brown, just like you." She smiled.

"Got your hankerin' for the sweets though." Daryl offered chuckling when Greyson sent a spoonful of vanilla halfway across the room.

"And your tendency to leave a mess." Lili raised a brow and pulled a rag from her pocket, wiping the melted ice cream off of her sons cheeks.

"Beautiful though. Real beautiful." He whispered, his palms itched to touch his son, to see if he was real, if this was something that he had helped to create. There was no way any Dixon could ever make something so beautiful and perfect.

"Still carrying' around that crossbow huh?" Lili nodded towards his practically third arm.

"Sure am. Never gettin' rid of her." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

"Don't I know it." The beautiful blonde smiled fondly at the weapon that had saved her life more times than she could count "I'm still sticking to my knives, although I don't get out much to use em. I stay inside the walls mainly, take care of the sick and injured."

"Sounds nice, ya were meant for that. Made to help people." Daryl clarified, tracing her features with his eyes, memorizing every new scar and freckle, every laugh line, the last time he had seen her she had been bruised and swollen beyond recognition. The image of Dwight carrying her near lifeless body out of the saviors compound was forever burned in his mind.

"Sometimes I miss it out there, the adrenaline, the chase." Lili sighed before shaking her head and smiling at her son "but I can't take risks like that anymore, not unless I have too. Grey needs his mom. last week I went on a run because we needed specific medications and I left him with Dwight for two days, I came back covered in walker blood and Greyson just threw himself at me. I had to give him two baths just to get all that funk out of his hair." She giggled, scrunching her nose at the memory.

"He's a good boy." Daryl caught her sea green eyes and stared longingly at the woman he loved more than anything in this world.

"The best." She nodded, a sadness filtering across her face.

"Miss you every damn day." Daryl whispered, the words heart breakingly honest.

"You made a choice." Lili whispered back, wrapping her arms around her body tight, shielding herself from the one person who could ever truly hurt her.

"It was the wrong choice, I know that now," his voice broke, shadowed eyes dark and lost.

"It's too late now. You can't take it back.. you made your choice, you chose him."

"He's my brother." Daryl begged, he needed her to understand, no matter how impossible it was and how wrong it was he wanted her to understand.

"He's a monster." Lilis eyes filled with tears that she desperately tried to blink back "the things he did to me.. I can't.. when he was strangling me.. breaking my ribs all I could think about was getting back to you. I thought I was going to die and I didn't want to do that to you, I wanted to live for you. And then I came back to you, I fought for you only for you to allow that man back in our home, to sleep on the same floor as I did, to eat where I ate."

If it was possible Daryl could feel his heart cracking in his chest, the pain almost unbearable.

"I loved you with everything I had and I fought for you, I would have done anything for you and you gave up on me. You traded me in for your brother." She whispered, her voice far away.

"He's my family Lili." It sounded pathetic even to his own ears.

"And he's mine." Lili raised her voice, throwing her hand out to the little boy who was now curiously listening to the conversation and smiling up at the two adults as they turned to look at him.

"He's mine too." Daryl tried.

The woman before him narrowed her eyes and shook her head

"No.. no he isn't. You gave that claim up the second you let me walk out the doors of Alexandria. You made a decision, I told you when I left that there was no coming back from it and I meant that. Merle is your family. Greyson is mine."

"Lil please, I have too..."

"You're all going to be able to trade here, I told Charlie that you were all good people, that the past was the past and it had nothing to do with helping your people. You'll get what you need and then you can go, I don't want you bringing that man back to my home. By the time I put Greyson to sleep tomorrow I want to forget you both were ever here." With that Lili picked up Greyson and walked straight out of the mess hall doors leaving a broken hearted Daryl Dixon staring after the love of his life and their son.

It couldn't end like this.

He wouldn't let it.

[jakeyfrye]

Happy Mothers Day, Dad.

Elizabeth came home from school with a rather dark cloud over her head, the topic today had her bummed out for a while. What made the day worst was Father not being home. At least Aunt Evie's here.

"Hello, Elizabeth." Evie greets in her chair as Ellie entered and sat on Evie's bed. Evie can tell something isn't right. "Is something wrong?" She asked.

Ellie nodded a little, "Where's Dad?" Oh, no wonder. She just missed Jacob already, Evie was a little worried that something happened at school. The last thing she wanted was Jacob busting into the school and causing mayhem until he found the one upsetting her and may have to move her to another school... again. Would he go that far? Oh defiantly, without a doubt. A side Evie never knew of him, she finds it adorable to see him over protective for a child but won't admit it to him.

"Today's mothers day... everyone talked about their mothers and I... well... I don't have a mother... not anymore..." Ellie hates thinking of the past, today it just brought her back to where she had it all to when she lost everything. Evie leans back in her chair, she couldn't help but think of her as Jacob when he was a child. All they had was a father but unlike Elizabeth, they have never had the chance to meet their mother.

Evie had no idea what is worst, having to lose a mother with or without knowing who they are. Actually they were both as bad. A slight story of the man Ellie calls father could cheer her up.

"You know, that brother of mine dreads the day for the exact same reason when he was young. In fact he made it sound like we had mother when people ask what he was going to get her on Mothers Day."

Ellie looks up at her with sadden but curious eyes. Evie relaxed in her seat a little more as she flicks through memory lane.

"Every after school on Mothers Day Jacob would pick flowers. A bunch of them too. He'd turn around, ripped cheeks and asks me if mother would like them all of the time. Hmph... you should see that smile and his eyes brighten when I say 'Of course she will'. Then he'd put them outside somewhere, hoping she come home... little did we know... we found out that she wasn't coming home."

"What happened?... why didn't she come back?"

Evie took in a deep breath and exhaled shakingly. "Well... we discovered that she passed away well before we even had a chance to see her or grow up with her. All we had was a Grandmother, then a Father... eventually we only have each other."

Looking at the young girl, it was clear that she wasn't very happy about the topic. It would be best if Evie left it as it is. She got out of her chair and ruffles Ellie's light hazel hair. "Don't worry about it, love. Jacob has you now, I'm sure that's all he needs, a child to be a child with. And besides, today is only a day to appreciate the one who loves you no matter what you do in your life."

Now that statement got little Ellie thinking, a day to appreciate the one who loves you no matter what?... an idea came to her head, it may seem ridiculous but yet brilliant. And there was only one person in this cold world that brought her in and raised her well.

"Evie? Could I ask you a favour, please?"

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It was dark and late by the time Jacob arrived back at the train hideout. He was beaten by a rollercoaster of emotions, making his journey home an absolute mission. He said what had to be said to his Mum, he's home now and Ellie should be asleep. That's all that matters now.

He always goes through Evie's car to get to his, he found it easier from some reason. He was completely taken back to see Evie bright eyed and bushy tailed.

"Brother! You're back! Oh! And by the way... Ellie has a surprise for you."

To you there should be no reason to freak out about it, but it's Jacob after all. Yes, he's usually carefree as ever. When it comes to those he hold dearly to him it's a totally different story. "Evie! You know that she can't be up THIS late! Not even a minute over her bedtime!-"

Evie just rolled her eyes at her twin, he's such a motor mouth when scolding her. This was just first gear.

"Jacob..."

"If she doesn't get at least 6 hours of sleep, she'll have insomnia!-" second gear, it was getting faster.

"Jacob!..."

"And with her having insomnia means bad health!-" third gear. At this point words end up clashing together.

[I]"And with bad health she'll be unhappy!And a unhappy child means horrible paren-"

Evie stops him right there by cupping either sides of his cheeks to shut him up. Wow, he is really paranoid today. "Jacob!!... just calm down. I know that you're tired and having a bad time right now. Which is why the girl is up still."

Evie slightly flicks her head towards the door that lead to his carriage, indicating him to go in as she lets go of him. He was curious now, whatever the reason for Ellie to be up so... so called late is beyond him. It must be worth while.

"....fine. But don't make a-"

Evie had enough of his scolding and just shoves him in his carriage. "My god! Jacob! It's just for one bloody night!"

"Ach! Okay, okay! Just stop pushing me!"

Finally booting him inside his own car, dimly lit by a few candles. There was Ellie standing right there in front of him nervously for some odd reason. It alerts him in the wrong way as ever.

"Hey, sweetheart. What's the matter? Nobody's been picking on you, have they?!"

Ellie just hums, well more like a shy growl as she waddles towards him with a small box wrapped in pretty wrapping paper. It wasn't his birthday yet... or did he forget again? How can he forget if he shares the same birthday as Evie? He got down on his knees to get to her eye level.

"What's all of this for?" He asked.

Little Ellie looks at Evie, doubting if this is going to work or not. Evie just nods and mouths "Go ahead... you got it."

Looking back at her Dad, she inhaled deeply and brought the box up to him. He still had no idea what's going on, he was utterly confused and worried that he had missed something while he was gone.

"Happy Mother's day, Dad..." she looks at him with a small smile. "... I love you."

His reaction was nothing but shock, mother's day?... for him? Jacob isn't a mother? Is that what Ellie thought of him this whole time? A mother? It made no difference really. Practically Jacob had been both roles in parenting, firm and strict yet loving and playful.

No matter the reasons for this, it meant the entire world to him. He couldn't help but embrace the girl tightly. It wasn't a day for him, this wasn't his day at all. And here is his little girl making her own rules up just for him. It wasn't as much as the things he did for her, but it never matters to him. Every little thing she does was something huge.

The girl wraps her arms around his neck, cuddling her head against his. "You didn't have to do this, darling. It's Mother's Day, not Father's Day." he spoke softly. Ellie just fiddled with his hair and hums,

"We both lost someone without having the chance to say goodbye..." she pulls away just to look at him, her small hands held either sides of his stubble cheeks. "...But it's okay! Because you got me and it's my job to take care of you. Leave the worrying to me."

Ellie was far too young to understand what point she was aiming for, to Jacob it made perfect sense. Even if she was repeating exactly what he told her many times before. It just meant that she knew what he means and believed he could care for her. Having that just made the struggles of being a better Father more rewarding. As firm and strict as he may seem, under that heart of thin layer of stone was gold being melted by this young girl he gladly and gratefully calls his own daughter.

A small yawn had brought him back to earth, she laid her head on his shoulder. He could feel her weight against him, a clear indication of tiredness. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up, hoisting her off the floor. "Alright, alright, I think it's time for bed now." He spoke softly to her as he carried her over to the couch and laid her down ever so gently. She was already asleep, he tucks her in and kissed her forehead like he had done all for all of these years.

If there was one thing he could ask for out of life is to just watch her age up well, of course he wants her to be this little sweet girl that constantly looks at him for guidance. Picking up her little gift up from the floor, he knew what it is already. With a tear of paper, he was right. Simply it was a box of chocolates, from there he knew that she always will be his sweet child.

A small sniffle brought his attention to Evie. Jacob gave an airy laugh at seeing her all emotional, something he hasn't seen for a very long time. He approached her with the box full of sweets.

"Here, look. Have some sweets, the best cure for feeling better."

She just shook her head with a small smile, looking at him with teary. She didn't say anything, not a single word at all. Instead she went up to her brother to bring him into an embrace. It had completely taken him by surprise, girls seems to be brilliant at it, that he figured out growing up with her. The night was filled with soft laughter coming out of the carriage of Jacob Frye as the train rocked, rolled and went on riding through the City of London as Evie said,

"I think I've seen enough sweets for a day, thanks to you two."

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A/N: Yeah, Mothers Day for me (well it was) annnd I thought "Damn, wouldn't it be cute if a child did something for their solo father?" BOOM!! Thought of little Elizabeth and Jacob straight away.

Anyways, Happy Mother's Day to all of the mum's out there. Hope ya'll treat her well, if you have a solo dad than show him a little appreciation too coz... why not!

[danie1-sava9e]

Corner Creatures

"The shadows and the damned, they lurk in the corner of existence, your vision, your eyes. A cold presence with the formation of an endless skein slowly wrapping around your heart, tightening as you crumble." These are the words a man once told me, a man who is no longer a part of this world. A man who was found mutilated in his home 3 years ago today.

The colossal slam as the letterbox closed almost sent me through the roof. "Bloody ridiculous" I muttered to myself as I ventured down the hall towards my front door. I'm not sure why, but I can't explain the feeling I felt when his letter came through the letterbox. No matter how hard I try. Sadness? No that's not it, I don't think there is a way to describe how I felt in words. I just stood there staring at the decayed and putrid envelope as I was engulfed by its horrific nature.

"Shit," I said to myself. "These fucking kids."

I had fully convinced myself that this was some sick animals idea of a joke, I could not have been farther from the truth. After a long day at work, I arrived home, drenched from the unforgiving "Mother Nature" as they say, but that's life I suppose, yeah, life. Settling down with a bottle of beer and my favourite T.V show I heard something fall off of the table behind me, it was the letter, it lay there still and damp yet I felt it call out to me, pulling me towards it. As I bent down to pick it up after my long journey from the couch I felt as if I would vomit, it had only been 9 hours since this morning yet the smell had grown thicker and the touch had become grimier. Opening the envelope without ripping it was a mission but I eventually got there, God I wish I hadn't. The letter lay on the table in front of me, it was just as damaged and wrinkled as the envelope was, a lot of the writing was smudged but one word that stuck out to me was "Branch" A name I had earned after falling from a tree back when I was deployed in Afghanistan. My heart sunk at the site of this, to you it may seem like a funny joke or a game, but my squadmates were the only ones to use that name, the same squadmates that were slaughtered by enemy forces leaving 2 alive, me and. Him. I stood there for a while, thinking back to all the horrible memories I wish I could erase, but it is in the past. Terrified, I finally decided to read the letter after a long silence, as I said though, a lot of the words were smudged and incomprehensible but this is what I got from it.

"To Branch.

Hey, it has been a while, how are you doing? I know the last time we spoke it ended rather bad, but I just want you to know that I really do care about you. Look, something is happening and I don't know if I am losing my mind or this is some joke but, they won't go away. I see them in the corner of my eye, sometimes standing still and sometimes sprinting towards me, but when I turn towards them, they are gone. They look like shadows but there is something about their eyes, red, glowing. Shit, I think I may have even seen Fergus and Bubbles earlier, just standing there in the very edge of my provisional vision, whispering. Hell, maybe I am going crazy, it really is like being back in those bunkers, you think you see someone but when you look, no one. I don't know what is going on but the police won't do anything and I can't do very much in this old wheelchair of mine, come see an old man will ya kid? Even if it is just for a couple of hours, I would truly appreciate it. I have several lifetimes worth of beer and I'm sure Milly and the new pup would love to see you too. Thank you for sticking with me this long kid, after everything that's happened, you have no idea how much it means to me.

Thanks, Darryn"

The first time I read this my eyes had already swelled up and I was in tears, one of my best friends was calling for help and I never knew, he was played with, then murdered by thugs. I never even thought to ask myself how it took 3 years to travel a 3 hours trip and that was the biggest mistake of my life. Once I had washed my face and calmed down a little bit, I heard footsteps. quiet, but audible, right behind me.

An overwhelming sense of dread filled the air, the room still and silent. A distant voice in my head protested every thought that came into my mind and so I stood there, entirely mute until, they froze. At that moment, my head acknowledged my urge to see who stood beyond and well, you probably guessed it, it was no one, not a soul, the only thing remaining being the never-ending hallway leading downstairs.

After reluctantly jotting it up to stress and my mind playing tricks on me I headed to bed, that was one of the most regretful decisions of my life. Those nightmares, flashes of lights, visions of dead relatives, even myself. But that sound, god that fucking sound, an ear-piercing low yet high pitched moan, it filled my ears, my head, it was unbearable. I started to sense wetness on my arms and legs, it was, blood, my skin seemed to peel back, splitting at the seams slowly transitioning from my body to a foundationless heap of flesh on the ground. I could not move nor speak, all I could do is merely watch as finally, my face ripped. What used to be covered by the surface of skin began to boil, a horrendous sensation of what felt like I was being showered with acid, corrosive liquid digging through me, seeping through every crevice, melting bone and destroying everything within reach. With all of this, paralyzed I remained.

I have never sat up so fast in my life, I basically fell out of my bed before sprinting to the nearest mirror.  I was trickling with sweat and shaking like a mad man, I wasn't sure what to make of everything I just witnessed, but at least I still had my skin. I stared into the mirror for a long while, my skin didn't feel like my own and my body felt hollow, simply a shell for a perpetual void of endless capacity. Continuing my morning I reached work and I could feel myself remaining on edge, I felt like I was being watched from every possible direction and I hated it. Paranoia inflamed my thorax like a matchstick and I could barely take it, I searched my desk for anything to distract myself but when I looked down, I was holding the letter. I began to feel dizzy and fell. My body slammed onto the carpet and groups of muffled voices surrounded me, I looked around dazed, confused and before I could even think, I lost my consciousness.

When I woke up I was in the Medical Room of where I work and after about 30 minutes of a back and forth with the Nurse, I was sent home for the day and told to take it easy. I accepted defeat and took a slow drive home, I don't know what it was, but something didn't feel right at all when I opened my front door, everything was in place, but something just felt off. That night I lay there, unable to sleep, deep in my own thoughts about the past few days, I was soon dragged out of my head by an ungodly scream of a man, it bounced off of every wall and rang throughout the house, I sat in fear, that fear then became terror when I heard footsteps from my staircase. They were wet, hard footsteps and they were coming my way, very, very slowly. I began to hear moaning outside of my door, a groan of a person who was in an inconceivable state of mind. It kept going and going, what was once a moan was now an agonizing scream, it began banging on the door with more strength than a bull and eventually, the door opened.

The door opened slowly with a sound that I cannot describe and then it was quiet once more, I looked around and just before my eyes reached the left corner of my room, I froze. In the corner of my room stood a tall black figure, a shadow, with big red eyes, it's neck twisted and torn in unimaginable ways. It started twitching and soon it was approaching me, fast, but when I looked, it vanished. Just like that, it was gone, whatever demon stood before me was exactly what Darryn described word for word.

The air fell cold, far colder than anything I had felt before, whispers from every direction filled my head with excruciating pain and that's when I saw him, or, them. Darryn, Fergus and Bubbles stood at the bottom of my bed, they stared at me with blank faces, emotionless entirely. They all resembled the same friends I had grown up with, but their eyes, they had no goddamn eyes, there was nothing inside, an endless tunnel of sin and misery. I wanted to call out to them but before I could even get a word out, their mouths began to move, fast, jumbled, the only catch, no sound came out. The room remained silent as Bubbles jaw cracked, skin tearing, Fergus had a sick smile on his face, an ear to ear grin, blood dripped from his toothless mouth, but Darryn? Darryn stood there motionless, crying tears of blood, they trickled down his face and onto the floor.

Darryn spoke, this time with an audible yet sickening tone. He said but one word.

"Branch"

He smiled at me and then all 3 of them looked in different directions around me. During all of this, I failed to realise, I was completely surrounded, my peripheral vision filled with the same red eyes I knew so well. I was being closed in on, no matter where I looked, only one would vanish, then reappear when I looked at another, they were playing with me all along, toying with my fear. I started to panic and tried to get away with every bit of strength in me, but it was no use, they grabbed me and slammed me down onto my bed with my head on its side, I could see them staring down at me, dozens of them with their sick fucking eyes.

They had no facial features besides their eyes yet they exhaled an awful sound of a dying animal. This went on for what I perceived as an eternity before it finally happened, I watched in horror as one of them held my head still and another brought what appeared to be 2 fingers over my eyes and pressed in on them. A pressure unlike any other permeated my eye sockets, I felt as my eyeballs turned to mush in my own head, blood rushing to the now exposed holes in my skull, I screamed in pain that I cannot describe, I just kept screaming, the remains of my eyes dripping from my skull in a thick mushy mess, the entities let me go but I knew for a fact that those fuckers were still there, smiling.

I could sense a hand over my stomach, it was rubbing it, I hated it.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed, lashing out, I tried to kick or punch any of them, but no contact was made. I felt another wave of agony as my stomach was cut, a sharp, never-ending feeling of nausea came over me and I vomited, all of my limbs were being cut now and then it all came to an end when what felt like a sledgehammer thrashed through my belly.

A thick coppery liquid filled my mouth, I knew what it was, I was no alien to blood. I could feel all of their eyes on me, many, many more than before, a gentle cold slowly came over me as crimson fluid entered my lungs pumping them full. I thought about Darryn, Bubbles, Fergus and all of my fallen comrades, the pain they had gone through was now my own. tears slipped down my blood-soaked face and into my mouth, I knew this was the end, I'm coming my friends.

[1d-sexualdesires]

Prt. 2 Based off of: You can't ask me to do that

So the deal was on and Y/N was nervous and excited for their first whatever it would be. Everything was continuing as normal, but now every time they looked at each other there would be a moment of tension and then they'd look away, it was unprecedented for Y/N to put herself in this kind of situation, but she asked for it and now here she was. It was a Friday night and their friend group had made plans to go out dancing- something Y/N or Harry weren't very good at- and drinking. So Y/N griped about it all afternoon until Sophie just accepted it and told her to stay home if she would be whining all night, which was excellent. Then Harry told Niall that he had a paper due at midnight and he still needed a few pages. This was partially true, he just needed to write the conclusion, which would take about fifteen minutes, but Niall and Louis didn't need all that information. Y/N was already anxious because he would be coming over around 9 and she had showered 3 times that day (showers help her relax) and since she was still jittery she opted for a bath and some champagne. Just as she was pouring herself a delicate looking flute her phone rang beside her, causing her to spill and knock the glass over onto the ground. "Shit!" She squealed, and answered the call as she muttered nonsense, "Damn it, fuck... Hello?" She mumbled, too busy trying to not step on any shards since she was barefoot. "Are you alright?" Harry asked mid chuckle. "Yes, yes... it's just that my phone startled me and I missed while I poured the champagne and then knocked the glass onto the ground and it's a right mess." She explained and he smiled, she was absolutely adorable, he just laughed a bit and she frowned. "S'not funny, H." "It is, though. You're always getting yourself into these... odd predicaments at odd times and it's quite adorable and amusing." He confessed. It was easier to say when he wasn't in her face. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." She griped and he chuckled again. "Anyway, did you get out of club night?" He asked. "Of course! But I always get out of it." She elaborated and he chuckled again. "That is true... well I'm just wrapping this essay up and I'll head over." "Sounds good." She affirmed and there was a pause and she bit her lip before speaking again. "Harry, I'm so nervous... look, if I faint-" "Oh my god, Y/N stop being a drama queen, you won't faint. Maybe after what I do to you..." he muttered quietly. "What did you say?" "Nothing, said you'll be fine, don't worry just ease up a bit, I'll be there soon." "Okay, bye." "bye." - - - Y/N was an even bigger wreck... 10 minutes into her bath she could no longer soak. The damn bath bomb wasn't even dissolved all the way when she pulled the plug on the drain and lit all her candles to make it smell extra nice. She decided that she should be comfy, but presentable... so she put on decent undies (because she didn't want him to think that she was trying too hard) and some cute floral pajama shorts and a v-neck that was a hint risky (Once worn in it revealed the little bow at the center of her bra). She felt comfy and clean and then her stomach growled. She was a wreck. Meanwhile, Harry quickly finished his assignment and then hopped in the shower. The mere idea of experiencing Y/N in the way he was about to had him hard and achey, but he had to ignore it and put it off for a few hours... besides he wasn't sure what exactly would happen today... he just knew he had to kiss her and hold her hands, and feel enveloped in her. Soon enough his hair was fixed a bit, and his sweats hung low in his hips, his sweater zipped midway, and some sneakers on his feet. He decided he would use cologne to remind her that it was indeed him she was with, then he headed to his car. When Y/N heard the knocks on her door she panicked and then hurried over and let Harry in. "Hey, ummmm, so I was thinking we can watch a film and ease into it?" Y/N suggested and he nodded. "Yeah, that's alright. What are e watching?" He inquired as he let himself fall into the couch. "You can pick something." She said tossing him the remote, "Do you want something to drink?" She asked. "Water's good." "Okay, I'll be back." She said before scurrying off to her tiny kitchen. Of course he had a glance, her legs looked smooth and that shirt was a smidge risky, he just situated himself and pushed away the mind frame of the horny teenager that seemed to reside in him and picked a film. When she returned she sat beside him and he started the film, the lights were dimmed now and he just wanted to kiss her. He had been waiting so long. Y/N on the other hand was shaking, her head seemed too heavy and the smell of his cologne wasn't helping that feeling. She really was anxious... the film was 40 minutes in and he had scooched closer, but her heart was beating erratically still and she honestly felt that she was going to pass out. She shifted towards him and he turned to her, eyes saying, 'what is it?'. She looked so worried and nervous, her eyes were confused and her lips nearly in a frown, fingers shaking as they tangled with each other and then she took a big breath. "Harry, if I fain-" "Y/N..." he chuckled, taking her face in his hands, "You're not going to faint." He said quietly, eyes boring into hers. "Promise?" She whispered, eyes gazing down to his pink, plump lips, then back into his eyes. Something about his touch had her completely enraptured. "I promise." He uttered lowly, allowing his thumb to run up her jaw. Her skin was as soft as he imagined, and her eyes fluttered closed, things were flowing. "Hey, look at me." He implored and she nodded, her eyes flitting open lazily. He was lost... she was breathtaking and everything he'd ever wanted. He wanted to say it, but it would ruin everything... but he didn't have to actually say it. His eyes bore into hers and then he glanced down at her lips. So supple and pink, just waiting to be kissed. So he leaned down and just hovered for a moment, this was about to happen. He could feel her warm puffs of air just halt for a second and he had waited enough. He just leaned in the full way and pressed his lips to hers. One, two, and three short kisses were given before he pulled her onto his lap, their breathing ragged as her hand slid around his neck and pulled him towards her mouth. Her bottom lip was tucked between his and he felt as if he was in heaven. Every hair on his body stood and he felt his whole upper body flame up, his hands holding on to her waist before sliding down to her hips. Y/N was reeling, her heart was hammering in her chest with his lips on hers. He suddenly bit down on her bottom lip and she moaned, fingers digging into the curls at the nape of his neck and she grinned. "Like it when I do that?" He rasped out and she nodded before he connected their lips once more. He took his teeth to her lip gently and after a good nibble he let his tongue run along it, which made her freeze for a moment parting her lips a little to allow him entrance. The kiss deepened and she had never felt so close to a person. It was like they were in this space together; a space where all worries and fears were gone. Everything was good and she felt like she was on the clouds, she felt safe and secure in his arms. She had never felt that before. "Show me what you know." He said and she nodded, kissing him a few more times before grinding her hips down into his lap, causing him to groan. The friction was incredible and sunk down on the couch, allowing her better access and she didn't let up until he was nice and hard for her. Y/N was nervous to say the least. She was worried if what would come of this moment, she wanted to do well. She tugged at the pant's drawstring with uncertainty before tugging the material down. She let her hand squeeze at him over his boxers and her eyes grew wide because he had a big prick... yet again her last time touching a prick was when she was a teen. She calmed herself mentally for just a moment before tugging at his boxers making him push them down a bit, just until his cock could be free for the material. "You 'ave a big prick, Harry... why didn't you tell me?" She whined softly. He was a bit lost because she was holding it in her hand now and his teenage boy side was overcoming him right about now. He let his head fall back, as if this would help him retrieve an answer. "Why would I brag about my cock size?" He half laughed and she shrugged, trying to ward off a giggle. It was quite nice, she thought, as she let her hand stroke it a bit. She looked to his hands and could see them burying into the couch when her thumb would rub at the tip and so she did it once more and elicited the same reaction, so she added it in more often, watching him groan and wriggle about gave her confidence to dip down and lick at the head when a bead of precome threatened to run down from his tip and down his thick length. "Oh fuck." He muttered and she wanted to hear it again. It did something to her, it awakened a part of her she hadn't visited in so long. So with this newfound confidence she sank to her knees at the edge of the couch and took his tip between her plushy lips. Harry's lips parted in shock at the warmth and wetness of her mouth, but then her tongue started working on his tip and she started sucking and holy fuck... he wanted to come. Y/N sank a bit lower, one hand stroking at his base, the other holding on to his thigh. She loved the way he was trying so hard not to fuck into her mouth and refraining from doing more... she could tell he was. On the other hand he was working up the courage to open his eyes and see exactly what was going on. He knew that this would not last five more minutes. Her lips felt too good, her tongue was too smooth, and the little huffs of air coming from her nose and tingling his lower tummy were driving him wild. He decided to just look, so he looked down with lidded eyes and cursed at the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips. But right then her hand moved from his cock and pressed to his balls where she squeezed a bit and he moaned her name shamelessly. "Y/N... just like that baby." So she picked up her pace and massaged at his balls until his back arched up. "I'm gonna come, fuck..." he mumbled breathlessly and she went back to stroking at him as she sucked his cock as much as she could until he tugged at her hair in an effort to get her off, but she didn't let up and sucked until he groaned loudly and she felt his come spurting onto her tongue. She swallowed it all and sucked at him gently until he rode it out. His thumb grazing at her cheek to get her up, and her eyes fluttered open to see him all disheveled, cheeks tinged red and he just pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers. She was perfect. After a few moments he pulled back, catching his breath, their foreheads pressed together. "You're great... swear it." He whispered and she pressed her face into his neck, hiding her blush. "Thanks." She barely whispered and he chuckled. "Now tell me... has anyone ever made you come?" He asked quite blatantly and he felt her stop breathing for a moment. "Not really... but like now?" She asked, her words tickling his neck. "Mhmm, there's no better time. You don't have to undress, I can just work at it from your under knickers." He explained, and she bit her lip. She did want to feel good... "What do y'think?" He asked once more and she nodded into his neck. "Turn around for me. Face away from me." He elaborated and she nodded, situation herself on his lap and had her place her legs on the outside of his. Her heart was beating wildly, she was so anxious, but she wanted this so badly. She let out a shaky breath as his lips pressed to her neck and she let her head roll back onto his shoulder. "Just enjoy it, don't think about it." He said and she nodded as his hand slid down from her waist and to the seem of her shorts. She tried to clear her mind, but she was so distracted from his lips on her neck and his hand tickling her skin snd when he finally got the seem of her shorts she flinched and he hummed against her ear. "S'just me. S'Harry." He reminded snd she loosened up, letting her hands rest against the couch cushion. And so he let his hand slip under her shorts and he ran his fingers along the band of her knickers before speaking once more. "M'gonna do it now, okay?" He asked and she nodded. She was so tense the whole time his fingers wriggled doe the front of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating off of her. How had she been surviving for this long. He cupped her for a moment and she gasped when he did so, tensing up, but as he just held his hand there he started rubbing slowly, his fingers gradually sinking through her slit and feeling how wet she really was. "You're so wet." He mumbled and she moaned when he just let his fingers dip at her entrance to collect her wetness and he dragged them up to her clit when he rubbed tentatively. After a few strokes she tried to close her legs, but his own held them apart and she wriggled around, little whimpers leaving her lips as he rubbed faster. "S'good, really good." She managed and he grinned. "What do you feel?" He asked and she sighed breathily. "Tingles... just feels so nice." She whimpered. "Focus on that good feeling, Y/N, let it consume you." He whispered to her and she shuttered, before he started rubbing with a little more force and then she gasped. She was even more wet and he wanted to get a taste of her, but that would have to wait. "Oh my- Harry." She squeaked, her legs attempting to close around his hand, but this only made him rub quicker, her back arching from his chest and hand flying back to catch in his hair. "Fuck, I think- oh fuck." She moaned as his free hand pressed her to his body and the her legs trembled as her high hit her, but he didn't let up. He slowed down and let her ride through it, her moans were music to his ears and when she calmed he began rubbing quickly again, and her hand shot down to try and stop his but her grip was weak and she gasped, her movements halting. "Harry." She whimpered into his neck as he felt her coming again, his fingers sticky with it and after that one he did stop. Slowly, but surely he did and she was like mush in his arms, legs twitching a bit and breathing altered. He wiped his fingers on his jeans and moved her to her side, and he lay behind her holding her close as she let it sink in, he just let her ride that lovely cloud for as long as she could. And when her breathing final evened out she intertwined her fingers with his, causing his heart to do flips in his chest. That was the best part of the night, besides getting to kiss her, he thinks. "Thank you so much... that was... wow." She whispered. "I know. It was for me too." He assured her softly. His hands was running up and down her side, easing her. "Can't wait for the next one." She said and he smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. - - - "So what'd you two do over the weekend?" Niall asked as he walked in on the two on the couch watching Sherlock. They ad decided that s sleepover at his would be nice after their little activities because he has the comfiest bed, Y/N wouldn't miss the chance. But Y/N's face grew red and she turned around, choking on whatever was in her mouth at the mouth. "We were just studying, you know? Homework and stuff." Harry said quickly and Niall eyed them suspiciously as Y/N recovered. "Okay..." he mumbled before heading back into his room and Y/N looked to Harry with relief. "S'okay, I would never tell Niall." Harry said and she smiled softly. "You're safe with me."