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If I Fell For You (Part 8) - Good Days, Bad Days

Summary: The reader has a special birthday surprise for Jensen and starts to get to know Jared more. When Jensen returns home from Toronto for good though, he and the reader have their first big fight and make more moves in their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, angst, fighting, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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Thursday Night

“So how do you want me?” asked Jensen, leaning against his closet door in nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Oh well that’s a dangerous question,” you laughed. “Jeans are fine for where I’m taking you.”

“Alright,” he said. He ducked into the closet and returned wearing only a pair of dark jeans, smirking at you with his hands behind his back.

“Being a little shit?” you asked.

“One of my best qualities,” he said. You hummed and went past him into the closet. “So what should I be wearing on this date out?”

“I’m kinda a sucker for you a henley and flannel. Not to let that go to your head at all,” you said.

“Oh you should never watch Supernatural then,” he chuckled, grabbing a long sleeve white henley off the hanger and pulling it on.

“I did sort of start watching it,” you said. “You look like a little baby that hadn’t hit puberty yet.”

“I got better with age, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Oh yes you did,” you said. “I like it. It’s kinda scary but not too bad if you watch during the day.”

“It gets less scary pretty fast,” he said, putting on his red and gray flannel. “I all set?”

“You look very pretty,” you said, walking out with him on your tail. “So does the show end happy? Like they live? It’s got this angsty feel to it where I feel like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Do you want me to spoil it?”

“Dean doesn’t like die, right,” you said. He made a face and you frowned. “No. Why? He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Eh, calm yourself woman. Things could happen in the future...he might not have to die...or he might come back and I really shouldn’t be discussing these things.”

“You’d do more?” you asked.

“Oh for sure. On a streaming network where we get to do all the shit we couldn’t on cable. Get some fresh eyes in on the writing or maybe we’d even take a crack at it. It’s not really an if, more of a when so don’t go worrying about Dean. I like my new friends at work and everybody’s great but I miss Jared and my old ones. I’m definitely working with them again.”

“That’s great! Now come on, move that tush. We have reservations.”

“Reservations. Fancy,” he said. He put on a pair of socks and shoved his wallet in his pocket, following you out to the hall when you spun around.

“Oh yeah,” you smirked. “You may also have a little birthday surprise waiting for your downstairs so eyes shut mister.”

“You’re devious. I like that. I like that a lot. We should explore that later in bed.”

“Tempting. I’ll have to take you up on that,” you said. “Eyes shut.”

You held his hand and he shut his eyes, going down the hall with you. You went slowly down the steps, Jensen’s arm around you the whole time. You grinned and walked him over to the family room before leaving him in place.

“Open,” you said. He blinked open his eyes, quickly landing them on a grinning Jared standing there.

“How the hell are you here?” said Jensen, Jared giving him a big hug he quickly returned. “Shit I missed you man.”

“Me too. But it’s someone’s birthday this week and I don’t have work tomorrow so I caught a flight up this afternoon. Y/N thought I’d make a good present.”

“Fucking awesome present,” he said, still grinning ear to ear.

“You doing okay?” asked Jared, Jensen nodding. He gave him another hug and you smiled. “So how’s that crush on the nanny working out?”

“Shut up,” said Jensen, smirking as he pulled you into his side. “Jared. I know you guys met already but Y/N is your soon to be best friend just as an fyi.”

“Oh we’ve already started chatting,” you said, Jared chuckling. “He’s really sweet. I had to legit stop him from jumping on a plane that second when I texted him he thought something was wrong.”

“I think between the two of us we can keep an eye on him,” said Jared. “So you mind if I crash your date?”

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m taking both you boys out. My treat.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” said Jensen two hours later while he excused himself to the bathroom. Jared finished off the last of his beer and smiled as he leaned back in his corner of the booth.

“You know I’m totally covering this right,” he said.

“Dutch?” you asked.

“I’ll take the alcohol, you take the food.”

“That I can agree to,” you said, glancing over the dessert menu. “I’m really happy you were able to come up to hang out. I know you got your own family and everything and this was last minute.”

“He’s my family too,” he said. “I’d do anything for him. Literally. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, no matter when or where. I’ll be there for him like he’s always been for me.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a smile on his face like that before.”

“I have. You just didn’t notice that night at the bonfire.” You shrugged and he cocked his head. “How long you two been dating?”

“A month or so,” you said.

“You like him?”

“He’s alright,” you said, smiling before you took a sip from your glass.

“Thanks for taking care of him lately.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that,” you said, sliding the dessert menu over to him.

“Yeah but I’m still going to,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier. Between the two of us he’ll be okay again.”

“He’s never gonna be the same. He’ll be happy and it won’t hurt as much. But it’ll come back and hit him time to time.”

“There’s a reason he’s my best friend and it’s not just because we worked together for so long. He’s always been there for me and I’ll be there for him. I feel better about him being up here when he’s got someone else watching his back.”

“You had the hard job, not me,” you said.

“He’s come a long way. Doesn’t mean this is a cakewalk though I’m sure.”

“No, you’re right about that,” you said as you spotted Jensen returning.

“You guys order dessert yet?” he asked, sliding in beside you.

“Why doesn’t the birthday boy pick,” teased Jared, handing the menu over to him. “You guys ought to come home for a weekend when you get a chance.”

“It’s kinda a long way to go with the kids for just a few days,” said Jensen. “But we’ll be home soon. Hopefully.”

“I can get you a gig on Walker anytime you want it dude, just ask.”

“Maybe. I kinda want to get with the guys and maybe work on that Supernatural stuff. I need good stuff to look forward to, you know?”

“I do,” said Jared. “As long as you come home eventually I’ll learn to live with just using your jet skis in the meantime.”

“See what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade?” asked Jensen.

“Oh yes. He’s horrible,” you teased. “We really shouldn’t have him sleepover then, should we?”

“You’re staying at the house?” asked Jensen with a grin.

“Duh. I didn’t just fly a thousand miles to not see you dude. I’m here all weekend. Let’s have some fun.”

“Boys I’m heading to bed,” you said around two in the morning.

“Yeah we ought to go to bed ourselves,” said Jared.

“I’ll grab you some sheets and stuff,” said Jensen. You waved goodnight to Jared, heading down the hall towards your room when Jensen wrapped an arm around your waist. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me from now on.”

“I am. Want to check something real quick.”

“Hurry back,” he said. He kissed your temple and ducked into his room, leaving you in the hall. You went down to your own and checked your email, smirking when you saw what you were looking for. A rattling of fingers on the door made you glance up, Jensen smiling there. “Texting your other boyfriend?”

“No, I sort of...submitted one of my stories to a publisher. They’ve been talking to me this week and said they’d get back to me today on if they wanted to move forward. They want to do a five book deal. I already have the stories done and mostly drawn anyways. They gave me an offer just now.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “Seriously. We’re gonna celebrate tomorrow for sure.”

“It’s no big deal,” you said.

“It really is,” he said. He picked you up and grinned, carrying you back to his room. “I’m proud of you.”

“They’re stupid stories,” you said.

“I love those stupid stories,” he said, setting you on the bed. “The kids do too.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re supposed to say that.” You set your phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers, Jensen pulling you into his chest when het got underneath.

“My children think their mom is really okay now. They don’t get sad anymore and they ask questions about her again and I don’t want to cry every time I talk about her because your story reminded me that the wolf dad can be happy again for him too. That’s really fucking important to me right now in life.”

“Okay Papa Wolf,” you said. You grinned and he returned it. “Night Jensen.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

Two Months Later

“Hey Jared,” you said as you answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Jensen at work?”

“Yeah. Late night again,” you said. “He’s answering texts between breaks I think.”

“Cool,” he said.

“You need something?” you asked.

“No, no. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks. I’ll catch you later.”

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just want to talk to him for a minute,” he said. He was a little quiet and you sat down on the couch.

“You want to talk to me?” you asked.

“That’s okay.”

“Jared...Jensen and I are starting to get serious which means we’re gonna be together a lot considering how you two can’t go more than a day without talking. We can be good friends too,” you said. He was quiet and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too corny.

“I uh, I have bad days sometimes. Really normal days can be bad days in my head. It’s kinda how I was built I guess,” he said.

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said. “Today a bad day?”

“Kinda. Nothing happened. I had a normal day at work and home. I’m just off. He um...Jensen makes me feel better as lame as that sounds. Just talking for a few minutes helps my head get on track that somebody really does care.”

“He’s very good like that,” you said. “I know you mean the world to him. You’re his brother. It’s not lame that he makes you feel better. You make him feel better too. I owe you a lot for taking care of him after the accident.”

“I much prefer when I’m the one freaking out and he takes care of me,” chuckled Jared. “You guys coming home soon?”

“He’s got a few weeks left of filming but I might head down a little earlier, try to get the house sorted out down there with the kids and stuff,” you said. “He’s literally counting down the days.”

“He really likes working on the show though I thought.”

“Oh he does but he’s got a big circle on the calendar for the fifthteenth called Jared day. I think your boy is planning something fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “You mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Shoot, buddy,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“Going full throttle out of the gate I see,” you said.

“I know. I know how he talks about you though. There’s no...casual relationship with him.”

“Well I haven’t said it to him yet and he hasn’t said it to me so...maybe another time I’ll be able to answer that question.”

“It’s been almost four months. You get to spend more time together than most couples starting out. I’d think you know by now,” he said.

“I do. But he deserves to hear it before anyone else,” you said.

“So you love him.”

“Most things I love have a habit of going away,” you said.

“He won’t,” he said. “You do more than make him happy, Y/N. A lot more.”

“I just wish he didn’t hurt.”

“He hurts a lot less lately. Some of that’s time and some of it’s you. Enjoy being one of his best friends. He doesn’t let that many people in that close.”

“I know. We were supposed to be talking about you I thought.”

“Eh, sometimes I just need the talk. Thanks. I got somebody else I can call now too.”

“It’s never a problem,” you said.

“It’s getting late there. I’ll let you go. Thanks for talking, really. I feel better.”

“Anytime Jared.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

“Doug you’re a lifesaver,” you said as finished washing Jensen’s truck in the driveway back home in Austin. He smiled as he wiped off his hands and gave Arrow a wave goodbye.

“I owed you for that 3am incident,” he said. “You got easy kids. Mine are vultures.”

“Yes, yes they are,” you laughed. He gave you a kiss on the check and smiled as he headed back for his car, another one coming down the open driveway. “Later Doug.”

“Later,” he said. Jensen exited the back of the car along with his backpack and a suitcase, the car pulling out, Doug following after.

“Hey. How was the flight?” you asked.

“Who was that?” he asked, dropping his bags on the pavement.

“Oh that’s just Doug. He’s a nanny. I needed an extra set of hands today watching the kids trying to finish up these chores before you got home and it was perfect timing,” you said. You smirked and walked over to kiss him, Jensen taking a step back. “Something wrong?”

“You kissed him.”

“No. I didn’t. He kissed my cheek,” you said. Jensen narrowed his eyes and you scoffed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “Seriously? He’s my friend.”

“That kisses you.”

“He’s affectionate,” you said. “Also he’s kinda married so you can tone it down with the judgemental looks.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You’re right. You should be able to kiss whoever you want despite being in a relationship,” he said. He grabbed his bags and brushed past you inside. You grumbled and went after him, finding him upstairs in his room. “What?”

“What stick is up your ass today? I haven’t seen you in almost three weeks. None of us have and you’re in a bad mood.”

“I was perfectly happy until I saw you kissing somebody else.”

“I wasn’t kissing him!”

“It didn’t look like that from my perspective.”

“Jensen.”

“Is this just a little game to you? You get bored of the older guy with kids finally?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or maybe you just got caught finally.”

“I don’t cheat,” you said, getting in his face. “He kissed my cheek. I’ll call him to come back and explain this situation right now but I apparently you just think I’m a cheater.”

“Well maybe you are. Geez, we’ve been together over four months and no real sex yet? Cause that’s not sending red flags.”

“Because you weren’t fucking ready!” you shouted. “I’m not your wife and I’m never gonna be her. Don’t be mad at me for it.”

“No that’s for sure,” he said.

“The kids are in the front yard. Don’t expect me back today,” you said. You stormed downstairs and into your room, shoving some things in a bag before taking your purse and getting behind the wheel of your car.

You were seeing red by the time you were out of the suburbs. You slammed your hand against the wheel and shouted.

“You fucking asshole,” you said. You sniffled and drove for a bit before finally pulling off. You drove down a long road, rolling your eyes when of course you passed by his brewery. You’d never been but he’d told you about it more than once. You kept going down the road, eventually finding a park to pull into. You shut off the car and shut your eyes, a knock on the window making you jump. You put down your window when you saw a cop there and did your best to wipe off your face.

“You’re double parked,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re parked on the line,” he said.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Bad day?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you said. You could feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, the officer reaching into a pocket and handing you a tissue. “Thanks.”

“Best not to drive when you’re upset,” he said.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna sit here for a little while,” you said with a nod.

“Probably not a great idea to sit in a car next a playground,” he said. “The mom’s are kinda intense around here.”

“Of course they are,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why don’t you move your car and you can join me on my patrol,” he said. “It’s only a short walk. Fresh air might do you good.”

“Last time I talked to another man my boyfriend sorta freaked out on me so maybe not a good idea,” you said. You blew your nose and realized what you’d said, the officer staring down. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why don’t we take that walk so I can find out what you did mean.”

Two minutes later you were walking next to the cop. He had a baseball cap on and was in all black. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t boiling considering it was May in Austin.

“This boyfriend got a name?”

“You gonna run his name or something?” you asked.

“Do I need to?” he asked. You shook your head and he smiled. “He the jealous type? He get angry over you talking to other men?”

“It’s complicated.”

“If it doesn’t get uncomplicated I might have to pay this boyfriend a visit you understand.”

“His wife died last June.”

“Okay. I understand part of the complicated thing now.”

“Why’s he gotta be a dick? Called me a cheater,” you said. You crossed your arms and the cop chuckled. “Sorry.”

“As long as you don’t call me a dick we don’t got a problem. Did you cheat on him?”

“No. He...he works away and he just got home today and my guy friend was over helping me with watching my boyfriends kids while I did some chores and my guy friend is like, a really affectionate guy and he kissed my cheek as my boyfriend was coming in and my boyfriend thinks I was kissing him back and been cheating on him for the past three weeks.”

“Why don’t you just call the guy friend over to explain?”

“He got so pissed so fast and accused me of cheating. I’ve been dating him for nearly five months and he brings up the fact we haven’t had sex yet like that even matters when I’ve been holding back for him and he just blows up on me for fucking nothing,” you said.

“You’re both stubborn people, aren’t ya,” he said.

“Maybe,” you grumbled.

“Maybe this guy is scared and looking for a way out of the relationship. Or maybe he thinks you want out. You mentioned kids. That’s not easy.”

“He’s also...older. There’s an age gap. I was the nanny and now I’m the girlfriend nanny. He’s also kinda...famous,” you said.

“So there’s a lot of stress in this relationship then.”

“No,” you said, dropping your arms to your sides. “It’s not like that.”

“Maybe the dumb bastard just got scared of losing someone again,” he said. “Just a theory.”

“I wish he wasn’t scared,” you said. “I don’t know how to make him not afraid.”

“You ever think maybe he said that because you’re getting in there pretty good now and he’s getting real scared that losing you might hurt just as bad as this wife did.”

“He’s an idiot. But he’s my idiot,” you said.

“Talk to him. Get an apology and try to forgive him.”

“I already forgive him. I know him. He was scared and I got mad instead of realizing after so many weeks apart all he needed was a freaking hug.”

“Then go home and give him a hug,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said with a nod. “I must have looked like a hot mess or something.”

“Oh for sure,” he chuckled. You smiled and he laughed. “That looks better.”

“Jensen probably left like five messages on my phone by now,” you said. The cop you were with paused and smiled. “What?”

“A kinda famous Jensen. There’s really only one of those in town,” he said.

“Oh. Yeah. Please don’t share that he’s dating. He really wants to keep things private for a lot of reasons right now,” you said.

“He’s my buddy.”

“Your buddy?”

“We went to school together,” he said. “In tenth grade he went for a slide on second base, ripped his pants right down the middle. His hanes bright blue covered ass still managed to get around to home base.”

“He split his pants in a baseball game?” you smiled.

“I know quite a few of his dirty secrets,” he said. “I don’t really know that whole acting thing but him I know and that must make you Y/N. You ever in trouble kid, ever just got a bad feeling and want a cop to come by, give me a call.”

“Thanks,” you said as you took his card. “You really think he’s a dumb bastard?”

“Oh knowing it’s him, 100%. Give him a break. We like him when he smiles,” he said.

“I’m gonna give him a call,” you said. “We should hang out sometime now that Jensen has a break.”

“Definitely. I gotta finish my patrol,” he said. “Take care Y/N.”

“Bye,” you said as you headed back towards your car. You pulled out your phone and saw seven missed calls and twelve unread texts. You tapped the screen and put the phone up to your ear, only ringing for a second.

“I’m sorry,” said Jensen.

“Me too.”

“I’m the one that...shit I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what happened.”

“You missed me and you were scared and seeing Doug probably hurt like a bitch,” you said.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be the stupid jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not too far from your brewery if you want to meet there. Get a beer. Blow this over,” you said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. Stop apologizing. I want to give you a hug,” you said.

“I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes?” he asked.

“I’ll see you soon honey.”

“Hi,” said Jensen as you sat at a quiet table in the back, sipping on a beer and eating a piece of pizza. You smiled and stood up, giving him a hug. He tucked his head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey we survived our first big fight as a couple,” you said. “That deserves beer and pizza.”

He sat down next to you, forcing a smile on his face. You reached over and cupped his cheek, Jensen turning into it.

“Please forgive yourself,” you said.

“I don’t really want to,” he said.

“You called me a cheater. I get what I want today and that’s for you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know why I said that.”

“Jensen,” you said, stroking his cheek. “I love you.”

He stared at you, a different look in his eyes, the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking through. You inched closer and slid your hand around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He felt softer than usual, lips barely moving against yours.

“I love you,” he said. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned. “I have loved you for a very long time.” You kissed him again, Jensen returning it.

He left his arm around your back, smirking when you did the same to him.

“Can we forget about earlier?” you asked. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder.

“One last I’m sorry though,” he said.

“Just don’t call me that again and we’re all good, Jens,” you said. “Now eat some of this pizza so I don’t feel like a glutton.”

“I don’t have to slip into a superhero costume any more so dad bod here I come,” he chuckled.

“Does that mean Solider Boy meets some untimely end?”

“No spoilers,” he said. “But I don’t think I’ll be going back to that show. At least as often. I know I want to direct an episode of walker in the fall. I talked to Jared about it actually so that’ll be fun. I might do a duck and run guest appearance on it. I’ll line up something for next year but I want to be home for awhile, do work around here.”

“I know quite a few people who would be more than okay with that,” you said.

“Don’t make any plans for Saturday,” he smirked.

“I thought you were having your Jared day tomorrow.”

“Oh we are. Gen invited you and the kids over. She’d like to get to know you. You’ll love her,” he said.

“So what’s Saturday then?” you asked.

“I’d like to take you and the kids out on the boat. We haven’t been since before the accident. Maybe we can go out for dinner and put up the tent in the backyard, have a sleepover out there with the kids.”

“That sounds fun.”

“And...I’d like to maybe next week take you out for the day, just us, maybe...spend the night somewhere,” he said.

“Like a hotel?” you asked.

“Yeah. Or the kids can have a sleepover at Jared’s. Maybe.” He glanced down and you moved your arm from his back, reaching behind yourself to hold his hand. Green eyes flickered over to yours and you smiled. “I’m-”

“You know if you keep apologizing about earlier I’m not going to have sex with you,” you said. “That’s just facts.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “No more apologies. Aside from...I really am sorry about what I said. I’m the one that’s been holding back and not once have you asked for more.”

“We said we’d take it slow and that’s okay,” you said. He squeezed your hand and nodded. “I don’t like you because you’re attractive or your hair is great or your arms are massive. Having fun with you is fun but that’s not why I’m here.”

“I don’t know if I can give you things you want,” he said.

“Just give me you and that’s good with me,” you said.

“Okay,” he said quietly. You scooted closer to him, Jensen tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Let’s do it now.”

“Uh, what?” you said, taking a sip from your beer.

“The kids aren’t home and I don’t want to wait and-”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you said, knocking back your beer and flipping the cardboard down over your pizza. He stared and you burped, picking up the box. “There’s like six slices left and this is too good to waste, even for sex.”

“You have literally never been more attractive than in this moment,” he said.

“I could be.”

“I’ll see you at the house in twenty?”

“Yes you will Ackles.”

Forty minutes later you hand was slapping against his headboard, legs squeezed so tight around his waist you were shocked he wasn’t complaining. You moaned loudly as he teased your clit and he delivered one more hard thrust. He grunted as you gripped his shoulder with your other hand.

“Jensen,” you breathed out. “I’m right there. Please, please, please…”

You arched your back when he thrust hard, fingers rubbing just a bit rougher and you came all around him, every muscle tensed and riding out that high, long, deep, absolutely perfect orgasm. Jensen thrust a few more times before he groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, big panting breaths fanning over your skin.

He was sweaty but pulled out slowly, plopping down on the bed beside you, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know about you but that was good,” he said. “Damn good.”

You giggled between breaths, nodding your head slightly. You tilted it over towards his, Jensen already staring at you with soft hooded green eyes.

“Definitely damn good,” you breathed. His lips tugged up into a smile, warm and gentle, his head inching closer to you. You sat up and leaned down to kiss him, Jensen breaking off when he needed air. You trailed a finger down his chest before climbing out of bed and excusing yourself to the bathroom. After you cleaned up you found Jensen chucking the condom in the trash and wiping himself off quickly.

“Come here you,” he said. He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the bed, laying you down carefully. “I’m big on after sex cuddling just so you know.”

“I find that to be a very attractive quality,” you said as he lay down. He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed the bunched up blanket, pulling it over the two of you. His arm slid under your head and he pulled you into his side, encouraging you to use him as a pillow. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” he said. He kissed your temple and let out a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I never thought I’d be able to do that ever again. Let alone not feel bad about doing it,” he said.

“You okay?”

“I’m great,” he said. “Really. I know Dee would have been telling me to not worry so I didn’t. I don’t...I feel like I can talk about her again, you know?”

“You used to call her your wife a lot. Recently you’ve been saying her name more. I think you really are healing, Jensen.”

“I knew the second you left earlier I messed up. I dropped the kids off at Jared’s and then I wound up at the cemetery. I saw these purple flowers there. It’s kinda a different flower but they were her favorite. I’ve only ever told one other person those were her favorites,” he said. You traced your finger over his pec and rested your palm flat on his chest. “Why’d you put flowers there?”

“Why wouldn’t I Jensen?”

“That’s how I knew I can stop being so scared when it comes to you. Purple fucking flowers. You’re just…”

“I love you too,” you said, giving his whole body a squeeze. He returned it, holding you for a long time, neither one of you saying a word. It wasn’t until you noticed the light starting to change in the room that you both moved.

“Y/N,” said Jensen when you sat upright. You looked over your shoulder, a smile on his face. “Do you want to stay upstairs with me from now on instead of your room? It’s okay if-”

“I’d love to,” you said. “To be honest, I slept up here the other night.”

“You did?” he asked as you nodded.

“I missed you.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I know three little faces that really missed you too,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go get the rascals.”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

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flippyspoon · 4 years ago

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Bring Me a Higher Love

Note: Knocked out a lil thing just now. I feel like everyone might not know that “straight” also used to mean sober back in the day lol. Important info. WEED/DRUG RELATED FYI.

The thing about popping into Family Video to stare at Steve Harrington is that lately, he’s almost always high. At least when Billy visits.

To be fair, it’s winter break. That means Robin is on vacation which apparently means she and Steve become huge stoners.

Billy gets high with them a couple times while they’re on a break, but the shit makes him so paranoid thinking the “Shadow” is coming again, it’s not even worth the panic for the few seconds of leaning against a wall close to Steve, feeling floaty and in love...not that Steve is aware of it.

Billy can’t help thinking Steve is especially cute when he’s high, and that’s saying something. But it’s frustrating that he can’t hold down a decent conversation. Which is a thought that surprises Billy. But Billy talks to Steve a lot. More than he talks to anyone else these days except Max and that’s a maybe. He goes home and lies in bed and replays the conversations over and over in his head. He thinks of Steve’s soft smiles and the way he fidgets, playing with his lips or twirling a lock of hair around a finger while they’re talking about whatever. The Mind Flayer. Movies. Basketball. The scary future. The Hawkins High teachers with the worst pit stains. They talk about everything.

Nowadays Billy replays Steve saying something ridiculous with that wide-eyed dopey expression he gets after he’s just smoked.

“Billy...do you think dogs fall in love for real like Lady and the Tramp?”

“Billy...do you think Elliott would have caught E.T. if he’d used Skittles instead of Reese’s Pieces?”

“Billy...you have pretty hair. It’s so goldie.”

He thinks about that last one a lot.

He’s always kind of hoping for more like that last one.

He gets it one day.

Steve and Robin are behind the counter, ostensibly rewinding videos, but they seem busier with whatever they’re laughing about. Something to do with the way Robin plays Duck Hunt.

But when Steve sees Billy, he stops. And he lights up, grinning like a complete maniac.

“Hey! Good you’re here! I wanted to see something!” Steve waves him over, glancing warily at Robin who only watches, leaning on her hand, as if Billy and Steve are her favorite TV show.

“What is it, Harrington?” Billy tries to sound impatient. Really, his heart is pounding.

“I want to see your eyelashes,” Steve said gravely. “Come here.”

Billy can’t stop chewing on his lip. He walks up and flinches a little at the way Steve lurches forward, practically climbing over the high counter between them to get closer to Billy and knocking several VHS tapes to the floor in the process.

“What the hell,” Billy mutters.

Steve speaks in whispers. “Just stay still. I want to see something.” He’s staring intensely at Billy and he leans on his elbows. And then his hands come up and ever so gently he cradles Billy’s face, his thumbs soft along Billy’s cheeks.

Surely, he can hear the thunder of Billy’s heart, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “Yeah,” Steve whispers. “They’re just like I remember. I was telling Robin. And she didn’t believe me. About your eyelashes. And like...how red your mouth is.”

Steve doesn’t specify what it is about Billy’s eyelashes that’s so enchanting.

Billy forgets to ask.

“Jesus Christ,” Robin says under her breath.

All Billy can manage to say is: “Oh.”

For a moment, they’re both frozen as they stare at each other and not even Robin’s quiet cackling breaks the spell.

Until the bell rings over the door as Mr. Clarke walks in, and then Steve yelps and reels back like someone has just jabbed him with a cattle prod, videos flying.

Billy all but runs home.

He thinks about Steve staring at him all weekend. He thinks about Steve waxing poetic about his lips and eyelashes and hair and the way Steve seems to forget he’s at work when Billy shows up and they get tied up in conversations and the way Billy makes him late coming back from his lunch and the way Steve always looks like he wants to say something important and then looks away.

On Monday, Robin goes back to school because winter break is over.

Steve is working the whole store by himself when Billy sums up his courage and walks in. It’s Monday evening, the slowest day of the week.

Steve is actually...working. Kramer vs Kramer is playing on the display TV as Steve dutifully boxes up tapes into Family Video branded cases.

But when the bell jingles over Billy’s head as he walks in, Steve lights up like always. “Hey! Thank God you’re here. I’m so bored. Come hang out.”

Billy walks around behind the counter, pushing through the little swing door and feeling like some kind of rebellious trespasser. But the place is empty anyway and Keith isn’t there to give him hell.

Billy leans on the counter and watches Steve. “You’re not high,” Billy declares.

“Oh!” Steve laughs, waving a dismissive hand. “Yeah. Shit. We went a little crazy. Robin was really stressed with school over the fall so we just kept getting blitzed over vacation. But now she’s all serious school Robin again. But it was just… I wasn’t…” He stops what he’s doing and blinks at Billy. “Sorry, was I totally annoying?”

“No.” Billy shrugs. “It was...amusing.” He can’t help but smile even as his stomach flutters because he knows exactly what he’s going to do.

Steve seems to interpret him a certain way because he blushes crimson. “Oh. Well. I say crazy shit when I’m high. Apparently. It doesn’t mean anything. I was just...all...high.”

He audibly swallows.

“Aw, that’s too bad.” Billy steps in closer, crowding Steve up against the counter. “You don’t like my eyelashes, Harrington? Or my red red lips?”

Steve looks like he’s about to have a heart attack and he fixes his gaze on the red lips in question. “Ah...well, um… They’re… Ya know. They’re fine.”

Billy would laugh but he’s too busy leaning in and kissing Steve who sucks in a breath and sways on his feet so that Billy has to clutch his arms and keep him from falling over as their mouths slide together and Billy’s tongue tastes Steve’s.

Steve tastes like Red Hots.

Which is absolutely perfect.

Red Hot Harrington.

“Oh...that is even better than I thought it would be,” Steve whispers when they finally part for some air. “And I thought it would be pretty awesome. Glad I’m straight for it.”

“Don’t think you’re very straight at all actually,” Billy says, and Steve’s chuckle turns to a sigh as Billy’s lips move down his throat.

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #cw weed #cw drugs

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judediangelo75 · 4 years ago

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Crushed

Okay, so I mentioned an a random post that I wanted to show the two halves that make, well her.

A painfully timid and skittish side (which mainly developed when she started living with her mother when she came to London. While she can hold her ground against her a bit more, she still fears her mother) and the coldhearted side (which developed at Hogwarts, where all the issues, tragedies and so on harden her).

I was on my Wattpad where I can a collection of Judith and Talbott stories (though there’s not much backstory or structure on there) and this story definitely would show that timid side of her. I tweaked it so it can be better than what I have posted over there.

Just to be clear: This side DOES exist. It’s her most vulnerable side of her. The reason it’s not shown is because Judith doesn’t like showing that side of her. Where she feels like a piece of glass that can break at any second.

She struggles with anxiety. She doesn’t like having too many eyes on her, she feels like people are constantly watching for any mistakes like her mother and exploit it. It gets pretty bad to where she gets anxiety attacks (she usually runs and hides out for awhile until it’s over. Like I said, she doesn’t like showing this side of her, and WILL NOT share this side unless you pry it out of her).

While she doesn’t show it often, she does talk peoples’ words to heart at times. Which doesn’t help her low self esteem.

She does her best to find coping mechanisms to help over the years and does build genuine confidence. But it takes time.

Alright there, you have a back of backstory of that side of her.

Just FYI, this is just to show that side of her (like if her more dominant side; because usually when you push her, that cold side would seep through a bit. You would hardly ever see her skittish)

Okay, I rambled on enough. ON WITH THE STORY!

(Judith Harris)

"There goes Demented Harris," I heard someone whispered to their friend before they broke out into snickers as I walked out of my Transfigurations class. I just kept my head down and walked past them.

Sometimes I think that coming to Hogwarts was a mistake.

Ever since the incident with my brother years ago, everyone suspects that I'll be just like him.

Become hellbent on finding the Cursed Vaults, getting expelled, and disappear. Never to be heard from again.

I have broke a few curses since my second year but I stayed pretty sane. I’m a good student and sought to become a Healer when I graduate. I don’t plan on dropping off of the face of the Earth...

Even though I’m sure nobody would miss me if I did...

I sighed. I would’ve thought some people would at least be a bit grateful for what I’ve done for them, for the school, thus far. But like my mother always said, I’m asking for too much in life.

It’s fine though. If I can't find love and appreciation in people, then I can in magical creatures at least.

"Miss Harris?" I blinked, coming out of my thoughts to look down. Professor Flitwick smiled up at me once he saw he had my attention.

"Good day, Miss Harris," he greeted. I gave a shy smile and nodded, whispering a soft hello.

"If it’s not too much trouble, if you're free, I was wondering if you can assist me in a class for first years. One of my top students already agreed to help, but I would love one of my favorites to join in on the lesson," he said. My smile widen a bit before I nodded once more, following the small man to the Charms classroom.

There were times I wished I joined Ravenclaw. I enjoyed spending time with the ex-Dueling Champion. He was one of the few people who treated me with kindness. He didn’t see me as my brother, but for me.

I loved to help him, when it’s for tutoring, helping for the younger students or even for helping the Frog Choir whenever he needs extra help (he’s disappointed that I didn’t actually join, but settled for this arrangement).

I even spend my birthday, which was also his, with him. Something I haven’t done since Papa died.

I let out a mental sigh. But I wasn’t a Ravenclaw. Which might as well be a blessing, seeing how I have an easier time avoiding him.

"Ah, here we are!" I almost missed Mr. Flitwick's delightful cheer when we entered the classroom. All I could focus on what the feeling of my blood going cold when I saw who was the other teaching assistant.

Talbott Winger...

I quickly ducked my head when he turned to look over in Mr. Flitwick and I's direction. How did that saying go?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear? Whoever said that was on something...

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting, Mr. Winger," Mr. Flitwick said as he hopped up on his tower of books. From the corner of my eye, I saw Talbott give him a small smile.

"Not at all Professor. What will we be helping you teach today," he asked. As Professor Flitwick explained today's lesson, I stood quietly a few feet away from Talbott, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. Flitwick pointed to the basket of feathers and had us place one at each seat. I remained silent as I handled my task from one side of the room.

I developed a crush on Talbott when he helped me become an Animagus. To this day, I don't know why he agreed to help me. Maybe because I have access and knew things that he didn't?

Either way, I couldn't help but to fall for him.

He just seem so handsome to me. From his neat, slicked back hair to his beautiful red eyes.

I appreciate the fine art of sarcasm, which he seems to be a master in (next to me of course). I find him hilarious whenever he’s feeling sassy or playful.

Helping him find his mother's necklace made me realize that there is a beautiful heart and creative mind that he hides under that aloof and unapproachable exterior.

Which made me fall faster.

The smile that spread on his face when he said that we were friends just melted my heart in a helpless puddle of love...

But I wouldn't really go as far we were "buddy-buddy". More like acquaintances, hell I'll be lucky enough to call us that even. I would see him around, maybe give a wave. Half of the time he rarely sees it though, making me look awkward in the process...

I don't know why I try to get his attention. It doesn't matter because I know he doesn't feel the same way about me. I remember his reaction when I confessed to him, clear as day.

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Flashback

"Rather than erase pre-existing memory, it might be easier for you if you tell Mr. Winger a new piece of information. Something that he didn't know before and won't forget, then use the Memory Charm to erase that memory," Flitwick suggested. I heard Talbott made a noise of agreement. I turned to find him sizing me.

"I'm okay with that. If you're just gonna erase my memory of it, you might as well tell me an interesting secret, Judith," Talbott suggested, a hint of mischief dancing in those red eyes. I bit my lip and shyly glanced at the Ravenclaw boy. Maybe I can confess my feelings and see how he feels about me...

"Th-Then this might be a g-good opportunity to tell y-y-you that... I-I-I fancy you, Talbott..." Flitwick and Talbott looked at me in shock.

"Oh my!" Flitwick gasped. I felt my face burn with embarrassment and shame as Talbott looked anxiously at me.

"Wh-what? Are... are you serious," he exclaimed. I rubbed my arm sheepishly, waiting for him to say more.

"Why? I mean... er..." I felt a bit of dread build in the pit of my stomach. Was he surprised? Or was he uncertain on how to let me down gently?

"Thank you," he finally said, though it came out more like a question. I buried my burning face in my hands.

"This probably wasn't the right time..." Or any time for that matter.

The boy rarely looked in my direction, why would I even think he would express some kind of interest in a witch like me?

"Ahem, perhaps now would be a good time to try casting Obliviate..." I never agreed with Professor Flitwick more. I quickly pulled out my wand, pointing it at Talbott.

For a moment, I could’ve sworn a look of protest in his red eyes, but didn’t want to dwell on it too much.

Talbott was not leaving this room with that memory, not if I can help it.

After casting the spell, Talbott looked lost then a little frustrated, like he was struggling to remember something.

"What do you remember, Talbott," I asked as I withdrew my wand. I needed to know if the spell worked or not so I determine if I should go into hiding for the rest of my time at Hogwarts...

"I remember you choosing to cast Obliviate on me, then... nothing," He replied. I let out a sigh of relief.

"That means Obliviate worked," I cheered. Talbott looked at me suspiciously.

"Now you've gotten me curious. What did you tell me," he asked.

Ha! You're hilarious if you think I'm repeating that situation twice. I'd sooner jump into the Black Lake.

"I'll tell you later," I smirked. By later, I mean never.

Like ever.

He returned the smirk.

"I'm going to hold you to that..." Over my dead body, Winger...

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Ever since then, only two people know of my crush on Talbott.

Professor Flitwick and Penny.

I'm pretty sure he forgot about that whole situation and I'm more than grateful for it. I wasn't gonna confess again back then and I'm not looking to confess now.

Once the classroom was set up, the first years filed in and took their seats. Professor Flitwick introduced both of us to the class. As Flitwick went over the basics of the lesson, Talbott turned to look at me. I almost jumped out of my skin.

"How are you, Judith," he asked, a small smile tugging on his lips.

"I-I'm o-okay... and yourself," I stuttered. Judith, words! Use them!

"I'm doing good... I must admit, being here together brings back memories," he said. I fidgeted, already knowing what he was implying.

"O-oh," I asked, trying to play dumb. He looked me in my eyes.

"Yeah, where we came to Flitwick to learn the Memory Charm... I'm glad you talked me out of using it on Merula by the way," he admitted, his smile growing. I felt a blush blossom on my cheeks.

Gods, why is he so handsome?

"It's not a problem, Talbott," I said softly, looking down so he wouldn’t see my red face. He hummed before saying,

"You know, you never told me what you said to me when you erased my memory.”.

"Miss Harris, do you think can come and demonstrate the proper stance and help the class correct their stance?" I darted away to help Professor Flitwick. The Gods are looking out for me today.

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(Talbott Winger)

I frowned when the young Hufflepuff basically ran away from me to help Flitwick.

Judith seems naturally shy, but never have I ever seen her outright run from something. She took on Cursed Vaults, but she runs from a simple question.

Ever since she erased my memory of whatever she told me, the situation would pass through my mind from time to time. I just wasn't sure how to approach the topic with her. Today seem like the perfect opportunity to broach the topic with the cute Hufflepuff.

Yes, I said cute. Because she is.

I admit I didn't like how she was so pressed to help me in the beginning but I slowly grew fond of the girl.

Plus, she was very beautiful.

Ever since I hit my growth spurt, I towered over the Hufflepuff by at least a good 5 to 6 inches. She was a bit on the short side, but where I was standing, she seems small and it was adorable.

Her sweet face was one of my favorite things to look at. Despite her shyness, her facial expressions usually spoke for her sometimes. The way her nose would scrunch up in distaste when she heard something unpleasant or she didn't like. The way her brow would crease in concentration when she's in class or studying. The way she would hide her flushed cheek behind her hand when she's embarrassed. The way her eyes would speak for her when she can't formulate words...

I normally wouldn't pay much attention to the opposite sex as far as physical appearance but I must admit, there was a time or so where I wondered what she looked like in more form fitting clothes, instead of her House robes or her trusted yellow hoodie.

Her shyness made her all more endearing.

The way her gold eyes would widen slightly when someone focuses their attention on her. The way her sweet voice would sometimes stutter when she tries to talk. Sometimes hitting a higher octave when she feels insulted. How she would bring the bottom half of her hoodie to cover her face when she's blushing. How she fiddles with her dark brown hair when she's nervous.

She was cavity-inducing...

"Mr. Winger, can you come up with Miss Harris to cast today's spell?" I heard Professor Flitwick call.

I smiled as I walked up to stand beside the suddenly flustered Hufflepuff. Together we were able to levitate our own feathers, flying them across the room. I peeked over at Judith, seeing a beautiful smile spread on her face. My heart fluttered at the sight.

Such a shy and quiet beauty.

"Excellent, just excellent," Flitwick praised. Judith looked down, shuffling her feet. We soon went on the opposite sides of the room to help any students with the spell. I stole some glances at her, finding her smiling and laughing with the first years, applauding them when they successfully cast the spell.

She looked so happy...

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Once class was over and we finished cleaning the classroom, Judith was already gone before I could question her again. I softly cursed beneath my breath.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Winger," Professor Flitwick asked. I perked up a bit. Maybe he knows, he was there after all...

"I was wondering if you could help me with something... about Judith," I said softly. He nodded.

"Do you remember what Judith told me the day you taught us the Memory Charm?" He looked surprised and mused over what I said.

"So I'm assuming Miss Harris never told you what she said that day," he said. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Winger, but it is simply not my place to tell you," he sighed. I rubbed a hand over my face, suddenly tired. Will I ever know what that girl said?

"May I ask you something, Mr. Winger?" I looked up the the short man.

"Is it possible you fancy the girl? I've noticed how you looked at her during class," he asked. I felt a blush working its way up to my neck.

Am I obvious?

"Of course not, Mr. Winger. But you are in my house, I take the time to learn my students throughout the years," Flitwick chuckled. I glared at the man's teasing.

"Yes... I started to grow fond of her and she is rather endearing," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. The professor smiled at me.

"Although I can't tell you what she said, I'm sure you can get your answer if you spend some more time with the girl," he offered. I frowned.

"But I rarely see her around, except for class and in passing," I said. The girl was extremely scarce, despite having her own friends. Flitwick looked thoughtful for a few moments before saying,

"Why not ask Hagrid for her whereabouts? I know she spends a decent amount of time with the man." Not a bad idea...

"I'll go do that now, thank you Professor and enjoy the rest of your day," I smiled, walking out.

Time to catch me a little Hufflepuff.

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"Hello, Hagrid," I said, approaching the giant man. Hagrid turned to me with a big smile.

"Hello there, Talbott! What can I do fer ya?" Fang barked and ran up to me. I chuckled and bent down to pet the dog.

"I was hoping if you could help me find someone," I said as I rubbed Fang's belly. The man laughed cheerfully.

"Why of course, m' boy! Who are you lookin' fer?," he asked.

"Judith, have you seen her," I asked, silently praying he'll agree to help. Hagrid looked taken aback at my request.

"I- er..." I rose a brow at him.

"I don't know Talbott... Judith made me promise not to tell anyone where she goes when she has free time," he said, looking a bit sad.

Here I thought I preferred being alone, but clearly she has me beat...

"Why is it that she wants to be alone so much," I asked. I was a bit upset that I couldn't find the girl as easily as I would like.

"There are some cruel kids in this ‘ere school, Talbott. The girl has a lot more weight on her shoulders than anybody realizes," Hagrid sighed. I frowned.

"What does that mean," I asked.

"Pay close attention to what people say when she's around," Hagrid simply said.

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Taking the man's advice, I watched the girl as closely as possible the next few weeks. I must admit, it hurt me seeing the girl being pushed around.

Demented Harris.

Jinxed Judith.

Jamal #2.

The shoves.

The laughs.

The public humiliation.

Those hurt gold eyes, shimmering with unshed tears.

No wonder she's so quiet and hardly around. Any form of attention brought to her is negative.

I miss seeing her smile...

Today I planned on confronting her, hopefully to provide some comfort.

In my Animagus form, I silently followed the girl as she walked out of the castle in the direction of the Magical Creature Reserve. Perching myself in a tree nearby, I watched as she walked in a grassy field, carrying a bag of creature feed.

As she approached a Niffler, Knarl, Porlock, Diricrawl, and Abraxan all perked up at the sight of her.

"Feeding time, my loves," she called, her voice sweet and full of affection. The creatures all bounded towards her. Her Niffler, bounded up her legs, torso to rest on her shoulders. The Knarl rolled around her feet before bumping into her left foot. The Porlock trotted up to nuzzle her right calf, it's tail waging. Her Diricrawl nuzzled her left leg, flapping its small wings. The Abraxan trotted around her, nuzzling her hair.

The girl was giggling at her creatures’ enthusiasm.

"One at a time, everyone. You will all get your turn," she said. She looked so cute, surrounded by all these creatures.

Once she fed them all, she and them all walked around the field and to my hiding place. The Abraxan looked directly at me and huffed. It turned and used its hide legs to kick the tree. I let out a surprised squawk and flew out before I could fall.

"Angel! What's gotten into you, it's just an eagle," Judith cried, running up to the winged horse to soothe it. I landed a few feet away and her Porlock stared at me warily.

Can her creatures tell I'm not really just an eagle? The Porlock went up to me, sniffing me before letting out a soft huff of distrust.

Yeah, they can...

Giving up the act, I transformed back into my human form. The Porlock let out a small startled cry and ran to Judith, hugging her leg.

"What's wrong, Baron-" Judith froze when she saw me standing there. I let out a bashful smile.

"Talbott! Wh-what are y-you..." she trailed off, looking down. I slowly walked towards her, doing my best not frighten her.

"I just wanted to see you, Judith," I said softly.

"Why," she asked firmly, turning to face me. I took in her full appearance and blushed a bit.

She was wearing a floor length sundress, white on the top that gradients to a soft shade of yellow. It was form fitting, hugging her curves perfectly. Her full chest, small waist, her abs, her slowly rounding hips.

Her hair was in twists. Most of it was pulled back in a low ponytail while the rest formed her bang that occasionally sweep over her right eye.

Her face was free of makeup, save a gloss over her plump lips. Her skin was basically glowing...

I swallowed thickly.

She was...uh... rather developed for someone was just 16.

Oh boy...

"I want to spend some time with you," I said, reminding myself to breathe. Her pretty gold eyes widen and she shifted uncomfortably on each foot.

"S-spend time with m-me," she repeated, sounding lost. I nodded, getting closer. We were only less than a foot apart now and I could smell her perfume. I tried my best to keep my breathing even, even though I was to take in more of that pleasant smell.

I held out my hand. She looked down, extremely confused.

"We could start with a walk around the Creature Reserve... if you'd like," I suggested, silently hoping that she'll say yes.

A few moments past and I could feel my nerves starting to take over. Before I could pull back, Judith laid her small hand in mine, stepping close.

"Okay... but we're visiting the rest of my creatures in the meanwhile," she said, staring at my chest. Slowly, I grasped her chin to tilt upwards so she can meet my eyes.

She had one of prettiest eye colors I've seen, I could get lost in them all day...

"Of course, anything for you," I said with a smile. Her eyes went wide and she abruptly buried her face in my chest. I felt my heart stutter at her unexpected closeness but didn't push her away.

Gods, she was so cute...

"C'mon, what other creatures do you have," I chuckled, gently nudging her from her hiding place. She flustered at our proximity to one another and simply held my hand, leading me to other parts of the reserve.

The entire time, I couldn’t help but to notice the feeling of her hand in mine.

Her hand had a few callouses on her fingertips and a bit on her palm, assuming from all the writing and physical work that she does. But her hand felt soft overall.

To me, it shows how strong she is, all while still having a gentle touch.

Perfectly her...

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I made some decent progress with Judith the next few weeks.

She was able to open up to me and allow me to help her take care of the creatures she adopted. It was nice to see her laugh and smile around me.

There was moments of slight awkwardness, like some of her creatures pushing us closer together. The bigger creatures were especially known for this. One time, Griffin, her Hippogriff, purposefully picked up the girl and set her on his back, as if going on flight. He never gave her adequate time to properly hold on, so when he took off, she would fall over and I have to race to catch her. I always found myself holding her protectively against my chest, our faces just an inch or two apart.

More than once, I've been tempted to kiss her.

But I simply set her down while she shyly thanked me and scurried off.

We were sitting side by side each other, under the shade of a large tree. Another sundress hugged her frame, this time white and royal blue. Her Porlock, Baron, was cuddling up against her as she scratched behind his ears.

"Hey Judith," I called out softly. Her pretty gold eyes shyly glanced at me.

"Yes," she answered. Taking a deep breath, I brought up the question,

"Why wouldn't you tell me what happened in Charms class that day?" she stiffen a bit and Baron let out a soft huff of worry. I reached out for her hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Please don't shut me out, Judith. I just simply want to know," I said softly. I watched as she gave the young Porlock a final scratch behind his ears before sending him off.

“I-I... I’m scared to see your reaction again,” she quietly admitted. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, we’re a bit older and mature now. I’m sure I can handle it better this time,” I told her. She peeked at me from her short curly lashes before looking away.

She mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that," I asked, scooting over closer. The sweet smell of coconuts and cocoa butter greeted my senses, and I wanted to close my eyes in bliss.

"I...Talbott," she said a bit louder. Growing bold, I gently grasp her chin to look so she can face me.

"One more time for me, Judith..." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out a soft whimper.

"I fancy you, Talbott," she quietly sobbed, trying to pull away from me. I froze. Judith likes me...?

She feels the same way.

My lack of response made things worse as her eyes grew wide and frantic.

"I-I-I'm sorry! I di-didn't- you-you don't ha-have to-" her ramblings with a soft gasp. I pulled the girl into my lap, hugging her.

Judith went still, her nerves undoubtedly getting the best of her.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, little bird... I fancy you too," I whispered into her hair. She shyly met my eyes, hope shining brightly in those gold orbs.

"Y-Y-You do," she asked, trying to blink away any tears in her eyes. I gently wiped her tears away from my thumbs, she let out a soft breath at my touch.

"I do, Judith. And I want to prove it to you. Everyday... While at Hogwarts and beyond," I said softly. Feeling bold, I peppered kisses all over her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as I did this, her breathing slowly evening out. When I pulled back a little, she clenched at my robes with a whimper, pressing herself against me.

"T-Talbott, I-I-I..." Her expression was uncertain and fearful. I noticed how her gaze would land on my lips before darting back up to meet my gaze.

Rubbing her back, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers.

She readjusted herself so she would be straddling my lap, her lips still moving shyly against mine. I groaned a little and squeezed her a bit closer. My hands followed the outline of her waist and hips, memorizing it. One of her hands was clenching at my robes and the other fisted in my hair. I groaned throatily. Gods, she's so perfect...

I pulled away, kissing the tip of her nose.

"You're so beautiful and perfect, darling," I cooed, nuzzling her cheek. I could partially feel the temperature rise and chuckled.

"And adorable," I added, pecking her lips. She pouted at me when I pulled away. I chuckled again.

"Don't give me that cute sad face," I told her. She grumbled but snugged against my chest. I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair.

"Talbott..." I hummed, letting her know I was listening.

"I like you," she said, kissing my cheek. I smiled and squeezed her tight.

"I like you too..."

#hphm #hphm mc #hphm talbott #hphm talbott winger #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #judith harris #hogwarts mystery talbott #talbott x mc #talbott x jacob's sibling #talbott winger #talbott winger x jacob's sibling #talbott winger x mc #jacob's sibling #jacob's sister #hufflepuff!mc #hufflepuff x ravenclaw #fluff

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kimberly-spirits13 · 5 years ago

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Bat Pranks and Gun Fights (Request)

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Synopsis: (Reader is like Deadpool) For a month you had been trying to prank Batman with your best friend Jason. The task was easier said than done but one night, you finally get the chance but halfway through the night, you get interrupted by a more serious matter.

Warnings: Language, mentions of getting shot but not anything graphic at all, also at the end there is some mention of some stronger pain killers that eventually cause the reader to fall asleep really quickly so if that bothers anyone just FYI it’s there

Word Count: 2502

As an antihero, you did what you saw right. You knew the law, you follow the law... mostly... but besides that, the point of your job is to find loopholes and ways to go about your business technically not breaking the law. Another added to that is that you also go around annoying those who are very precise about following the law as best they can. Take Batman for instance, one of the most terrifying and iconic heroes you knew, lived just outside your base city of New York. That’s where you and Jason worked most of the time if he wasn’t in Gotham anyways. The Batman was someone to be feared, someone to be honored. You on the other hand had heard the stories of what he had done to Jason and thought he was an old grumpy asshole that needed to be taught a lesson.

So, for the entire month that’s what you tried to do. All you were really doing was prank Batman in a harmless way so that you wouldn’t be thrown off a building but every time you got close, something happened. Now you were suiting up in your apartment ready for another night of crime fighting. Tonight was your night to prank the Batman. You were heading out to Gotham and meeting up with Jason for the bust. After a few minutes, you found yourself hopping onto your motorcycle and heading down the interstate down towards Gotham. __________________________________________

It seemed like no time had really passed by since you were on the interstate and now riding with Jason to where Bruce would be.

“So, any other plans tonight other than possibly being thrown off a building by the old man?” Jason asked.

“No, not really.” You replied on the headset of your helmet, “I’ve been tracking a group of people that are smuggling contraband into the US through the Hudson River. It’s weapons like guns and a shit ton of modified explosives.” “You know, the usual.”

Jason laughed some before making a sharp turn into an alley. You did the same, stopping behind his bike and putting the kickstand down. The important thing about keeping your bike in some random alley way was making sure no one could steal it. That was what your codes and finger print was for. That thing wasn’t moving but for only yours and one other person’s finger print ID. You hadn’t revealed who that other person was.

“So, what’s the plan?” He asked.

“I figure until he catches us, something simple like making his smoke shields go off randomly.” You answered shrugging.

“Oh come on, that would be lame.” Jason side eyed you, “The demon could do better.”

“Not if we did it in front of Gordon.” You smiled, a glint of mischief glazing over your eyes, “I mean just imagine the commissioner giving a rundown of some serious crime happening and suddenly Batman starts smoking from behind.” “The look on his face would be hilarious.”

“You’re not wrong.” Jason thought about it for a second, “Okay, until we get caught he escalate more and more in what we do. But for now, this sounds like it could be fun.”

You smiled at the look on Jason’s face. Whenever he took off his helmet, his hair would always swoosh over. You liked how it looked, just not really how it smelled when it got really sweaty. You always made a face when he did and sometimes would spray a flowery perfume that you got as a joke in his hair to improve on the smell. It’s not like he would do anything to you for it but maybe jokingly flip you off.

The two of you climbed up onto the building where Gordon and Batman typically meet. Lucky for you, tonight was a full moon as you liked to call it since you really couldn’t see the moon that well in Gotham with all of the pollution and possible rain clouds. A full moon here meant that the Bat-signal was up and running. There was something big going on somewhere and Batman had to be notified.

As you reached the top, you and Jason ducked behind a cover spot on the building closest to where Gordon was waiting.

“Move over, I’m in the open Hood!” You hissed nudging his side.

“I can’t move over or I’ll be open too.”

You huffed and looked at the height of what you were trying to hide behind.

“Fine then.” In order to solve this dilemma, you laid on top of Jason. You were both facing the same direction, you were just stacked. You laid your chin on his helmet some and smirked down at him. You couldn’t see the look on your face, but judging by his change in position, you could tell he wasn’t expecting that.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked.

“Fixing the issue. Anyways, why are you so tall? My feet hardly touch yours.”

Jason sighed, “Maybe it’s cause I’m not short like somebody here.”

“I’m not short!” You demanded, “You’re just a giant Jason.”

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Time passed and you two were getting tired of the pranks that were being played on the Bat. You were pretty positive he was tired of it too. You weren’t doing anything to get anyone killed, just to cause minor annoyances. It was funny to watch, but now your mind was drifting elsewhere. You wondered what Jason thought when you climbed onto him. It wasn’t like you were doing something to get anything started, you were just curious what he thought of you. You thought that maybe there was a chance that he possibly liked you back.

Your thoughts would have consumed you longer if you weren’t alerted by your tracker on the smugglers. At the sight of what you were seeing, your eyes widened. “I’ve gotta go.” You said jumping up from next to Jason.

“What is it?”

“The targets have almost reached the docks. If I go now, I can make it and stop them.”

“Do you even know what you’re walking into?” Jason asked.

“I have somewhat of an idea.” You lied a tiny bit knowing that there could be more than you originally planned, “I’ll be fine.”

“You’d better be.” He was quick to say, “Don’t go getting yourself killed tonight. Trust me when I say it isn’t fun.” “Yes, yes, I’ve got that part.” You rolled your eyes, “Anyways, I’ll call you when I’m done with this party.”

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Now you were at the docks. It was colder than you’d expected with the breeze coming in and reinforcements were waiting for the cargo load. You would have to strike fast for this to work. The one problem was you didn’t know how that would play out. Dropping from your hiding place, you crept up behind one of the guards on the outer rim of security. With a sword in hand, you took him out.

“Oops, didn’t see you there buddy.” You smirked some and moved onto the next one. It was an easy job so far. The security was terrible on the rims as you’d imagine and no one was raising any sort of alarm.

After finishing this part, you climbed back up to see that there were even more heavily armed men aboard the ship than you had ever anticipated.

“No big deal.” You mumbled, “Just like all the times before. Crack a few jokes, kill a few idiots, and at the end, blow some stuff up. It’s just what you do now a days.”

Time was ticking and the slot for best entry was getting smaller and smaller. You looked around once more and then dropped to the ground when the shipments were on the docks so that they couldn’t be moved after the boat caught flames from the devices you’d planted around it.

“Hey boys. I hope you don’t mind but, I saw you were having a moving in party and wanted to drop by and give a house warming gift. Well, then again, I guess catching the boat on fire wasn’t the best gift, but it certainly did the job well.” You smirked taking the approaching ones out and avoiding the flying bullets.

You only slowed down just a bit when one slightly grazed your arm, “Okay, who did that?” “This was a brand -new suit and I did not want it damaged tonight.” “God, who taught you manners? A fish?”

It was all running well again. The advisories were being taken out, weapons were being destroyed and... you looked up to see one of the crates of explosives. If you wanted to, you could light that baby up and let it do your job for you. The issue was making it out on time without any other survivors. You didn’t need any lose ends on this mission. There was a moment of pause before someone called out your name.

“Y/S/H/N, need any help?” You looked behind you to see Jason shooting at some guys.

“What are you doing here Hood?” You looked almost a little too shocked to see him, you really were a bit too shocked to see him.

“Got a bad feeling and figured you might need back up at some point. Not saying you’re not capable, just watching out.” He explained loading in another magazine.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You looked back up at the crate, “Say there is one thing you could do though.”

“And that is?”

“Cover me while I go take out whoever is hording that massive crate of explosives.”

You didn’t give him any time to protest on your actions. It was always unclear to you why he was so protective of you in those regards but no one else. It wasn’t like you were his significant other or something. That is, no matter how much you wanted to be.

“You had no business coming here tonight.” Some taller man said shooting at you.

“Neither did you but I guess we both found some.” You retorted firing back as well.

“If you’re here for information, you won’t ever get it.”

“Trust me buddy, I have all of the information I need.” “You’re not really a hard group to track.” Rolling your eyes, you shot the man in the arm, making him cry out in pain, “You’ll be fine, trust me.”

“Not if I detonate these.” He gave you a look like no other you’d really seen before.

Sometimes you’d meet people that had fairly evil motives. Other times it was just the run of the mill henchmen. But sometimes, like just on these missions, you’d come across a group or one singular person that was so dedicated to a cause or leader, they’d rather die themselves with what they were hiding than give it up. Those people were some of the scariest.

“Hood get out of here!” You said into the coms.

“What’s going on up there?”

“I’m about to try and stop this guy from taking the docks out.” You answered grimly knowing that this wouldn’t end well for either you nor the man in question.

“What are you crazy?” Jason yelled.

“maybe.”

You jumped over the crate to where the man was and shot him down before looking over at the count down. There wasn’t much time before it set off. You quickly started typing codes that you had picked up into the device. It wasn’t until after a few seconds that you noticed how close the time was getting. Sighing, you knew the only thing to do was leave. You turned around, not seeing the last remaining henchmen behind you and was shot in the side. The moment Jason registered what was going on, he shot the man who was now aiming at him and jumped onto the boat to grab you. That was when he noticed the spot on your arm as well as your bleeding side.

There were less than 10 seconds on the clock. Jason ran as fast as he could when the explosion went off. It sent him stumbling to the ground since he was a decent distance, that stumble didn’t help you though. You were sure you hadn’t been hit anywhere super important, it just hurt, a lot.

“Come on Y/N/N, stay with me.” He went to your bike which was the only one there since he zeta beamed to New York.

He was in too much of a rush to remember that your bike needed finger print ID to start going. With you straddling him so he could make sure you didn’t fall off, he cursed under his breath.

“I know you’re not going to like this, but I need you to get the bike going.” He said to you.

“You can do it.” You groaned.

“No, I need your ID fo-“ He stopped when you cut him off.

“I told you, you can do it.”

That was when he realized what you meant and started up the bike himself with his own ID. He smiled at the gesture. Maybe you really did trust him enough. Maybe you actually felt the same about him as he did you.

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High on pain killers you sat on your bathtub ledge getting stitches from Jason while draped over him for support. He was pretty sure you would either start ranting about something extremely random that he might be able to use for blackmail, or you’d start snoring. Either one was fine to him as long as you didn’t stop breathing. That was when there would be issues.

“Jaybird, you know I really like you right?” You asked making his cheeks heat up.

“I didn’t know that.” He had to clear his throat.

“Yeah, I’ve always thought you looked really nice. Then I got to know you and now you’re even better.”

“Well what if I told you I liked you a lot too?” Jason asked smiling at what you had said.

You sat up and looked at him quickly, “Really?”

“Yes, and don’t rip out your stitches. I don’t want to put them back in.”

“Well if you really liked me, you’d kiss me like what they do in the movies.” You smirked some at Jason.

“What kind of movies have you been watching recently.” He scrunched up his nose faking a look of disgust.

“Jason Peter Todd, I mean it.”

Jason gave your stiches a once over before pulling you into a kiss. You could feel him smiling into the kiss before pulling away.

“What else do they do in movies?” He asked.

There was no response.

“Y/N? ...Doll?” Jason looked down to see you asleep sitting up, whatever Alfred had recommended, it worked because you were out like a light.

He laughed and carried you into your room, tucking you in. He went to go sleep in the living room but stopped when your hand didn’t let go of his. Jason sighed holding in a chuckle before changing into his own night clothes and climbing in next to you.

I hope you guys liked this one. I know it’s a bit longer but I really liked the request and things just kept coming to mind of what to add to it. I’ve got something big coming for a fic unless I scrap it. It’ll be long and Idk when I’ll finish it, but you’ll know when it gets here. Anyways, I hope you’re all having a wonderful day and week and continue to have a great one. Stay safe and healthy and make sure to take care of yourself when you need it.

#batfam x reader #batboys x reader #batfam #dc comics #dc x reader #dc characters #jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood #red hood x y/n #red hood x you

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arewelonely · 5 years ago

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happi calm marauder night at hogwarts; warm jily fluff <3

(I do call a cigarette a fag here, simply bc that’s colloquial british english for marauder era, so just fyi <3)

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“Yeah, sure, and what would I do instead? Be all prim ‘n proper ‘n hold Moony’s bookbag for him?”

“Oh, psh,” Remus flipped him off. “She’s just suggesting be kinder to the professors…”

“Thank you,” Lily inclined her head in his direction. “They don’t deserve random fart bombs in the middle of their lessons!”

Remus smirked. “It was funny though.”

Sirius beamed at him and jostled him a bit in his lap, “Yes, it really was. And Prongs, you had the best aim–”

“What?” Lily leaned forward in her chair to get her face in James’ line of vision, pushing his arm down after he flung a pillow in the boys’ direction. Her fingers curled into his sweater. “You were–”

He leaned his head back, swallowed a smirk, and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, fuck. You all suck.” She curled back up, sitting against pillows with her legs flung over the arm of her oversized chair, just close enough to James’ couch that she could poke his shoulder with her socked feet if she wanted.

He went back to tossing the Quaffle up and down, the sound meshing with the crackles from the fire and Remus’ rhythmic turning of book pages.

“Where’s Peter?”

“Off with Dorcas,” Sirius said, his eyes beginning a roll, “I don’t think she enjoys our… debauchery. Hey, Prongs, pass it.”

James’ arms lifted to throw the ball and Lily watched as Sirius reached forward to catch, making Remus curl forward in his lap with his movement.

“Humph,” he grumbled, and Sirius grinned and threw it back with one hand, the other dipping under Remus’ sweater on to his stomach.

Lily pressed her lips together in a smile as James caught the Quaffle and looked over his shoulder to roll his eyes at her… Sirius often thought his attempts to undress Remus in public were subtle.

“Can’t imagine what she doesn’t want to see,” Lily drawled, waiting for Sirius to meet her eyes.

“Who?” His nose was buried in Remus’ neck.

“Dorcas.”

Sirius lifted his eyes to shoot a glare in her direction and James stifled a laugh. The night passed softly, with more banter between the boys and Lily scratching for a bit on parchment to get homework out of the way and, at one point, a rowdy group of second-years practically flinging themselves through the portrait hole, crackles of practical jokes fizzing in the air next to them, and in desperate need of shushing. James grinned at her, his stomach shaking with silent laughs, when Lily returned to her seat, her face a bit flushed but the common room much quieter with only the students peacefully studying left.

“Hey, they were us!” Sirius looked over to the young group fondly. “They didn’t need any chastising, look how much fun they were having…” His eyes became hazy, perhaps reminiscing on the days when they, too, were in desperate need of shushing and, in fact–

“Yeah, and she reacted exactly the same way then as well,” James said. He glanced over at her, shifting his position so one of his arms dangled over the back of the couch, the hint of something in his smile. “Get you a bit riled up there, Evans, eh?”

“No,” she huffed, lifting her chin, “I’m fine.”

“Mhm, sure, you’re perfectly calm.”

There was definitely something behind the dimple now, and Lily furrowed her eyebrows, searching his face. “Oh, no.”

“What?”

“You would do that shit to get my reaction?”

“What shit?”

Oh, fuck James Potter. His stupid fake oblivious face, the eyebrows high on his forehead, his dimples twitching every other breath because he was so pleased with himself, that little tap he always did on the bridge of his glasses, like a fucking pat on the back.

“Hey, don’t say it was all Prongsy there, we were instrumental,” Sirius said, pulling her attention away briefly.

“Yeah, as a body, sure,” Remus said, putting his book down. He tilted his head to glance up at Sirius, “but James and I are the masterminds, eh, Prongs?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and cuffed him gently on the ear, while James eagerly agreed, his eyes still twinkling at Lily, who took a deep, embarrassingly shaky breath at how wide his smile was.

“No, Wormy and I are just as much–hey, Wormtail! Come-‘ere! We’ve got a prick on our hands...”

But Lily was focused on James, and on his eyes, as they jumped from hers to her lips and oh, that boy, he was staring at her chest now, and back up…

“I like when you get riled,” he said softly, and she shook her head, smiling, at him. “Hey, Pete, how’s Dorcas doing?”

Lily watched him for a bit as he feigned indifference to her stare, chatting with his boys. She attempted to pick her homework back up, but found she could no longer concentrate, too invested in Peter’s stories and the easy way in which they all relaxed with each other, Peter now sprawled out on James’ couch, his legs in her boyfriend’s lap.

“Hey, Moony, you’ve got a fun fag on you?” Peter raised his eyebrows a few times.

“In the room, yeah.”

“You fancy it?”

“Hm, yeah, why not. Pads?” Remus swung out of Sirius’ lap, picking up his pile of books and rolls of parchment.

“Yeah, sure. You all coming, or?” Sirius gestured towards James and Lily. He quickly pivoted, though, to grab the book that was dropping from Remus’ overflowing arms, then poked him in the back with it.

James glanced over at Lily and amusement flashed across his face before he declined, waving them off and scanning the now empty room. Remus and Peter’s chatter faded as they ascended the stairs, and with one last whoop! from Sirius, all was silent. James stared at her for a second, then got off the couch and placed her homework on the ground, filling her hands with his own and crouching himself over her.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey,” he ducked his head into her neck and pressed a series of quick kisses there.

“You like when I get riled up,” she stated.

“Yes,” he nodded seriously.

“You’re obnoxious.” She curled her fingers into his collar and pulled him closer.

“You’re beautiful, Evans, and uncontained, and not thinking before you speak, and free,” James said. “I love seeing that.”

And oh, what was she supposed to say to that? “Thank you” didn’t really seem like enough, not when this boy was telling her that he actually got her, and had understood her longer than she had previously thought, but she tried to murmur it anyway and push their lips together, her finger dancing on his cheek and jawline and the other hand tangling in his hair.

The rim of his glasses was cold on her cheek and her nose, but the skin under his shirt on his back was warm, and so were his hands spread out on her stomach and slipping under the straps of her bra on her shoulders to be able to pull her closer.

“Hey, wait,” he pulled back suddenly, and Lily frowned and kept her fingers on his jawline, not letting him get too far away. “I mean, I know that you do sometimes get riled up and whatnot, but you don’t mind being with us, do you? Like how Dorcas doesn’t really…”

Lily was shaking her head before he even finished, “oh, no, no, I like you all. I like your energy; you’re my friends,” she clutched him closer at this last word. “You lot can be a bit much sometimes, but I like it, I like you guys, and you listen to me if you’re going too far.”

“We do try,” James said.

“Well, I mean, there isn’t much I can do about it when you’re chucking fucking dungbombs on the spur of the moment–”

“Hey, now, this was a very well planned dungbomb chucking,” James said, his eyes going serious in spite of himself, “we made sure to get the perfect timing–”

“To chuck it at a professor–”

James sat back a little bit more at this, his hands pulling out of her shirt to rest at her hips, “a professor who is an arsehole to the muggleborn students.” He stared at her. “A professor who doesn’t teach fairly.”

Lily’s lips parted and she wet them briefly. “What?”

James nodded, his mouth closing. He leaned back even more, his eyebrows knotted up. “Listen, I know you don’t like me fighting your battles, but, Lily, I had to do something–”

She reached out and clutched him around the back and neck, her grip fierce and her inhale deep and annoyingly shaky again, but it really wasn’t her fault when he just had to be so fucking kind and wellmeaning all the time.

He kissed her neck and then her cheek and then paused in front of her face. “It’s okay?”

“I know you can’t live with yourself if you don’t do anything,” she huffed out a laugh and gave him a wry smile. “And dungbombs are pretty good as far as fighting back goes.”

James grinned and pressed his hands to her cheeks, kissing her breathless and “I threw them so well, Lily, you’ve got no idea” and his hands were everywhere and his hair was so good to tug his mouth back to hers from her neck and oh damn his tongue was sweeping against her own and then his hand found her hand and they linked together, pressing in between their bodies, her other hand happily at home on his jawline and his leaning against the back of the armchair to hold himself up. He bit her lip and she sighed, his hand gripping hers more tightly because he knew she liked that, and he pulled back, smile so wide and she shook her head.

“You’re too nice.”

“Hm.”

“You are,” she insisted, one of her hands back under his sweater and pressing into his skin.

He leaned down to her neck again and she inhaled, leaning back and undoing their hand-hold so she could grip his shoulder. James picked his head back up again and stopped in front of her face.

“You’re lovely,” he told her.

“Hm,” she said.

“You are.”

#jily #jily fic #jily fluff #lily x james #james x lily #hp #harry potter #writing #gn mes amours

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tsipasce · 4 years ago

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Same Difference, Ch.09

A/N: FYI, this part gets a bit violent. No domestic abuse or anything like that, just a good ol’ fashioned fight scene. Anybutts, hope y'all enjoy~

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08

AO3 | Fanfic

Nanami began walking down the now-familiar, winding hallways from her tea break to return to the lab. She wasn’t ready to examine the feelings she’d had after her spat with Overhaul, especially the ones that caused her such sadness at the thought of not seeing him again. In the back of her mind, she knew whatever she was feeling could simply be the result of successful manipulation on his part, but it didn’t change the relief she felt knowing they’d continue working together. Hoping to push away the thoughts before facing him again, she decided to focus on her efforts to find a suitable class for self-defense. Sure, Hitomi had a point in that it would at the very least be a confidence booster, but Nanami felt like she needed more.

I know Kurono said it was a cheap shot in a 1 vs. 30 battle royale, but still. * BANG* If Overhaul, ~*killer extraordinaire*~ can get injured like that, * BANG* I might as well be a sitting duck. Nanami concluded, remembering that she had involved herself in a world much more dangerous than she wanted to acknowledge. But where in the world am I gonna find * BANG* a class that’ll * BANG, BANG* teach me how to survive a fight to * BANG* the * BANG, BANG* death? * BANG, BANG, BANG* Ok, what the hell is making all that noise? Nanami thought now annoyed at whatever had been interrupting her train of thought.

Following the sound, she found the source of the noise: a very large man beating a block of concrete in the training room as though his life depended on it. She watched for a moment in amazement as his fists covered in heavy, metal gauntlets wore down one block of concrete after the next, ignoring the traditional workout equipment. He stopped for a beat, sensing her watching him from the doorway.

“Hey, doc. What brings you here?”

“Hi Rappa, it’s nothing, just heard a lot of commotion and wanted to make sure everything was alright. Don’t mind me!”

Shrugging, he continued training, now moving to weightlifting. Man, this is nothing like the classes I sat in on. I wonder what kind of training you’d have to get to be this proficient… I wish I could… Oh, duh. Nanami thought at the epiphany.

“Hey, Rappa, can I ask you a question?” Nanami asked, with a plan already in mind.

“Who’s gonna stop you?”

“True. Have you ever tried teaching anyone?”

“A couple times, but most don’t last too long. They lack the warrior spirit.”

“So… if someone did have this ‘warrior spirit’, you’d consider taking them on, right?”

“It would be a dream come true, to trade blows with another man, hellbent on victory! They’d have to prove their mettle, but nothing would bring me more joy!” He exclaimed and she could tell he was already daydreaming about the next fight.

“Well, what if there was a person that was hellbent on victory and had a true warrior spirit... but they were a woman. Would you train them?”

“Impossible.” He responded immediately.

“What makes you say that?” Nanami queried, a bit miffed at how sure of his answer he was.

“They don’t have it in their nature. Besides, we yakuza have a code of chivalry. I could never fight a broad.”

“Even if said broad could kick your ass?” Now she was pissed.

He laughed heartily, “The day I meet a woman like that, will be the same day Mimic can keep his mouth shut for more than 5 seconds. Or when hell freezes over, whichever comes first.”

“Well get ready for 5 seconds of bliss and Satan in some long johns because that woman is here.” Nanami said with a renewed sense of resolve.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll talk to you later, Rappa.”

“Uh… Ok, see ya later, doc.”

On the remainder of the walk back, Nanami practiced her proposal in her head. She knew it might be a hard sell, but she was determined. Bursting through the door, she saw Overhaul focused on his laptop, going through some data sheets. Aw, he looks so peaceful—no, snap out of it. Back on task. Nanami chastised herself, though she was happy knowing she’d be able to see him like this regularly since they’d done their version of making up earlier. Focusing on the task at hand, she spoke confidently,” Overhaul, I need to borrow one of your bullets.”

“Who do you need taken care of?” he turned to her, a serious look in his eyes.

“Wait what?”

“What?”

They exchanged looks of equal confusion, before realizing what the other meant. “Oh no, no, no—I don’t need anyone ‘taken care of’, I want to take care of them myself—but not like that…”

“It would be clearer if you referred to them as the Eight Bullets or Eight Precepts of Death in the future.”

“Oh, yeah that sounds way cooler.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“Tch. Of course, it does.” He said turning and she could tell he was grateful in his own way of the compliment. “What do you need them for?”

“I don’t need all of them, just Rappa. And I want... no, I need him to train me.”

“Why do you need him to train you? It’s you and I who share the same quirk…” He trailed off at the last part.

“Oh, don’t be jealous, it’s just that I... I want to learn hand-to hand combat. I want to protect myself. I need to. You were right earlier when you said I’ve entered a world that prioritizes violence. It’s not that I want to prioritize it myself, but I know it would be naïve of me to be unprepared.” She replied resolutely.

“Of course, I was right.”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“However, I fail to see how this benefits me. Technically speaking, you have yet to rectify the power imbalance between us; you being able to completely negate my attacks is… problematic. Making you stronger would border on foolishness on my part.”

“So, you plan on attacking me in the future?”

“No, but the point still stands and the question remains: what do I have to gain from this?”

Nanami’s resolve did not waiver. She had the answer to this one, “An ally.”

His eyes narrowed at her, almost cautioning her to use her words wisely, but he continued to listen, pushing his laptop to the side. “Go on.”

“I wouldn’t serve you or be an accomplice, nor conspirator to any crimes. However, I will not plot against you, attack you without proper provocation, and if you’re in a bind like tonight, I will be there. In addition to this… I’ll tell you how I was able to negate your attack. It’s still a working theory, but I’d be willing to share and practice it with you until it’s fully proven. I can teach you, but only after Rappa has trained me and you teach me a defensive move using Overhaul. This way, we will be equal, for the most part.”

He stared at her searchingly, considering her proposal. After letting her squirm for a bit in suspense, he responded,” It cannot interfere with our organization’s daily dealings or our work in the lab.”

“Of course.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

“Also, could you talk to Rappa for me? You know the whole chivalry thing…” She trailed off hoping he would catch her drift.

“You’re just full of requests today.” He said, slightly annoyed as she raised her brows waiting for an answer, “He will comply. You may have to prove yourself, but he will comply.”

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It was decided that Nanami would be tested by Rappa a week from the day. If she wasn’t sure about the nature of the test, it was certainly made clear when Rappa explained in a way only he could:

“I’ll take it easy since you’re a woman. If you can make me surrender, I’ll teach you.”

Such a generous soul~ Nanami mused to herself after pushing through the fourth lap. She didn’t expect to become a prize fighter in a week, but not getting winded just by going up the stairs at work was a good start. She’d kept somewhat in shape and had grown up doing club sports in school, but nothing she could think of that would constitute a “warrior spirit”. Looks like we’re gonna have to get creative with this…

Checking her watch, she realized she had just enough time to make an important call before her next appointment. “Hey Miki, how’ve you been?... That’s awesome, I’m doing alright myself… Hm? No, no we’re still on for dinner Thursday, I just had a favor to ask… Could I join you for some freerunning this week?... Nevermind why I’m breathing so heavy! Can I come? ...Thank you, Thank you, Thank you—I’ll see you at the station by your place. Bye!” The phone clicked.

She wouldn’t become a master in a week—maybe not even an intermediate level fighter—but at least she could have a sliver of a chance at winning Rappa over. With her plan coming together, she pushed for another lap, a little more confidence in her step than before.

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A week came and went, now Nanami stood in front of her closet, unsure of what to wear.

“What do you usually wear to a fight anyway…” She pondered, remembering what every fighting person she knew wore on a regular basis. Rappa wore jeans and a t-shirt, “If I can’t sleep in jeans, how the hell am I supposed to fight in them? Next.” Overhaul wore business attire, “The man’s an enigma, not even realistic to compare wardrobe choices there…Wait.” Nanami had an epiphany. Her fighting style, if she could call it that yet, wasn’t much like either of theirs from what she knew. Deciding it would be smartest to wear what she’d been training in that week of preparation, she got changed and hurried over.

Rushing her park job, she sat in her car for a beat, trying to catch her breath. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been a nervous wreck anticipating her “trial by fire” today. Even with a plan, it would be hard to predict how she’d react in the moment when her safety was on the line. After rejecting her quirk and consequently, her body, for such a long time, it seemed like an impossible task to lean on it completely, to trust it, but what choice do I have? Nanami asked herself with equal measures of resignation and resolve. Deciding it was do or di—nope, gotta use a better phrase. We are not speaking the possibility of death into existence. Not today. Deciding it was now or never, Nanami took a deep breath, centering herself as she worked up the nerve to exit her car and march to the base and down to the training room.

Stopping in front of the entrance, she exhaled deeply once again, pushing the large door open. Upon opening it, she saw Rappa rotating his shoulders and stretching his arms. She gulped heavily, remembering his quirk, Strongarm, would soon be used on her. Focusing on her opponent, she hadn’t noticed someone else standing in the corner by the door.

“If you focus any harder, you’ll pop a blood vessel.” Said a familiar voice, startling her from her thoughts.

She put a hand to her chest, trying to calm down, “Oh my gosh you scared the shit out of me… and leave me alone. Everyone has their own way of preparing, I’m just… figuring mine out.”

“That and your sparring attire.” Overhaul responded too quickly for her liking, giving her a once over.

Defensively pulling her tracksuit closed, she gave him a look,” Did you come to roast me or root for me?”

“Neither. I am merely here to supervise. Whether you win or not is none of my concern.”

“Aaaand this is why I didn’t ask you to train me. If you need me, I’ll be stretching over there, ref.”

Nanami rolled her eyes, making her way to what she figured would be her side of the arena. The training room was large with two sections; one part took up a third of the room, hosting a myriad of traditional gym equipment and weights. The other part which was the arena, took up the remaining two thirds and was outlined on the floor in white with room on the sidelines for observers …and sassy referees. Nanami thought, remembering his dig from earlier.

Removing her tracksuit, she donned black leggings and a matching, sleeveless workout top. It was sleek and formfitting, maximizing her range of mobility. After she completed a couple toe touches, lunges and back stretches, Rappa took a step forward into the ring, “Alright, you know the rules! I’m making it easy on you by only asking for a surrender, but I won’t hold back.”

“I wouldn’t want you too. Let’s do this.” Nanami said, her game face on and her voice confident in an effort to override the doubts she had in her head.

“Now that’s the spirit! Come at me, doc!”

Getting into a stance, Nanami made a B-line towards Rappa, sprinting at full speed. He braced himself in a defensive stance, ready to attack when she came within striking distance. He was wearing his mask, but she could feel how serious the mood of the room had gotten. Just stick to the plan, it’ll all be ok, she said, steeling herself from further doubt. Focusing, she saw the second he was readying himself to take his first swing. Just then, she slid and dodged, slapping her hand firmly on the ground as she slid, sending a ripple in the direction she was headed, a pillar forming. She then slid past the new structure, extended her arms, and grabbed onto the pillar to swing herself back in his direction at full force. Keeping both her feet together she surprised him, landing a solid kick to the face. She followed through as he staggered, and she landed, rolling to minimize the impact. Before she could appreciate the look of surprise on Overhaul’s face, Rappa had recovered. Her refresher course on parkour with Miki had paid off and she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“Now that was good. Give me more!” He exclaimed, punching the ground, barely missing her head as she dodged. Nanami had been fast, but Rappa was much more agile than he looked. She’d done some research on his quirk, but no amount of reading could have prepared her for the reality of it. Though it probably wouldn’t have seemed threatening if it had belonged to someone else, it suited him perfectly. He didn’t just have a quirk, he had a set of skills and used it to amplify them. Even without the added power, he was a force to be reckoned with.

Before she had the chance to think too much, he struck again and again, dodging becoming more difficult with each blow. Deciding to act, she erected more pillars.

“Putting up a wall for protection won’t gain you a surrender—come and fight me!” He warned, charging towards her.

“Who said these were for my protection?” Nanami responded as she ran. She launched herself to gain enough momentum, bouncing between the pillars, she managed to land a punch to his side, just beneath his ribs, earning her a grunt. Now more confident, she went in for a second attack, this time she was going to aim for his chin, hoping to knock him out. In this movement, her lack of combat training caused her to make a grave error: she was wide open. By the time she saw Rappa winding up for an uppercut, it was too late to react. He landed a solid blow to her abdomen before grabbing her like a ragdoll, tossing her clear across the room and into the wall on the opposite side of the arena. Her back hit the wall with a thud, and she gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of her. She was certain she’d broken a rib or two. She fell on all fours, heaving as she grasped at the broken parts of her rib cage. She coughed up blood, accepting the consequences of being hit in real combat. When she expelled more of the red liquid from her mouth, she could’ve sworn she saw Overhaul reflexively lunge towards her. Without thinking she raised a hand motioning him to stop whatever he planned on doing, the other still clutching her side. Looking over to him, her expression must have relayed her determination. He took a step back, his face expressionless once again.

Reaching under her shirt to the affected area, she felt for a moment and healed herself, the sound of bones cracking back into place echoing throughout the room. She rose again, steadying herself as she took up her stance once again, “I’m not done yet.” Nanami gritted.

His mask was now ripped from her previous blows she could see a large smile forming. “Now that’s the look I want to see. IF YOU WANT VICTORY, COME AND TAKE IT WITH YOUR FISTS!”

Nanami charged forward, landing some solid blows as using her ability to manipulate the arena to her advantage. Though she’d used her quirk on their surroundings, she’d yet to use it on her opponent directly. Deep down, she was still too afraid to use it in that way. The only “fight” she’d ever used it against someone was when Overhaul and her first met, but really it was just a means to escape. Even in the face of danger, she found herself more afraid of losing control like she had all those years ago. As she hesitated, Rappa landed another solid blow, this time to her shoulder, dislocating it. She managed to stifle a scream of pain, but she knew this was bad. Before she had time to heal, he was charging towards her once again. She had enough mobility to dodge some of his blows, but not all of them. She couldn’t heal herself quickly enough to keep up with his attacks. He landed another to her ribs, a fist to her back and a knee to her abdomen. Rappa was enjoying himself and she was becoming less and less sure that he remembered this was a duel to a surrender and not to the death.

Completely forgetting where she was in her panic, an immense sense of danger crashed over her, the adrenaline taking over giving her tunnel vision. Judging by how he wound up, the next blow could have certainly killed her. She braced for impact, no longer thinking strategy and then… nothing. All she felt was the gust of wind that came from his fist stopping near her face and his breath on the back of her hand. Focusing her vision, she realized she had her finger pointed, mere inches from his neck and Rappa was frozen in his place, careful not to even clear his throat. Nanami hadn’t realized it, but her eyes were almost black and her face that of a cornered animal. She would have obliterated him had he not stopped short, an experience he wasn’t quick to relive a sixth time.

A smile slowly crept back across his face and Nanami was snapped out of her trance by the sound of jovial laughter. “I surrender, doc. THAT WAS GREAT! The look on your face right now, it’s perfect! I’ll see ya Thursday for training.” He boomed before shaking her hand that was aimed to kill him mere seconds ago. “I gotta make my rounds, but I’m looking forward to working with ya, doc. You’re one tough broad!” He said as he continued laughing to himself, exiting the room.

This whole place is just a dozen different flavors of crazy… I almost killed him, Nanami thought to herself, happy to have passed his trial, but terrified at the possibility of repeating “the incident”. Losing control scared her more than anything, but deep down she knew in order to master her quirk, she would have to take the risk and use it first. One step at a time, Nanami reassured herself, quelling the effects of the traumatic memories. In reality, she knew whatever training he could give her would far surpass any of the self-defense classes she was going to settle for before. She wasn’t just going to be confident; she was going to be prepared. Just as she was riding the waves of her victory, the adrenaline began to wear off and the pain came washed over her like a tsunami. It left her breathless for a moment and all she wanted was to cry out but couldn’t as she felt one of her ribs pushing into her lung. Now laying on her back, she focused on moving the arm that wasn’t dislocated to her side, repairing her ribs and internal organs.

As she sat up to kneel on the floor and heal her shoulder, she heard footsteps coming towards her. “You’re going to have to get quicker at recovering if you plan on standing a chance the next time.” He said, looking down at her exhausted form still seated on the floor.

“I know.” Nanami sighed, reflecting on her sluggish reflexes with a bit of disappointment.

He stood in place, examining her for a beat. Suddenly something white entered her line of sight. Lifting her gaze, she saw his gloved hand extended to help her up, though his face was turned away. Quickly brushing off her surprise at his gesture, she patted her palms on her sides, before clasping his hand. He lifted her up with ease, and had she not already tempted death once today, she would have jokingly asked for a piggyback ride. Now standing close, their hands remained clasped between them longer than she expected. Craning her neck to make eye contact, she could tell he was thinking, his gaze unwavering with an emotion she couldn’t name. Just as she was about to get lost in those golden eyes, he spoke “You smell terrible.”

Ah. The ~emotion~ was in fact just stank face. Should’ve known he’d say something like that... She thought as her face dropped into one of exasperation.

“That, my very rude friend, is the smell of victory, so take a big whiff.” She retorted, moving past him, flipping her hair as she sashayed over to her bag to collect her things.

“Still wreaks… however, your performance was impressive, for an amateur.” The last part added as though it would break the very laws of nature itself to award a compliment without a catch. “See you tomorrow.” He remarked, leaving the room.

Her back was still turned as she zipped her bag, trying her best to hide the small smile that rested on her now proud face. “See you tomorrow.”

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‘someday, someday’ :: tumblr edition, #20

Harry

For a brief moment I looked up across the space in front of me—beautiful Royal Albert Hall. The house lights were up and the stage empty and still. I was aware of the chilled air, the distinct smell of upholstered seats and comfortingly stagnant air took me back to all the times I stood in an empty venue the day of a show and just let myself be overwhelmed by the space.

My eyes dropped back to the program in my lap, cracked and folded open on the most precious few paragraphs I'd read in years.

There was so much I hadn't known about her.

… the youngest female horn player in the orchestra’s hundred year history …

… the youngest player to be invited to join the Blackpool Symphony Orchestra …

… finalist for the BBC Young Musician of the Year … winning the following year …

… Protégé of Maestro Vincent Ward …

“Holy shit,” I breathed aloud after my second read through, rubbing my hand over my chin as I scanned the whole page again. Nina was in the middle of the page, below her section lead, listed as Co Principal Trumpet. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

The headshot beside Nina’s paragraph was beautiful—it captured her pretty eyes and was lit in a way that gave her mystery and soulfulness—but I was more impressed by the biography written in the program. I felt as though I needed a few moments to process each line. It was like meeting her for the first time all over again, and it was hard to attach the young woman I was reading about onto the Nina I knew when it seemed she was constantly underselling herself.

I'd never considered before just how humble Nina was, which was more a reflection on my not fully grasping the scope of her musicality than on Nina's attitude. Still, I was sure if I had been privy to the level of talent she was Nina would have still behaved the same way.

"I think Harry's going to cry," Max leaned forward and hitched his elbow on the armrest between us to look at Rodger on my other side, "He's read Nina's bio about a hundred times."

"I thought I heard sniffing," Rodger smirked, keeping his eyes ahead.

I looked between them both, "Would it really have killed either of you to sit me down at some point and just say 'FYI Harry, Nina's legitimately a genius.' I don't even know what half of these words mean but she’s amazing," I waved the program in front of Rodger's face.

He turned to looked at me, “Gifted,” Rodger corrected, “Nina's not just a genius. She's gifted. And it all means that Nina's way out of your league."

I rolled my eyes and hunched a little in my seat, "Thanks, mate."

"I'm teasing," Rodger said more gently. "Nina hated writing that. She might have even been a little bit serious when she said joining the orchestra wasn't worth feeling like such a twat, so I ended up writing it for her."

I smiled, imaging Nina having to write about herself in third person, "I can imagine. But she should be proud."

"That's what I told her," He said.

I scanned down the words again, "I didn't realised she went to Cambridge when she was sixteen. That's so young."

"They would have taken her sooner," Rodger supplied, "Richard was insistent she finish school with her mates first."

Nina's dad was also a discovery, she had definitely played down his status—whether deliberately or not I wasn't sure, although I was inclined to think it wasn't calculated. Nina spoke about her parents as parents, and she had only ever given details of Richard's job in terms of her family traveling around and living abroad depending on where he was working. I should have pieced together that he was significantly accomplished.

Reading the brief line about Richard certainly explained the Grand Tier seats we were ushered into and why he seemed to be stopped by half a dozen people in the foyer. Especially when I had only noticed one lingering glance aimed at me.

Richard was now standing next to his seat two rows above where Rodger, Max and I were seated, shaking the hand of a man who seemed to have a lot to say to him. I wasn't exactly sure what the title of 'Maestro' next to Richard’s name meant in classical music circles, but I knew enough to know the Italian label would be linked to some kind of prestige I'm sure was hard earned.

Something ugly balled in my stomach and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Bree's father had weighed heavily on my brief relationship with her. In hindsight (and a little bit at the time as well) starting anything with the daughter of a record label executive had been unwise. Bree knew how to throw her father's name around and despite seeing the sinister side to it, the calculating and manipulative, I hadn't the good sense to avoid or stop myself being put in the situation I should never have been in. Even more stupidly, I was only ever halfway in the relationship—one foot out the door, or on the plane back to England—because while I liked her enough to physically be with her, I wasn't interested in anything more. All the while, I knew for Bree it was mainly about who I was and what it did to her ego to be seen with me. She was very in that world.

Nina wasn't from a world anywhere close to that, but I was certainly discovering a new world that she definitely was a part of. Everything outside of the actual music made Nina uncomfortable though, that much I knew. She was acutely aware of what was expected of her and I thought it was a credit to her for the way she fought against it to try to sort out what she actually wanted.

Gifted.

Nobody had quite let on how talented Nina was. I’d even been to a performance before, but that was only a few weeks into her joining the orchestra and so to now see her featured in the program as a soloist with her credentials clearly laid out I was coming to see how much my assumptions had undersold Nina. To have proved herself to the conductor and her seniors to such a degree in such a short space of time was remarkable in itself.

“Now you see why everyone lost their minds a bit at her quitting,” Rodger said quietly, pulling me out of my thoughts, “Whatever happened at Cambridge with that fucker sucked all this out of her,” He gestured to the room, “She’s brilliant, Harry. Brilliant. You don’t even know the half of it.”

“I think I’m beginning to,” I said slowly, my eyes flicking back to the photo in my lap.

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I hadn't been so enthralled by music in a long time.

It reminded me of the night of our first date when Nina and I went to see Les Miserables on the West End. I spent that night engulfed in music that hadn't previously moved me but suddenly with Nina did. I'd spent a good portion of that night watching Nina over what else was happening which was half of the magic. I would never have thought making a girl cry on a date could be a wonderful thing, but her emotional reaction had brought out one in me as well.

In Royal Albert Hall, my eyes were glued to her from the moment the lights came up on stage to reveal the orchestra and the conductor was introduced. I spotted her easily, standing in a back row on a riser with two other horn players. The first few pieces I watched her, hearing exactly where her part sat from seeing when she had her instruments to her lips and when she lowered it again.

I felt nerves like I've never felt before when she was introduced and started making her way to the from to the orchestra for the first song she was the soloist on. Her conductor introduced her as a “richly talented multi-instrumentalist” with “remarkable musical instincts”. I watched her while he spoke, she ducked her head but then graciously smiled at the audience, accepting the praise. I was surprised to see she stood with nothing in front of her—no music stand or sheet music.

I instantly readjusted myself in my seat and sat forward when I got a proper view of her. I hadn’t seen Nina today yet, and she had managed to skip over what she was wearing for the performance every time it had come up in conversation. She described it to me as floor length and boring, black and completely over the top. I squinted, annoyed she was so far away and craving seeing more.

It was floor length, with full lace sleeves but the dress was far from modest. It clung to her silhouette, mapping her curves perfectly with a low cut on her chest. What had me biting my lip painfully was the sinful split that went halfway up her thigh, showing off her legs and making the dress not at all boring and incredibly sexy. Desire for her burned, as if witnessing her talent alone wasn't going to be torture enough. My mind wandered back to having her up on my kitchen bench a week ago, my waist slotted neatly between the legs I was now trying unsuccessfully not to dwell on.

Nina’s performance was incredible, it started slowly and built. Nina commanded the attention of everyone and the melody was so beautiful and gentle my heart hurt with emotion. The sound from her instrument filled the room and witnessing the Royal Albert Hall alight with applause for her at the end of the song was overwhelming. I looked around Nina's friends and loved ones—everyone had tears in their eyes or were dabbing at their cheeks. Georgie couldn't seem to stop a very un-classical music whoop out, laughing at herself when it drew the attention of a few of the other audience members. Both Nina's parents had tears streaming down their faces, hands clung together.

After the second song Nina stood as the soloist, I clapped until my hands hurt and shook my head to myself in disbelief. Hearing a whole orchestra pushing her playing along, but feeling the tension in the fact that really she was leading them. The conductor was constantly glancing her way to make sure he directed the other players in order to showcase Nina's talent as best he could.

Nina's passion and talent was so attractive and it lit her up from the inside out. I was so proud to know her, even prouder to see that strength and power was inside her when I also knew some of the battles and struggles she faced.

There wasn't an inch of doubt in her performance, her shoulders squared and she was unwavering in her control of the notes she produced. Nina was a young woman capturing the entire Royal Albert Hall with her gift and I watched her gain the admiration and respect of them all.

I was baffled by the thought that I'd so seemingly just waltzed upon her in my life. I was initially so inexplicably drawn to Nina and had thought it was because she felt normal—she represented a kind of life and person that I'd come to appreciate the value in over the years. I was so used to people behaving strangely around me due to my public image that I had selfishly assumed she was intimidated by it.

Those initial few times I'd spent time with her she seemed to do everything in her power to not be the focus. There had been something about her that I was so captivated by though, and everything I'd learned about her since only served to intensify that feeling and reassure me that my gut feeling that knowing Nina would be special was worth it.

And now to have been completely humbled by how much more special she was than I had first though. Nina wasn’t normal at all—not by a long stretch.

My feelings for her were on fire and I just wanted to have her in front of me so I could tell her how brilliant and dazzling and remarkable she was.

+++

The foyer was full to the brim with friends and family of the orchestra, all waiting with excitement for their loved one to appear from the door. The room was buzzing happily, and every few minutes another group of the musicians would exit from the backstage door and be met by happy cries.

Nina eventually emerged with her section lead, Ryan, they shared a few words and a hug before parting ways. I knew that Nina was grateful to him for reaching out and including her right from the beginning, it could have been a hard transition socially to be the new player but from all her reports she had settled in well with the group.

I watched impatiently as Nina's dad appeared in front of her first, pulling her into a tight hug. She had a leather jacket over her dress now, but the low cut and split up the leg were still deliciously prominent.

I tuned out of the conversation Rodger and Max had been having about the best venues they'd been to and watched the exchange between Nina and her Dad. I angled myself so I could hear them better, not wanting to miss Nina getting the praise she deserved. Her cheeks were flush but her eyes were bright and happy. My gaze dropped to her exposed leg and then slowly back up, I swallowed thickly.

She looked positively radiant, and she met my lingering gaze on her, smiling at me and then tilting her head to one side in question at whatever she saw.

"Magnificent performance," Her dad said, drawing her back to him, "You shone up there, bravo."

"Thanks Dad," She said over his shoulder as they hugged again, Nina's eyes met mine again and I winked at her, earning a deeper blush.

“I mean it,” He continued, “I wouldn't have said a thing if you’d decided to never play again. But I’m so glad you did, Nina. So glad.”

"Dad," She replied quietly, looking briefly at her feet.

"How do you think it went?" He asked, watching his daughter closely. Richard's question wasn't a pushy one, there wasn't a sense of him being a 'stage parent'. His question was genuine, encouraging.

"It felt good," Nina started slowly, "It's taken a bit of time to feel like I'm gelling with everyone. But tonight felt good."

He put his arms lightly on her shoulders and levelled down so she was eye height, "Tonight was good. So good."

"I know I was sat in a dark spot, you hardly would have seen me," She said bashfully.

"You were brilliant, I heard every note," Richard said with finality. "Your tone and the buoyancy of your solos were magnificent."

"I get all my talent from my Dad," Nina grinned cheekily, "I owe it all to him." He smiled, "You owe it all to yourself. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks Dad."

He took her shoulders in his hands again and turned Nina around to face where the rest of us were standing, "You blew them all away too," he gave her a gentle shove in the right direction after pressing a kiss to her cheek, "For five minutes pretend you enjoy the attention, you've earned it."

I watched Nina take a deep breath before she stepped out, I hung back, feeling as though this was a moment for her family to have with her first.

"Darling!" Mae, Nina's mum got to her before anyone else, "You were spectacular! We're so proud of you!"

"Thanks Mum," Nina said, blushing when she looked back over to me and I was still watching her. I was passed worrying about being caught out staring at her.

Mae showed restraint I don't know that my own mother could have, still, I put it down to her understanding her daughter and knowing Nina didn't want to be made a fuss of, much less in the public foyer area. They had a conversation so quick I missed it when Bel and Georgia bumped into me trying to rearrange the bunches of flowers they had to give Nina.

"I'm going to go find your dad and we'll go back to the hotel," Mae hugged Nina again and kissed my cheek, "You come whenever you're ready. Champagne will be waiting for you."

She turned and left, and I watched her briefly as she approached Richard and as soon as he felt her arm on his shoulder the pair of them happily smiled at each other. The love between Nina's parents was obvious.

Nina's girlfriends engulfed her next and I was dragged back into conversation with Rodger and Max. They were bickering with Nina's cousin Josh about a film I hadn't seen but for some reason I needed to be a deciding vote on. I ended up turning to the smallest body, Nina’s youngest cousin, Olivier, who was looking around appearing to be a little lost in all the adult conversations around him. His eyes were trained on Nina though.

“I bet if you went and pounced on her for a hug it would make her night,” I told him, sinking some of my height so I was on a more even playing field with him.

His eyes widened and brightened as he looked up at me, “I want to,” He said, but then seemed to think better of it, “But my mum said I’m not allowed to get any marks on my new suit … Which means no tackling.”

Oliver’s hands brushed down the lapels of a suit that looked about three sizes too big and was probably brought large in the hope it would last him the next few years. It was clear that he had been specifically told tackling wasn’t allowed and I smiled, I could remember being that age and finding wrestling my cousins the best way to pass the time at family events.

“It is a very dapper suit,” I reasoned with him.

“Did you enjoy tonight, Harry?” He suddenly asked, all the guise of a kid who had been taught good manners and how to have conversation with grown ups. The words didn’t quite match the little personality I’d come to know him as, but I loved his effort.

“Very much,” I told him, mimicking his polite tone, “How did you like it?”

“Good, Nina is so good,” He gushed, “My dad says she’s a miracle.”

The admiration Oliver had for Nina was evident and it filled me with an additional serve of happiness. He was watching Nina being doted on by her friends shyly, despite the fact I knew they were familiar to him.

We both lifted our heads when the circle of girls beside us broke into laughter

"Georgie!"

I instinctively turned around when I heard Nina cry out her friend's name. She was bright red and trying her best to scowl at the other three who were all still laughing at her. My gut told me her friends were using me to embarrass her, just like they’d been doing all evening.

“Go sneak in,” I told Oliver, pointing to the circle, “I’ll run interference if any of them try to block you.”

He grinned at me and then shuffled forward, dodging under Sam’s arm and attaching himself to Nina’s waist in a hug. Nina’s face melted at the contact and she shoved the flowers back into Bel's arms, told her friends to "sod off" and wrapped her arms around Olivier’s body, swaying him in a hug. They had a little chat before Nina looked up and held a hand out to her other cousins who all briefly congratulated her before being called away by their parents to get back to the hotel. Oliver trotted after them all.

“Rodg,” Nina finally joined our conversation and the need to reach out for her had me clasping my hands together behind my back.

“Fucking brilliant,” Rodger said, throwing his arms around her and giving her a tight squeeze, “Lungs of steel.”

Max kissed her cheek and whispered something to Nina that had a gentle smile gracing her face, she nodded and gave him a hug that lasted a little longer than Rodger’s. I watched, knowing that despite his outgoing nature, Max had a special knack when it came to Nina. They were kindred spirits in a way somehow, she brought him down a level and conjured out a version of Max I rarely saw.

“Now, go talk to this dapper young man,” Max said loud enough to shake me out of my thoughts, he was smiling at Nina and pointing at me, “His jaw has been hanging open the whole night.”

Nina gave him her instrument which had been hanging heavily at her side or on the floor between her legs while she spoke to everyone else. He briefly confirmed the name go the hotel we were all heading to and gave her another one armed hug before walking away with a waiting Rodger.

Everyone else had cleared out of the foyer, Nina’s parents and extended family left into the night and her girlfriends were chatting to a young guy who had been walking around with trays of drinks earlier. He was bright red and looking around to be rescued from the band of attractive women before him.

"Hello," Nina said, smiling up at me.

“Hi,’ I returned, “Saved the best until last, right?”

She rolled her eyes fondly at being caught out avoiding me, “Absolutely,” Nina said, but then she softened slightly and an adorable pinkness rose to her cheeks, ”Thank you for being here, I’m really happy you came."

"Me too, I will honestly never forget tonight," I continued slowly, holding one hand face up out to her, "You were—are—astounding."

Nina put her hand in mine and let me pull me forward slightly, "Thank you," She said as I pressed my lips to my cheek softly and breathed in her perfume. I felt her squirm slightly. I desperately wanted to kiss her properly but didn’t want to risk it in such a public space. I was sure she was conscious of the beady eyes of her girlfriends and family on us.

“Can I also just say that dress is breathtaking. Truly,” I held her gaze for a second before curling my fingers around the bottom of her jacket and pulling it open a little more, “I am far from bored looking at you in it.”

“Harry,” She gushed.

“Oh, come here," I laughed, pulling her into a tight hug, "I thought I would burst from pride while you were playing. You're amazing. And absolutely gorgeous as well.”

"Alright Mr. Brit Award," She returned quietly, a rare acknowledgement of my job coming from her.

I settled my lips on the crown of her head and pulled away from the hug, but then draped my arm around her, "Trust me, if they gave Brit Awards out for talent you'd have a hundred of them before I'd figured out which way was up."

"Have they given you shit all evening?" Nina asked of her family, gracefully jumped the conversation away from my compliment and I smiled at her.

"Not at all," I dismissed easily, looking over as her girlfriends left through the automatic doors on the other side of the room to stand with Rodger and Max outside, “I really like your people.”

And I’d really like to kiss you right now.

"Are you going to come back for a drink, or do you need to head off?”

“I’m coming,” I assured her quickly, “Your mum has already checked twice. I’ll drive you and the girls … If they don’t get in a cab first.”

“I think they’ve already had a few wines.” “I can verify that,” A thought suddenly coming to me, “Hey, can you sign this for me?

I reached for the program that had been rolled and tucked into my back pocket, unfurling it in front her. Nina’s face was exactly the reaction I had been after—her eyes bulged and she looked absolutely horrified.

“Put that away!” She cried, covering her face on the page with her hands and pressing it against my chest, “Who gave that to you?”

I grinned, “I bought it, they were selling them as we came in.”

"You weren't meant to buy one!"

"Me specifically?" I was enjoying teasing her.

"Yes! You specifically!” She pointed a finger to my chest and I grabbed it in my own.

"You put my name on a list somewhere as someone who was categorically not to be sold a program?"

"I should have," Nina grumbled, she snatched the program out of my hands and held it behind her back.

I took a step closer to her so our chests were almost touching, before Nina could step away I'd wound my arm around her back and while I held her gaze I was able to tug the booklet out of her hand. She looked up at me quietly, watching my face closely. The only indication that she was affected by my being so close was the breath she had taken in and was yet to release.

If we were anywhere else right now I'd be kissing you silly.

"Breathe," I prompted her gently, sure she was thinking she same thing I was. "You should be very proud, Miss Lawrence. This is an extremely impressive wrap up. And if you won't sign the booklet for me then I'd like you to please come hold my hand while I get 'I'm dating a Protégé' tattooed on my forehead."

"You're such an idiot," She said quietly.

"Compared to you, we all are," I said back slowly, “Now, come outside with me so I can find somewhere to kiss you because I doubt you'll appreciate if I do it here.”

Nina held her breath again for a second but then squeezed my forearm where she had been holding it.

I smiled and nodded toward the doors, “Let’s get out of here.”

We got out the front and everyone seemed to have left already. If Nina was at all perturbed by them else leaving without us she didn’t show it.

“My car is this way,” I said, holding out my hand to her when she had finished wrapping herself up in her coat and scarf.

“They’re all such alcoholics,” Nina said, slipping her hand into mine, letting me lead the way.

We were both quiet on the few minute walk to the street where I managed to find a park earlier. I wasn’t sure what Nina was thinking about, but I was thinking about how fucking brilliant it felt to have her by my side. To be walking down the street of an evening, our hands linked, just being with her. But to have Nina want to be with me as well was breathtaking, and one that I’d found myself circling around all night. I watched that incredible performance and wondered what on earth that gifted young woman was doing with me.

The morning after I had learned of her depression I’d stumbled upon a similar feeling; Nina choosing me. She’d come down the stairs and sat next to me on the sofa, Rodger and her cousin watching her. To have Nina come and chose me in a room with the people who had always been there for her felt like a breakthrough I was overjoyed to have arrived at, even though in the moment it had churned worry in my gut at her pushing herself to it. Somewhere along the line something great clicked and Nina wasn’t as hesitant and nervous around me.

We got to my car and Nina went to walk to the passenger side. I didn’t relinquish my hold on her hand though and as soon as she turned to me in question I stepped right up to her and kissed her, mindful of keeping her new dress from touching the car behind her.

She took a breath under me, and I dropped her hand to frame her face with my own. I held my lips against hers for another second before moving my head to the side to start deepening it. As soon as my tongue parted her lips Nina opened up to me completely, she wound her arms around my back and moved her mouth against mine deliciously.

My hands went up under her jacket to roam her back, feeling the curve of her waist and then back up to trace the side of her breasts. She took a deep breath in at the sensation and stepped even closer to me, I didn’t hide from her just how turned on I was and she didn’t shy away from it either.

“Jesus,” I breathed, moving away from her mouth to kill down her neck where I had pulled her hair back, “You do crazy things to me, Nina Lawrence.”

Nina moved her arms up over my neck and pulled her body up mine slightly, her chest pressed highly against mine, giving me more leverage to move my lips over her exposed skin. She stumbled when they pressed against the shell of her ear and I laughed as I caught her weight.

“I haven’t made out against a car before,” She whispered, and I pulled back to look at her in the streetlight. She was flushed and the area around her lips was pink where I had smudged her lipstick. She looked utterly ravishing.

“Get in,” I said slowly, “Before I say something undignified.”

“Undignified?” She teased out with a wicked smile.

“Yes. Like asking how difficult would it be for me to convince you to stay at my house tonight?” I asked boldly, knowing I probably shouldn’t but being unable to deny the slight chance she might take me up.

“I thought we were going slow,” Nina countered. “That was before you were a protégé,” I hummed.

She laughed, one of her hands going up to her own mouth to remove any smudged lipstick. I raised my hand to get a bit she had missed, waiting for Nina to say something.

“The girls are staying with me …” Nina gave me an unsure but concerned look, letting the words hang.

I kissed her gently, “Say no more,” I said, not wanting her to gain any unease at thinking she had disappointed me. “Get in, let’s go.”

She reached up to give me a chaste kiss before turning to the door and opening it. I stood dumbfounded, watching her legs disappear into my car when the split of her dress rode up as Nina sat.

I walked around to the driver’s side quickly, pausing for half a second before I opened my door to take a breath and get ready for relinquishing Nina back to her family for the rest of the evening.

Nina reapplied her lipstick while I drove us across London to the hotel her family were staying at. I stole glances at her as I drove, she had pulled out some heavy duty looking lip balm to apply first and Nina easily explained that after a performance her lips were tender from the pressure from her instrument. She gave me a sly look when I suggested the kissing was my attempt at helping to soothe.

I drove into the car park under the hotel, deciding the exorbitant cost was worth not having to drive around the streets outside. Nina unclipped her seatbelt quickly once we had parked and she was out her door before I had collected my phone and wallet from the middle console. She had rounded the car and was waiting for me when I jumped down and pressed the lock key.

“Keen for a drink?” I asked, smiling at her, swallowing hard as I looked over her. Nina had taken off her jacket and had looped it through the small back evening bag across her body.

“Not particularly,” she said, taking a step closer to me. I looked down and the tips of our shoes were almost touching, her left leg exposed past her knee.

“I swear to god, Nina,” I strained when I looked up and watched her tongue dart out over her bottom lip. She knew exactly what I was thinking and when she leaned forward and melted her body into mine all restraint I might have regained on the short drive flew out into the night.

She kissed me softly at first, holding back sweetly until Nina felt my hands curl around the back of her neck. We moved against each other hotly, I could taste the mint from her lipstick and her hair was crinkly from hairspray between my fingers. Making out with Nina was maddeningly sexy and I kept my hands where they were in an attempt to control my raging hormones while our mouths moved together.

It was when I felt Nina’s hands move from my back around to dance just above my hip bones at my belt that my own hands felt out to cover them to halt her movements.

“Neens,” I moaned, pulling my mouth back from her, “We’ve gotta stop.”

She pressed her lips back to mine for a brief second, “Sorry.”

I held my forehead against hers and shut my eyes for a moment, “Don’t bloody apologise. Don’t ever apologies for this feeling.”

“I really love you in a suit,” Nina said quietly, letting me tightly hold her hands. She looked down at my chest and then back to my face slowly.

It jogged my memory to something I couldn’t believe I had forgotten, “Give me one second, I forgot something.”

I rounded to the back of the car, popping it open and slipping off my suit jacket as it rose. Nina arrived at my side and watched with a confused expression on her face. When I started undoing the buttons of my shirt I smirked at the horrified shock that came over her.

“Harry!” She all but screeched, “What are you doing!”

“You’ll see,” I said cryptically, watching as she failed to keep her eyes from wandered down my bare chest when I pulled the shirt off my shoulders. My body hummed, more than anything to hold her like this, but I reached for the folded t-shirt Rodger had brought to the studio for me during the week.

“You’re going to hate this, which is why I love it so much,” I explained, leaning forward to peck her lips quickly. Nina’s eyes were wide as she watched me, completely baffled as to what was going on.

“I have no idea what is happening right now,” She trailed off when I pulled the white t-shirt over my head, pulling it down around my hips and then turning to face her properly.

“Ta-da,” I gave her jazz hands and a laugh burst out of me when Nina’s hands came up to cover her own cheeks.

“Harry what the fuck is that!”

Nina’s cousin Josh had messaged me on Whatsapp the week before asking what size t-shirt I was, and when he went on to explain the novelty shirts with Nina’s face on them and a music pun the family was getting made up. I was chuffed to be included in the joke, and he told me he’d give my shirt to Rodger for me to collect.

Her cousins, brother and Rodger and Max were all going to be wearing them when we got upstairs.

Josh had dug out a photo of Nina holding her trumpet up to be printed onto the middle of the shirt and underneath the words ‘Life without Nina would B♭’ in terrible, tacky font below. They weren’t made to look professionally done, which was part of what I loved about the shirts to much.

I grinned down at her, “Do you love it? Be nice,” I hurried in a mock pleading voice, “It’s new.”

Nina’s mouth was still hanging open, “You’re completely mad!”

My laughter spilled out, “Sure am, baby.”

#1dff #fic: someday someday #hina #harry styles fanfiction #ahhhh #harry

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elizaviento · 6 years ago

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Manipulation (part 8)

NSFW -- 2400 words

(FYI: This story is a sequel/companion piece to Assimilation, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog’s description along with additional chapters of Manipulation. Or, you can click the #manipulation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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I woke up once in the middle of the night when I felt the humid, warm puffs of her breath bathing my neck and shoulder. Startled, I nearly throttled her before the memories of what had transpired hours earlier sprang forward from my memory bank. Releasing a sigh of relief, I rolled on my side and strained to see her face as my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

She was lying on her side, facing me with one hand tucked under the pillow. My scratchy blanket covered from her shoulders downward and I wondered if she was still nude. Gently and slowly lifting the shroud, so as not to wake her, I peeked underneath and smirked when I was rewarded with bare breasts. Then, I chanced placing the hand still under the blanket on her hip, confirming that no fabric covered her lower half either.

As exhaustion began to overtake me again, I wiggled closer to her on the cot and draped an arm across her waist. She stirred only slightly, but her features remained slack. Closing my eyes, I quickly banished the nagging thought of what would become of this once the harsh light of day illuminated our transgressions.

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Digging through all the crap I had stored on the metal shelves in the garage was always such a pain in the ass. Briefly wondering if I could somehow bribe Summer to organize it for me, my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the two boxes sitting next to the shelves; the same boxes that I’d begrudgingly agreed to allow her to store in here until she moved out. Stepping closer toward them, I tilted my head to read her handwriting scrawled down each side in black magic marker. One box was labeled as ‘random crap’ and the other simply as ‘photos’.

Photos, huh? I had missed out on over thirteen years so the pathetic curiosity was overwhelming and it took me all of five seconds to pull a pocket knife from my lab coat and slice the thick packing tape across the top.

It was an absolute cluster fuck inside. What appeared to be hundreds of loose photographs haphazardly tossed in a cardboard box with no cataloging or preservation method whatsoever. Thinking back to the state of the boxes on my metal shelves, I smirked to myself at this common thread between us as I removed a handful of photos from the box to leaf through.

Most of them were of the kids. In fact, discarding each one on top of the other unopened box as I went, I figured 85 percent. Some were of Beth, Jerry, Joyce, Leonard, other people I didn’t recognize and didn’t give two shits about. But, then, the next handful I scooped up and shuffled through revealed her in a sleeveless, knee length white dress. The kids were in the photo with her – one on each side – and they were also dressed in formal attire. She didn’t appear much different physically but the kids were obviously a few years younger. The next photo in the stack also showed her in that same white dress. Only now, just her father appeared with her.

Nice going, Rick. You stumbled across her wedding photos. You know what they say right? Curiosity punches the old man directly in the ball sack. Maybe you should quit while you’re ahead, huh pal? Maybe you should quit before you find one that she and her husband took of themselves while they fucked on their wedding night in some kind of amateur hour photo shoot.

Tossing the pile I had in my hand back into the box, I quickly threw the others inside as well before finding a roll of tape on my shelves to reseal it. It served me right, I supposed. I’d watched more than a few Ricks in the dimensions where her counterparts were still married play games of hide and seek with her husband. Most of them were having an affair and that presented its own set of challenges, but the ones who weren’t were just plain miserable. They avoided her and her husband’s counterparts like the plague, and I honestly couldn’t blame them. I’d only caught a glimpse or two of the husband through the goggles and honestly couldn’t pick the guy out from Adam. As it were though, I’d prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible. No good would come of stumbling across a photo of him, at this point.

Feeling grumpy from having almost sabotaged myself, I gave up my plans of recalibrating the ionic defibulizer and decided to go back inside to check on her. I’d left her sleeping in my room about an hour prior when I’d realized that I’d been staring at her while she slept for a creepy, stalker-esque amount of time. But, as soon as I entered the kitchen, I caught the faint sound of water running through pipes. Considering no one else was home, I felt my cock twitch as the cliché image of her soaped up in a steamy shower invaded my mind.

Again, it took me all of five seconds to decide to join her, even as I was already walking toward the bathroom. Jiggling the door knob, I found it locked – which was fucking adorable – so I fished an ink pen from my inner pocket, pushed it through the hole to pop the lock on the other side, shed every stitch of clothing and opened the door. The bathroom was completely shrouded in steam and I wondered if she was trying to boil herself alive. Then, the bubbly sound of her laughter could be heard over the shower spray. An intrusive thought crept in that she was trying to scrub the shame of our coupling from her skin, but I shoved it away as I forcefully yanked the shower curtain back.

She screamed. Loud. She also tried to scramble backward which only managed to pitch her off balance as the balls of her feet slipped up the tub wall. Thankfully she steadied herself before falling and cracking her skull.

“What w-w-were you laughing about in here?” I asked nonchalantly while trying not to laugh.

“WHAT?!” she screamed back at me. Obviously her brain hadn't fully caught on to the fact that I wasn’t there to murder her and I smirked as I stepped over the tub wall to join her.

“Jeez, tone it down – dial it back a bit or Jerry will start to suspect something,” I joked as I shimmied past her to get to the spray of water. Noticing the look of pure terror on her face at the prospect, I clarified that I wasn’t serious by adding, “Re-relax. He’s not here.” A moment later, she shoved me as I ducked my head under the shower spray. “Hey, watch it! I – I’m an old man, remember? If I shatter a hip, you’re cleaning – emptying my bedpan.”

She laughed, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest as she shivered slightly. Her brow was also furrowed, making it obvious that she was having a serious reflection on what I’d just said. The last thing I wanted was for her to try to backpedal, so I moved in closer.

“I can hear the gears t-t-turning in that head of yours,” I said, grabbing one of her forearms to pull her in until we were chest to chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I rested my chin on the crown of her head and turned her until she was again under the soothing spray. Once I was sure that she had warmed up enough, I pulled back slightly to look down on her. When she shifted her gaze upward toward me, she also rose on her tip toes and kissed me, parting her lips slightly to encase my bottom lip between hers and gently tugged it with her teeth as she lowered back on her heels.

Wasting not even one second, I wrapped my arms around her tighter and continued where she’d left off – pressing several short, open mouth kisses to her lips before pushing inside; rolling my tongue over and around hers until I had her absolutely breathless. All the while, my cock filled and swelled against the soft flesh of her stomach. And, as I pulled away to trail kisses across her jaw, she leaned back to grant me easier access which, in turn, shifted her smooth skin across the head of my cock. That bit of stimulation flipped a switch in my brain, throwing me into a frenzy I could hardly control.

Without warning, I unwrapped my arms from her waist to grip both of her biceps, turned her around and roughly shoved her against the shower wall. Then, placing one hand on the back of her neck, I pressed her cheek to the ceramic tile.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” I growled in her ear, rutting against her ass from behind. “Are you wet enough for me yet?” Moving one hand between her thighs, I spread her lips wide with my ring and index fingers before thrusting my middle finger inside. We groaned in unison – her from the sudden intrusion and me from the sensation of my digit sinking into that tight, wet snatch of hers. “Mmm, yeah, y-y-you – you’re ready,” was all the warning I gave her before swiftly positioning and slamming home. Her chest and face slid upward against the tile with the force of it and she cried out. For a split second, I wondered if I’d hurt her. Most of her counterparts seemed to like it rough now and again but perhaps I’d misinterpreted her earlier lip bite.

That is, until she demanded – “Do it again.”

Suppressing a moan, I gripped her hips a bit tighter. “Yeah? You like that?” I asked before pulling out and ramming back in.

“Oh, fuuuck…” she sobbed. “Don’t stop!”

Jesus Christ, it’s like Christmas morning and I’ve just been gifted the perfect toy, I thought as I shuffled back slightly – tugging her hips to move with me – and then positioned both hands to clamp down on her shoulders for leverage. Dropping a kiss on top of her head, I pulled out nearly all the way and then slammed home again and again and again.

“Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. I – I’ve fucked my hand so many times while – while dreamin’ about pounding you in this shower,” I confessed; the words spewing from my mouth unchecked as she slid and grunted against the tile. She moaned in response, her pussy tightly enveloping my cock and I continued to give it to her. “I can feel you squeezing my dick, baby, fuck. Touch – rub your clit for me. I want – wanna feel you cum.”

Sliding one hand down the tile, she squeezed it under her body. Seconds later, she cried out and her knees buckled beneath her. I adjusted my grip from her shoulders to her hips to hold her upright as she continued to massage her clit until her legs began to tremble.

“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” she screamed, slamming her free hand against the tile. Her cunt continued to tighten as I fucked her and I knew she was seconds from cumming. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her ear and commanded her to do so.

“Cum.”

And, she did. Her body seizing in the same manner as the night before, she hitched a sob as a flash flood erupted from her cunt, coating my cock as I continued to savagely fuck her. As each contraction pulsed and squeezed, I faltered my rhythm as I drew closer to the edge of that cliff.

“I’m gonna – gonna cum on your ass, baby. You ready?” I asked, my speed increasing as I chased my own release. The glide of her slick pussy was so god damn perfect and I wondered how I would contain myself from fucking her 24/7.

“Yesss,” she hissed in reply. Her climax ebbing, she steadied herself before continuing, “Cum on me, Rick. Do it, baby.”

“Ah FUCK!” I yelled as I pulled out and pumped my cock. Once, twice; the pressure building and building until it snapped and I came all over her ass – each rope painting the perfect landscape of debauchery on her backside.

Completely exhausted and panting like a dog, I hadn’t even realized I’d slumped on top of her until she spoke –

“That was fun. But, I really need to actually shower now.”

Laughing, I stood upright and wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her from the shower wall and steady her on her feet.

“I – uh – gotta get Morty, anyway,” I said, pulling the curtain back and stepping out while she angled her body back under the water.

“Morty’s in school,” she informed me and I scoffed.

“So? I’ve got shit to do and – and need his help.” Once I was fully clothed, I turned back toward her to add, “Don’t tell Beth.”

“Rick, that’s not fair,” she replied, pulling the shower curtain around her body to shield from the cold air wafting in from the hall. I should have known that her sense of duty to the kids would remain absolute.

“Okay, fiiiine,” I groaned, rolling my eyes before stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door.

“You’re still going to get him, aren’t you?!” she yelled after me.

Smirking at her correct assumption, I casually strolled toward the garage. And, as I did, I had the distinct feeling that what had just transpired had cemented something between us. Yeah, we’d fucked the night before, but it was under a haze of alcohol and vulnerability. She could have refused me just now. She could have screamed at me to leave the bathroom as soon as I ripped open the shower curtain. But, she didn’t. Even the short conversation between us after the euphoria of a good fuck had faded was natural and easy – no awkwardness or tension whatsoever. I supposed that, even at my age, it was never too late for firsts.

To be continued...

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #fanfiction #sister smith series #manipulation

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allofthisnonsenseplease · 7 years ago

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firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 That's actually kind of a fun idea :oo reaper and 76 having no prior history

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 What would cause them to start interacting, tho? And what would they be fighting for? If they weren't in SEP & Overwatch together, the fall of OW leaves them no bitter enmity. oooh...what if Reaper was with Talon all along, Jack was with Overwatch, shit i was gonna say they got interested in each other but didn't realize, but that wouldn't work until post fall

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 Yeah I was thinking like Jack doing his thing in overwatch the whole time and gabe being in Talon the whole time And not crossing paths until post fall I mean they knew OF each other before that But didn't interact until after

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 right, right. but if they met each other with just their regular personas, and, like, i dunno, started bitching about the state of the world today and what's it all come to and they have grumpy old men feeding birds in the park dates before they find out that one is Reaper and the other is Soldier 76

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 ahahaha awwwwww gabe figures out who jack is pretty quickly just based on context clues and the fact that jack gives a total of zero fucks

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 finds out he's 76, you mean? 'cause i always feel like once he hits that point, he gives a lot of fucks about not being recognized as strike commander morrison. not that he's any good at hiding it. XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 YEAH 76 not sc i feel like in this version of events gabe wouldn't know jack's face well enough to identify him as the former sc awww they'd be so cute tho, just sitting on a park bench together, jack grumbling at the birds but still feeding them anyway gabe shaking his head, utterly amused, and pointing out that the bread crumbs jack's been giving them are terrible for the ducks that have been coming around jack just replies with a grumpy "fuck them"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 XD Jack, you bastard! What if, despite Talon, Gabe is still somehow more idealistic than Jack? Like, he thinks the path to making the world a better place lies in siding with this group at least for a while, but Jack just thinks everything has gone to shit and there's barely any point.

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 awwww QoQ their light conversation about the birds suddenly seems to be a big metaphor for much darker things

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 whoopsy daisy! XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 gabe counters jack's nihilistic attitude towards the birds (and apparently everything else) with some optimism and jack just kinda gives him a sideways glance asks in his grumbly coarse way, "what well-meaning conman fed you such convincing bullshit?" gabe wonders, silently, why someone who has been beaten down this much by the world is still fighting for it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 Maybe he realizes that Jack isn't--he's not part of a group fighting for something bigger, he's working on his own and largely protecting small communities from gangs that move in. The thought makes him laugh, because it seems like, deep down, maybe Jack isn't quite so different...it's just the scale of what they see in front of them. ((like, i typed all that up assuming that Gabe is offing threats while in Talon and trying to do good while using them--possibly with the goal of getting rid of Talon itself once he's done))

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 qoq and then the time finally comes when one of gabe's missions for talon involves innocents as collateral damage and soldier 76 shows up

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 IN THE NAME OF THE MOON, HE'LL--no sorry wrong series

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 LOLLLLLL gabriel doesn't want to fight him so he tries to reason the big picture and all

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 NOPE

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 but jack morrison is done with big pictures

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 this is the core argument for the season i just finished fyi

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 omg what a coincidence

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 lol anyways Reaper being all 'You can't be so naive! Things aren't black and white, and there's no way to move forward without sacrifices.' Jack is just FUCK YOUR SACRIFICES EVERYTHING SUCKS ALREADY DON'T GO MAKING IT WORSE

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 jack will take your ideals and KICK THEM IN THE GODDAMN FACE BEFORE BURNING THEM he wrestles gabe to the ground and snarls that he will die before he lets fucking talon harm a single hair on a child's head and gabriel should be fighting for his life but he kind of falls a little in love right then and there

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 d'awww are we playing this serious, or does Gabe arch suggestively beneath him and tell Jack that if he wants to save anyone he's gonna have to come up with one hell of a distraction?

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 omgggggg jack freezes, caught between his total of two emotions he's been too spiteful to be thirsty the past several years

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 OH GOD GABE/REAPER HAS IT ALL

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 LOL jack doesn't give in - not yet, anyway, not this time - but gabe can see that he wants to he can work with that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 JACK BEING A THIRSTY FUCK

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 for now, gabe's willing to count jack's several seconds of indecision as a victory

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 lol He tells Jack he'll concede this time since Jack's reaction was so intriguing. Jack can HEAR him smirking, and it pisses him off.

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 especially because goddammit that's attractive,,, FUCK,,, he's just a little too slow with his next punch. gabe is already wisping away

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 hahaha what if, back on the bench later on, Jack REALLY AWKWARDLY propositions Gabe and claims it's 'cause he needs to take the edge off. XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 omggggg JACK YOU USELESS HORNY MOTHERFUCKER too lazy to rub one out himself, has to fuckin proposition his bro dude

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 like, he doesn't even really mean to, he just opens his big stupid mouth and the words fall out all over each other

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 XDDDDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 hey, handling it himself just isn't the same. XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 XDDD gabe hates that when he tries to say no because terrible idea all that comes out is a snarky "your place or mine?"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 "or," he amends, patting the bench, "if you don't care about having an audience..."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 i'm still trying to come up with what Jack would say, and so far the best vote is 'What are you doing tonight? I need to get wrecked in the worst way.' orz i guess this is still him giving zero fucks XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 omg jackieeeee bee gabe starts accidentally going on a snarky ramble bc he's,, actually kinda nervous and jack just gets tired of the bullshit and smooches his face

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 !! ^^ smooches him good, pulls back just a bit and cups him thru his jeans and asks, voice low 'you interested or not?' AND SUDDENLY THE TABLES HAVE BEEN TURNED XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 gabriel, all starstruck, breathes a "y-yeah" and lets jack drag him off the bench gabriel assumes jack takes him back to his safe house, but it's admittedly kind of a blur given that all he could look at the entire time was jack's ass

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 it's like watching a real, live lego man, he thinks

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 AHAHAHA am i really this fucking hyped to wreck that stupid rectangle? goddammit i really REALLY AM

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 X'D they balance each other out so well this time XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 XDDDD gabe wakes up out of his trance when he's suddenly lying in jack's bed with a ripped as all hell grump on top of him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 c'mon Gabe, get with the program!! Wake up and give him something to remember next time you come on to him in your goth persona!

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 LOLLLL fondle the boobs man just DO IT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 Gabe makes Jack VERY happy that he asked

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 especially when things inevitably get rough and jack is Very pleasantly surprised that gabe can keep up more than keep up, really not many people can hold him down so easily if he weren't so out of his mind from it, he might think it strange another thing he didn't think through due to his intense Thirst........ he just brought a relative stranger back to his safe house smart move jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 lol OH WELL IT'S ONLY GABE WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN ((Reaper waiting there for him the next night with a rose clipped int he mouth of his mask))

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 LOLLLL GABE!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 you motherfucker XDDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 nah, nah. then the game would be over too soon altho, if 76 shows up next time and is all 'haha you thought i'd go for you, but I got my kicks elsewhere thanks, so fuck off with your noise' I kinda feel like he'd want some sort of petty revenge

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 omgggggg YOU FOOL YOU PLAYED YOURSELF my favorite phrase is relevant once again XDDDD maybe he shows off his most Sexy (tm) assets while being like "oh so you really want none of this ???" reaper: spawns one (1) tentacle 76: throws down his gun, immediately surrenders

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 X''''''D JACK NO YOU TOOK STEPS TO PREVENT THIS

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 he cannot resist the Tentacle tho it is jack's ultimate weakness gabe finds out about this by accident, of course

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 At the park next time, Gabe casually asks if Jack needs him again, thinking smugly that of course he does. But Jack is just. 'Listen. Last time isn't gonna cut it. I need you to fuck me up, understand??' Jack's way of asking to be saved from himself lol

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 OMG AKJNDFKADNFADF gabe is a little taken aback but is like YES SIR jack fists his collar and his eyes are kinda wild and scary and gabe is way too into it and he snarls "i don't think you get it. i need you to fuck me up. are we clear?"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 XD get it gabe!

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 this is when gabe finds out that jack is into some Shit but oh god gabe miscalculated. jack is sleeping with him to avoid sleeping with.... him. also he really wants to see how wild jack would get if he brought out the tentacles for real. but he can't do that. yet.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 XD But wait. What if Jack tells Gabe 'Sorry, but you just don't have the right equipment to give me what I need.' and Gabe is just 'exCUSE ME???'

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 KJSNFASKDJFN "YOU'RE GONNA HATE ME FOR THIS BUT I HOPE IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU NOT WANNA FUCK ME ANYMORE BUT--" omg gabe feeling weirdly gratified when he's fooling around w 76 as reaper but 76 says his name, not knowing it's him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 omgomg XD Jaaaaack.... wanting Gabe but needing those tentacles....u bad thing

firesonic152 - 08/04/2017 emotionally needs gabe but the rest of him just wants to get wrecked enough to forget everything that's ever happened to him omg ahhh but this whole time gabe didn't know he was sc!! he just knows jack has a chip on his shoulder for some reason

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/04/2017 ahhh you're right what if...with the needs of his body being met, Jack slowly starts to open up to Gabe? Particularly after they've been together. It's never as rough as with Reaper, Gabe will draw things out to make him beg or cry, and Jack always ends up feeling a different sort of exhausted wrapped up in Gabe's arms afterward. (idc if Gabe does know about Jack--Gabe's a cuddler! XD)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 okay, i LITERALLY just laid down to go to bed, but i pulled my computer back out to send you this before i forget it. What if the Strike Commander position really was just a figurehead? Like, if Jack had far less power than he's made out to hold? Like, the UN is in charge of what missions are accepted, how many personnel are approved to go, what weapons they can have, how long they can fight before they're recalled and it's writen off. Jack is basically the middle man, there to handle small problems that crop up and relay orders from the top and to be a fall guy, but, really, he isn't supposed to do anything without their approval. okay night night <3

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 yeah no wonder Jack is filled with hatred LOL As they're cuddling one night, Jack admits quietly, "I used to be someone important." He laughs without humor. "Least, they let me think I was."

How would Gabe react to finding out Jack was sc :thinking: probably sympathetically, given Jack's previous rambles/rants about how his job was a shitshow and he was pretty useless in a lot of cases but I want drama so hmmmmmm

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 What if gabe had a shot at joining SEP, but the last available slot was given to this Jack Morrison asshole who later became SC? Also, I guess Gabe doesn't know Jack's last name, apparently? XD

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 omg!!!! LOL yeah Jack probably wouldn't give it up so easily He's shitty at stealth, not stupid...... actually wait he is kinda dumb BUT HE HAS..... some...... common sense??????

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 XD just a smidge. we wouldn't want to get carried away.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 .... self loathing, that's what he has doesn't wanna be attached to that name anymore there we go XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 lol perfect.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 Jack lets something slip and Gabe finally puts it together Gabe sits upright and stares. "Wait. You're Jack.... Morrison? Like...." Jack waits for the inevitable vitriol, tense and looking away. "The Jack Morrison who took my SEP slot?" This was not the accusation Jack was expecting. His head turns to stare at Gabe "What?"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 XD SUCK IT JACK YOU DID EVERYTHING WRONG AND THEN SOME!!

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOLLL "You stole my shot at fame and glory!" Gabe accuses, a hint of a grin pulling on his lips, unable to keep up the charade. "Fuck you, man."

Jack shifts uneasily, caught between Gabe's good natured reaction and his reflex to use anything and everything as fuel for his self loathing

"For what it's worth, it was a pretty shitty gig," he finally offers.

"A year of potentially lethal injections and near-fatal side effects, then a short stint actually helping during the crisis, and then just..." He visibly wilts. "Years... Decades, actually, of being a puppet."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 jack. jaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. stop. enough.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 He loves to party that jack Always throwing pity parties for himself

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 lol

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 I can't find a party hat emoji :((

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 huh. lame.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 Well there's these :tada::tada::tada::tada::confetti_ball::confetti_ball::confetti_ball: Close enough Oh here's the drama(??). Now that Gabe knows the full extent of Jack's identity, he Definitely cannot reveal his own

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 :tada: :disappointed_relieved: :birthday:

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 there. a pity party.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 Perfect

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 why does that change things? he already knew Jack was 76 and kinda burnt out on the big fight while still having some trace of his ideals left.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 Tru :thinking: Maybe just the fact that like. Before this Gabe didn't really consider 76 an enemy of Talon specifically and more just a general hazard to look out for. But the strike commander was absolutely an enemy of Talon, and that's a dangerous position to be in. If anyone else in Talon found out Jack Morrison is still alive, it'd be bad news for Jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 You think he'd try to talk Jack out of seeing Reaper?

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 omg Maybe he just casually like... "So if you were strike commander you fought against Talon right....?" That Gabriel, smooth as silk

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 lol 'and...this other guy...the well-equipped one...isn't he with Talon?'

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOL NICE Gbe ... What happened phone *GABE Jack sends Gabe a sharp sideways glance, keen enough to realize Gabe has an ulterior motive with this line of questioning but too dumb (lbr) to figure out what it is

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 maybe he thinks it's just good old fashioned jealousy? XD

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOL yeah he would

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 or would that be a stretch, given his low self-worth?

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 he has zero sense of self worth in terms of his value as a person but he still has a realistic sense of his worth in bed XDD Probably thinks Gabe is jealous as a bed partner, not anything more

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 oh. that would be funny if it wasn't so sad.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 :)) "Are you..." Gabe hesitates, trying to remember how much he's supposed to know question did Jack fuck reaper yet I forget XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 yeah. tentacles.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 >||3c

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 like, i don't think Reaper went full on tentacles--at least not the first time--but Jack had tentacles and ran back to Gabe in the hopes that getting Fucked Up would keep him from wanting the tentacles. Spoiler alert: it Did Not.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOLLL LITTLE DOES HE KNOW Gabe bringing up reaper is digging up some unwanted desires for Jack so he cuts off the conversation with a meaningfully heated kiss "I slept with him once," Jack admits breathily when he pulls away, staring at Gabe's mouth. "It was fun but..." god damn was it fun "I'm lying in bed with you right now aren't I?"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 Jack, that's not exactly...I mean, kudos for not lying, but... XD

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 he's baiting :eyes: Simultaneously assuring Gabe that he has his attention while also leaving open the possibility of someone else stealing him away so that Gabe is incited to do what he can to get rid of that as an option

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 Smarter than he looks. =/ XD

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 Only when it comes to thirst LOL :heart: Gabriel hates that even though his rival in this situation is himself, Jack's gambit still works He bears down on top of Jack, pressing Jack's back into the mattress as he kisses him Covering Jack's body with his own. A possessive move. Jack doesn't bother hiding his satisfaction. Man so if Jack didn't have Gabriel during that whole stretch of time from sep to end of overwatch... He never had any significant romantic relationships At least I can't imagine he would have had any success in that area? Just a whole lot of meaningless hookups when he could manage it AHAHA God he's gonna suck at this Gabriel probably had a few crushes and things but not anything terribly significant either

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 Oh, dear. Jack is at even MORE of a disadvantage than usual.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 Gabe asks him on a date and he combusts

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 Jack: You want...what? [cannot process. does not compute] Jack:...WHY???

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOLLL Jack: date... like........ sex but with rose petals on the bed??? Gabe: no like I want to take you to a nice restaurant Jack, struggling: to......... to do some kind of semi-public thing or Gabe: Gabe: looks at the camera

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 X'''''''''''D Jack: but...i'm already sleeping with you. you don't have to...uhh...earn it.

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 dkakdkakxka at which point Gabe realizes this is a deep dark pit he's uncovered

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 OH ONLY JUST NOW REALIZING IS HE? Gabe starts actually feeling bad for Jack oh shit. what if it translates into Reaper being more gentle, too? And Jack is just: ???????????i came for tentacles?? not sweetness???? haha unintended double entendre

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 LOLL djakcjakczlx Gabe is in too deep - said Jack never >||3c

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 pffffffffffffffft X'''''''''''''''''''''D

firesonic152 - 08/05/2017 ghhhhhh what if gabe asking jack out on a proper date freaks jack out a little bit so he does a quick calculation and decides taking his chances with reaper is better than risking further romantic advances at the moment and starts avoiding gabriel in favor of reaper (AGAIN, LITTLE DOES HE KNOW LOL)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/05/2017 omg omgomg And he's like, well, at least I don't have to worry about the bloodthirsty mercenary expecting anything but a quick fuck from me. Except, instead of examining his life choices, he just blindly follows Reaper out of the end of a firefight and into a nearby safehouse...which happens to be stocked with an easily reheated, nice homemade meal, a bottle of wine, and some flickering LED candles in the bedroom.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 LOL JACK U FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET FUCKED UP YOU THOUGHT!!!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 well, he can, but with a nice meal and some romantic lighting. XD

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 XDDD jack walks in, sees the romantic setup, and has to do more mental math tentacles.... versus romance............ give him a moment, he's not very good at math

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 XD COME ON JACK YOU KNOW THOSE TENTACLES ARE WORTH IT

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 AHAHAHA

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 jeezus. it's only the romance that's dubcon. XD

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 XDDDDD GABE JUST WANTS TO TREAT U RIGHT JACKIE JESUS jack jokes, only a tiny bit of discomfort in his voice, that he hopes the big bad reaper hasn't gone and fallen for a worn down old soldier. reaper doesn't deny it.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 oh. my. god. ;_; dude. not cool. upsetting.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 :kissing_heart:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 don't you kissy face me

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 :kissing_closed_eyes:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 LOOK HERE what does Jack do next while that silence is growing longer and more fraught with meaning?

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 laugh nervously and try to goad reaper into throwing him into a wall?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 think he'd get pissed? I mean, as angry and full of spite and self-loathing as this Jack is, when confronte with something he doesn't like, anger or violence seem likely modes of rejection.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 absolutely yeahhh gabe is a stealthy dude he just likes birds man anyway jack of course gets pissed at the show of affection from reaper of all people and gabriel's heart hurts jack wants to start a fight, wants to get fucked up, but gabriel doesn't think he can do it anymore

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 oh lord. is it the big reveal? !!!! wait wait! what if Jack started an argument with him and took off, then went to go find Gabe. Rather than let Jack bait him into another fight, Gabe goes along with it and gives Jack what he wants, but pulls out his Reaper-y tentacle powers while they're in the middle of things in the hopes that Jack will be too overwhelmed and needy to run straightaway.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 :OOO!!! risque

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 As soon as Jack realizes what's going on, he roars at Gabe to stop, and of course Gabe does. He lets Jack rail at him for a moment until Jack's anger turns inward, and he bitterly says that he should have noticed, should have picked up on all the little hints. He covers his eyes with his arm and mutters that Gabe smelled like him, but he hadn't wanted to think.... He asks 'Why?' and his voice is a broken croak. Was it all a ruse? Has he been tricked? To what end? Gabe learned he was Strike Commander, but nothing's come of that information, so WHY?? He jumps when Gabe reaches out to stroke his cheek.

'Nothing I've done with you has been false,' Gabe says.

Jack groans. He hasn't moved from beneath Gabe, but he can't be comfortable, and he's still hard.

'Do you want me to continue?' Gabe asks. When Jack only nods, grimacing, he holds back. 'Say it clearly for me.'

'Just fuck me for God's sake!'

Gabe is gentle. So very, very gentle, but aside from that, he gives Jack everything he asks for, everything he demands in his breathless cries.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 kjfnakdfjakjnfkjsdnfadf b o ys afterwards, jack just watches gabe for awhile. it's searching, a little on the intense side. gabriel finally asks what jack's doing, and jack shrugs, looks away self-consciously. "was just wondering," he says. his voice is thick. he clears his throat and continues, "if you'd been in sep with me. just wondering what our lives would be like."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 fffffffffffff

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 LITTLE!!! DOES HE KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 Gabe, reaching out to take his hand and kiss his knuckles: I'd've had more time to make you happy.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 MELTING GABRIEL MARRY ME jack manages to not recoil and is a little taken aback by the warmth in his chest

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 he's bothered to think that he might be starting to want that. particularly since he doesn't think it's going to last, or that it might not even be real. he gathers his things and leaves, needing to think. To his slight surprise, Reaper and Gabe--he still can't quite think of them as the same person--give him his space. He sees Reaper during fights, but Reaper never approaches him, actually takes out an enemy or two that had been aiming for Jack. He avoids the park where he met Gabe, but when he passes by the safe house--not planning to go in, it was just where he ended up wandering--there are flowers left on the doorstep.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 CLUTCHES CHEST after so many years of being gutted by governments and media and every organization under the sun, is it really okay for him to give gabriel a hollowed out shell?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 ; ; so when he's ready--and he doesn't feel ready, but he misses the way Gabriel touched him and spoke to him and, damn it all, just the way Gabriel looked at him--he goes back to where it started--the park bench. He waits. It takes a while, of course. He's been avoiding Gabe for days, but eventually, Gabe comes strolling down the path. He manages to not show surprise at the sight of Jack there, but maybe in the way he sighs quietly when he sits down, the way his shoulders lots their tension, the way he leans forward, elbows braced on his knees...maybe somewhere in all of that Jack can believe that Gabriel is relieved to see him.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 QOQ there are so many things jack wants to say, so many caveats about how he's got nothing left to offer gabe but he wants to try anyway, about how he doesn't know what he's doing (and if he's being honest, he's scared) but he's starting to think maybe that's okay, about how he has so many regrets but if this was the path he had to take to find gabe then it's all been worth it, and a million other self-deprecating and grateful things. but it's too much all at once. maybe he'll get around to them one at a time later. for now he just manages a quiet "sorry," and then "i want to try. if... if you still want to."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 'Even though I'm the Reaper?' It's only barely a question. Jack hesitates, then nods. 'Haven't quite forgiven you for hiding that. You've known about me for a while. Can't promise I won't try to take a little revenge next time we meet on opposing sides.' He's more relieved than he'll ever admit when Gabe chuckles at that. 'Fair enough.'

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 YAYYY HAPPY ENDING although gabe still works for talon awks

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 lol they'll work it out. or kill each other. either way.

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 the real jack morrison would never pass up a chance to die

SuspiciousPopsicle - 08/06/2017 lol Gabe will give him many small deaths

firesonic152 - 08/06/2017 >||3c

#cornfuck and the reaper #R76 plot ideas #contains both tentacles and some feelsy garbage

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Instinct -- edited

((Hey friend! Just FYI, if there are any places where words are meant to be in bold and they’re not, that is a typo and not a change I made. :) )) - (x) <--shannonallaround

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Instinct Amy happily dipped her nose curiously to the ground where a butterfly lay still. Its wings were lightly flapping. She eyed it as she placed her muzzle to the ground, smelling the scent of Sonic and the other hedgehogs nearby, but mostly preoccupied with this other creature…

The butterfly softly began to paw it’s leg out on the blade of grass, moving a bit as Instinct Amy’s eyes widened at the moment.

She then nipped at it, but only with a slight huff and faint bark, as it flew off and she happily chased it on all fours.

She tripped a time or two but kept at it, jumping up in the air and nipping to try and catch the insect, huffing in her joy and spinning around as it landed on a tree branch.

Far from her reach, it seemed content.

Sonic, also in Instinct form, was mostly guarding their territory as Instinct Amy played, looking around and scanning for any unfamiliar scents.

Especially a foreign smell… like a roaming male.

He was also bent down and keeping balance with his arms at the front of himself, trying to hear Shadow or Silver in the distance.

This was the usual routine– if Amy was triggered into Instincts, then the three boys usually were as well. They listened to their ‘Others’ as they told them to guard her.

Protection… protection… protection…

Instinct Sonic was growing bored of this, however, and he growled through the side of his mouth.

‘Don’t get any funny ideas…’ Sonic cautioned his instinct form, feeling him grow a little anxious.

Instinct Sonic looked up, hearing the thought from his ‘Other’ and huffed from his nose, disregarding him.

I may do as I please.

‘Not while I’m still a part of you.’ Sonic threatened back.

Instinct Sonic, if he could laugh, would have. But, being an animal, he just sat down, raised a foot up, and scratched behind his ears.

Suddenly, Instinct Amy squeaked. His body tensed at the sound and he jumped onto all fours and turned back towards her.

Amy!!

Instinct Sonic ran to her, but it was nothing serious; she had just jumped and hurt herself a bit coming down, landing on her side.

I’m fine.

She licked her hurt paw, but that didn’t really do anything for the pain.

I was just startled.

Still fairly pumped up from her squeak, he still had adrenaline rapidly moving around him.

This left him on edge– a female’s distress squeak was a very powerful thing to a male hedgehog–and with potential threat around every corner of an open field, Instinct Sonic continued to pace around her.

He went back and forth, huffing and chuffing as he communicated to her in an ancient language only hedgehogs could really pick up on.

He ducked his head down, still concerned about his female, before looking around for any more potential threats.

‘Calm down. She’s fine,’ Sonic harshly critiqued from within. He did not like his will being taken away from him. But nature was nature...

Quiet you, Instinct Sonic growled. He turned away and went back to Instinct Amy, sniffing to make sure she wasn’t bleeding.

You sure you’re alright?

I’m with you, aren’t I? Alpha?

She playfully leaned up and nipped at his nose, but he pulled away quickly.

She clearly wanted to play as she ran off, dusting the dirt behind her to spray up at him, making him shake his head.

He sneezed, lifting a paw up before she huffed as if laughing and continued to race away.

Then, darting at him, she nipped and ran, trying to get him to play with her. Her actions mimicked a Ferret’s ‘war dance’, so to speak.

Her natural behavior got him excited, and he lowered himself to wait for her to come back and paw at her. His head, however, started to hurt from Sonic trying to ‘control’ him.

‘This isn’t a game! You’re here to protect her!’

She’s my female. I can do as I please!

‘You’ll only hurt her!’

I’ll only be hurting the so-called ‘feelings’ of your female.

Instinct Sonic was referring to regular Amy, who was still trapped inside her Instinct form.

Instinct Amy danced around, getting dizzy, before falling over.

‘You’re being kinda silly…’ Amy spoke from within her mind.

Kicking her legs and arms up, Instinct Amy finally got herself re-positioned correctly.

She snuffed out some grass from her nose, rubbing her wrist on it.

She then looked to Instinct Sonic, seeing his quills bristle up as he shook his head to the ground.

…They must be arguing…

She bent her ears back.

Why is his ‘other’ so cruel to him?

‘He’s just trying to keep himself under control…’ Amy replied, but her voice seemed to fall in sadness. ‘He doesn’t trust himself… not like how I trust you.’

Amy had tried to befriend her instinct self, doing well to teach her about the importance of something called ‘marriage’. An eternal bond that couldn’t be broken. To an instinct, that sounded very assuring– it would provide safety for future litters.

I want him to play with me.

Instinct Amy lowered her head, growling a bit.

‘Easy now… don’t make Sonic get mad at me for not keeping you tame!’ Amy worriedly tried to sooth her playful Instinct.

One ear flopped up as a grin came on Instincts Amy’s face.

My Alpha shall know my bond is still strong! Even with his ‘other’ pestering him about this and that!

She lifted her head up, and bounded off towards him.

‘W-wa-wait, wait! What do you mean, ‘still strong’..!?’ Amy flipped out from inside her, but Instinct Amy ignored her ‘other’ and continued on.

Coming close to her poor, torn Alpha, she ruffled her quills near his face, sending her scent off. It overpowered him, leaving him unable to connect well with his ‘other’.

What are you doing? Instinct Sonic looked puzzled, but the aroma brought him closer to her. You’re setting yourself up for a trap… He leaned in towards Instinct Amy, rubbing his own scent from under his cheek onto to her head as she nuzzled back.

I’m making your ‘other’ jealous! she huffed, finding it appealing to have him closer.

Her tail wagged, and Instinct Sonic noticed the moment, but Amy inside scolded her Instinct.

‘Don’t try and be cute! Ah!’ she mentally covered her face, not wanting to see how awfully embarrassing that was.

Heh. You’re a hedgehog after my own heart, Instinct Sonic teased, turning back to her and pushing her up so that she fell on her stomach. He laid down beside her, biting a quill and pulling it to have her swat at the air.

She struggled in play fighting for a moment, but he let her go and smiled down to her.

If you let me claim you already… you’d be secured as Alpha Female. And my mate.

She tilted her head at the suggestion, knowing he was fully rebelling by saying something like that to her.

She looked away, playing coy.

Well… she yipped. I want our bond to be forever. I’m waiting for that marriage thing.

He growled at her response, growing impatient as he bent down by her neck.

You’re too obsessed and concerned with ‘Other’s matters…

He then tried to tempt her by lightly kissing her chin.

That’s the only ‘other’ thing I like to indulge in, he teased.

‘Watch it...’

Suddenly, Instinct Sonic leaned upward, feeling a headache as Sonic fought back against his rebelling.

He huffed and stepped away from Instinct Amy, growing frustrated and irritable. Sonic was always pushing him back. Holding him back…

Is she not your mate too?! Instinct Sonic barked up at his ‘other’. Why must you persist in keeping me from her!?

Instinct Amy got up, worried as she watched him in his internal struggle. Suddenly there was movement to her right and Instinct Shadow charged into the scene – a dominance game.

He rammed into Instinct Sonic, while he was still preoccupied with the battle inside him. Then he bit down hard on his ear and yanked his head down, but Instinct Sonic didn’t whimper or whine; he just fought back and shoved him off.

You were trying to claim her! Instinct Shadow growled. He was ready for another fight, bending down and gripping the earth under his hands.

Instinct Sonic growled a warning. Though they technically shared dominance, it didn’t mean that he didn’t see himself as the true Alpha of the pack.

Amy’s my mate… You’re only here as an added protection.

She’s not meant to be claimed! You heard your ‘other’. Mine, on the other hand, wouldn’t be able to stop me…

Instinct Shadow turned back to Amy, who submissively moved back, her ears bent as she withdrew from the scene.

You wouldn’t dare…

I can defy you… I’ll defy all who keep me from what I desire.

As Instinct Sonic approached to contend more with him, Instinct Shadow huffed in amusement, glaring…

A sudden squeak came from Amy, calling off the battle for a true Alpha Male, and the two stepped down.

With Amy as the only female, they had to listen to her– if they wanted her, anyway.

She was Alpha Female by default.

Don’t worry. I wouldn’t disappoint our Alpha Female by going against her wishes. You, however…

As Instinct Shadow moved to depart, he swiped a threatening and aggressive chomp at Instinct Sonic’s face. Sonic flinched to dodge, but his eyes still glared in hostility.

I could kill you in an instant.

Enough! Instinct Amy barked.

He turned around to her, leaning his head behind her back to take in her scent, then licked her back to show he meant no harm and continued to walk off.

I only was defending you, Amy.

He is my true Alpha. I cannot mate with another. It will be so when marriage is complete.

Instinct Amy turned with her face in a sincere expression– she cared, but she was to be Instinct Sonic’s mate. As her ‘other’ had explained, once you go through this thing called ‘marriage’ you can’t be with anyone else.

I don’t indulge in the customs of our ‘others’… if you are in heat… and if he’s not there to defend you…

Instinct Shadow shifted his head back, and narrowed his eyes.

You’re mine.

Instinct Sonic spiked up his quills and raised his chest, another sign of dominance.

Get back to your protection route.

Heh. I don’t obey by your intimidation.

He looked to Instinct Amy.

She nodded.

He went off to scout and continue to secure the territory.

Instinct Silver poked his head out of the bush.

What’s going on? he cooed, but Amy just ran over to him, comforting him with a nudge against his head and rubbing her scent on him as well.

It’s nothing. The Alphas were just fighting again.

Again..?

Instinct Silver looked up, seeing the two depart ways.

He looked worried.

What if you are claimed? Against your wishes?

He bent his ears back and looked carefully back to her.

Our ‘other’s would be very upset.

Like a mother, she nibbled at his ear and cleaned him slightly behind it.

Pay them no mind. I still have my bonds. As long as you all are in my pack, there shall be no disorder.

Instinct Silver lowered his head submissively, letting her mother him before he looked down, almost afraid to say what he wanted too.

What if… you married me? he huffed softly.

You? Instinct Amy coughed, stepping away at the absurdity.

You’re just a hoglet!

He frowned, ears swiveling at the insult.

I was triggered late… and my instincts aren’t as strong as the Alphas, but-!

He rose up, leaning closer to her face.

I want to claim you… if you’ll have me.

S…Silver?

There was a loud growl and Instinct Shadow pounced and threatened Silver away. The young hedgehog ran at first but then submitted and Shadow took him down to discipline him.

For anyone other than an Alpha to attempt even saying such a thing was betrayal, so Instinct Amy had to let Instinct Shadow do his job.

Even if that meant picking on Instinct Silver a bit…

That’s enough! she barked, and he got off, looking back at her before moving away.

She ran through the bush to Instinct Silver, licking some of the areas where Shadow had bit him.

Don’t be silly. I adopted you into this pack. Be still, baby.

I am not a baby… Silver growled lightly, but he whimpered as she pressed against his wounds.

You have a very faint smell. You are a baby.

Instinct Amy lovingly nudged him.

My baby!

She laid over him like a protective mom, humming a purr. Instinct Silver had to submit and let her try and sooth him to sleep– like a mother would do with her young. Something suddenly gripped Instinct Amy’s neck and threw her off Instinct Silver. Instinct Sonic glared, telling Silver to move on. Then he nudged Amy back to the field.

He may be a runt, but he’s no child, he scolded her.

Instinct Amy jumped up on him, annoyed but playful in response.

And you may be Alpha, but I do not yield, she teased, licking his nose as he shook his head. Instinct Sonic then gently leaned forward and licked her cheek.

…And I.. am your mate.

One day, Amy answered.

Amy…

Instinct Amy attempted to laugh, shaking her head around. Haha! I am your ‘promised’ mate!

….Then… I shall wait. But you truly are a Beta who bares her fangs!

Instinct Sonic nipped at her to get off and they took off down the field, tackling and playing in the meadow as Instinct Silver and Instinct Shadow kept up their rounds around their territory.

((Hope you’re happy with what I did! If you don’t like anything of course feel free to ignore it.))

((IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. Thank you so much! You’ve got the job of Editor! ;Db))

#sonamy #instinct sonic #shannonallaround #cutegirlmayra #edits #submission

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nazanazad · 8 years ago

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What is the reason that will make your mental breakdown?

…this blog is where that no one know me in real life. So, I decided to expose something that inside me and keep bugging me all the time. I draft this post for a month and thought that I don’t ‘need’ to take it serious. But a past week I cried and cried whatever reason it is or just feel like to. The word ‘cried’ I mean ‘cry your eye out’ or ‘painfully cry’. it hurt so much and I don’t like it.

my mind is unstable. I relieve that I still hungry, want to eat, can sleep when needed, even it just a few hours a day. But I feel like I’ve avoid social much more than usual. I’m smoking double, even if I need to skip a meals for save some money to buy a new pack of cig.

So… I want to settle my mind before it breaking down. I hope that if I write my tragic problem that I never talks to anyone seriously will heal my wound… just a little is good enough.

If you have time to read it and leave me some word, I’ll appreciate you so much. I must apologize first about my poor English skills if it confused you. I count the word so you can consider that it worth your time or not. About 1668 words.

This is my story

First: Invisible wall

When I was a little kid. I have to live with my relatives because my parent are divorced and where their work is in different provinces. I never had a problem with their relationship. Their love life is their problem. But my problem is their parenting skills..

About my father. I don’t care much about him, I don’t feel love from him because he such a no expression guy. The more I grew up, the more I realized that he don’t care about me. I’ve met him just a few times per year ‘cause he live so far away.

When I’m 5th grade. I joined the school’s singing contest and won a first prize. My school is a small public school. The awards just a satin blankets. But who cares! I’ve won!!

When semester end I went to met him along with my sister. I’m ready to brag about it, I’m so excited!! I’ve bring the blanket with me for gave him as a father’s day gift. But what he did was leave us in his office, With my ‘blanket’. He went out to met his clients and tell us to wait. We wait till evening before we realized that ‘oh… he forgot us’

He went to another province to met his clients, don’t even tell us and just let my uncle take care of us instead.

I was so sad, super very freaking sad.

‘He didn’t take a blanket’ ‘He left me’ ‘He didn’t want to meet me’ 'He didn’t care’ 'He doesn’t even smile at me’ 'Does he even look at me?’

Since then, I keep a distance to him but I still respect him because he’s a father. I still hope one day we can talk and laugh like father and daughter in that happy family movie. Until one day he destroyed all respect I have for him.

My mother told me to called him to tell him about my tuition. He answered me with…

’I don’t have it! earn it yourself or just quit! I don’t have time to talk about nonsense stuff like this!’

Something like this but more rude in my language.

I’m fourteen. I am a kid!! I don’t earn any income!!

Okay, if my future is just a nonsense thing for you. If you don’t want to get involved with my life, I’ll give you that.

After that I don’t have any feeling or respect for him anymore. He just one person that I’ve to call him 'father’. Even today that he had stroke and had a problem with memories. I still doesn’t care. I don’t know why every keep telling me 'That is your FATHER!’. I know that, so what? Do I have to sad? or crying? or panic? What if I don’t? Do I become a bad child? ungrateful? Whatever, I don’t care. Just because he IS my father doesn’t mean I HAVE to love him, right?

About my mother. She is my whole life. Back then I was a playful little girl, lively, talkative, prankster. But it changed when I’m turn to 7 and I’ve to go live with my mom because my uncle who take care of me pass away. Oh boy… strict mom Asian style. fyi: I do love my mom …but she is one reason that made me feel this way.

Like the other strict mom do. They always had a reason for punishment. When you were wrong. When you were not. When you make a mistake. Or when you just watch TV too long.

My mom usually punished me with scold and hanger, feather duster or stick. If she can’t find them, hand will be their best equipment. Pinch my arm, my ears. bang on my head, my back.

Oh.. OH!! But you know what is the most damages? aNGRY AT ME WITH NO REASON!! I remember that night I tried to hug her when I’m just about to sleep. And she just turn her face to me with angry, flick my arm off in a flash. And yell ‘just sleep!’ and then she turn away.

I’m in shock. I can’t find a reason why she mad at me. While I just want to hug her to lull me to a good sleep. I don’t understand. I turn myself away from her. Start to cried in silence. Control myself to not make any sound that will annoy her more, and hug myself till sleep.

I start tell her a lies to avoid any punishment as much as I can. I still love her but I just can’t honest with her. Even now that she’s stop punishing me. I still can’t honest with her… I just can’t.

If you have siblings, You had to accustomed to being compared? Especially when your sibling is better than you? I am the youngest of three siblings. ~~The youngest and the worst.~~

My oldest sister is a 'Smart girls’. She’s clever, diligent, frugal, admirable. She’s the best of all.

My mid sister is a 'Beautiful girls’. She’s not that smart but just her beautiful was enough to make her better than me. She’s also funny, conversable, girlish. She’s like the center of love. Everyone loves her. Everyone adore her.

For me, I’m just a 'Duck’. Clever? Not that much. Beauty? Not at all! Thing that I have more than others is fat, silliness, laziness, immaturity.

I already know that I’m not their favorite, I’ll cool with that if it not gave me a problem. But yeah!! If you’re not their favorite. You’re always in troubles!! always!!

If my sis not cleaning the room, blame on me! If my sis broken something, blame on me! If my sis make fun of me, blame on me! Sibling fight? BLAME ON ME!! wait… WHAT?! WHY???

I was felt hurt about it. but still… they’re family. I know that they still adore and care me. I have to get used to it. Right?

We not a type that can talk everything with each other. Because we have a huge age gap or we didn’t live together when we younger. What ever the reason is. We just don’t close enough.

When I old enough to make a decision on something by myself. I used to think that I don’t need to pretend. I used to think that I don’t need to fake my emotions. I used to think that I don’t need to care the others thought but myself. I used to think that I can be myself. yes… I used to…

I love when I see happy smile on my face. I love when I can laugh from inside my heart. I love to be the fool that can made the others smile. I love the fact that when my friend depress or sad they come to me. I am happy that I can be someone that my friend can lean on. They might thought that I am the happy person. I am the strong person. I am a rational person.

and with image that I created for myself made my mouth shut when it comes to my problems.

They have their own problems. I don’t need to weigh their shoulders even more.

It’s just my selfishness to think like that, right? I can vent with them about everything except the serious one. When it comes to serious problems I always kept my mouth shut even when I’m drunk I still can’t spill it.

and I do that with my lover too. But the reason is different. I can’t talk with him because he just don’t understand. All my life I just want someone that I can rely on, someone that can hold me when I cry or feeling down.

So I always date with someone that older than me, 8-9 years at least ( I didn’t intend to) but it always come out that I be the older one in relationships. I don’t know that the problem is me or him but the results is always the same.

I grew up with no one to rely on. When I face the problem. I don’t know who to consult. I must have to find the way by myself. Sometimes it’s came out fine, but sometimes… it’s lead me to a bigger problem.

I don’t really know since when that I become like this.

I don’t want to blame myself, but at this point maybe I have to accept that problem is me.

I’m afraid I’ll have depression. But when I check it always said that I’m not. Then I don’t have any idea why I be like this. And I hate it. I hate it so much. I don’t want to be like this. It tired. So fucking tired. Exhausted. I keep run away to my own world. Play a game, watch cartoon, read novel. And when I walk out that world I depress again. And I’m run away… again.

#mental disorder #problems #stress #nerve wrack

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redrobin-detective · 8 years ago

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Prompt: harley finds out red hood was a robin and he expects her to ask him what batman's secret id is. but she wants to know random/mundane things like what he eats for breakfast. does he watch reality tv. come on hood these are important questions.

And we’re off! Starting off with a great prompt from a wonderful person and I’ve got just the idea! FYI this is early Hood in Gotham, before he confronts the Bats.

There was always something about the Hood that stuck out at her, from the very moment he first appeared. Mistah J had complained about the schmuck stealing his old gig, Penguin had griped about another vigilante mucking in business around causing trouble and, of course, old Maskie sure had the hardest time of them all. But there was just something about the guy that had seemed familiar, something nagging at the back of her brain that should couldn’t lay a finger on.

She’s at the museum, going after this pretty necklace she saw advertised on the news. She decided to go solo tonight, Ivy was having some special times with her planets and Kitty cat was leaning towards the right side of the law this week. Fine, she didn’t need anyone, she tells herself as she brings the mallet over her head to smash the case. Before she could finish her swing, a disc knocks it out of her hands and send it flying across the room, then again. She looks up and expects to see the Bat or one of his little birdies and instead catches the reflection of the moon glinting off a red helmet on the window sill above her.

“You know the Dias brothers were going to hit this museum tonight too,” He begins casually through the modulated helmet. “They haven’t been complying with my rules about selling drugs to kids so I thought I’d take them out during their robbery.” He shrugs, “I’m not so evil that I’d kill them in their beds, at least I can justify killing them when they’re breaking the law.”

Harley smiles broadly, keeping her face neutral as she takes one careful step backwards. For all his calm, his body language radiates confidence and strength and with his rapidly growing reputation to violently escalate the situation, Hood could very easily make a mess of her.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He growls out as he jumps down to confront her. “We were just getting acquainted cause you see, I knew your boss once, a long time ago, long before your pretty face came around.” She takes another few steps back towards her mallet as he slowly, menacingly comes towards her. “He hurt me bad, real bad, and I’ve never quite forgotten it. I’ve been waiting for the right time and opportunity to repay him and it occurs to me that maybe in that shriveled husk he calls a heart, there might be a spark of affection for you.” He reaches out to grab her arm but instead she ducks under and races towards her mallet. She grabs it deftly and throws it over her shoulder like a baseball bat, her face pinched and serious. Every woman knows when it’s time to drop the act and either get real or real dead.

“You back off buster, I don’t run with Mistah J no more so whatever beef you got with him stays with him. Now I’ve been able to smack Bats with this thing and I can tell you if it’s enough to take them down, it’ll sure get you too.” She’s prepared to fight tooth and nail if he takes one step closer but, to her surprise, he chuckles lightly and relaxes his predatory stance and holds up his hands in surrender.

“Holy female empowerment Batman,” he teases lightly as a lightbulb goes off in the back of her head but she’s still too pumped up on fear and aggression to acknowledge it. “I do got a bone to pick with your boss, sure, but you’re just as much a victim as I was so I’m not continue his work and hurt you. I heard you’d cut ties with that louse, just thought I’d confirm for myself.” His arms lower, “now off you get, the Dias brothers will be here any minute and I don’t need you setting off alarms and scaring them away before I get in my daily dose of butt-kicking.”

Again, the familiarity overwhelms her as she finally places where she knows the Hood from. And wow, how about dem apples? She relaxes her guard, loosening her mallet so it bounces against the ground. Realistically, her revelation should only make her more cautious but for some reason it relaxes her. No matter how out of line he’s acting, Bats will always be Bats.

“You’re Robin!” She says excitedly, pointing at him, knowing she’s right when he tenses at the obviously familiar title. “The second one, right? The one Mistah J-” his fists tightens and she shuts her mouth quick as she can. She knows a thing or two about the invisible scars that man can leave. She leans forward on the handle of mallet, shaking her head at the incredible, impossible circumstances. Only in Gotham, right?

“Man you sure grew up kid, I used ta read about you in papers back when I was finishing up my doctorate.” She tilts her head to the side, “‘course you were a lot shorter and moral back then but I’m pleased to see you’ve learned to wear proper pants.” Hood growls again, but this time in annoyance and maybe a touch of embarrassment. Something tells her he wasn’t planning on making his Bat connections known. I guess that kinda thing does tend to sully one’s criminals reputation.

“So what happened to ya?” She asks in her neat, professional voice. “Why aren’t you back with Daddy? I know he’d be happy to see ya no matter what pants you’re wearing.” Hood aggressively begins ruffling his clothes and checking for his weapons, classic avoidance tactics. “You can tell me, like I said, I’m not dealing with the Joker anymore and I am a trained psychologist ya know. Maybe I can help. I know what it’s like to try and move past the bad things.”

“You don’t know anything,” he sneers, the venom visible through the voice modulator , “about what that man or that clown did to me. Batman took me into his home, gave me a shot and then left me in the-” Harley’s eyes lit up at the slipped information and grinned like a maniac.

“So wait you actually know the big Bat’s name? Ya weren’t just a part timer?” She hoots and spins around in a circle throwing her mallet. “Oh man, I gotta know, does he sleep in a real bed or does he hang upside down like a bat?” She puts a finger to her face and turns away from the vigilante to think even as she registers the confused disbelief in his body language. “Are there even any Bats at your place? Do you come home and there’s like a bajillion Bats flying all around and ya can’t get anything done.”

“'Gee Batman’,” she starts in a high mocking voice “’I sure wish I could practice my wicked kung-fu but there’s all these Bats in my face’” she turns around, acting out the other half of the conversation. “'Sorry old chum, but I need those Bats to fuel my grim, dark Bat powers’”. She concludes with a laugh. “What does a Batman even eat? Fruit? Insects? Blood from a virgin?” She spins around and claps her hands. “Oh! You’ve got to tell me about those green panties! What was the point of that? What was Nightwing think-” to absolutely no one’s surprise, the Red Hood is long gone.

She sniffs haughtily at the snuff and wanders over to pick up her mallet. She looks at it thoughtfully for a moment before bringing it down onto the case containing her necklace. The glass shatters and the alarms begin sounding but she pays it no mind as she grabs the jewel and runs. The Dias brothers won’t be hitting up the museum tonight, so much for Hood’s, Robin’s, carefully planned stake-out. But that’s what he gets for leaving a girl without any answers and she really wanted to know the story behind the green underwear.

#DC Writing Prompts #this was fun oh yes it was #a little off topic but it works #Harley Quinn #Red Hood

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rismatikaa · 8 years ago

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FYI ! 😄

Ga seberapa penting sih, cuma bagi info aja. Hihihi.. Sorry kalau nyampah. 😁😁😜 Maaf juga klo ada kta kata kurang sopan. 🙏🙏 AFAIK = As Far As I Know AFK = Away From Keyboard AKA = Also Known As ASAP = As Soon As Possible ATM = According To Me ATTN = Attention BAK = Back At the Keyboard BBIAB = Be Back In A Bit BBL = Be Back Later BBS = Be Back Soon BFN = Bye For Now BIF = Basis In Fact BION = Believe It Or Not BL = Belly Laughing BRB = Be Right Back BTA = But Then Again BTT = Back To Topic BTW = By The Way CMIIW = Correct Me If I’m Wrong CU = see you CUA = Common User Access CUL = see you Later CWYL = Chat With Ya Later CYO = See You Online DBA = Doing Business As DIKU? = Do I Know You? DITYID? = Did I Tell You I’m Distressed? DIY = Do It Yourself DTRT = Do The Right Thing EMFBI = Excuse Me For Butting In EOM = End Of Message EOS = End Of Show EOT = End Of Thread FTF = Face To Face FAQ = Frequently Asked Question(s) FISH = First In, Still Here FOMCL = Falling Off My Chair Laughing FUD = Fear, Uncertainty & Doubt FWIW = For What It’s Worth FYA = For Your Amusement FYEO = For Your Eyes Only FYI = For Your Information GA = Go Ahead GAL = Get A Life GIGO = Garbage In, Garbage Out GIWIST = Gee, I Wish I’d Said That GMTA = Great Minds Think Alike GOL = Giggling Out Loud GRD = Grinning, Running & Ducking GTG = Got to Go GWS = Get Well Soon GTRM = Going To Read Mail HHOK = Ha Ha, Only Kidding HHOS = Ha Ha, Only Serious HNG = Horny Net Geek HTD = Have To Disagree HTH = Hope This Helps HTHBE = Hope This Has Been Enlightening IAC = In Any Case IAG = I’m A Genius IAE = In Any Event IANAL = I Am Not A Lawyer IC = I see ICAM = I Couldn’t Agree More ID = I Disagree IDK = I Don't Know IHA = I Hate Acronyms IIRC = If I Remember Correctly ILY or ILU = I Love You IMAO = In My Arrogant Opinion IMCO = In My Considered Opinion IMHO = In My Humble Opinion IMNSHO = In My Not So Humble Opinion IMO = In My Opinion IOW = In Other Words IPN = I’m Posting Naked IRL = In Real Life IRT = In Real Time ITA = I Totally Agree ITD = I Totally Disagree ITRW = In The Real World IOW = In Other Words JAT = Just A Thought JFU = Just For You JIC = Just In Case JK = Just Kidding (or Joke) JMHO = Just My Humble Opinion JMO = Just My Opinion KWIM? = Know What I Mean? L8R = Later LBAY = Laughing Back At You LD = Later Dude LDR = Long=Distance Relationship LLTA = Lots and Lots of Thunderous Applause LMAO = Lauging My Ass Off LOL = Laughing Out Loud or Lots Of Luck LOLBAY = Laughing Out Loud Back At You LTM = Laugh To Myself LTNS = Long Time No See M/F? = Male or Female? MEGO = My Eyes Glazed Over MHOTY = My Hat’s Off To You MINK = Multiple Income No Kids MMHA2U = My Most Humble Apologies to you MOOS or MOTOS = Member Of The Opposite Sex MOSS or MOTSS = Member Of The Same Sex MOTD = Message Of The Day MOTO = Member Of The Opposant MUD = Multi=User Dungeon (or Dimension) NBIF = No Basis In Fact NBIR = No Basis In Reality NW = No Way NP = No Problem NRN = No Reply Necessary OIC = Oh, I see OLL = On=Line Love OMG = Oh My God OOT = Out Of Topic OOTB = Out Of The Box OPM = Other People’s Money OTF = On The Floor OTOH = On The Other Hand OTOOH = On The Other, Other Hand OTP = On The Phone OTTH = On The Third Hand OTTOMH = Off The Top Of My Head OTW = On the Way PANS = Pretty Awesome New Stuff PC = Politically Correct or Personal Computer PDA = Public Display of Affection PDQ = Pretty Darn Quick PEBCAK = Problem Exists Between Chair And Keyboard PI or PIC = Politically Incorrect PITA = Pain In The Ass PMFJI = Pardon Me For Jumping In PMJI = Pardon My Jumping In POTS = Plain Old Telephone Service (or Pretty Old Tired Stuff) POV = Point Of View PPL = Peed Pants Laughing or People RL = Real Life ROAR = laughing as loud as a lion ROFL = Rolling On Floor Laughing RP = Romantic Partner RPG = Role Playing Games RSN = Real Soon Now RTM = Read The Manual or Message RW = Real World RYO = Roll Your Own SHMILY = See How Much I Love You SINK = Single Income No Kids SITD = Still In The Dark SO = Significant Other SOL = Smiling Out Loud SOMY? = Sick Of Me Yet? SOS = Someone On Shoulder STD = Sick To Death STS = Sorry To Say TAF = That’s All Folks TAFN = That’s All For Now TANSTAAFL = There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch TBH = To Be Honest TCN = Take Care Now TFH = Thread From Hell TFI = The Fact Is TFM = Thanks From Me TFMT = Thanks From Me Too TFS = Thank For Sharing TGIF = Thank God It’s Friday TGTBT = Too Good To Be True TFRM = Thanks For Remind Me THX = Thanks TIA = Thanks In Advance TIC = Tongue In Cheek TIG = This Is Great TIIC = The Idiots In Charge TLA = Three=Letter Acronym TPTB = The Powers That Be TTFN = Ta Ta For Now TTYL = Talk To You Later TQ or TX or TXS or THX = Thanks (or Thank You) TYSM = Thank You So Much TYVM = Thank You Very Much UAPITA or YAPITA = You’re A Pain In The Ass USTM or YSTM = You Should Thanks Me VWP = Very Well Put W4W = Word for Word WAGS = What A Great Story WAI = What An Inspiration! WB = Welcome Back WDALYIC? = Who Died And Left You In Charge? WFM = Works For Me WIBNI = Wouldn’t It Be Nice If WP = Well Put WT? = What/Who The? WTH? = What The Hell? WTG = Way To Go WTGP? = Want To Go Private? WTS = With That Said WU? = What’s Up? WUF? = Where are you From? WYSIWYG = What You See Is What You Get XOXO = kisses and hugs XX = kisses YAAG = You Are A Genius YABR = You Are Being Replaced YGBSM = You’ve Gotta Be Shittin’ Me YMMV = Your Mileage May Vary YRR = You ‘R’ Right YVMW = You’re Very Much Welcome

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elizaviento · 6 years ago

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Manipulation (part 7)

Note: They knockin’ some very sensual boots!

NSFW -- 4100 words

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Before I could react, she’d dislodged herself from my body and scooted back to her original place in the backseat cabin – her face flush and her breathing heavy.

We had almost been caught. But, somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to care; not even a little. Something had shifted between us when she embraced me in the parking lot of that filthy bar and I would be damned if nearly being caught groping her in the backseat of my daughter’s car was going to shift it back.

Do you even know how ridiculous that sounds? my better angel spoke again as it tried to infuse its usual dose of guilt and shame directly into my brain. Right now though, it was more concerned with sending every drop of blood in my body toward my dick instead of fueling my penchant for self-hatred. Perhaps I’d feel differently once the high of our secret encounter wore off but, until then, I didn’t give a flying fuck.

“Jerry, you did this to yourself,” Beth chided, her voice pulling me from my inner debate. “Just hurry up and get it all out so I don’t have to stop again.”

As Jerry sat in the passenger seat, leaning just enough to puke outside and not on the floorboard of the car, the dome light remained on. Settling my gaze upon her across the cabin, she began to fidget and I knew I needed to reassure her soon or risk her overthinking the fact that she’d just let her best friend’s father bring her to the brink of orgasm – while fully clothed, no less.

Throwing open my backseat door, I decided the best distraction was already underway. I just needed to move it a little farther from the car.

“Hey – hey! Jerry! W-w-would you mind closing the door so we – your sister and I don't have to smell your last meal? I-I-I don’t want her tossing her cookies for dessert.”

“Dad’s right. Come on, Jer,” Beth instructed while hooking an arm around his waist to help him stand; his pathetic groans serving as the worst soundtrack to the additional moves I planned to make on his sister the very moment the door closed and we were, once again, bathed in darkness.

And, as soon as we were, I made my way toward her. She had pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly when I gently dislodged her arms and pushed her legs back toward the floor. She was tense and I felt the overwhelming desire to melt all that tension away as I leaned down to press my lips to her ear and ask, “What – what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

Fuck, when was the last time I’d assigned that pet name to a woman? Probably before she was even born; a thought which should have given me pause but, instead, had me smoothing one palm up and down her upper arm in an effort to soothe her while the other resumed its previous position and activities on her thigh.

“Do you even realize how close that was?” she whispered through her panic. Forgoing a verbal reply, and without reservation, I pressed a kiss to her temple as the hand on her upper arm sought hers, interlocking her fingers with mine.

She seemed far away – lost in thought in what I assumed was her own internal struggle. I only hoped that her better angel was as unconvincing as mine. But, just as I was about to lose control and manhandle her fully into my lap, Beth’s voice – roughly instructing Jerry to get back inside the car – penetrated the haze of lust shrouding my rational mind. Releasing her hand, I scooted back to my original seat just as the passenger door opened and the dome light blinked to life. Jerry flopped into the passenger seat with a dramatic groan and a moment later, Beth was in the driver’s seat, cranking the engine and pulling away.

The car was dark once again, but neither of us made a move. We were much too close to the house to risk another near discovery, so I forced myself to remain in place while subtly adjusting my cock into a more comfortable position, away from the unforgiving teeth of the zipper. All the while, planning how I would get her alone as soon as humanly possible.

The second Beth pulled into the driveway – before the car even came to a complete stop – I was opening my backseat passenger door. And, by the time she’d gathered the mental capacity to exit the vehicle; I was already at her side of the car, waiting for her. To my delight, she seemed to interpret my sudden chivalry for the guise it was and willingly looped her arm through mine, leaning heavily on my side as I guided her toward the front door.

Once inside, Beth immediately shoved Jerry up the stairs. Then, certain we were finally alone, I tugged her toward my bedroom, when suddenly –

“So, like, how drunk were they, Grandpa Rick?” Summer asked, seeming to appear out of thin air. She was standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen, sucking on a lollipop and staring absently at her phone.

“Well – uh – your dad may die. Y-y-your Aunt here will probably live.”

“We’re both fine,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“That sucks,” Summer replied to her Aunt. “You’re, like, really fun when you’re drunk. Remember that time you took me and Morty to Disney World and starting hitting on Donald Duck after you had, like, six shots of Jack in the car?”

“I needed those shots to get through the afternoon, Summer. You know how much I hate crowds. That being said, it was very irresponsible of me and you’d better never tell your mother that story.”

“Al-alright, off to bed now,” I impatiently demanded, pointing toward the direction of the stairs. If Summer didn’t leave right then, I didn’t know if I could stop myself from just dragging her Aunt to my room right in front of her.

“Okay. It’s only, like 10:00 pm but I was going there anyway,” Summer responded, turning her attention back to her phone while walking up the stairs; taking each step slower than the last as the both of us watched her ascend until her feet disappeared from view.

Then, I tugged her toward my room once more and, finally, through the door – not caring who else we may encounter along the way. My cock was literally throbbing for her at this point and I’d already imagined every way I planned to make her scream during the thirty second conversation with Summer. But, now that I had her alone – all to myself – I grabbed the remote control from the bedside table and engaged the steel locking mechanism.

Turning back toward her, she stood there dumbfounded with her mouth agape in obvious shock as I closed the distance between us in one stride and pulled her in roughly by the waist. Even in my haste, I sensed no serious hesitation on her part and took advantage wholeheartedly as I smoothly bent to slip my tongue inside her open mouth.

To my surprise, she reciprocated immediately, returning my kiss furiously while digging her delicate fingers in my hair. Oh god, this was really – FINALLY – happening. And, as I walked her backward and sank toward the bed, I was determined to make excellent use of the hundreds of hours I’d spent living vicariously through my counterparts. Because, due to the inter-dimensional goggles, I already knew how she liked to be fucked.

I pinned her to the mattress, dry humping her like a teenage boy as I continued to probe her mouth with my tongue. But, I was too eager; going too fast. No, I needed to slow things down and make it good for her. I needed to tease her. Get her nice and responsive and wet for me. Make her moan and then scream my name.

Fuck.

Finally breaking away from the kiss, I pulled back slightly and she sprang into action. Her hands fumbled down my body, straight to the fly of my pants. But, instead of allowing her to continue – oh fuck, did I want her to continue – I slapped her hands away like that of a spoiled child. The look of disappointment on her face was so priceless and adorable, I nearly gave in.

“Eager, aren’t we?” I teased as I slithered one hand under her ratty t-shirt. As my fingers danced along her ribs, she hitched a breath and arched her back into my touch. “Mmm,” I breathed as my hands roamed higher to cup and pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. I was rewarded with a throaty moan and her thighs wrapping around my hips in an attempt to pull me down. But, I easily wiggled free, sitting back to admire this woman spread below me, completely flushed and breathless and glassy eyed with arousal. “Shit, l-l-look at you. So sexy,” I crooned while hooking a hand under each of her knees to lift and spread them wider. Bunching the hem of her t-shirt above her bra, I felt a bit light headed at the sight before me.

Jesus, Sanchez, you don’t even have her naked yet and you’re already about to nut in your pants, I thought as I swallowed around the knot in my throat. Even though I’d seen countless of her counterparts in more lewd positions than this, none of them were her. None of them could even come close.

“I’m not,” she shyly replied, breaking my intense concentration. Trailing my gaze to her face, I found it slightly flushed; her cheeks an enticing shade of pink.

“Shut – shut up,” I chided, placing my palms flat on her stomach before sliding them up to cup both of her tits once more. “You fucking are, Jesus Christ.”

Unable to resist any longer, I hunched over her and trailed my tongue from her navel to the underwire of her bra while wedging a hand under her back to unhook the latch.

“Sit up.”

She did as commanded and I pulled the t-shirt over her head, slid the bra from her arms and tossed them haphazardly to the floor. And, then, my mouth was latched to her nipple – the stiffened bud clamped between my teeth as I swept my tongue across its peak. When she cried out and buried her hands in my hair, I clamped a bit harder and sucked.

“Oh, shit!” she hissed, ripping one hand from my scalp to clap over her mouth. I understood her sudden reservation and freed her nipple just long enough to quell her fear.

“Th-the room’s sound proof,” I mumbled against the soft flesh of her breast before shifting to the other to apply the same treatment. Her reply, a strangled laugh, quickly morphed into a moan as I rolled the nipple gently between my teeth.

Continuing my exploration of her body, I kissed my way from between her tits, down her stomach, until I reached the waistband of her jeans. Reminding myself that patience is virtue, yet again; I dragged my tongue slowly, back and forth, right above the band before undoing the button and pulling down the zipper so slowly that the sound of each tooth disengaging could clearly be heard as it mingled with the steady pound of my heart hammering against my ribs.

Glancing up her body, I caught her peeking down at me as I hooked each thumb under the waistband of her jeans and tugged. Taking the hint, she lifted her hips to allow me to shimmy them down her legs and discard them on the floor with her t-shirt and bra. Now, only one small, visibly damp scrap of fabric remained. I performed the same maneuver with my tongue and fingers on the waistband of her panties before locking her eyes with mine and palming her cunt in the same manner as in the backseat of Beth’s car; pressing down with my middle finger.

“You – you’re soo wet, baby. Soaked right through, fuuuck,” I groaned. “Is – is that for me, huh?”

Nodding her head, she whispered a breathy, “Yesss,” while lifting her hips for me to remove those soaked panties once and for all. And, the moment she was fully nude before me, my mouth began to water as the aroma of her pussy assaulted my every sense and activated every last nerve ending in my body. I needed to taste that pussy – right then. So, I hooked both hands under her knees and yanked her ass to the foot of my cot while settling to my knees on the floor.

“Mmm, yeah. T-t-that pussy’s sparklin’ for me,” I cooed, pressing a kiss to her calf. “I – I’ve been dying to stick – slide my tongue inside.”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned in response, never taking her eyes off mine as I spread her lips open with my thumbs and leaned in to slowly push my tongue deep inside. Holy fucking Christ, she was sweeter than I ever could have imagined and I lost myself, sliding my tongue out only to push right back in, deeper than before.

“Oh, Rick, that’s so good,” she sighed, propping herself up on her elbows to watch. Oh, yes. All of her counterparts loved to watch as their Ricks tongued their wet pussies and I was so fucking glad she wasn’t an exception.

Flattening my tongue, I licked a wide stripe toward her clit where I stiffened the tip and set to work – flicking and circling and swiping without pause until her thighs quivered on each side of my head and her hands fisted and yanked at my hair and her soft moans morphed into strained whines of pure bliss. Finally needing to take a short break to catch a breath, I quickly replaced my tongue with the pad of my thumb and rolled the swollen bundle of nerves at a slightly faster pace.

“Rick! Oh my god!” she wailed, thrashing her head back. The sound of her crying my name in such a tone while I still had the taste of her cunt on my lips nearly unraveled me. She was close. And, I knew exactly how to shatter her into a million pieces.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I asked, increasing the pressure of my thumb. “Tell me what – exactly what you need, baby.” She only wailed again – louder; her back arching from the bed slightly. “You – you want me to… slide my fingers in that tight hole, hmm? Suck on that clit ‘til you cum on my face?”

Without giving her the chance to reply, I removed my thumb and replaced it with my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around her clit and softly sucked while sweeping the tip of my tongue back and forth, like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, across the top until I was sure she was on the brink. Then, I added my fingers – pushing two deep inside. I moaned as they were immediately soaked and I sought the soft, thick and spongy patch of flesh that would make her drench not just those fingers, but my entire hand. Finding and pressing that sweet spot in perfect harmony with the swipes of my tongue, I felt her cunt tighten around each digit as her thighs drew closer to my head in preparation.

“Press harder. With your fingers. Please!”

Oh, fuck. She was begging for what she wanted – what she needed – to make her cum. Begging me to make her cum. And, I complied. Taking one of her hands fisted in my shitty blanket, I threaded my fingers through hers. I locked our eyes with my lips still wrapped around her clit. I pressed her g-spot. Hard. And, when her cunt contracted once, I released her clit as the subsequent wave of contractions squeezed my fingers as I fucked her with them, fast and unrelenting, and she screamed – just for me.

“Thaaat’s it. There it is, baby. Theeere it is. Cum for me, sweet girl,” I encouraged and praised, pressing kisses to her thighs as they trembled and a gush of wetness coated my hand, just the way I intended. It was fucking beautiful.

“You look fucking amazing w-w-when you come, you know that? Got my dick so fucking hard,” I confessed when she finally came down from cloud nine and opened her eyes. Pulling me in for a kiss, she swept her tongue in my mouth, as if trying to taste herself, while shoving my lab coat from my shoulders.

“You just made me cum harder than I ever have and you haven’t even taken off one shred of clothing,” she said in a tone so serious, I burst out laughing while assisting her by whipping the coat and my sweater over my head in one fluid motion. When she reached for my fly again, I didn’t resist, leaning back to grant her full access.

Obviously impatient, and not as concerned with pacing herself as I was, she immediately thrust a hand down my slacks and briefs and wrapped her hand around my cock.

“Ahh, fuck!” I spat, grabbing her wrist. She had been stroking me slowly but, along with hers, every scrap of patience I’d had was now gone and all I wanted to do was fuck her completely stupid. “I got – I gotta fuck you. Right now.”

Removing her hand from my pants, she leaned back slightly to rip them down my hips and legs in the same haphazard manner as I with her clothing. And, then, she just stared at me – at my cock, to be more precise.

“Come here, beautiful,” I coaxed, reaching a hand toward her. But, she looked a bit nervous and I felt my bravado as well as my dick swell with the idea that she may be intimidated by its size. So, I scooted to the edge of the bed and planted my feet on the floor. “Come on – come sit on it, baby. Take as long as you need.”

Rising from the cot, she timidly walked toward me and straddled my legs, hovering above my lap for a moment before grasping my cock. Then, lining it up like she were about to make the perfect docking maneuver, she lowered and lowered until we made contact. And, holy Christ, it was perfect.

“Thaaat’s it baby. Nice and – oh, fuuuck.”

My hands flew to her hips and held on for dear life as she sank that tight cunt on the head of my cock, hovering for only a moment before sinking further. And, further. I couldn’t stop the moans that clawed up from my chest and at this point, I didn’t particularly want to. When she had taken about half, she rose all the way up and sank back down to that same point; shallowly fucking my cock until I felt I’d go insane.

“Christ, you – that pussy’s so fucking tight,” I growled, digging my fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her hips. I dropped my head to her shoulder and moaned louder when she took me in even deeper, a little at a time, until her thighs were flush with mine.

Now that she was fully seated, I lifted my head from her shoulder and locked her eyes with mine as I attempted to convey something I couldn’t quite express with words. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I trailed my fingers down her spine and felt her shiver under my touch. When she shifted her hips forward and slid her tongue along my bottom lip, I opened willingly for her as she threaded her fingers in my hair, palmed the back of my head and kissed me; seeking and rolling my tongue with hers again and again as she shifted her hips to and fro.

“Baby – I can’t fight the urge to pound my cock up in – in to you much longer,” I mumbled against her lips while bucking my hips upward to punctuate my point. Noting my sincerity, she braced her hands on my shoulders and slowly slid up the entire length of my cock and sank back down even slower. We moaned in unison as her thighs settled on mine once more. Then, she repeated the action and continued until we were both panting and pawing at one another desperation.

“Oh fuck, Rick. Shit – oh god,” she whined as she fucked me agonizingly slow. Each time she rose, her pussy left a trail of wet heat that cooled just enough to shock my system again when she lowered, engulfing me entirely.

“Baby. I can’t – I need to fuck you right. Oh god, Just let me.” I was on the verge of losing my mind and it didn’t faze me in the least that I’d been reduced to begging. I’d beg for that pussy all day and night until the sun exploded and the moon crashed into the fucking earth.

So, when she dropped her head to my shoulder and nodded, relinquishing control, I took it willingly. Twisting my body, I pushed her onto her back, placed my knees on the edge and shuffled forward until we were in the middle of the cot. Then, I lifted her legs, leaned forward over her and hooked her knees over my shoulders.

This angle – this deep, perfect angle – would make her cum for me again. God damn, I needed for her to cum for me again.

“Oh, my sweet perfect girl,” I growled, brutally fucking her – hard and fast. “Oh fuuuck! You – you like that cock, baby? You like how I fuck that tight pussy, huh? Christ, you – you’re so wet and fucking perfect. Such a good girl for me.”

Never taking my eyes from hers, I saw them roll back as I ruthlessly pounded into her. This is what they – her counterparts – all loved. This is what she loved. And, Jesus fuck, did I love giving it to her.

Hoisting her legs a bit higher and leaning over a bit further, I knew I hit that perfect spot when her mouth fell open and she screamed; each thrust hitching the tone as her tits bounced in time.

“Rick, oh god, that’s the spot. Right there, oh fuck. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“You gonna – gonna cum on my cock, huh? Let me feel it – do it. Fuckin’ cum for me, sweetheart. Say my name.”

“Oh fuck oh god oh my god RICK!”

She went completely rigid, her body seizing as she came and she continued to chant my name each time that pussy clinched and released. That – my name tumbling from her lips as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her – was my ultimate undoing. My pace faltered as I felt my balls tighten and my dick swell, the pressure mounting.

“I’m cumming, oh fuck – fuckin’ take it!” I practically yelled as I tightened my grip on her thighs and thrust hard once, twice, and then one last time as it released in an overwhelming wash of immense pleasure and relief. So. Fucking. Perfect.

Sweaty and absolutely spent, I released her legs and unceremoniously flopped down beside her with a satisfied groan.

“Holy shit,” she said, breathless, covering her eyes with her forearm.

“Mmhmm,” I breathed, words escaping me entirely. Rolling over on my side, I pulled her flush against me – peppering kisses on her neck and shoulder. I’d never felt so content and all I needed was to burn this memory in my brain while inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Rick?”

“Yeah?” I mumbled. I had begun to doze and struggled to remain lucid as I awaited what she’d say next.

“I should probably, um, go clean up.”

“No – nope. Just stay here.” I pulled her closer. No way was I letting her go anytime soon.

To be continued...

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