#i hope Hermie and Normal keep holding hands

[nat-without-a-g]

Guys I think I’m going to be hyperfixating on Dungeons and Daddies for like the next month.

[apricior]

Thinking abt,,, boys kissing,,, For the kiss asks, mayhaps an Oakworthy with 20, pretty please? Also, hope you're having a lovely day, Kai 🧡🧡🧡

“Does it still hurt?” Normal says, tracing the outline of his burn scar. The touch is so careful and gentle, barely a noticeable caress, that it makes Hermie shiver.

“Not anymore,” he responds after a few seconds. “It feels… strange. I can tell it’s different from the rest of my skin, but it doesn’t hurt.” Normal’s fingers keep going up and down his face, and then they lower down his neck and to his shoulder, where they halt.

“Can you feel it if I do this?” Normal leans forward and places a kiss on his cheek, and Hermie feels his whole face burning, half with embarrassment, half with excitement. There is something about Normal that just feels… healing. Almost magical. He is pretty sure that even holding his hand could cure him on a particularly bad day.

So he does just that, intertwines their fingers and says: “I do, but this feels better.” And, as gently as he can, he cups Normal’s cheek with his free hand and pulls him into a kiss.

_________

the boys are in LOVE!!! <33

[kiss prompts]

[biirbi]

Dndads season 2 expectations :3

Frankly I do not really know how tumblr works; just posting this to keep track of it! I just finished season 1 of dungeons and daddies a bit ago and am starting the next one soon! Here are my current thoughts/expectations:

ummummmm honestly I have no clue what's going to happen in S2- I know the premise is the doodler has returned, but besides them trying to defeat it probably, no idea. I'm excited to hopefullyy see some of my favorite s1 characters again (I am pretty much exclusively talking about Erin and Scam)! If willy shows up again im going to leave. forever. he doesn't get to be an antag for two seasons.

AND ALSO IM GONNA BE. VERY UPSET IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE STAMPLERS. I know scary isn't a stampler technically but I'll still refer to them all as that. but I care them so hard im gonna be so mad. all in all I just want the stamplers to be ok. and scam and erin. Also speaking of erin I hope vince dies she deserves someone with more dimensions (me)

The kids as dads!:

Honestly, I love all the kids- I cannot see them being that bad of parents (but apparently I'll find out soon!)

Adulthood clearly fucks them up SOMEHOW bc idk how they could be so awful but Sparrow (My favorite kid as of now :3) would probably just be. kinda like henry but I still think different? Like Henry is probably more protective than I imagine sparrow would be; aloof (p.s. I had a different idea of what aloof meant but I can't think of a different word so. oh well just use your imagination LMFAO) though he still is very loving! And does his best to sprinkle in life lessons even if they're not. that great. Like I'd think the worst he could fuck up his kid is not really teach him any particularly valuable life skills

Terry Jr! I love him, I'm very glad he and Ron are doing well as of now. I think he's a great kid that would make a great step-dad, especially considering the fact he knows what it's like to 1: lose his dad and 2: have an emotionally distant step-father. You'd THINK he wouldn't want a kid to also go through that but who knows I guess.

I love Grant too, and I know I've said this for all of them but honestly I have no clue what tf they do to him to possibly get him to be that bad of a dad. He was definitely traumatized by murdering that thing so I get him maybe like being emotionally distant. and like overbearing at the same time. but I wouldn't really call that being a poor parent,,,

Nicky uhhh. He confuses me I don't really know what he's like anymore since he was Glenn's kid. then Jodie's. now kinda both so honestly I've no real idea of what he's gonna be like but I still can't see him being that bad.

AND THAT REMINDS ME if hermie is presumably a grandkid of one of the preexisting s1 characters I can not figure out WHO tf might be the one that fucked him up that bad. I don't really know anything about him but it's soo obvious that he is Not gonna have a Good Time. I don't even know if he's a normal guy (normal hehe) or from the forgotten realms or>?????

Characters I'll probably get attached to

Honestly, as far as I can tell abt hermie (which I'm not really supposed to know about yet but whatever) he does seem like a character I will get attached to. And hopefully not empathize with cause that won't help. He just looks like he's designed to hold SO much trauma.

*slaps roof of hermie*

This baby can hold so much trauma in it.

I don't really have any clue abt him but. I can tell it probably won't go well for him! Also he kinda? ?? looks like an antag but also doesn't? Idk maybe an antag because of a forced hand, or more along the lines of an anti-hero? I've no idea.

Scary! She seems likeable in an. unlikeable edgy way. She's played by Beth so it can't be that hard to like her (Which I recently met someone who DOESN'T like beth!? He just hates to see a funny woman...), plus I'm a sucker for edgy emo characters. She's not actually related to ron but yknow terry's her step-dad and that's close enough.

Honestly I don't particularly take to very chipper and upbeat characters (which I'm just assuming Normal is, I could be wrong), so no clue if I'll like him. I at least probably won't dislike him as long as he's not annoying abt it.

And I have no clue what Taylor's gonna be like so really I can't say anything. He's kinda sorta related to Glenn? kinda????? and I didn't like Glenn very much at first, he did grow on me a little but idk- we'll see

I totally forgot to put lincoln in here. idk ANYTHING about him so uhh we'll see!

ermm I think I had something else to say but I forgot- I'm going to start dedicating the next 10 days while I'm by myself to probably binging all of s2. Uhhhh wish me luck!

[justablah56]

gothweebcleats anon here with some headcanons

scary and linc are both dyslexic. scary likes poetry because it often takes time to parse and understand anyways and sometimes the lines are shorter and clearer

taylor ran track before he started using a cane. i’m thinking either sports injury OR chronic illness manifesting in his bones at 14. this is how he is so popular (either this or marching band 🤔 maybe track then he switched to band?)

normal noticed what was going on with These Three wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy before any of Them noticed. he tried to shout it from the rooftops but all three of them have demand avoidance so it just made the wait longer

linc does not track how much he works out. scary does. scary spots linc when he starts lifting and helps them learn strength training (i’m hashtag projecting here someone be the scary to my linc). linc starts strength training for 1. better soccer 2. Buff. taylor eventually joins bc ftm moment

hermie’s crush on scary DIED as soon as he saw her give a dead bug to taylor as a “courting” (idk what else to call it yk when ur in the “we know we like each other but i’m not gonna say it first” phase w ur frenemy) gift

thank u for letting me raid ur inbox i think of these fools more now and my life is better for it o7 i hope u have a wonderful day buddy

oh these are absolutely DELIGHTFUL thank you !!! okay but the funny thing is my friend cookies has mentioned to me their dyslexic Taylor hc so they're just all dyslexic now , thanks for coming to my Ted talk .

also im officially adopting Taylor in band right this moment I love that , he is some sort of brass player in my heart but idk enough abt brass instruments to have an actual opinion . could also see him in percussion tho . but hhnnhggg him being in track or smthin before and that's why he's popular ! so important to me !

okay and normal noticing and immediately being like hEY YOU LIKE EACH OTHER and immediately all of them NUH UH >:[ and then they take even longer to actually work their shit out bcs Someone Said It So Now We Won't . Fuck You .

them working out together !! and scary probably keeping track for both of them bcs both of them simply cannot keep track of anything while they're doing it sndndm

SCARY GIVING TAYLOR A DEAD BUG !!!!!! LITERALLY SO REAL !!!!! just very vividly imagined her coming up to him looking all grumpy and like she doesn't want to be there , not saying anything , and Taylor's just sitting there like what ? she holds out her hand so he holds out his and she just . drops a dead beetle into his hands before immediately turning around and storming off nsnsnsn Taylor absolutely found smthin to pin it up in and so he just has a single beetle with its own little frame on his wall . the frame is way too fucking big considering the size of the beetle .

my guy I am SO glad to have you talking about The Guys in my inbox , bcs I am now *also* thinking abt them more and it's lovely <33 hope you also have a good day anon !!!

[omgbigfluffwriting]

Harry Potter and The Wrong Potion

Chapter 2:

26 weeks

Hermione was shocked. Lately, Draco had been *almost* courteous to her, dropping ‘Mudblood’ for her given name. She wondered if Spencer had anything to do with that. “You okay, Hermione?” Draco asked.

“Not that I'm complaining, but what happened to ‘Mudblood’?” Hermione asked. Draco flushed.

“Dobby gave me a lecture a few weeks ago about being nicer to the mother of my children. I can't believe I was lectured by a house elf!” Draco groaned. Hermione laughed. She couldn't believe Dobby lectured Draco either. “Do you think Potter put him up to it?”

“I don't think so but I won't put it past Harry or my brother.” Hermione admitted.

---

Spencer stroked his girlfriend’s rounded belly. “I know Draco ‘spiked’ the Wiggenweld potion,” he said. His own was nestled against her back. “He seems to have an issue with Hermione and I.”

“He never had brains to the extent of yours and Mione’s.” Y/N mumbled. Spencer chuckled. “Second year, she managed to brew a polyjuice potion. I only found out because I went looking for her on McGonagall's request. She should have been in Ravenclaw.”

“Maybe,” he replied. “Next time, I'm not doing this again.” It was her turn to chuckle.

“We’ll see. We may not want any more kids beyond these two.” Spencer smirked as he caressed her swollen belly.

“I probably could convince you to have more.” He mumbled. She laughed as he tickled her.

---

“Hermione, I can't get rid of them...” Draco sobbed. “And the Dark Lord...” Hermione knew what Draco left unsaid. Voldemort would not allow Draco to carry her children to term. “You’re the most gifted witch in our year... there's got to be something you can do.” Hermione blinked. Was Draco Malfoy asking for her help?

“Malfoy, are you really asking me for help?” Draco fervently nodded. “What would you do to save our children?”

“Bloody anything, Granger!” he snapped. 

“Even marry filthy little ol’ me?” Hermione jokingly asked. Draco knelt.

“Even that.” he confirmed. Hermione gasped. “Father and Mother will be furious anyway but I don't care. I want all four of our children together...”

Hermione absentmindedly rubbed her abdomen, then took out her wand. “Graviditate evanescet.” she said. Draco gasped as his figure returned to normal and Hermione used her wand on her belly, adding, “infans graviditate augere.” Her belly swelled  to the natural size of one who was pregnant with quads. She almost lost her balance but Draco caught her.

“Thank you Granger!” he declared as he lifted her up, twirled her around and kissed her on the cheek, setting her down. “Keep them safe.” 

“I will... And Malfoy?” he looked down at her. “Keep yourself safe.” he nodded and took off.

Spencer came in, staring at Malfoy who was now back to normal. Then he looked at Hermione and stared. “Did Malfoy have an abortion?” He asked. Hermione glared at her brother.

“No, I'm now pregnant with his quads.” Hermione quietly snapped. She felt irritable with her increased girth. “I transferred the triplets to me, Spencer.”

“You did?" Hermione nodded.

“I think it’s safer if Voldemort thinks he had a miscarriage.” Hermione answered as she placed her hand on her belly.

---

Malfoy returned to Hermione reading. “Hey how are you feeling?” he asked solicitously.

“Sore.” she admitted as he sat down next to her “Do you...” Draco shook his head.

“They’re better off with you than me right now. Besides...” he took her hand. “I think I like you pregnant.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Hermione, I meant it when I said you were the brightest witch in our year... I'm also aware that I'm starting to sound like Potter and Weasley in some aspects... not that I'm happy or proud of it.” Hermione snorted.

“Ron and Harry haven't called me mudblood.” Hermione offered. “I also haven't felt the need to punch either of their noses.” Draco gave a self-deprecating laugh.

“Good, we can keep things diplomatic and civilized,”  he said.

“What's your point, Malfoy?” Hermione asked.

“I didn't want to get mushy but...” Draco paused, thinking. Should he admit he was in love with Hermione? Some part of him had been trying to deny the fact that he’d been in love with her since the day she’d punched him in the nose.

“Hold that thought, one of our children is intent on using my bladder as a trampoline.” Hermione replied with a small smile as she got up.

Draco shot her belly an annoyed look. Here he was trying to confess to their mother that he was in love with her and his children decided to interrupt. Well, this gave him time to think. Would it be best to just blurt it out, like Potter and Weasley would do or to just...show her?

Before he had decided on how he was to do it, Lucius Malfoy appeared. “I heard that Granger is having my grandchildren?!” Draco's father barked.

“Don’t worry Father, that mudblood and her bastard whelps will be finished off within a day or two. I know how to honor the Malfoy name.” Draco replied, acting the dutiful son but secretly shaking with fear and anger inside. However, Hermione - his dear, darling Hermione - had heard everything.

“Good. Those brats will sully our name and standing with the Dark Lord. May I ask how she got that way?” Draco closed his eyes briefly as he hoped Hermione could forgive him. “You didn't have sex with her, did you?” his father asked as he slapped him

Draco scoffed. His eyes were pure rage while he stared at his blurred reflection on the floor. He closed his eyes again while swallowing all that wrath inside his chest. “Father... Do you really believe that I’m truly capable of feeling any desire for that filthy whore? Not even if I wished to do that only for the fun to ruin her, I'd never risk the exact chance of what is happening, to mingle our pure family blood with that mudblood and generate such abomination.”

Hermione felt her heart sinking inside her chest as if part of her soul was being ripped out. She felt the heavy air surrounding her while she was blinded by tears that couldn't stop welling from her eyes. There was not one inch of movement inside her from the babies which made her worry about their overhearing Draco's words.

“Thank Slytherin I was wrong, then.” Lucius shot back. He turned to leave, adding, “Take care of it, or I will and you will be next after them.” As soon as the portrait slammed shut, Draco heard footsteps running away.

"Shit... Hermione, wait!" He shouted as soon as he realized she overheard everything. 

“That’s it, I'm leaving Hogwarts tonight, taking them far away from your evil influence. I don't want them to know you, and I'll do all in my power to stop them from ever meeting you. ” Draco paled. "And!" she said in a way to not only punch him in the stomach but also stab him in the chest. "Guess what? Your and your father's worst nightmare is about to happen. I indeed will stain your cursed family's name with these children and I'll raise them as I was raised. Among muggles, like me and my family!" She emphasized with tears of rage sprinkling from her eyes, her face red as her blood was boiling inside her veins for how she felt betrayed and stupid about believing him, and worst, falling in love with him, although she won't admit that even to herself. "We will vanish, disappear and you will never ever find us."

Draco paled. He had fucked up royally. “Can’t you see that I did that for you and our children? You don’t know me at all, you still think I'm an awful person. I've changed Hermione. I want you and our children!” He tried to argue desperately, losing all his words with the growing panic of losing the love of his life and the fruits of it. 

"Do you really believe you can fool me again, at all?! How dare you?! It's insulting! Or haven't you learned what your bloody mouth had said earlier today that I'm the most smart and intelligent of our year, but to be sincere everyone knows it! How stupid are you to believe I'm the one who can be fooled? You're fooling yourself. If I ever seemed to believe you could change, it is because I was trying for the sake of the children, to find something good in you for them. It was an attempt to give you a chance. But I always knew the truth. Well that and of course, the hormones. Probably it was the good from me in my children that made them want me to find something worthy in you to justify the part of you in them."

“Her...” he tried.

"Sure, act as the coward you always were. Going out in the right way. You don't even have the balls to face your deeds! Easy to in the end, let your father take the blame for your death, because you can't do it yourself! That's so typical of you, right? How could I expect anything different?!" By that time she was yelling out of her lungs. 

The truth is, she was desperate, for many obvious reasons but the worst, she was furious because somehow, deep down, she indeed would care if he died and how dared he blackmail her like that?

“Hermi...” He tried again.

"Go ahead and do it! That will be just the cherry on the top of this cake! Then I can tell your children that you never really cared at all about them! Not even to fucking act as the least regular villain and chase them down till the end of the world, just to maybe turn them to your stupid dark side. You can't even do that?" She stopped. 

She was trying, she really was, after all the hits, he should react. Shouldn't he? But she was starting to feel totally hopeless while her voice was toning down. Suddenly she feels dizzy and her hand tries to find a tree in time so she can hold herself on it. She was about to faint. Draco stopped, stomped up to and kissed her.

Hermione was already feeling breathless and with the kiss she felt like all the air was drained from her.  She kissed back for a few seconds before she realized what was going on. She then opened her eyes wide and pushed him away a bit in a try to understand what was happening and catch some oxygen. "What are you doing?" She speaks almost voiceless.

“I was trying to tell you earlier that I love you when our children and my father so rudely interrupted me. What I told him was not the truth. The truth is that I am so madly, no, deeply in love with you, Hermione Granger.”

She felt her eyes burning. She was sure they were red. She opened her mouth a bit, stuttered, closed it. She didn't know what to say while staring at him. First because her mind was completely empty, not only for the dizziness she felt like fainting or all the recent overwhelming occurrences since the troublesome potion was altered and by who, but now it was all centered on the words he, Draco Malfoy - and how many times she repeated his name now in her head to make it at least tangible to her understanding - himself just pronounced, announced and confessed. “You…” She totally couldn't believe it, and even if she did, she shouldn't, right? But... she saw no lies in his eyes. “You cannot... Why?”

She started to lean back to the tree, trying to find a rational, logical explanation to justify the reason why he was saying that. But of course couldn't it be just the most simple answer, that in fact, he indeed just meant exactly what he said. “It's because of the children.” She suddenly realizes while saying it as a whisper and her eyes looked down on the grass. She smirks a bit. “Right.”

“No.” Draco shook his head. “I’ve been in love with you since the day you punched me in the face.” Hermione blinked and nearly screamed when she saw Lucius Malfoy standing behind Draco.

“You lied to me.” He lifted his wand but Hermione was faster.

“Expelliarmus!” she called out. Draco caught his father's wand. 

“That’s enough!” A new voice called out. It was Minerva McGonagall with Severus Snape behind her. “Malfoy, Granger, inside your common room now.” They both hurried back into the common room.

“I love you Hermione.” Draco repeated.

“I love you too Draco.” Hermione said in return. “My room or yours?”

“Why?” Draco asked.

“Call me a prude if you like, but there is no way I'm having four kids with a man I've never slept with.”

“Mine.” Draco decided.

---

Draco couldn't believe it. In exchange for half of his father's fortune, Draco was never to contact his parents again. ‘Having Hermione and our children will be worth my parents' silence...’ he thought fiercely as he held Hermione in his arms, feeling his children kick. He was lucky Hermione forgave him. Perhaps now he could enjoy being pregnant without Voldemort finding out...

“Don't even think about recreating that potion disaster.” Hermione said with a smirk.

“I was hoping if I recreated it, it would be drinkable.” Draco said simply. 

“Why?” Hermione  asked. Draco shrugged. 

There was plenty of time to tell Hermione about it. What he wanted to make was a cross between the fertility and polyjuice potions to create an insta - preggo potion.

But first, he needed to apologize to the one person besides Hermione that could help him accomplish his goal plus give him his blessing to marry Hermione.

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

You and Kozik had been married for twenty years, your daughter turned eighteen a week ago and was currently on a date with a nineteen year old boy. Your husband Kozik was pissed. He was nervous for her, he was scared she’d get her heart broken. He didn’t want to kill anyone, but he would.

You came in after a long day at work to find his pistol on the table and him in the kitchen cooking. You’re met with a sweet smile and a glass of your favorite sweet red wine. “Hey baby.” He smiles, pulling you back against him as you take a sip of your wine.

“Hey, it’s almost eleven, what are you still doing up?” You ask, as normally he was sleeping on the couch by now. You’d smile at him as you entered the living room, you always found him so peaceful.

“Making dinner, Hermione is out with that Morrow kid again.” He growls, letting go to finish cooking. Placing a platter in front of you with sliced chicken, green peppers, onions, and a side of mashed potatoes.

“Oh baby, don’t worry hunny. Don’t you remember us at that age?” You ask, smiling at him with a knowing smile. He smiles for a second, frowning.

“I sure do. And that makes it worse. I’d have shot me for the fun we had, babes.” He growls, loading his gun. With a chuckle, you pull his pistol from his hand and take it upstairs. You finished a little under half of the plate before you could barely keep your head up.

“I’m gonna head to bed, baby. Don’t be too harsh, Hemi.” You smile, pressing a warm kiss to his lips and heading back upstairs.

“Night baby!” He calls, coming up the stairs after you. He pulled off his dark, oily jeans into his oily clothes bin and crawling into the black sheets next to you, both of you in your underwear. You found so much comfort in his warm grip that in mere seconds, the circles he gently drew into your shoulders had you snoring against him. He smiled at you sleeping, kissing your forehead. “I love you so much.” He hushes, pulling you atop his chest to hold you closer and feel you breathe against his chest.

Tears filled his eyes for a second as he thought about her. His little girl. His little Harley angel. She was his light and his crazy little sidekick. She is now an adult, and the fact that he couldn’t protect her from everything scared the hell out of him. The tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks. He sniffed as quietly as he could, trying not to wake you. He loved his daughter with his whole heart, and her tears broke his whole heart. He’d do anything to keep her little forever; but he couldn’t and it was time to accept that she was going to get her heart broken. She would have to learn how to be a functioning adult and mess up sometimes.

Around midnight he heard the door open and he slid you off him, slipping into his jeans, no shirt, pistol tucked away. You watched him pad out of the room, looking sexy as hell. Once he was out of sight, you jump out of bed and grab your closest item, a tee shirt of his and a pair of shorts, padding down the stairs behind your husband.

“Hermione get up to your room. I wanna talk to the Morrow boy.” He orders, his deep voice booming through the quiet kitchen. You sneak around the corner to find the pistol laid on the table, Kozik’s arms crossed over his chest. You took a moment to soak him in, still masculine as the day you met, still strong, but still sweet. With a gentle hand to his back, you hear him sigh. Hermione watches with a little smile. She wanted what her parents have. They were her role models, the strength between them and the love that held them together, even when they fought. She found it with Keaton Morrow. She was totally in love with him. He even wanted to marry her, and she wanted to marry him.

“Daddy! Momma tell him that Keaton means well! He loves me momma! Tell daddy—“

“Christ Hermie! Shut up! Quit screeching! You’re dad hasn’t shot him yet, even after we both said eleven-thirty. And sneaking him into our house, good try darling. I learned all the tricks sneaking your dad into our house. Your grandpa shot him in the leg once. You’re lucky your dad’s nicer than pops.” You snip, pointing a finger at her. Her head hung low as she toed at the wood floor.

“Go to your room. I wanna talk to Morrow.” He growls, pointing to her door.

“Christ Herman. Stop it. If you don’t remember it wasn’t only twenty years ago Pop did the same thing to you. Said you weren’t scared, but I knew you were. Baby, he hated you for the same reason. You’d never be enough for his baby, his first daughter or only daughter. But baby! Look at her! She looks at him the same way I look at you. Give him a running start. Just a chance.” You smile, cupping his face in your hands and pulling his eyes to yours.

“Damn, baby. You’re right I guess. But you listen to me buck,” he jabs a stern finger at the boy in front of him, “you hurt her, I’ll shoot ya. Same way her grandfather shot me. We clear? And when I tell you eleven thirty. I don’t mean twelve fifteen.” He growls, pointing the gun at the young man. Your hand pulls his down, pulling the gun from his hands tucking it into the waist band of his jeans.

“Come on, baby. Back to bed. I trust you to make the right decisions. Any noises from her bedroom at all, I’ll send Mister Kozik in there with the pistol. Safety off.” You assure, grabbing Kozik’s hand and pulling him up the stairs. “Hey! You little devil!” You squeal, letting him scoop you up and carry you to bed.

“I love you baby, you really still look at me like some starry-eyed teenager?” He asks, grabbing your waist and tapping the radio’s on button. Their song started and he starts swaying back and forth, eyes never leaving yours. With a sweet little smirk, he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, did my dad really shoot you?” You ask, your smile faultering a little.

“Yeah, he did.” He absolutely did. You laughed as he pulled up his sleeve to show you the scar. A small round mark where the bullet exited.

“I love you so much. Sorry I lost it. I just get so scared, you know? Like, what happens when she moves out and it’s just us again. Shit babe. What would we do?” He asks, his bright blue eyes misty with unshed tears. You give a soft chuckle, framing his square jaw with your petite hands.

“Oh my sweet love, you and I will have the house to ourselves. We could do exactly what I told them not to do.” You wink, letting him walk you backwards to the bed, falling next to you and kissing your cheeks, forehead, and nose, leaving your lips for last.

“We could do whatever we want. I dare him to try that until they’re married.” He growls, nuzzling your neck with his scruff. You giggle as ‘I’m So Into You’ by SWV comes on, jumping to your feet and swinging your hips back and forth, your golden skin peeking from under his SAMTAC tee shirt.

The next morning, you hear a light knock at the door before someone walks in. Creeping downstairs, you find your father sitting at your table.

“Hey dollface.” He whispers, patting the chair next to him. You whisk into the kitchen to make coffee before scampering over to sit next to him. Sliding the chair closer, you lean your head over on his shoulder, your curly hair falling in ringlets over his shoulder as you did.

“Hey Pop, what are you doing here already?” You ask, soaking his warm arm over your shoulder when you hear your daughter come into the kitchen. “Morning baby.” You smile, pointing to the chair across from you. With a happy, sleepy smile she leans against him on his other side.

“Hi Pop. Did you really shoot daddy in the shoulder?” She asks, giving a yawn. He chuckles, nodding in confirmation. You hear Kozik’s heavy footfalls on the stairs and you grin, standing and greeting him with a sweet kiss at the entrance of the kitchen and slipping a cup of coffee into his hands.

“Thank you, baby.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and sitting at the table across from Tig.

“Hey old man.” He chuckles, shaking his hand.

“Hey kid.” He chuckles. All of a sudden, without warning, your daughter climbs into Kozik’s lap and hugs tightly to his neck.

“I love you so much, daddy. I hope you still come visit me like Pop does when I move out.” She cries into his shoulder. He smiles, a tear slipping down his cheek as he nods.

“I promise you, you’ll be begging me to stop visiting so often, babygirl. I love you, baby. You know that?” He asks, tipping her head back brushing a blonde curl from her face. She looked so much like his gorgeous wife, big frizzy curly hair, a warm sleepy smile and sweet blue eyes.

“I know, daddy. I’m just scared to grow up. You and momma make it look so easy, ya know?” She asks, hugging tightly to him still.

“I cried last night while you were out. I was thinking the same thing you are, but I’ve spent twenty years raising you, making you a stand up adult. I’m scared of what the world is gonna do to your sweet, innocent little heart, but your mom promised me you’d be okay. I want that same thing for you, baby. I want you to know the kind of pure love I get from your mom. And if I don’t give you a chance, like Tig gave me, how will you know? I’m not sorry for pulling a gun on his sorry ass, but I’m willing to get to know him.”

“Hell, he may turn out to be a pretty stand up guy. Even if he is five years older than your daughter.” Tig huffs, scowling at the new face in their kitchen. His granddaughter’s boyfriend. “Maybe not.” Tig growls, giving the boy a daringly dark look.

“You must be mister Trager. I’m Keaton Morrow.” He sticks out a hand and firmly shakes her grandfather’s hand.

“Morrow?” Tig booms.

“Daddy, it’s okay. It’s almost as bad as a Kozik.” You giggle, patting his shoulder and sitting him back down.

“I don’t know, baby. Anyway, nice to meet you. You got any ill intentions with my granddaughter?” He demands, taking a scarily calm sip of coffee.

“No sir, I’d like to marry her someday. If you and Mister Kozik would give me your blessing?” His eyes jut between your husband and your father, both frowning into their coffee cups.

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Kozik mutters, giving her a smile and kissing her forehead.

“I’ll hide the body.” Tig snips, sipping from his cup once more.

“Thank you daddy!” She cheers, gripping his neck. “Thank you Pops!” She squeals, hugging his tightly. A ringed, weathered hand pats her back.

“And the cycle continues.” You giggle, patting your daughter’s back as she hugs you.

[tsarinastorm]

Old Wounds, New Roommates- Adam Sackler/Reader-Chapter 1

 Summary:  Adam is your new roommate and he gets on everyone of your nerves. Nevermind the fact you had a misguided hookup phase in the past. As the hostility fades and attraction grows, will Adam finally move on from his toxic exes? And will you move on from past insecurities?  

 Adam wonders how he got to this place in his life: complacent. Everyone else around him had progressed but he was stuck. Even the city went a million miles a minute, never stopping for too long in one spot. He now has a sliver of hope to move forward because he’s been working on a great indie film with an acclaimed director that was about to wrap. Since then, that same director wanted him to work on his new series project to be debuted on a streaming service. Maybe this was his chance for change, to have something more, and something different. However, Jessa certainly wasn’t helping anything either: she quit school again, and has a way of keeping everyone around her down at her level. Adam supposes that it’s his fault too, he should have never came back to her after things fell out with Hannah. But he went back to her because he didn’t have it in him to end things after she let him go back to Hannah, and ultimately it was easier than being alone.

               He had been hoping that Jessa would realize that there was nothing left in their relationship and end it on her own terms. She was still holding on, even after all these months. He had no ill-feelings towards Jessa but he knew they weren’t healthy together and brought out each other’s worst tendencies. At one point, he thought he had such deep feelings for her, but now he knows she was just a way to ignore his feelings for Hannah. Adam thought that he and Jessa had the intense connection that he once had with Hannah, or that they could have it someday. Now, he knows that he was lying to himself, and he mentally accepts that it isn’t fair to Jessa to string her along like this either.

When he and Jessa get back to his apartment after going out to buy the finishing supplies for the second bedroom he’s built. He’s finally finished it aside from paint. She sits next to him on the couch. He tries to think to think out how to end this, but she’s completely oblivious to what is going through his mind. He feels her hand sneak up his leg, and her lips are on his moments later. He pulls away before he makes another mistake. She must read his face because she moves away from him.

               “What’s wrong? Is working on that film bothering you that much?” She asks, and Adam can tell that she’s trying to keep her cool. He also knows that there’s no easy way to have this conversation.

               “It has nothing to do with the film, it has to do with us.” He says honestly, and Jessa turns to stare at him. She then nonchalantly stands up from the couch to go get something from the kitchen. She asks, “What about us?” over her shoulder from the other room. He waits until she comes back into the room before continuing.

               “We can’t keep pretending that everything is good and fine between us.” Adam tells her, and he’s nervously moving his hands around. She moves to sit next to him once again, then places one hand on his arm and the other on his face. She gently turns him to face her.

               “Adam, we are not pretending. You went back to Hannah, but then you came back to me, and you realized that what we have is a real, intense connection.” She tells him, clearly trying to convince him of what she believes. Adam has to tell her the truth, even if it’s an ugly truth.

               “Maybe we had that one time but not anymore. I shouldn’t have come back to you once I left Hannah.” Well if Jessa was relatively calm before, she was fuming now. Adam could see her face turning red, and her lower lip quivering. However, she pulls herself together enough to ask, “What are you trying to say?”

               “I’m saying that this is over. We’re over. I’m sorry but I can’t do this shit anymore. I want to progress, I want something more, and I don’t think we can do that together.” He says and runs his hand from the top of his upper lip down to his chin.

               “’This’ is real, intense, and passionate. You’ll never have this with someone else.” She says with such conviction that if he hadn’t already made up his mind, it might have convinced him. Instead, he chooses to be blunt, because she still was avoiding the point.

               “That’s the thing Jessa, I used you to escape my feelings for Hannah. And I thought I could find something close to what I had with her, with you, but I didn’t.” That definitely hits home, maybe more than he wanted it to, because Jessa jumps up off the couch with her hands flying in the air. Adam meanwhile, tugs on his hair. A bad habit he does when he’s agitated.

               “This is still fucking about Hannah! I finally made peace with her, you made peace with her, so we could be together with no guilt! I gave up my most important relationship for you! Fuck you!” She screams as she picks up a lamp to throw in his direction, it crashes against the wall, glass splattering everywhere. That’s the only confirmation Adam needs to know he’s making the right decision to end this toxic relationship. He knows he has issues too but throwing shit at each other during every disagreement just isn’t normal. Though his rationality is gone momentarily when he picks up a mug and throws it against the kitchen cabinet.

               “I know, but what we have isn’t fucking healthy, and it’s not fucking real. We’re lying to ourselves! We share the same unhealthy coping mechanisms, and good fucking, that’s it!” He shouts back, standing up himself, but he controls his anger enough this time to not throw anything, or destroy anything. He watches the reality of what he just said wash over Jessa’s face. Her posture becomes more relaxed, more resigned.

               “Well if that’s how you really feel, I’ll leave.” She says calmly this time, and she starts packing a bag. Adam simply watches her, not wanting to give in and continue the relationship, or start another fight and make things more volatile than they need to be. Once Jessa has her things packed and lined up near the door, Adam feels the need to say something.

               “I’m sorry, will you yell at me, hit me, or something.” He nearly begs, any emotion would be better than this indifferent silence she’s giving him. The disappointment and heartbreak are hanging heavy in the air of the apartment. Jessa turns to look at him before she walks through the door.

               “Thank you for telling me how you feel…I’ll still be waiting for you when you get through this.” She tells him, giving him a friendly, light pat on his bicep. He nods his head, and she’s gone.

               Adam looks around the apartment which now feels empty, and he himself feels lonelier than he has in a long time. But he also feels free, and hopeful. After all, sometimes you have to start from the bottom to really start over. And this is just the beginning.

                                                               ********

               It had been a week since the break-up with Jessa, and she had taken all of her belongings out of the apartment. Adam hadn’t painted the spare bedroom yet because he couldn’t settle on a color; he decided to wait. Today, he was heading into Hermie’s to get a cup of coffee and catch up with Ray. He was riding his bike again for the first time in a long time, and as he’s crossing the street, he collides with a woman. The woman falls on the concrete, pulls her headphones out of her ears after she catches herself and he rushes to help her up.

               “Holy shit, are you okay?” He asks and quickly assesses her to make sure she doesn’t have any obvious injuries. Adam’s not prepared for who it is. It’s Y/N, arguably his biggest regret/mistake. He had hooked up with her after Hannah rejected him, and while Jessa was still stringing him along. He ended up ghosting Y/N, standing her up and choosing Jessa. What a fucking mistake that was, he thought about this mistake every time things were difficult with Jessa, and he thought if he was with Y/N would he have went back to Hannah so easily? Last he had heard, Y/N had authored at least one bestselling novel and had been traveling the world for the past year or so.

               But now she was back, he nearly ran over her with his bike, and she was still pissed at him. Rightfully pissed at him. She stands up, gathers herself, and then turns toward him. “You should watch where the hell you’re going—“

               Y/N stops midsentence when she realizes that it’s him. She’s clearly as shocked as he is. Adam can’t help but notice that she looks better than ever. She was always hot, but now she was hot in the grown up, successful way. Her hair is a little longer and her skin looks like its glowing. Her eyes are still bright and brilliant, though there’s a harshness in them that wasn’t there before. The only thing Adam can think to say is, “Y/N? How are you? It’s been a long time since I saw you.”

               “Well, I was doing fantastic until I you almost ran me over! It has been a while, how’s your girlfriend?” She says and asks pointedly. Yeah, she’s definitely still angry with him over ditching her. And honestly, Adam can’t blame her. He wonders how much she knows about him, he met her through Ray, and he supposes that was who told her about him and Jessa.

               “We broke up.” He answers and finds himself shifting on his feet nervously. He’s gotten closure over his relationship with Hannah, ended things with Jessa, is single and ready to move on, and he runs into his biggest romantic mistake? The cliché one who got away? How was this not some kind of sign from the universe that he should have been with Y/N all along?

               “What a surprise.” She looks smug, she’s enjoying the fact that she was right. Y/N puts her phone in her bag and crosses her arms, staring him down. Adam wants to keep this conversation going, because fate had obviously sent him a gift. However, it doesn’t seem that the feeling is mutual.

               “What have you been up to? I heard you wrote a bestseller.” He asks and she’s looks surprised that he kept up with her life. Now she’s the one that shifting her body weight from one leg to the other nervously.

               “I did. Two actually. I’ve been traveling and doing promotional work but now I’m back in New York.” Y/N answers before biting her bottom lip in a way that makes Adam’s brain short-circuit. They had really connected for the short time they spent together, before he became chicken shit and chose Jessa. That was the thing about Y/N: she challenged him, would make him grow, and he would fall hopeless in love with her if they had continued. Maybe that was why he chose Jessa: they had the addict connection, killer sexual chemistry, and he knew Jessa would never challenge him in an emotional way. And getting with Jessa would hurt Hannah the most. Jesus, how had he been such a fucking idiot?

               “Maybe we could catch up some time…” He says. Y/N responds quickly and coolly.

               “Probably not. I’m really busy.” Then she walks away, and Adam’s left watching her go. He’ll have to find a way to reconnect with her on some level, even if she despises him. He wants to know what could have been and what still could be.

                                               ********

ONE YEAR AND SIX MONTHS EARLIER

               You look around the party at Hermie’s and honestly you hate most of the people here. Ray’s a friend you met while you were visiting the coffee shop. Ray had the big election party and now was a party for people he was close with to celebrate his victory. You had met the infamous Hannah long enough ago to know you couldn’t really tolerate her melodrama. You also had met Jessa long enough ago to not like her aloofness and destructive behavior. Adam, you didn’t like at first but when Ray told you about him and Hannah, you felt bad for him. So you started talking to him when you’d hang out with Ray, and you started to like him. You appreciated his honesty and no bullshit policy. It was obvious that he was far more vulnerable than he would ever admit. And you had to admit that you were very attracted to him, no matter how much your head tried to convince you that it was an inherently bad idea.

               There he was looking awkward, and slightly miserable standing in the corner. He had been talking to Jessa before she huffed away, Ray had told you that Adam had been pining over her lately, likely as a way to get back at Hannah. You approach Adam to try to make conversation.

               “What was that about?” You ask motioning towards Jessa, and take a swig of your drink. You’ll not push the topic if he doesn’t want to talk about it.

               “Bullshit. Of course.” He answers and looks around agitated when his eyes land on Hannah and whoever her new boyfriend is. Damn, this poor man needed an escape. This party was not your cup of tea either, so you come up with a better idea that may cheer him up and put you in a better mood. He needed to get fucked, totally wrecked.

               “Want to get out of here?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him seductively, and he nodded his yes before verbally answering, “Hell yes.”

               He follows you to your apartment, and as soon as you get through the door, Adam is on top of you. His hands grip your face as he presses his lips against yours. You instantly notice how soft and warm his lips are, like plush pillows. His hands however feel like fire scorching your skin. Your tongue is asking entrance in his mouth, and he grants it. Soon the two of you are devouring each other as his hands move down your neck: one to feel up your tits, and the one farther down to squeeze your ass. You can feel his hardening cock against you, and you’re already soaking. It had been a while since your last sexual encounter and you were definitely horny. You found out that Adam was very intense, focused, and sensual when he was intimate.

               The two of leave a string of clothes behind you on your way to your bedroom. Once in the doorway, he throws you over his shoulder, as if you weigh nothing, then he sits you on the bed. He’s kneeling between your legs as his fingers draw patterns on your thighs.  Your fingers rake through his hair while your other hand feels the tight muscles of his chest. Adam moves upward so his mouth is now lavishing your tits with open-mouth kisses, before taking your right nipple in his mouth. His tongue twirls over your peaks, making you moan and buck your hips. As his lips suck around your bud, his fingers find your clit, drawing circles on it. He releases your nipple with a pop, then goes to the left one. His fingers add pressure, and move faster on your clit. When you’re so close to your orgasm you can practically taste it, he removes his hand from you purposefully. You groan in frustration, and he tells you, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

               You lift him up to see his cock already weeping, and you hadn’t even really touched him yet. You get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, and lick a broad stripe up his cock. He moans in response, and his hands grip your hair. You take the head in your mouth, twirling your tongue around before beginning to bob, and your hand works his base. It’s not long before he’s groaning and thrusting into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you swallow. His hand then gently moves you from him, and this time it’s you who releases him with a pop.

               You settle farther up on the bed with your head resting your pillows, however Adam grabs the pillows and throws them off the bed. You give him a questioning look and he says, “I’m going to fuck so hard your neighbors will hear the bed hit the wall. I want to see you bounce.”

               He looks absolutely primal when he hovers over you, holding the back your thighs up, lining himself up with your slit. When he slowly sinks into you, you’re not sure which one of you is moaning more: you or him. His cock is the biggest you’ve ever taken, and you can feel him stretch you deliciously and hit spots inside you that you never even knew you had. After a few slow thrusts, he picks up the pace, thrusting into you roughly. Like he said, the bed was squeaking and then banging against the wall. Your tits were bouncing with every thrust, and his cock was dragging along your sweet spot making you groan. You think he’s getting close too because becoming more vocal and his thrusts are getting sloppier.

               “Are you a dirty slut who likes my cock?” He asks watching your tits bounce as he continues thrusting. “I love your cock.” You answer back. Apparently his dirty mouth was even dirtier while he was fucking.

“Do you want me to fuck you like a whore?” He then asks, and punctuates the question with snaps of his hips. You rock your hips back into him, meeting his thrusts and tell him, “Fuck me harder.  I’m a whore for your cock.”

               He drills into you at a brutal pace, he’s hitting at an angle that’s both hitting your clit and dragging along your g-spot. Before you can think it, he commands, “Touch yourself.”

               You follow his directions and rub vigorously on your clit. Then you’re seeing stars as the stimulation to both your clit and g-spot gives you one of the best orgasms of your life. You moan in a way that you never thought you would as your back arches, toes curl, and your pussy grips Adam’s cock.

               “Where do you want me to cum?” He asks and he could cum inside because you’re on birth control but you’re feeling filthy (in a good way) so you say, “Cum in my mouth.”

               “Agh fuck. Fuck.” He mutters as he pulls out and his lips are straddling your chest as he pumps his cock right in front of your face. You open your mouth, and stick out your tongue, waiting. Then his cum is in your mouth and as you swallow as much as you can, still some of it drips down your chin and onto your chest.

               You’re shocked when Adam comes down and takes off towards your bathroom. What the fuck? Did I take it too far? You think, then curiously you hear water running and cabinets closing. He walks back in with a wet washcloth and he wipes your face and your chest. You smile and say, “thanks.”

               “Jesus fucking Christ, pussycat. You’re something else. Hottest damn thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” He says and he cuddles up into you with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

               “Yeah? Well pussycat here needs some sleep before blowing your mind again.” You say and he moves back so he’s now spooning you. The two drift into sleep.

                                                               *********

               Adam was hanging out with Jessa again, even though she was trying to be clear about what they were. She was playing him hot and cold. She would say that she didn’t want anything but then she’d kiss him back. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, a forbidden fruit. A part of him knew that she was right when she had said they would destroy each other, but maybe he thought that was what he deserved.  He did fuck up everything in his life after all.

               “Look, Adam I don’t know why you just don’t let this go and keep things going with Y/N? Seriously, she’s hot, she’s smart, semi put together.” Jessa tells him, and he agrees with her. That’s why he already made plans with Y/N, but he doesn’t tell Jessa. It was Jessa had already told him weeks ago that he should hook up with Y/N and see where things go.

               Adam’s shocked when Jessa knocks at his door the next night claiming to have had dinner with Hannah and confesses that she wants him too. Before he knows it, he’s kissing her, and she’s kissing back. Then they’re fucking on his couch….