#it's syrup - don't worry bout it

[samrut]

[htchnr]

♰ too late to turn back now ༻ L. HOWLETT.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a ko-fi!

content warning tooth rotting fluff ⋆ like fr it's disgusting how cute these two are ⋆ unmentioned age gap ⋆ r in her 20s ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

pairing neighbor!old man Logan.

summary sweet moments the morning after your first time together. written with 'Too Late To Turn Back Now' by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose! give it a listen for those sweet, sappy romantic vibes ;3 wordcount 0,9k.

authors note if y'all want, i can turn this into a small series, with little things that happen over time between these two 🤭 (please, PLEASE send requests for this, i'd love nothing more than more ideas and your thoughts) neighbor!Logan's got a cute cat in this series, (not mentioned yet in this fic) :3

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

soft tunes flow through your apartment as you stand at the stove, deftly flipping bacon pancakes in the pan. the windows are open, fresh air mixing with the thick smell of the pancakes.

Logan grunts as he shifts in your bed, face nuzzling against your pillows as he breathes in the comforting smell of your perfume and your scent.

he misses being wrapped in your scent when he gets up and out of bed, making his way to the doorway leading to the kitchen. he leans against the frame, watching you sway your hips as you quietly sing along to the music coming from your record player. he smiles as he watches your figure move, his shirt from last night covering you.

— SINCE I MET THIS LITTLE WOMAN, I BELIEVE IT'S HAPPENED TO ME.

his heart throbs at the lyrics, he knows it's one of the records he gave you a few weeks ago as a 'thank you' for watching his cat— he claimed he had them 'just laying around', but both of you knew better.

— IT'S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE I'M FALLING IN LOVE.

you turn around, moving to grab the large plate you were stacking the pancakes on when you spot him. your eyes widen and you jump a little as you lay your eyes on him— oh he looks too fine. boxers hugging his hips, that broad, hairy and scarred chest on full display.

" hey! hope i didn't wake you with the music. " you sheepishly smile, " m'sorry, it's a routine of mine. " you laugh as you turn back to scooping pancakes onto the plate.

he knows it's a routine, he eagerly listens for the sweet sound of your music each morning from the other side of the large wall separating your apartments. but you don't have to know that.

" don't worry 'bout it, doll. there'r worse ways to wake up. " he smiles. god, his smile.

you smile to yourself, turning away from him to hide your blush as you focus on the last batch of pancakes. you gasp as his big hands smooth over your hips, gently swaying with you to the music.

— AND THERE'S NOTHING THAT I CAN DO, IT'S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW.

he smiles against your hair, it is too late, he thinks to himself. with the way his heart clenches each time he hears you play one of the records he gave you, or when he smells your perfume waft over through his window as you water your plants— he knows he's caught it hard.

— TELL YOU, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT, FOR WANTING TO HOLD HER TIGHT.

but with the way you're laughing against him as you two sway to the music, trying to focus on not burning the pancakes— he lets his feelings wash over him in pleasant waves. it is indeed, 'too late to turn back now'.

" so, d'you want syrup with 'em? " your syrupy sweet voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts.

he blinks, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. " you're going to mix syrup with bacon pancakes? " he pokes, moving to take both plates of food from you with ease as he sets them on the table.

you laugh, a sound so sweet to him, he won't ever need extra sugar on anything as long as you're around. " oh, honey, " you grin teasingly, setting down a big jug of syrup on the table as you sit next to him. " i promise you'll love it. " you wink, pouring a generous amount over your stack of pancakes.

he hums, savoring the way you call him 'honey'. he watches you cut off a large bite with your fork, holding your hand beneath the dripping pieces, " c'mon, try it. " you grin.

he sighs with a smile, leaning forward to bite off the pieces from your fork. you giggle as some syrup drips onto his beard, leaning over to swipe it away with your thumb and suck off the sweetness.

Logan watches the action with darkening eyes, as you lick off the remainder of the syrup that dripped from the bite you offered him.

— IT'S TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE I'M FALLING IN LOVE.

it's safe to say, he's taken a strong liking to bacon pancakes drenched in syrup.

[flyingwargle]

atsumu is a morning person. he loves the quiet of the early hours, the drowsiness that sharpens into focus, the peace that follows the rising sun. although it pains him to separate himself from his partner each time, the drowsy, soft smile on sakusa's face when he sits at the breakfast table is worth it.

he quietly slips out from bed and into the kitchen. it's their first weekend off after rigorous training to prepare for their match against vc kanagawa, but not even off days is enough to shake atsumu from routine. he rummages through the cupboards for ingredients to make pancakes, an indulgence they definitely deserve. putting on his cooking playlist at a low volume, he gets to work.

it surprised him to learn that sakusa is not a morning person. it takes him at least three snoozes before he could be persuaded to get up, and no morning is complete without coffee. he's also much more receptive to physical affection while half-awake, although atsumu prefers to keep this tidbit to himself, if only to steal a few kisses from his usually reserved partner.

the pancake batter is done in minutes, measurements engrained in his muscle memory since childhood. sakusa likes his pancakes simple - a dollop of cream and butter. atsumu, on the other hand, goes all out, dressing them with fresh fruit and syrup, topped with a crown of cream. he slices the fruit, chills a bowl for the cream to whip once sakusa is awake. pan left to warm on the stove, he ventures down the hallway, knocking lightly on the closed bedroom door. "omi? ya awake yet? i'm about to start cookin'."

he hears shuffling, but nothing else. it's still early, according to his partner's standards, but hey, an extra hour awake just means more time together, right? atsumu enters, adding, "we can check out that park 'samu told me 'bout, said there were geese or somethin'."

sunlight strains against the curtains. a vague human shape is tucked beneath the blankets, unmoving as atsumu approaches. he peels the covers aside, greeted with a glare. "mornin' to ya too, omi."

"do you know what time it is?" sakusa's voice is much deeper after waking, harsher but without any of its bite.

"just after 10. c'mon, omi, yer burnin' daylight. we have tomorrow off too, so we can cuddle or whatever. oh, but we gotta get our cardio in." atsumu dismisses the thought. "that can come after cuddles. pancakes?"

sakusa sighs, low and heavy. "fine. just give me some time to get up."

"i'll get the cream whipped, then." atsumu leans over to kiss his cheek, smiles at his drowsy expression. he retreats, heading back to the kitchen to continue his work.

soon, the cream is chilling in the fridge, the batter is left beside the stove, pan warm and ready. atsumu knocks on the bedroom door again. "omi?"

he hears grumbles this time. pushing the door open, he sees his partner is still in bed, covers pushed aside from where he left it. when he meets sakusa's eyes, it's tinged with pain. "is somethin' wrong?" atsumu asks, worried.

"just pain in my hips," sakusa mumbles through gritted teeth. "sorry."

"don't say that. i'll grab yer heat pad. ya need painkillers, too? best ta take one with food."

"i think i'll be okay. just need some heat on it."

atsumu nods, slipping in and out within seconds. he helps position it under him, his partner letting out a tiny sigh. "there was pain in my knees too after practice," he admits quietly. "i'd rather not move much today if we have to do cardio tomorrow. sorry."

"s'no problem. just relax, 'kay? when ya feel better, let's move ya to the couch so i can feed ya breakfast and we can watch somethin' on tv." atsumu sits beside him, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "the geese can wait."

"i didn't know japan had geese."

"right? 'samu has to be lyin'."

it takes time but eventually, sakusa is coaxed out of bed and into the living room, supported the entire way. he settles on the couch, heat pad shifted to his other hip, massaging his wrists as atsumu makes pancakes, returning to his side with two plates. "want me to feed ya?"

"i can handle it." sakusa takes a fork, uses it to slice off a piece from atsumu's plate. he pops it in his mouth. "it's good."

"what's a man gotta take fer ya to say it's delicious?"

"a michelin star."

atsumu rolls his eyes. "those aren't measures fer good food an' ya know it."

sakusa chuckles, but it ends with a hiss as his hand jerks, fork falling from his grasp, landing with a clatter. atsumu puts his plate down, snatches the fork in an instant. "are ya okay?"

"yeah. just felt a jolt of pain." he sighs, hand lowered to his lap, using his other hand to massage it.

"guess i'll hafta feed ya now," atsumu jokes. when he doesn't get a retort, he blinks, notices the deep frown on his partner's face. "omi?"

"you shouldn't have to deal with me on your day off," sakusa mumbles. "i'm just being difficult."

"if i see my partner's in pain, i'm gonna do what i can to make it better. i hate that i can't make it go away completely, but i can help care fer ya and make life easier fer ya." his tone is serious, eyes bright with a cocktail of love and determination. "yer never difficult, omi. now shut up an' let me feed ya."

sakusa stares at him, incredulous. then, "you better get a clean fork."

"obviously," he retorts, standing.

"and a dishcloth to clean the floor. we don't need ants in the apartment."

"'samu dropped an entire pot of curry once an' we never got rats or anythin'."

"add to that sentence, and i'm revoking your kitchen privileges."

"are ya gonna cook? we both know ya suck at it."

sakusa rolls his eyes. "no, i don't. i learned from the best."

"aw, thanks."

"i meant your brother."

atsumu pouts, and sakusa simply laughs, a light chuckle that fills the room with light. floor cleaned thoroughly, atsumu sits beside him, feeds him bites of pancake in between conversation, checking in with his pain. dishes left aside in favor of watching tv, atsumu rests his head on sakusa's shoulder, simply enjoying his company.

the geese can wait another day.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ruggie Bucchi New Year's Attire Voice Lines

When Summoned: Alllright, this is all for the madol... Guess I gotta go all out! Welcome!

Summon Line: Time for me to show off my skills as a resourceful employee. I'm gonna get those customers to spend all their money!

Groooovy!!: Me, I got no plans to lose in a game with money on the line. You ready to break down 'n cry yet?

Home: 'Kay, I'm gonna go make a ton of money!

Home Idle 1: During this break, I took a short trip back home. I showed my grandma my improved grades, 'n she was super happy for me.

Home Idle 2: It's pretty neat havin' this sash holding up my sleeves so they don't get in my way. I bet I could use this while wearing other outfits too, so I better learn how to tie it up.

Home Idle 3: Snow kinda looks real tasty. Bet if I covered it in some kinda syrup, I'd be able to eat a whole lot. I wonder if it'd be okay if I just had some while no one's lookin'?

Home Idle - Login: Happy New Year! I wanna make this one another year where I don't gotta worry 'bout food, and I don't gotta work too hard.

Home Idle - Groovy: Did you actually use madol for your snowman's eyes!? What if someone takes... Oh, it's fake.

Home Tap 1: Urk, it's so cold! Waking up was real hard today, manー ...What's with that look? Even hard-workin' guys like me have days we don't want to get out a bed too, y'know.

Home Tap 2: Maan, this job's pretty demanding. I gotta eat twice as much as usual, or I'm gonna starve.

Home Tap 3: Apparently, in the East, there's this custom where they give gifts of money for New Year's. Man, I'm so jealous～

Home Tap 4: Yooo, Cater-san's super cheery and real good at sellin' stuff, and is great with the customers. It's a relief that he's on my team.

Home Tap 5: You want me to show you what we got for sale? Sure, but once you finish listenin' to my spiel, you're gonna want everything so bad your wallet's gonna be empty by the end of it.

Home Tap - Groovy: Eh, you brought me some snacks? I ain't gonna give 'em back, even if you ask for 'em back, okay? ...Yay! Heheh, thanks.

Duo: [RUGGIE]: Cater-san, we're definitely gonna win! [CATER]: Duh, let's go, Ruggie-kun!

Requested by Anonymous.

[tillthelandslide]

I really wanna see what the boys / Matty would be like when Lou gets sick on tour

Another scheduled post but enjoyyyyyy. Loved writing this one bc thought the idea was freaking adorable

Series Masterlist

Previous part

She had been off the whole show, her voice still sounded amazing but she kept having to take time out at the end of a song and blow her nose or drink some water.

The tour manager was standing at the side of the stage with Jamie, both of them kept looking at her, furrowing their eyebrows. At one point she heard Matty speak into her in ears "are you alright love?" He asks and she watches as all the boys look over at her, awaiting her reply.

She chuckles before saying "feel like death", it's dramatic and she's (half) joking but they all look worried as they look at her. The whole ordeal goes seemingly unnoticed by the crowd and they continue the set.

"don't think I can do about you..." she says at one point when she's off stage, taking a much needed out when she got given the opportunity, when it was only Matty performing.

Jamie stares at her, looking over her features, almost scanning her face. He could tell she looked disappointed and upset but more than anything she looked tired and a little clammy.

He places a hand against her forehead "love you're boiling, you need to rest" Jamie says and Lou's the one furrowing her eyebrows now.

"what are you saying? Not to go back out there?" She asks, before she sneezes again.

The rest of the boys come off stage, having finished the first half.

Jamie looks behind her and begins talking to someone (Matty) "she can't go back out there, she's burning up and she needs to rest", she feels a hand on her shoulder so she turns, seeing Matty.

He looks more worried than the rest of them and the most worried she had ever seen him. He takes in her disheveled appearance, features softening as a hand rests against her forehead.

"You alright love?" He asks, despite knowing she wasn't. She shakes her head and he sees tears appear in her eyes, not wanting to disappoint the band, she needed him to make the decision right now, if not to just take the pressure of her.

"don't worry bout it love. I've got you" he says, gently pulling her to him, placing a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

He turns almost immediately to the group "okay Jamie, you alright to take over all the keys?" He asks and squire nods.

"Polly, can you jump on backing vocals and do Lou's part for about you?"

"of course" she says and Matty then turns to her.

"sorted" he smiles down at her.

"but-"

"nope, you're going to go back to the hotel, Jamie will get you everything you need and you're going to rest until you're better okay?" He all but demands and she smiles a tired but soft smile at him, nodding.

"Good" he says, pulling her into a hug "I'll be right with you as soon as we're done" he says, with a kiss to her head.

"okay that's enough, we don't need you getting sick too" Jamie says, practically having to pull Matty off her.

"I love you" Matty says before he has to walk back on stage. They miss the smiles in everyone's faces at his words.

Jamie drives with her to the hotel and he helps her get undressed (respectfully of course) seeing as she had no energy to do it herself.

"Jamie I think I'm going to faint" she says as she tries to grab a shirt from her suitcase, he's quick to grab her as she wobbles.

Jamie looks around the room, finding a black shirt folded on the bed, he quickly grabs it and helps her put it on before he's ushering her into the bed.

Her eyes are heavy and she's slowly drifting off to sleep but can hear him shuffle around the room.

"Lou... Love, you've for water here and some cough syrup, some paracetamol..." He continues listing the things he's put on her bedside table but she's too sleepy to pay attention. She moves about in the bed, suddenly getting a wiff of Matty's scent making her eyes snap open. Upon reflection she sees that she's wearing his shirt.

"This is Matty's shirt..." She says weakly, smiling before groaning as she coughs more.

"It will have to do" Jamie says, she wasn't complaining anyway.

"okay... I'll be right across the hall okay? And Matty will be back soon to look after you" Jamie says and she smiles.

"Going to let him? Might get sick?" She says, her words coming out in a jumbled mess but Jamie understands.

"I couldn't stop that man if I tried... Not when it comes to you" she falls asleep after that, only waking when she hears the door open and Mattys voice.

"Hiya love... How ya feeling?" He asks and she realises he's sitting on the bed next to her.

"like death" she says, coughing some more. Matty leaves her a second before he's back at her side with some water and medicine.

"take these" he says, his voice stern.

"don't want them" she moans.

"Lou.... Take the god damn medicine" he says and she groans before doing as he says. He returns the items to where he found them before pulling her to his chest.

"Now sleep" he demands.

"don't want you getting sick"

"well I'm not going anywhere that's for sure. Now sleep" she couldn't disobey his order if she tried, she was to tired and ill for that anyway.

The next morning it's George who she wakes up too, he's brought her soup and more medicine.

"Matty had to attend to a dirty hit thing... Hates Jamie for it... But you've got me instead" George says and then he's making her drink the soup he's brought and take the medicine.

"Need anything else love?" George says, knowing one thing: she was clingy when she's ill.

"Could do with a cuddle from my best friend" he's lying back against the headboard of the bed then, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her.

The door opens at one point when she's drifted off the sleep in George's arms, revealing Ross who smiles sympathetically at her.

"How's she feeling" he asks, standing at the end of the bend.

"Bit better" George says, looking down at his best friend, moving some hair from her face. Her eyes drift open and she smiles up at Ross.

"Hi rockstar" he says making her smile wider.

"Jamie's going to kill me if I get all of you ill" she says and Ross chuckles.

"How about you let us worth about that? We want to be here" he says and George nods in agreement.

"Hanns gone to get you more medicine" Ross informs them before crawling into the bed, huffing her tightly, nodding to George to let him know he could go if he wanted. She then proceeds to fall asleep again. Waking up to Hann who gives her a tight squeeze and her medicine, wanting be careful as he didn't want to get sick and risk making Carly sick too.

One things for certain, every single one of them would be tending to her as much as they could when she was ill and they would be adamant that she wasn't to perform until she was 100% better.

[deke-rivers-1957]

Toby and Pop In Ireland

Ah'm lookin at mah chicken an Ah think it looks good. Ah try ta take a bite.

"Do ya like it?"

Ah keep the piece of chicken in mah mouth. Ah dunno what ta think of it. It ain't the best chicken Ah ever got. Also ain't so bad that Ah wanna cry.

"Ah think it'll be fine, Pop. Still ain't like yer chicken."

"Yeah. Like Ah said earlier, food ain't gonna taste the same cause we's high up. Everythin's gonna be more like a cracker."

Ah smile a little cause that means Ah ain't gonna have a burny mouth.

"Ah think Ah'm gonna be able ta finish this Pop."

"Atta boy. Once we have our breakfast in the mornin we's gonna eat good."

"Is we goin ta a pub, Pop?"

He thinks for a minute.

"Ah think it ain't fer ya. They gots all kinds a fish places."

Mah eyes're wide.

"They's got catfish, Pop?"

"Oh they ain't got catfish Toby. They got fish sticks type fish. Ain't gotta worry bout buyin 'em frozen no more. We's able ta get 'em fresh jus bout anywhere."

Ah scratch mah head.

"Ah like fish sticks. Now Ah wanna try Ireland fish sticks, Pop."

"Tha's good son. Ah think yer gonna really like it there."

Ah nod an go back ta eatin mah chicken.

Time Skip

Ah feel mah Pop shakin me awake.

"Toby wake up. We's gonna be landin soon."

Ah rub mah eyes an look out the window. Ah ain't seein clouds no more so we's gotta be landin.

"So's we gonna be havin breakfast before landin?"

"Tha's right, son. Ah asked the nice woman ta bring ya pancakes an hot chocolate."

Ah wiggle in mah seat a little.

"Yay! Ah like pancakes an hot chocolate."

Pop pats mah head an Ah stop wigglin.

"Awright son, here's yer breakfast."

Pop sets me up ta eat. Ah look at what Ah got. Ah got me 3 pancakes an 2 syrups. Tha's fine wit me cause Ah don't need a syrup fer each pancake.

"Ah like pancakes, Pop."

Ah keep eatin mah pancakes an drink mah hot chocolate.

"Yeah it'll do the trick till we get lunch."

Ah watch Pop drink his coffee.

"Do ya hate yer coffee, Pop?"

"Sure ain't sweet tea son. Airplane people're doin their best. Jus gonna have ta deal wit it. If this type a food's good then nobody'd wanna stay in the house. They'd be livin in an airplane all their lives."

Ah think bout that. Flyin in a plane ain't so bad. Then Ah think bout havin ta use the bathroom.

"Ah don't wanna live on no airplane, Pop. Bathroom's too small an ya gotta wait fer other people."

"Tha's right son. We jus gotta make do wit what they give us."

Ah nod cause Pop's sayin truths. Ain't no reason ta complain when it ain't hurtin me. Small bathrooms an a long wait hurts me but Ah know the airplane people can't do nothin bout that. Bigger planes ta make bathrooms bigger only means more people an even longer wait.

"We's startin ta land son. Finish up eatin. Ah'll make sure we gots our sweaters. Ireland ain't nearly as hot as Florida. Don't want ya catchin a cold."

"Awright, Pop. Do ya think Ireland gets real cold?"

"Hmm. We's gonna get some snow, but it ain't New York type a snow. Ya might be able ta get one snowman in but that's bout it."

Ah think bout it.

"Goodie. Ah don't wanna be too cold Pop. But Ah still wanna maybe get one good snow day for Christmas."

"Tha's nice, son. Now finish eatin yer pancakes."

Ah smile an stuff mah face wit pancakes. Ah hear a bing noise an the pilot starts talkin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into Cork. Please turn off all portable electronic devices and stow them until we have arrived at the gate. In preparation for landing in Cork, be certain your seat back is straight up and your seat belt is fastened."

"Pop wha's stow mean?"

Ah watch Pop think fer a minute.

"It means ta put yer things away. Can't be havin the plane crashin cause anythang's messin with the electronics."

"Ok, Pop. Ah'll put mah headphones away then. Ah don't wanna cause no accidents."

Pop pats mah head an Ah know Ah'm doin good.

Time Skip

"Awright son, le's go find our luggage. Once we get 'em we's gonna be goin fer lunch."

"Yay!"

Ah try lookin fer mah bags. Ah made sure ta get a cargo backpack with a froggie keychain so Ah done know how ta find it.

"Dere it is, Toby. Le's look at the names ta make sure we got everythang."

"Ok, Pop."

We start lookin fat our names.

"Look, Pop. This backpack's got mah froggie keychain."

"Then it's yer backpack son."

Ah grab mah backpack an hug it. Ah like mah backpack wit mah froggie keychain.

"Awright. We's got our luggage. Ah'm gonna call Uncle Travis ta let 'em know we's gonna get lunch then go on over ta their homestad."

"Ok, Pop."

Ah follow Pop ta a phone booth and listen ta him talkin. Ah kinda like bein in this phone booth. Ain't loud like the airport waitin room.

"Son we's leavin now. What ya wanna eat?"

Ah look up at Pop.

"Ah wanna know what the Ireland people's fish sticks taste like, Pop."

"Awright Toby. Plenty a places we can go fer that. Ah'mma try findin one that ain't that busy."

A man pulls up.

"Oi, I'll give ya a ride, guv."

Pop looks at him. Mah eyes glaze over a bit. Ah ain't got a clue what he's sayin.

"Ya'll got any fish stick places here?"

"Can tuck in at a takeway place, guv. Get ya dere in half a tick."

Pop shrugs then takes mah hand ta get us in the car.

"Why ya talk so strange, sir?"

"Born in London before I moved here laddie. Ya southerners ain't so different. Ya jus us but Yanks."

"Ok."

Ah think Ah'm understandin what he's sayin. He's sayin we ain't that different cause Ah learned in history class that some a the Ireland people moved to America. They done moved to the South an they started talkin different cause they were Ireland people no more.

"Son jus stay in the car. Ah'mma get ya fish sticks ta go. We's gonna be eatin on the way to Uncle Travis' house."

"Awright, Pop. Ah'mma keep mah eye on our luggage."

Ah watch Pop get outta the car an go inside a small restaurant. Ah tap mah hands gets mah cargo backpack. Ah start makin stories in mah head after a while. Ah'm seein me an Pop walkin round a strange place. Ah got a wand in mah hand an Ah'm makin magic.

"Awright, son. Ah got somethin better than fish sticks fer ya."

Pop comes back in the car wit a bag a food.

"Better than fish sticks? Pop wha's better than fish sticks?"

He pulls out a box an opens it.

"This' a fish stick sandwich. Got it wit fries an a ketchup cup."

Mah eyes widen.

"They got a sandwich made outta fish sticks? Wow. Ah gotta try this, Pop."

Ah start eatin mah sandwich while Pop talks wit the nice man drivin us.

"Ah love it!"

"Yer right, son. Irish folk sure knows how ta fry fish. They is distant kin after all. We got similar type a foods jus made different."

Ah keep eatin mah sandwich the whole car ride. Don't even wanna wiggle cause this sandwich's so good.

"Now look out yer window son. We's gonna be pproachin Kwimper territory. Uncle Travis' house's comin up jus up ahead."

Ah look out mah window an Ah see an amazin forest house.

"Thank ya kindly stranger. Have yerself a 20."

"Blimey! 'Twas my honor guv."

Ah help Pop get our luggage out the car an wave by ta the nice Irish man as he drives way.

"Come on, Toby. We's gotta get unpacked an meet our kin."

"Ok Pop."

We start walkin up the path to Uncle Travis' house. Can't wait ta meet Irish Kwimpers.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @aliengoth3, @vintagepresley, @comebackep, @thetaoofzoe, and @presleysgirl6.

[rowdawg69]

I throw him onto my couch. I throw a chain on his ankle so I don't have to worry about dealing with him if he sobers up suddenly and decides to try and kick my ass. I decide to throw a blanket over him and a spare pillow under his head. After doing all that, I decide to deal with it in the morning.

The next morning I am obviously surprised to see him on my couch but then remember what happened the earlier evening. I get started on breakfast and simply because it wouldn't be fun to annihilate him right now, as I have standards, I show him the simple hospitality of being a house guest and make enough breakfast for the both of us. "Everyone likes pancakes", I mumble to myself. Before making an incredible amount. I keep the good syrup for myself and give The Hawk the artificial stuff I accidentally bought. Right as I finish cooking and the coffee is done brewing he wakes up. "Bout time you woke up. You like cheese in your eggs?" A balanced breakfast is important.

"Yes, please, I'm terribly sorry for dropping in like this unannounced. I didn't know where else to turn."

"What the hell happened? Even I don't fuck you up this bad. You're lucky that the couch is red." I ask annoyed. I don't like that he's here, but for some reason, I pity that this the only place he could turn. "Do you not have friends or family? I understand you not letting me know your secret identity, but you would think that your trusted family would know."

"That's the issue. They're gone."

"No friends, no family? Shame. I was thinking about trying to find those next week. Still. Sorry to hear that."

You, a supervillain, answer a knock at your door, only to find your superhero nemesis shivering, bleeding, scared, and slightly dazed (as if drugged). They appear to have been assaulted. The hero mumbles “…didn’t know where else to go…” before collapsing into your arms.

[new-jersey-high]

The Morning After

The next morning, Niff woke up to the smell of... food. It'd been... a while since she'd smelled something - anything, really - that wasn't from the school cafeteria, much less anything that smelled that good. She got out of her bed, and made her way to the kitchen.

"Hey, there, sleepyhead; what'cha want?"

There was Chucho, making breakfast.

"I made my basic grains-" he pointed to frozen box waffles that he'd toasted to a golden brown next to some... long marshmallows. "Proteins-" he pointing to eggs, sausage, ham, and bacon. "And fruits-" he pointed to apple slices, orange slices, sliced bananas, blueberries, and grapes. "-but I can buy something if you're not hungry for any of this."

Niff shook her head. "No, I'll eat anything you've got, Chucho." she grabbed a plate and began stacking up a few waffles, eggs, and orange slices. "So, uh, where are your forks n' stuff?"

"In the first drawer, next to the sink."

She opened the drawer and took out a plastic fork. She placed it on her plate, before setting her plate down. "Got anything to drink?"

"Yep; I got beer, milk soda, coffee, water and juice."

As Niff opened up the fridge to look inside, she could tell Chucho kept everything well-stocked. He had five brands of beer, four brands of soda, three brands of juice, two opened and half-empty gallons of milk, and - on the counter next to the fridge - a pot of hot coffee.

She grabbed a box of orange juice. "Cups?"

"Above the dishwasher."

She opened the cupboard and grabbed a cup that read 'PAPI CHULO'. She poured her fill before she capped it back up and tucked the carton back into the fridge, sitting herself down and beginning to have breakfast - the first real breakfast she'd had for a while. However, as she ate and drank, she kept smelling something that she couldn't pinpoint the smell.

At that point, Niff heard a toilet flush, a sink run for about a minute, and the bathroom door open to show Carlos stepping out.

"G'morning, cuz! So; how'd you guys like the bed?"

"Uh… I kinda… slept on the floor."

"What?!" Chucho set down the pan where he was cooking more eggs. "Dude; that bed was big enough for the two of you!"

"I'm sorry-"

"No-" he sighed. "I'm just… no, don't worry about it. If you wanted another bed, you could've just asked."

"I don't remember you not getting into bed with me," Niff said, "but... I also did pass out almost immediately." She paused. "Why'd you sleep on the floor?"

"... back problems," Carlos said, as he began to plate up and sat down next to Niff. Because of her preparation, Niff was able to dress with pajamas, which - due to her large chest - seemed to create a draped effect with the shirt she chose.

CLANG!

Carlos' sights shot straight up as he saw Chucho's comically large plate of food which he placed down on the table. However, his cousin's smile fell as he saw Niff's sparce selection. "Niff, girl; you didn't want to try out the French toast?" He pulled up what she believed to be marshmallows.

Niff was able to finally pinpoint the smell. However, despite her realization, she didn't let on.

"Nah, not right now; thanks, for making it, though." She continued to eat. "I don't usually eat much, this is pretty much enough."

"Cool, cool." He paused before turning to face his cousin. "Carlos, how 'bout you; French toast?"

"Sure, I'll try some." He grabbed a stick, and a pound of powdered sugar fell off, partly revealing the darker bread underneath. He then gingerly dipped it in small bowl of maple syrup, careful not to taint it with too much of the sugar.

He took a bite and his eyes widened. "Dude; this is really good!"

Niff raised an eyebrow. "It is?"

"Yeah-" took the remaining bite and handed it to her, careful to shield the rest of the table with his plate. "Here; try some."

Niff took the stick and - after dipping it in like Carlos did - tasted Chucho's handiwork, her eyes widening as well.

"That's... surprisingly good." She grabbed another piece, quickly dipped it in, dusting the maple syrup, before shoving it in her mouth. "That's like, the best French toast I've had!"

"Thanks," Chucho said, smiling. "Yeah, I got them off this website; I think it was 'homerecipes.org' or something like that." He began to dig into his own plate. "To be honest, I only started getting into it..."

Chucho's voice trailed off as Niff began to think back on her first bite of French toast.

…

"Jenny," she heard her father - her real father - call from downstairs, "breakfast is ready!"

"Coming, Dad!" Her father had promised to make her breakfast and as the smell wafted upstairs, her mouth began to water. Jenny had been waiting for this all week. She quickly got out of bed, then her room, down the stairs, and then to the table.

"Hey, there, muffin; I got all your favorites," he said, as he wiped off his hands on an apron that read 'kiss the cook'. There were waffles, scrambled eggs, and banana slices. However, her nose picked up on a certain smell and her eyes darted to its source; a few thick browned sticks, lightly dusted with a light tan powder.

"Oooh," she said, as she sat down. "You made your special French toast, I see!"

Her father beamed. Michael Weston was a stay at home dad who loved to experiment with his baking. One of his greatest successes was his French toast, to which he added chocolate chips and extra brown sugar, leading to the resulting sticks being sweeter than normal sticks.

"Yep; since you got your B+ in history, I thought it'd be good to mark the occasion with a little something special."

"Hey, I'm also the cheer squad, too!" Jenny said, "Why aren't we also celebrating that?"

"Well, because it's one thing at a time, young miss, and I wouldn't want you to get a tummy ache!"

As he saw her pout slightly, he continued. "But if you'd like, we can go to Target to get that bike you always wanted."

"Da-ad," she said, as she put her fork down, "I'm a freshman now. We don't 'ride bikes' anymore. Can I just get an iPhone instead?"

Okay, okay; I'll get you an iPhone." he paused. "I'm still buying that bike."

While the other girls had been raving about the new iPhones, Jenny actually was hoping to still get that bike. "Thanks, Dad."

"No problem." He plated up his daughter's plate, before plating up his own. He set hers in front of her and his in front of himself. He then served her a glass of orange juice and himself a rich cup of black coffee. "To good grades." He toasted with his coffee.

"To good grades," Jenny agreed, and completed his toast of her success with her glass of OJ.

…

"Uh, Niff?" Chucho asked. "You okay, girl?"

As she heard his voice, she was brought back to the moment. She was back in Chucho's apartment that vaguely smelled of weed. She was still in her (pajama t-shirt that was too large and her shorts that were a touch too short). Her sparce selection went mostly untouched, whereas Carlos and Chucho's plates were half-done.

After Chucho's question sank in, she blinked quickly, and wiped away what she could feel was a small tear forming. "Yeah, thanks. It's just been a while since I had good French toast." She paused as she controlled her breathing, which she felt start to grow heavier. "My... my dad used to make it really good, too."

"Oh, I see." Chucho took a sip of his 'Irish' coffee though - given his choice of alcohol - it was more Mexican than Irish. He paused. "Can I ask about him?"

"I guess. Whaddya wanna know?" Niff asked, raising her emotional haunches, ready to defend herself.

"Is he dead or in jail?"

She took a sip of her juice. "He's dead. According to how they found and to what the witnesses said, he hit a tree swerving to avoid someone driving on the wrong side of the road. And just left him there" She took a breath. "I hope that when he died, that it was instant; I don't wanna think of him feeling how fucked up he got."

"Damn." He took a sip. "You have my condolences, girl." He took a pause, which became an awkward moment of silence. "Do you want a hug?"

"No; thank you though." Niff, after a moment of being in thought, then added, "I'd never thought it this way before, but I guess I'd say that my life started going downhill when he did." She took another sip of her juice. "My mom's sure did."

"What happened to her?" Chucho asked.

"She took to the bars and pubs to drown the grief of losing Dad and my sister Penny. I think she tried dating again, 'cuz she started coming home with a bunch of different guys, until she settled on Mitch. She couldn't handle paying for the house without my dad, so we moved into that shithole you pulled us out of."

"Ah, gotcha, gotcha." He pulled out a card. "Well, if your mom needs help, there's this woman in San Francisco who's got connections."

As Niff took the card, she looked it over, not getting what he meant. "Who's she? What kind of connections?"

"Her name's Catalina Aguilar, but everyone calls her Miss Lina. "Her whole schtick is helping out immigrants and down-on-their-luck women."

As he spoke her name, she was able to piece together her name at the top. "Catalina Aguilar," she read slowly, before the rest of the card started to make more sense. "Con... counselor... and... way-women's sau... services."

"Yeah." Chucho continued to finish his plate. "I think she was like, an ACTUAL mob boss, but her son took over after he got married and had a kid. He took a sip. "He's a good guy, but from what I heard, he's a bit of shit family man."

Niff focused on the first half of what he'd said. "My mom definitely needs help. Maybe this could be it." She looked up at him. "Can I keep this?"

"Yeah, I got a whole stack of them. A word of caution, though; she's like, in her eighties now."

"Why, is she old-fashioned in a bad way?"

"Well, she's old-fashioned in that she believes that a man should take charge for his actions and that women should be respected for the gifts of God that they are, but if you're asking if she's homophobic; nah. Her son's queer, I think."

"I was mostly asking for that, yeah."

"Yeah." Chucho shot back the final sip of his coffee. "Like, he got married, but the bride's face was never shown and there were rumors that they're getting divorced when their kid's eighteen."

Niff raised an eyebrow. "So, wait; she's in her eighties, but she has a kid who isn't even eighteen?"

"No, no, no; her SON has a kid; she's like seventeen, now, I think, so there's not much longer."

Niff's eyes widened with a deep confusion. "So, she's NOT in her eighties, she's seventeen?"

Chucho chuckled. "You're a funny kid, Niff. No, Miss Lina has a son named Lou. Lou got married and had a kid. There were rumors that the relationship of Lou and his wife didn't work out, and that they're set to divorce a week after the kid's 18th birthday, which will be either this year, or the next."

"Ohh."

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TPS Part 11: The Gift Of Friendship

"Pacer? When's yer birthday?"

"My birtday? Vhy do you vant to know?"

"Cause Ah gave Jacklin a present fer 'er birthday an Ah think yer mah friend too so Ah wanna get ya somethin."

Pacer puts down his pot of soil so he can look at me.

"My birtday is in August."

"Boo. Well what do ya usually get fer yer birthday? Cheeseburger or some type a fancy steak?"

"On special occassions my moder cooks for us. Her family doesn't eat meat so my birtday dinner is vegetarian."

Ah try ta think bout wha he means.

"Wha bout dessert?"

"My moder makes me gulab jamun. Dey are small fried dough balls soaked in syrup."

"Oh tha's nice."

Sprout comes in smilin.

"Thank you for helping dearies! 10 points for Gryffindor and 10 points for Hufflepuff."

"Tank you Professor Sprout."

"Off you go. Back to your common rooms."

Pacer an Ah go our own ways. Ah'm still a lil upset Ah can't get 'em nothin fer his birthday.

Time Skip

"Do you plan on staying here for the holidays, Toby?"

"Fer Christmas? Uh... Ah hadn't thought bout it. Would ya like me ta stay fer the holidays?"

"Oh I was asking because my father has to go on a trip to Germany. I wanted to know when I should give you your Christmas gift before I leave."

Ah blink at 'er.

"Ya got a Christmas gift fer me, Jacklin?"

"Yes. Do Americans typically not give gifts to friends?"

Ah think fer a minute wit' mah face fillin' wit’ surprise.

"Uh... Well, Ah guess Ah do give gifts ta people... Ah mean, tha's mostly family though. So, ya been savin' yer gift fer me?"

"Yes, so if you plan on going home, I’ll just give it to you before I leave."

"Wait! Ya can't tell me ya got a present fer me an' then not tell me what it is. Ah'm a-goin' insane tryin' ta imagine what it could be."

Ah try a pretend to be serious. Ah stare at Jacklin, who looks at me in the funny way she does, as 'er eyebrows raise an' a smile crosses 'er face.

"I can’t even give it to you if I wanted to. My parents haven’t sent it yet."

"Why not? What're they waitin' fer?"

"It’s two weeks before Christmas. I told them to send it so that it would get here by the final Friday of this semester."

"Why'd ya wait so long? Was a secret or somethin’?"

Ah try ta sound sarcastic an' playful but Ah dunno if Ah did it right.

"Of course it’s a secret. Part of what makes Christmas magical is the surprise of what you get."

"Do ya think ya could at least hint at it?"

"This is a magical artifact my ancestors have kept in our possession for centuries."

"Wow."

Ah start ta wonder wha Ah should get 'er cause she's gonna get me some kinda fancy gift an Ah can't jus get 'er nutin.

"Now Toby, I don’t want you to think that you have to give me anything in return."

"But Ah do wanna give ya a gift. Ah've already been savin' my pocket money ta buy somethin’ fer ya."

"I understand, Toby. I know that not everyone can afford to give gifts all the time. The book about Baseball you gave me for my birthday was good enough. It's so detailed I'm still only a quarter of the way through."

"Wow."

Ah let it all out in a big, loud sigh. Tha's one less thang ta worry bout.

Time Skip

Ah'm eatin breakfast while Jacklin's in the bathroom. Ah hear hootin an see Buckbeak flyin up ta me with a lil package.

"Thanks Buck. Ah hope Pop treated ya well. Have a piece a egg."

Ah feed 'em a small piece a mah boiled egg. He hoots happily an flies away.

"Yeah it's wha Ah asked mah Pop ta get awright. Gotta hide this."

Ah put it in mah backpack knowin Jacklin'll never be able ta guess what Ah got er. Jacklin comes back an Ah get a good idea.

"Jacklin ya know wha's somethin me an Pop do every year?"

"What, Toby?"

"Every year Pop measures mah height ta see how much Ah grow a year."

Ah see Jacklin thinkin an Ah don't think it's a look a pretendin ta care.

"I wonder if this is something a lot of parents do. But how will you be able to do it here?"

Ah shrug.

"Can always do it right before we leave fer Christmas an all."

"Oh yes. That's a great idea."

Ah smile cause Ah think Ah'm gettin smarter by the day here.

Time Skip

Ah'm sleepin in bed when Ah hear one a mah roommates talkin.

"Oi. Toby ya got a girl in 'ere."

Ah almost think Ah'm dreamin till Ah feel a pillow hit mah head.

"Wha's happenin?"

"Ya got a girl ta see ya."

Ah'm still feelin sleepy an don't realize he's meanin Jacklin till she walks in.

"Happy early Christmas, Toby."

Ah yawn.

"Mornin Jacklin."

"It's the last Friday before the break. I have your Christmas gift."

"Ya do? Ok. Ah got somethin fer ya too."

She sits down on mah bed an Ah get the package outta mah backpack. The package she's got's much bigger than mine but Ah don't mind much.

"So whatcha got me?"

"Open it up and I’ll tell you."

Ah start ta unwrap it slowly an' enjoy every moment. Ah open it an Ah somethin that looks like a robe a some kind.

"It's an invisibility cloak."

Ah love it! Every bit a this is amazin. Ah try ta keep mah voice down cause Ah feel like Ah'm gonna be told some kinda secret.

"This' a rare magic item ya said?"

"That’s right, Toby. This right here is one of the Deathly Hallows, one of three artifacts that were originally owned by the Peverell family. The Gryffindor family won it in a duel against Ignotus Peverell's son. It's been in our family ever since."

"How'd they make the Deathly Halos?"

"No one knows for sure. Some say they got the Deathly Hallows by winning against Death. Others say they made these items themselves. All that matters is that the Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone, and that Cloak of Invisibility are the most powerful items to have."

Mah eyes're big. Ah look round ta see if anybody's listenin.

"This' the best Christmas present Ah've ever heard of! Yer daddy really said it's ok Ah can have this?"

"Yes. No one would ever expect you to have it. My father has been trying to find someone who could take it ever since the last war. Dark wizards would literally kill for this cloak and would assume that a powerful family would have it."

"..... So yer sayin he wants me ta keep it safe cause nobody'd ever think a lil boy like me'd have it?"

"Yes exactly. It's why you can't tell anyone. Not even your Pop. Dark wizards would torture anyone even suspected of knowing where it could be."

Ah realize jus how serious this all is. Ah'm real touched Jacklin's family trusts me ta take care a it.

"Do ya know where the other 2 Halos are?"

"I'm not sure. Even if I did, I don't think I would be able to tell you though. So many people could get hurt if dark wizards find out."

"Ok. Ah get it. Ya gotta keep it secret."

Ah ain't too bothered she can't tell me. Ah don't want nobody gettin hurt jus cause Ah'm curious. Ah try ta keep thangs normal before breakfast an give 'er mah package.

"Is that for me, Toby?"

"It sure is. It's a present fer ya.

Ah see Jacklin's eyes light up as she looks at mah present an' Ah wait wit' anticipation while she opens it.

"Do ya know what Ah got ya?"

"No."

Ah can't contain my laughter as Ah see Ah gave Jacklin a present she's never seen before.

"Oh man, ya really didn't know what this was?"

"There’s a lot of things humans use that we just don’t have in the magic world. Why you say Baseball is a very popular sport and yet I've never even heard of it."

Ah know it really ain't funny but it's kinda funny how she's so smart yet don't know thangs Ah use a lot.

"Ah got ya wha's called a digital camera."

Ah notice Jacklin's head leanin' toward the camera.

"Humans really use something this small to make their motion pictures?"

"Tha's jus a part a what it does. Now watch this. This is tha fun part."

Ah turn the camera on an’ Jacklin takes the first photos wit' it. Ah see the screen get all messed up.

"Nothing happened? Is this type of camera considered to be new?"

"Well... kinda. Nobody really uses those big ol flash bulb cameras no more."

"That might explain why. My father says that if something uses e-lec-tricity it would malfunction once it's on the grounds of Hogwarts."

Ah blink like Ah jus figured somethin out.

"Ohhhhhh. Ah guess ya better wait till ya get home cause this camera's too new."

"You mean it doesn't use film?"

"Yeah. Tha's why Ah said it's called a “digital” camera. There's a little computer in it and it saves the photos inside."

Jacklin looks at the camera an’ takes a look at it inside, searchin' fer the computer Ah was just tellin' 'er bout. It's startin ta get cute cause it's like showin somebody from the pilgrim days a real life airplane.

"I think I’ll use this on my trip to Germany."

"Well Ah'm glad yer able ta find some use fer it."

Ah can see Jacklin's thinkin. Ah dunno wha she's thinkin bout, but she's doin it.

"By the way, when did you say your birthday was?"

"It's comin' up in a couple weeks. Why'd ya ask?"

"Oh. Well we wouldn’t be seeing each other until after your birthday so I guess it doesn’t matter now."

"Wha... Wha do ya mean it don't matter? Ya got somethin' ya was thinkin' bout givin me as a surprise fer mah birthday?"

She sighs an Ah wonder if Ah upset 'er bout somethin.

"Not necessarily. I usually get souvenirs whenever my father goes on trips to other countries."

"Nah, nah, we're not doin' this "souvnear" thing."

"And why not?"

"That's nothin' special. Could be anythin’. Ya gotta surprise me wit somethin' better than that."

She makes a face. Ah dunno wha it means but it's a face.

"You’re thinking of souvenirs that humans get such as those plastic Eiffel Towers. My family never buys items like that. I usually get a box of macarons from the finest patisserie in France."

"See! Now that's somthin' Ah'd like ta get."

Ah see Jacklin's thinkin agin an Ah think Ah made things better.

"I don’t know what they have in Germany but I’m sure they have a lot of nice stuff to buy."

"Ya think they got somethin' as good as tha mackrons?"

"I'm not sure. Either way I’ll make sure to get you something nice."

"Thanks, Jacklin."

Ah then remember somethin.

"We gotta measure our heights before we leave."

"Oh yes that's right. How do you want to do this?"

Ah gotta figure out how ta do this. Ah go round the room lookin for a blank wall.

"Well maybe we can use this paper an write down our heights."

Jacklin looks at me like she ain't gettin it so Ah jus gotta show 'er.

"So ya jus take yer quill an make a line right over the top a mah head like this."

Ah make a line on the paper ta show 'er jus how much above yer head yer spose ta go.

"Now ya go."

"Alright then, Toby."

Jacklin does the same thang Ah do an Ah realize she's only a lil bit taller than me.

"Now le's see the numbers."

Ah find one a the tape measures ta figure it out.

"Ok so Ah'm 5 ft 1 an yer almost 5 ft 2."

Jacklin looks confused.

"Can you use the centimeter measurements Toby?"

"Oh."

Ah look at it wit the centimeters an write it down.

"Ah'm 155 an yer 157."

"I see. Well I wouldn't worry about being shorter than me Toby. You just haven't had your growth spurt yet."

"Ok."

Time Skip

"Toby!"

Ah look an see Pacer comin up ta me before Ah get off the train wit a bag a somethin.

"Dis is vhat I am giving you for Christmas."

"Ooh. What'd ya gimme?"

"Dis is a bag of basundi poori. Ve jus celebrated the Hindu holiday of Bhai Dooj last month. My moder said I can give my classmates small bags of dese."

Ah blink at 'em. Ah know Pacer's real nice fer givin this ta me but Ah got know idea what it's bout.

"Well uhh... Ah dunno much bout Indian stuff so how exactly do ya eat it?"

"The poori is a bread dat's eaten vit the basundi vich is like a custard."

"Awright then. Ah'll send ya a letter when Ah finish 'em."

"Tank you. I gave you my address in your bag."

Ah smile at 'em. Then Ah start ta feel bad bout not havin anythang fer Pacer.

"Gee this' so nice, Pacer. Ah weren't expectin ta see ya till next year so Ah weren't able ta get ya anythang."

Ah pull a cauldron cake outta mah pocket.

"Here Pacer. Ah know it ain't much an Ah dunno if people in India're even allowed ta eat these, but Ah want ya ta have it."

"Tank you, Toby."

Ah smile as Ah watch Pacer get off the train. Ah follow 'em off an Ah hear a voice Ah ain't heard in a while.

"Dat mah Toby?"

Ah rush right on over ta Pop.

"Pop! Ah had tha most wonderful time. Me an Trevor had a lotta fun. Did ya miss me, Pop?"

"Course Ah did but Ah know ya done been havin yerself a real good time."

"Ah met Pacer on the train an he gave me some Indian deserts."

"Tha's nice son. We'll try it when we get home."

"Ok."

Pop gets a taxi so we can go on back home by ferry.

"So Ah was tellin ya bout Jacklin playin Quidditch in mah letter but Ah ain't tol ya bout wha our principal did ta find out who did it."

"Oh? Wha'd he do?"

"He started askin jus bout everybody in the teachers an fancy people's section if they saw anythang."

Ah see Pop noddin along. Ah hope he's actually payin attention cause this' real important.

"Wha'd he find out?"

"Ah only heard the part bout mah Potions teacher tellin 'em he was tryna help Jacklin. Somebody was makin 'er broom buck round an he was tryin say the turn off curse ta get it ta stop. Tha's when the black ball flew inta stands an Ah fell down."

"Ah see Toby. Looks like yer Potions teacher's a good man tryna save 'er. Do ya know who else was in that section?"

"Mah transformin teacher, mah dark magic teacher, the principal an a whole lotta people Ah dunno."

Pop's lookin like he's thinkin bout somethin.

"Son ya was tellin me yer dark magic teacher would tells bout jinxes an curses in yer letters yeah?"

"Yeah Pop."

"Gotta be a pretty strong spell if somebody done used it an nobody ain't got a clue who done it."

Ah try ta think bout wha Pop's tryna say.

"Ya don't think mah dark magic teacher done it do ya Pop?"

"Now why'd ya think that son?"

"Cause if he's mah dark magic teacher then he's gotta be an expert in dark magic. Mah Potions teacher's only real good at it cause the older kids tell me he's been tryna get that job."

He thinks then nods an pats mah shoulder.

"Ain't got no evidence son. Bes we keep this ta ourselves. Ah trust this Dumbledore feller ta make sure yer friend ain't gonna get attacked no more."

"Yer right Pop."

Time Skip

Ah'm sittin at the kitchen table wit Pop. Trevor got fed an now Ah got a lotta say.

"How'd ya like Pacer's mom's dessert?"

"Good lil custard poppers. Done a good job."

"Yeah it's somethin different. Ah'm happy Pacer done gave us a lil bag."

After a while Pop looks at me real serious.

"Uncle Travis done found stuff bout our kin son. Ah know ya done tol me bout Godric tellin ya bout our kin but we done knows more. We’s nature folk."

"Really?"

"Is like that Godric feller said Toby. Magic done left our kin. Cousins here ain’t got no magic ability even though we’s pure blooded. Kwimpers was good fer healin an future tellin."

Ah look down an’ hold mah knees as Ah try ta make some sense a this.

"Ah done thought ya was a squib like all us other Kwimpers. Turns out ya ain’t jus a Kwimper."

"Ain't jus a Kwimper?! Why? Who 'm Ah besides the lil Toby who been helpin' wit the chores?"

Pop pats mah head an smilin so Ah figure it ain't gonna be bad.

"Yer momma’s lil gardner. She done had a pure blooded wizardin family too. Liked humans so much she ain’t practiced magic cept fer 'er plants."

Ah look at Pop in disbelief. Everythin' Ah knew 'bout mah family has changed in tha last minute a this conversation.

"Did she know? Did mah momma know she done had a wizard-child?"

"Kept tellin me bout how ya talked ta every ladybug or butterfly ya saw. Kwimpers might be good at cow talkin but we don't jus talk ta every lil feller out there. Why Ah jus thought it was cause ya was special needs."

Ah stand up an' Ah start walkin' back an’ forth across tha room as Ah think.

"We's can talk more bout it later. Now tell me how Jacklin done liked the camera."

"She loves it, Pop. Thank ya fer gettin’ er the camera."

"Anytime son."

Time Skip

It's Christmas mornin an Ah wake up all excited. Pop's drinkin an Irish coffee on the couch.

"Son Ah got yer present right here."

Ah run over ta Pop ta see what he’s holdin’ in his hand.

"Now Ah'm givin ya yer birthday present next week. Ah know it's a real bitty gift but Ah jus had ta get this fer ya now."

Ah can’t wait ta see what Pop got me. Ah start ta open it an look real confused.

"It's ink?"

"Dat there's color changin ink."

"Color changin'? Like the ink changes while yer writin' it?"

"Tha's right son. Ah bought ya a jar ta try out."

"Oh, Pop, dis' perfect!"

"Ya can show me in yer first letter back at Hogwarts, Toby."

Ah give Pop a big smile as Ah hug 'em.

"Ya know, dis' the best Christmas Ah ever had. Thank ya, Pop."

"Jus wait till Ah get mah gold. Fishin season's real good round this time a year so Ah'm gonna be gettin a lotta money soon."

"What're ya gonna do then Pop?"

"We's goin ta Diagon Alley fer ya birthday. Can get anythang ya want."

Ah can't contain mah excitement. Ah start jumpin' around the room an’ hollerin' as Pop tries ta calm me down.

"Ah know yer havin a happy fit son but ya gotta be careful. Almos stepped on cousin Seamus' train set."

"Ah'ma try ta hold back, Pop. Ah'ma save all this excitement fer next week. Thank ya, Pop. Ah love ya."

Ah feel mah brain start ta settle when Pop starts rubbin mah hair an’ Ah start ta calm down. Ah look at Pop again an’ take a deep breath.

"So why ya gotta take me all da way ta Diagon Alley ta get a birthday present? Why ain't ya jus gettin' it here an' ya can celebrate with us?"

"Cause yer gonna be 12 son. Ah want ya ta start pickin out yer presents."

Ah give Pop a big hug. This gonna be the best birthday ever.

Time Skip

Uncle Travis comes in from the kitchen fer dinner.

"Dinner's ready!"

Ah spring up an’ Ah run over ta the table.

"Thank ya, Uncle Travis."

Ah scoop up some food an' Ah head back ta the couch. It's delishus. Ah look back over at Pop.

"This really is the best Christmas Ah've ever had. Ah didn't know Christmas could be this much fun, Pop. Thank ya fer bringin' us here."

"See Ah done tol ya ya'd like it here."

Ah take another bite an' Ah chew wit' excitement an’ anticipation a goin' ta Diagon Alley fer mah birthday in a couple days.

"Ye ready for puddin' dears?"

Ah look over at mah Aunt Norah an' Ah nod.

"'Course Ah am."

"Tis a traditional Christmas puddin'."

Ah sit back an’ wait for the puddin'. A smile slowly makes its way across mah face. Ah can feel my belly fill up wit' food an’ wit' joy.

"Ah made sure they used stuff ya eat son. Ain't nobody's goin hungry on Christmas. They feedin ya good at Hogwarts an yer still lookin like ya ain't ever saw food."

Ah look back over at Pop an’ Ah chuckle a bit. Ah take a big, bite a Christmas puddin'.

"Oh, this'… great. Mmm, mmm, mmm."

Time Skip

"Too much turkey son?"

Ah don’t say anything fer a second, but Ah start ta nod a lil’. Ah feel mah eyelids droppin’.

"Awright Ah can take a hint. Yer lucky yer still small nough fer me ta do this."

Ah start ta protest a lil’ as Pop carries me away, but Ah just don’t have any strength ta keep mah eyes open. Ah fall asleep as Pop walks thru the dark house, toward mah bed. Ah can feel 'em cover me up wit’ mah blanket.

"Ok Trevor time fer yer Christmas eats."

Ah'm sleepin' sound as Pop checks tha terrarium fer the frog. Ah can jus hear Trevor’s croaks in tha distance, an' then… Ah start dreamin. Next thin Ah know Ah'm wit Pop gettin mah broom fer mah birthday.

"Now Toby, Ah know Ah ain't gonna be able ta get a fancy dancy broom but Ah promise ta get ya somethin good."

"Ah know, Pop. Jacklin was talkin bout us gettin a Bluebottle so we's can ride tagether."

He rubs his chin. Ah wonder wha he's thinkin.

"Ah know wha yer sayin son but Ah ain't no flyer. Ah'll make sure ya get a safe broom ta use."

"Ok."

Ah follow Pop inside an’ Ah take a look at the different brooms while Ah wait fer him ta find the right one fer me.

"Mah son wants ta have a new broom fer his 12th birthday. Any brooms ya can buy new fer 40 galleons?"

The wizard behind the counter opens his book an looks round fer a second or two.

"Aye, the Comet Two-Sixty. Standard model the Department a Magical Transportation approves fer professional games. Has a twenty-nine-an-three-quarter-inch handle an solid maple head. Ain't as fast as a Nimbus 2000 but if the wee lad don't mind, it's still a fine lookin broom."

"Awright. Mah son ain't the best flyer so if it ain't so fast Ah think it'll be a good fit."

"It's exactly 40 galleons."

"Well ya got yerself a deal. Ah’ll take it."

Ah feel the tension lift outta mah body. Ah get the broom an’ Ah follow Pop back outta shop wit the broom in mah arms.

"Thanks Pop! Do ya think Jacklin'll get mad Ah didn't get the broom she said Ah should get?"

"Nah. She done wanted ta jus help ya figure out wha type a broom's good fer ya. So long's ya got a broom ya can start usin 2nd year tha's all that matters."

"Ok Pop."

Time Skip

"Son do ya have Trevor an all yer luggage?"

"Yep. Ah'm all ready, Pop."

"Ah jus hope yer special friend Jacklin got ya a good gift from Germny. It'd show jus how good a friend she really is."

"Yeah. Ah think Ah'm gettin used ta bein away from ya Pop. Ah ain't even been meltin down like Ah used ta even though things at school've been way scarier than a regular school."

Pop pats mah shoulder an he looks real proud a me.

"Ah knew sendin ya ta that school was a good idea. Now Ah dunno if yer friend's gonna be on the train but if she ain't jus go on an read yer books."

"Ok Pop. Ah'll write ya once Ah get back ta school."

"Sounds good Toby."

Ah hug Pop one last time an go on the train wit mah luggage an Trevor. The train starts ta roll away. Ah see Pop wavin.

"Bye Pop!"

"Bye son!"

Ah see us roll out the train station an try ta figure out how ta focus witout Jacklin.

"Ya know Ah like ya Trevor but le's face it, it jus ain't the same when Jacklin ain't here. Do Ah gotta find Pacer?"

"Croooak."

"Ok then Ah'll stay here. Ah knew ya'd understand."

The trolley woman comes by wit snacks.

"Miss Gryffindor’s traveling with ‘er father ta Hogwarts. Anything off the trolley dear?"

"Uh… yeah. Ah want two choccy frogs."

Ah hand 'er money. She hands me mah candy an starts walkin way. Ah realize Ah'm probly turnin British cause even Ah know ya say somethin's chocolate, not choccy.

"Croak!"

"Don't worry Trevor these ain't real frogs. The chocolate people jus made 'em look like frogs."

Ah start eatin one a the chocolate frogs. Ah feel a lil better so Ah jus sit here an’ stare out the window.

"Ah wonder wha kinda card Ah got."

Ah open it up an Ah ain't seen this one yet.

"Herpo the Foul was a Greek Dark wizard and Parselmouth. He was the first known wizard to breed a Basilisk. Basklisk? Ah know a Parselmouth's a wizard who can talk ta snakes but gotta ask Jacklin bout a Basslik."

Ah set the card down an open up another frog.

"Got Dumbledore agin. Don't look the same though. It says: Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, his defeat of Lord Voldemort in the early 90s, the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel."

Ah get bored, so Ah put the card back in mah pocket.

"Ah heard bout this guy Nicolas Flammel workin wit Dumbledore. He made the Philosfer Stone. Ah bet a lotta people'd wanna get their hands on somethin like that. Helps ya live ferever. Least tha's what Ah think Jacklin says an she's usually right bout thangs like that."

Ah close mah eyes fer a second. Ah suddenly see Jacklin standin in front a some weird mirror holdin a ruby. Fer some reason mah dark magic teacher Quirrell's lookin mad. He starts ta attack Jacklin an Ah get real scared. Ah snap mah eyes back open an’ Ah almost fall outta mah seat.

"Trevor. Jacklin's gonna be in a lotta trouble ain't she."

Trevor jus ribbits but it kinda sounded a bit sad.

"Yeah. Ah know yer worried bout 'er too buddy."

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[iciatheguardess]

Icia and Dunite continue to wash Sandy and Fred in silence. Well, silence from Icia at least.... Dunite occasionally giggles as she releases a tiny magical swirl that Sandy tries to eat. Fred just stays put, letting Icia scrub the flour and syrup and everything else off him. She tries to keep her hands out of the direct water as much as possible.

"You're still dealing with that stupid curse, Icia??" Dunite finally asks.

"..... both of them, unfortunately," Icia whispers bitterly.

"So you really weren't able to get rid of it when you left...."

"No, I wasn't. And believe me, I tried......"

Dunite puts Sandy in a little towel and starts drying him off. "Have you told anyone?"

There's no response.

"..... Iciaaaaaaa."

"I don't want anyone to worry about it. I've managed it ever since.. she.. showed up."

Dunite thinks for a moment. "Couldya talk to Dusk about it? She's based on emotions, right? So she could help! At least maybe with the anxiety curse."

Icia shrugs the idea off. "Maybe.... but it's not genuine I guess...? I don't know.... it wouldn't feel like real relief. Just... magic induced. Temporary."

"You're just makin' excuses now.... what about Lance?"

Icia pauses, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "........ there's no reason to involve him in affairs he cannot assist in-"

"Whaddya mean he can't assist in them? I've seen the way you two are together! You always end up so happy and calm around him, and you seem so relaxed and always wanting to be near him-"

"...."

"I dunno Icia, I just. I dunno why you haven't told even Lance yet. He'd wanna help!"

Icia opens her mouth to say "But I don't want him to" before catching herself. Because she knows it's not true.

She does want him to help. Oh, how she loves it when he helps her, when he cares for her, when she feels like she's worth something around him......

".... but how do I bring up such a topic? How do I just... tell him? That I have two curses and can never be warm again because of them?" she asks, a bitter hint in her voice.

Dunite shrugs. "I dunno- my curse ain't as bad as yours though. I can live with being a puppet like this- I dunno how I'd be able to handle not being able to control my ice AND never being able to relax."

Icia falls silent, until she feels a wooden hand rest on her shoulder.

"You really oughtta talk to him 'bout this though. Maybe he can do something to ease it. I doubt he can get rid of that curse completely.... but I think if anyone can make you calm enough to even get close to how you were before, WITHOUT magic, it'd be Lance."

Icia doesn't say anything for a while... she lets her hands hang in the water, slowly cooling it from warm to room temperature to slightly cold. Dunite turns on the hot water to counter it.

Finally, Icia lifts her fingers out of the water and rests her head on the side of the tub.

"... I hate feeling like this Duni," she whispers, laughing through her misery. Fred licks her finger a little.

"Yeah.... I know you do. Find something to try and calm you down, 'kay...? You'll be able to find something to warm you up. Even if you gotta talk to the goddess."

Icia nods, silently returning to rinsing the remaining soap off Fred. She doesn't say anything the rest of the time, just focuses on how the warmth of the water fades each time she even gets close. Its quite bothersome.... thank goodness Fred doesn't seem to mind.

But maybe she should talk to Lance about this. Dunite's probably right; if anyone can warm her up, even just a bit, it's probably him.

[thebreakfastbandit]

I'd be greatful if you NEVER gave me a heart attack like that again, but don't worry 'bout it, darlin'!!

Sorry 'bout not being as sweet as usual; 24 hour bitterness curse. I ain't happy about it either, but, I brought the syrup!!

I didn't mean to leave ya waitin' and hungry so long, I sped here as fast as I could, promise!!

Muwahahaha . I have come to curse you 👻

You shall be a vampire for the next three interactions!!! 🦇🖤

What the-… I am an ice cream, how is vampirism goin to affect-… me

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Sugar…

Omg why suddenly I feel like I NEED SUGAR

@thebreakfastbandit help

[planettnibiruu]

Solomon's kinda a bastard. P3

(Brothers x mc)

P1, P2

TW//teeth rotting fluff, panic attacks?, I'm a very emotional person so that means mc is 2, you get blown off briefly, lmk if I missed any//

It didn't take you long to get a hold of Asmo. The phone rang only twice before it was answered. 

"Heyyy~ How are you? Missing me? Of course you would!! I'm only the most beautiful demon in the whole world!" You could hear the smile through his voice, a pang of guilt struck as you realised it would be short lived.

 "Asmo I- the other day I got in a bad accident-" you could hear him hum,  "I'm fine now though, but that's the problem." 

"Sweetie if you want attention you can just ask." A chuckle Interrupts the sentence. "I'd be more than happy to provide, you don't need to act injured." You now picture his big pretty eyes battering up at you as smirks. Sweet words dripping from his lips like syrup. Even though the thought is pretty, a bitter taste fills your mouth

How could he not get it, seriously. The 7 of them preach all this bullshit about being there for you but here you are. Lord, sometimes you could smack those boys upside the head.

"Asmo I was seriously hurt, broken bones, bruises, the whole sha-bang. But within three days I was fine, it's humanly impossible." You feel like you're pleading for him to understand. Whatever's happening makes your skin crawl, you don't feel human any more. 

 "Well you are a pretty extraordinary human My love," he ends his sentence with a high pitched hum, as if he was proud about the fact his head was as thicc as your ass.

 "Asmo. Something is wrong. I need your and your brothers' help to figure out what. I should be dead, but I'm not," Your voice began to get shakey as you started talking faster and faster, "and I don't understand and I just need someone to help and I-" You were interpreted by a hiccup, shame bubbled in you chest at how pitiful you sounded. 

Asmo softly calls you name, "I'm sorry dear, I didn't realise you were this concerned. I'll talk to Lucifer about it, I'm sure it's nothing too bad. So don't worry your pretty little head, okay?" His words console you just little, even still, hot trails run down your face. 

You don't exactly know why you're so upset, it's probably more that you're overwhelmed than anything. You got to speak again, but the only thing that escapes is a horse squeak. It's as though cotton is clogging your mouth as your lips are cemented shut. The emotions you've bottled up are finally making themselves known. 

"Okay, talk to you soon As." 

You end the call as soon as his name falls from your lips. Making your way to the kitchen you fill a glass with ice and water, hoping to calm yourself. You remember reading something about humans not being able to cry while drinking.

 A bitter chuckle bubbles past your lips. 'Lu will know what to do, by the end of the week ill get to the bottom of this, and it'll be like it never happened. I'll be fine.'

You look down at your should-be-broken arm.

'I'll be fine'

---

Even after calling Asmo, you feel funny. Everything is so real and so fake at the same time. Your hands don't feel like your own and your face seems unfamiliar. It's as if you're someone's stuffed bear, head full of cotton, eyes looking but not seeing and no real control over yourself. You find yourself staring at the books on Satan's shelves rather than listening to the first, second, fourth and fifth born talking.

"But even then, this is unnatural. There's no logical way they could heal this fast." 

"What?? Ya want em to die!? Blonde fucking bastard."

"Nobody wants them to die, but Satan's right, this shouldn't have happened." 

"Then why did it happen? Don't tell me that my poor human is cursed or something!??" 

"I can't think of many curses that would do this. The ones I read about are more.... harmful than helpful." 

"Well, that's unless the negative side hasn't taken effect yet." "That is a possibility but-" 

"Hey!! Stop talkin bout possibilities and start talkin bout realities. Obviously sumthins up, so figure it out already." There's a brief pause, "Tch, whatever, let's get outta here." 

A warm, large hand wraps around your hand and pulls. You stumble as you're being dragged along, protests in the background fading as you leave the room. While you're walking you get lost in the motion, solely focusing on moving forward. 

Your body hits something firm, but not hard. Looking up you realise you've run straight into a certain white haired demon. 

"Oi!! You can't just- gah- watch ya self human." Mammons backed up several steps, a dark blush dusting his cheeks and the tops of his ears.

"Oh, sorry mam. Didn't mean to, I just don't feel too good right now." You waddle over to the couch, arms feeling foreign and heavy as you collapse into it. Grabbing a pillow you hug it to yourself as you settle in, pulling your legs up close. 

Eyes focused on the pillows pattern you don't feel the dip beside you. There's a moment of silence while both you and Mammon are lost in thought. You still feel funny, it's as if all sense of time is gone, 5 minutes and 5 hours starting to feel the same. It's almost as if you're playing a 1st person game rather than being a living person. The thought takes you down a winding path. That is, until a hand covers yours and squeezes.

"Look, I know ya worried. But I'm kinda glad that whatevers happenin is happenin. If you did die I…" He stops talking, going unnaturally quiet. You look over and see his teary eyes trained on your hands. He interlocks them and pulls you into his chest.

"I'm gonna do ya a favour, you can nap with me- but only beacuse ya actin like such a baby. Now shut up n sleep cuz you look like shit." Even though his words are harsh, the way he holds you isn't. Warm and strong arms rest on your waist and he lays down. Your head rests comfortable on his chest as your hands wrap around him in return. Mam shuffles you around and tangles your legs, further trapping you.

You shuffle slightly, getting comfortable in his tight grip. Everything sucks. Everything but the 7 dorks you have a pact with. It's ironic that demons are the best part of your life, but you suppose it can't be helped. 

Mam starts running his palm up and down your back, your head now tucked into his neck so you can't see the beat red blush covering his face. He's laying oddly still, worried that moving too much will make you leave, even though you never would. 

The door slamming open makes you jump, so much so that the only thing stopping you from falling is Mams reflexes. Sitting up you glare at Lucifer, who is standing in the doorway. 

"Mc, come here." He says, his voice unreadable and steady, but there's a little glint in his eyes that gives him away. A small bit of fear shining through his almost unbreakable mask. 

You drag yourself up from the comfortable spot, still feeling as if you're floating. "Did you figure it out?" 

"No, but there's a spell that should reveal whatever been put on you, it won't take a second." Your attention is redirected to Satan, who stands with a book in his hand. 

He holds his arm out in your general direction and starts muttering words that sound Latin, or some other long dead language. Your body feels slightly funny as he does so, a tingling sensation spreading from your fingertips up your arm, then to the rest of your body. It's not exactly pleasant but not exactly horrible. 

As soon as it starts, it's over. You shake your hands to get rid of the lingering sensation and glance up at Satan. You expect to see a satisfied grin, the look of someone who just cracked a mystery that no one else could. He always did like feeling as if he's the smartest on in the room. You were wrong though. Satan looks as if he's been slapped. Cheeks slightly pale, eyes wider and they stare off into space and his lips slightly parted. 

"I- no that can't be right. The spell is probably incorrect. You aren't- you can't be," His attention had been drawn to the book again, furiously scanning the pages and rereading the information, he mutters the spell quietly to himself, double checking the words.

"What do ya mean, what did the spell say? C'mon ya can't leave us hanging like that." Mams now standing next to you, redness still clinging to the apples of his cheeks. 

Satan looks up at you, he looks sorry, scared, guilty. Eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes soft. "I think you're immortal….. That's why you aren't dead. Though it should be impossible, it's such a complex spell no low lev-"

All you can hear is a high pitched ringing. Your eyes start to tear up and a sob rips it's way violently from your chest. You reach out, gripping onto a soft velvet fabric which you think could be Lucifer. All control slips from your grasp as you collapse into the warm body. Your chest shaking, seemingly never ending waterfalls cascading down your face. 

'Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck"

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[lhrry]

still not over the deep love (and its multitudes), desire to be physically and mentally with somebody and the devotion all over hs3 like I don't want you to get lost, I don't want you to go broke, I want you, [screaming] it's 'cause I love you, babe! in every kind of way! just a little taste! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, BABE! / it's only been a couple of days and I miss you. I'll do everything I can to help you through, if you're feeling down, I just wanna make you happier, baby, wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby, we've been doing all this late night talking, 'bout anything you want until the morning, now you're in my life, I can't get you off my mind! I'd follow you any place, if it's Hollywood or Bishopsgate I'm coming too. / there's never been someone who's so perfect for me. there's just no getting through, without you. I was tryna count up all the places we've been, you're always there, so don't overthink. / if I was a bluebird I would fly to you, you'd be the spoon dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you. you've got the antidote,  I'll take one to go, go please. / I was thinking about who you are, your delicate point of view, I was thinking about you, I'm not worried about where you are, who you will go home to, I'm just thinking about you. / tell me what you want and you got it, love, I want all of you. / baby, loving you's the real ting, it just feels right when you give me all of your love, give me something to dream about. / maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, I will always love you. hey you, should we just keep driving? / I go round and round, satellite, spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in, I can see you're lonely down there, don't you know that I am right here? I'm here, right here, wishing I could be there or you. / take you with me every time I go away. baby, you were the love of my life. 

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Safe And Sound? More Like Safe And Bred.

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult situations 18+ Smut, Attempted Rape, Breeding kink, swearing, A/B/O and all the posessive bs that goes with it 👍

A/n This was intended to be darker but sort of changed as I was writing? Yeah I'm very happy with it tho considering its my first A/B/O. As always enjoy😘

Clark has been driven wild by an omega's scent.

Safe And Sound? More Like Safe And Bred

There it was again. That fucking scent. Clark groaned and took a deep breath in unconsciously ,smelling it, tasting the air on his tongue, wanting to lap up the delicious scent. It tasted like maple syrup yet smelt completely different fresh and succulent like cool spring air. Young and new. Ripe. He shuddered at the thought. It was driving him wild like no other, normally he could block them out but not this one No,six weeks .Six. Fucking. Weeks he had been teased by it coming into the daily planet.

There was an omega here somewhere, he almost felt jealous of the others weaker senses, they had caught faint whiffs of it asking Perry about it who told them none to polity to 'back off' and that it shouldn't cause a problem due to where they was stationed no one should be able to smell them up here. But Clark did. He had to endure it constantly day in day out. The scent was always worse in the lobby where everyone entered the building. Each morning he came in scanning the people around him looking for a new face, more desperate each day to find the omega.

After enduring the scent for so long he was determined to find the culprit. To find his omega. He swore at that ,they wasn't his, he couldn't allow it.. . He couldn't claim them. Afraid of hurting them, it was true that alphas couldn't bare the thought of hurting an omega, actually against the law to cause any harm emotional or otherwise to an omega. It'd be to easy for him to accidentally harm them, one slip of concentration and that could be it.

So he had resigned himself to never claim one, tho he couldn't help his instincts that screamed for him to find them. To mount and breed them. so he still found himself searching the lobby everyday as he came and went. Sighing as he walked to the elevator not finding them once again disappointment ran through him he shook his head taking one last gulp of air trying to capture the scent he stepped in the elevator.

Just as he went to close the doors he smelt them. He saw her. Other alphas were sniffing around her as she walked past them through the lobby head down watching her feet as she scurried quickly across the space heading for a door that he knew lead to the mail room below she faltered quickly bringing her head up scanning the crowd before catching him looking at her. She gulped as she locked eyes on him then all but flung herself past the door out of sight. The doors closed but he stood frozen. She had seen him.

His chest swelled. His omega had looked at him. She wanted him, her alpha. For a second he stood shocked then quickly threw himself at the buttons smashing the open door button willing it to open and let him go and find her, alas it was to late he was already scaling the building to his floor. He took a breath closing his eyes picturing her She was gorgeous, around average height dark auburn nearly brown hair piled atop her hair in a messy bun she was slim. But not to slim and had and hourglass shape wide hips. Meant for breeding. Fuck. And her eyes a dark hazel freckles dusting her face. He clenched his hand around the briefcase he held, as images of mating her, knotting her took hold he grunted hearing a crunch as the hard plastic handle gave under the pressure.

He swore. No he couldn't risk it risk her. The doors opened revealing the office he panted a few breaths trying to compose himself he walked through the office to his desk dropping into his seat running his palms across his face smoothing his hair back before dropping them by his sides.

Lois approached him warily seeing him tensed and almost flighty. If she didn't know any better she'd have said he was entering a rut, but she wasn't going to suggest that to him. Hell no. Alphas became aggressive if another alpha brought it up. And she definitely didn't want to deal with a triggered alpha in the office. Especially him of all people. However he had let slip a week or so ago that the omega in the building had riled him, that he couldn't block it out like the others.

Fuck. His blood was burning in his veins, his reaction was unlike any other. It was instant and he knew somewhere deep down that he would not be concentrating today.

"Hey Clark you ok there?" he grunted then forced a smile kicking his briefcase under the desk. Out of sight out of mind. was the term that came to mind.

"Yes I'm fine" she didn't look convinced.

"Riiiight and who are you trying to convince me or you? if that omega downstairs is causing you problems you should talk to someone, she shouldn't even be here working if shes unmated" Clark growled at her. Of course Lois was right in a sense. It wasn't law that omegas couldn't work however as a general rule they didn't or if they did it was a part time job close to home and normally along side their alphas. Most were claimed by the time they left college alphas would claim an omega in the first or second heat that happened around 17-20 years old, it was very rare to have an unmated omega in the work force but companies couldn't discriminate. Lois took a step back at the warning, Clark squared his shoulders the thought of his omega leaving agitated him.

"And what would I say? I can scent her from nearly 11 stories up? how would I explain that exactly?" he growled the words through grit teeth not liking where this was going. It took a great amount of control not to flash his eyes at the alpha female in front of him. She backed up unconsciously but continued.

"Well its obviously effecting you, look at yourself ,you've been getting worked up since she got here. If shes your one claim her and get it over with. but don't sit there stewing over it. Do something about it or I will" she snapped back. He could hear what she was really getting at, she was hurt occasionally two alphas could find a way to be together but this didn't happen in there case and she was jealous of the omega and wanted her gone and would make it happen herself if need be. Clark was on his feet in front of her before she could register it bending down getting in her face. And snarled low and dangerous, what ever courage Lois had fled as he glared at her menacingly.

"Don't .You. Ever. Threaten. Her. Again." she shook at the dark look in his eyes stepping back a few steps. frightened. 'as she should be' Clark thought his instincts in over drive feeling as if he had done his omega proud ,scaring off what he precieved as a threat.

"What the hell is going on?" Perry called as he watched a pale Lois take her seat not looking at anyone

"Nothing its dealt with Perry." she said bitterly tho Clark couldn't tell if it was because she had backed off her instincts acknowledging him as a true alpha or if it was that he had defended another woman.

"It better be" he warned eyeing them both before heading to his office Clark sat back down before starting up his computer to begin his work. he stopped after about ten minutes as there was a spike in his omega's scent.. she was going into heat he got up fast, to fast he hoped no one had seen him he looked at the elevator swallowing dryly. Lois raised her head instantly worried forgetting her frustration for a moment more concerned about him.

"C-Clark?" he looked at her and she froze as his pupils grew until there was a slim ring of blue around them. She took a deep breath picking up on the signs. Quickly she got up and went to him. whispering

"Whats going on are you- is she ok?" he tore his eyes from her to the elevator.

"Shes-heat" he swallowed taking a deep breath trying again

"Shes going into heat downstairs, fuck" Lois looked confused

"What but surely she'd know and not come in? it must have caught her off guard-wait what did you do?"

"We- I saw her, she saw me... that couldn't have triggered it could it?" he asked uncertain scanning the other alphas in the room they hadn't noticed, not that he thought they could detect her from here. Lois gaped at him sometimes she forgot that they didn't necessarily teach everything about omegas in all schools, especially to alphas, in traditional communities alphas were just taught about their own anatomy next to nothing about omegas ,hell in some areas where most were betas nothing was taught at all forcing everything to happen naturally on instinct.

"Of course it can! if she isn't on suppressants hell some can't even take them! meeting her alpha could cause an instant heat ,fuck sake, you need to go get her, if she leaves now she could be hurt or worse go I will cover you just go now!" Lois growled at him, the thought of an omega in heat trying to navigate the city alone made her insides churn. He leaned over to retrieve his case but she spun him pushing him to the elevators.

"Leave that I will sort it just go!"

Mean while you was down stairs panicking. You'd found him. Your one true alpha. After years of denying all others waiting out your heats holed up in your apartment praying that you'd find your true alpha and not be caught by another and lose the chance at having your soul mate. You had tried suppressants over the years but they hadn't worked, sometimes when an omegas true alpha was to potent the suppressants didn't work they only muted the the symptoms slightly and ended up not being worth the side effects , nausea ,headaches ,bouts of depression and anxiety then the back pain that was caused by your body trying to counteract the cramps redirecting the spasms.

This was the case for you it wasn't worth it basically exchanging excruciating the internal cramps for crippling back pain, it was dangerous, with cramps you could push through it still move and run if you needed to ,but the back pain made you immobile. You took deep breaths once you reached your office. Sitting down unsteady on your feet.

He was magnificent tall broad dark hair and bright eyes tho at the distance you couldn't define the color, you tried to imagine his face with forest green or a deep azure irises. You gasped feeling yourself heating up. You'd been picking up on his scent since you arrived. It was different. Very strange normally scents had one or two underlying tones his was a mix of many all intertwining in to one deep clean airy scent. You panted cringing as you began to sweat lightly.

Fuck. This wasn't good. You couldn't drop now. Not when you'd seen him. That was probably the cause. You whined taking off you jumper revealing the short sleeved blouse underneath letting the air around you picking up the folder on your desk fanning yourself debating what you should do, you could try to slip out and get home there wasn't to many alpha's here you had done your research before applying there was forty most were on the top floors, but that was still forty alphas that would smell you as you tried to leave and then you'd have to navigate through the city home avoiding all others. you sighed knowing you had to make the decision fast. swearing loudly you picked up the phone calling your manager.

"Hi its y/n in the mailing department.. I'm sorry I have to leave now preferably....I've- my heat has come early and I cant stay-I'm sorry I don't know what to do" you lean over the desk crying softly thinking that you'd just lost the only job anyone had offered you. This was cut short as she replied understanding you, being an alpha with an omega daughter she knew what it was like you huffed in relief as she calmed you down reassuring you that it was fine she instructed you to stay where you was until she called you an uber to be safe and take all the time you needed, you nodded thanking her before hanging up.

Quickly you gathered your things and waited, she phoned back quickly informing you that the uber was outside waiting you just had to tell him the destination and the company was paying for it as this classed as 'emergency travel'. You thanked her again and headed out of the office scaling the stairs to the lobby scuttling out as fast as you could aiming to head home as quick as you could before you got any worse. You felt the stares you noted the few alphas scattered about taking deep drags of air into themselves, drinking in your scent before slowly heading in your direction. You whimpered as you raced through he main doors nearly staggering as you made your way down the road as you flushed hot and needy. Jumping into the uber telling the driver your address as he pulled out into the street. He looked at you threw the rare view mirror.

"You ok back there? you want me to call someone?... your alpha?" he asked innocently enough. You just leaned forward cupping your tummy as the first pulses began in your abdomen muscles twitching beginning the first twinges of pain, you cried out panicked, it was never this fast, a normal heat took at least 24hours to sink in and reach this point.

"No! no no I'm fine just drive!!" he grinned at your response but not that you saw from your almost fetal position in the back, he continued as he pulled off the main road cutting down a residential street as a short cut

"Ok are you sure? is your alpha aware of this? does he hurt you is that why you don't want to call him?" he pried by this point alarm bells would usually start but in your desperate state you didn't click you just shook your head

"no-don't have one just please hurry!!" he grinned doing a u turn at the T junction going left back towards the city. You groaned with your head between your knees crying as the pain came crashing over like waves. Flooding your system then draining away before returning ,gasping deep gulps of air so wrapped up in trying to halt your heat you didn't realize the type of danger you were in.

"H-how much longer?" you didn't register the car stopping he chuckled.

"Not long darling" your eyes snapped open freezing at the tone managing to prop yourself up wincing through the pain as you noticed you'd stopped moving. Dread filled when you saw you were still down town. Even with the traffic you should have been out in the residential area. Your apartment was only a 25 minute walk so should have been about a five to ten minute drive instead you was in the city center all be it parked In some sort of loading bay tucked behind some tall office buildings you didn't recognize. You gulped at the look on his face. Slowly reaching for the handle of the door only for it to be locked. You shivered.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he unclipped his seat belt

"I'm gonna take care of you, a pretty omega like you shouldn't be going through heats alone... You should have an alpha to help you... You will~ just relax this will be over soon" he said before squeezing himself between the front seats making to grab you.

You twisted screaming as loud as you could. Lifting your bag striking him as hard as you could, which wasn't that hard as your energy had been sapped away by your rapid heat. he held you firm digging his fingers into your wrist untill the bag dropped to the footwell, pushing your shoulders against the door you screamed again agonizing

"NOOO HELP SOMEONE HELP ME!" clawing at him scratching his face he swore as your nail scratched across his eye.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he screamed you cowered at his anger he pulled back his hand slapping you hard across the face you grunted as your head smacked into the metal seat belt clip half way up the back seat.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT!" you kneed, twisted ,clawed and bit anything you could think of to get him off of you ,he overpowered you grabbing your head smashing it against the inner door panel, your vision went fuzzy at how hard your head had bounced off of it. weeping weakly kicking out despite all hope of escape was fading fast as the male tore open your blouse buttons scattering across the back seat and foot well.

"NOO NONO PLEASE!"you sobbed as you resigned yourself to being another statistic. Then the door behind your head was ripped clean off you car you yelped cringing as you heard the metal twist and tear just beside your head tumbling out of the car, being caught before touching the asphalt and sat on the roof of the car so quick it made you dizzy before you could even glance at who had saved you. You heard the screams of your would be rapist shouting panicked as he was dragged violently out of the car.

Crying you moved to cover yourself tugging the shirt around yourself looking forward you saw superman clutching the alphas neck hoisting up to his eye level eyes flashing a dangerous red, hinting to the power simmering just below the surface shoulders heaving with every breath and his jaw clenched boiling anger was written across his stance. The alpha pleaded with him. The kryptonian glanced at you before snarling in the other alphas face low and terrifying. you held your breath something was wrong.

"MINE!" was all the man of steel managed as he panted heavy , you saw the tremble in his arm as he tried holding back but still squeezed tighter on the throat he held causing the alpha to gasp and wheeze begging pleading much like you had been not two minutes ago. You gasped not entirely sure you heard him correctly but you was sure that you didn't want to be around either of them in this state.

You placed your hands on the metal below you sliding backwards making the decision to leave your bag that stuff could be replaced. Keeping both of them in your sight, gasping quietly as you dropped to your feet , buckling as another cramp clutched a your insides. You had to move get away you couldn't let either male near you, not when you'd just found your mate, when you was so close.

In your state of panic you forgot one of the most important things every omega should know. If your caught by an alpha in the middle of a heat Do. Not. Run an alpha that wants to pursue you, will chase, they relished in it the hunt. That's why there is so much emphasis on mateing young, once you are claimed alphas are less drawn to you and your heat cant do this whole surprise pop up act. Those who tried to hold out for their mates are usually picked off before their thirties, claimed forcefully and trapped in a unhappy pairings you never thought it'd be you.

You moved slow at first backing away from the car then as you made your way further from them once you got a good twenty feet you turned and ran down a small one way road leading in the direction of home. You hoped. Your footsteps caught Superman's attention snapping his head up dropping the male

"NOO! COME BACK!" he shouted making you more frightened speeding up, he sounded angry. He shot up instantly hovered above the small building before spying you diving down landing in front of you as you as you had reached a main street onlookers stopped as they saw him land hard on the ground, he crouched the asphalt below him cracking under the force he'd used. You skidded to a stop nearly running into him you screamed backing up as he moved to grab you his eyes. They were burning literally glowing seconds away from igniting your flesh.

"I-I No please I don't-" you tried speaking cutting yourself off as another cramp took hold you cried out curling grasping your stomach. He took the opportunity to quickly scoop you up taking off so fast the air was sucked from your lungs you couldnt breath instead puffing out desperate tiny breaths. He headed straight for home. You groaned weakly at him trying desperatly to breath, tapping him as you managed sharp breaths when you could smelling him, he smelt familiar and unique almost like your mate but not quite the same.

Before you knew it you was in an unfamilliar apartment gasping deep breaths trying to ease your burning lungs. Whimpering as a wave after wave of your mates scent hit you causing your body the begin preparing itself for him as you soaked your panties through at an alarming rate. You was deposited on a large bed confused uncomfortably wet and in pain as you curled on your side in the covers pressing your face into the cotton taking deep breaths. You heard footsteps leave your side moving around beyond the door.

He was building you a nest in his den, he was here helping you, you crawled towards him as he smoothed out the blanket to curl around you grabbing him trying to pull him up onto the bed with you. You whimpered as he pulled back standing to look at the nest wanting it to be perfect. In your heat addled mind you took it as a rejection when he moved out of your grasp.

"A-Alpha?" you called out looking for him, he was here he had to be here you needed him, this was his den, but where was he. You looked around trying to find him. Then you hear Superman return, well you thought it was Superman maybe you was so far gone you'd been hallucinating, you was sure the man of steel had brought you here, but it wasn't him who returned you looked at the door ecstatic as you spied your mate with arms full of pillows and a few blankets mumbling to himself about a nest, felt a burst of excitement as he placed the cushions and blankets around you.

"I-its ok, I'm here, I've found you omega, mine ,my omega" you looked up at the male before you tucking your nose into the crook of his neck breathing deep wanting to take him in as much as you could it was him. Yes. You've made it. you cried happy tears streaming down your face as you finally had him, Your one. Your soul mate. Years spent searching hoping, terrified that he'd given up hope and claimed another. But the years of loneliness and fear was worth it for this one moment.

"N-no! alpha come back" your voice was small but sincere, he quickly saw his mistake and climbed up with you letting you grab and pull at him.

"Wh-how? you was-" he climbed over you cageing you nuzzling your neck doing the same to you that you had done to him only he was not crying, he was growling deep in his chest, that you had only just noticed was uncovered he was bare as the day he was born.

"Later...Cant" he mumbled kissing at your neck quickly licking and nipping succumbing to his need to bury himself inside of you as soon as possible. You whined as he pulled the blankets around you creating a tighter cocoon. His instincts were all over the place wanting to mount and knot you and calm and cuddle you . It was hard for him to concentrate as he smelt your body prepare for him. Turning you looked at him your lips parted as you huffed becoming impossibly hot ,sweat forming on your brow your clothes constricting and sticky as you lifted a shaky hand to his cheek.

"Blue... I didn't see them earlier, there beautiful." he almost purred closing his eyes as you ran your hand up to his curled hair. His nostrils flaring ducking down to you kissing you groaning at the taste of your tongue he moved over you, desperate pressing you into the matress holding your waist sliding you up the bed wrestling with your clothes growling before opting to rip them of not patient enough to remove them with out damaging them. You whined at him making him stop inspecting you for injury , when he determined you was unharmed just vocal he continued moving down your body kissing and suckling marks onto you wanting to devour your slick as he smelt how wet you had become for him.

He tossed your legs over his shoulders breathing deep closing his eyes collecting him self 'slow and steady don't hurt her' he thought to himself then leaned forward sucking obscenely on your wet folds dipping his tongue between them. you screamed as he met your hot sensitive skin groaning into you gripping your hips forcing you to remain still and endure him as he worked on finding you bud then flicking quickly up and down then rolling it around sucking it between his teeth applying a gentle pressure.

You cried and shouted as he continued he looked up at you watching you try to twist and turn your breasts bouncing with every jerky movement and heaving breath. He groaned again imagining just how perfect they would look tight and full ready to feed his pups. He pulled back with long licks from back to front collecting as much slick as he could as he went. You panted teary eyed as he crawled above you. He grunted eyeing your neck then maintained eye contact snarling when you didn't immediately look away.

Your pussy wept below you at the sight. He was posturing. Waiting for you to present to him, for you to acknowledge him as your alpha. You tilted your head looking away eagerly willing your body to relax below him he keened low running his nose across your throat then latching onto it biting locking his jaw tightly, not enough for the final bite but he held you there tonguing your neck releasing then moving down biting repeating the same process searching for the least sensitive spot to deliver his bite.

Once he found a spot that didn't cause a large reaction or was on the artery he sucked a dark mark , pinpointing it for later once he was satisfied he released your neck with a parting kiss many would look for the most sensitive but he was worried about truly harming you.

He grabbed your shoulder rolling you on your front heaving up your hips presenting you to him your shoulders landing on the extra pillows and blankets he got for you taking your weight. He gasped leaning back to take a moment to calm himself, he would not risk killing you accidentally because he rushed, admittedly he was also enjoying the view, way your scent permeated the air leaving him feeling hazy almost drunk. You mewled lost in your heat impatient for him to claim you in the most sinful and depraved of ways. You rocked to and fro clenching your pussy for him then spread your knees so he could see. You heard him grunt then decided to push further.

"AAHH! FUCK" you yelped as he stretched you taught around him the resistance you put up against him was intoxicating as he moved steady not letting up as he was pushing deeper and deeper feeding himself into you. You tried to raise onto your hands but a swift hand caught you by the scruff pressing down with a snarl.

As ready as your slick had made you, you was still smaller than him he noted as he was poised at your opening, twitching and puffy from his earlier exploration, he could feel the heat radiating form you. As you tried to rock back feeing his cock just there he pulled you back onto him.

"No you will stay In position presenting" he grunted you whimpered in response as he held you there firm. Finally he grunted low quickly thrusting the last inch or so into you thighs pressed against your bottom tensing. You panted clawing at the pillows surrounding you is was nearly to much as he held still flexing making you jump and flutter around him.

"P-pleeeas alpha I cant wait please" your words were pitiful and breathy arching your back pushing your ass high and curling your toes. His breathing hitched un able to hold back he rose to his knees digging his tumbs into the back of your pelvis gripping tight designed to hold you still, to force you to take all of him weather you wanted to or not. You'd forfited that choice with your presented to him earlier. You was his and he wanted you to know that ,slowly falling prey to his most basic of primal needs. Mount. Fuck. Knot. Breed. There was no thoughts beyond these four goals. He held steady nudging your opening with his cock, hard and only just beading with precum, he had fought to hold back his need for release refuseing to waste a drop, but now it seemed he may need it.

"Good girl....soo good ... your such a good omega.....are you ready to be bred?" tears fell at the feeling of being so stuffed, you wasn't sure just how you were going to take his knot if this was him before that, it was uncomfortable pressed so deep it was bordering pain, a dull ache but your cramps were gone as if his skin alone had soothed your insides and that you was thankful for.

"ugh such a good female.... gonna fuck you full" he tilted his head back abdomen quivering and twitching with need he was trying to hold back, be gentle he had heard the whimpers as he opened you up for the first time, noting that you wasn't a virgin, tho many omegas now day's had toy's to replicate alpha couplings. He snarled pulling back a little then rocking into you the idea of anything other than himself inside you irked him, no more. He would dispose of yours at the first opportunity. You'd never resort to using a toy again. A rubber substitute, no he wouldn't allow it. You would come to him for relief or you'd suffer. Those were your options now.

"YES... fuck yes THATS IT...I'm your alpha now...no one else.... I'll kill them" he grunted teasing you with his cock you screeched as he growled and grunted using his hands to hold you still as he drove into you over and over, pulling out further each time, you was floating or was it drowning you couldn't tell, all you knew was that you hated the way you felt empty as he left you, your pussy was clamping and pulling at him, fighting to keep him sheathed inside you. You groaned cried and squealed unable to stop as his moans egged you on.

"aH! FUCKfuckfuck alPHAAA!" you shook your head rubbing your face into his heady scent your head swimming in it as it seeped through the blankets. You tried to fight his hold as he teased you with shallow thrusts making your pussy protest resulting in a loud sharp spank and you widened your legs for him.

"You ok baby?" he asked as you shook beneath him gasping, trying to calm your breathing you tried to turn to look at him hissing as it pulled on his knot

You cried panicked trying to wiggle from under him desperate to escape the painful stretch he quickly acted on auto pilot latching onto the mark he left on your neck biting breaking the skin, holding you still with a growl as he claimed you with his scent permanently. You cried tensing not sure if the pain was to much or not enough. He finallly released your neck tucking a hand below where you joined rubbing your hard bud forcing you to clench painfully around the knot that was cruley holding you in place spreading your lips apart revealing your clit to his wandering fingers as you was warpped tight around him ,you tried to drag yourself forward off of him tugging at your joining to no avail he was slow and frim with his teasing finger tips.

Quickly you found your abdoman spasming and you screeched as he tore your second orgasm from you, this time as you squirted nothing left you hitting his knot and returning back up into you the force of it sending ripples of pleasure against all of your nerves your walls massaged him from root to tip as a result making him finally release into you feeling him pulse and twitch as his hot load hit you hard and deep some had definatly make it past your cervix you summarised the only coherent through in the lusty haze that was now slowly lifting from you, he held still as he continued to pour into you, the overwhelming urge to breed you was to much as he rocked once ,twice slowly using his knot the amplify the pleasure.

You whimpered staying as still as you could panting completly washed out and wrecked. He looked down smug not taking his eyes of of where you were joined his knot was large, he was impressed at how well you took him. A slight panic, he'll admit but you had stayed still enough for him to fully mate you And nothing was escaping which boded well for breeding.

"Ah ah ah stay still... that's it stay still... good girl" he reassured knowing full well that you could be like this for a few more minutes maybe ten minutes or so, for him specifically he wasnt sure. Selfishly he wanted to remain there as long as possible but thought it'd be better for you if he wasnt attached to long.

"yes ...that's it omega open up for me... let me in" he chuckled slamming into you making your bones rattle keening with the force as he did it over again becoming desperate to bury himself inside deeper. You cried out as he dragged his hand from your neck leaning over you as he plowed you into an orgasm. You let out what was at first a silent scream as you clamped around him making him hiss you leaked over him cumming drenching his thighs with slick as he grunted holding still tightly pressing into you his knot forming in an instant stretching you until you yelped in pain trying to break free. No. It hurt. As he was pressing painfully deep almost pressing into your cervix opening.

"Are you ok? we could be like this for a while baby.. you have enough pillows"

"It's sore" you mumbled quietly unable to stop pulling forward it was only natural to try and avoid the pain he felt guilty but knew it was unavoidable.

"I know baby but your doing so well... soo good and just think with any luck we will have pups on the way! doesnt that sound nice baby. You can make a better nest, more suitable for pups." you clenched at his words the idea of pups making you perk up

"Pups?" you asked excited he laughed rubbing your back soothingly noticing how hot you was.

"Oh yes I'm going to breed you during this heat, that is if I haven't took root already" he said rolling his hip lightly making his point you groan again. He noted the sweat rolling down your sides. Debating on what to do, he knew he could help easily but was a little apprehensive. Finally he decided he would do it, your his mate now, bound to him permanently.

"Baby? are you hot?" you nodded

"Yeah and sticky..... I want a cold shower... can I have one when I'm free?" he frowned that would mean you standing up.... he would leak from you.... No. He shook his head

"No you may not, you will lie on your back once free.. I want you full." he said you pouted a little feeling scolded whimpering before you flinched as he blew a cool gust of air onto you. It was cold... Much colder than should have been possible.. And it wasn't to do with how heated your skin was. Clark continued blowing cooling your skin until it was no longer red. He felt himself finally softening once he was sure he could remove himself without any pulling he did sliding back quickly flipping you to your back pulling the pillows below your waist . You laid back wide eyed.. It took him seconds.. Literally seconds to pull out and re-position you... He moved you one handed...WHAT THE FUCK? you squeaked

"Wh-how did you do that? you really are? but your scent i-it was different you wasn't!" you were so confused. He looked down guilty stroking you slowly unable to keep for touching you now that you were bpnded ,he loved how you carried his scent, it was lingering just beneath yours coiling around it.

"I'm sorry, my suit it....changes my scent... I'm not sure why, it may be because its not made here on earth... " you paled as he explained you knew. Your mate was superman. The man of steel. You gasped bringing your hands to your face as you cried

"YOUR AN ASS! do you know how FUCKING SCARED I WAS!" you shouted moving to get up. He was faster pinning you down pushing into your neck.

"I thought you was going to burn me! Kill me!" You wailed into your palms.

"sshh sshh its ok now.. I'm sorry ...I'm so sorry I never intended to scare you, I was just scared...I tried to follow you but you already left....... Then I went looking for you ..... I heard screaming not want sure if it was you, I was so glad as I got closer and smelt you then I saw him..I had intended to just take you home..But seeing you there I knew I had no choice...I had to claim you to keep you safe... I was so close to killing him, I wanted to...You stopped me, if you hadnt run I would have ripped him limb from limb... All I knew in that moment was that I couldnt bare seeing you run from me.. I had to catch you." you settled down as he kissed your mark explaining between small pecks and licks then laid curling at you side. Pulling your hands away.

"I-if I'd known it was you I wouldnt have run from you I would have run to you" you explaind cupping his face lightly he leaned forward kissing him.

"But I cant call you superman or alpha all the time" you smirked he chuckled sliding higher around you leaning over you on his elbow.

"Clark kent" he offered with a kiss

"y/n y/l/n" he smiled before kissing deeply again you were interupted by a loud bannging form somwhere deeper in the apart ment he held out a hand

"Stay I want to give us the best chance for pups" he called out as he grabbed some boxers sliding them up as he walked to the front door opeing it revealing Lois holding out his damaged breifcase she scrunched her nose as the heady smell of there coupling hit her.

"Here I Covered for you, Perry thinks this morning was because your omega was going into heat and you didnt touch her and I told you to leave and 'be an alpha for once' in the end you took my advice and mated her... you have the week off for her heat." she explained then cleared her throat nodding behind him he growled when he spotted you up by the door peeping he pointed back to where you came growling.

"Back in your nest!" you scuttled back into the room with a squeak diving back into your nest of blankets. Placing your hips back on the raised pillows. Lois giggled.

"Don't be too hard on her she probably heard me and panicked... any way I'm off and try to be gentle with her she looks ....small" he nodded closing the door as she turned to leave. He padded into the bedroom spoting you tugging the blankets around you adjusting then readjusting them pouting. He smiled tugging it from you smoothing it around your hips.

"That was lois.. Shes and alpha and a friend nothing to worry about.." you nodded to him as he tucked himself around you again making you rest your head on his chest as he reached down cupping your tummy running his thumb acros the skin below your belly button

"Sleep baby it wont long before I'll mount you again" you blushed at his words but tried to relax anyway letting your mind drift as he wandering fingers pushed you into a deep satisfied slumber.

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Emotions (pt. 13)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Y/n wants Billy and Steve to call a truce, while other people have other plans.

Word Count: 1858

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist • Chapter 12

When you woke up, Billy was gone. Part of you was disappointed, shamefully craving his comforting touch. The other part of you was screaming about how fucking idiotic it was to let him come inside in the first place. You needed to straighten your emotions out and make a decision. You just needed to look at the pros and cons of it.

Getting back together with Billy.

Pros. He would be happy, at least for now. You'd feel less crappy about yourself. You could protect him from his dad. You loved him with all your heart.

Cons. They could still be trying to find you. They could learn about Billy, and hold that against you. He could probably find someone better, prettier, and be happier with that girl.

Fuck, what the hell were you supposed to do? This had as much powerful pros as it did cons. But like Hopper said, you just needed to be on your own for now.

Hopper made ego waffles by the time you got out of bed. He passed you the chocolate syrup while he got out the whipped cream for him and El. He kicked the chair out for you as well, which you took as a sign that he was really trying to help you feel better, in his awkward dad kind of way. It made your chest feel a little lighter. Once you opened the door to your house, you saw Steve almost fall back while he leaned on it, sitting on the ground and waiting for you. He looked tired.

"Y/n!"

You said nothing as he stumbled onto his feet. Hopper gently pushed passed you before roughly shoving Steve out of the way, causing him to knock back down to the ground. "We're not looking to buy any cookies today, sorry. Have a nice day!"

Hopper then grabbed your shoulders and led you to the car. You went inside the car in silence. You saw him come to your window, and you looked down. "Y/n! I'm sorry. Talk to me, please!"

Hopper then stepped on the gas petal and left Steve back there. After leaving the woods, you could see him calm himself. It honestly took everything in Hopper not to smile. Even you could feel his happiness. No more boys.

Once you got to school, you gave him a side hug and said your goodbyes. You only had to get through today and tomorrow, then you were on Spring Break for a week. Once Hopper drove off, you saw Steve's car quickly pull up the driveway.

"Y/n! Please talk to me!" You sucked in a breath. You knew this would eat up at you both, but you still continued walking. You didn't say anything and he ran over to you, panting. "I... I'm sorry. I was... stupid, and..." He was huffing.

"Catch your breath first." You quietly said.

He nodded. "Yeah... okay, thanks." He took a second, then started again. "I was a jackass, and you didn't deserve that last night. I don't even think you're stupid, I just got mad. It just seems like nobody really cares about me, so I just, uh," He sighed and looked down. "I feel like I have to care about everyone else, so maybe people will start caring back."

He rubbed the back of his neck, having just said something he'd been denying to say to himself.

"Okay." You said after what seemed like a whole moment of silence to Steve.

"So, okay?"

You nodded with a straight face. "Okay. I forgive you. And you don't have to worry about me. I still don't know what I'm going to do, but I'll be okay at the end of the day."

The both of you hugged, and you pulled back. All in all, he meant well. Well damn, there goes your being away from them two today. As your hug came to an end, Billy suddenly swooped right in front of you, staring Steve down. "Typical. She's too nice and you know she'll forgive you no matter what you say."

"Did you tell him?" Steve looked at you, and you merely shook your head.

"I was the one who called her, and she yelled at me thinking I was you. I put two and two together. Care to explain why the fuck she was crying about thinking she was stupid?"

Steve fell silent out of guilt, and you painfully felt those emotions radiating off him. You lightly tugged on Billy's sleeve from behind, fiddling with it. "We talked it out. It's okay now." You said quietly with a reassuring smile.

He wanted to melt looking at your smile. It's been a while since he's seen your comforting smile, and he just wanted to hold you while kissing you with that smile on your face. He fully turned to you, grabbing your hand and entwining fingers. "Sweetheart, just because he said sorry doesn't mean you just forgive them."

He kissed your hand, and Steve overly gasped. "Hey hey! First of all," He said, slapping Billy's hand away. "Don't do that! Second, you're one to talk about apologies when you did the same thing after flipping out on her."

Billy then took a step forward and grabbed Steve's jacket. "You better fucking watch yourself."

You went in between them quickly. "Okay, how bout this? You." You looked at Billy. "Calm down! He's my friend, and you have to deal with that." You then turned to Steve. "And you. Chill out when it comes to Billy. I still don't know what I'm going to do yet and as my friend you need to respect my decision."

"Then can you let him to stop being a dick?" Steve asked.

"And can you tell him to grow a dick?"

"Jesus, is it so hard for you two to at least try to be on my side for once? It's such bullshit to even involve me at all in your crap. Why do you guys always have this rivalry going on when I've been trying my best to make things easier?"

"Five—" Steve started, before you gave him a look and he stopped. "Y/n."

"Maybe I should just get out of the picture. You two have fun together." You walked away, radiating pissed off energy to those passing by.

"Nice going dick fuck."

"You know what?" Steve said, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll be the bigger person and accept that I pissed her off. So did you. She's all over the place and we're making it worse." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess, um, let's try not to hate each other out loud for her? We gotta do that before she stops forgiving us."

Billy looked away and huffed before mumbling, "Whatever man. Sure."

The bell rang and the two boys walked away separately. Billy felt like shit all day. He made you mad, and was an ass. He couldn't wait for fourth period to explain himself.

He could imagine the situation if you two were still together. He would pull you into his lap, and you would give him that cute pout. He'd tell you that he wouldn't hate Steve as much, just for you. He'd then kiss your neck, maybe even nip at it. You'd giggle, before telling him that you accept and that he's not fully forgiven, even though he really is. You'd tell him that you're proud he made it that far for you. He'd get a kiss on the cheek as his prize, before having a nice make out session.

Once he got to fourth period, he buried his face in his hands. Was this really going to be the day you didn't forgive him? What about last night? You have to know that he was there for you when you needed him still, right?

He saw you sit down from the corner of his eye, and and suddenly sat up, smiling. That smile quickly faded when he saw tears in your eyes and a cheek that was stung red. "What happened?" He demanded.

"It's nothing." You mumbled, fiddling with your textbook.

"Who hurt you?" He brushed his thumb over your cheek bone, and you leaned into his touch involuntarily.

"Just these girls. Um, they saw me with you and Steve. They called me a slut and a whore and pushed me around. I fell, and they started kicking me."

"And was one of these girls named Heather cock sucking Holloway?" You stayed silent. "She needs to get a fucking clue!"

He stood, causing you to grab his hand in panic. "Please don't! I want all this fighting to stop for once. I just want to stop causing all this drama."

You began to bounce your knee. This wasn't good. You never had full on anxiety. How would you react to it? You felt Billy gently squeeze your thigh to stop you. "Hey, you don't cause drama. Everybody in this damn school is just trying to have interesting lives, and they're jealous because you're the only one who isn't boring."

You gave him a nervous smile. "You think so?"

"I know so." He brought his hand back, resting his elbow on the table and his palm underneath his chin. "I'm okay with Harrington, by the way. I'm gonna try not to hate him that much, and he's gonna do the same. We agreed on it. Just wanted to put less stress on you."

He flashed you a grin as you just stared at him with a blank face. You were just staring at him unreadably for a bit before leaning to him to kiss him. You caught both him and yourself by surprise. You pulled back and saw Billy's shocked expression.

"I–I'm sorry. You probably don't even need this right now and I shouldn't have—" Billy grabbed your neck and brought you in for a passionate kiss. You both felt all the weight on your shoulders being lifted, the heavy feeling of being so close yet so far gone. Once the kiss was over Billy rubbed his nose against yours. You giggled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too doll."

"I'm sorry, my emotions are all spiked today."

"It's okay sweetheart."

You grinned. "I'm proud of you, by the way. I didn't expect you to ever be okay with Steve. Thank you for doing that for me." You swiped your finger across the side of his jawline, which you know tickles him.

"Course. Am I forgiven then?"

"I guess, but not fully."

Billy's smile became wider, and before he could tease you, Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve stormed into the class with worried expressions. "So they're not here yet?" Jonathan asked.

"Who?" You responded with.

Suddenly Tommy and his friends shoved past them, and Tommy pulled Billy back unexpectedly as Heather grabbed you by the arm and yanked you over to the front of the classroom. She pushed you to the ground, and these other guys then dumped a big cooler full of cold water on you.

A lot of emotions were going to bubble up today.

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Author's Note: Kind of an awkward cliffhanger, sorry, but I do have more written for the next chapter.

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"You're alive! Oh, thank god!" (Kaeya for Nettle!)

[cut bc it got a lil bit long! have fun feeling emo :)]

Nettle doesn't know anymore how long he's been here, drifting in and out of just-barely-consciousness. Everything is dim and foggy, and somewhere far away he thinks he might still feel the pain of his injuries. But trying to place it is like sticking his hands into syrup. Thick, sticky, and the residue is hard to wash away.

Being so adept with his Vision is the only reason he's even alive right now. That and his sheer force of will to push through blinding pain and finish off the Ruin Guard that had pinned down a researcher and her bodyguard near the Thousand Winds Temple. They'd wandered too close, caught its attention- Nettle only happened to be in the area, nearby enough to hear the noise. Concerned enough to investigate. Bold enough to intervene. Or maybe he's just stupid. Plenty of people would argue that, since he always throws any concern for his own safety away in favor of others'. (And then routinely scolds people for being too reckless with their own lives.)

He's still pinned up against a pillar beneath the Ruin Guard's hand. His first reaction was survival instinct, when it happened- he'd lost his polearm and couldn't squirm loose. He pulled on elemental energy using his Vision until he could taste wood and flowers- and then he forced it up through the stone tiles, exploding, twining around the Ruin Guard to immobilize it before piercing its eye to the core with a single, thick, thorny vine.

After that Nettle was only able to pour enough energy into healing himself to get his life out of danger. He's been in and out of it ever since. Long enough that mid-morning sun turns to dusk, all sensation gone from his limbs.

He hears help arrive before he sees it, still barely stirring from his latest bout of 'sleep.' His eyesight is blurred, but he sees the standard issue uniforms of some of the Knights. There's cracking and cutting noises and the Ruin Guard's hand comes loose, unbuckling like a belt fastener. Nettle slips a few inches and is quickly- gently- caught in a strong pair of arms. He's too dizzy at first to recognize them, or the cool scent surrounding him. (A familiar one, like crocuses and mint and ice flowers, like safety)

But when he hears Kaeya speak, it cuts through all the haze like a knife, clear and straight, and Nettle's eyes finally focus a little.

He's never seen such a look on the cavalry captain's face. He's never heard that tone in his voice. If he weren't so exhausted, Nettle would be worried and shocked.

He looks sweaty, dusty, breathless like he's been running at full tilt for miles. Maybe he has. Any sense of composure, coolness, all of his usual aloof flirtation- everything is gone, replaced with blatant and terrified relief. It's Kaeya, walls down- cast aside like meaningless chaff- openly emotional, heart bared without humor or deflection.

He's tearing up. Kaeya, of all people, looks like he might cry. Ned is at the same time aware but unable to process that he's the cause of it. That Kaeya's forgotten to hold anything back because of him, trembling even as he carries Nettle gently to the ground.

"Don't cry," Nettle says hoarsely, weakly lifting a hand and touching Kaeya's cheek, "It's okay."

His first reflex is to comfort and reassure. His first reflex is to worry about Kaeya's state. And, perhaps, that attitude is exactly why Kaeya is so openly emotional right now.

"I'm sorry," Nettle manages to add, "I'll...I mean, I'm gonna be okay, I think, but I'm sorry that..."

I'm sorry I worried you. I'm sorry I scared you so much even though I'm always the one telling you not to go where I can't reach you.

Kaeya hushes him, hugs him gently, tells him to rest- Nettle knows better than to argue right now. But even through his exhaustion he feels it when Kaeya kisses his forehead. And his cheeks, eyelids-

Maybe he dreams the one on his mouth. He must have, surely, he'll think when he wakes up in the hospital later. For now, though, he sinks gratefully into sleep. Kaeya has a cold sort of scent, but it makes Ned feel warm. This is where you're safe, his heart says in reply to it, This is where you fit, where you belong.