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xans-ex · 3 years ago

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Otherside (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Different Dimension/Alternate Universe. Heavy angst, smut, and fluff throughout multiple parts.

Word Count: 4254 words

Chapters-

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

*WARNING- Strong Language, Explicit Sex(Not in this chapter), Explicit Sex Talk/References(Not in this chapter), Violence, Talks of Violence*

This is the second part to the story :) I will include a little of the first chapter in the beginning just with how the second chapter starts, so bare with me ya'll. Also fun fact, when I write I usually find a song that overall gives me the vibes for the story, and the song that helped me write these two chapters is Sextape by Deftones :) Give it a listen-

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Jungkook watched as the figure turned back around and ran across the other room and into the room on top that he knew gave stairs to the building. He was stuck. Now here bleeding out only to be given to police. This is it.

You stared at the screen in disbelief. There was no way this was how your brother was going to end this chapter. No fuckin way. You looked around in confusion before your eyes fell on the pencil in its holder. You wondered if you should erase it. Then when your brother hopefully comes back, you can tell him that the police accidentally wiped it and then later on convince him to have a different ending. Yeah...That would work. You grabbed the pencil, the thick handle sitting comfortably between your fingers. You hit the eraser icon and as soon as the pencil tip hit the screen, you felt warmth.

Almost like you were sucked into a hot room. A sauna, but without the humidity. It was bright for only a second, and then it was dark. You blinked slowly, your head pulsing. "Ow..what the fuck..." You groaned as you rubbed your temples. Your hands started to lift you from the ground, and you paused as you felt the feeling of concrete and small pieces of rocks. You looked up, the wind blowing your hair as you looked around. You slowly stood up, your eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting from the lingering headache. You froze.

The city. How? You...You were just in your brother's room. At your parent's house. In the countryside. Did you never leave your studio apartment? But why were you on the roof? Was this whole time of visiting family only a dream? You looked around in disbelief before hearing a faint moan. You whipped your head around and saw someone laying on the ground, a pool of red under them.

"Are-Are you okay?" You asked, quickly running to them. You knelt down next to them, looking at their wounds. I-It's okay! I'm a nurse. I can help you..." You trailed off as soon as you saw his face. Jungkook. "Jungkook-" You slapped your hand over your mouth as soon as you said his name. He looked up at you, his face a twisted mix of pain and confusion. "Do I know you?" He choked out. "N-No. Um...what happened?" You asked. He scoffed. "You're a nurse. You should know..." He trailed off. He was going in and out of consciousness.

"Fuck, um...I'mma call 911." You said, reaching into your pocket and grabbing your phone. You paused when you saw you had no connection. "D-Don't call the police." Jungkook came back from consciousness, his eyes wide. "I need to get an ambulance for you, you're bleeding out." You looked at him up and down, his blood slowly pooling out as he lost more and more blood. "Please...no." He whispered. You looked around, hoping to see someone but there was none. "So do you just want to die out here?" You asked.

You didn't mean to sound mean, but he was being ridiculous at this point. "No...just...you're a nurse, can you take me to your place? I'll like...pay you or whatever to help me just please don't." He was pleaded but it all sounded like a stupid idea to you. Plus, did you even live here?

"You're fucking stupid, no! You've been shot, I have no idea what arteries might've been hit in that leg-" You panicked and Jungkook closed his eyes. He was really about to die out here. With a stupid, useless nurse. Which made it even worse.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll just die." Jungkook said. You gaped at him. "No fuckin way, come on, I'll take you to the hospital myself. Is there an urgent care near?" You asked. "You don't know? You found me." He winced as you grabbed his arm, putting it around your shoulders and slowly helped him up. "I'm um...not from around here." You murmured. Jungkook looked at you, his eyes scanning your face as you chewed at your bottom lip. "How annoying..." He grumbled. You contemplated dropping him back down and letting him bleed out, but then you realized that you'd have this man's life on your mind forever, and you don't want to deal with that trauma.

You two slowly but surely went to the open stairs of the building, making your way down. "Can we use an elevator? You're heavy..." You complained. He was practically dead weight against you, and as strong as you might think you are, a dead weight body is incredible heavy. "No fuckin way. The cops will find me that way." Jungkook was very stubborn, and he was starting to piss you off. "Fine. Then put more work in. You're fat and I can't carry you down all these stairs."

Jungkook rolled his eyes but started to carefully take some of his weight off of you, not wanting to do too much because he was still weak from losing so much blood. Eventually you two make it out the building from the side door, and stumble a couple blocks to a nearby urgent care. You sighed in relief when they took Jungkook into a stretcher and started taking care of his actively bleeding wounds as he was wheeled off. You sat in one of the chairs in the waiting room, your right side stained with his blood.

"Are you his family?" A nurse asked as she stood in front of you. You looked up at her wide eyed "Uh, oh, no. No, I'm just a nurse. I happened to find him and took him here." You combed your hair back, your bangs sticking to your forehead with sweat. "Oh? Where do you work?" Your mouth opened and closed before opening once more, thinking of how to even respond. "Um...is there a bathroom I can wash up in?" You stood, the nurse stepping back with a confused expression before nodding and pointing you in the direction of the bathroom.

You hurried into the large bathroom, locking the door behind you. You sighed, looking yourself in the mirror and gripping the sink hard, your knuckles almost turning white. "What in the ever loving fuck is going on?" You hoped your reflection would reply. Tell you this is all a dream. This is a dream. Yeah, it's a dream.

You washed your face, hands, and legs, already giving up trying to clean the blood from your pajamas when it seemed to just spread and make your skin wet and sticky. "Fuckin hell..." You sighed before leaving the bathroom and sitting back at the waiting area, away from any nurses who may walk past to avoid any further questions.

You felt like you were there for hours. You were there for hours. The sound of people crying and alerts over the intercom helped drown out the sound of your own thoughts. Your mind could beat Usain Bolt right now with how hard it was racing. You just sat quietly, cross legged at the ankles. You should leave. You kept telling yourself that, but at the same time you wanted to stay. See if he was okay. Maybe it's because you kinda pretended as if you were waiting for your brother. Hopefully not in these circumstances but to hope he was okay, might bring you some clarity. "Excuse me..." A doctor said as she walked over to you.

You silently hoped there would be no more questions. "Are you with Jeon Jungkook?" She asked. You slowly nodded. "He's fine, in stable condition. Luckily the bullets missed all the important organs and arteries. The bullet in his leg shattered and we had to take those out so please come back if there's any complications after discharge. But luckily the bullet in his abdomen went straight through with no massive damage so that was an easy fix."

She explained everything to you and you sighed in relief. This means you can leave. Finally. "He is ready to see you now." The doctor interrupted your thoughts. "Ex-Excuse me?" You couldn't stop your constant stuttering. "He has requested to see you." You opened your mouth but no words left you, so you simply nodded and followed the doctor through a set or doors towards the patient rooms.

"He's in here. Our visiting hours are over in an hour." She said, nodding to you before walking off. You looked back at her as she left, then turned towards the sliding door of the patient room. Your hand reached out to grab the handle, your fingers wiggling slightly with nervousness. "Annoying Nurse? I know you're there." You could hear Jungkook's deep voice from the other side of the door and you huffed, sliding the door open and going inside quickly. "Annoying nurse? I have a name you know."

"Never told me it, so that's your fault." Jungkook looked at you from his bed, his hospital gown slightly open showing a wrap around his abdomen. You then glanced at the cast on his leg, and the stack of pillows keeping it elevated. "My name is (Y/N), so you can stop calling me annoying. Please." You sighed, taking a seat next to his bed. "Fine. But only because you said please." He smirked. You rolled your eyes. "I just wanted to say thank you. For saving my life." You looked Jungkook in the eye, his eyes on his hands which were picking at his individual fingers.

"No need to thank me. It's my job." You gave him a soft smile. He looked over at you, and matched his smile with yours. "You work here?" You bit your bottom lip. "No...I uh...I work somewhere else. Out of town." You said it so quietly Jungkook almost couldn't hear you. "Oh...okay."

The silence was so uncomfortable you debated just getting up and leaving now, which you thought would be perfect. "Well, visiting hours are probably already over, so I will get going now." You laughed awkwardly, standing up slowly and wiping your sweaty palms agains your pajama shorts. You turned to walk out the door but then a hand reached out and grabbed yours.

You turned back around and saw Jungkook's bandaged hand engulfing your smaller palm. "Can you come back tomorrow?" He almost had puppy dog eyes with the way he looked up at you. "I...I don't know..." You started. "I'll pay for lunch...or dinner. Or whatever you want. Please?" You thought to yourself. "Hmm...fine, but only because you said please." You teased, and Jungkook snorted. He gave you a toothy grin and you felt your cheeks heat up slightly with his hand still wrapped around yours.

"Goodnight Jungkook." You pulled your hand from his grasp and slide open the door to his room. "Goodnight...Y/N" He said as you closed his door. He looked around the hospital room and sighed. "Such an annoying nurse." He chuckled.

Now that you were finally out of there, you could properly freak the fuck out. First off, where the fuck are you? Second, why in the fuck is Framed character, Jeon Jungkook, in the same world as you right now? Third, what in the fucking fuck? Fuck? You raked your hands through your messy hair, the reality of everything setting in. What if you're stuck here? What about your family? Your friends? Your job???

You rubbed at your temples. Okay (Y/N), don't stress yourself out too much now. Maybe if you just...go to sleep...you'll wake up back at home. It's a dream remember? You looked around. Where the fuck will you go? You contemplated everything and just realized you should probably just stay at the hospital. You had nowhere to go.

As you made your way back to the entrance doors, three cop cars pulled up and cops started to jump out their cars. You jumped back in surprise. "Are you alright?" One of the officers said, looking at your blood stained clothes. "Y-Yeah I'm fine, I was dropping off a friend." You stammered. The officer looked you up and down curiously. "Well anyways, have you seen this man? He is currently wanted by police." The officer scrolled on his phone before showing you a photo and you almost choked on your spit. A picture of Jungkook was staring right back at you, his purple dyed hair a mess. It's a mugshot.

"Uh...no. Why? What did he do?" You looked at the officer, trying to hold your composure. Why in the hell was there a mugshot of Jungkook? Is that why he wouldn't let you call the police? "We can't say that. Just wondering if you'd seen him." The officer asked once again, as if telling you to just own up to it.

Like hell you were going to do that. You got questions and this little criminal needed to give you answers. "Nope. Never seen him. If you'll please excuse me, my boyfriend was shot and I'm here to make sure he's okay." Your mouth was moving faster than your brain. Boyfriend? Why in the fuck did you say that? The officer's right eyebrow raised curiously. "Did you shoot him?" You cocked your head in confusion before remembering your current attire.

"N-No! I saved his life. Now...please excuse me." You pushed past the officer as you made your way back into the hospital and into the elevators to go to the patient rooms. Once you arrived on the correct floor you snuck past the nurses station, knowing if they saw you they'd tell you to go home since visiting hours were over. Once you got to Jungkook's room, you quietly slide open the door and closed it once you were inside.

"You're back?" Jungkook's voice could've startled you if you weren't already freaking the fuck out. "Jungkook...I just got stopped by the cops." You looked over at him and you visibly saw his adam's apple bob from the gulp he swallowed. "Yeah? And?" This fucker is playing dumb. "And? Jungkook you're wanted by the police! What did you do?" You exclaimed. "Okay, say it louder for the security down the hall." He rolled his eyes, his arms folded across his chest as he huffed, annoyed.

"I didn't do anything." Your eyes could've popped out your head with how hard your eyes were bulging at him. "The police seem to think differently. They showed me your fuckin mugshot, dude." You sat next to his bed, your hands raking your hair with frustration. "That was from something unrelated. This time...it wasn't me." He looked like he really wanted you to believe him. "What happened?" You just wanted to know. You weren't sure if you were sitting with an innocent man or some kind of killer but it would help to make sure?

Jungkook paused, his eyes dashing around as if he was thinking if he should even tell me or not. "Fine...don't tell me." You were starting to get annoyed. You were hoping he would trust you, with you saving his life and all, but that didn't seem to be the case. "(Y/N)..." He started but you were quick to shut him down. "Forget it. Good luck with your case." You slide open the door, your face turned pale when you saw a nurse walking with a police officer.

You slide the door shut once more, and Jungkook looked at you curiously. "Jungkook...the police are here." You whispered. You felt the room go cold and Jungkook looked around nervously. "We gotta go." He started moving, ripping his IV out his arm swinging his leg over the bed with a groan. "Wait what? What the fuck? N-No!" You walked over to him, trying to push him back by his chest. He pushed your hands away.

"I'm not about to be taken for something I did not do." He was angry. Frustrated. You hesistated, watching as he stood and grabbed his bag of clothes. "I'll...I'll help you." Jungkook turned towards you. "You will? Even though you don't know if I'm some crazed killer or not?" You pursed your lips. "Is that what they're trying to arrest you for?" Jungkook took a deep breath in, not saying anything else as he limped towards his things that were put into a hospital bag and then slipped on his hospital slippers.

He turned towards you again, looking you over once more as you stood there. "Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna come with me?" You nodded, going over to him and letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder once more. You slid open the door, looking in the direction of where the nurse and officer were and not seeing them. "They might be talking about you, we gotta go." You whispered and Jungkook nodded, following you towards the nearby stairs.

"Wait, can we use the elevator?" Jungkook looked at you as if you were the dumbest on earth. "You truly are the most annoying person I've ever met." He let go of your shoulder. "You go on the elevator, distract the nurse and cop, and meet me on the side of the building. I'll call someone to pick us up since you apparently don't live around here." He rolled his eyes and opened up the door to the stairs, wincing slightly in pain.

You nodded, ignoring his earlier remark and started for the elevator. Right as you were close, the nurse and cop you saw earlier spotted you. "Excuse me? Visiting hours ended a while ago." She said. You looked at her apologetically. "Sorry...my boyfriend was shot and I just needed to see him one more time. Bring him some snacks and stuff." You continued heading for the elevator, ignoring the calls from the nurse and officer as you pressed the first floor button and mashed the 'closed elevator' button repetitively.

Once you got to the first floor, you walked calmly out the door, ignoring the looks from the earlier officer that questioned you earlier. As soon as you touched the outside, a large exhale escaped your lungs. How long were you holding your breath? As you walked, you heard a low voice call out to you. "(Y/N)." Jungkook called for you in a silent yell. You hurried over to him, grabbing his arm once again to help him balance himself.

"Where is your friend?" You looked up at him. "Behind here." He started walking and you tried your best to help him along the way, the weight of his body was a little easier to handle now. He wasn't extremely heavy, but the amount of muscle on him did add to his weight and made it a little hard to keep hold of him.

As you kept walking you noticed a car parked with its lights off. You opened the door and Jungkook slowly sat into the back seat, wincing and groaned the whole time. You tried to look at the driver but couldn't. What if this is just his plan to kidnap you? You know what he's on the run for, getting rid of you will just make things easier.

"Come on." Jungkook grabbed your arm, pulling you into the car with him. You sat, a little reluctant but deciding it's for the best. You could have somewhere to sleep, if Jungkook doesn't kill you first. Once you were inside, you could now see who was driving. Kim Seokjin. Jungkook's other best friend in this story.

"Jesus Christ dude, who did that to you?" He looked back at Jungkook, his eyes then shifting to you. "Is this a new one?" That question almost seemed like an insult. New one? You don't remember Jungkook being a player in the story? How many relationships has he been in?

"Shut up and drive, dude. I'm sure the cops just realized I'm gone." Jungkook looked around, almost paranoid. "Okay fine." Seokjin started driving, waiting till he was on the road before turning his headlights on. He then turned on the radio, pop punk softly playing. Jungkook was exhausted. Terribly exhausted, and he couldn't help but rest his head on your shoulder. You stiffened at first, but then understood immediately and relaxed.

You smell good. He thought to himself as he took a slow deep breath, taking in your scent. Even though you smelled slightly of his blood, there was this other natural scent from you. Your hair smelled clean. Like you just washed it before finding him bleeding out on the roof. He appreciated this. It helps him relax.

The drive was long, but it helped ease the worry between Jungkook's brow, and he was relieved when you all arrived at Seokjin's brother's house. "My brother is away on a business trip for a month, so this place is yours until you figure things out." Seokjin explained everything to you two as he helped Jungkook get out the car. Jungkook gritted his teeth in pain. He looked over to you, seeing your tired expression. "Is it okay if we use his clothes?"

"Yeah dude, no problem. Just make sure you wash everything before you leave." Seokjin opened the door for you, letting you in first before helping Jungkook. "There's two bedrooms, so there's another place to sleep." You glanced around the place. This was a very nice house. One you didn't mind staying in for as long as Jungkook wanted.

What was that? You were thinking as if you were gonna be here another night. This is just a very long, draining dream. After tonight, you will wake up in your bed or on the floor of your brother's room and wonder what happened. "Thank you, Hyung." Jungkook watched you as you walked around. "Oh, so now we're using formalities?" Seokjin joked, walking Jungkook into one of the rooms and setting him on the bed.

"Alright, I'll leave you two be. Reminder, this is only for a month, so don't get too comfortable. And also, please clean up after yourself. Also please throw all your condoms away in the outside trash or flush them, if ya'll use those. I don't want my brother asking too many questions." Seokjin looked at the both of you and you looked back at him wide eyed, your face as hot as an oven.

"Hyung. Stop. We're just friends." Jungkook looked almost as flustered as you, his eyes quickly averting yours. "Really? Just friends with someone this hot? Then you don't mind if I flirt with them right?" Seokjin flashed you a wide grin and you bit your lip nervously. Seokjin is a very...very handsome man yet you couldn't imagine doing anything with him. Jungkook glanced between the two of you and something rose within him. Jealousy? No fuckin way. Either way it pissed him off seeing his friend look at you like that.

"Jin..." Seokjin chuckled, shaking his head. "And the formalities are gone again." He headed out the room and down the hall. "Alright kids, I'll leave you two alone." You both waited in silence, waiting for the sound of the front door to close and lock before both exhaling.

"Holy shit...um...well. This is nice I guess." You were trying to find anything to get your mind off whatever just happened and you could see Jungkook either was trying to do the same or honestly didn't care because he just slowly laid down onto the bed. "I'm going to sleep. It's been a long night." He grumbled and you nodded, the awkward silence engulfing the room once again. "Gotcha...I'll just...go into the other room." You headed towards the door before hearing the bed creak slightly.

"Goodnight." Jungkook stared at you as you walked out the door and slowly closed it behind you. "Night, Jungkook." You said before shutting it. Once you were out the room, you felt all the stiffness and uneasiness leave you. Holy fuck, you need a shower. You smelled of blood and sweat and it was utterly disgusting. You went straight into the bathroom and started the shower, shedding your clothes off and hopping in as soon as the water was scolding hot. You let the water drop onto your naked body, the water slowly washing the dried blood off of you and trailing into the drain. You grabbed the soap on the side and started scrubbing, almost as if you were trying to scrub five layers of skin off.

After your shower and you felt like you were fresh and raw from the hot water and hard scrubbing, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and made your way into the other bedroom. Once you were inside you opened a dresser and saw a couple large shirts. You were thankful they were huge cause you didn't have any spare underwear to wear.

You pulled it over your head, the soft material falling over your body and resting at your mid thigh. You put the towel to your hair and dried your hair as much as possible, your arms felt so tired that just lifting them to dry your hair was a lot of work. You put the towel on the ground and made your way over to the bed and went under the sheets. This was what you finally needed. A comfortable bed. And now, as you fall asleep, you can look forward to waking up back home.

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I'm glad you guys are liking the first chapter so far! Wanted to go ahead and post the second part to kinda get the story going so you know where everything is going :)

Let me know if you'd like a part three! <3

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plcturesofu · 2 years ago

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45, 46, 60

45. Who initiates their first kiss?

ok this is a good one because i genuinely have no idea... i would say fezco bc he initiated the hand hold like that was huge for him i'm sure but at the same time i think if fezco went to his play with the flowers and card for her that lexi would have been so overjoyed that she'd tell him thank you and just fuckin kiss him without even thinking... i can't decide

46. Who says I love you first?

i honestly think this is lexi for sure like especially with next season bringing so much potential angst about the fact that he probably won't let her get close to him/be around him because he just feels like he's bad news and doesn't deserve love that lexi would absolutely prove him wrong and lay her heart out on the line for him to realize he is deserving of love and she completely loves him (i'm not crying ur crying)

60. When did they realize they loved each other?

i'm not gonna sit here and pretend like they aren't already in love like i could give u a scenario but i think genuinely when lexi was talking about how she wants 3 kids and her whole life plan and fezco tells her "they got 3 kids in that show" like the softness in his voice... yeah that man was 100% ready to spend the rest of his life with her at 19 fucking years old and obvi lexi's "a little exchange and i fall in love" the hand hold did it for her but if not that then i think somewhere when she was talking about her play for hours on end and he was fully listening and giving her feedback it probably struck her when he said "of course i'mma be there i'mma be sittin' in the front row shorty" that little lovesick "kay" yeah my girl was down horrendously

THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS!! THESE WERE SUCH HARD QUESTIONS TO ANSWER I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE <3

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springalwayscomes · 4 years ago

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Home

The place where you are

That place is probably Mi Casa With you I'mma feel rich That place is no other than Mi Casa Turn it on, your switch Yeah It's comfortable even as you say nothing With you, anywhere will be my home You know I want that Home You know you got that Home Your love, your love, your love (I miss that) Your love. your love, your love (I want that) Your touch, your touch, your touch (I need that)

- HOME, BTS

Plot: It almost feels like a dream to Teahyung when he finally wakes up home, with your baby beside him and the delicious smell of the pancakes coming from the kitchen. He is home, he is home and can’t help wishing to have more, of you, of this family, of this life. He desperately wants your love, he’s been missing it for so long, he needs your touch, the place where you are is his home, he wants that home.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (so much it will make you loose your shit), established relationship

Wordcount: 10.8k

Content Warning: - oh lord help, here we go- dad!Tae, praise, dirty talk, fingering, blowjob, cum eating, creampie, swearing, finger blowjob, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cunt slapping, spit play, multiple orgasms, rough sex, thigh riding, mentions of masturbation, noona kink, cunnilingus, pining, missionary, hand job, pregnancy talk, impregnation kink, love making

The delicious smell of the pancakes are enough to wake Taehyung up, his stomach growling already even before he opens his eyes. It’s late, almost ten, and the fact he gets to stay in bed at this time makes his heart flutter in his chest as he remembers today it’s one of his free days and gets to spend it with you and your baby, finally. After weeks of not being around - the promotion of the new album and tour and the actual tour always keeping you too far away from each other - he can finally allow himself to open his heavy lids and peek at your beautiful baby girl sleeping in the middle of your bed, a raw of pillows blocking her from eventually turn and fall. She’s so little she’s as long as his arm, looking as cute as ever with her doe eyes closed and and her puffy cheeks, lightly snoring as he smiles at her. His chest burns with love as he already feels himself grow impatient for her to wake up, wanting to spend as much time as he can with you both, but he knows that he needs to keep it quite. When he came home last night, you told him she only slept three hours yesterday, so she needs to rest as much as he should be resting now, given the fact he basically slept the same. It was the last day of him being away from you both, and the night before he couldn’t bring himself to sleep, secretively wishing to hold you in his arms and leave sweet kisses to the puffy cheeks of your daughter. He should really rest a little bit more, but he doesn’t want to waste his time like that. Not today that he’s home and you cooked pancakes as breakfast. Not when he could finally hug you as you wash the dishes like you used to do when your relationship begun. Damn, it seems a lifetime ago.

Taehyung couldn’t hide his smile even if he tried, so he simply gives in to it as he walks towards your kitchen. The sight of you in his big - big - hoodie is enough to make him feel even more overwhelmed, and the way you swing your hips as you hum to Singularity under the cloth is just and addition to his maddening heartbeat to raise.

«Fuck, I love you»

You nearly let the pan fall to the ground at the sudden confession, not really used to his voice being so close. Closing your eyes and putting another pancake in the dish you turn to the door, taking in the sight. It feels like heaven, to finally have his disheveled dark locks back here in the morning, your fingers are already tingling to touch them. His eyes are slightly glassy for the sleepiness and his lips look even more soft than usual, maybe it’s because you haven’t kissed them in weeks.

«Come here» it’s almost a plead and he can’t contain himself from almost running towards you, distance sucks and you both don’t need it now, not even the slightest. In fact, the way he’s squeezing you in his arms makes you think that if it was possible he would literally melt you with his body. Taehyung takes in your fragrance, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he leaves soft kisses on your skin, his heart beating as if it’s the last time he gets to be this close to you. It happens every time, and it’s the same for you.

You both love each other so much it is literally impossible to explain, even the I love you’s that you exchange seem to not do the job enough. You’d literally cut your arm if it’d make him happy, and he’d do the same thing. After all, you’re the only thing that keeps him going on every day, you and your daughter.

«I missed you so much, is this real?» you murmur against his pijama shirt. Your boyfriend smiles, trying to ward off just enough to lock your eyes with his but you quickly whine and squeeze him even tighter.

«Don’t»

He giggles, the sound makes you feel like your day has finally reached its topic.

«It’s real» he mumbles, lips pecking at your skin another time as his hands slide under the fabric of his hoodie, tracing your back and lowering on your asscheeks.

«This is definitely real» he scoffs, squeezing them. You whimper under his big hands, and if he thought he had been missing you so much he couldn’t breathe some times, now he definitely thinks he was dead before coming home, you’re bringing him back to life.

«Your dumb ass is real too» you mutter as his smile grows even bigger. Taehyung leaves a soft kiss on your hairline, his action definitely contrasts his next one as his fingers dangerously approach the belt of your panties.

«I really missed you a lot» he whispers. His other hand reaches your cheek and you finally bring your eyes into his, melting as you see how they’re looking at you.

«It was so fucking hard to not be around you. I even missed your complaints»

You roll your eyes.

«I didn’t miss your dirty laundry on the floor the slightest» useless to say, you’re definitely lying. Just last week you ended up crying one night because your house seemed too tidied up without needing to yell at him.

Taehyung pouts, his lower lip almost brushing against yours as his expression makes you feel the urge to brush your pads against the dot on his upper and lower lips. You lift your hand from his chest just to do so, lightly caressing the flesh as he licks his lips right after, eyes shifting from yours to your lips.

«Why are you so rude, I was being serious» he whispers again.

«I wasn’t» you whisper back, already tip-toeing to get to his lips.

«I missed you and your annoying habits, every single one of them»

By the time your sentence is spoken your lips are already on his, kissing like it’s the first time. Taehyung’s lips are intoxicating, they’re a drug and you’re just an addict trying to get as more as you can every time you get the chance to taste them. They make you feel high, almost dizzy as his tongue explores your mouth, his fingers moving again against your back and caressing the skin like he haven’t done for far too much time. The taste of you makes Taehyung always wish for more, and not only in a sexual way. It’s like he never has enough, and he doesn’t even know how to start to explain the way you make him feel. The fact you’re in his arms, wearing his hoodie, standing in your house, making breakfast as your daughter sleeps in your bedroom overwhelms him even more. And he realizes he was right all along, all the time he waited for you and all the time he had spent stealing glances at your way. This is what he wants, and he could never wish for something else. Not even in another world, universe, not even in another life. You’re his family. And his thought hits him even heavier as he parts to take a breath and already misses your lips on his, forehead resting over yours as the pads of his long fingers tickles at your back.

«I have-» he pecks your lips «one» another kiss.

«I have one-» this time it’s your turn to rest your lips on his and he chuckles against you making you do the same.

«One thing to-» and it happens another time. He groans as he slightly nibs your flesh with his teeth, earning a light whimper from you.

«Will you let me finish?» he laughs, resting his forehead again against yours, eyes so happy and light it makes your heart throb with joy.

«Do you really have to? I want to kiss you until you can’t breathe anymore» you whine. His tongue comes out to wet his lips at your words, your mouth is watering at this point.

«I really have to» he chuckles as his eyes scan all of your features, heart beating at a maddening pace as he takes in the sight.

«I have one thing to ask you» he murmurs.

«What?»

He shakes his head. «While we eat our pancakes, I’m starving»

He kisses you again before helping you finish to make your dishes and sitting on the barstool in front of the kitchen island, you sit beside him, desperately close like he would slip out of your grasp if you were just an inch or two more distant from him. You lean your head on his shoulder as you rip the pancake with your fork and bring it to your mouth, Taehyung lets his hand travel up your hip and scoots you even closer as you let out a moan at the taste of your breakfast.

«I really do love you a lot, you know right?» he murmurs, gaze lost on your face.

«You and that little scamp are my life and my family and all I want to do is take care of you for the rest of my life, because I can’t find nothing else that matters as much as you two. Not even myself. I’d literally do anything for you.» his voice has turned lower, his baritone making you turn just to meet his eyes full of fondness.

He licks his lips as you smile at his words, nodding because you know. You know it, you can read it in his eyes right now, just as much as you read it every other day as you video call through that damn phone. Taehyung wouldn’t even have a chance to hide it, even a stranger would be able to guess his love for you and your daughter, he’d guess it with his eyes closed.

You bring your fork to his mouth, waiting for it to open as he looks desperately deeply into your eyes, his hands coming up to cup at your cheeks as you rest your forehead against each other’s another time, the piece of pancake still hanging between your faces.

«Please, marry me.»

It comes out as a whine, like he can’t really bear to hold it in anymore.

Your heart stops, you swear the only thing keeping you alive now is the glint in his eyes, the love with which he is watching you. Taehyung’s heart is beating as loud as when he saw your baby for the first time, as fast as when you made love to him for the first time. And there’s a threatening feeling in his guts that is begging to tear him apart as you don’t seem to answer. His eyebrows knit together as he studies your features for the the tenth time and takes a deep shaky breath.

Truth is, you forgot how to speak. It’s too much to handle, you didn’t expect it at all. Taehyung and you had talked about it a little bit, but it was months ago and you weren’t really expecting him or you to propose this soon. Now that he bursted it out like this it’s making you feel emotions you’re not even able to discern.

«Jagi» Taehyung calls, his deep voice flustered. Your pancake is still between your lips and he lets out a tremulous sigh as he chooses to free the fork from it and wraps his lips around it, eyes never leaving yours. That seems to be the breaking point for you, as you burst out and let your self push hungrily against his lips, the pancake still in his mouth.

He moans as he forces himself to gulp, you nip at his lower lip with so much passion he feels himself about to explode right there and then.

He doesn’t need to kneel in front of you to ask you, and you both know it. Your heart is already his, your mind is already his. All of you is his. There’s not a single part of your body that doesn’t belong to him, not even an inch of your skin.

He doesn’t even need a ring, you don’t even care. All you need is his damn presence in your life until the day you die and you’re pretty sure that even then you’re going to love him endlessly. He is all you need, Taehyung is everything you can manage to think about, he is your thoughts, he is your happiness. It’s like a part of you is able to be yourself only when you’re with him, it’s hard to even breathe when he’s away.

«Please, marry me» is all you manage to say, repeating his words as you loose yourself in the taste of him. Taehyung feels his chest burst at the sweet utterance, the kiss had already given him a hint of your answer but hearing it come from your lips it’s fucking moving things inside him and the happiness taking over him is almost platonic as he smiles against you.

«Say it again» he begs, lips never leaving yours as his hands start trailing on your thighs, fingers causing goosebumps to form on your skin. He’s begging, but he can’t help it.

«Please, marry me» you repeat as you fist his hair, only now remembering you’re still holding the fork and letting it carelessly fall on the counter.

«Marry me, please, please.»

«Fuck, you’re going to be my wife.» he groans against you, another wave of happiness rushing through his body as he says the words.

«You’re going to be my wife» he repeats. You desperately nod against his lips finding it too hard to speak. Taehyung smiles and tightens his grip around you even more, long fingers sliding under your - his - hoodie for the second time, caressing your skin with so much passion and love that you feel yourself burn under his touch. The combination of his lips, the words he just said and the pads of his fingers slightly brushing against your skin until they meet your nipples are enough to make you as wet as you’ve ever been.

«I have a ring-» his lips leave yours just to leave a trail of wet desperate kisses against the column of your neck, and you have to hold back a loud moan when he nibs at your skin, you don’t want to wake your daughter.

«Could you give it to me later?» you shudder as you tilt your head back in pleasure.

«Yes, yes- Fuck, you make me so fucking happy jagi, I love you so much I can’t even explain it»

He sucks just under your jaw, the spot he learned over the years you love desperately.

«I love you too. Oh-» you bite down your lip as his fingers tease your already hard nipples, swirling them around and massaging your breasts with those big hands of his.

«Fuck, Tae, you’re gonna make me wake-»

«Shh, than keep it down» he murmurs, his low tone sending shivers directly at your soaked cunt.

«You’re so beautiful, so beautiful jagi»

His hands trail down your stomach until they meet your hips, his lips still attacking your neck until you decide you’ve had enough of the lack of his taste, slightly tugging at the roots of his dark locks to get him to kiss you again. And man- does it always feel better than the previous time, it does every time.

«I’m gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re gonna come for me» he whispers as his fingers trail the path of your panties until they’re pushing them aside.

«Please» you whimper, eyes closing at the very moment his pads touch your folds, dangerously wet.

«Fuck, I missed your pretty little cunt» he groans, eyes shifting from your face to his fingers moving to your throbbing clit, he can feel it throb under his touch and it fucking makes him pulsate in his boxers.

«You don’t even know how many times I got off thinking about you, I wanted to call you» he’s breathing heavily as he watches his medium and index finger rub at your clit in an increasing pace that only makes you whine. The way you squirm at every movement and close your eyes is enough to make him think he could come without even doing anything.

«Why- why didn’t you call?» you let out breathless. Taehyung shakes his head.

«Fucking timezones» he hisses, adding just a little bit of pressure that has you clenching around nothing. He’s starting to feel uncomfortable sitting on the stool, so he stands up and opens your thighs for him even more, grabbing you by the back of your knees and pulling you closer to the edge of the sit.

«I don’t care about timezone, you know it» you try to hold back a moan as he starts sucking back at your neck, two of his fingers fill you up without giving you time to get used to the feeling, already arching into you and making you bite your lips. You missed his fingers so much that you feel overwhelmed now. All the nights you touched yourself you desperately pictured him over you, putting his skilled fingers to good use. Just the thought had made you come countless of times.

«But I care about you, I’m not going to call you at three in the morning just because I’m painfully hard. I can take care of it» he groans against your skin, earning a strangled moan from you at his words.

«Fuck, Taehyung faster»

His fingers shove even faster into you, lewd sounds of wetness filling the room and making your cheeks heat up as you hide your face on his shoulder.

«How can you fucking look like this? Damn, jagi, it makes me want to make you come endlessly» he hisses, his fingers are hitting all the perfect places, and the way his thumb now begins to rub back at your clit makes your hips jolt. It’s really too much to handle.

«My god, I missed your fingers» you whimper «I fucking missed you, so much»

Taehyung can’t hide his smile as he adornships you. He’s painfully hard, pushing at the cloth of his boxers and wondering how much longer they will resist until they’ll eventually tear apart.

«I swear I’m gonna give you the best blowjob you’ve ever received in your life after this» you whine, his cock twitches desperately at your words, and he groans as he bends his leg and blocks his toe on the lower part of the barstool. He removes his fingers from inside of you earning a whine at the loss, and his hands cup your hips as he tugs you even more towards him, letting you sit on his thigh.

«We have all day for it, now I just want to make you come endlessly. You’re so fucking hot it makes me ache» he groans, digging his fingers in your hips and slightly making you move on his leg, the pressure on your clit makes you feel dizzy and you let your head fall back another time as he bites his lips looking at your face.

«Use me, get off on me. Fucking god»

You place your hands behind his neck, feet now grounding on the floor as Taehyung makes sure to keep you steady with his hands on your hips. Damn, you’re going to be the fucking death of him.

«So fucking wet, you’re ruining my shorts.» he moans, clenched jaw as he watches the way your hips move. One of his hands comes up from your hips just to raise your hoodie and show him your breasts, Taehyung can’t help himself as he tilts his head and nibs at the nipples, leaving wet kisses all over your flesh and collar bones. Your breathing is uneven, the knot in your stomach building up more every second it passes by.

«I’d fuck you all day, you really don’t know what you do to me.» he licks at your neck as he makes his way towards your mouth.

«I’ll fuck you so good, I swear I’m going to take care of you every single day jagi. I’m going to give you everything I can and I’m going to work even harder for what I can’t give you. I love you so fucking much Y/N» his words take a total different way by the second part of his first sentence, but it doesn’t matter. His words are promises that he imprints into your skin like tattoos, the wetness of his saliva is the ink marking you as everywhere as he can get.

«Tae!» you moan in a whisper. Taehyung’s lips come to help you, kissing yours and swallowing your moans as you move even faster and harder on his tight.

«That’s it, come on me babe. Come on my fucking thigh, mess my shorts. Let me see that beautiful face of yours I’ve been thinking of as I jerked off when I was away»

«Damn, fu-» you can’t even proceed to finish your words, you’re already coming undone on his tight, the pleasure rushing through your body in thick waves and leaving your mind foggy and light at the same time, eyes shut close and chest heavily raising as Taehyung nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your skin. You let your head fall on his shoulder as you keep your eyes closed, your body still twitching over his as you try to regain your breath back, heart beating at an inhuman speed.

«Are you okay?» his words make you smile.

«I’m really not» you pant. His head immediately leaves his hideout as he tilts it, eyes carefully looking into yours as his body suddenly tenses.

«You can’t come home and expect not to kill me with a proposal and a mind blowing orgasm» you whine. The warning in his eyes drifts away and he feels the tenseness leave his body as he smiles at you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

«Actually, I was planning on making you come at least another time before I fuck you»

«Is this what this is going to be like?» you ask, a beaming smile on your lips as you peck his lips. His hands caress your skin in sweet, tender motions even though the bulge almost ripping his shorts screams nothing but it now, pushing against the material so much it makes your mouth water.

«I guess so» his forehead touches yours as he locks his arms behind your waist, his breath fans across your face and makes you feel even more warm than you already are.

«You don’t mind it, do you?» he grins.

«You already know the answer» you whisper. Your stomach grumbles just when you’re about to kiss him and Taehyung chuckles as he brings one of his hands in front of your face.

«You hungry?» his words are filthy, tone deepening as you feel the sudden need to feel his fingers inside you once again. His eyes never leave yours as he closes his hand in a fist and only leaves his medium and index fingers out for you.

«You want to eat?» his pads tap at your lips, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. He’s really so hard it makes him ache, but doesn’t want to do anything else than to please you again. When he was away, he definitely missed it. He missed taking care of you, in every form and way. He missed coming back home to find you freezing on the bed and having to wrap you in his warmth just because the covers weren’t enough. He missed making you feel loved, he missed it as much as he missed your pretty mouth sucking his cock, and the fact that you’re opening your lips for him, eyes never leaving his and tongue coming out to lick at all the length of his fingers makes him loose his shit.

Your taste on his fingers makes you grin, realizing these really are his fingers and not yours anymore. He’s standing here right in front of you and today could perfectly be one of the happiest days in your life.

Taehyung hisses under his breath when you lightly nib his pads just to swirl your tongue around them desperately fast afterwards. His cock never felt more wet with precum than now.

«You missed my tongue, uh?» your voice is breathy and low and it’s making it even harder for him to contain himself. His jaw clenches as you naively blink.

«You missed noona’s tongue? The way I gulp around your sensitive cock when I make you cum?»

Taehyung definitely looses it now. He’s usually the one talking dirty, but when your pretty little mouth speaks to him like this his brain stops working, there’s nothing he can do about it. Your swollen lips leave a wet kiss on his pads before wrapping themselves around his fingers, moving slowly and witnessing the way his cock twitches once more. Truth is, the way he looks at you has you clenching around nothing. His eyes are totally blown with lust, drowning in yours as he does his best to hold his shaky breaths, lips starting to slightly hang agape as a sign of almost giving in and his messy dark locks framing the amazing sight.

«Fuck, yes» he hisses, his fingers start to move in your mouth so fast, hitting the back of your throat.

«Yes?» you stop his movements, hand wrapping around his wrist.

«You missed me doing this?» you leave a soft kiss to his medium finger and at the beginning Taehyung thinks that’s it, not really expecting you to grab at his damn cock and start stroking it through his boxers so quickly he doesn’t even notice you already let his shorts slide down his legs. His reaction his priceless, tilting his head back and letting out a strangled moan that makes you clench so tight that’d definitely make him come if he was inside you.

«Did I make you this hard? Noona makes you this horny?»

He bites his lower lip, the muscle of the leg still under you clenches and makes your mouth water as you hook the fingers of your other hand under the cloth of his waistband.

«You’re boxers are fucking wet. What’s gotten into you today? Does the thought of me marrying you makes you this wet?»

«Fuck, yes. Yes, noona» he gulps as he steadies himself against the kitchen island, strands of hair covering his eyes as you caress his sweet spot on his groin and then tug slightly at the material squeezing his length. You and Taehyung always had a balanced relationship, even in sex. You like to please each other as much as you like to receive and it took you nothing to figure out he loved to call you noona. It makes his cock twitch every time, he can’t help it. He loves it in the same way you love him talking dirty to you as he fucks you, shamelessly and helplessly. The fact that you’re able to switch who’s in charge so effortlessly makes things even more spicy.

«Yes what? Talk to me»

Taehyung finds himself moaning when you finally stop teasing him and suddenly lower his boxers, his long, thick cock hits his lower stomach with a lewd sound and his leg under you leaves his place just to help him be as steady as he can, he’s already feeling drunk because of you.

«Noona, please» his breath his dangerously heavy as he places his hand behind your neck, locking his gaze in yours. The way you lick your lips make him pulsate against your belly and you feel him through the cloth of his big hoodie.

«You’re playing dirty»

«I’m playing dirty?» you smirk, kissing his lips and trailing your fingers on his chest until you meet his nipples through the shirt he’s wearing. Your lips lower on his neck and nibs at the skin under his ear, Taehyung is trying his best to not be vocal but he’s so fucking hard that by now every single touch of yours makes him want to scream.

«Yes,» he hisses «I wanted to eat you out»

You smirk on his skin. «My turn»

Your hand meets his cock and he holds a breath as the hand that was caressing his skin stops. He’s literally as wet as you’ve ever seen him, with his head dripping precum and making you wince at him.

«You’re making a mess on my floor»

He hisses once again. «It’s our floor, and don’t talk housewife to me now»

Your hand wraps around him with just the slightest of pressure that has Taehyung already begging for you to make him come in his mind.

«You need to get used to it» you whisper in his ear, a smile threatening to break your bold behavior.

Your thumb meets the head of his cock, your boyfriend - fiancé - desperately hides his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose onto your skin so much it makes your heart flutter. His grip around your neck tightens even more as you caress his head, soft pad collecting his precum and then swirling over his slit. The way his heart his beating and the feelings you’re giving him make him want to die right here and then, and another set of precum makes his way though his slit, making you hold your breath as you take in the sight. Taehyung’s face is still buried in the crook of you neck, he can’t even think of standing straight and holding its weight, he already knows he’s going to fail miserably.

«Noona» his strangled groan is muffled against your skin as you decide to move and caress his frenulum, you know he’s going to loose it, it’s always been his sweet place, it makes him loose his mind. Taehyung’s hips stutter under your touch, his teeth digging in your skin and giving life to a new burning sensation in your body.

«What? What do you want, baby?» you whisper.

«Please, please make me come»

Taehyung doesn’t even consider of holding back his pleads, not even in a million years. And you don’t even consider a “no” as an answer.

He’s begging you, and just the fact of it alone makes you squeeze him tighter in your fist, earning a gasp from his wet lips. If it’s possible his face buries even deeper into your neck, hissing and cursing at the way your “fucking little hand feels around me”, not even able to circle all of his girth. The way he’s holding onto you like you’re his lifeline makes a wave of fondness towards the man rush through your body and brings you to cup his balls, caressing them softly just like he likes.

«Fuck, Y/N» he moans, his hair tickling your skin.

«Do you like it?» your fist speeds up even more as you kiss his shoulder, yours hits his one at every movement, Taehyung feels already like he’s about to burst. All the days, the weeks you spent far away, the only thing that made him come when he jerked off was the thought of you. Your hands, your mouth, your body, your face, your words, your moans; it really doesn’t matter which one it was, cause it was always you. And every time he would make a mess with his white seed he’d always feel empty inside right after, just because when his mind would go back to normality you weren’t going to be there. But now you are, and he feels like nothing else in this damn world could ruin this moment, your presence is enough to make him moan.

«Yes, yes, you’re so- ngh, you’re so good to me» it’s hard to speak in this state. Your fist speeds up even more to the point your wrist hurts, but all you can think about is the man squeezing you and begging you to touch him and make him come. You feel his abs clenching against your hand, the other one now raising up to brush against his sensitive nipples.

«Baby, please»

«What?» you whine, as if you were the one receiving pleasure. Taehyung bits his lips as you speed up even more.

«Fuck- I want to feel your mouth around me» he squirms as he begs. Your hand leaves his girth and he seems to breathe again after an endless apnea.

«On the couch» you whisper, nibbling his earlobe as he manages to finally open his eyes. Your fingers intertwine with his and guide him to the sofa until you both stand in front of it. You lightly push him to get him to sit but Taehyung shakes his head as he brings you with him on the cushions, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his fingers in your flesh.

«I still want to eat you out» he smirks as his fingers hook once again under your panties, this time sliding them down and making you gasp. You only understand what he wants when his hands trail up under your hoodie and squeeze your breasts.

«Tae» you whine, already getting up, before you change your position and sit on his face you make sure to remove his shirt, tracing at the golden skin with your fingers. You only tried this once and it made your head spin.

«Fuck, I love your pussy» he groans at the sight as you put yourself comfortable on him. He’s still painfully hard for you, the tip of his cock the same red color of his mouth, swollen and begging to be touched. Taehyung spreads you open with his thumbs, he doesn’t even wait a second to bury his face in you, tongue already swirling around your clit and making you bite your lips hard enough to bleed a little. He’s eating you so good that for a moment you think about waiting to do the same for him, but the thought goes away quickly when you moan out loud and in response his cock twitches under you, another set of precum coming out of his slit.

«Shit, Taehyung, you really missed me» you chuckle between the pleasure he’s giving you, finally lowering to take him in your mouth. Taehyung moans against your entrance, the vibrations immediately causing you to do the same around him, and he lets out another moan. It’s like a circle without an end, and the pleasure builds in both of your bodies so much that it’s making you go out of your minds. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat and you gulp around him knowing this is exactly what it takes for him to loose his shit. And you’re right, Taehyung is already hissing under his breath, bringing his hands under your hips just to wrap them behind your back to make you get even closer to his face. He spits on you, as if you weren’t enough wet for him already, enthralled the way your wetness drips down from your count to your thighs.

«Fuck, do that again» he begs, his tongue now making his way in your entrance as he sucks your arousal. You fist the air, desperately trying not to moan as you do the same around his girth. The knot in Taehyung’s stomach is about to burst, his balls are tight and he doesn’t remember how to breathe anymore, but he’s determined to make you come with him. So his lips never leave your count, not even when you gulp one more time and one of his hands leave your skin just to fist your hair, bringing you lower and himself even deeper in your throat. You gag around him, his breath fans you as he keeps fucking you with his tongue, alternating your entrance with your clit until you’re squirming for him. Your hands cup his balls one more time and the moment you do it his cock explodes in your mouth, hot white cum filling your mouth as you continue to move around him, his tongue never leaving your clit until you shake on him and come undone as he keeps coming. The pleasure is too much to handle with you both moving against each other to ride your orgasms, you try to swallow as much of his cum as you can, realizing only now he’s really coming like there’s no tomorrow, emptying himself in your mouth. Your legs shake and your second orgasm hits you even harder then your first one with the sight of his abs contracting under you.

«Fuck, fuck, fuck» you hiss as his cum finally seems to stop coming out, a little bit of it slips out of your lips but you don’t care, too much overwhelmed by the lips of your boyfriend still on you.

«Taehyung, god» you whine, the overstimulation makes your hips stutter against his face and he groans against you as he sucks desperately at your clit, his fingers coming again to fill you.

«This is-» you cut yourself off when he slaps at your pussy, making you clench around nothing for another time.

«Fuck, do you think you can come for me once more?» his voice is low and husky, and it adds a new wave of arousal to your throbbing count as he shoves his fingers into you, using his tongue to feverishly assault your clit. The pleasure is already building up in your stomach, so much that you feel already on the edge.

«I love when you cum because of me. Fuck, do I really get to spend the rest of my life with you?»

His words are the last drop that breaks the dam, you come again. Your hands fly behind you just to reach his hair, fisting his roots and tugging at them as he moans against you, the aftershocks of your third climax making you shake on his face as he places wet loving kisses on your thighs and tells you how much he loves you. Your body falls limp on the couch beside him, eyes shut as he sits up and shifts his position to be face to face with you.

Taehyung’s heart doesn’t even know how to think of a world without you, it’d be the death of him. And the realization affects him every time like it’s the first, wether you just came from a mind-blowing orgasm or your tidying up and scolding him for being so messy.

It’s crazy, how the world seems to begin and and end, make sense only when he locks eyes with you, it’s frightening.

«Noona» he scoots closer to you, wrapping you in his hold as you place your head on his chest and your body again on his. You ignore the way his cock is still half hard, poking at your hips.

«Mh?»

Taehyung smiles, kissing at your hair and feeling his heart about to burst, and you don’t even care if he’s coated with your juices from his nose to his chin.

«Can we try to make another baby?»

And again, your world seems to stop, you don’t even know how to feel anymore with this man.

«What?» your face lifts from his chest to peek at him.

«I want another baby» he whispers staring into your eyes. Your lungs stop working as you take in his words. Taehyung wants another baby. He wants another baby.

«Are you being serious?» his hands wrap even tighter around you, moving you on his body until your face is at the same height as his.

«Of course I am» he whispers, his hands now coming to your cheeks to cup them.

«You want another baby?» at this point the hamster in your brain has stopped working too. Taehyung giggles at your stuttered face and nods, eyes never leaving yours.

«Yes, I want another baby. How many times do we have to say it?» he shakes his head, his thumbs caress your skin as his giggles shade in a more thoughtful and brooding expression. His pads move to your lips, collecting the few drops of his cum that you weren’t able to swallow drying on your skin.

«Do you want it?» he asks, already regretting the choice he made when he opened his mouth.

«I don’t want to rush you, I- I can wait as much as you need, I just wanted you to know.» he explains.

It’s like in an hour your life totally changed even though nothing is really new. You and Taehyung already acted like a married couple, having a baby and being distant from each other makes it all even more harder and solemn. You’ve been together for four years now and your baby is already almost one. It’s like you were already official, but hearing him speak like this makes it all more real.

«And with your job?» this is the first question you mange to let out. Taehyung feels his heart sink downer in his chest as the first thing he reads in your expression his concern.

«We’re going to find a way to make it work, we’re doing it now. We’re good at this» he whispers, his fingers brush down your neck.

«I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it» you admit «I want another baby too, I’m just worried. It’s already hard when she starts crying in the middle of the night and my touch does nothing to calm her down. What’s going to happen with another one? How am I going to handle-»

«I’m sorry. You’re right.» Teahyung cuts you off. Pouted lips and slightly furrowed eyebrows, eyes glassy as he takes a deep breath.

«I just thought-»

«I want another baby, Tae.» you affirm, deeply looking in his eyes. Damn, you’d really love to have another baby.

«We just have to find a better way to face it, because I can’t handle two on my own»

His heart is swollen with the way you’re speaking to him, soft tone and bittersweet smile that he wishes to erase from your face with a kiss.

«You could come with me?» he whispers, eyes full of hope.

«The tour is ending in a month, and you’re not working anyway. We’ll come back home to work on the next album and it will take us a few months-» he stops talking to swallow harshly as he caresses your cheek with his thumb «you- you two can come with me, we can stay all together in the same room while we’re on tour, it’s always so bleak when I come back after a concert and you’re not there»

He’s rumbling as if he thought about it at around one hundred times and it makes you fall in love with him even deeper, the glint in his eyes as he speaks is screaming nothing but fondness.

«We could do the same thing when the baby will arrive. I mean- this is my job and it’s always going to be like this. If you want I can-»

«Tea, stop» you whisper. He suddenly shuts, realizing how much his throat feels dry as he stares at you.

«Do you still want to fuck me?»

Your words leave him totally stuttered, dumbfounded as he furrows his brows and licks his lips.

«What- Why?»

«Do you?» you don’t answer him, but neither did he, even though you already know it. His cock is still half hard, aroused by the way you came on his face for the third time and poking at your lower belly.

His eyes trail back and forth from yours to your lips, wondering what the hell is going on in your mind.

«Weren’t we talking about- Oh»

His mouth falls open and his eyes wide as he stares at you with his chest so swollen by the size of his heart right now that he feels that it could burst out in a moment. The smile growing on your lips leads him to think that maybe he understood what is going on, but he doesn’t want to built his hopes up.

«So?» he swallows hard.

«Yes» he breathes against your face, the answer came as low as a whisper, as if it a secret for just the two of you.

«Then do it bareback»

It takes him a few moments to realize what you had just told him is the same he wanted to hear, almost as if he doesn’t want to believe it because once he does, if you’re joking or he’s just imagining things, he’s going to fall miserably hard to the ground and standing back up will be more than difficult. But he knows you’re not kidding, you would never joke about something like this, and he knows he’s not seeing things when you caress his chest, he’d recognize the truthfulness of your body even in his deeper dreams.

«Are- are you sure?» he doesn’t even care about the way his tone his crackling in the middle of the sentence, dripping with hope and fondness for you. He doesn’t care, he knows he already lost all his boundaries with you, you know him like no one else does.

«I’ve never been more sure than anything else in my entire life» your words are some of the most beautiful he ever heard in his entire life, caressing his mind and his soul and shooting at them so hard that they almost make him feel dazed.

«Oh god, I love you so much» he bursts out in a whisper, the love he feels in this moment is so deep and it’s taking over him so much that all he wants and seems able to do is let it out, no matter in what form. Kisses, promises, sweet nothings, caresses, it doesn’t matter. All his actions are pure love, from the way he looks at you before he finally removes your hoodie to the way he’s already bringing you fully on top of him. His hands trail sweet touches until they reach your breasts, and a second later you’re already tilting your head back, hissing through your breath at the way his fingertips seem to know your body oh so perfectly. Taehyung smirks at the sight, you’re going to be his wife, and the mother of his second baby, he’s going to be a dad again. It doesn’t matter if it will take time to finally swollen your belly again, because he knows it will happen now.

His hand wraps around his girth as he strokes himself a few times, his boner is still growing but the sight of you with your back arched on top of him and your head tilted back for the way he’s touching your breasts, all exposed just for him to see and worship it’s certainly helping him.

«Fuck, I’m sorry it’s taking me a little bit» he whines under you. Taehyung’s cock sometimes does it, being this big it takes him slightly more than the usual male population to get fully hard.

«Don’t worry» you pant over him, his fingers are making you so wet that it’s taking you all of your effort to not rub against him.

«Tell me what you need»

«Fuck, Y/N talk to me»

Shifting your gaze from the ceiling to look at him, you find yourself spiraling in a whirl of panoramas that brings you to the edge of horniness, from the way his jaw is hanging low and his lips are parted, looking at you, to the way he nibs at the swollen flesh of the lower one, to again the way his golden skin shines under the light of the sun coming from the window and makes the sweat on his body even more visible. Taehyung is a work of art, and all you want to do is overpaint him with the transparent painting of your fingertips over him.

«I love you» your hands reaches his pectorals, brushing on his skin until you met his nipples. Taehyung’s hips instantly stutter against you when you lightly tug them between your fingers, he lets his eyes close and you lower more to press your chest against his, wanting to feel more close than ever and already missing his lips. He doesn’t seem to mind, since the very first moment you’re against him he brings his hands behind your neck and tightens the distance between you. He moans in the kiss, still feeling like he’s in a dream with you in his arms, next to be his wife and the mother of his child again. One of his hands trail down your body passing your waist and hips until it reaches between you two and hides through your folds, making you pant and break the kiss just to take a shaky breath. Taehyung opens his eyes to see your expression as you let your forehead rest against his, your lips open in a muted moan as he swirls his medium around your clit and makes your head spin. His cock twitches at the sight, and he feels harder with every second more.

«Please, god- Teahyung- nggh» your low moans are what he needs to fully stand up under you, poking at your hips and making you let out a sigh of relief.

«Please» you hiss.

He doesn’t want you to wait anymore.

The moment he leaves your clit to wrap his hand around his girth you whine at the loss but open your eyes to see him looking down at where his body is about to meet yours, wet pink tongue sliding across his swollen red lip as your forehead are still against each other.

The head of his cock enters your cunt and it’s like the first time. You’re not used to him anymore, not after all of this weeks away from him, your fingers or your vibrator are not even close to the feeling he gives life to in your chest. You’re already clenching around him and Taehyung lets out a strangled moan in response, his girth is so wide he needs to stop to see if you’re okay.

When you nod at him, he lets himself slowly make his way through your walls once again, always making sure to check at your expression.

«Fuck, how are you so tight?»

A little push of your hips is all he gets as an answer, sliding down on him more and making him clench his jaw at the feeling of you around him, squeezing him so fucking tight it’s making him loose his mind. The way his warm hard cock is filling you, pulsating inside you as he tries to control his actions his enough to decide you don’t want to wait anymore. You missed him too much, and all you want to do is make love to him and feel him inside of you. Taehyung finds it hard to soffocate a moan when you surprise him by fully sliding down on him, letting him fill you until your hilt, the stretch makes you whimper and you close your eyes to get used to the feeling as he peeks at you.

«Is this okay?» he whispers, cock buried inside of you and his hands coming at the back of your neck to make you raise your lids and get closer to him, as if him in you wasn’t already enough. In fact, it still isn’t. Taehyung would literally like to become an only person with you if it was possible. He’d melt you in his soul like you already are, and have you inside him for the rest of his life.

«God, I had forgotten how big you are» you scoff.

Taehyung smiles.

«You literally gave me the best blowjob of my life ten minute ago» he laughs, the sound sends shiver through your back.

«You know it’s different»

He licks his lips, his fingers place a strand of your hair behind your ears.

«Do you want me to move?» he whispers pecking the tip of your nose. The action makes your heart beat faster and you nod, Taehyung’s lips brush against yours as you both shift your position, your back now on the cushions as he makes himself comfortable over you. His hips raise from yours until the head of his cock is the only part of him left in you, and with his eyes resting on your face he deeps himself into you again, starting a slow and maddening pace that would send anyone out of his mind. Your heart beats so loud that you can hear it in your ears, he fills you everywhere. Your hear, your soul, your mouth, Taehyung is everywhere and your eyes fill with tears as the pleasure grows deeper and deeper, you realize how very much you missed him. The morning wasn’t bright without him, the dark sky of the night wasn’t shining anymore with its stars. It just didn’t feel right, nothing felt right without him.

«You’re gonna have my baby» his voice is labored as he keeps shoving into you, filling up every single part of your cunt. You feel the veins at the underside of his cock, you feel him throb inside of you and seeing him close his eyes and let out a muted moan only adds more pleasure to yours.

«Faster, please faster Tae» you hiss. Taehyung couldn’t tell you let you down even if he tried, he shove himself harder into you, speeding up his pace and making you whimper from underneath him. His dark locks are beginning to cover his eyes and there’s starting to create a layer of sweat on his forehead and neck, he missed you so much that being inside of you and feeling your walls squeezing him so tight seems surreal. He can’t help but look at you, his eyes scan all over your face as he hits a particular spot that makes you arch your back, his teeth digging holes in his lower lip as he realizes once again he gets to spend the rest of his life with you, he is the one who gets to love you, the one who gets to make you feel loved. Your muffled moans increase frequency with every time he thrusts into you.

«That’s it, right? Fuck, noona, you’re squeezing me so tight»

«You’re so good» you whimper, one of his hand reaches between you two to rub at your clit, the moan you can’t hold back in response sends him over the edge of control and he clasps his hands around your calves before bringing your legs up on his shoulders. The new position gets him to bury himself even more into you, bringing a deeper feeling of feverish horniness and pleasure in your body. Taehyung’s eyes lower from your face to where you connect, the way his cock almost leaves your cunt every time and shoves back into you makes him clench his jaw as thight as your walls around him.

«Fuck, my god- Tae»

«You like it when I fuck you like this? You like feeling my cock bareback inside of you?» he groans. His dirty words make your head spin, his pressure increases on your clit as he seems to bury himself even deeper.

«I’m going to cum inside of you and swell you with my baby, you’re going to look so fucking good»

«Please» you beg. Your pleads set a new fire in his chest as his other hand leaves your leg to rub at your nipple. When you arch your back Taehyung is sure he has never seen someone as hot as you in his entire life. His breath gets stuck in his throat and when your fist wraps around his wrist he looses it again. He watches you bring his fingers to your mouth, sucking at the pads and making him hiss under his breath. When you open your mouth again and he shoves them into you, it doesn’t take you too much to realize what he wants. You hollow your cheeks around him.

«Oh- Fuck, you’re so fucking- god, noona» and if it’s possible, he’s thrusting into you even faster at the sight, building up both of your pleasure and making you clench around him more often than before, every time he lets his head fall back, holding back a moan as his lips part. The view is too much, he looks so wrecked it makes you fell dizzy as you realize you make him feel the same way.

«I’m going to- Tae-» you don’t even know how to speak anymore, he’s fucking you so good you’re shuddering and the knot in your stomach is about to burst for the fourth time as he brings his gaze back into yours.

«Fuck, you’re taking me so good» he groans. You’re squeezing him so tight, Taehyung feels so fucking overwhelmed by the feeling that he lowers over you to kiss at your lips, making you whine and squirm under him even more as your legs stay on his shoulder and the position makes it all even deeper.

«Are you going to come for me? Squeeze my cock in your pretty cunt, noona?» he fans across your face. Those words do the trick, making you writhe as your walls clench so tight that for a moment he’s not able to move anymore. He watches as your body shakes, grabbing your chin in his hand and opening your mouth for him as your eyes try hard to stay open and lock with his, you know how much he loves to see you like this.

«Swallow for me» he hums, low and raspy uneven voice as he keeps fucking into you. He splits in your mouth as you keep clenching around him riding your high, the action makes your legs feel even more jelly than they already are as you close your mouth to do what he ordered. Your legs shake from the overstimulation and Taehyung murmurs a low fuck to his stamina as he understands he has to finish on his own, or at least not inside of you. The thought makes him wince, but he really doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. He comes out of you, his hand already fisting his cock as he looks at how fucked out you look, his eyebrows slightly furrowed by the pleasure and locking eyes with you.

«Please» you whine as his hand hits your legs still on his shoulder.

«Come inside me» your words are all he needs to hear, he speeds up his movements and hisses under his breath, sweat covering his body and glimmering over his golden skin.

«Please, I don’t care, just come back in» you whine. Taehyung’s eyes lock with yours searching for a hint of refuse, but all he finds is the love you feel for him.

«We haven’t had sex for too long, I want you to come inside of me. Please»

And he’s lowering your legs from his shoulders and burying his cock in you once again, making you shudder with over sensitivity as he hits your g-spot again and again and again. Your walls are squeezing him even more than before and he hides his face in the crook of your neck to avoid to moan out loud, your hands come to his locks, massaging his scalp and slightly tugging at the dark roots as the uncomfortableness in your body starts to transform in pleasure once again. It’s so fucking strange how this man fucks into you endlessly and makes you want to come every time again just after a mind blowing orgasm, maybe it’s the way you love him that makes you feel like this, but you really can’t help it.

You tug at his hair one more time as you moan, Taehyung smiles on your skin when he fully realizes that you don’t feel uncomfortable with him inside of you anymore, feeling a little bit more light hearted. He nibs at the column of your neck as you clench around him and he brings his long fingers to your clit another time.

«Fuck, this is going to be your fifth orgasm and I’m not even tired of making you come» he hisses, rubbing harshly at your clit. His shoulder moves desperately on top of you as he keeps moving his fingers, the muscles twitch and make your mouth water. Taehyung is going to be the end of you. He feels himself closer and closer, his balls tightened and his breath hitching so much it makes it even harder to breathe as the pleasure overwhelms him. Your fingers tug more at his strands making him wince for the pain added to the pleasure rushing through his body, his head hovers over yours as you fit your eyes to his. When your gaze shifts from his dark irises to his red swollen lips and you choose to bit the lower one, Taehyung explodes. Hot splatters of cum feel your cunt, his cock twitches inside you and the feeling and the look in his face as he rides his high send you into yours once again.

«You’re gonna have our baby» he whispers as his thrusts become more soft, wincing at the way you still clench around him. The words are so low that you’re not even sure of how you heard them, but they strike through your mind and center your heart, making you hold onto him in a breathtaking squeeze as he stops moving.

«I love you so much» you breathe, hiding your face in his neck, Taehyung smiles as he fills his heart burning with love. So much. He’s totally whipped for you, there’s no point to deny it, even a blind could see it.

«I love you too,» he pecks your shoulder as he tries to imagine of a world without your presence or your baby, suddenly feeling empty and brood «so, so much»

And you stay like this, in silent and holding onto each other, with his cock into you and your hands caressing at each other oh so softly, whispering sweet nothing into each other years. When you feel both of your juices slipping out of you Taehyung suddenly comes out, his hand reaching out to hold his cum into you.

«This is going to stay in here for a little» he murmurs, hand never leaving your entrance. Your cheeks burn for the action but he simply giggles and places a soft kiss on your nose.

«Keep it safe» he whispers, his other hand grasping at your wrist to bring it to your cunt. He rushes to your bedroom after he wears his boxers, making both sure that your baby isn’t awake and taking a new pair of panties for you.

«Here» he sits back on the couch and helps you put the cloth on, making sure that his cum doesn’t slip out of you during the process and setting your cheeks on fire.

«You make me so happy, noona. I want to make you as happy as you make me feel. Both you and that little scamp in our bedroom, and our new baby, if we’re going to have one. I promise you I’m going to be the best part of me for you» his voice soothes you and lulls you into a heavy sleep, tired from the best morning sex you’ve ever had.

«It sounds like a wedding vow» you scoff at him, but inside of you your heart is throbbing with fondness. Taehyung pouts at your giggle but he can’t hide his smile anymore when you reach out and pinch his hip.

«Did you just spoiled me your vow?» you scuff again. He shakes his head.

«Why are you like this? You could’ve just said you love me and made me smile but you choose to make fun of me. You’re rude, jagi» your hand wraps around his arm and you tug him on you with a beaming smile as he lets out a surprised yelp.

«You’re smiling anyway» you tip at his lips, caressing his dots. Taehyung pouts once again under your touch.

«Why am I still waiting for you to say something sweet?» he scoffs, shaking his head as he watches you smile big and bright.

«Because you’re an helpless romantic,» you whisper «you want me to tell you how much I love you? Fine.» your hands run though his hair, he gives in your touch, fully laying over your body with his head resting on your naked chest. Taking in a deep breath, you try to think of how to explain your love for him, but it really is hard. You find your self sighing as your mind keeps thinking, and when you take in another breath like it’s the only thing that keeps you from giving up, you find yourself smiling at him.

«I love you as much as I need air to live» you whisper. And it’s oh, so true.

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Why'd you only call me when you're high? (J.JK x Reader)

Drummer! Jungkook x Manager's daughter! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex,drugs and alcohol. Usage of foul language (like in most of my writings bc i talk like a roadman). Friends with benefits type of relationship. Kinda angsty but also fluffy if you search for the fluff with a magnifying glass.

Word count: 2222 (hehe,angel number go brr)

A/N: I promise,i will try to do some smut but i don't feel comfy enough to write it bc idk...i just cringe when i see my writing. So sorry if it isn't what you guys expect...

3:03 am

Your phone buzzed once again. It was for the 6th time tonight in a row,so even without looking at the device,it was safe to assume that the rockstar your dad managed was probably at some pub,hammered and not even being able to call a cab for himself so he called your number. Like usual. 3:04 am. It rang again. "What? It better be an emergency cause i swear to god if you're calling because you're dru-" his laugh was as intoxicating as the liquor he had sipped on some minutes ago. "Doll,listen...i need a ride...and since your dad is our manager,it would be greatly appreciated if you came for me..." a sigh left your lips as you hang up on him.

But Jungkook didn't stop pestering you. The drummer of V2J was a pain in the ass. As shy and awkward he was in his sober times,his horndog behaviour was equalising if not surpassing his normal behaviour when he was thrashed.

You picked up the call one more time when the familiar ringtone went off. "Hey,why are you so rude,dollface? Don't you know hangin-" your words cut off his as soon as he was trying to do his monologue. "Jungkook. Like how you said it so cleverly,MY DAD is the manager. Not me. Pester him at 3 am if you have some difficulties to go home,not his daughter. Thank you. I have an exam in two days, i have to study tomorrow. Or today because at this point of the night i can't say tomorrow,so let me get the 2 hours of sleep i could still get tonight if i go to sleep in less than 10 minutes.. Leave me alone. Call Taehyung or something,i don't care. Now please don't call me again. Thanks." Then the tune of the "Hang Up" option resonated in your room once again.

Truth be told, if it would've been the first time he calls you and asks you for help at 3 in the morning,you would've helped his dumbass out,but it wasn't the case. Whenever Jungkook had some nightly problems, you were the first target in his contact list. It wasn't the first time he called you to pick him up from somewhere or to let him stay at your place for the night because he lost his keys to his appartment after a wild escapade with his bandmates to the nearest club. And it never ended with him only sleeping on your couch. It usually started at the front door and ended with him sleeping an arm around you after fucking your brains out. If he had been serious about this whole weird relationship you had, it would've been official for more than a year now,but he has to keep his rockstar persona intact. So of course,you were nothing more than the daughter of his manager who was good enough to be fucked when he was drunk or high.

At 3:36,someone rang at the interphone of your home. When you got up from your bed with a huff,you were already seeing the tatted up boy's smirk on the camera in a mental image. And you weren't wrong. His smirk was present as soon as the little screen had lit up with his face so close to it,you though he was a toddler seeing an interphone for the first time in his life. "You really came here at 3 and a half? Jeon,for fucks sake. If i get down there,i'mma beat some sense into you,so you better start running now." He simply laughed,a noise of exasperation leaving his throat. "Aw...come on (Y/n)...let me in,i lost my keys..."

You pushed on the key button,you let him in again. At this point it was exthausing because you knew what this meant. And even if you wanted to deny it,your brain wanted this to stop,but your heart was yearning for him. "I swear to god Jungkook,if you come here again at 3 am,i will stick a pipe up your ass." You unlocked the door for him and let him enter your home.

Fatal mistake because he didn't even answer,he simply pushed you against the wall and looked into your eyes,foreheads touching. "And why would you do that sweetheart? Hm? I thought you liked when i come here...for you." You can't deny it,you fell for him over the months,you fell for this idiot who liked banana milk more than anything else,who drank whisky with more cola than he should because he hated alcohol but wanted to keep his bad boy persona. But the smell of a woman on him made your heart sink. "Jungkook,please...just go and take of your shoes,i will bring you a blanket and a pillow so you can sleep on the couch."

He took your words in a hurtful way,his expression changed from flirty to genuinely hurt. "So...we aren't sleeping together like always?" You scoffed and got out of his grip. "I don't even know why i let you in. If you wanted to get your dick sucked again,you could've called one of your groupies." You disappeared in your room to search for a blanket and pillow,not that you deemed him deserving of such comfort,but he was also keen to be shivering at night without a blanket so it would be better for him to get some warmth during the dark hours. With a shaky breath,you went back to the living room and placed the pillow and comforter on the couch. "(Y/n)...what's the matter?" No answer. You didn't want to answer his question,he wasn't worthy for an answer,but his insistance was made clear when he took your hand into his and brought you closer to him. "Please...(Y/n)...answer me,i'm getting worried at this point,what's the matter?" Inhaling some fresh oxygen as the lump in your throat was only getting tighter,it finally dawned on you. You were in love with him. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" The tears started to sting in your eyes,the drummer looked at you with a questioning expression. "High? What do you mean?" "Why'd you only call me and come here when your high?" After repeating your previous question,your voice cracked and all tears were let to flow down on your cheeks. "What? (Y/n) i really don't understand what you're talking about." "Why are you only showing interest in me when you're drunk and need to empty your balls. Is it more clear like that?" Jungkook's heart cracked at the sight of you crying because of him. He didn't want you to fall for him,not when he's at the peak of his career,but it would be a lie to say he didn't feel something for you.

"(Y/n)...come on,you know i can't be with someone. I thought that we both made this clear." His tattoed arms were still securely wrapped around you,stroking your back in the hopes of the action giving you some comfort,but as soon as you looked up to him with teary eyes,he couldn't help but let his waterworks flow too. Truth be told,Jungkook hated to see you sad,as awkward as the situation was right now,he hated seeing the one he fell for sad. "No,you made it clear for yourself. You're always acting nice with me,always closing any distance we had between us...no matter how hard i try to stay away from you,you suffocate me...if it was with hatred,it would be better,but it isn't. You're always here to fuck me up then rebuild me once you're sober. I fucking hate you for making me fall for you but i hate myself more for letting myself fall for you."

Your words were stinging. Even poisonous to his ears. Did you really hate him? And as much as it hurt him,it hurt you the same. You never really saw someone else in the hopes of being his one day,you won't blame it on him because you were the one in control of your own life,but every step you declined from someone else was to aliment the hope of being his one day. "I'm sorry...(Y/n)...i...i know you like me...but it won't work out. I do see you as more than just a friend with benefits,i do like you too...but...i can't be with you when i don't even know what tomorrow is made of." You tried to get out of his grip,but it only tightened and he brought your chin up with two fingers. "Listen,don't think i don't like you...if i didn't..you wouldn't be the first one i call to help me,fuck,i know i sound like an asshole for saying this but i do like you...i just..." he was getting ridiculous at this point and he knew it. "You just what? You don't want to miss out on someone else. I get it. You want your target list to be finished then crawl back to me when you're done." "(Y/n) it's not like tha-" you finally got out of his grip. "No. Don't say anything. I get it. But i won't be a second choice to anyone. Let alone you. Good night." You quickly wiped your tears away and went to your room,closing the door behind yourself,leaving Jungkook alone,in the dark living room.

He was tossing and turning for more than an hour now. You could hear it from your room how he was walking up and down the hall. 'I really fucked up.' he thought to himself and he wasn't wrong. You were probably the only person who would really go to hell and back for him and you were the only person he would do the same for. Then why was he acting like an asshole towards you now? Now that he was sure of your feelings,why did he have to break everything he tried to build? It couldn't end like that.

He softly knocked on your door,even if you told him to go away,he opened the door and lied down next to you,taking your body in his arms,nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck. "I'm sorry..." his soft lips placed a kiss on your neck and hands grabbed yours. "Sorry for what? For at least telling me the truth?" "(Y/n)...it's not like that...i just don't want to fuck things up. I prefer to fuck it up now than once we're together. I...i do love you...i heard the bells and the fireworks as soon as i saw you...but i don't want to fuck this up. Simply because i know how fans are,how groupies are. I prefer you seeing my fuckboy image than the real me,as much as i hate it though." You turned around,facing him,still in his clutch. "Well too late dumbass,i fell for the awkward and nice you,the one i see during studio hours,during practice,not this...whole flirty fuckboy persona that i get to see at every thursday at 3 am." He inhaled then kissed your forehead,bringing you closer to him. "It's too late for me to ask you to be my girlfriend...right? I don't want things to end...and,if the only way for me to stay with you is to put that image aside,i'm willing to do it." You sighed. He was still in the wrong. You didn't want him to change for you,but for him. To be himself again. "Jungkook,you don't understand...i want you to be you. I don't want you to rush into things because you don't want to lose me. Plus,you might not like a relationship,so if you don't want one right now,then leave me alone and don't make me fall for you more."

He shut you up before you could go on your monologue with a kiss. Not a rushed one like usually. But a soft one. One that tasted like cigarettes,monster,alcohol and love. "I love you...and starting a relationship now...or in 5 years...it won't change shit...no matter what i think now. I...after thinking about it...what you said...you're right. If i don't jump in right now...what will it change in 2 or 5 years? Nothing...i will still be the same if i don't change now." His frown turned into a small smile when he felt your nose in his neck,a light peck on his skin and your hands on his back. "So...you really want to start something with me...out of love and not out of pity?" He smacked the back of your head,out of habit but also out of outrage,he didn't want you to think he was doing this out of pity. "You dumbass,i want to be with you. I really want to. Out of love. Not because i pity you. You are probably the only person who would accept my headassery...and i love you. So please...don't ever think i would do this brcause of pity." You simply laughed,still sniffing a little bit and cupped his cheeks. "Good,because...i love you too." He kissed you first,again. Now with more passion though. His hands roaming around your back and ribcage,then on your waist,he couldn't help but pull you closer,until it couldn't be done anymore. "I know you do...now...shouldn't we sleep..? Because it's half past five...and you have to wake up at 10 so you can study..." You kissed his neck once more then placed your head on his chest. "It's already almost 6..might as well watch some cartoons and eat breakfast,no?" Jungkook's face lit up like a child's at the candy store. "Now i know why i heard the bells and the fireworks when i saw you."

I hope you guys enjoyed this,i kinda made it longer than most of my writings,but i still hope it's okay!

My requests are always open,so please,if you have something to request,i am more than happy to do it!

#bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook #bts au #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts angst #bts fluff #rockstar bts au #drummer au #bts drummer au #jungkook drummer au

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Only glancing up for a split second he caught you looking at him from across the table, hurrying to gulp down the substance before the two of you could lock eyes. Peeking behind the floral centerpiece, you watched as he drank glass after glass of Demonus, by the time dinner was served he’d had at least 4 glasses. As many times you sat at this dinner table, not once have you seen him drink this much.

And you weren’t the only one that noticed...

Lucifer had also noticed this, growing just as concerned. He placed a hand on Leviathan's shoulder as he caught him reaching for the bottle for the 6th time that night.

“Is there something wrong my dear brother?” he inquired

Levi just looked at him, not even knowing how to respond to the question.

How was he to tell his elder brother that he had fallen in love with the human exchange that just so happened to be leaving his arms tomorrow morning

“I think you’ve had enough demonus for tonight, if you want we can talk later" Lucifer tells him.

“No, just one more” Leviathan said to himself

He tried so desperately to break the bottle free from the eldest brother's grasp, only his hold was strong.

Lucifer did not want to make a scene here, especially in front of Diavolo

“I don’t think you want to defy my orders Leviathan, now let go before you embarrass me in front of Diavolo”

Levi’s grip tightened around the neck of the bottle, trying to pry his brother’s fingers off of the bottle, but with no luck. Letting it slip from his fingers, falling into Lucifer’s hand. It took him all the strength he had to hold back his demon form, and quarreling with his older brother

You cunningly watched everything that happened from across the table, peeking out the corner of your eye as you chatted with Simeon about his gift.

Part of you wanted to cry, assuming that you were the one that caused the whole problem. Asking in your mind “is it something I did or said to him?”

Though you worked to keep your spirits up, at least until later on in the evening.

The effects of the demonus deepend, by now his problem was far away from his mind, but so was the confidence he had been hoping to obtain from this.

The evening dreaded on, and by the time dinner was over you found Leviathan rushing off to his room.

You quietly slip away from the group, going up to your own now empty room. Shutting the door and carefully taking a seat on the side of the bed.

- I'mma probably edit this section later on tonight or in the morning :D

I cannot wait for this. My heartttt, bro 😭

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foolscapper · 4 years ago

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Spn prompt! I have a HUGE love of incoherent/delirious Sam and panicking/worried Dean, whether it's head injury, curse, blood loss, or dangerously high fever 👉👈

Your wish is my command! It ended up... longer than anticipated... but here you are! Unbeta’d, we die like men. This is weechesters and involves a kid being hurt, so if that’s something that’d bother anyone, feel free to skip over this!

(Posted to Archiveofourown as well.)

Sylvester Sharpe turned from the beat up Ford truck he'd parked on the corner of A Street and Cotton Circle after a voice coolly demanded his attention. The boy that met his critical stare was about half his age — youthful, maybe somewhere between sixteen or eighteen: dirty-blonde hair; strange old necklace; a charcoal black Led Zeppelin T-shirt, darker with sweat around a neckline littered with holes that implied he really loved that goddam shirt. Sylvester furrowed his brow, put out his cigarette on the lip of a truck bed full of trash and beer bottles and stolen shit he'd been selling to good buddies who know a thing or two about loose lips getting busted, and squinted at the boy like he were pea-sized.

"What?" Sylvester said, the clipped sound one of impatience.

"I said," the freckled boy replied back, terse, "Do they call you 'Sly' around here?"

Sylvester snorted, loose-limbed and careless and ready to move on to the nearest liquor store to get a new pack of Marlboros. He turned toward his open truck door to move along. He said, "Yeah, I'm Sly."

The kid lunged, and they were on ground in a few seconds flat.

An old man in an ivy cap walking his dog watched as the teenager started to beat the ever-loving shit out of him.

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You don't mess around when it comes to concussions. Concussions are traumatic brain injuries — sometimes it doesn't feel like that, because you think "oh, well, they just shook some screws loose; they just have some stars circling around their head, and they'll be fine in a few hours". But real life ain't cartoons.

If there's one thing you could give their old man credit for, it was that he never undervalued a trip to the ER when it came to the safekeeping of his son's brains. Dean had a concussion before, himself. Just before he turned fifteen; got thrown into a wall by a ghost before returning back to their hotel room and vomiting his guts out in a toilet not even worth pissing in. Sam had been about eleven, casting the kindest and most worried shadow over the hunch of Dean's back, rubbing his shoulders and nervously parroting Dad about how he absolutely shouldn't go to sleep, no matter how much he slurred he wanted to.

Dad looked up the nearest ER and drove him down.

The nurses had to stand there with their mouths in a thin, concerned line while Dean rambled on and on about how he'd caught a Chupacabra in a giant net once in Texas and ganked a vampire last week in Pasadena. And, of course, Dean also asked where Sam was — over and over and over and over — until Sam had to lean forward in his waiting room chair and wave at him, a constant reminder that he hasn't been left behind anywhere. Sam had tired lines around his mouth, then, and worry in his eyes that had been overcast with exhaustion. That's one of the few things Dean could remember about that night. Just thinking, 'Man, Sammy, why you look so tired?'

If he hadn't been so fucking concussed, the answer'd be obvious.

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Stuck in some half-dead town in Nevada in the summer of '95, Dean was more than a little restless; Dad had left them to go wipe a vampire nest a few small towns south, and apparently Dean hadn't been "big britches" enough to handle a hunt of that scope yet. Which was total horseshit, because he was sixteen; he could outdrink any old chump at the bar and he'd gotten a kill list so long that it rivaled a suburban mom's grocery list.

They settled into an apartment with no furniture save for a two-seated couch and some mattresses — and exactly two months worth of rent covered with no plans to renew — but at least it also had a television with a few channels, too. Sweating from the heat, he traded the urge to hunt with the privilege of kicking up his feet and watching The People's Court. School had ended an hour or so before, but Sammy'd stayed behind for some extracurricular club he'd been practically vibrating to join, and Dean had no plans to shoot it down while Dad wasn't around to comment on it.

There was a small struggle at the front door to unlock it, and Dean listened with a quirked eyebrow.

"You forget how human hands work, Stuart Little?"

The door creaked open a fraction in response, and then stayed that way for a moment. Through the sliver of open air, Dean heard a small sob that made his stomach fall through the couch, and as he swung himself up onto his feet Sam walked through the door and nearly right into him — it was easy to see why, because his right eye was completely swollen shut, purpled and shiny. Dry blood clung under his nose and matted one side of his head, and he swayed on his feet when Dean's hands jolted out to grab his shoulders. The kid's backpack was nowhere to be seen. Probably dropped and abandoned.

"Sam. Sammy." His hand reached to touch, and he found the bloody, clumped hair hid a lump the size of a golf ball, split and oozing. The kid shuddered with pain, and tears continued to leak down one side of his face. The fear mutates and splits off, leaving a new, fresh wave of emotion: fury. This isn't a monster. These aren't claw marks or some bruise caused by a furious ghost. Some punk-ass kids must have jumped him at the school and left him like this. And his brother walked all the way back here like that. He would even bet they aren't Sam's age. Sam wouldn't have let them do this without a hell of a fight.

He could barely stop the snarl of his lips, the cold calmness. "... Sam, who did this?"

"I don't..." Sam licked his lips, looking around like he wasn't sure where he was. Garbled words took time to form with a tied tongue. Dean could bet if he peeled the other eye open, the pupils would be mismatched in size. "I don't remember. I'm... I don't know. Dean."

The fury had to wait. He moved to walk Sam to the couch, planted him there and squeezed his brother's shoulder; another cold wave of outrage washed over him when Sam winced in pain, like something was hurt there, too. "It's okay. It's okay, little brother, just don't move. I'm going to clean you up, and we're gonna — get you to the urgent care. You hear me? It'll only take a minute."

He got the first aid from the bare kitchen cabinet, dug around for all the things he'd been familiar grabbing any time Dad had gotten his bell rang. He fumbled with the supplies with all the grace Sam had opening the front door. Uttered a sorry before he carefully pressed the gel icepack to Sam's eye. The other eye locked onto him, red and wet, glazed with delirium.

"Dean," Sam wept, and Dean had to focus hard to make out what he was saying: "Dean, I think I'm dead... I tried to find help, but nobody — nobody stopped... I think they can't see me. I think I'm a ghost."

Jesus. Yeah, the kid was concussed. Bad.

"No way. Not my little brother. Never gonna let that happen." His smile was strained as he grabbed Sam's wrist and raised the hand to the boy's own face. "Ghosts aren't big on crying, right? The salt would burn like a bitch."

"Dean..."

"Yeah?"

"My ears're weird... Sounds weird," he admitted weakly, like he'd done something wrong.

"It's okay, dude. You're concussed."

"... Oh." Sam sat for a moment. Looked around the small, unlived space. The People's Court was moving into a commercial. "Dean... Don' tell Dad. Don't tellem I messed up."

Dean pressed a palm to Sam's chest, his thumb gently rubbing the hill of his collarbone to soothe him. Usually about now they'd be wrestling over some stupid fight, or he'd be getting him into a headlock to test his reflexes, or Sam'd be throwing pencils at him for interrupting his train of thought at the kitchen table.

"You didn't mess anything up. I promise." It was a Herculean effort to keep his hands soft and caring, because all they wanted to do now was rip someone to pieces. He was gonna. As soon as Sam was good, he was gonna split his knuckles knocking someone's teeth out. He was gonna paint the dirt with it. Gonna blacken both eyes and bleed both nostrils and break a few things in someone's body.

... But only after making sure Sammy'd be alright.

Sam was missing a backpack and about forty bucks in money he'd earned from mowing lawns for the balding, dorky librarian living across the street. That same librarian ushered the boys into the back seat of her Sedan and made a beeline for the nearest ER. With Sam leaning against him, his knobby elbow jutting into his ribs, Dean answered a question nervously asked from the driver's seat.

"I don't know who did it. But I'm real good at hunting down whatever I got to."

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There was a gratifying sound of Sylvester's skull hitting the side of his own truck after Dean threw him into it headlong. Storming forward, he doesn't hesitate to pick Sly back up by his flannel jacket to do it all over again. "Taking from the grown-ups not good enough for you?! You think you can fucking steal from kids, huh?! Think you can beat up some kid a third your size, huh?! You fuck—"

Wheezing, Sylvester tried to drag himself up into the driver's seat of his truck, a feeble effort to escape his punishments. A small crowd from a barbershop across the street formed, but kept their distance — older ladies mostly who knew better than to put their hands between a dog fight. Dean ignored them to grab Sylvester by the front of his collar and hoist him a foot up from the seat he'd slumped on. Their faces were inches apart, so that he could look into hazel eyes seeing red. "If I ever see you again, I'mma kill you. Do you understand? Do I make myself clear? I'll sleep like a baby after."

Sylvester didn't reply, but he did moan in pain, and Dean considered that an answer. He dropped him and stepped over his heaving chest with dust-stained boots to retrieve a backpack out of the truck bed. Then he reached into the man's jean pocket with swelling knuckles, digging more than forty dollars out of the billfold he finds there and shoving the wad into his own pocket. Then he chucked the rest of the wallet across the unleased dirt field.

"Go fuck yourself," Dean said finally, and left just as he'd come.

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Dean and Sam could barely fit on the apartment's couch together, legs crammed together under a quilted blanket while the television had cast an ever-changing glow over them. Sam's face was still a mess of Dean's least favorite colors, but now he could see both of his eyes, and that helped loosen the knot in his stomach. John had been called from the ER, told the story from front to back, and he filled the teenager with grim vindication when he complimented Dean's recent successful hunt.

The verdict: a 24-hour observation in the hospital, during which John Winchester strode in to keep vigilant watch over Dean as he kept vigilant watch over Sam; he hadn't stopped watching him since they'd gotten home after, either. Dean could hear his father's snores through the door into the one bedroom. Who knows when the last time Dad slept had been; he'd come straight back from the end of the destroyed vamp nest, no pitstops.

"... Dean?" Sam asked after him, wearily. If he had a nickel for every time the boy said it today, he'd be a millionaire. But there was an awareness in Sam's eyes this time that had been frighteningly missing earlier, as he stared at him from across the short couch. In the ER, it had taken a lot of coaxing and promising that Sam wasn't as dead as he'd thought he was, and now Dean was very confident he finally believed it a day late and a dollar short.

"Yeah?"

"Your hands."

He glanced down at the bruised, scraped up knuckles, and just shook his head at the sight of Sam's apprehension; he hadn't told Sam exactly what happened, but his brother was smart. Smarter than most people who came and went in their lives. Smarter than Dean had ever felt he could be. He sighed as he flexed his hands. "Don't worry. I'm not going to jail for murder or anything. Just... rest, okay?"

Sam's chin sunk into the blanket. Not appeased, but relenting.

The battered kid mumbled, "You're the one who looks tired," then he smiled in that way that made Dean regret his bleeding heart. Dean's mouth opened for a moment, then closed. He played it off as best he could, but the rough emotion in the way he glanced aside and rubbed a hand down his mouth was hardly subliminal. "Yeah, well. Sometimes worrying too much is exhausting, dude."

Sam bit his lip. "I'll try not to worry you as much, then."

Dean reached out, patted the bony knee near his.

"... I might have to hold you to that."

But really? He would never.

#spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #weechesters #preseries #spn prompts #spn fanfic #hurt!sam #hurt/comfort #warning for injured child!!!

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 5 years ago

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Pretty Boy

Steve x Billy

SMUT (oral, male x male)

When Billy's dad beats him up real bad, Billy has nowhere left to go. Eventually he decides to go over to Steve's, who takes care of more than his bruises.

Steve was home alone, again. He wasn't expecting anyone, so when he heard a car pull up to his driveway he got up to the window to check it out.

He groaned when he saw that it was the familiar camaro. He made his way out the door just when Billy was making his way out of his car.

"What do you want, Hargrove?"

He sighed, but then the blond turned around. Steve couldn't help but let out a gasp when he saw Billy's beat in face, he looked like hell.

He also looked a lot less confident than ususal, Steve thought he looked almost... scared?

"Holy shit, what happened to you?"

Steve rushed over to him and reached up a hand to touch the bruise on Billy's eye socket, but before he could, Billy grabbed his wrist. He was trembling and Steve could see the tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Come on inside"

Steve whispered and started walking back to his house. Billy followed, still holding on to Steve's wrist.

Steve walked right up to the bathroom and sat Billy down on the edge of the bathtub. He got out his first aid kit and poured some rubbing alcohol on a cotton wad.

"I'mma clean this, okay?"

Steve muttered, but he got no response. He started cleaning the cut above his eye, a little awkwardly, and then the one on his cheek, and the one on his lip, the one in his neck, the ones on his hands...

"Shit man, someone seriously messed you up, huh?"

Billy looked up at him slowly, the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes at any moment.

"My dad"

he whispered, just barely audible.

"What?" Steve looked absolute horrified. "You're dad did this to you?"

Billy nodded, he could feel his chest tightening. He was terrified of telling Steve this. He'd never told anybody and now here he was, spilling his biggest darkest secret to fucking King Steve. And to make matters a lot worse, he was about to cry.

"That piece of shit!" Steve hissed. He ran his hand through his hair in that angry way he always did when he was frustrated.

He was about to say some nasty shit about Billy's dad but then he saw the tears starting to slip from the wounded boy.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay" he said quickly, dropping to his knees and wiping the tears away. He was surprised when Billy leant into his touch.

"'S gonna be okay, Hargrove."

Billy closed his eyes and lightly placed his hand over Steve's. Steve's breath hitched.

Steve knew that it was probably wrong, but he felt sparks every time he looked at the curly haired boy in front of him. He was gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous... Even with his swollen and bloody face.

Being this close to him clouded Steve's judgment. The feeling of his warm hand on his, the smell of his cigarettes and cologne...

Before Steve realized what he was doing he'd pressed his lips to Billy's swollen ones.

It was only a quick peck before he was being pushed back roughly.

Billy had a tight hold on his shoulders as he looked at him, open mouth and blue eyes as big as his mother's china plates.

Steve thought for sure Billy was gonna punch his lights out, but nothing happened. Steve looked at the blue-eyed boy closely and saw that he looked even more terrified than when he had arrived at his place.

Slowly, Steve reached his hand to the boy's cheek again. Billy flinched, but he didn't retract.

"What are you doing?" He asked hoarsely, his voice catching in his throat.

Steve chuckled softly "Wasn't it obvious?"

Billy shot him a look that made it clear to Steve that now was not the time for joking.

"I uh... I don't really know what I'm doing" Steve smiled awkwardly "Just that I wanted to"

"Really?" Billy looked at him suspiciously, like he couldn't believe that this was real.

"Wouldn't have done it otherwise" Steve shrugged simply.

Billy looked like he wanted to say something, but Steve could tell that he was choking.

"Still want to" he added, so that Billy didn't have to come out and say it.

Billy swallowed harshly before he whispered

"Okay."

Steve thought for sure that he was dreaming, but he dove at the chance anyway.

He crashed his lips to Billy's, but immediately decreased the pressure when he heard Billy hiss, he'd forgotten about the busted lip.

Softer this time, Steve pressed his lips on Billy's, moving them slowly. He could taste the stale cigarette smoke on his lips and he had never liked the taste of cigarettes more. Billy slowly moved his lips in sync with Steve's.

They kept up the slow pace for a while, still figuring this out, both still feeling insecure. Steve traced his thumb over Billy's cheek before running his fingers through his blond curls.

He ran his tongue over the cut on Billy's lip, making Billy gasp faintly. Steve took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Billy's mouth. He could feel Billy tensing under his touch for just a second before he kissed him back.

The kiss was soft but passionate, as both guys were getting used to the new sensation.

When Billy tugged on the back of Steve's locks, the brunet let out a loud groan and pulled away panting.

"Shit, Hargrove" he whispered.

He looked at Billy intently, his eyes blown with lust.

"Tell me to stop, okay?"

He said before slowly snaking his hands down to Billy's belt buckle.

He undid it while cupping Billy's length through his pants, earning a gasp from him.

"Harrington, wait" Billy took hold of Steve's wrist again.

"Y-you don't have to do this" he said softly.

Steve smiled back at those gorgeous ocean blue eyes and whispered "I know, but I want to." He pulled Billy down for another quick peck "I want to do this for you."

Billy bit his lip and nodded his head almost undetectably.

Steve's face split into a giant doofy smile before he reached his hand down into Billy's boxers and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few slow strokes. He pushed the blond's pants and boxers down a little, letting his erection spring free.

Steve wrapped his hand around him and started stroking at a steady pace. He noticed that Billy was biting his lip, trying to stifle the moans Steve was pulling from him.

"Don't go holding back on my account, now" Steve smirked smugly before swiftly running his tongue along Billy's length.

His cocky grin only got wider when Billy groaned rather loudly and muttered "Fucking hell, Steve" under his breath.

Steve had never heard his name sound so good. Steve moved his head back down on him, swirling his tongue around Billy's head. He started bobbing his head up and down, wrenching the most delicious noises he'd ever heard out of Billy.

He wrapped his hand around the base of Billy's dick, stroking the part of him that he couldn't fit into his mouth. Billy tangled his hands into Steve's hair, tugging on his locks roughly.

Steve looked up, locking eyes with Billy, while still moving his head down on him.

"Holy shit" Billy moaned before throwing his head back, the sight of Steve's gorgeous eyes on his while he was taking down his cock was too much to handle.

Steve released him with a pop, still using his hand to stroke him.

"What's the matter, pretty boy?"

He quipped smugly before sinking his mouth back down on him.

Billy let out a strangled chuckle at the pet name and looked down at Steve darkly.

"What's the matter is that I've never had anyone so pretty take my dick so damn well, Harrington."

Steve swore he could have choked on Billy's cock right then, his filthy mouth nearly giving him a heart attack.

He looked up at Billy again, meeting his dark, lust-blown eyes. Billy wasn't looking away this time, relishing in the deer-in-headlights look Steve was giving him.

Billy cupped his cheek and his touch was softer than Steve had ever imagined Billy could be capable of, but the look in his eyes still made him shiver. There was nothing soft about that, that look had that hint of wolfishness in it that was innate in Billy. That look warned Steve that whatever it was Billy was planning on doing, it may well be the death of him.

The soft touch of Billy's fingers moved over his cheek, his neck, through his hair, until finally it settled on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Steve couldn't surpress a moan at the soft sensation, sending vibrations straight to Billy's dick.

"You like that, pretty boy?" Billy licked his lips. "Like it when I'm soft with you? Like it when I reward you for doing such a fucking great job?"

Steve didn't know what was happening, he usually wasn't all that fond of talking in the bedroom. He never would have imagined that hearing Billy's low, gravelly voice praising him like that could turn him on that badly. He felt like he was on cloud nine and he was never coming down, but then he felt Billy's grip on his neck tighten.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart."

Steve nodded to the best of his abilities, not even wanting to let go of Billy long enough to answer. He had never wanted to please anyone so badly in his life. He couldn't wait to make Billy cum, to make him feel good, to have him tell Steve that he did good.

He could feel that Billy was getting close, could feel the tension building with every stroke, every lick.

"That's right, pretty boy, you're doing so well. Got me so goddamn close, fuck, gonna cum real soon" Billy grumbled between moans.

Steve picked up his pace even more, going down on Billy like his life depended on it. Billy's hands were tangled in his hair again and his breathing was getting shallow.

Steve only slowed his pace when he felt the familiar pulsation beneath him as Billy reached his orgasm.

"Oh fuck" he moaned loudly, sounding almost obscene.

Steve was still slowly bobbing his head when the warm liquid spilled into his mouth, he swallowed around Billy's cock, making Billy wince slightly. With a few last lazy strokes he pumped the excess liquid into his mouth before finally removing his mouth with a soft pop.

Billy was sat there, panting in post-orgasmic bliss, looking down at Steve with those magnificent blue eyes as he whispered "Shit, Steve, that was so good. You did so well, pretty boy."

Steve could feel his stomach flutter furiously, if he wasn't careful that guy really was going to be the death of him.

Steve scrambled to his feet before plopping down next to Billy on the edge of the tub. He snuggled close to Billy's side, feeling more content than he had in a long time.

It wasn't until he heard Billy whisper his name that he noticed how fast his heart was beating.

He looked up at Billy, who was... blushing? Could that be right?

"What...? What just happened here?" Billy's voice was soft and almost delicate, he sounded more insecure than Steve had ever heard him.

Steve shot back a coy smile "Didn't think I'd have to explain that to you"

"Steve" Billy's voice hitched at the back of his throat, trailing off softly. "I like you, fuck I thought I just made it very clear how much I like you. And, like, I don't wanna freak you out or anything, but I don't want this to be just like a one time thing or whatever"

He could see the confused look etched on Billy's face.

"What's the matter?"

"You actually like me?"

Steve let out a chuckle. "Asked myself that a couple of times too, you're kind of an ass, y'know? But I couldn't help it, I actually, really like you"

"Sorry f'r being such an ass all the time. I, uhm, I like you too."

He really was blushing, Steve thought he looked absolutely adorable. Steve looked into his eyes deeply and saw that they looked softer than he had ever seen them before.

He ran his fingers through Billy's blond curls softly before he slowly pressed his lips to Billy's again. The kiss was soft, but more secure this time, more intimate.

After a few moments Steve pulled back enough to rest his forehead against Billy's. "You could stay here tonight if you want to" Billy smiled and nodded gratefully.

"C'mon" Steve grabbed his hand and pulled him to his bed. They climbed under the covers together and cuddled up to each other. It didn't take long for Billy to drift to sleep.

Steve knew that dating Billy was not going to be easy, but as he lay there, watching him sleep and looking so incredibly peaceful, he knew that it would damn well be worth it.

#haringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington smut #haringrove smut #billy x steve #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington smut #billy hargrove smut #harringrove #harringrove smut

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #532: Mario and Friends React to Them Acting Crazy in Strikers Charged (SSBU)

Mario

Mario: (Starts Growling in Anger..... Only to Calm Himself Down by Taking a Few Deep Breaths on Screen)

Samus: (Turns to Mario) You seem to calmed yourself down pretty quickly there.

Fox: Yeah. To be honest, I was kind of expecting you get a bit more mad there, Mario.

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Well, you see, Peach was the one who actually taught me to deep breaths exercises. Especially in sports games.

Samus: (Genuinely Surprised) Really?

Peach: (Smiles Brightly) That's right! I wanna make sure my handsome knight in shining armor doesn't get himself stressed out too easily.

Mario: (Smiles Brightly) I was meaning to thank you for that, Peach. I really think this exercise is working pretty good so far.

Peach: (Hugs Mario's Arm with an Heartwarming Smile) You don't need to thank me for that, dear~ You know full well that your health and happiness are the two things that are most important to me, right?~

Mario: (Kiss the top of Peach's Forehead) Of course, dear~

Luigi

Luigi: (Grits his Teeth in Anger Towards the Screen All While One of his Eyes Starts Twitching) I....am.... Luigi.......

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Damn, boy.....I never seen you get this pissed before...

Cloud: Neither does any of us. (Frowns a Little) Did someone say anything to you during the game that made you that upset?

Luigi: (Shrugged) Maybe? (Chuckles Lightly) Honestly, it's so been long since any of us been on that soccer field that I don't really remember quite a lot of what happened there. Other than growing big that one time-

Daisy: (Immediately Hugs Luigi)

Luigi: (Taken a bit Back By Daisy's Sudden Hug) D-Daisy?

Daisy: Luigi, you know that if there's anything that is bothering you.....(Looks Up to Luigi with a Sad and Nurturing Look on her Face) I'm always here to listen and help, right?

Mario: (Place his Hand on Luigi's Shoulder) So as Peach and I as well, bro.

Peach: (Nodded with a Worried Frown)

Tifa: (Frowns Worryingly Along with Everyone Else in the Living Room) And the rest of us too. We're always here for you whenever you need us, Luigi. That's a promise.

Dedede: That's right. And I'mma smack someone in the head with a mallet if anyone talk shit about you, boy! That's also a promise.

Luigi: Guys, you have nothing to worry about here. I mean, sure, maybe something did happened during the game that made me upset that day...a-and maybe I do have a few people looking down on me every now and then, but I promise you I'm perfectly okay now that I have all of you with me in my life.

Daisy: (Snuggles onto Luigi) We believe you, sweetie. We just wanted make extra sure that you're loved and appreciated here.

Luigi: (Smiles Softly) I know. I love you guys.

Daisy: (Gives Luigi a Loving Kiss on the Lips with a Smile) We love you too, Weegie~ So much~

Peach

Peach: (Starts Stomping Around in Anger Before Crying on Screen)

Bayonetta: Goodness. (Starts Smirking Playfully Towards Peach) I never realized our sweetheart of a princess became such a brat in this one~

Palutena: (Starts Snickering) I know, right? This almost seem so surreal yet so funny to watch.

Peach: (Facepalms While Blushing in Embarrassment) I was really hoping you all wouldn't see that.....

Samus: So.....(Starts Smirking Towards the Princess as Well) you mind giving us a rundown on what's happening on that screen?

Peach: ('Sigh') I was only trying to get into characteron the soccer field, okay?! (Crossed her Arms and Begins to Pout) I didn't want anyone to think of me as just an ordinary, boring princess. So I figured I act more like a drama queen of sorts.....I think it worked too well in my opinion.......

Fox: (Watches Peach Yelling at one of her Teammates Before Stomping Around Again on Screen) It definitely shows alright.....

Daisy

Daisy: Hot stuff! (Place Her Thumb on the Side of her Butt, Which Cause it to Sizzle) Yeah~

'Silence'

Cloud: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Did we..... Seriously just watched that?

Tifa: (Eyes Widened) Yep......

Dedede: (Eyes Widened) Y'all, I'm having so many feelings on this right now it ain't even funny......

Samus: (Facepalm while Sighing) What the hell was that, Daisy?

Daisy: (Chuckles Awkwardly) Sorry you guys had to see that. I...uhh....really don't have a excuse for this one....

Luigi: You know......

Daisy: (Turns to Luigi) Hm?

Luigi: I...for one....(Starts Blushing while Smiling a Little) Adore your "Hot Stuff", dear.

Daisy: (Stares at Luigi for a Couple of Seconds Before Giving him a Seductive Smirk) Oho~ You do now, huh?~

Luigi: Yeah. (Starts Smirking a Little as Well) I always have~

Daisy: You know.....(Seductively Sat On Luigi's Lap) I wouldn't mind giving you that "Hot Stuff" right now if you like, my sweet, handsome Weegie~ (Ruffles the top of Luigi's Hair)

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I would love that very much, my strong, beautiful princess-

Mario/Peach: NO SEXY TIME IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!!!!

Daisy: (Glares Back at Mario and Peach) Ah what?!!

Luigi: (Glares at Mario and Peach as Well) Ah come on, you guys!! Why can't you just-

Mario: (Giving Luigi a Hard Piercing Glare) Luigi........

Peach: (Giving Daisy a Hard Piercing Glare as Well) Daisy.........

Luigi: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay.......

Daisy: (Sighs Loudly While Getting Off of Luigi's Lap) Fiiiiiiiiiine......(Resume Back to Snuggling with her Man) But we're still cuddling!!!

Luigi: Yeah!

Yoshi

Yoshi: (Starts Yelling in a Somewhat Gibberish Language on Screen)

Cloud: Does anyone has any idea what he's saying here?

Samus: Nope.

Fox: No clue.

Dedede: That would be a "no" for me, boy.

Daisy: (Noticed Yoshi Making his Way to the Front Door) Hey! Sweetie!

Yoshi: (Turns to Daisy) Yeah, mom?

Daisy: (Points at the TV) Do you have any idea what you were saying here?

Yoshi: (Turns to the TV and sees Himself Yelling and Grumbling in Literal Gibberish) Uhh....I guess it stands for "We'll beat you next time"? (Shrugged) I dunno.....

Daisy: Thanks, sweetie!

Yoshi: (Opens the Front Door and Walk Outside) You're welcome.

'Door Close'

Daisy: (Turns Back to Everyone Else in the Living Room) What do you guys think? Seems accurate enough?

Samus: (Shrugged) Eh. It'll do.

Donkey Kong

DK: (Begins to Whimper in Sadness and Fear as He Starts Running Away on Screen)

Tifa: (Immediately Starts Feeling Bad for Donkey Kong) Awwwww.... Poor DK......I wish I could give him a hug and tell him everything will be okay.....

Cloud: (Shrugged) Eh. I'm sure he'll be fine. He is Donkey Kong after all.

Tifa: True.....But I still can't help but feel a little bad.

Cloud: (Smiles a Little) You know, Tifa, this is what I love about you the most. (Kiss the top of Tifa's Forehead) You're always nice and caring towards other.

Tifa: (Smiles Softly as She Snuggle Onto Cloud) That's what I love about you too, Cloud~

Cloud: (Chuckle Lightly) Come on now. I'm not that nice.

Tifa: (Pouts at Cloud While Cuddling with Him) Don't try to deny it with me, mister. You are good boi and a sweetheart too!~

Cloud: (Sighs while Smiling a Little) Yeah, yeah. I know.

Diddy Kong

Diddy: (Happily Cartwheels on Screen)

Dedede: You know, I've been noticing something.....

Fox: (Raised an Eyebrow) Like what?

Dedede: Diddy's theme song. It sounds psychedelic.

Fox: (Starts Hearing Diddy Kong's Theme Song on Screen) Huh. You're right. I wonder why he chose that style music....I always thought he was more into hip-hop if anything.

Dedede: (Shrugged) Maybe he was trying to be psychic.

Fox: Maybe.....

Wario

Wario: (Holds a Bob-Omb on Screen....) I give up.....(Which Explodes on his Face)

'Silence'

Dedede: (Eyes and Mouth Open Widen in Complete Shock) Did....Did that boy just took a Bob-Omb to the face? Over just a soccer game?!

Samus: I know, right? The crazy thing about it is that their soccer game isn't even over yet.

Luigi: It's true......This all happened in the first half of the game.

Dedede: Man, WHAT THE FUCK-

Waluigi

Waluigi: (Does a Dance Alongside his Teammates on Screen) Wa-Lu-igi! Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

Cloud: The hell kind of dance is that?

Peach: It's the "Waluigi Dance".

Samus: (Raised an Eyebrow) The Waluigi Dance?.....

Luigi: Yep. It was actually well known at the time.......it only lasted in a couple of weeks though.

Fox: Never thought I would see the day that Waluigi invented an actual dance craze before....

Peach: Well, in all fairness, some of us have seen him dance before. (Smiles Softly) I for think he's a decent dancer.

Waluigi: CHEESE! (Punches the Camera on Screen)

Dedede: Well, goddamn, Waluigi! Where the hell was all of that anger when you didn't get invited to the tournament?!

Palutena: (Shrugged) I guess some people don't have that same kind of energy anymore.

Everyone: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah.

Bowser

Bowser: (Fiddling his Sharpen Claws Together while Laughing Evilly on Screen)

Tifa: I wonder where Bowser get those sharp claws from.....

Samus: He probably made them in scratch.

Tifa: ..........(Shrugged) Yeah. I can believe that.

Bayonetta: (Glares at the Screen) Oh sure. He has ALL the time in the world to sharpen his claws....(Immediately Gets Even More Angrier) But when it comes to cleaning his own fucking mess, he does nothing but lay down, sleep, and let Palutena and I do ALL THE DAMN WORK!!!-

Palutena: (Immediately Gives Bayonetta a Nice Shoulder Massage) Easy there, girl. Calm down. You get worked up way too easy when it comes to us and Bowser. (Kisses Bayonetta's Cheeks Lovingly) Feeling better?

Bayonetta: (Smiles Softly and Relaxingly While Blushing) Much better~ (Turns Around and Gives Palutena a Loving Kiss on the Lips) Thank you, darling~

Palutena: (Smiles Softly) Anytime, dear~

Bowser Jr.

Bowser Jr: (Starts Acting A Lot More Confident and Cool on Screen)

Peach: Awwwwwwwwwww~ He's so adorable when he has confidence in himself.

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. Must've got it from his father.

Samus: Or one of his siblings.

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Maybe.

Petey Piranha

Petey: (Starts Doing Limbo on Screen)

Palutena: You know..... Petey looks less scarier the more I see him like this.

Mario: (Smiles Brightly) That's right. We were able to convince him to have more fun and enjoy himself in sports games.

Petey: (Eats one of His Teammates Whole and Then Spits Him Out on Screen)

Mario: We couldn't stop him from eating people though.

Samus: Yeesh....

Reaction Over.....

Dedede: Man, Y'all are taking these sports into a whole new level of craziness

Fox: Yeah.....This might be the most insane one we've seen yet.

Peach: ('Sigh') Well, rest assured, this is definitely the last time we take any of these sports seriously. I think we've all finally grown past that phase by now.

Daisy: In other words: We're getting too old for this shit.

Luigi: Yep.

Cloud: Well I'm glad you guys are able to calm yourselves down in more sport titles. ('Scoffs') Could you imagine how things would be like if any of us acted like that?

Dedede: The town wouldn't live to see another day if we acted a fool like that.

Samus: Dark..... But pretty accurate assumption.

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sleepdeprivated · 4 years ago

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Okay, I'mma talk a lot rn so be prepared for a whole Stargirl episode plot idea from me. (I haven't watched episode 12 yet cause it's still not available in my country so I am sorry if I messed up a lot and we actually saw the school dances lol)

We all know that Cameron asked Courtney to those dances on Saturday, right? Well, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THOSE DANCES?! Are the writers just gonna skip this detail, hoping that we won't notice?! Well, this Saturday can be really helping for the series actually.

After Courtney found out that Cameron's father might be Icicle she'd probably be afraid to go out with him. But that's also a good opportunity to check if he knows something. And as we all know Courtney she decides to go. But she takes her backup. At first they don't want to go (only Beth is alright with the idea). Yolanda is scared that people will start to make fun of her as soon as she appears there since she won't be acting so invisible anymore. It takes ages to convince her but she does it anyway to watch Courtney's back. Rick simply hates school dances but since everyone else are going he won't separate from the team ("But I am not wearing a dumb suit, that's too much." - translation from Rick-ese: I don't have a suit and enough money to buy one so I'mma act tough).

During the dances:

Rick is standing at the corner watching with ✨disguise✨ all of the clingy things the couples do. Not something interesting. The important is with Yolanda here. She appears all dressed up and extremely nervous that people would treat her awfully here because she ONLY DARED to show up after the nudes came out. But she never realised that the only people that were making fun of her after this happened were Henry (yes, I am crying whenever I think of him) and Cindy. But since he's dead (💀😢) and Cindy is locked in her father's basement lmao no one actually bothers to mock. Even Jenny only looked at her and didn't say anything. Some people even said "hi". Everything was forgotten. I even expect some boy to come and ask her for a dance and her to ask him "Why would you do that after what I did?" and him answering "Everyone makes mistakes, it's not that of a big deal." +bonus if we actually get another Yolanda and her family scene after that.

Courtney and Cameron. Yeah, I ship Courtney with two different people and that's confusing me. But still. Camney (or however their ship name was, I forgot it lol) shippers would get something more than an awkward invitation and even more awkward hug. Besides if Courtney decide that she ca trust him she might tell him all about the JSA and his father and he'll probably talk to Jordan.

Now, maybe my favourite part - Hournite. WE WILL FINALLY GET SOME HOURNITE SCENES (or at least I hope so)! Imagine Rick mockingly staring at the clingy teens in front of him until BETH appears all dressed up too. And we've never actually seen Beth dressed up so it's going to be some kind of Cinderella scene (we've never seen Yolanda and Courtney with a ball dress too but admit it - it's different for Beth, that's an absolute change from her usual style). Rick is speechless for the first fucking time since... I dunno since when but let's just say that the "bad boy" will turn into a awkward, clumsy softie for seconds. SECONDS. Then he realises that he's wearing his usual hoodie and sneakers and is like *shuts eyes* *gulp* *whispers* "Yep, I am an idiot".

So yeah, I'mma stop spamming you with this rn and move on lmao.

#henry king jr.#yolanda montez #courtney whitmore #cameron mahkent #beth chapel #rick tyler #stargirl #ignore me #sorry for rambling

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ravenloon · 4 years ago

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Smitten: Thot Topic (Chapter 3)

(for the title it popped into my head and I am not sorry)

Tommy stumbled as Nikki pushed him out of the car. The drummer looked up and smirked,"I didn't know you were the kinda guy to shop at the mall~?"

He noticed the embarassed look on Sixx's face and quickly put his hands up in defense,"T-there's nothing wrong with it! I-I'm not making fun of you! I swear!"

Nikki just rolled his eyes and strutted ahead of him, wide hips swaying seductively. As they walked to the front doors, Tommy noticed some greasy asshole give the bassist a hungry stare. So, Tommy responded with a venomous glare. The guy's eyes widened and he looked the other way, whistling off key.

'That's what I thought,' Tommy sloppily tied his hair up and fell back in line with Nikki,"So, what store were you thinking?"

Nikki rocked back and forth on his feet, looking around like an excited kid in a candy shop. He tilted his head, then pointed.

"Really? Hot Topic?" Tommy deadpanned. Nikki smiled and marched into the store, a smug smile on his face.

The minute Sixx walks in, the cashier raises his eyebrows, flashing a foxy grin," Well, heLO~!"

Tommy walked up behind him,"Which sweater do you want, baby-I-I mean Nikki"

The cashier spun a keychain on his finger,"Lookin' for some playtime with daddy, sweetie~?"

Tommy marched up to the register,"You talkin' to me, fucker?!"

The emo bit his lip,"Well, now I am. But before I was talkin' to that raven beauty over there. Are you with him?"

"W-well, no. B-But-"

"Well then, don't mind if I do~"

Tommy watched, a sizzling feeling in his bones as the cashier walked up to Nikki and placed an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey, babyboy~"

Nikki raised his eyebrows and signed something.

"Oh, you're mute, hm. I like 'em quiet~"

Tommy started casually browsing the rows around them. Something wasn't right. He ducked into the sweaters, keeping an ear and an eye on Nikki and his...whatever that little shit was.

"You wanna play with Daddy, sugarbaby~" the guy wrapped an arm around Nikki's waist, the other rubbing his ass,"What say we...go back to the dressing room and have some fun?"

Nikki shoved him off, harshly shaking his head. Tommy looked up to see the guy pick Nikki up bridal style, walking towards the back of the store. Nikki thrashed around, eyes wide in fear.

The cashier laughed,"Oh, don't worry, baby. I'mma make you....feel..." He gulped, seeing Tommy looming above him, a forced smile on his face,"Hey, buddy~"

The cashier giggled nervously,"Wh-what. You aren't w-with him..."

Tommy smiled wider, pupils pinning,"Put. Him. Down....Now."

The cashier did, shaking. The minute his feet touched the ground, Nikki hid behind Tommy sniffling, making the drummer seathe with anger.

He grabbed the cashier by the throat and slammed him against the wall, a blank, creepy look on his face,"Look at me. Look at me, you sleazy fucker!"

Nikki backed away slightly, knees together. Tommy roughly let go of the cashier,"I ever see you again, it'll be too soon. Come on, Nikki."

Nikki held a finger up (wait one minute). The bassist kneels down and haughtily slaps the cashier in the face. He sticks his nose in the air and strutted out o the store. Tommy laughs,"Fiery little thing, isn't he? I'll be sure to get you fired. Oh, and here's a tip."

He throws a penny at the emo's face and marched out the store. On his way out, he snags an oversized pastel green sweater.

Outside, Nikki is sitting on a bench, crying softly. Tommy, ice in his gut, ran over,"Nikki!"

He sat down reaching over to hug Sixx, then froze when he remembered what the bassist had told him. But he wanted to hug Nikki so badly.

"Hey...Sixxer?"

Nikki snapped his head up, glaring at him with a tearstained face. Then looked down, trying to look regretful. Tommy assumed he was trying to apologize for nonverbally snapping.

"I um...I got you something...I...snagged it on the way out. I hope you like it," He held up the sweater in front of Nikki's face. The bassist eyed it up and down, then absolutely lit up, snatching it and shoving it on. He hugged himself and flapped his arms and legs. It was way too big for him, but he seemed to love it.

"I got the biggest one. You seem to like having sweater paws," Tommy said, heart palpatating at the extreme display of utter cuteness before him. It was quite comical to see a grown man getting excited over something as trivial as a sweater. Still, it was refreshing to see someone as energetic as himself. At least close to himself.

The raven tugged on his shoulder and took out his notepad that he'd put in his sweater pocket,'Can we go get some lunch? I-I'm a little shaken and that made me hungry. Rubios?'

Tommy blushed,"S-sure!" He followed Nikki through the mall to the Mexican grill resturaunt. The bassist walked up to the cashier and knocked on the counter. The guy, probably even younger than Tommy, was awkward looking, scrawny with thick glasses,"O-oh hey, I-I...wh-what can I do for you?"

Nikki poked Tommy, then at the menu, then at Tommy again.

"You want me to order first?"

Nikki nodded. Tommy sighed,"Um...I'll just take a fish taco, man." Nikki stuck his tongue out in disgust.

The cashier tried to stifle a smile,"and for you?" Nikki wrote down on his notepad,'Two steak tacos.'

While their food was cooking, Tommy found a small, metal table for the two of them. It was designed for two people.

Tommy found himself letting his mind wander as Nikki fiddled with the hem of his sweater, smiling softly,'He's so cute...so fluffy...and beautiful. I just wanna hold him in my arms and watch dumb movies and cover him in pillows and share popcorn and....wait...where am I going with this?'

Snap, snap!

Lee blinked, seeing an annoyed Nikki waving a hand in front his face. When Tommy's eyes refocused he gave a look of bemusement, head in his hand.

Tommy dragged his foot along the floor,"S-sorry, I was uh...thinking about some song ideas..." At that, Nikki's eyes lit up and he shook Tommy by the shoulders, mouthing slowly,'Telll mmeeeee!'

Tommy giggles and starts talking about some song ideas he (thank god) actually had. Nikki's eyes were sparkling brighter with every word Tommy said and honestly, it was making the drummer's heart flip. Sixx was so enthusiastic and their visions complimented each other well, wild and dangerous and glamorous.

"You're a creative genius, Sixxer!" Tommy excitedly took Nikki's hands in his own,"My god, I could kiss you right now!"

Nikki froze, staring at Tommy, blushing. He clicked his tongue, but right as he was about to free his fingers the waitress gave them their food. The bassist got startled, tightening his grip on Tommy's hands.

The waitress smiled,"What a cute couple we have here~"

They blushed scarlet as the waitress walked away,"Enjoy!"

Tommy slowly let go of Nikki's hands and picked up his fish taco. He shoved nearly half of it in his mouth, avoiding eye contact.

He picked up a chip only for it to slip from between his teeth. He yelped, looking up to see Nikki with the chip between his lips, smiling like a child in trouble. He slips it into his mouth and happily eats it.

Tommy picks up another chip and dips in guacomole, eyeing the bassist as he slowly puts the chip up to his li-aaand it's gone. Nikki smiles again, chip crumbs on his cheeks as he chews innocently.

"Sixx, your tacos are going to get cold," Tommy tries to stiffle a giggle. Nikki nods and picks up a taco, gently nibble on it as if he thinks its still hot. Lee chuckles,"You chew so cutely like...nom nom nom cutely."

Nikki curls up a little with his taco, looking embarrassed but amused. He continues noming his way through his tacos, blushing lightly. When they finish their tacos, Tommy throws the tray away,"Ready to go home? I told Vin we'd be back soon."

To Tommy's complete shock, Nikki nods and takes his hand, leading him through the mall, the parking lot, all the way back to the car. The whole way all Tommy could think about was how warm and surprisingly strong Nikki's hands felt,'Guess that's why he plays bass...god they're still so soft though~'

Nikki hops into the car and crosses his legs, laying his head on the window, falling asleep just as Tommy pulled out of the parking lot.

Tommy had to resist petting him so he wouldn't cause a car wreck,'I can't believe how adorable he is. He's like a little cat! He's a badass and a cutie! Win-win!'

#motley crue motley crue fanfiction #fanfiction #gay #creepy perverts #rape attempt #protective tommy #sassy nikki #rubios #sweaters #hot topic #nom noms #tooth rotting fluff #fluff #friendship #music geeks nerdiing out

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chazzfox · 5 years ago

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SO many thoughts on Frozen 2

So I've been doing a lot of thinking on Frozen 2 after reading a lot of other fan ideas, reviews, etc, and rewatching the first movie and basically obsessing myself into an interesting state of mind. I HAVE A LOT TO SAY. I accidentally wrote out a long, long, LONG post so uh, congrats if you read it. SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SURE.

1. My biggest thought by far is in regards to people saying that Elsa found herself in the first movie, and why must she struggle through who she is again? Well...because you don't stop finding yourself, and especially at a young age. I'm 33. I think I got past hurdles in expressing myself and accepting who I am, everything from what were weird interests (to me) and even my own sexuality, three of four damn times. It was annoying. And fascinating. And each time there were deep emotions and investment in it.

Elsa found in the first movie she's not a dangerous monster and that she could exist with and love her sister. That's huge, don't get me wrong! But the anxiety was still there and we still see traces of it in the second movie. It didn't up and vanish no matter how many snow toys she might make children or how many times she skated with Anna. And with that kind of high anxiety, and after years and years and YEARS of locking herself away, she was just at the start of things I'd say by the time the first Frozen ended.

It's totally reasonable, imo, that down the road after finding some acceptance in herself and Anna, she would be wondering WHY she is what she is, where she came from, as there's so much mystery in her life. Her parents left her feeling guilty, lonely, ironically powerless, locked up, and with no damn answers for herself. She needs to find herself.

Arguably, so does Anna. Again, I can make similar arguments for her, lonely in the first movie, not much contact with others, striving so hard to be close to her sister. She achieved the latter admirably, and so her journey to find who she is with access to more of the world is a big deal. She always wants to open a door. And she wants to go through each one with Elsa, which is something that had to be handled at least a little.

Again, you never really stop growing, discovering, and questioning. Elsa may have found a huge, huge part of herself, found why she is there and who she is, but I'm sure she will still struggle a little with her new place in the world. This brings me to another subject -

2. Elsa and Anna now separated. There seems to be a lot of division on this topic, and I get it. I didn't really want them apart either. They really do belong in each other's company. And a note, I don't ship Elsa and Anna, so maybe I've lost some of you here ahaha (I don't really ship anyone though). I love their close cuddly sister relationship a lot and felt they were absolutely robbed of it for so long which is probably WHY they often hug, hold hands, touch each other, are somehow right with each other.

However...at least for the time being I think it's also important for their growth as characters. Elsa and Anna both care for Arendelle, but Elsa didn't feel she was 'meant' to be there, so to force herself there for her sister could be damaging when understandably, she would want to understand more about the spirits and the forest that gifted her mother with her. She is a part of the forest, of the Ahtohallan. And to force herself into a role she isn't dedicated to wouldn't be in Arendelle's best interest, so she wouldn't want that either. Elsa has shown she needs that understanding of her role, needs to be where she feels right, somewhere that speaks to her, and for now that is in the forest with the Northuldra people.

Anna loves Arendelle, loves the people, and to ask her to stay in a place where she doesn't belong wouldn't be right either. Sure, part of probably just nodded and said yes because Elsa proposed the split, but Anna also learned that she can do what can be done without her sister. Thinking her sister was dead, she still put on foot in front of the other and achieved her goal of destroying the dam. I do believe for now just the knowledge of knowing Elsa is alive and thriving is enough for her to feel happy.

They also see each other. That much is left clear to us and it's not a long journey for Elsa lol. Probably not for Anna either when Elsa can guide wind, earth and water to help. ...Fire too but yea lol.

They are apart just enough. Elsa can still drop in and have Anna cuddle her to sleep while Kristoff does...idk...talks with Sven. For as many cuddle nights as I imagine those two have had, Kristoff is a pretty chill dude.

3. The parents. Hooboy the parents. A very valid criticism is that Elsa and Anna's parents treated Elsa totally mcfreaking WRONG and yet so much centers around them, and then suddenly Elsa is dueting with her momma in Ahtohallan and crying.

Yea there's some confusing emotions going on there.

The girls loved their parents a lot regardless of if they really messed up. I am sure Elsa didn't know how to feel but didn't want to lose them as she already felt alone and hidden. The topic has come up that her dad knew the forest, her mom was FROM THE FREAKIN PLACE, so how did they mishandle so badly?

Panic, I think. I view it as a lot of panic, for many reasons. Anna being hurt was the primary one, but I wondered if they thought it could indeed lead to the forest waking up and causing trouble. They didn't expect magic outside the forest, didn't know what impact it could have and Iduna never exactly counted on having Elsa as she was.

I don't think they were bad people. Just unprepared and I kind of think this is how it went down with Ahtohallan as well. I posted about this before but I feel like...her parents weren't able to cross, not even her mom, because of how they squandered their gift. They took something wonderful and locked her away, made her conceal and hide from the spirits that wanted to connect with her. So when they decided to sail off and find answers and leave the girls alone, the spirits said "nope, you messed up, you don't get to come in here" and down went their ship.

But to complete Elsa there had to be something, they had to connect her with her mother's heritage and tie her to her meaning in the world. So, Ahtohallan showed her Iduna. Her parents loved her and if there's one major theme in these movies and characters it is the power of love along with self acceptance. Love is what brought Elsa as she was into the world! And that strong emotion and realization resonated, so we see Iduna as a large key.

Whoosh, Im getting tired, and I'm pretty sure I have more to say...but I'll craft that more later.

Some of my leftover thoughts right now are pretty short...I feel Elsa was displayed as ace, but that really depends on the viewer anyway. As much as I would love to see Honeymaren and Elsa, the brief snippets in the movie don't do it for me, but I am sort of relieved to see Elsa having a friend. She deserves a friend that isn't her sister or her sister's fiance or a...snowman. I'm not sure she really tried to bond with anyone in Arendelle, being that she was still sorting her life out after the events of the first movie.

But maybe there will be some more releases of official material, and we'll see. I just hope some of the absolute hate for Kristoff and Anna stops. I'm not overly into it, it's just kind of a boring dynamic to me right now, but not every romantic relationship is super exciting and stuff. They fit well and we see that Kristoff's first words to her after being lost in the woods are "I'm here. What do you need?" He's a good guy, stop hatin' on him.

Oh! That brings me to another thought though - I read a couple of posts where others felt he interrupted Elsa and Anna's moment at the end of the movie. I couldn't disagree more! Elsa didn't display any negative emotion toward it. I think she was happy for her sister, wanting her as happy as she could be in that moment, and the proposal added right in. Anna had felt alone and at her rope's end in the cave, then she got her sister back and after running off on him sort of, Kristoff proposing. Elsa saw her sister elated. And Anna got to have her sister as part of that momentous life event!

Besides, Kristoff is one of those Elsa counts as everyone she's ever loved within those walls. When they met again she embraced him too. I think Elsa was happy to have family again, have it fuller and to know someone she trusts will be there with Anna as she rules. Kristoff's a silly character and it's hard not to write him off when he's alongside such bright stars as Elsa and Anna, but he has a good, solid role. He belongs and so did that part of the moment.

Ugh, and I thought I was tired before...

Guess this is where I wrap this up!

Please, if any of you want to talk about this, even to disagree, don't hesitate to drop an ask or message. I don't want anyone to think I'm actively crapping on their interpretation - this is how it came across to me and after my third viewing I was finally able to get this written. If you didn't like the ending, that's okay, and if you ship Elsa and Anna, Kristoff and Ryder, Elsa and Honeymaren, Olaf and Gale, you do you and follow your shippy heart.

As for me I'mma hit post and get some cake.

#Frozen 2 #Elsa #Anna #review #Iduna #elsamaren #elsanna #kristanna

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Not Cut Out for This | 29/11

Who: @asherkarofsky and Jackson (And a robot baby) Date: November 29th, 2020 Description: Jackson attempts the baby assignment alone, but discovers very quickly that he probably should have asked for help from the start. Luckily, Asher happened to stop by to check in on his friend when he hadn’t heard from Jackson for a few days. Asher was crucial in helping Jackson rebuild enough confidence to keep going with the assignment. Notes: This is the accompanying para for Jackson’s robot baby assignment. CONTENT WARNING: Jackson locked the baby in a closet. Thankfully it’s just a doll, but I’m putting a warning for it because it can be potentially upsetting. Also, as with most Jackson paras, there are some strong themes of depression, grief, and passively suicidal thoughts.

Jackson hated this assignment. It wasn't just difficult, it was impossible. The baby hadn't stopped crying for well over three or four hours. Jackson was exhausted. It was only his second night with the baby and he hadn't slept even a little bit. Neither had the baby. He'd tried feeding it, changing it, all the obvious things. But it still wouldn't stop. So he did what any sane person should do... he wrapped it in five or so blankets and shoved it in the closet and curled up on the floor and covered his ears. If he couldn't hear it, it wasn't there, right?

Asher hadn't heard from Jackson for a few days and honestly he felt the absence. He had pulled out his phone earlier intent of just sending a text, but in the end he'd decided to drop by, maybe see if he wanted to go for a walk. He gave a quick 'shave and a haircut' knock and waited. There was a strange muffled mechanical wailing coming from inside and when no one answered the knock he started to get worried. He was prepared to just knock the door down, but made himself check the doorknob first. It turned so he knocked again as he opened the door. "Jackson? Door's open. Is it a'right if I come in?" He did just that, following the wailing sound deeper into the suite. In the bedroom, he found his friend curled up on the floor. Running the last few steps he was soon on the floor next to him arm wrapping around his back. "Jack! Sugar, you okay?"

Jackson didn't hear the knock. Or Asher's voice. He didn't hear anything until Asher was right there in front of him, and his surprise was obvious in the way he jumped. "S-sir! Hi... um... it... it won't stop. M-make it stop..." he said, pointing at the closet with a trembling finger.

The jump only proved that Jackson was very out of it. He hadn't heard anything until he was right on top of him. He regretted the fright he'd given him. "Okay... okay, just take a deep breath for me a'ight? I'mma take care of it." He followed the shaking finger to the closet, from where the mechanical wail was coming, even louder now. He swung open the door and started unpiling blankets. He folded them neatly and set them aside. Ah, one of these things. His church had done this at some, the month after Silas left. It was supposed to be some sort of abstinence lesson, but he only had fond memories of it. He'd been missing his brother painfully and then he had this little mechanical creature to take care of. It had felt good and unknown to anyone he'd hidden in a closet and cried the day they had to turn them in. He smiled and picked it up. Dressed in a simple onesie and a pink hat it was actually kind of cute. He cuddled it and started to rock, putting his finger to it's lips. Depending on how all out the school went it might or might not accept that as a bottle. The way it started to quiet down, the wail softening and softening until all that could be heard was a whirring sort of sound that he assumed was supposed to be simulate the sucking sound a real baby would make. He sighed in relief and turned his attention to his friend. This was just a hunk of plastic and circuits. Jackson was real and his pain meant a shit-ton more. He came closer and sat down, cradling the baby pointed away in case it started to cry again. "Hey... hey, all quiet now. No more noise."

Jackson watched intently as Asher dug the baby out, the wails grew louder in the absence of the blankets and his hands found their way into his hair to pull at it. He was an absolute wreck... but then suddenly, the cries began to quiet. Jackson looked up again. How was Asher doing that? It didn't take long for it to stop entirely, and when Asher sat down beside him he just stared. "How... How did you do that?" He asked.

Poor kid looked a mess. He wished he could let go of the doll and just love on him for a little bit, but having seen what the loud noise did, kind of made him think better of it. "I did this thing a couple of years ago. I know all the tricks." He winked and when the whirring sounds stopped lifted the doll on his shoulder and started to pat its tiny back. It started to cry again and he involuntarily started to make shushing sounds and rock a little. It made what he assumed the makers thought sounded like a burb but really was more like a record scratch and then quieted completely. "Alright, so let's figure this out. You got another room in this place right? We'll make that the nursery. Won't be so loud for you when it starts up to cryin' again." What he did next he did without thinking, without worrying about what it meant at all. He reached out and took Jackson's hand. "Wish I'da known you had this assignment. Ain't an easy job for just one. Damn near impossible really."

"You did?" Jackson asked, weakly. He wished he had known that... maybe he would have asked for help "I... yeah I have a spare room." He said. He wiped at his eyes and took a deep breath. "Assignment said i can do it by myself and I just assumed..." that he'd have to do it on his own cause he does everything on his own, is what he wanted to say. But he knew that sometimes his gloomy outlook on life made other people uncomfortable. He looked down at where Asher had grabbed his hand, a little startled to realize he hadn't even noticed when that had happened. He tightened his grip a little though, not wanting to let go now that it was there. "I-I'm really bad at this." He said, emotions overwhelming him again. "If that was a real baby I would have killed it just now..." he realized, the thought making him almost hyperventilate.

"Yep. Had to do it for church youth group. They figured havin' to take care of a crying robot for a week would cure us of ever having sex." He shook his head. "Sure, technically you can do it alone, but dang it it's one hell of a job." He took a deep breath and squeezed the hand in his for a moment before letting go and readjusting the 'baby' in his arms. It looked a damn sight more realistic than the one he'd had. The school could afford the good ones. She was cute as a bug in a rug. He rocked it back and forth. "Well, thing is, you know it ain't real. Your brain knows that. Now I ain't sayin' if it was real you woulda magically known what to do. I spect not, but you wouldn't a done that either. You woulda brought it to someone you trusted. Your mom most like. But see you knew that it wasn't a real baby and you knew you couldn't bring it to your mom and you also knew that it was driving you damn near crazy right?" He didn't want Jackson to think that this was somehow akin to murder. It hurt him just to hear the pain in his friend's voice. "You got thrown for a loop no doubt about it, but you got some back up now and we'll figure it out yeah?" He hoped that he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. "Let's go see if we can make a cradle or crib or something for the little darlin' They're a damn sight cuter when they ain't squalin' ain't they?" He tipped her up toward Jackson, now that she was 'sleeping' peacefully. "It can be anything really. Laundry basket, empty drawer." In the corner of his mind he pictured building a cradle out of beautiful oak.

Jackson didn't know who would ever trust him with a real baby. He certainly wasn't ever going to accidentally end up with one of his own, that was for sure. He'd never given much thought to whether he ever wanted to intentionally have any, but if this experience was telling him anything, it was that he probably shouldn't. Ever. He was shaky as he wiped the tears from his eyes again. He only got a good look at the baby when Asher tilted her up so he could see it better. She was actually kind of cute, he had to admit... "There's a laundry basket over there that I've been using." He said, pointing to a basket that had a few blankets lining it for padding. "I.. Thank you." He said, and then he frowned. "Why are you here anyway?" He asked, "Not that I'm not grateful..."

Asher looked over at the basket. "Perfect. See you were gettin' the basics right. It was just the crazy noise that threw you. Why don't you get the basket and I'll carry our little sweetie." He hadn't really meant to say our didn't even really notice he had. He just smiled and stood up, rocking back and forth. "Oh.. well, hadn't heard from you in a couple of days and," I was worried about you, I missed you, I really missed you "I figured I'd come say howdy. Wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't say hey and check in on the regular. I know you got a lot going on. Hope you don't mind I mighta wanted to check in and make sure you're doing alright. Also wanted to see if you might be up for a walk. But seems like we're gonna have our hands full."

Jackson blinked. Our? Why did that sound... kind of nice? It wasn't supposed to. Jackson wasn't supposed to think like that anymore. After a moment he stood, and went to retrieve the basket. He carried it to the spare room with Asher following behind. "Oh. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. I've just been..." Busy. Overwhelmed. Depressed beyond belief. "Well. This." He gestured to the baby. "I don't think a walk is in the cards, they didn't provide a stroller or anything anyway." He said dryly. "You um... you don't have to stay if you've got other things going on." He said, wanting to make sure that was clear.

"Busy with this crazy thing. I know." He chuckled as he bounced the baby gently in his arms "Don't fret over me. You been a real friend to me. Just let me know if I get too... well too much I suppose. I ain't had too many friends. Might not be to versed in how to do it." He nodded. "That's alright. It's bit frosty out anyway. Might be snows comin'. Inside suits me just fine." He ticked his head to the side. "Nah, like I said this suits me fine. I'd like to help you with this little lady as long as you'll have me." When the made it to the spare room, he looked around. Alright well it ain't nearly far away to need a baby monitor or anything of the like, but it's far enough away from the livin' room to make the crying less panicky. Besides you got me to deal with that stuff. Maybe you can be the organizer though. Babies do real good when you got a routine. I ain't ever been good at charts and such. Think we can use this sleeping time to write something up?"

Jackson didn't think Asher could ever be too much, at least not in a bad way. If he'd met Asher a couple of years ago, he could easily see them having been best friends almost instantly. As it was, Jackson was pretty sure Asher was his best friend now anyway. He'd fallen out of touch with Jamie and Nick, and it was awkward to talk to Mateo for obvious reasons. Adam had moved away and Beau almost never spoke to him anymore. That left Madeline and Asher, and who was it that had thought to check up on him after only a few days of non-contact? Jackson set the basket up on the bed, and stood back so Asher could place her in it. He wasn't brave enough to touch the baby again just yet. He was pretty convinced she hated him. "Charts? Um... Okay." He said. Routine was something he could definitely relate to. That didn't sound so hard... Once the baby was tucked in and they'd made their way out to the living room, Jackson took a breath. It was quiet in the suite, finally. After hours of screeching and yelling... it was quiet. He turned and without thinking, he just threw his arms around Asher and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Sir." He whispered, scared that anything louder might wake her up again.

Asher quietly and softly laid the baby down in the basket and practically tip toeing out into the hall. He was about to make some joking remark when he suddenly found himself with an armful of Jackson. It was far from unpleasant. Very far indeed. He paused for only a second before closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around him and hugging back. "You're welcome Sugar," he whispered. "It's my pleasure. Promise. I got your back."

Jackson stayed in the hug for another moment or two, before he pulled back and wiped his eyes again. He was a bit of an emotional wreck lately, especially with the lack of sleep. He led the rest of the way to the living room where he grabbed a piece of paper from a nearby notebook and a pen. "Okay... Charts." He said, and stared at the blank page. "Charts... Start with feeding maybe?" He mused out loud, and then stifled a yawn.

Ash found himself breathing in Jackson's scent - clean and fresh. When he let go, he had the weird urge to reach up and wipe those tears away. It as probably the paternal instincts brought up by the baby. He shook his head and smiled as he followed Jackson into the living room. Sitting down he nodded. "Yep. Feedings are a great place to start. When mamas breast feed the ain't as regular since it's a bonding time too. But for formula you gotta stay pretty regular. Then you can use a binky between feedings to soothe 'em. Here let me check how often we should feed her." He tapped away at his phone. "Okay I'mma assume she's not newborn. Seems bigger'n that, but probably not older than six months. Let's decide she's four months. It says one to two ounces every three to four hours. Even says you should keep the schedule even if you gotta wake 'em up." He turned his wrist out so he could look at his watch. "Alrighty we just 'fed' her so should we go every three and a half hours from now?"

It was a lot of information to take in all at once, but Jackson did his best, he jotted down the amounts and drew out a set of blocked time slots. He filled in feedings three and a half hours apart on the schedule and stifled another yawn. "Okay... there's some "formula" in the bag they sent. You've got to mix it up to feed her." He said, and yet another yawn threatened to break his chain of thought again.

"Oh yeah? Cool. I might let you do the mixin' and I'll do the feedin'." He made a mental note to see what they had given them to work with. "Now if I remember right, the things the doll measures most is feedin', diapers, burping, and holding." So let's work in a diaper checking schedule. If'n she gets to crying and nothing else stops you gotta change the diaper even between schedule times, but if we schedule changes might be we can head off the worst of the cryin. How's about every hour during awake times?"

"Every hour?! Really?" He said, realizing he'd already been doing that part very wrong. "And this is just one infant... A lot of people have to do this with two or three." He said, despair evident in his voice. He penned a not about hourly changes during her awake hours, but since he didn't know yet how much she'd be asleep for or for how long yet he didn't put it in the actual schedule. The lines were starting to blur together on the page but he shook his head to keep himself awake.

Asher nodded and laughed. "Can you imagine? I'm one of three. Me and my mama got a complicated relationship, but I know my pops didn't change one damn diaper. I gotta admire that she did all that by herself." He could hear the note of panic in Jackson's voice. "Most times it's just a little wet and modern diapers absorb right quick. Don't imagine these little critters make poops, but I guess I don't know." He moved from the chair across from him to the one next to him. "We're a team. Not gonna leave you to do this all by yourself. You'll find the stuff you're good at and I'll do the stuff I'm good at. By the end of the week, you'll actually be sad to see it go." He chuckled. "But you'll be happy that screeching is gone that's for sure."

"They really went hard on the "realism" thing." Jackson sighed. "They poop." He'd not been thrilled to make that particular discovery. He frowned. "Your poor mother..." He said, though as he said that he realized he wasn't actually sure how hands on his own father had been when they were young. He certainly wasn't very hands on now, anyway... "Do you want to stay here all week?" He asked. "You might want to go home and pack a bag at some point, in that case." As he made the suggestion, he realized how much he really wanted Asher to stay. He didn't want to be left alone with this thing, he was really scared he'd try to kill it again. He hoped it wasn't going to report that little incident... He was trying to keep his grades up enough that he wouldn't make his father look bad to the school board.

He chuckled. "Well, I'll be on poop duty. I've done enough messy jobs that I'm not bothered by it none." He nodded without even bothering to think about it. He wasn't going to abandon Jackson now. He didn't even want to. "I can stay. I don't even need much. Later when she wakes up we can walk on over. Babies love going for walks. I'll grab some clothes and we'll be set. You, me, and baby. Hey, that reminds me. Does she have a name?"

Jackson shifted on the couch to lean against Asher, feeling immensely grateful for his friend right now. "Thank you..." he whispered. "Um... no. She doesn't." He hadn't even really picked a gender for her until Asher decided it was a girl, so a name hadn't even occurred to Jackson. Were other people naming their electronic babies? Was that a normal thing?

He smiled softly. "Might help to make it feel less... roboty. Do you have a favorite name?"

Jackson shook his head. "Not really, I guess. Never really thought about it." He shrugged. "What about you? Any favourites?"

Asher thought about it for a while. "When I left home, I wasn't some kid or anything, but I'd never been away from home. Never been away from my church and every awful thing I'd been raised with. I was lost and alone and had no idea what to even do. I'd used every dollar I had to buy a bus ticket to get me as far from home as I could. But then what? I had no idea. I was sleeping on a park bench and stealing food out of a dumpster out back of a restaurant. One day the lady who owned the restaurant caught me at it. She coulda chased me off. Coulda ignored it. But she didn't. She cleaned me up, fed me, and gave me a job. Her name was Zadie. That's a real pretty name ain't it?"

"Zadie..." Jackson repeated. " yeah, that could work." He didn't think he'd ever name a really kid that, but this was a robotic doll that he would only have for another 4 nights. And Zadie was a cute name. He liked that it had significance to Asher, for some reason.

"Well there we go. Zadie." He winked. "Bet she's the cutest robot baby at the whole school." He took a deep breath. "Now how about you get some rest. It's gonna hard to get as much sleep as your used to. I remember overhearing a mom at a diner telling her grown daughter to always sleep when the baby sleeps. Seems like good advice." He planned on staying awake and making sure the baby didn't scream and wake him for at least a little while. November 16, 2020

Jackson didn't bother telling Asher he was fairly used to a small amount of sleep lately, but he'd never experienced a lack of sleep due to a screaming infant before which somehow made him more exhausted. "Sleep sounds good." He said softly, his eyes already closing.

Ash smiled. "It does." He moved closer and with gentle hands guided Jackson to lay down, reaching up to the back of the couch he grabbed the throw blanket there and started to tuck it lightly around the boy. The action filled him with a strange, unfamiliar kind of warmth. Unfamiliar, but not unpleasant at all. The baby was starting to make some noises though so that feeling would have to be looked at some other time. He hurried down the hall and picked up the baby, putting his finger to her mouth to quiet her before going to look for the bag of things. Before long he found a largish duffle bag that didn't look like it belonged. Inside he found some baby things. "Bingo Zadie. Now let's make a deal. I'mma change your diaper and good long cuddle to your next feeding time if you agree not to cry and wake up your daddy. Alright?" He tip-toed past Jackson and set up in the spare room to quietly do baby duty.

Jackson was asleep before Asher had finished laying him down. And he continued to sleep for at least two more hours. When he finally stirred, he found the suite to be relatively quiet. It was nice. He wasn't sure where Asher was though... did he leave? He stood up and decided to go check on the baby first, then worry about Asher. But the sight that greeted him in the spare room was almost too precious for words. Asher was cuddling the doll, sitting on the bed... it was rather sweet to see. Jackson was almost a little jealous about how good at this Asher seemed to be. He didn't say anything as he moved toward them and crawled onto the bed himself. He settled himself next to Asher to look over his shoulder at the baby.

Asher wasn't sure how long he was at it. Some part of him felt some shame that he was enjoying this so much. How sad was it that he was a grown man, supposedly a big, strong Dominant and here he was having a damn good time, taking care of his friend and a doll. But he was. He'd been rocking the baby, occasionally going to check on Jackson, smiling when he saw him sleeping soundly. It gave him a sense of peace and security being there. He was just finishing getting ready to feed the baby when Jack came padding in. "Hey," he said quietly. "Have a good sleep? I was just about to feed her." He tilted his head and smiled gently. "Want to give it a try? I'll be right here."

Jackson shrugged. "I slept, so... that's the bar, I guess." He didn't remember what good sleep felt like. "Uh... maybe you'd better do it." Jackson said, biting his lip. He wasn't ready to even hold her again, let alone feed her. His confidence (not that he had much to begin with) was totally destroyed. Logically, he knew it was a robot and he couldn't actually hurt it, but still... What he'd done had scared him. What would he have done if it was a real baby?

He filed that comment away for further investigation later. He was getting the distinct feeling that Jackson wasn't getting enough sleep. "Tell you what, we'll do it together. Here, scoot on over." He gently wrapped an arm around Jack and scooted him closer. "I'll hold her and feed her, but she'll really like it if you talk to her. Maybe rub her little toes." It seemed like a way to ease his friend into touching the baby and trusting himself.

Jackson scooted in a little closer, clearly still very wary and unsure of himself. He didn't speak to the baby, and he didn't reach out for her little toes either. He just sort of stared at her, at the thing he'd tried to kill only hours before. He could feel the familiar bubble of panic rising in his chest, but he forced it down by clenching his hands into tight fists.

Jackson was clearly not ready for all that yet. That was okay. Things took time, especially after the baby practically cry exploded as soon as he'd gotten her. Asher didn't push anything. He held the bottle to her lips and listened for the 'sucking' sound again. He didn't have a free arm anymore though he really wished he could put an arm around him. He started to hum and then lightly sing, as much, he hoped, to ease Jackson as to the baby. "Down in the valley. The valley so low. Hang your head over and hear the wind blow...." He started to rock side to side, hoping that he would actually be rocking Jackson. "Did you have a favorite song when you were a little polywog?"

Jackson just watched and listened. The baby was so life like, the way she took the bottle in her mouth and actually drank the liquid inside. It was surreal. And Asher's voice singing a soft little lullaby, it was a bit wild to think that this was real. It was probably the closest he would ever get to domestic life. In a few years Jackson would be a slave and suddenly he found himself wondering if he'd be made to look after someone's children as a slave. He'd be terrible at that... He thought of Lucia, the slave who looked after the Sylvester children, and wondered if she ever thought she'd be in that position when she went to the auction house. He shook his head in response to Asher's question. "No... My dad sang us lots of songs though. Mom too. Mostly show tunes or classic rock... My dad has this obsession with Journey that none of us have ever really figured out." He shrugged.

Asher chuckled. "Journey? Well, I can't say as I dislike 'em." He looked over at Jackson. "There's places in this country where the only thing on the radio are revival tent preachers and Journey." When the baby was done with the bottle He set it aside and lifted the baby to his shoulder. "Okay, now I know you're feelin' awful worried 'bout this baby, but I'mma take your hand and we're gonna burp her together. Promise, I won't let anything bad happen. No cry explosions." He winked, and took Jackson's hand lacing their fingers together. "Ready?"

Jackson definitely didn't like that idea. "Are you sure? I'm pretty sure she hates me..." He said, but his protests were useless as Asher was reaching for his hand and once he had it, Jackson didn't want to let go. "No, I'm not." He said, but despite not being ready, he knew it was going to happen anyway.

"I know. Spent most of my life not bein' ready. Just keeps coming though don't it?" He held on to Jackson's hand and lifted both hands to his friend's chin lifting his head so he's looking up at him. "Just look into my eyes. Just keep lookin'" He looked into those impossibly large eyes, blue as a summer sky in Montana and didn't look a way as he moved their joined hands over to the baby on his shoulder and patted just hard enough to percolate the bubbles up. Zadie makes a little hiccup sound and he laughs. "Success. And by the way... she don't hate you. Pretty sure no one, even a little robot could ever hate you."

Their eyes locked and Jackson forgot for a moment about Zadie and the point of this exercise. Nothing seemed impossible as he stared into Asher's eyes and when he heard the little noise the baby made he blinked in surprise. They did it... That wasn't so hard. He broke the eye contact to look at the doll again. Jackson took a breath, "I locked her in a closet and ignored her for three and a half hours." He pointed out. "She's got to resent me at least a little..."

Something shifts inside of Asher when Jackson blinks and has a look of wonder in his eyes. And then speaks with such heartwrenching honesty. The shift is small and maybe he missed it or maybe he ignored. Anyway, he doesn't stop to think about it that's for sure. "I know, but I promise, it's just a doll. Looks real, sounds real to give us practice for the real thing. That's all. This is just practice." He cocked his head to the side. "Not gonna lie it's gonna be a long week, but I think you're gonna be proud of yourself at the end of it. Just you wait and see."

Jackson chewed his lip. He knew Asher was right, it was just a doll. Nothing more than a training tool... He has no logical reason to be as shaken up by his experience so far as he has been. He released a breath and just rested his head against Asher's shoulder. This was more physical affection than he'd received for a long time, and he was almost starved for it. "I'll just be happy if I pass the assignment at all." He said softly, setting the bar low for himself. He didn't need pride or success, he just needed enough to get by.

"You will." He had no doubt about that. He thinks if he'd not barged in that Jack would have figured it out, but he is there and he's going to do everything in his power, whatever that is, to make his friend to not only get that good grade, but also feel successful. "Nothing wrong with feeling bad about the closet thing. Feelin' bad about a thing is how you make sure not to do it again." He can remember being at protests at soldiers funerals and having a shamed feeling in his stomach. He knows now that the feeling was teaching him that what he was doing was wrong. "But there's also nothing wrong with forgiving yourself." He released Jackson's hand so he can turn the baby, who is now making cooing, contented noises. "Huh Zadie?"

Jackson gave Asher a skeptical look. It was pretty hard to forgive yourself for Almost-Homicide. Zadie was making really cute noises right about now though and Jackson couldn't believe how happy she was with Asher around. He finally lifted a hand and reach out to take one of her little hands in his, ever so gently. That was about as brave as he was getting, for now.

Ash felt a swell of pride for Jackson. Thing was in this world people just never seemed to recognize the small, but actually big braveries. He's seen those small/big braveries. He's seen Silas, answering their father's questions first and fast, knowing that Asher wouldn't be able to talk stuttering until his father would strike out. And now Jackson, pushing past his own feelings of shame and fear to touch the little 'baby'. Might not look like much to someone else, but he knew how big it really was. He put his arm around his friend without even thinking about it; without thinking how they might look like a family if someone was to snap a picture just then.

Jackson settled further into Asher when he felt the man's arm come around him. This was comfortable... almost too comfortable. But Jackson wasn't ready to let it end just yet. He felt his eyes closing again, surprisingly feeling sleepy once more.

He felt Jackson relax against him more and he stayed right there, holding firmly so that he could hold him up if he fell asleep. He was definitely going to have to talk to his friend about whether he was sleeping or not. He'd let him and Baby Zadie rest and they'd deal with some dinner after. "Roses love sunshine, violets love dew. Angels in heaven, know i love you If you don't love me, love whom you please. Put your arms round me, give my heart ease. Give my heart ease love, give my heart ease. Put your arms round me, give my heart ease." He continued to sing very quietly. He knew it was just a silly assignment, but it was just about the best time he'd had yet at school. It beat some silly old dance by a country mile.

Jackson listened to Asher sing, his voice was soft but he could feel every note in the man's chest. It was calming, peaceful... He didn't know the lyrics, but it sounded like a sweet little song. Perfect for a little baby, even a robot one... After a bit he pulled in a breath and shifted to sit up a little bit, not wanting to fall completely asleep and trap his friend there for who knows how long. "Are you hungry, Sir?" He asked, "I can make dinner..."

Asher looked over as Jackson sat up. "Matter of fact, I'm feelin' hungry as a hippo. I'd be awful grateful for some dinner." He was hungry, that was true and he had also grown very fond of Jackson's cooking, that was also true. However mostly he felt that getting them both into a routine would do them and the robo-baby well. "Think the little angel's asleep for a bit. We can have an adult chat." He winked and moved over to very carefully place the doll into the improvised crib.

It was all he needed to hear to get up off the bed. He didn't want Asher to be going hungry while he was a guest in Jackson's house. Especially after how helpful he'd been today already. Once the baby was secure in the "crib" Jackson led the way out to the kitchen, where he began to assemble the ingredients and supplies for... Well it looked like they were having pasta tonight. Jackson hadn't gotten his weekly grocery delivery yet. Past was all right though. Jackson could often dress up a pasta dish to seem a lot more fulfilling and interesting than your typical spaghetti-and-tomato-sauce type of deals. "Do you prefer pesto or alfredo?" He asked, trying to decide.

Ash followed after watching with interest as the other man pulled this and that out of the cabinets. "Oh, gosh, don't know if I ever had a favorite between 'em." He chuckled. "That alfredo one is the cheesy one, yeah? Makes me kinda want to pick that one, but I'm trying to grow myself a little. No sense being a dumb hick my whole life. Let's try pesto. Do me some good to have green things right? Don't think I ate much vegetables before you made me all those awesome meals."

Jackson chuckled, "Alfredo is more creamy than cheesy, sometimes. but you're probably right about needing more green things." He concurred. Although 'dumb hick' was probably the last phrase Jackson would ever use to describe the man. "Pesto it is." He set to work getting the water on the stove to boil for the pasta, and then assembling the ingredients for his homemade pesto. It was luckily pretty easy to make, and he kept a few pots of fresh growing herbs in his kitchen so he never had to worry about not having them. He pulled a few stems off the plants and began to chop them up finely.

Asher sat at one of the breakfast bar chairs, absolutely fascinated watching Jackson work. There was nothing more attractive and impressive than a person who wasn't just competent at what they did, but confident. He watched his fingers fly and smiled at the beautiful aromas that were already filling the air. "That smells amazing Sugar. Don't know if I ever smelled something so good. 'Cept that one time I was working on a fishing boat. But after a stint on a fishing boat a plain old piece of toast smells like heaven. He chuckled. Wasn't well cut out to be fisherman."

Jackson smiled at the compliment. He'd really not done much beyond just cutting herbs yet, and while they did smell amazing, he couldn't but feel Asher was just looking for reasons to compliment him for nothing. Pity compliments, surely. "You worked on a fishing boat?" He asked, steering the conversation that direction. "Are there any jobs you haven't done, Sir?" He chuckled softly, feeling this had to be about the third or fourth occupation Asher had told him about.

Asher nodded and laughed out loud. "Feels like it sometimes. In the beginning, when I first left home I just kept moving. Didn't really need to, but, well my pops threatened me with the cops the one time I called home and I was such a dumb kid." He shook his head remembering how paranoid he'd been. "But you know, kinda grateful now. Learned how to do all kinds of things. Hopefully I can be handy when... if I can get myself a claim. Not really the kind of jobs people admire though huh?"

Jackson felt that redirection to the word "if" in his soul. He of course had no doubts that Asher would find a claim someday, it would be impossible for him not to. He was sweet and charming and conventionally attractive. But he knew the fear behind that "if" all too well. "I think it's great that you have all this experience, actually." Jackson said genuinely. "Useful for all sorts of things really." He pointed out as he moved on to measuring out the pasta now that the water was boiling - fusilli, instead of spaghetti. He always felt it went far better with pesto than the longer stringy pastas ever did.

"Don't know what job I'd like to settle on. Woodworking I suppose. Maybe making furniture or something." He steepled his fingers. "How about you? Do you got an idea what you'd like to do for a job?" He watched Jackson's sure and confident fingers working and wondered what it would be like if the other boy was encouraged to have this kind of confidence in other areas of his life. He knows of course the broad strokes of what recently happened with the Dominant Jackson loved. He supposed that kind of thing broke your confidence. It made him feel pretty angry on his friend's behalf if he let himself.

"You'd be really good at that, Sir." Jackson said with a smile. "That easel you made me has held up really well, I use it all the time." He told him. "Oh um..." He honestly hadn't thought that much about his career path lately. He'd sort of just began to assume he wouldn't ever have one. He'd be lucky to find a claim at all, and if he did manage that by some stroke of luck there was no guarantee his future dominant would be okay with him working. He shrugged. "I guess something with art? But it really depends on whether I ever find a claim or not, I guess."

Ash perked up. "Oh yeah? I'm real glad. You deserve something good for your art. I was worried it would fall apart on you." His brow furrowed. "Oh... 'course. I'm still new to a lot of this. Seems a little unfair, but seems like submissives kinda end up having to leave some of this stuff up to their Dominants." His expression turned thoughtful and a little confused. He looked up finally and focused on Jackson. He wanted... really wanted to make sure his friend was protected and got everything he wanted out of life. "You're gonna be a hell of an artist. Probably famous and everything." It actually didn't occur to him that Jackson wouldn't get a claim. He was so smart and so sweet. Who wouldn't want to scoop him up and make him their own?

Jackson shrugged as he stirred the pasta in the pot. "I don't mind the idea of leaving some of it up to a Dominant." He said, "In theory, anyway. In an ideal world my future Dominant would know how important art is to me and would let me pursue it professionally. But realistically... I may end up having to settle for a Dominant who wants a stay at home sub and doesn't want me pursuing any profession whatsoever. Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose."

Asher listened and nodded. "There's so much more to learn about the system and all these dang choices everyone has to make." As a child he was completely shielded from the system except to think of it as evil. And as an adult out on his own he really only just saw it like a stranger looking in a window. "There are a lot of compromises people gotta make huh? Really want you to be able to be a chooser Jackson. If it was me I'd be proud for you to keep doing your..." He was interrupted by a sudden piercing cry. "Oops. 'Nother country heard from." He hopped off the stool and hustled back to the spare bedroom.

"Sometimes I forget you didn't grow up with this stuff like I did..." Jackson said softly. He was about to carry on with that thought when he heard the cry, and instantly he tensed up a bit. He hated that noise. He was happy to let Asher deal with it while he finished up with cooking supper, and by the time Asher returned he had their meal ready and served on the table.

Asher scooped up the baby and started talking nonesense to it tickling her tummy and rocking back and forth as he came in. "Oh my lord Zadie, your daddy sure can cook." He hoisted the baby onto his shoulder and as he sat down. "This really does look delicious Jackson. Thank you. Swear I'mma happily put on ten pounds eating your food." He used one hand to eat while the other continued to jiggle the baby who just made some cooing noises. Seemed she might be one of those babies that liked to move around. For his part Ash couldn't help making a few pleased noises himself. He hadn't been so sure he'd like the green sauce, but it was amazing. So many flavors all in each bite. "Did you learn to cook from your mom or dad or didja teach yourself?"

Jackson tried to hide his grimace at the fact that Asher once again referred to him as Zadie's daddy. It was pretty clear, Asher was the natural parent here, and Jackson had absolutely no parental instincts whatsoever. "My mom." He answered. "She got me started, anyway. Food Network and Youtube did the rest." He said as he tucked into his own plate. He watched the baby as Asher held her against his shoulder, admiring Asher's ability to multi-task.

Asher smiled brightly. "Can't tell you the things I learned watchin' a Youtube video." He chuckled. "Sometimes I done failed too, but mostly it's a good way to learn something when you ain't got someone to teach you." He stopped talking for a while so he could just enjoy the meal. When he stopped to readjust the robobaby to the other shoulder to give his arm a break, his mouth was finally free to speak some of the thoughts that had been rambling through his mind. "Your mama seems like a real nice lady. She was awful nice to me when I first got her. Made me feel real welcome." He huffed a laugh and looked over at Jackson through his lashes. "Now your dad... for a friendly lookin' fella he sure can be intimidating when he sets his mind to it. No offense meant of course. I'm sure he's a real fine man. 'Spose he's got to be stern with the students though."

Jackson smiled at Asher's kind words about his mother. He knew he was lucky to have her in his life. "Yeah, my mom's pretty great." He said softly, but he couldn't hide the grimace that clouded his features at the mention of his father. "Dad gets a little intense about his job... Before I enrolled here I was his son and things were all right, if a little rocky at times, but now... I'm just another student." He shrugged. "I know he doesn't want to get accused of playing favourites, or anything, but... It's almost like he doesn't care unless I'm making him look bad."

Ash frowned not expecting what he heard. He'd thought he'd find out all the ways Jackson had a different perspective on his dad. "Well, far as I can tell, his kid deserves a little favoritism." He wanted to bring some lightness to it, but he could tell it fell flat. "I get it. Your pops don't want people thinking his kids are getting special privilege's or anything, but ain't anyone here would think it's weird y'all are his favorite. Y'all should be. That don't mean he's giving you something he won't give all of us. Just means you're his kid and he loves you." He does take a moment to admit that he maybe has outsized, romantic ideas about parent and children and the love between them. There was none of it with his parents so he'd latched onto it as an idea.

Jackson just shrugged. Everything Asher was saying was everything Jackson wanted, not special treatment or clear favouritism, but some acknowledgement that he was Will's son and he was still loved even as a student of his. But allowing himself to wish for it, to miss what he wasn't getting... that was opening a dangerous door. Jackson had spend nearly three years now building walls. It had started with compartmentalizing, separating the father he knew growing up from the Headmaster who sent his children into a dungeon knowing full well they'd come out emotionally scarred for life. And then he'd had to start building more boxes, separating his grief over losing Steven from the demeanor his teachers expected of him to move forward. And then those boxes started to form together, behind a wall Jackson built to keep them all contained when he had a glimmer of hope that someone could love him and build a life with him. And then the biggest wall of them all, when that too was taken from him. There was no room for doors. No windows, no cracks... But of course, walls crack anyway, especially when they bear a lot of weight. That was where it was very clear to see the amount of pain he was in underneath it all. There was something about Asher that seemed to make his walls crumble just a little more every time they hung out, no matter how hard Jackson tried to keep them standing. "Think we can squeeze in a movie tonight?" He asked, changing the subject, "Or will it be too hard to do that with the baby?"

Asher ticked his head toward his shoulder, just watching the expressions that crossed his features. There was a whole lifetime of emotions there for him to read if only he knew the language. It was a book written in some language he'd never even seen before, but wished he understood. "Oh sure we can. Let's take her for a little stroll to get my things. e nice for all of us to get some fresh air. Then we come home and feed and change her. Full tummy and a warm cradle and she'll sleep like a bug in a run. Then movie time. Is it wrong if I leave you to clean up these dishes while I do baby time. Feel like I'm monopolizing all the sweetheart's time." He smiled brightly, giving him a wink.

"That sounds like a good plan, Sir." Jackson said, already standing to collect the dishes. "Not wrong at all, you can have as much time with her as you want." He assured, "As soon as I'm done the dishes we can head over to your place."

Asher wouldn't have said, hell wouldn't have been able to find the words or even the self-awareness to say how much he was enjoying this slice of domesticity. He smiled at Jackson as he stood from the table and started to bounce the baby on his shoulder sing-songing every nursery rhyme he could dredge up from his memory. It speaks volumes about who Jackson is and how Ash feels about him that he doesn't even feel embarrassed. It's not even a conscious thing. It's just as though deep down where all of the really true things are his subconscious trusts Jackson. He has 'Zadie' laying down on the couch pinching her toes and describing what each piggy would do when his friend finished the dishes. "And this little piggy cried wah, wah, wah all the way home." On the last words he crawled his fingers up to her stomach and tickled her. In his mind he could hear little baby laughter. He looked up over his shoulder with a wide grin. "All set Sugar."

Jackson had to admit, it was pretty cute to hear Asher singing to the baby, playing little games and just really embracing the whole thing. It was pretty clear that Asher was going to be a father someday, and a damn good one at that. The dishes didn't take very long, and when he was done he approached Asher and the baby to see if they were ready to go. "Let's get going then." He said with a soft smile, and he grabbed his coat from the hooks by the door as well as some shoes. "Wait, I think there's a little coat in the bag for her. She's temperature sensitive, apparently." He recalled being told by his teacher when he'd picked her up. "And maybe we should take a blanket or something too, just in case?" They wouldn't be outside for very long, but she was pretty small and it was pretty cold out that evening.

Asher had planned on putting the baby into his Jacket to keep her warm, but Jackson jumped in with all the solution they needed. He nodded and grinned. His friend was picking up on things faster than he figured he knew and thinking like a parent. Jack was so hard on himself. It made Asher want him to be so, so successful and see his gigantic worth. See it just like he did. When he returned with the jacket, he carefully guided the baby's arms through while the blanket was retrieved. "Do you wanna hold her? I feel like I really am being a baby hog."

Jackson hesitated again at the prospect of holding the baby. He was still really nervous about it, he knew he shouldn't be, but he was. "She likes you." He said, "I don't mind if you keep holding her." He figured maybe if he phrased it that way, Asher wouldn't pick up on the fact that he was still too scared to hold her.

Not ready yet, Well that was alright. Asher wasn't going to push Jackson. He had a feeling that he'd been pushed his whole life in one way or another and he just really didn't want to be another person who did that. Jackson had a whole week. There was no need to pressure or push him. They had lots of time. He'd agreed to help with this and that meant they were a team, supporting each other to support the baby. He didn't let any of these thoughts show on his face though. It was easy enough because he really did love playing 'daddy' for a while. He pulled the jacket hood over the baby's head and grinned. "All set." He set a strolling pace. Looking up into the darkening sky. "Feels like a storm coming up. Gonna get a bit of snow I think."

Jackson led the way out of his suite, locking the door behind them and then followed Asher out of the switch building and onto the path. He took in a breath. "Yeah, I think that's what the weather report said." He agreed, shivering a little. "It's kind of nice out right now though. Quiet, and I like the way it smells right before it snows..." He admitted. He was in a minority of people who actually kind of liked winter.

Asher nodded enthusiastically. "And then after a really good snow, when you go out before anyone else and everything sounds so.... crisp. Like you can hear just about every gosh darn thing. Quiet enough to hear the birds a mile away." He has the distinct urge to take his friend's hand, but that wasn't something friends did right? It's just because it's cold out, but yeah probably better not to. "Always liked the snow. Now mind you it can sure get in the way of work, but," he shrugged. "well, it's awful beautiful."

Jackson smiled, glad someone finally understood, rather than being shocked and almost offended that he liked the snow. "One of my favourite things is curling up with a mug of tea or hot chocolate and watching the snow fall from the window." He said. "Especially at night, when the streetlamps are lit." He got a warm feeling just thinking about it. It really was the little things that kept him going sometimes, and he had to remember to hang on to those feelings more often. They soon arrived at the entrance to the Dominant building and Jackson held the door open for Asher.

Asher nodded, smiling and cuddling the baby to resist reaching out and putting an arm around Jackson as much as anything. He listened to the submissive understanding completely. "I'm more of a coffee man myself." He winked and chuckled. "You know most people don't see it like that. They see the trouble, y'know, but it ain't trouble, it's beautiful. People just movin' so fast they miss the beautiful things just because they take a little more time." He shook his head.

"Coffee's okay, but I'm not supposed to have a lot of caffeine." He explained, as they walked down the hall to Asher's place. "I mean, I don't necessarily blame them... Snow can be a pain to travel in, and lots of people don't like to be cold, but I'd much rather be too cold than too warm anyday." He shrugged.

He nodded. "'Spect with taking medications for OCD, caffeine would play havoc, hmm?" He probably should learn more about those things so that he can be the supportive friend he really wants to be. "Sure, sure. Like I said, I never was a fan of working in the cold, but still.. no reason not to see the good of it right?" He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Couldn't agree more. After all, you can put on more clothes but ya can't get more naked."

Jackson grimaced, "Yeah... the medication definitely doesn't react well with caffeine. Same reason I can't have any alcohol or anything either." He said. Once they were inside Asher's suite, Jackson realized he had two choices here, choice number one was to take the baby while Asher gathered his own stuff. He wasn't particularly fond of that idea, but choice number two was to gather Asher's stuff for him which the other man might see as a slight invasion of privacy or too burdensome. He said nothing, and decided he'd let Asher make that decision.

He nodded in sympathy. "Well, way I see it, you ain't missing anything with the alcohol. I try to avoid the stuff more'n a beer or two now and again." The times he'd gotten drunk, he did not like the person he became. Too much like his father. Ash unlocked his door and flicked on the lights. He started down the hall but stopped at the painting. "Look Zadie. Your daddy painted that. Ain't it just the prettiest thing." He looked over his shoulder and looked a bit abashed. Though his words were true. Continuing down the hallway he used his foot to open the door that was already slightly ajar. He lay the baby on the bed and turned to Jackson. "Don't suppose robo-babies can roll right? Think she should be safe." He turned in a full circle trying to figure out how to do this as quickly as possible. "Think you can help me get some things." He pointed to the dresser. "Just some jeans, shirts, and somethin' to sleep in. I'll get my.... uhh.. my bathroom things and skivvies." He blushed a bit, not something he did often.

Jackson followed Asher down the hall and was pleasantly surprised when the Dom came up with a third option Jackson hadn't considered. He smiled and nodded, "Yes, Sir." He replied, even if Asher hadn't meant it as an order. He started to select some things out of the dresser while Asher went to go round up stuff from the bathroom. He picked stuff he thought Asher looked good and/or comfortable in, but he was only half done when the doll began to cry. Evidently, she had noticed Asher's absence. Jackson turned to look at her, hesitating. "Um... Sir?" He called, but his voice was drowned out by her increasingly loud wails. He felt a bubble of panic rise in his throat and he approached the baby, clearly very unsure of himself. Finally he reached out and picked her up, for the first time all afternoon. He awkwardly patted her back but she just kept growing louder and louder.

Ash heard the baby cry and finished grabbing things and throwing them into his kit bag. He stopped when he saw Jackson had the baby. He waited a moment, but when the cries only grew he knew he wouldn't leave him to handle it alone. However he also knew that he couldn't just keep hogging all of the baby time and ruining the experience for Jack. His compromise was to come close and start to rock side to side next to his friend. "Like this. Like you're dancin'. Just side to side, up and down." He smiled and nodded encouragingly. Together they'd get her settled down.

Jackson wasn't a dancer. But he tried to follow what Asher was telling him anyway. Anything to make that noise stop... but it wasn't working. She cried and cried and Jackson could feel his own panicked emotions getting in the way of actually calming her. He turned and damn near forced the baby into Asher's arms. "T-take her, she likes you, she'll calm down for you." He said, believing his words with every ounce of energy he had.

Ash took the baby without any argument. He knew how hard this was for Jackson. The baby was definitely in a full cry mode. "I think she's hungry." He bounced the baby and reached out to squeeze his shoulder. "Can I tell you a secret?" "We left the formula back at my place." Jackson said despairingly, dreading the idea of hauling a crying baby back all that way. "W-what?" He asked, wondering how the hell Asher thought now was a good time to divulge a secret.

He moved the baby to cradle in his arms, putting the tip of his pinky finger to her lips, waiting for the sucking sound before giving his attention to Jackson. "I, uh... Remember how I told you I done this before? For church? It didn't go so smooth at first. Thing cried so much my pop smacked me upside the head." He made a face and quickly moved on away from the bad part of the memory. "Anyway, reason I'm so good with her is I kept that other baby a whole week longer then I was s'posed to." He chuckled. "Ain't no magic ability. Just practice. I loved that doll something awful. Skipped school so I could stay home and figure it all out. Pretty damn stupid thing for a guy to be doing. Leastways that how I felt then. Way my folks saw it men don't do babies, but Jackson, I loved that baby doll something fierce. Didn't have nothing else really, so I really pretended it was real. Thing is you're smarter'n that. Smarter'n me for sure. You know it's just a noisy doll. A real noisy doll. Don't be so hard on yourself. 'Kay? You'll figure it out. Just need some practice."

Jackson listened and watched as Asher managed to pacify the baby with only a finger. He knew that wouldn't last long though. She was hungry and the formula was back at Jackson's suite. They needed to get her back there, and soon. He finished gathering clothes for Asher while the Dom spoke, needing to keep his hands busy. There was something about Ashers words that struck a chord with him though. Jackson didn't have much else either, he'd pretty well closed himself off to most of the relationships in his life and perhaps it was possible that he was even closing himself off from bonding with the robot baby. Was he really so broken he couldn't even love a doll? His hands were shaking as he finished folding Asher's clothes and he realized he still hadn't even said anything. "Its not stupid." Was the only thing that stuck out enough for him to comment on. "Just means you're more compassionate than most." He said, matter of factly. "Did you get all your stuff? We need to go if we're going to get her fed on time..."

"Yep. That's more'n enough for me. Let's get this little lady back to your place so we can get her fed up." He smiled at Jackson, thankful for his simple kindness. The thing is that he didn't think his friend would say something simply to say it. He was an honest soul who didn't do that whole subtext thing that so many people did. He headed back out to the living room and to the door wrapping the blanket back around the baby as they stepped into the drafty hallway. "It is tiring though ain't it? Can't imagine having three of 'em to take care of." He knew that sooner rather than later, Jackson was going to see how nurturing he was and how he had so much to give to a baby.

Jackson carried Asher's bag for him, since the Dom was carrying the baby. He followed out into the hall and as they walked he replied, "I can barely handle one, let alone three." He shuddered. It wasn't likely he would ever have to deal with this again though, he realized. It wasn't super likely that children were in his future at all. Unless he was purchased as a nanny slave or something, he realized. But even then... he probably wouldn't live that long. He wondered why he was still hanging around as long as he had, knowing he had no future. But as he walked a little bit behind Asher and watched as the Dom carried the little bundle of blankets so carefully, talking to her and the way the moonlight bounced off them both... maybe he was hoping that someday things would change. Maybe in ten years he would be watching his Dom carry their child under the stars. Whenever he envisioned a future where he had a Dom lately the person was always faceless. Nameless. It was hard to picture anything good. He tried not to let himself picture much of anything at all, though.

The stars were shining brightly over them now as they walked back. He speaks without thinking. "I'mma show you the stars in Montana someday. It's like there are nothing but stars. Just a big ole sky packed full of 'em." He rocked the baby, looking over his shoulder at Jackson with a giant grin on his face. He rarely just felt simple happiness. No shadows of his childhood. No worries about who or what he was. He just felt content. "So what movie should we watch?"

Jackson felt something within him when he saw Ashers smile. He couldn't quite identify it yet, but perhaps many months from now he might describe it as more cracks forming in the walls. "Are you opposed to Christmas movies in November?" He asked, "I think I'm in the mood for The Polar Express."

"I ain't opposed at all. My parents, well, we celebrated Christmas a little different. Think I got a lot of catching up to do. Si is talking all about parties and mistletoe and what not." His smile didn't fade as he slowed a bit for them to walk abreast. "Polar Express. Think I've heard of that."

"How did you do Christmas before?" Jackson asked, curious. He had a feeling he wouldn't like the answer. He didn't like most things he heard about the Karfosky family.

"Church mostly. Protesting. Santa and all that was considered devil stuff, you know? Pops would 'celebrate' his own way." He shook his head and laughed. "It ain't really as bad as I make it sound. Had a roof over our heads, food in our bellies. Might not have done the whole presents and traditions things, but goin' to church instead of gettin' presents ain't the worst thing a kid's gone through by a long stretch." He smiled and nodded his head. "'Sides, now we get to experience all that stuff new."

Jackson blinked, "Santa was considered devil stuff?" He asked, and then chuckled at a memory that popped into his head. "I mean I used to be absolutely terrified of Santa, but I never thought of him as being Satanic. We just had a big Assembly about Stranger Danger in school and I thought it was just wild that now we were supposed to let this strange man into our house, through the chimney of all places. Why couldn't he knock on the door like a proper guest?" He shook his head at his childhood self as they reached the door to the Switch building. He held it open for Asher as they entered. "This'll be Dave's first Christmas here too, won't it?" He asked. "Silas is going to have a blast." He was happy for Silas that his brothers were here, finally. They may not talk on a frequent basis, but Silas was one of those people Jackson could reliably say was his friend no matter how long it had been since they last talked.

"You know, thing is with my mama, most everything is devil stuff. She caught me looking at a lady's shoes at the Piggly Wiggly and I got a whooping for being 'Satan's Puppet'." He chuckled. "I was nine, hardly knew what kissing was, never mind what a foot fetish was." He listened with a happy smile as Jackson described a childhood memory of Santa. He chuckled picturing a very small Jack making a smart argument as to the safety or lack thereof of letting some old guy they don't know just shimmy on down the chimney into their house. "I 'spose so. Don't know how he feels about that. Yeah, Si's already making plans I think. There's a party apparently. He pulled the blankets down some now that they were inside the switch dorm. "Do you got any special traditions? Seems like that's what the holidays are mostly. Traditions."

Jackson's eyebrow raised at the story about the lady's shoes. He led the way up the stairs to the second floor, where his suite was. He unlocked the door to his suite and let Asher go in first, before following him. "She didn't even consider that maybe you just liked shoes?" He asked, half joking to try and keep the mood light, but half feeling quite upset on his Friend's behalf. "A party, hm? I know that's not your thing, but I hope you have fun anyway." He said genuinely as he set Asher's bag down by the sofa. "Oh... Um, well I haven't really gotten to do too many of our family's traditions since I came here. Everything's changed so much, you know? This year I'm sure Layla's going to be enjoying her first Christmas with Lucas. I might go have dinner with my parents on christmas eve, but other than that, don't really have a lot going on right now."

"They were shiny," Asher confirmed. "Just kinda drew my eye. But that's just not the world she lives in." He thinks that if not for Silas being the brother he was and also leaving they way he did, he might have been drawn into that world. Maybe he would have been strong enough to fight it on his own. No way to know he supposed. He's just glad that he broke free. He's pretty sure Jackson wouldn't like him one bit if he was like that. He shrugged his shoulders. "Si promised I can step out if I need to." He shrugged again, kind of hating that his brother is still having to protect him. "Layla's your sister and Lucas is her claim, right?" He'd been doing a little bit better getting to know people. "Well, I ain't got any traditions at all. Maybe you can teach me some of yours." He waited for Jack to open the door before pulling away the blanket entirely. "Well, should we fix little miss her dinner? She's had lots of cuddles and adventures so I think with a clean diaper and a full tummy she'll sleep through at least a movie."

Jackson was already gathering the supplies needed to mix up the formula as he listened. "Yeah, that's correct. Layla and Lucas only claimed a little while ago. They're happy." He said, and while he was genuinely happy for his sister, there was an element of sadness to his voice. After all, he wasn't as important a figure in his sister's life anymore. He often felt she got very swept away by all the amazing good things in her life that sometimes she failed to stop and realize how much Jackson needed her, or anyone, to meet him at his speed and just spend a little time with him. "Sure, I could teach you a few." He said as he tested the temperature of the formula in the bottle. "There, that should do it." He said as he passed the bottle over to Asher.

Asher nodded. "Nice to see your sibling happy, right? Seein' Silas smile makes me feel real good." He watched as Jackson mixed up the formula and check the temperature. Ash took the bottle but then held it back out. "Wanna give it a try?" He was riding the edge very carefully. He didn't want to push Jackson to do anything he wasn't ready for, but he also didn't want to hold him back. November 27, 2020

Jackson hesitated, the memory of the baby screaming in his arms but calming down almost instantly with Asher still fresh in his mind. That shouldn't bother him as much as it did... he stepped a little closer, almost brave enough to try it, but - "Are you sure I should? I'm positive she doesn't even like me..."

Asher took a seat on the couch and ticked his head to gesture Jackson over. "Sometimes I 'magine people find out about the OCD issues they get jittery like and them bein' all nervous probably sets somethin' off in you. Like they bein' nervous makes you feel awful nervous. Might be Zadie's got something like that. Ain't that she don't like you. Nothing like that at all. She's just feelin' you feelin' nervous. That's a'right. You both feelin' nervous and a little scared. Seems like that's probably how it is for real parents." He gently transferred the baby to Jackson's warm arms. "You can tell her how your feelin'. Seems like there ain't no one better to talk to."

It was kind of remarkable that Asher seemed to know that, about his OCD. He wondered if Asher had done some research, or perhaps he'd known other people with the disorder. He followed Asher to the couch without a word, regardless. Something in his was telling him to just do it, and that maybe spoke to how much he trusted Asher without realizing it. Before he knew it he had the baby in his arms and he swallowed down the anxiety that built up in his throat. This was ridiculous, his brain told him. She was a robot. She couldn't sense anything from him, and he couldn't really sense anything from her, either. Maybe that was the problem... maybe with a real baby things would be different. Jackson didn't want to tell her how he was feeling. He didn't really talk much about his feelings anymore to anyone, and with Asher right there, there wasn't much he could say without feeling completely exposed. He glanced up at the Dom and so far, Zadie hadn't started screeching yet, so that was a win. He reached out to take the bottle from Asher and took in a breath as he offered it to her. Before too long, she was happily suckling away at the bottle and Jackson was starting to feel a little bit more okay about this.

Asher gave Jackson the bottle and just settled back to give his friend some space. The truth was that while he maybe had done some research about OCD and anxiety, there was no way on the whole wide Earth for him to completely understand Jackson's perspective or the way he felt. However he did know that the robot baby didn't have negative feelings toward the other boy. It was... well, just a robot, but Jackson had negative feelings about Jackson because of what had happened when he'd first brought the baby home. He knew that he needed something positive and needed it right quick. He was silently praying that the baby didn't start squawking. He held his breath and didn't let it out until she starting making happy, sucking noises. He smiled at Jackson. "See, you're plenty good at this. Good as me leastways." He winked and leaned his head back against the couch, giving Jackson the space to have this moment.

Maybe he could do this, he decided, as he watched the baby eat. Not alone, absolutely not. He needed Asher there, that much he was willing to admit and honestly... it felt kind of nice to have someone there for him right now. But he wasn't quite feeling like it was a lost cause anymore. He didn't feel like shutting the baby in a closet and covering his ears and hoping it would all go away on its own. "Thank you, Sir..." He said suddenly. "For coming over, I mean. If you hadn't have showed up I..." he had no idea what he would have done. "Just... thank you."

He nodded and smiled. "You're welcome. Been my pleasure honestly." He loved taking care of the baby, but more than that he was just enjoying being there with Jackson. "I think you woulda worked things out, but I'm real glad I came by. Don't think parenting is one of those things anyone is supposed to do alone. Takes a village and all that stuff, right?"

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