#my sister and me would sneak out to the living room in the morning watching a vhs

[shrimpybbq]

green thumb

synopsis: high school gf loves her veggie garden and so does charlie. rafe is clueless and lacks a green thumb, but does his best to be supportive.

The warm sun shone through the windows of the Cameron house, it’s rays casting a golden hue across the spacious living room that currently housed half of the aforementioned Cameron family. The tall frame of Rafe Cameron lay horizontal on the plush couch, his arms wrapped protectively around the small baby atop chest. His sweet little girl had only been born a few months ago, but she was already growing too fast for his liking. Each day was so precious to Rafe, knowing Emmy would never be this small again, so he cherished the mundane moments like this one, letting her use his chest as a mattress for as long as she wished. He basked in the rise and fall of her chest, the little grunts she let out as her dreams took place.

Rafe had been on the couch for an hour or so, letting his wife spend time with Charlie. The young boy loved his sister, but becoming a big brother was challenging. He was no longer the main focus of his parents and growing used to sharing the attention had been troubling for the boy. He would pout when his mother left his side to feed his sister, clinging tearily to her sleeve. It broke both Rafe and his wife's heart, and the pair knew they needed to do something to make Charlie know he was still just as important as before. That was when they noticed how much the little boy loved his mother's veggie garden. He was always trying to follow his mother outside, eager to play in the soil and spend time with his favourite person.

Each morning, the young mother would climb out of bed silently, her footsteps softly padding across the carpet in an attempt to not disturb the sleeping baby in the room. A soft kiss to her daughter's forehead before she disappeared outside to her veggie garden. At Tannyhill, the girl had grown a few herbs - chives, rosemary, thyme - that sort of thing. Rafe had never really noticed until one day he caught her sneaking out, and thinking the worst he followed her. He had frozen when instead of seeing her leaving the property or meeting another man, she had crouched down in front of the old neglected herb garden. Rose had tried to grow some herbs at one point before giving up on her faux housewife act, and Rafe had never really paid attention to what remained. His curiosity peaked as he watched his girlfriend gently water the soil and pat it in place, humming quietly to herself. Content with knowing her whereabouts, Rafe quietly stalked back indoors, tucking the knowledge away in his mind.

When the family moved to their new home, he decided to surprise his now-wife with a special section in the backyard just for her. He'd spent a few hours one morning while she was in town building planter boxes, filling them with soil and setting up a hose nearby. Rafe was so excited to surprise her once she returned home, covering her eyes with his hands as he led her out to the yard. Little Charlie sat on her hip despite her pregnant belly, his hands clinging to his mother.

"Hey-hey! No peeking! Don't you dare," Rafe muttered as she tried to move her head away.

"Just tell me, please?" She begged, growing impatient. It didn't help that Rafe's guiding skills left a lot to be desired.

"Just know that you're gonna like it, 'kay?"

When his hands dropped away from her eyes, she gasped softly. The perfect little garden set-up stood in front of her, all ready to go. Eyes wide, she turned to Rafe.

"Wha- how, I- how did you know?" She questioned incredulously. No-one had ever done anything like this for her. Rafe grinned down at her as his arm wrapped around her shoulders, tugging her into his frame.

"I have my ways," he drawled cheekily, "I did good, huh?"

He watched as she nodded, turning to Charlie, "Should we go have a look?" The little boy nodded and Rafe stood on proudly as his wife and son went to investigate the new garden.

Rafe noticed Emmy stirring, the girl beginning to grumble as her hunger grew. He knew she needed to be fed or soon, the whole neighbourhood would hear the girl's screams. As he slowly pandered out to the yard, his eyes fell upon his wife and the small blond boy crouched at her side. With a watering can in one hand, Charlie gently delivered water to the small carrot and tomato plots. He squealed in excitement as his mother praised him for his effort, gently patting the soil around the growing vegetables as she did the same. Rafe looked at the two proudly, wishing he didn’t need to interrupt them, but alas, little Emmy began to whine loudly, catching the attention of her mother. She turned around quickly to see the small girl baby tucked securely in her father’s arms, and stood up.

“Hungry?”

“Don’t you know it,” Rafe grunted. He handed Emmy over to his wife’s outstretched arms.

“She’s just like you, never full,” she sighed, exasperated, before undoing the oversized button up of Rafe’s she wore.

The pair settled into a moment of comfortable silence as their daughter latched, her little hands reaching to cling to the shirt lapels. Calm spread but only for a moment.

“Daddy! Look! Strawberry!” Charlie shouted. Rafe stalked over to his son and crouched down to match his height. It was almost comical to see such a tall man make himself so small, especially when he couldn’t control the expression of slight discomfort covering his face.

“Wow bud, look at that… did you and your mama do that?” Rafe grinned as Charlie nodded, pleased with himself. Rafe had never fully been able to get into the groove of gardening, finding the waiting too painful to ever properly enjoy the art. But for his son, he would do anything - and so he played along. He would ask questions, get his son to show his new plants, praise his little sprouting vegetables and make sure his son knew he was proud of him. He wasn’t above forgetting which seed plot was which, but he tried. For a few moments, silence blanketed the family as an engrossed Charlie continued to tend to him plants.

“Mama and I have carrots too!” The boy exclaimed.

“Oh yeah? When are we gonna eat them, little man? How much longer until they’re ready?” Rafe asked, reaching his hand out to steady Charlie as he began to lean over the garden. Charlie looked up at his mother questioningly, the woman now seated on the bench nearby. She hummed softly as she thought for a moment,

“Maybe another month or two? We only planted them last week, C.”

The boy returned his gaze to Rafe, smiling at his father. Rafe looked down at his mini-me, sighing as he picked the boy up in his arms, standing and walking over to his wife. She had finished feeding Emmy now, and had the sweet little girl resting against her chest.

“Good thing we still have a grocery store nearby, huh?” Rafe chuckled, “Not gon’ starve.”

He grimaced at the sudden pinching sensation against his bicep, High School Gf sending a glare to him as she pulled her hand away. Shit.

“But hey - once those carrots are ready, we should make a big salad. You know that one you like, bud? We can make it for dinner one night. How’s that sound?” The momentary anxiety was evident in the way Rafe quickly spoke, desperately hoping to avoid a meltdown from the toddler. He was at an age where his sensitivity was high.

“Promise, daddy? And we have ice cream after?”

Both Rafe and High School Gf exhaled with relief. Crisis averted. Rafe nodded down at his son and when the boy extended out his pinky finger to affirm their promise, he grinned.

“Pinky promise, C.”

the pure domesticity of this would be sickening to the old rafe lol

[kumkaniudaku]

TBT

Summary: A young Terry and Patrice spend a Christmas morning together.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: None. Just some holiday fluff.

Previous: Merry Christmas, Baby

A/N: I love this one so much. I hope you enjoy too.

The coldest Christmas in recent history was no match for the overwhelming heat Terrence felt beneath his thick winter sweater as nervousness crept into his chest. The low purr of his uncle’s Honda slowly disappeared into the bitter afternoon chill, leaving him no other option but to press the doorbell to the Ellis home and pray for entry. 

Weeks of planning, sneaking, and tutorial-watching had gone into this mission. Heavy convincing and a shoddy handshake agreement to throw a couple of dollars his uncle’s way for gas had him snatching a poorly wrapped package from beneath the tree and hopping into Uncle Myron’s front seat before his parents could ask any further questions. 

His hands felt wet and slippery under the warm pecan pie he’d begged his mother to make for reasons he wouldn’t share the night before. His heart raced as he carefully adjusted the pretty orange bow on top of a covered box, suddenly nervous about how it looked. She deserved nothing less than perfection and he’d labored over careful folds and clean lines to deliver her his best. 

Rustling and a voice growing louder as it approached made him stop short before he could press the doorbell again. He quickly pulled at his coat and stood a little taller as her father appeared behind a glass storm door.

“Oh! It’s just you Terry. Thought you might’ve been my sister. Merry Christmas, son. You gettin’ big, boy. You benching ‘bout 250 now huh?” 

Terry smiled bashfully. “Yeah, I am. Tryin’ to bulk up a little before Spring.”

“You doin’ it. Next time I see you, you gon' be bigger than me. What you got there?” 

Terry blinked twice, trying to think through a response as Mr. Ellis stared back at him before finally sputtering out a response. “A-a pie! Sorry. It’s a pie from my mama. She sent me over here to drop it off and say Merry Christmas.”

“And that,” Mr. Ellis asked pointing at the gift adorned in the pretty orange bow.

“A gift for Patrice. Is she home? I know she said she would probably be at the store with her mom, but I can wait. Or I-I cou-”

“Calm down,” Mr. Ellis laughed as he stepped aside with the door pushed open wider than before. “She’s in here helping her mama set the table. Come on. She’ll be happy to see you.”

A deep breath that created a white cloud in front of his face calmed Terry’s nerves as he moved past Patrice’s father into the house. He didn’t need directions past the wall of family photos, down the hallway, and into the living area. In four years, he’d spent entire days lazing around that house. He’d shared Sunday dinners at her kitchen table, taken naps on her bedroom floor, and played video games with her younger brother on the living room couch. This was as much his hang-out spot as his own house in his mind. 

Christmas music crackled and popped from the worn record player on a bookshelf full of Black literature, the object flanked by his two favorite photos of Patrice. He gave the framed memory of her fifth birthday party a glance and a soft smile like he usually did before making his way into the kitchen. 

“Baby Girl and Ros, the Richmond boy brought us a pie this morning,” Leon announced on his way through the living room and out of the back door to return to his turkey frying duties.

“A pie! How sweet!” Terry’s introduction made Patrice whip her head around to get a look at her surprise visitor. He offered her a small wave and smile that she returned as Rosalyn approached to give him a warm hug. “Look at you! Have you gotten taller since the school year started?” 

Rosalyn had watched Terry grow from a boy into a young man. Once lanky, slender arms now carried budding muscles and extra weight. The first fuzz of facial hair carefully shaved per his father’s instructions left light shadows. His voice was deeper and smoother than the once cracking alto of his youth. Changing mannerisms had him looking more sure of himself. His development alongside Patrice’s presented further reminders that the only thing certain in this life was the passage of time. She’d never be prepared but embraced it all the same. 

“A little bit. Think I’m at 6’3” now,” Terry boasted, smiling at the newest adjustments in his measurements.

“Six-three! I know your mama can’t keep a lick of food in the house,” she laughed. “You made your decision on college yet?” 

“Not yet. Still considering trying to walk on at A&T. I feel like I’ll like it there.”

Rosalyn smiled, knowing the reason for his switch from UNC Chapel Hill. “Well, that’s good. You and Patrice work well together. You can keep each other on track.” 

“I keep myself on track, mama. Terry too when his head gets all up in the clouds.” 

“She helped me study one time and now she think she my teacher.” 

“You a one-time lie and you know it.” 

Terry’s infectious toothy grin spread to Patrice from across the room, creating a spark almost tangible enough for Rosalyn to reach out and grab. She noticed the emergence of shy glances and extra physical contact where senseless bickering once lived. Knees that occasionally touched while they watched movies on the couch were now shoulders pressed tightly together in the backseat after school without shame. When they weren’t in the same room, cell phones remained pressed to listening ears as they ran down chats about everything and nothing at the same time. Their trajectory was clear. 

More conversations about hormones, love, and the perils of unprotected sex than Rosalyn could count had been passed down individually and as a pair with no care for their obvious discomfort. Both sets of parents could only pray that their children retained at least some information to use when the inevitable took place.

“So, the pie,” Rosalyn pointed out, cutting through the open display of affection. “What kind is it? Smells good!” 

Terry blinked twice to pull his eyes away from Patrice to look at her mother. “Uh, pecan. My mama’s special recipe.”

“Really! That’s Patrice’s favorite. What a coincidence.” 

Terry’s ears slowly turned red as he tried to laugh off Rosalyn’s observation. She winked at him and pulled the dessert from his hands, careful to return the gift on top before making her way to the food table.

Patrice nervously shifted her weight as she leaned against the counter for her first break of the morning, now hyperaware of how her body looked with a set of blue-green eyes following her every move. 

They’d matched unintentionally. Terry’s red sweater complimented Patrice’s white one with both teenagers sporting black bottoms to top off festive looks. Searching for something, anything to say, Patrice pointed at his head. 

“You decided to stop growing your hair out?” 

Terry ran a hand down the back of his fresh fade. “Yeah. My dad was on me about it. Said I looked like a hoodlum. I don’t even know what that means but I guess I don’t really need the extra cushion for the helmet now anyway.”

“Well, my opinion probably doesn’t matter, but I think it looks nice. I’ll miss the widow's peak, though. It was cute.” 

A twinkle of happiness flashed across Terry’s eyes, making his cheeks rise into a proud smile. The haircut was staying. No doubt about it.

“Thank you,” he spoke quietly, still processing the tingles rolling across his body. “You, um…you want some help? My mama showed me how to set a table. Fork on the left, right?” 

Rosalyn watched the pair watch each other with a knowing smile on her face as Terry took slow steps across the kitchen toward Patrice. He didn’t come there to set the table for a family he didn’t belong to. He came to spend a few minutes of stolen time with the only person worth existing in his small world. 

She stopped him before he could get too far. “That’s sweet of you, baby, but I don’t need too many people in my kitchen. P, you can take him to your room. You know to leave that door open. Don’t have me come back there and I can’t see what y’all are doing.”

Neither Terry nor Patrice needed the reminder but ensured they showed their understanding with head nods and verbal agreement. They’d been down this road plenty of times. Leave the door half open, answer when called, and keep your hands to yourself. The first two were easy. Resisting the desire to touch became more difficult as the days flew by. 

Patrice led the way down the hallway toward her room, making small talk before holding the door open for him to enter. The sunny orange and yellow motif hadn’t changed much since they hung out for the first time. Posters and photos of her favorite artists still lined the wall beside her bed. The sunflower plushie she called Sunny rested in its usual spot at the top of her dresser. His favorite spot in the house, a soft yellow beanbag, was empty and awaiting his arrival. He took a deep breath to inhale the birthday cake candle she kept burning on her nightstand before sliding his shoes and coat off to place them in their designated spot. 

She kissed her teeth as she flopped on the bed. “You gon’ stop havin’ your toes out in here.” 

“I should start charging you. People would pay good money to see these. Even in socks!”

“Oh yeah right. People like who? That Cierra girl in 11th grade?” 

“Here you go,” Terry groaned from his spot on the bean bag. He flipped through a random magazine beside him to avoid eye contact. “I don’t like that girl. We just hang out because Xavier talks to her friend and he be needin’ back up sometimes.”

“No way. She was wearing your jacket.”

“She took my jacket out of Zay’s car to be funny and I got it back as soon as I could find her.”

“Say swear.”  

The ultimate test. Saying swear was their way of ensuring the other was telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth. 

Terry looked up from the pages of Seventeen Magazine to look Patrice in the eye and confirm his statement. “Swear. She kinda annoying, honestly. Nice girl, but all she ever wants to talk about is reality TV and school drama.” 

“Ooooh. Terry likes a little substance in his conversations, huh,” Patrice laughed, exaggerating her words to mimic their creative writing teacher. “Let me find out you’re out here discussing Of Mice and Men without me. I’m gonna have to put my hands on you.” 

Terry scoffed at her threat. “Yeah, right. Plus, you talk about stuff without me all the time. I heard about you and Robert Mitchell kickin’ it after winter formal.” 

“That’s not what happened!” 

“Let me know what happened then.”

It was Patrice’s turn to explain herself. What started as a night between mixed friend groups turned into Terry sneaking looks at his best friend while she engaged with a guy that he frankly didn’t think was smart enough for her. He’d never share how it made him feel outside of light jabs to be annoying. 

He waited for her to stop chewing her bottom lip and respond. 

“Rob doesn’t like me. He just wanted to see if he could convince me to sneak off with him to the parking lot which I didn’t do. So he left me alone and I rode back with Vicky to spend the night. Nothing to see there, as always.” 

Terry took in her truth with equal parts sadness at the circumstance and anger at the young man bold enough to cause her pain.

“Dang, Treece, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it went like that. Want me to talk to him?” 

Patrice adjusted to sit in front of Terry at the edge of the bed. She kicked her feet as she played with her painted thumbnails. “No. I wasn’t even supposed to tell anybody. Plus, we both know that you don’t talk. Don’t need you getting in trouble because of me. Thanks, though.” 

“You don’t gotta thank me.” He was still gonna have words with Robert when he got the chance, but that was for him to know and Patrice to never find out. Trying to shift the energy, he pretended to use her fuzzy sock-covered feet as a speed bag to get a rise out of her. She rolled her eyes but allowed him to continue. “Wanna see your gift now or should I put it under the tree?”

“I’ll open mine but you gotta open your’s first? Deal?” 

“Deal.”

Terry chuckled as he watched her prance to her closet and back with an excited smile dimpling her cheeks. In her hand, she carried two gifts of differing sizes. They were expertly wrapped in shiny festive paper and a Carolina blue bow so that there was no mistaking who was the lucky recipient. 

She reclaimed her spot on the bed, setting the smaller of the two packages beside her before handing the other to Terry to grasp with two hands. “Okay, do this one first! Hurry!” 

“Alright, alright! Calm down.” Terry made a show of slowly peeling tape and wrapping paper from the large, flat object for no other reason than to watch Patrice squirm impatiently. She tried to rush him along but he wouldn’t give in. 

Their smiles grew in tandem once Terry ended his torture and revealed a framed pristine Francis Edward High School football jersey. 

He used his index finger to trace out the letters stitched to form his last name behind the glass. “How’d you get this?” 

“Coach Robinson let me have it for tutoring his daughter in Spanish. Then my auntie did the letters for free. Look at the pictures!”

Shock at seeing his name printed on a jersey for the first time distracted him from the small collage of photos neatly placed beside it. A picture from his senior night sat next to a photo from his record-setting game as a junior. Another capturing a game-winning touchdown had him reliving the memory in full color. But his favorite, a snapshot of them being crowned homecoming king and queen at midfield, made him smile. 

“Do you like it,” Patrice asked, her eyes wide and expectant as she waited for some indication of his feelings. “You can take all the stuff out if you want. This just seemed better to put on your wall at home.”

“I like it a lot, Treece. Never thought I’d have my own jersey. Especially now that the scholarships aren’t coming.” Terry looked over the gift for a few seconds more before giving her smiling face his full attention. “Thank you. Mean it.” 

She pushed her hair behind her ear and shrugged. “You’re welcome. Mean it.” They sat there, grinning and staring back at one another in silence until Rosalyn called their names for one of her periodic checks. They responded promptly before Patrice attempted to get them back on track. “C’mon. Open the last one!” 

“If I would’ve known we were going all out, I would’ve done more,” Terry spoke, preemptively apologizing for coming up short as he peeled away the crinkling paper. Patrice waved him away. They weren’t in competition. If anything, she’d gone too far in her pursuit of his happiness. 

A final rip of wrapping paper unveiled a small gift box with his name scribbled across it. He carefully lifted the lid and then closed it once he caught a glimpse of its contents. His face began to flush with incoming emotions. 

Nestled inside a plastic key chain was a photo of Terry and his maternal grandmother. His summer had been filled with dread that she may not make it through her sickness to end the year, a fear that was realized before the school year began. He’d all but camped out on her bedroom floor in complete silence, desperately searching for some reprieve from funeral arrangements and repast activities at home. 

For Patrice, it was a no-brainer to use some of her babysitting money to take a photo she’d nabbed from his MySpace profile and turn it into a keepsake. 

Terry stilled himself with a deep breath. “You’re nice when you wanna be.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re my friend and you were sad. It’s the least I could do.”

“Thanks. For real,” he whispered, holding eye contact a little longer before pointing at her gift. “Your turn. It’s only one box but there’s a lot in it. And don’t judge my wrapping skills.” 

“Too late! This bow is super cute though. I’m gonna stick it to Sunny.”

Patrice ripped through messy silver paper, discarding scraps at her feet her that Terry gathered into a small pile to throw away later. She popped the top on a white garment box and then squealed as she pulled a folded sweater from inside. 

Future Aggie. He thought the grey, blue, and yellow sweatshirt would be a fitting gift for someone finally realizing their dream of attending college. Patrice rushed to press the garment against her chest as she looked at herself in the mirror hanging on her closet door. 

She twisted and turned to see all her angles. “I’m wearing this to school on the first day back. Thank you, TJ!” 

Her announcement created a rush of emotions bursting in all directions. Something he’d purchased adorning her body? What a sight. What a feeling. 

The surprises and elated responses continued. A new journal and pens for her to use at her leisure earned him a high five. A bottle of Hollister body mist that she fawned over on one of their many trips to the mall received a wide smile and a few sprays on her new sweater. But her favorite was the gift that cost him nothing but time. 

A CD with “For Patrice” written in thick marker and Terry’s slanted handwriting caught her attention. Try as she might, Patrice couldn’t get him to spill the beans about the disc’s contents, instead pushing her to pop it into her dusty boombox and press play. 

“Uh, this is kinda weird. Recording my own voice for a CD. Feel like I should start rappin’ or something.” Patrice smiled as Terry’s voice flowed through the speaker like a late-night radio host. He listened with his eyes closed, too embarrassed to watch her reaction in real-time. “This is for you, though, Treece. Just in case we never see each other again after high school, I hope these songs are enough to remember me by. If not then all this shit was for no reason and just pretend it never happened. I’m gonna stop talkin’ now. Hope you like it.”

His introduction flowed into a collection of songs that they considered their shared favorites. 

Terry spoke up over J. Cole’s ‘Dollar and a Dream II’. “It’s for when you’re in the car and stuff since you said you hate listening to the radio. I figured you could listen to a little mix of stuff you like instead.” 

“You know I’m gonna bring this everywhere with me now, right? My mama’s car, your car, everywhere! It’s great.”

“That’s like three compliments in a row. You getting soft on me,” he laughed. “I’m wearing you down.” 

“Why can’t you ever just let the nice things happen without saying something? I’m startin’ to think you like makin’ me mad. You sick in the head, TJ.”

Justin Timberlake, T.I., and everything in between told the story of moments spent together, inside jokes, and unspoken feelings that flowed through romantic lyrics. While they listened to track after track as background music to their winding conversation, minutes turned into hours. 

Terry had seen all of Patrice’s other gifts, taken pictures on her brand-new digital camera, taste-tested a few pieces of her aunt’s pound cake, and found time to play a few rounds of the newest Dragon Ball Z game with Junior without the passage of time ever registering in his brain. 

In Junior’s dark, dingy cave he called a bedroom, Patrice and Terry sat next to each other on the floor half paying attention to the television while her brother played video games and half fiddling with the directions and pieces from his newest Lego set. 

Leon knocked twice and poked his head into the room with the family phone in his hand. “Son, your mama’s on the phone. She said she’s been calling your cell phone looking for you.” 

Terry’s eyes widened at the realization that he’d left the small device in his coat pocket across the hall. He scrambled to his feet, limbs flailing and socks twisting as he rushed to grab the phone from Mr. Ellis before the older man stepped away to tend to other business. 

“Ma, I’m sorry!” 

“Terrence James, if you weren’t somewhere that I know for a fact is safe, I would kill you! What goes on between those ears of yours?”

Patrice winced at the non-stop yelling coming from the other end while Terry tried to listen with a poker face. She couldn’t make out all the details of his incoming punishment, but she could tell by the way the call ended that he wouldn’t be enjoying time away from home any time soon. 

Terry hung up and bit his bottom lip as he turned to Patrice. 

“How bad?” 

He shrugged. “Not that bad. She was just worried. I do have to go soon though. My uncle will be here in like 10 minutes.” 

“I mean I didn’t wanna have to be the one to kick you out, but…”

Their loud laughter at Patrice’s joke was enough to get them unceremoniously ousted from Junior’s bedroom with the door shut tight behind them before they could fully re-enter the hallway. Patrice followed Terry back into her room and watched him gather his belongings.

“My cousin Imani is coming later today. I wish y’all could’ve met each other. She’s silly like you.” 

“Yeah,” Terry questioned as he tied his sneakers. “Maybe I could try and come over tomorrow?” 

“That’s okay. You’re already in trouble. I don’t wanna make it worse. Maybe we can all hang out for Spring Break or something.” Terry looked up from his task to smile at Patrice until she mirrored his expression while rolling her eyes. “What are you smiling at?” 

“You.” 

“Why? What did I do?” 

“Just be you.”

Terry wished there was a mistletoe somewhere in the room to aid his cause. If only there were a reason to press his lips to hers as the cherry on top of the scariest confession he’d ever made. Or near confession. He couldn’t tell if his words had made the desired impact until Patrice slowly shook her head. 

She began laughing as she handed over his coat. “You sure you don’t wanna switch your major from math to English since you always talkin’ in riddles?” 

“I know what I be sayin’, you just don’t know,” he laughed to play off his blunder. 

“That completely defeats the purpose of a conversation.”

Patrice waited until he was finished securing the zippers and buttons on his coat before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. Terry stood stunned for a beat, too caught off guard to reciprocate her affection until a switch flipped in his brain to snap him back into reality. 

He jammed his one hand into his pocket while his free arm snaked around her waist to avoid breaching an unspoken boundary. 

“Thanks for coming here this morning. Gift or not, it was fun to have you around,” she spoke over his shoulder. 

He smiled though she couldn’t see. “I know how much you love Christmas so, of course. It was fun being around. I like being with you.” 

Terry held his breath as Patrice slowly pulled away for a look at his face. Her eyes scanned for some indication that he was telling a joke or simply being annoying but found nothing but sincerity in those intense blue-green eyes she’d learned to read. 

A glimpse at his lips made her subconsciously run her tongue over the bottom of her set. Her heart raced. His hand slowly exited his pocket to find a home on her hip. They leaned forward in sync, both of them closing their eyes for whatever came next. 

“Terrence! Your uncle is outside! Get your stuff, baby!” 

Though she couldn’t possibly know the magic unfolding in her daughter’s bedroom, Rosalyn had successfully thwarted an attempt to further break the third rule. 

The pair repelled like opposite ends of a magnet until they were back at their respective ends of the room. Patrice pretended to take an interest in the purses hanging on the back of her door while Terry quickly gathered his gifts. 

He fumbled with the packages on his way out of the door, timidly inching past Patrice in hopes that she would speak to him one more time. 

“See you later.”

“I guess I should go.” 

Words overlapped in a harsh head-on collision, making them both shrink away in embarrassment. Terry chucked and took the lead. “Ladies first.” 

Patrice adjusted the hood on his coat and smiled. “I was just gonna say Merry Christmas, TJ. I hope you got everything you wanted.” 

“Merry Christmas, Treece. This is probably the best one I’ve ever had. Even if my mama is gonna rip my head off when I get home.”

“She definitely will. I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

Patrice didn’t respond with words. She offered him a sweet smile as her thumb brushed stray cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Another holler of his name from the kitchen forced him out of her orbit and back into the cold with Patrice hot on his heels. 

She bid him farewell from the front door, watching until the champagne-colored Honda was out of sight and Terry was just the faint smell of cologne far too adult for him on her sweater and the memory causing goosebumps on her arms. 

When Patrice turned to finally retreat back into her room, Rosalyn stood at the threshold smiling at her daughter.

“You two have fun?”

Patrice put her head down to hide the wide smile spreading across her face as she sped past her mother. “It was okay. Did Auntie Mae make the mac and cheese yet? I’m gonna get some.”

“Make sure you wash those hands, young lady,” she called after Patrice. 

The spice of expensive cologne left a trail of secrets in her wake. Rosalyn inhaled deeply and shook her head. 

They’d need a refresher on the rules before New Year’s Eve.

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All in | Chapter 13

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: you notice a familiar pattern of how things tend to go in your life.

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings.

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Felix isn’t there when you wake up. 

You aren’t exactly surprised but you can’t say it doesn’t sting a little bit. You were hoping to wake up in his arms, staring dreamily at his inhuman delicate features before you had to face reality. 

He did, however, leave you a note. 

‘Dear sunshine,

Thank you for last night. I’m sorry I had early morning business to attend to. I would keep you in my arms all day if I could. You are my everything.

LF.’ 

You suppose that makes things a little better. With a stretch, you get out of bed and take a shower. Your body feels surprisingly good, only a little sore from yesterday’s activities but overall pretty content. Your heartbeat flutters in your chest. In just the past 24 hours, you have gotten a chance to see your sister and explain yourself as well as get with the man that has been tempting you with his tantalizing sex appeal for weeks. Life is pretty good. 

Things around the house are surprisingly domestic. You see yourself fitting in a little bit too comfortably. You watch more reality TV and romcoms than you probably should. You train with Changbin and Felix, and sometimes Jisung will take you outside to practice shooting in the makeshift-range. You sit and read in Hyunjin’s room while he paints, sitting in comfortable silence. You help Jeongin sort through his closet and try to deny when he wants to give you hand-me-down jewelry much more expensive than you’re worth. You deny Bang Chan’s proposal for another date, feigning sickness under his careful eye. 

You and Felix sneak touches when nobody is watching. Some nights he sneaks into your room after dark, when you’re on the verge of sleep. You only register the scent he leaves behind on your pillow and careful kisses pressed to your forehead when he leaves before dawn, silent as a whisper. Other nights he pounds you into the mattress hard enough to make you forget your own name, drawing countless orgasms out of you until your body is spent. He knows your body as well as his own. 

Today, you play uno. 

You aren’t mad when Jisung comes barreling down the hall with alcohol in hand, fist rapping against the door and pleading at you with large eyes to come and play. You can’t deny, wouldn’t want to even if you could. 

You, Felix, Jisung, Changbin, Minho and Jeongin play the most chaotic game of uno you have ever played. Hyunjin and Chan are in his office, discussing matters far too dreary for you to want to comprehend. You wouldn’t want Chan to play anyway, as you think he would make the activity far too tense for all; you do find yourself missing Hyunjin’s presence, though. You’re not sure where Seungmin is, as he didn’t answer his door when you knocked. You sway back and forth lightly, alcohol drumming through your veins. Though you didn’t have much to drink, you can feel the buzz that makes it slightly easier to smile, especially when Jeongin picks up twelve cards. 

Minho targets Changbin, constantly skipping his turn which makes him groan louder and louder each time. A series of giggles escape your throat and you find that you’re truly, pleasantly enjoying yourself. 

Until shit hits the fan, of course, like it always does. 

You can tell something is wrong before anybody confirms. A tick of silence that sits unnaturally at the table before you hear the screaming.  

“Where is she!?” you hear a strangled cry. 

You find out after the fact: Nobody has ever seen Kim Seungmin lose his composure quite like he had on this night. He had always been stoic, reserved, calculating. Not one to allow himself to become overrun by emotions. This is not something that you would have inferred after seeing him in the state of disarray that he arrived in. 

In fact, it reminded you of the way you looked on the day that you arrived. 

Bruises, tears, blood. Seungmin is the whole trifecta when he limps into the kitchen soon after slamming the front door behind him hard enough to shatter the glass. You jump in your seat. The alcohol that once caused a warm, pleasurable feeling now causes you to feel nervous, unalert. You could throw it up in an instant now that it sits uneasy in your stomach, threatening to burn your esophagus.

“Seungmin?” It’s Jeongin that speaks up, standing slowly with his hands raised as if ready to calm a wild animal. Chan and Hyunjin have now joined in on the rapid development. 

“You,”  he stares, a pointed gaze in his eyes as he looks you up and down. “This is all your fault.” Everybody else is in various stages of standing and grabbing various objects, probably to stop the blood that pours out of his leg. You can’t bring yourself to stand; in fact, you’re the only one remaining seated, rooted in place at the table and frozen to the point that you can’t bring yourself to speak. The words are on the tip of your tongue, tears on the brink of falling when all you want to do is ask, ‘what have I done?’ It feels undeserving, selfish for you to cry when Seungmin is standing there, tears pouring out of his eyes as a heavy sob racks over his body. 

You realize then the nature of his injury. Seungmin has been shot, the fabric of his pants rolled up on one side to expose the skin on his calf. It’s deep, a mixed and irritated red/purple color that’s unsettling to look at, and suddenly it’s as if you’re back in that warehouse with Jungwon, trying not to stare at the wound that sat right between his eyes killing him dead. This scene is almost more gruesome, Seungmin’s own hands soaked in the substance as if he tried to put a stop to the bleeding with just his hands. The blood is everywhere, on his face as he makes to wipe away his tears, smeared on the wall that he leans against, all over the floors trailing to the kitchen. 

You do throw up this time, unabashedly. You make it to the trash can at least and you vaguely recognize a hand on your back rubbing small circles to comfort you. It’s Lee Know that holds back your hair as you retch a second time, overwhelmed by the sounds of shouting and pushing and things falling over as Seungmin goes on a rampage. 

“Heeseung shot me and it’s your fault!” you hear him cry. “I wish you never came to live with us.” Your blood runs cold as you slump to the ground, watching as Seungmin gets dragged away in order to get medical attention. 

“Heeseung…” his name escapes your lips. You want to make some sort of argument that he’s the one who’s keeping you here, that he’s the reason you’re still in this house… but that’s not true. It’s Chan. Realistically you could be halfway across the world by now with your sister and Lee Heeseung probably would never find you.

The room has since cleared out but its remnants serve as a reminder of what has just happened. You recognize Felix looping his hands under your arms, helping you up and walking with you to your room. You try not to look at the blood on your way out. 

You sway back and forth outside of your door, trying to ground yourself. Felix’s worried expression does nothing to help, though his gentle hand on your shoulder is more than welcome. 

“Felix–” 

“Seungmin used to play baseball,” he tells you, staring up at the ceiling. “He would’ve gone pro, too. When he was a senior in college he tore his ACL. It was pretty nasty, the way he described it. When things started going downhill, he found Chan. Or, rather, Chan found him. After he joined SKZ, Chan promised to pay for his surgery to repair it. It’s been years but I think he’s always been hanging onto that promise.” 

You hug Felix tight as the tears flow out of your eyes, sobbing vehemently into his arms. His hand comes to stroke the back of your head, to comfort you. 

“It’s my fault,” you whisper. “He’s right.” 

“These things happen,” Felix says as he tries to console you. “It’s part of the job description and Seungmin knew that. He’s upset but his anger is displaced. It’s not you, it’s Chan he’s really upset with. He knew that surgery was just Chan’s way of trying to get him to stay, a bargaining chip.” 

You pull Felix into your room at that moment after looking both ways, noticing that nobody is occupying the hallway. 

You practically shove him against the wall just so you can rest your head against his shoulder. 

“Felix, there’s something seriously messed up going on in this house,” you sigh. 

He doesn’t respond at first. You notice the sad, faraway gaze in his eyes and you choose to kiss it away, pushing your lips against him in a way that is soft but heavy, heavy in all that lies beneath it and what is left unspoken. His lips are pillowy against yours and you can feel every breath he takes, every soft inhale against your lips. 

The two of you walk backwards until you’re in the bathroom, your back pressed against the countertop. He lifts you up effortlessly, never removing his lips from yours. He lifts your shirt over your head, discarding his own at some point in the process. You realize his plan as he turns the faucet, turning on the shower before checking the water to make sure it’s warm. 

Gentle caresses, as if his fingertips are trying to memorize the exact way your skin feels against them. He traces every curve, presses chaste kisses against your neck before helping you up. You finish undressing and allow him to guide you into the shower. 

The warm water against your skin feels amazing, immediately washing away any traces of the scene you just witnessed. Felix falls to his knees before you and you watch as rivulets of water stream down his face. He pushes you until you lean against the shower wall for support and he grabs your leg, hooking it around his head until he has access to the thing he had been looking for. 

When Felix eats you out this time it’s gentle, exploring, and he coaxes an orgasm out of your body like it’s his second nature. His tongue against your clit, his fingers crooked inside you, you find it easy to fall apart for him. 

He stands, pressing a kiss against your head. He scrubs your body for you, washes your hair, kisses every inch of exposed skin until you’re a giggling mess. Even when the laughs turn to cries, he wipes each tear away, drying your body off with a towel and helping you get into bed. 

You realize that without him, with all the time that has passed and trauma that has racked through your body, you wouldn’t have made it this far. That you wouldn’t be this alright with the circumstances you’ve been presented with. In just a few weeks he has helped you to become stronger, to realize that you are worthy of being loved and capable of laughing even when all things go to shit. You realize at this moment that you love him. 

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Angel | Daryl x nieve! reader!

plot: Daryls pinning after naive reader

A/N: from @madzzz07097 request they had mentioned neive reader and Daryl so here's the fic for that. I loved your ideas btw thank you sooo much for requesting them! more daryl to come!

taglist: @rosecentury

(I don't condone smoking cigarettes  but for sake of story its added)

You were nieve for being just a couple years younger than Daryl, although like Beth you had been sheltered for a lot of your life. The two of you often bonded over that, the younger girl taking a strong liking to you. Maggie, after seeing her sister's fondness, also became close friends with you. Maggie and yourself were similar in age and talked constantly about their lives growing up. 

“I remember when I was 16 I snuck out, I think my dad just about lost his mind” Maggie told you, passing the cigarette back to you. 

“I didn't sneak out till I was 18, trying to go see my boyfriend. After the look on my fathers face when I jumped down from my room, I never did that again” the laughter floated through the air. It was mid afternoon and the two of you quit your working for the day to sit out and relax. The others were either working or doing the same. 

Daryl had his eyes on you from beside his bike. He had been working on it for a few hours when you and Maggie ventured out into the yard to smoke and laugh. He hated that you were smoking, he wanted to keep your youthfulness intact. 

“Y'all shouldn't be smokin” Daryl said, causing your head to turn towards the redneck. 

“Shut up D” Maggie said, causing you to laugh slightly before you saw the scowl on his face. You looked back at the cig in your hand and buried it in the ground. 

“Damn it y/n! That was the last one” Maggie cursed. Daryl's eyes were wide, shocked that you put out the cigarette. You were not the type to snap at him, nor be snarky, but for some reason he assumed you would give him shit for telling you to do something. It shocked you that you let his words flow over you and take control. 

“He's right.” you told Maggie, “Shouldn't be smoking. Not in this dead world anyways” 

“Fine! fine!” Maggie said brushing your words off, “I'll just trade for some later. Smoke without you”

“You should get Glen to go with you” you told her, causing her to jump up with a blush on her face and stomp off. Maggie was the one to give it back, not you.  

“How's your bike coming?” You asked one day. He was out in the yard working on it again. 

“It's alright,” he said. The hot sun beat down on both of you, it was obvious that Daryl was beginning to feel the effects of the hot sun.

“Want to take a break for a bit?” You asked him, His eyes glanced back up at you. Your hands were up trying to cover the rays of sun from your eyes. It wasn't helping much. Darly glanced from the bike to you and back again, slowly nodding and standing up.

“Stupid things pissin’ me off anyway,” he said. You laughed a little and turned to walk back up the hill to the prison. It had begun to get hotter as the summer threw its full force in Georgia. The hotter days meant that some of you would only work in the early mornings and leave when the height of the heat hit in the afternoon. You typically would get up early and work outside in the gardens in the morning, occasionally joined by Beth or Carl, and would wrap things up by mid-afternoon. That was when you typically would try and drag Daryl back inside to keep him from getting heat stroke. You cared for him and the big crush you had on the redneck didn't help. 

Daryl watched your back as you made the climb back to the indoors. He knew he was beginning to catch feelings for you, it didn't take much for him to feel comfortable around you. With your sweet words and comfort you offered him Darly fell hard and fast during those years at the prison. Soaking up the days you would quit your work just to pull him inside away from the sun. 

You were never the type to snap, at least not for the first couple of years Daryl knew you. Once the prison fell and everyone got split up, you grew up a bit. When you found the others again and Daryl saw you, he could see that you sharpened up a bit. You still did not snap at people, but you were better about letting people walk all over you.  

“Hey” the gruff voice of Daryl pulled you back to the harsh road that stretched in front of you. You glanced up, realising you had been gone for a bit. 

“Hey”

“You alright’?” he asked, his head tilted slightly to catch your eyes. You nodded your head. 

“Just tired” you told him, not entirely meaning just from exhaustion. You were tired of a lot of things

“Ain't we all,” he said with a laugh. “I…understand,” he said, coughing away the fake laugh and realizing you didn't need to be cheered up, you just needed someone who would understand what you were going through. No fake words. 

“I knew you would” 

“How hard was it?” the road alone, with no one there, Daryl wanted to add that last bit on the end but figured by the look on your face you knew what he meant. 

“Don't” you said harshly. Daryl looked down at you again. He was shocked he had poked a nerve. 

“That bad”

“I said dont Daryl” you rushed ahead of him, joining some of the others and keeping your head down. Darly could see that you were realising the world's hate and truths now. You were not the naive girl you were before. 

Alexandria brought out that young and free side of you again, Daryl was more than happy to see it. While Carol had her part she played for the community, Darly knew that your part wasn't faked at all. You smiled at the town's residents, helped with guard duty and were ecstatic when you could get out of the community for a few hours on a run. Daryl saw how the others looked at you, especially some of the men. You never saw it, didn't pay too much attention to the men that had lived here for years. Darly knew that even without you telling him, your eyes always focused on him. Rick had shaped up Daryl a few times since living in Alexandria reminding him of your feelings that were never hidden. It took Daryl a few weeks to piece the puzzle together with your feelings and heart eyes for the redneck. You, on the other hand, were as naive as when you first met Daryl, oblivious to his feelings and knowledge of the reciprocation. 

Daryl's constant acts to keep the other boys away slowly caught your attention. There was one day in particular that made everything clear for you. It was another day that you got to leave the confines of the Alexandrian walls to the outside world.  You were getting ready to head out with Daryl when one of the men walked over. Daryl put himself between the two of you, un-noticed by you.

“I just came to talk to her”

“Yea? Walk away” Daryl said harshly

“D” you said, putting your hand up, “What's up Flynn?”

“I wanted to talk to you alone?” “I'm sure whatever it is can be said here” you told him, “We have to head out”

“Why don't you go out with me instead?” “I'm sorry Flynn I can't,” you told him. Your face told Daryl you were uncomfortable by the man in front of you. He wanted to punch him out for making you feel that way. “No no I mean like a date, do that with me instead of…that” He said, stepping closer to you. Daryl thought you were clueless about his intentions, seeing the hungry eyes from Flynn made his own skin crawl

“Like I said i’m good” you told him, “Come on Daryl”

“Bitch, I wasn't asking” Flynn swore, almost reaching out to you. 

“She told ya know man” Daryl said, “she's mine, leave her ‘lone” and put his arm behind you pushing you towards the bike. You grabbed his hand and followed behind towards the bike, backpack in hand. 

“So I'm yours hu?” you asked. Darly stopped walking once h e was next to the bike. 

“Time you noticed” “Oh?” you asked, climbing on the bike, jousting slightly once Darly hopped on too. “Okay”

“Okay?” “What? You think I don't want to be yours?” you asked. “Nah I know you want to be,” Daryl said grinning as he took you two out of the community on your run. It was an understatement to say it was the best afternoon and day you have had in a while.

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anything quinny based on the song 'more hearts than mine' ?

More hearts than mine

Quinn Hughes x Fem! Reader

Warnings- FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Summary- Quinn’s nervous about meeting readers family in her home town

Word count- 1.3k

I can't wait to show you where I grew up

Walk you 'round the foothills of my town

Probably feel like you've been there before

After hearing all the stories I've been telling you

For six months now

Quinn Hughes is the man I’ve been talking to my family about non stop since I met him. We’d been dating for six months and since he has a game there tomorrow, I’ve convinced him to meet my family back in Raleigh. He’s been wandering around my apartment in circles for an hour, trying to talk himself up. In a way I thought it was cute how nervous he was. I reassured them that no matter what they were going to love him but no matter what I said it didn’t help.

Ever since the day we met I’ve been telling him stories from back home. How my friends from high school tease me at every given moment, how my sister flies to Vancouver every summer to visit, how my parents cook a feast every time someone visits no matter who. He knows basically every detail of my childhood, every friend, every ex, every enemy. He knows all of it. He knows the road I grew up on, the house that my parents still live in. Quinn knows about the swimming hole I used to swim in every summer and he knows about the time I started crying because a fish touched me. Which to this day, my family still jokes me for.

For me, I was deathly excited to show him where I grew up. I wanted to show him every road I rode my bike down, show him the places I’d sneak out to with my sisters. And more than anything I was excited to introduce him to my little sisters, the same little sister who have been gawking since they found out I’m dating a famous hockey player. I know my dad will like him, they share the same interest in boating. The second Quinn brought up his lake house my dad would be all in. Then my mom? Well, Quinn’s planning to buy her flowers which will win her over instantly.

We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms

Pack a shirt for church because we'll go

I'm not trying to scare you off but

I just thought that we should talk a few things out

Before we hit the road

Even with my sister’s husband, our parents make them sleep in two separate rooms. My ma says she doesn’t want anything more than a single peck under the roof of her home. Ma thinks that gods watching her and her children in everything we do. It’s sweet and I’d understand for boyfriends but husbands are a bit of a stretch, the thought makes me laugh. On Sunday mornings Ma and Pa wake us up at eight, she says it’s the lords day so we must look the best for him.

I sit Quinn down before we go to bed, his hands are practically shaking. I laugh and press a reassuring kiss to his lips. “Ma will want you to go to church on Sunday, Sunday is the day where no one can curse, argue, or even look at someone the wrong way. I packed an outfit for church in your bag just in case you forgot.” I run a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, I promise.”. We go to bed early that night, preparing for the flight with his team early in the morning. Quinn finally settles down, his face cuddled into my chest as I scratch his head with one hand and his back with the other.

If I bring you home to mama

I guess I'd better warn ya

She falls in love a little faster than I do

And my dad will check your tires

Pour you whiskey over ice and

Take you fishing but pretend that he don't like you

Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine

But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine

In the morning as we get ready I remind him that the second he brings my mom flowers that she’ll practically fall in love with him. I tell him that just because he won’t have his car with him doesn’t mean my dad won’t ask for pictures, he’ll nit pick details on it but he means well. My dad will try to get him drunk, ask him details to make sure he has a clear intent with me as his girlfriend. I remind him to act like he likes fishing even though I know he doesn’t, my dad will make him fish until he likes it. I don’t tell him all of my thoughts, though. I don’t tell him that after this trip if we were to break up, he’d break my families hearts as well.

The plane ride goes well but the nervousness got back to his system in the car ride over to my parents home. I hold his hand in mine, reminding him what I’ve told him over and over. My younger sister rings my phone and I answer. The FaceTime showing her and my other little sister. They cheer when they see me in the car and explain that my Ma and Pa are so excited to meet Quinn. They also complain about how my mom made them clean the house for him. One complains specifically that she never cares for the house to be clean when her husband visits from the army.

My sister's gonna ask a million questions

Say anything she can to turn you red

And when you meet my high school friends

They'll buy you drinks and fill you in

On all the crazy nights I can't outlive

The second Quinn and I walk through the door, my sisters run up to him and start asking questions non stop. “What’s it like being famous” and “you better win against the Hurricanes tomorrow” were my favorites, made me laugh a bit. My youngest sister, at the ripe age of twelve tells Quinn he’s the most attractive Hughes brother, no shame and just a huge grin on her face. Quinn coughs and stutters out a ‘thanks’ before staring at me wide eyed. Ma and Pa run to the door and tell my sisters to give him space. Quinn was thankful for it and cheesily smiled at he handed her the roses. Ma gawks and tells me I found a good one before she runs off to find a vase to put the flowers in, my dad introduces himself then follows short after.

Ma invited a few of my high school friends over for the day, wanting me to catch up with them. My face turned to a neat red the second they walked in. Quinn finally cracks a laugh as they sit down and start telling the most embarrassing stories about me. They tell him about the time I tripped and fell in the middle of the lunch room and had to walk around school with a huge spaghetti stain on my shirt for the rest of the day. They also tell him about how I used to bribe the jrotc kids to be disrespectful to their instructors for pure entertainment

Pa grilled steak for supper, Quinn says it’s the best he’s ever had. My dad congratulated himself for that. Ma breaks the saddening news that we’d be sleeping in different rooms, at least until my sister’s husband gets here. I silently laugh at the way my sister whines, knowing Ma never trusted her husband because he doesn’t believe in the lord. Quinn and I stand at my childhood bedroom door as we bid goodnight. “I told you they’d love you.” “I know, baby.” He kisses me goodnight. We both say goodnight and he leaves to his room.

What I don’t tell him is that if we break up, it wouldn’t only be my heart broken, it would be more hearts broken than mine.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Just wanted to write something real quick to distract myself from the extra double charge word document did to me. Switching to google docs after I move my shit.

Part of arranged marriage au I'll add the link to the series list here later.

Yan! Dion x fem! Reader

He's out of character here so fucking bad lmao but I couldn't get it out of my head.

Warnings: implied future murder, Yan themes here and there, obsessive and possessive behaviors, promises of violence, one sided love

Warnings #2: breeding (not really a kink here but servant thinks so), unprotected sex, creampie(s), mentioned of multiple rounds, slight choking, reader takes it from the back, he bites the reader and draws blood, servant guy watches not because he wants to but because he was kinda tricked and did not enjoy it.

I don't condone harmful actions and thoughts.

Minors/blank blogs/blogs that don't reblog fandom stuff dni

Written on mobile after a long talk with customer support for Microsoft that barely helped please help me before I pull my hair out. I am not having a good time.

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Once, there was a servant who quietly pin after you.

You were like a goddess to him - so vastly different from the rest of ladies and masters he's served. You were like a lost rabbit on your arrival, force smiles and light giggles, uncomfortable yet adaptable.

You barely made the mark, though.

Not that it matters- you were the sun in this clouded, polluted mess known as a 'family.' You stayed away from the means ones and kept the 'nice' ones at arms length.

You even treated Dion that way. And he treated you the same.

Didn't look your way often, or made requests to bring you to his room. As a matter of fact, he barely left his room if there were no activities he needed to partake in.

And the servant barely, if ever, sees you step out of your room too. But whenever he did catch you outside, you were in the library or having an occasional tea with either Roxana or Sierra and Maria. Whenever you were with the latter two, however, your smiles were tight and replys formal. Understandable, since Maria wasn't known for her kindness, exactly.

With Roxana, however, you would smile sweetly at times and at others you would avoid her gaze. But your admiration of her was clear as day - bright eyes and beaming smiles as you held in dreamy sighs.

There were also times you would run into Jeremy. Neither cold nor warm, the young master would tilt his head in confusion whenever you left. Why, he wonders. Did you baffle him with your personality? With how you were still sane despite living in this hellhole, married to the most brutal of all siblings, who's obsession with his younger half-sister is questionable at best.

But... Lately he hasn't been hovering over her like flies to honey lately. Must be a coincidence.

He didn't even visit your room!

Hana was the one who was appointed to serve you. He would try to sneak in a question about you here and there but her lips stayed shut. If anything, she looked at him like he was a crazed man.

After all, why is asking about a married woman? Whose husband is one of the masters, no less. It was unprofessional and dangerous.

He knew he was acting out of line but you were just so sweet compared to everyone else. You held small and short conversations with him but never mocked or ordered him around like a mindless zombie. You didn't play mind games, you were gentle with your words and occasionally laughed at his horrible jokes.

You were patient. Understanding, forgiving over the little things. Even the few times you saw lady Roxana's toy, you only offered smiles and held very brief conversations if no one of importance was around. If the servants weren't snitches. Like him, turning a blind eye because it was you.

It was risky and idiotic in hindsight. But temptation was one hell of a drug. But addictions eventually bites you in the ass as he would find out one sunny morning.

He was assigned to help you with preparations for teatime with your mother-in-law - the energetic demon known as Maria Argece.

He kept his mouth shut to not offend her, especially since she had taken a liking to you. Her eyes would beam with amusement and awe at the sight of you, possibly because you were the exact opposite of her son. The daughter she always wanted.

"Thank you for helping." You tell him, dark circles under your eyes. He bites back a frown - the sight was unslightly and a sign of poor sleep. Poor sleep means you could come down sick or even pass out if its severe enough.

He wants to tell you this but doesn't - not when lady Maria is standing right behind you, giggling as she prepares the tea cakes for you and lady Sierra.

His head would roll of his shoulders in an instant.

Still, he stayed as he was ordered to, and took a glance at you here and there. Fast enough for not anyone to notice, but long enough to admire your features. But your choice in clothing didn't make sense today.

Your neck was covered along despite it being hot day - and you don't usually wear the same types of dresses as your mother-in-law during this type of weather. Nothing as 'revealing' as lady Roxana but nothing as closed as Lady Maria.

Strange, he thought. But who was he to question your attire? You looked pretty in anything.

But the longer the tea party went on, the more and more hot holes were being stared into his back. With murderous intent no less - maybe it was someone jealous he got to spend time with you. Or one of the siblings who wanted to 'play' with him. Regardless, it made his skin burn as sweat drips down his face and neck. He tries to ignore, at first.

The first time the sensation stopped, he relaxed. Whoever it was had left, probably busy with one thing or another. But it kept coming back.

They kept coming back.

That same very day, he was told to follow another servant. It was blur.

One moment be was standing outside of Master Dion's door, and the next he was pushed by accident and fell, somehow opening the doors.

That's when he saw it.

Ass up in the air as your face was buried into the pillow, being taken by your husband. Sweat running down his back, red lines scratched into his skin. Even his arms had smaller ones.

The servant could see from the door just how damp his master's hair was - your drool soaked into the pillow as you bit it, muffling your moans. Cum was dripping from your cunt yet your husband just kept going.

Like he was a beast.

Slow strokes of his hips like he was taking your comfort into account, his toned arms caging you against the bed. His fists threatening to rip the sheets near your head as your own hands were under neath the pillow.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow and your husband was quiet save for the heavy panting and occasional degrading or teasing remarks directed at you. Those remarks only made your ass wiggle against him and whines that couldn't be properly heard ripped from your throat.

Like you were enjoying it.

Then, he sees the marks engraved onto your skin.

Bite marks and love bites that marred nearly your entire neck - even your shoulders weren't safe. The servant watches as Dion lowers his head to lick up a stripe on your neck, tasting the salty skin.

Then, he sneaks a hand to your front to gently choke you, bringing your head up. Tears streaming down your face the servant assumes that you're being forced into this -

"D-Dion, you're gonna break me, fuck!" You choke out, quivering as he nibbles your ear. "S-seriously, fu-fuck! I-I-I'm tired of w-wearing those clothes a-a-and not getting sleep!"

"It's fine," Dion raps out, hair falling over his eyes. "You can handle one more round, can't you?" The servant has never seen Dion desperate or tired yet here he is, exhaustion clear on his face and in his voice yet he refuses to stop fucking you and breed you like an animal.

Almost like he cant stop.

"No, no y-you always say that!" You argue back, and the servant sees your eyed roll to the back of your head as your husband angles his hips just right.

The hand that was holding your neck travels down your front until Dion's hand starts rubbing something he can't see. And then, with a squeal and hips stuttering, he sees you cum, squirting onto the sheets, dirting them further.

Your husband follows soon after, biting your shoulder until he draws blood, one last strong and deep stroke until he fills your cunt with his cum. The servant watches as he pulls out, the sticky white liquid following, dripping.

You become boneless, collapsing onto the mattress, worn out while dazed out of your mind.

Then, he freezes, blood turning cold.

His master locks eyes with him, murderous towards him and possessive over you, his wife.

The servant had thought the relationship between you two was distance. But he realizes something - Dion never left his room because he was breeding you or just spending time with you away from preying eyes just like his. And you? You never had a separate room to begin with.

Like swans, you two were mated for life. Obsession confused for love and naive little you just accepted it. Were you scared? Or did you genuinely wanted to be with the second worst sibling?

Dion Agerce.

He never got his answer.

Not when later that night he was dragged into the dungeon by the hair by Dion Agrece himself, no one around.

A sword was held against his eye rather than his throat.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"W-what?" The servant's blood turns cold as his eyes widen in fear. The look in his master's eyes is anything but indifference.

"I should gorge out your eyes before slicing off your head. Maybe I'll let you live for an hour or two after blinding you."

The servant realized something before Dion Agrece kept his promise -

The mad man was always obsessed with you. He was too caught up in you to notice.

[theoddcatlady]

My Brothers and Sisters Lived in a Secret Room

Growing up, I knew that my family’s arrangement wasn’t normal. As I got older, I even had an inkling that it might be wrong. But it was all I knew, and I won’t let myself feel guilty for not doing anything about it for as long as I did.

I was the only biological child of my mom and dad, I found albums stacked away in a corner of the attic. The beginnings of baby books. A picture of an ultrasound, sometimes even a happy card announcing ‘It’s a boy!’ or ‘It’s a girl!’ in blue and pink lettering. Mine was the only one who had pictures of a squishy faced infant with tangled red hair and fat lil cheeks.

My first sibling arrived when I was about four. I’d made the horrible mistake of asking Santa for a baby brother when I sat on his lap. My mother burst into tears when she heard me and I knew I’d done something horrible. When we got home, mom told daddy about it and he told me to go play in my room while they talked about it. I knew that it wouldn’t be right to ask Santa for that again.

Next week on Christmas Day though, I woke up to hear a baby cry.

I ran downstairs to the Christmas tree only to find nothing there. I was confused until I heard a cry again. I followed the sound to the basement, where the most beautiful sight met my eyes.

My daddy had built a secret room behind the bookcase. My old toys I’d grown out of were scattered on the floor, the crib repainted to look brand new. My mom sat in the rocking chair, smiling so brightly as she cuddled a baby wrapped in blue blankets.

I couldn’t breathe. It felt like a dream as I walked up to them, peering to look at his face. His face was all red from crying and a fat tear rolled down his cheek as bleary blue eyes looked back at me.

I probably almost cried. My dad came up behind me and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“Merry Christmas, Ella.”

They let me name him Robin. I can’t tell you why I picked that name, maybe watching Batman cartoons with my dad every Saturday morning had an effect on me. But Robin was the biggest secret I had to keep. I couldn’t tell all my friends at school I had a brother. If I told anyone, my dad told me that Robin would have to go away, and I didn’t want Robin to go away.

Every day after kindergarten I’d sneak downstairs and just talk with him. Once he stopped crying all the time he was a real sweetie. I’d cradle him so carefully and talk to him about my day. I was so, so happy. I didn’t think I could be any more happy.

Until I got a baby sister. My mom named her Caroline, I just called her Carol. Carol had thick dark curls and the softest skin. I loved her just as much as I loved Robin.

I got five more siblings over the years. Robin, Carol, Andrew, Andrea, Ivy, Ronnie, and Isaac. So many cute little babies. Ivy had a bit of a colic and Ronnie constantly had ear infections, but they were all little dears… well, except Isaac.

Isaac was the oddball out of the kids. He was the only little sibling that wasn’t a baby when he arrived. I was about eight when we got him. I remember my dad come back super late and hearing him walking into the basement. His shadow looked like he was carrying something and I felt a spark of joy in my chest. I knew this meant I’d have a new brother or sister come morning.

I went into the basement the moment I woke up, expecting to see my mom feeding my new sibling a bottle or for him to be kicking his lil feet while relaxing in his crib. I was shocked when I walked into the nursery and found a little boy my age, with a gag in his mouth and handcuffed to his bed.

Confused, I walked over and peeled off the gag. “Are you okay?” I asked.

The boy immediately screamed, straining against his handcuff as he attempted to struggle free. Judging by the bruises and bleeding around his wrist, he’d already tried this. Instead of trying to help him up, I tackled him, slapping my hand over his mouth. “Shut up! You’re gonna wake up our brothers and sisters!” I hissed.

My new brother responded by biting my hand. Hard.

I wailed as I ran back upstairs to my parents. My dad went downstairs to deal with my brother while my mom took extra good care to wash clean my hand and bandage it up. She explained that Isaac was troubled. It would take him time to adjust to his new home, I just had to work really hard to be a good sister.

But I was never to undo his handcuff and I was never, ever to let myself get too close. He was dangerous.

I did my best to stay out of arm’s length of Isaac. My dad had to build another room to put him in, one that was below the staircase. He wasn’t safe to keep around the babies.

I did try to befriend Isaac. For that first month or two all he’d do is lunge at me and spit or just scream in my face.

When he did start talking, it was the things I didn’t want to hear.

“My name isn’t Isaac, you know.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him speak that first time. He was quiet that day, only giving me a sullen glare. I’d decided to leave when he finally spoke up, his voice raspy from all the screaming he did.

“It’s Kevin.” He turned around to face me. “I want my real mom and dad.”

I shook my head. “But my mom and dad are now yours too,” I said. I was such a selfless child, I figured, being so willing to share my parents.

Isaac just shook his head. “No. I don’t want them. I want mine. Your dad came into my bedroom and stole me.”

“You’re a liar.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “I hate you.”

Isaac shrugged. “Just ask him. I bet he killed my mommy and daddy so they wouldn’t look for me, either,” He said.

I stormed out, slamming his door a bit hard. But what Isaac said got to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even when my dad came to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. I even almost asked him. But I couldn’t make myself face the truth.

I barely got any sleep for a week. Every time I closed my eyes all I saw was Isaac, all alone under the stairs. Thinking about his real mom and dad.

I still didn’t do anything until I overheard my mom and dad talking about getting rid of Isaac.

It was late, probably close to midnight. I still couldn’t sleep so I was going to my parent’s room to ask for something to drink when I heard them talking.

“I told you, Isaac is too old. He’s too far gone. We can’t help him,” I heard my mom.

“Give it some more time, we can still help him!” My dad sounded so desperate, so… so sad.

“I’m sorry. But this was your rule, and breaking it was never going to end well. I’ll… I’ll take care of it myself tomorrow. Take Ella out while I handle Isaac. We’ll just tell her he ran away.”

Even at my young age I knew something really bad was going to happen to Isaac. And even if I hated him, I couldn’t let that happen.

I found the key to the handcuffs, ran into the basement and ripped open the door. Isaac, no, Kevin jolted up in bed. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

I didn’t say anything, I just slid the key into the lock and freed him. Kevin gaped as he pulled his hand free. “… But why?” He asked.

“We need to go to the cops. Come on, hurry!”

I took Kevin’s hand and we snuck out the back. I held onto his hand when we ran down the street, and I kept holding on when we finally came across a cop car. Of course, seeing these tiny tykes at that time of night got his attention.

I told him everything. About the children behind the bookcase, what I heard my mother plotting. All of it.

My life was turned upside down after that. All these children my parents had taken. Just little babies that were taken from their cribs in the middle of the night, the parents awaking to find their child was gone.

Kevin was right, he was the only one whose parents had been killed. Their throats had been cut open. My dad claimed that by the time he’d gotten there Kevin’s parents were already dead, but that really didn’t hold up in court. My mom swallowed a bottle of pills before she could be tried and my dad was sentenced to life in prison.

The last time I saw him, he just patted my shoulder and told me it wasn’t my fault how this all turned out.

He hung himself that night in his jail cell.

Now I was an orphan just like Kevin.

I went into the system, which was just as shitty as it sounds. I’ve literally done everything from sleeping on the floor to showering with my clothes on because I didn’t feel safe. I bounced from house to house until a great aunt crawled out of the woodwork to save me. She really didn’t do much other than clothe and feed me but that’s all I needed. By then I was fourteen, I could basically take care of myself.

The last thing she did for me was make sure I got my childhood home back. I know it’s fucked up, considering what went down there, but my heart ached whenever I passed it. No one ever bought it. The yard was unkempt, windows gathered dust and paint began to peel. But my aunt, penny pincher that she was her whole life, had saved enough to give me all I needed to scoop it off the market.

I’ve spent the last month cleaning up the place. It’s actually starting to look like a home, and it was only two nights ago that I stumbled across those old albums I told you about.

There was another one though, for all the kids my parents abducted. It was hidden behind a fake panel in the wall, I only found it because I accidentally kicked the damn thing. I contemplated just leaving it there. A part of my past I didn’t need to dig up.

But I went through it anyway… and there was so much I actually didn’t remember.

I didn’t remember that Robin’s eyes glowed ultraviolet in the dark. I didn’t remember that Andrew and Andrea never slept. I didn’t remember how Carol sprouted a mouth full of needle like teeth and had leathery wings jutting from her back. I didn’t remember that Ivy had patches of pale blue scales breaking up her otherwise dark skin. I didn’t remember that Ronnie’s ears came to a slender point and that he had a second set of near transparent eyelids. Kevin seemed normal, maybe, but now I’m not so sure. When I think of his hands, I remember how each fingertip ended in a sharp, bone claw.

I’ve not slept since then. I’ve stayed up to research those kids, my little brothers and sisters. In the news footage they looked normal enough… almost. If you squint you could almost see Ivy’s scales or Ronnie’s ears not looking right. But then you blink and they just look like normal little kids.

I’ve dug up their fates. They all went back to their families. But all their families are now all dead and have been for a while. Ivy’s family drowned, that much I confirmed. I think Ronnie’s dad just never woke up. The others I’m still researching.

And Kevin? His foster parents had their throats cut out one night. He’s never been seen since.

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 02: Mother‘s Smothering Love

The spell of the stars faded as the crimson morning dawned. In the red glow and the last light of the lanterns, Odette stalked around the gated Carmine compound with her sister in close tow. Towering bars blocked their way onto the grounds, cameras from the security system rotated and through reddish lenses their mother kept a watchful eye over hell outside her gates.

"Hurry!" Odette demanded of her sister. No cameras could catch the two shadows, which squeezed with practiced ease through the concealed gap between heavy iron and slipped swiftly alongside the walls of the mansion.

Their mother hadn't been back from work for dinner last night, hopefully she had fallen asleep at her desk in her office. Odette prayed to Lucifer before slowly, without a sound, lifting the unlocked living room window. Carefully, she climbed through the opening. Her boots landed silently on the parquet floor before she helpfully held her hand out to her sister.

"We're like ninjas, aren't we?" Clara heaved herself over the windowsill with a heavy groan. Her voice slurred by intoxication, the strong smell of cigarette smoke in her hair and her vision hazy. Her balance wavered and fatigue gnawed at her consciousness. If her sister's warm hands hadn't grabbed her by her shoulders and stopped her fall, she would have smashed nose first onto the parquet floor.

"Keep it down!" Odette whispered annoyed, while Clara staggered to her feet. She looked around anxiously and adjusted her glasses on the tip of her nose again and again, a nervous habit.

"Excuse me, my dearest sister, I'm really desperately trying my best here..." Clara protested indignantly.

Suddenly the ceiling lights above their heads sparked to life with an electric crackle.

"Oh, shit!" Clara cursed as the two sisters flinched in shock at the sight of their mother.

Carmilla Carmine, heavy dark circles under her eyes and a dangerously smoldering stare, stood in the doorway with a cup of tea in her hands. "Clara, language… That's a choice of words you know I won't tolerate in my house..." she admonished her youngest daughter. The calm tone of her voice was deceptive, her words trembled with a subliminal anger on her tongue.

"Excuse me, Mom..."

Porcelain hit wood. Tea spilled over the brim and the spoon thumped as Carmilla put her cup down. The stern scowl on her face turned to stone. With both arms crossed in front of her chest, she stood in front of her daughters. "Where have you two been all night?"

Clara and Odette hung their heads in shame. Silence fell over them.

"I expect an answer from you," Carmilla demanded. "Where have you two been all night?" she repeated her question.

"We were just at a party..." whispered Odette. She felt Clara's hand searching blindly for hers and grabbed it. With their heads hung low and their eyes fixed on the parquet floor, the two sisters avoided meeting their mother's eyes. "Nothing's happened..."

"Nothing happened, really?" Carmilla cocked her eyebrows cynically. "I come home from a hard day's work in the middle of the night, only to have to worry about my irresponsible daughters the next minute. Your two beds, empty! The whole house, deserted! The living room window, open! I've tried calling you a hundred times, but I've not been able to reach any of you! Do you understand how worried I've been about you?"

"We..." Clara sighed sourly. "I mean, I... I didn't think you'd be home so early. I thought you were going to spend the night at the company, night shift or whatever, and I really wanted to have some fun while you were away... You... You can't punish Odette for sneaking out of the house too, Mom. She was at the party to get me back."

"Who’s party was that?" Carmilla asked her youngest daughter.

Clara shook her head. "Not important!" she claimed.

"Who’s party was that?"

"It was..." Clara hesitated. She glanced towards her sister for help. "It was a party of the three Vees..."

Carmilla gently massaged her aching temples, a migraine and her sleepiness starting to catch up with her.

Why did it had to be a party of the three Vees, those inane and smug gangster wannabes?

"And neither of my two daughters thought to call me or leave me a note with a message? Anything?"

"We didn't think you'd be home so early, Mother..." Odette repeated her sister's words.

"This isn't a fun game," Carmilla lectured her daughters. "This is Hell. You two are my daughters, the daughters of an Overlord. Do you realize the risk?" She closed her eyes and groaned gloomily, Clara and Odette nodding their heads in remorse. Carmilla's gaze softened as she pulled her two daughters into a tight hug, worry still lingering in her eyes. "Listen you two, I know I made many mistakes during my lifetime and one of those mistakes caused you and I to lose our lives. I am infinitely sorry and I promised you, as your mother, that I would protect you from all harm in Hell, but how am I supposed to protect you if you sneak out and disappear into the depths of Hell and to a party of the three Vees? I definitely expected better judgment from you..."

"I know... We are sorry, Mother."

"We'll never sneak out without a word again, Mom," Clara promised.

"I hope so for your sake..." Skeptically, she looked her two daughters up and down. Lines of worry creased her forehead, her glowing eyes pierced her daughters strictly. "Now you two will tell me everything about what happened at the Vees' party tonight. I want to know all of it and no lies, I will know immediately if my daughters are lying to me."

An obedient nod from Clara and Odette followed.

"And... And then Odette kissed Velvette!" Clara finished her story with wild gestures.

"Clara!" complained Odette. "Tell me, are you insane-"

"Odette!" Carmilla interrupted her in disbelief. She stared at her oldest daughter in shock. "You did what?" she demanded to know. Odette had to repeat her sister's sentence, because at that moment she didn't trust her own ears or own mind. Maybe she had misheard, because otherwise she would surely go crazy. "You kissed Velvette?" Shock slowly gave way to anger in her voice.

"No!" Odette quickly shook her head. Caught in the crosshair of her mother's question, she raised her hands. "I swear, it really wasn't a big deal. It wasn’t a kiss, it was just a quick peck on Velvette's cheek..."

"I don't care about that! I know Velvette well enough. Velvette is an insolent brat, and I don't want my daughter getting involved with someone like her. It's bad enough that you two snuck out, but then this kiss? Obviously I can't trust your judgment at all, Odette," Carmilla yelled. Carmilla usually never yelled. Anger burned in her eyes, flames flickered and the red dawn fell upon the living room.

"Please, you're overreacting, Mother!", Odette tried desperately to defend herself. "That kiss was meaningless, it was really nothing... She helped me and I thanked her..."

"No, I'm not overreacting. The Vees are definitely dangerous, and I don't want my daughter anywhere near Velvette! Velvette would never help anyone without an ulterior motive..." Carmilla inhaled. "This discussion is over..." she decided, "Go to your rooms and to bed. I don't want to hear any backtalk or a single word from you about Velvette for now. We'll talk more about this later this afternoon after the Overlord meeting... When we've all calmed down..."

"Yes, Mother..." sighed Odette.

Silently, the sisters slipped out of the living room under their mother's stern gaze.

"I'm so sorry..." sputtered Clara.

Chapter 03:

[renee-writer]

Love Comes First Chapter 5

AO3

“Some lass.” The younger girl shrugs.

 

“That is all you know?”

 

“Tabby, let her be. She is only four. She can’t be expected to know everything about James mystery lass.”

 

“Da and mama are talking to him about her. It sounds serious.”  Leah continues to report.

 

“Serious. You don’t think?”

 

“No way!”

 

“What?” Leah tugs on Faith ‘s elbow.

 

“You’re to young to know.”

 

“Hmph. But not to young to spy. I am going to color. You can spy on your own.” She hurries away.

 

“We need to find out.” Their baby sister ‘s emotions are dismissed without a second thought as they slip out and head towards the stairs.

 

“Alright. Just make sure they are on their best behavior please.”

 

“We know this is important.”

 

“She could be our daughter -in-law. They will behave.” Mama adds. The eavesdroppers exchange looks before slipping back in their room.

 

“Oh my!” Faith whispers. Her eyes are wide and her hand partially covers her mouth.

 

“If they are getting married, that means…”

 

“It has too, right?”

 

Nothing like this has ever happened in their family. All the children are raised, from the cradle, to follow God’s laws. Sex is for marriage, period. The idea that their big brother has broken that rule and got… it is overwhelming.

 

“He is still in grade 12. How will he take care of a wife and baby?” Tabby wonders.

 

“Mama and da will help. They may even live here.” This thought brings excitement and trepidation. They are both old enough to remember having a newborn in the house. Leah isn’t that old.

 

“No matter what, we will help.”

 

“Right,” Tabby adds, “he is our brother.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

They were so engrossed  in their conversation, they didn’t hear them come in.

 

“You two should be in bed.”

 

Leah rolls her eyes at her big sister, who is always acting like a second mama.

 

“So, what are you talking about?” Peter asks.

 

“You’re to young to know. Go to bed.” The two youngest share a look.

 

“Alright.” Peter takes Leah’s  hand.

 

“No listening outside the door.” Tabby adds. They watch them deflate, their shoulders dropping.

 

“What do you think it’s about?”

 

“Boys.”  Peter is old enough to understand that his two big sisters are all about the lads. He doesn’t understand why.

 

“Maybe,” Leah grins knowing she knows something he doesn’t, “or maybe it is about James’ girlfriend. He was talking seriously with mama and da about her.”

 

“Really, hmm.  Maybe. He is almost a man grown and might be thinking about marriage.”

 

She pulls a face. “Why would be want to do that?”

 

He shrugs. “Beats me.”

 

“Mama,” it is the next morning and the other children are at school, “is James marrying his lass?”

 

Claire stops washing the breakfast dishes and turns to her.  “Were you sneaking around?”

 

“Some,” she shrugs, “Faith and Tabby asks me too.”

 

Claire sighs. She will have a talk with her older daughters. 

 

“Leah, it isn’t nice to listen in on private conversations.”

 

“Sorry mama,” she hugs her side, “is he?”

 

“Not right now.”

 

“Please God,” she adds in her head, “I know Jamie and I weren’t  much older when we were engaged still…”

 

She almost hears Him chuckling. Now she knows what her own parents felt, her in- laws.

 

“What is it Mama?”

 

“A funny thought. Would you like to talk to Mimi and Pops?”

 

The little girls face lights up. “Aye please!”

 

Her parents live in London. The children don’t see them as often as the Frasers.

 

She picks up the phone and calls home.

 

“Claire, darling!” She smiles at hearing her mum’s voice.

 

“Mum. Leah and I were just thinking about you and dad, decided to ring you.”

 

“What is wrong?”

 

“Nothing is wrong, we just…”

 

“Claire Elizabeth, what is it?”  She has never been able to hide anything from her.

 

“I am worried about James. He meet a girl and has fallen head over heels in love with her. She is nice but…”

 

“You worry because this girl is a stranger to you, taking your son away. Am I close?”

 

“Yes. Is that how you and dad felt?”

 

“It was and we just had you. Still it all worked out.”

 

Leah tugs at her. “Mama, I want to talk to Mimi.”

 

“Thank you mum. Here’s Leah.” As she listens to her baby talk to her mum, she smiles. God has her son. It will all work out.

[elsandifer]

The Monkey Island videogame series?

When my sister was born—so when I was ten—my uncle bought me a lizard for Christmas. The idea was that I was presumably going to be feeling jealous after ten years of being an only child, and so I could use a pet. This was, however, not an especially popular move with… anyone really. I thought the lizard was vaguely neat (I named him Iggy), but he wasn’t exactly the most social pet—about all you could do with him is poke him and make it dart around his tank. Also, he ate live crickets, which had a certain gory fun to it but was a bit much. My mother, meanwhile—who had not been consulted on this gift plan at any point—found him terrifying and was constantly afraid he’d gotten out whenever she was out of bed in the night, which was a lot what with the newborn daughter and all.

A couple of months later, I wake up one morning and Iggy is dead. Distinctly the wrong color, laid out over his little heated rock unmoving, no matter how much I poked him or how many crickets I threw in. Blatantly dead. So I do what anyone would do and burst into tears. My father was out of town for some reason, and I tore into my mother’s room sobbing that Iggy died. (I distinctly remember this sounding vaguely like an accusation, as if I were tattling on him.)

My mother, a sensible woman who correctly assessed the lack of shits I actually gave about this lizard, went into the Rainy Day Closet and gave me a copy of The Secret of Monkey Island, which I quickly installed and got myself lost in until the afternoon, at which point Iggy awoke from his torpor and I burst into tears a second time, even more upset that my lizard had resurrected himself than I had been that he’d died.

We ended up donating Iggy to the pet store shortly thereafter, and I happily played through the rest of The Secret of Monkey Island. The insult swordfighting was a highlight I remember to this day, along with the hilarious sequence in which you sneak into the governor’s mansion (or something similar) and watch as the game auto-inputs various increasingly ludicrous commands and various things happen unseen behind the wall you’re sneaking through.

Never played another one though.

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Three

Wednesday 10:30 PM

September 25, 1996

I was in my room reading when I heard something out on the roof. I set my book down and walked over to my window. I peaked my head out and saw Billy walking across to get to Sidney’s room. “What’cha doin, Romeo?” He jumped a little, spinning around to look at me with wide eyes. “Fuck. yn, what’re you doing here?” he asked. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Well, you see I live here and this is my room. It would have been easier for you to just climb up onto the roof from the other side.”

He looked a little awkward just standing there. “So you going to tell me why you decided to climb into my sister’s bedroom window?” I asked. He looked hesitant to tell me anything. I rolled my eyes, “I'm not going to tell my dad if that’s what you’re worried about.” He relaxed a little after I said that. "I was at home watching TV and I got bored. Thought I'd take a drive and come see Sid." I hummed, "well, have fun. If you were hoping to get laid you know that won't happen." He glared at me and I smiled, closing my window and curtains.

Only a few seconds later I heard Sidney let out a small scream and then dad was knocking on her door. I was so entertained by all this that I had to know what her excuse would be. I walked out into the hall and across the landing. "Yeah, Sid, what's going on in there?" I asked, smirking at her. "Nothing. I didn't scream," she said. "I swear I heard a scream," dad said and she shook her head. He gave her a look but let it go.

"Okay, well, I'm going to bed. I have an early flight in the morning. Remember–" before he could continue we spoke at the same time. "You're staying at the Hilton beside the airport." He nodded his head, "and if you need anything just call me. I've left money for you if you need it. Good night, I love you." He kissed Sidney's forehead then walked over to me and did the same. He walked back down stairs to the guest room, well now his bedroom. I walked over to Sidney before she closed the door. "Romeo, should really be more discreet when trying to sneak in through your window." I winked and walked back to my room.

When I walked back into my room Stu was sitting on my bed. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I asked, quickly closing and locking my door. "You gotta lock your window, babe. Now come here." I rolled my eyes but went over to him.

Thursday 8:00 PM

September 26, 1996

When we got to school the next day there were news vans and new reporters covering the lawn. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered to Sidney. I had taken the bus since Stu called and said he wouldn't be able to pick me up. We looked around and my eyes stopped on one person in particular. Gale fucking Weathers. She decided to take advantage of our mother's death. She took Cotton Weary's side and then wrote a fucking book.

"Did you guys hear?" Sidney and I both jumped. "Jesus, Tatum," I said, putting a hand over my heart. "What's going on?" Sideny asked. "Casey Becker and Steve Orth were murdered last night." We looked at her with wide eyes. "What?!" I shouted. "And not just killed. We're talking splatter movie killed--split open end to end," she said. I felt fucking sick ti my stomach. "Casey Becker? She sits next to me in English," Sid said.

"Not anymore. Her parents found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside," Tatum said. I looked at her and she cringed. "Shit, sorry, yn. I know you guys were friends." I nodded my head, "yeah, kind of I guess. Do they know who did it?" I asked. We walked up the steps to go inside the school. "Fucking clueless–they're interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students , Btaff, janitors."

"They think it's school-related?" Sidney asked as we stopped before going inside. "They don't know. Dewey said this is the worse crime they've ever seen. Even worse than…" Tatum stopped talking. We knew what she was going to say. This was the worst crime they've seen since our mother's murder. "Well, it's bad." We walked into the building after that and headed to class.

Everyone was being called to the office to be questioned by Sheriff Burke. Sidney and I were called at the same time and it was awkward to say the least. After we were allowed to leave we went to one more class before meeting everyone at the fountain. "Hello, beautiful," Stu said, kissing my cheek when I sat between his legs. "What kind of questions did they ask you, guys?" Tatum asked. "They asked if we knew Casey," Sidney told her. "Yeah, they asked when the last time was when I saw her. I told them when she came into the video store around like eight-thirty."

"Yeah. They asked me that too," she said. "Hey, they ask if you like to hunt?" Stu asked Billy. His arms were wrapped around me holding me to him. "Yeah, they did. They ask you?" Billy asked and Stu nodded. "Hunt? Why would they ask you if you like to hunt?" Tatum asked, confused. She popped a grape into her mouth looking between Billy and Stu. She was sitting on the other side of me and Stu right beside Randy. "Cause their bodies were gutted," Randy said.

"Thank you, Randy," Billy said, sitting up more to look at him. "They didn't ask me if I like to hunt,' Tatum pouted a little. "That's 'cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em," Stu said. I turned my head to look at him. "That is so sexist," I told him. "Yeah, the killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct?" Tatum said, rolling her eyes. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing," Randy said, popping something into his mouth.

"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. And the fact is, It takes a man to do something like that," Stu shrugged. "Or a man's mentality," I said. He smirked at me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "How do you... gut someone?" I looked over at Sidney. Her head was looking down at her lap as she played with a loose string. I reached over and grabbed her hand and she squeezed it back. "You take a knife, and you slit 'em from groin to sternum." We looked at Stu in shock and disgust.

"Hey. It's called tact, you fuck-rag," Billy said. "Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" Sidney asked. Fucking low blow, Sid. Sru scoffed out a laugh, tightening his hold on me. "Yeah, for like two seconds," he said. "Before she dumped him for Steve," Randy said. "I thought you dumped her for me?" I asked. I mean sure me and Casey were friends but we weren't that close. Besides she was never really into Stu in the first place. "I did. He's full of shit," Stu said, looking at Randy.

"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" Randy asked, smirking. "Hey, what are you saying? That I killed her?" Stu asked. There was no way Stu could do that. Why would he? It's not like he had a grudge or anything. And I just can't see him killing a person. "It would certainly improve your high school 'Q', " Randy said. "Stu was with me last night, okay?" I said. Stu kissed my neck, a smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I was."

"Ooh?" Randy says, eyebrows raised. "Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" He asked, leaning over Tatum a little as he stood. "Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tatum asked. Randy sat back down and shrugged, "Working, thank you. And yn was there too," he said. "At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass." I chuckled, "They did. Twice," I said. "I didn't kill anybody," Stu said and I kissed his cheek. "Nobody said you did."

Stu looked over at Billy and smiled, "Thanks, buddy." Yeah there was definitely no way Stu could kill someone. Billy only on the other hand…well i could see him doing something like that with that pent up anger he has. "Besides, it takes a man to do something like that," Randy said, trying to mock Stu. "I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid," Stu told him. "Tell me something—" Randy stood up. "Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? 'Cause I heard they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas."

"Randy, you goon-fuck. I'm trying to eat here," Tatum said, throwing a grape at him. "She's getting mad, all right? You better liver alone," Stu said. I rolled my eyes and watched Sidney get up. She kissed Billy and then walked away. "Sid, wait up!" Tatum grabbed her stuff and ran after her. "Liver alone! Li— Ow!" Billy punched Stu in the arm. "Liver. Liver. It was a joke."

[obxismylife2]

Hi, can I request Rafe being super mean during you know what👀 Thank you!!!

I was lying on the couch eating popcorn. It was a rainy day and I had nothing to do, so I stayed home all day and watched TV.

I mean, I didn't lounge around all day, I went golfing with Topper and Kelce in the morning because Rafe was busy through business, so they offered to take me instead when they saw my sad face.

It was great with them, I never thought I would say this, but I really enjoyed the morning. I was a little insecure and shy at first, but a few games later I let go of my nervousness and had a normal conversation with them, like I would with pogues.

We talked about all sorts of things, like Topper telling me how he met Sarah, and Kelce telling me how he got so drunk at a party that he didn't even remember that he had thrown the party. In those few hours, I realized how much fun they were. I mean, when the pogues aren't around, otherwise they make fun of them, and I don't like that.

I do have fun with pogues, I'm from The Cut too, so I grew up with them, but for some strange reason one of the Kooks, specifically the King of the Kooks himself, Rafe mother fuckin Cameron, found a crush on me.

It was at a party that Sarah was throwing. She invited me to it, and then she ran off with Topper and left me alone at the bar. Then Rafe showed up out of nowhere and originally wanted to leave, but he was intrigued by my dress. The tight red dress with narrow straps that Sarah had lent me paid off. And how did that end? With sex in his bed.

For the next few weeks, we hung out, and Rafe told me I was the first girl he'd ever had feelings for. I felt the same way, so we made it official. But just to our friends and families. I didn't want to tell the pogues yet. And Sarah promised not to tell them, she said it's our thing and that she'd stay out of it. I appreciate it since she's dating John B, my older brother.

Yeah, you're right. My name is Y/N Routledge. John is the best brother I could ever wish for, but sometimes when I was just chatting with some guy he always somehow drove him away. It's a little bit annoying, I mean I don't remember a time when I had a really good talk with a guy. But I'm not blaming him. I'm his younger sister and he has to protect me.

I heard a click coming from the front door, which then opened with a small creak and a male figure entered the villa. In the hallway, she set down her bag, stumbled out the door behind her, and dispersed into the living room.

"Rafe!" I screamed and immediately jumped to my feet to hug him. "Hey princess" he wrapped his arms around my almost naked body, the only thing I was wearing was his over-sized T-shirt and red underwear, and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "How was your day?" I asked as we pulled away from each other and together sat down on the couch. He rollend around on the couch and I laid my head down on his chest, resting my palm right above his heart while he pulled me closer to his body with his strong arm.

"Everything was going great, until I was worried that I accidentally went to another building. Ward even complimented me" it was really nice to hear that his jackass father said something kind to Rafe. His favorite child has always been Sarah, which led to Rafe's drug addiciton, but he's clean now that I'm with him, and Wheezie's sneak outs every night as she doesn't want to hear him talking so lovely about her older sister.

"And how was yours?" he leaned down to kiss my cheek and I smiled at that. "It was awesome! I went golfing with Kelce and Topper and then I just watched some movies" I was saying that with a huge smile on my face. Rafe noticed that and lifted up a little.

"You what?" he sounded a little annoyed and mad at the same time , it sent shivers down my spine. "You were out with Topper and Kelce?Why-why would you do that?" Rafe knows how much I don't like them so it was obvious tome that he'll react like that. "They originally came to see YOU, but when I told them that you're out of town on a business trip they offered it to me so I won't be alone here all day. And I'm glad they did it 'cause now they both seem very nice" Rafe's eyes widened more and more with every word that left my mouth and his mouth slightly opened.

"So you're telling me that you had a nice day with my two best friends and didn't even bother to inform me? You know that Topper has some kind of a crush on you, right?" yeah....that complicates this situation a little but it's nothing I won't be able to fix with the right words and actions.

"Of course I know that, but you don't have to worry. I'm only yours, Rafe" I sat straddling him and pressed myself as close as I could to the belt of his pants. His hands ended on my hips giving them a little squeeze.

"I swear to you, I'm not attracted to him" I started kissing his lips not letting him say aynthing, but he took my face into his large boyish hands and pulled away. "I hope you didn't do anything with him" gosh I love those boss games. "What if I did?" I asked innocently tilting my head to the side to look like an innocent devil. Rafe smiles mischievously and tightened his grip on my hips.

"Then I'll have to punish you for cheating on me" his smile widened so his white teeth were looking right at me. He knows what this kind of smile does to me. I immediately felt wetness dripping down on his pants.

He laughed at that and slipped his hand between us to find my already throbing clit covered with my slickness and waiting for his touch.

"Bet Topper doesn't make you this wet" his deep voice in my ear made me more horny than before. I bit my lip as the tips of his fingers touched my wet entrance. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. He slowly entered me with two fingers and pushed them so deep that I could feel them in my lower abdomen.

"Oh, fuck, this doesn't seem like a punishment" I cursed, opening my mouth and eyes to see him smirking at the way my hips were moving towards his fingers.

I grabbed his face into my palms and brought him to my lips. He didn't hesitate on slipping his tongue through my lips, wanting to taste every inch of my mouth.

My hands moved to the back of his head were my fingers tangled between his hair. I tugged on them a little when Rafe's fingers started moving much faster than my body could take at that moment. "No, Rafe. Please stop" I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand from me, but he was stronger, obviously, and didn't let me do it.

And that's when it dawned on me. This is the punishment. He wants me to beg him to stop. But I won't do that. I'm not that type of person who gives up that easily right before the end. I'll have to stick it out.

He doesn't respond and just kept going on bringing me to my high. My throat was literally burning from my moans and screams. It felt like swallowing iron nails. Like a snap of my fingers, I cum on his hand and pants with a huge loud scream, gripping onto his shirt. When my breathing calmed down I opened my eyes lazily and looked him into eyes.

"Don't you dare ever say you slept with Topper" he said sternly, taking his fingers out of me and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked on them, tasting the drops of my pleasure while giving me straight eye contact.

I watched him and wanted to get up from his lap but he brought me back down and smashed his lips onto mine. He didn't give me a chance to protest and threw me on the couch so my back landed on the soft material of the couch. He pulled my t-shirt, well his t-shirt, over my head, quickly bringing his lips back to mine as he threw my t-shirt and I quickly unbutton his shirt.

I caught my breath as he pulled away, leaving sloppy kisses on my jaw and neck as he uncliped my bra, sliding it down my arms as he immediately brought his hand to massage them, smashing his lips against mine again.

I moaned into the kiss as he rolled my nipple in his fingers, causing him to groan. I bit my bottom lip as he woughly yanks my thong off, leaving me completely naked while he still had his clothes on.

"Fucking slut" he said against my lips, making me smirk as I spread my legs for him. His eyes scanned my lips, not on my face btw, and licked his lips. He climbed between my legs unzipping his pants. He then grabbed both my wrists and tied them together above my head. "Keep them there" he said, leaving a kiss on my lips and getting off of me.

"Oh, god I'm so excited to watch you lose control while I fuck the shit out of you for even being with Topper while I'm not home" He said it so passionately and sparingly, I was a little afraid of what would come next, but at the same time I was excited, full of energy, sexual energy.

"Now I'm kind of sorry I turned Topper down when he tried to touch me," I wanted to tease Rafe a little, but not too much. He knows full well it's just our game.

"Yeah? You'll see that when I'm done with you, you'll still be glad to be able to say how glad you are that you turned him down" I watched as he pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion as well and climbed back onto the bed. While he took off his clothes, I watched his every move and pressed my knees together. Just the sight of his muscular body did wonders to me.

"Guess this isn't how it's going to work, pussy," he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart in a violent motion. He leaned in just above my face and gently brushed his lips against mine. He cupped my face in one hand and gave my jaw a little squeeze.

"Don't you even think about making a sound," he said through clenched teeth, and before he let go of my face, he squeezed my jaw again before pulling away from me and lying down in front of me.

He threw my thighs over his shoulders and within seconds I felt him tongue-fuckin me while two of his fingers slowly entered me. I closed my eyes ejoying that feeling but at the same time I knew I won't be able to shut my mout as he's so skilled. I whimper as Rafe's tongue was bringing me again to my high. I was surprised my body gave in and I was about to cum again, but Rafe stopped his actions at the wrong moment and I let out a frustrated sigh.

He grabbed my hips and in one swift move I was laying on my belly. He brought his hands to my ass, massaging it before he smacked it, causing me to squeal a little, while I was fighting for my balance as my wrists were tied together. I felt him leaning above my lower back where he left wet kisses and then bit on my flesh.

"Rafe-" I begin to say before he smacked my ass again, squeezing it afterwards. He noticed my fighting with the belt and turned me back on my back.

"Shut your fuckin mouth, slut. I'll do to you anything I want to make you realize that no one, I repeat, no one will ever touch MY own whore. You're fuckin mine. you understand that?" I slightly nodded my head and he grabbed my jaw again and looked me straight in the eyes. He smacked my cheeks a few times before he set my sights on himself.

"Open your mouth" he ordered and I did as told and stuck my tongue out for him as I knew what he was going to do. He spat into my mouth and kissing me hungrily afterwards.

I moaned into his lips as he suddenly rubbed his dick against my clit and teasing my entrance, feeling how wer I am for him. Again. "So fuckin wet, and only for me" he groaned, immediately thrusting into me, not giving me a chance to adjust as I squealed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh my- shit, Rafe" I yell, trying my best not to move with my hands as Rafe told me. But it was almost inpossible. Rafe noticed my struggling with my arms and pinned them to the couch above my head himself, giving me a free one way ticket to heaven of pleasure.

"You like that? You like when I'm fuckin the shit out of you?" he breathlessly moaned, panting afterwards as he gripped onto my hips tightly and continued to pound me.

"Yes, fuck!" I moaned loudly as a knot started to form in my stomach, shutting my eyes tightly as my mouth staid agape against his neck. He reached his hands to my wrists and untied them just to put my hand on my stomach na pressed his large hand on it.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how deep I'm fuckin you?" I could only manage a small nod of my head, I was completely out of my senses.

Not only had I already cum once, but I'd almost climaxed a second time, and just when I was within reach, Rafe had thwarted me, and now here he was slamming into me as hard as he could to punish me for daring to go out with Topper when all three of us knew full well that he liked me.

Rafe smiled at what he was doing to me and to make matters worse, his hand pushed through the gap between our bodies and began rubbing my clit to make me reach my high faster.

"Oh god, Rafe, I'm gonna cum" I say, bitting my bottom lip and throwing my head back, if that was possible since my whole body was pinned to the couch by Rafe's weight.

"Me too, princess" he responded, looking down at his dick going in and out of me and rubbing my clit, I shut my eyes tightly, abou to release on his dick. "No, open your fuckin eyes. I want to see your face when i make you cum"

He said loudly, and I snapped my eyes open, keeping eye contact with him as high-pitched moans came out of me and I orgasm on his cock, my legs shaking. "Yeahhh, that's it, goo fuckin girl" he praised, watching me go limp as he still slowly thrusted into me. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and began pounding into me as fast as he could, wanting to release.

"Fuuuck, Rafe, stop! It's too much" I yelled as he overstimulated me. "You can take it, princess. I know you can take it like the good slut you are" he said, putting my legs over his shoulders, giving me a whole new angle. He pounded into me harder as he smacked my ass, causing me to whimper.

"Do you think of Topper right now? Do you imagine him fucking you instead of me, huh? Do you want to scream his name?" I don't know what's gotten into Rafe that he's suddenly mentioning his best friend during sex, but whatever.

"No, Rafe. You're the only one I've ever screamed for like that. You are the only one I want to fuck for the rest of my life" he chuckled at my comment and continued to pound roughly into me.

"Who do you fuckin belong to?" he groaned, tightening his arms around my thighs as he felt his high approaching. "Fuck- you, Rafe! Just you!" I responded, finally being able to untied myself as he released in me, moaning and whimpering as he rode out his high. Our sweaty bodies sticked together as he loosened his grip on my thighs and slowed down his pace, cockwarming as he leaned down to kiss my hair.

"You okay, princess?" he asked and gently brushed back a strand of my hair that had stuck to my face. It tookh me a moment to answer him as I tried to catch my breath.

"Yeah" we both laughed at my exhaustion and he slid his cock out of me and put my legs on the couch. He collapsed next to me and wrapped one arm around my waist pulling me closer.

"I love you, Rafe"

"I love you, princess"

[pandoras-prada]

Forbidden

Minors, do NOT Interact

Summary: Y/n father doesn’t like Neteyam because he isn’t all Na’vi. He doesn't mind you hanging out with the other sully kids because he knows you don’t have romantic feelings for them. Neteyam is nothing but respectful until y/n father declines Neteyam’s wishes to mate you (he’s used to getting his way). Your love is forbidden, but y/n only wants to be with him. There will be consequences. Sort of inspired by Southside, a song by Llyod ft Ashanti

Characters: Neteyam (21) x y/n (19) y/n’s family, slight Jake, slight Lo’ak

Warnings: NSFW, Characters aged up, mentions of mating, kissing, p in v, cream pie, cursing, breast play, kissing, 

Authors Notes: I’m so sorry if this story sucks. I did not proofread at all. Please let me know what improvements I need to make.

"Why do I have to keep telling you, I don't want you seeing him again!" Your father yells, as you walk past him to your room. " Why can’t I hang out with him? You’re fine with me hanging out with his siblings, it doesn’t make sense!" Turning on your heel, hand on your hip. "I'm your father and what I say goes! It doesn't have to make sense to you. You are my child, and you still live under MY roof. You need to lose your attitude, while talking to me. I’m not one of your little friends" he's sick of you deifying him, flat out ignoring his bans. You growl with displeasure, turning again to your room. You lay on your mat crying. Your ears flick, hearing a knock on your wall. Turning to see your sister watching you concerned. "Is everything okay, y/n?" she asks seeing the tears fall from your eyes. "Why does he keep treating me like child? I'm 19! An adult." She walks over, sitting beside you, " you're his little girl. You may not be a child, but you are still the youngest and he wants what's best for you."

Laughing dryly at your sisters’ words "how would he know what's best for me? How does he know Neteyam isn't the best choice for me? He doesn't do anything I don't want." Your sister’s eyes widen. "Y/n, a- are you sleeping with him?" Her tone high with question. You wipe at your tear-stained face, realizing what you just said. Shrugging your shoulders, you look away from her too embarrassed to look her in her eyes. "A few times." You nod biting your lip. Your sister giggles at your shyness. "Oh, look at little miss perfect going against daddies wishes." She teases you. You scrunch your nose and bare your teeth. "Can you leave me alone, please?" Getting to her feet she looks down at you, "Fine but if father finds out he's going he's going to lose his mind." She walks out of your room, leaving you with your thoughts. You sit on your mat, knees pulled to your chest. It's a wonder how nobody has figured out the secret you and Neteyam hold. Especially the first night of hooking up with him. You came home with deep purple marks all over your neck and chest. You walked slightly different because he had your legs pushed behind your head for a while. You had bite marks all over your inner thighs, but nobody noticed. You decide you are going to continue ignoring your father’s wishes and keep seeing the love of your life. You lie back on your mat, the sadness draining the last of your energy. Your eyes fall shut as you doze off.

The next morning you wake early before everybody else. You gather your things that you will need for the day and head out to do your morning chores. The earlier you get them done the earlier you get to sneak in some time with Neteyam. Your gathering skills proving to be successful. You walk back to camp with a basket filled with fruits and nuts. The sun is high in the sky now showing that it is late morning, almost noon. The walk to your tent was peaceful until you hear two men yelling. You approach your tent cautiously, not sure what's going on. As you get closer, you make out the figures, freezing immediately. "You stay away from her!" Your father spits, poking Neteyam in the chest. You watch in horror. "I will mate y/n, if you like it or not. I only came here to be respectful to you. We love each other and we don't need your approval." Neteyam stands his ground, back straight, chest puffed out, muscles flexing. "I won't allow it to happen. My daughter will not be with a half breed!" Your father spat, shoving Neteyam back some. He was a little intimidated by the young man's stature. Neteyam hisses his annoyance but backs down from your father. Stalking off pissed from the interaction. Your feet moving on their own towards your tent. You can't believe what you just saw or heard. "Y/n, get in here now!" You father demands fuming, face purple with anger. You walk timidly towards your father still looking to Neteyam stalk off. Your father clears his throat, waiting for an explanation. Looking back at him confused "what's going on?" He shoves a finger in your face "You know EXACTLY what's going on. You had him come here, knowing I don't want you anywhere near him. I forbid you from seeing him and the rest of his family for that matter." He finishes, huffing at you, throwing his hand towards the tent for you to go inside. You walk past him, placing the forgotten basket of goods on the table, walking to your room. Your head held high not wanting him to see you break. Once in the safety of your room you crumble to the floor. Tears flowing freely from your eyes.  You wallow in self-pity for a few days, refusing to be in the same room as your father. Only coming out of your room once he's gone for the day.

Neteyam hasn't seen you in a week. He hasn't been able to focus on any of his duties. While spare training, he was stuck in his head, allowing Lo'ak to sweep his legs out from underneath him. "What is going on with you" Lo'ak asks surprised he was able to land a blow to his perfect brother. "Nothing I want to talk about. Come at me" Neteyam says ending the conversation before it started, hands up ready to continue their training. Lo'ak throws a few punches, blocking each one until his mind drifts back to you. "Fuck!" Neteyam's hand flies up to his lip. Tongue probs the fresh cut, lapping the blood. He looks up at his brother eyes narrowed. "Hey, you should have blocked that punch" Lo'ak exclaims with his hands up in defense. Jake sees the whole thing and walks to his eldest. "What has gotten into you, boy? I've never seen you so distracted." Neteyam shakes his head, staying silent. "Don't give me that shit. You need to straighten up." Jake says,concerned for his son; he places his hand on his back leading him to a quite spot to talk. "What is going on with you?" He asks again. This time Neteyam answers with his head hanging low. " I asked y/n's father if she could be my mate, but he said ‘no’ because I'm not full Na'vi." He crosses his arms ashamed that he is letting it get to him. " I love her, I can't see myself with anybody else." Jake was speechless, shocked that anybody in his clan would feel that way about him or his children, after everything they have been through. "I will talk to him an-" "No" Neteyam says sternly cutting his father off. "No, I will handle it." Looking at his son's saddened face, he just sighs. "If that's what you want. I won't interfere." Neteyam nods, walking back to camp.

"Y/n..." You look around your room hearing you name. "Hello?" You say getting up from your mat. 'Y/n, it's Neteyam. Come outside." You leave your room sneaking around the tent trying not to be seen. It's well after eclipse and if your father catches you, he'd surely kill you. You make it outside without anyone noticing. You circle to where your room would be and see Neteyam resting on the balls of his feet, still trying to lure you outside. You smirk "What are you doing?" You cross your arms over your chest and cock a hip. His head almost rolling from his shoulders at your voice. "You scared me!" He accuses you, chuckling that you actually made him jump. "Oh, the mighty warrior got scared?" You teased. "Seriously though, what are you doing here? My father will kill you if he sees you." Obviously happy to see him but you can't help but question his sanity. "I had to see you. I've missed you so much. I've missed having you beside me when we're alone." He stops, grabbing your hand "I need you... Us" you look deep in his eyes. Knowing his feelings, you pull his hand leading him away from your tent. He follows close behind you almost stepping on your heels. He's just eager to spend time with you. It felt like a lifetime since he's seen you. He knows exactly where you are leading him. You both have a private spot not too far from camp. Neteyam sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching your hips sway as you walk in front of him. Tail swooshing fast behind him and eyes heavy lidded, excited to be alone with you. You finally reach the single tree that stands in a lush green meadow. It's beautiful but you both are always to consumed in each other to admire the scenery you use as a hook up spot. "Y/n..." your own name sounds different this time. It sounds more longing. "I've missed you so much." His hand caresses the curve of your cheek while the other rests on your waist. "I've missed you too." A striking smile on your face. You stick your finger in the front waistband of his loin cloth. Shivers go up his spin as you pull him closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You kiss his sweet spot, drawing a groan from his throat. Reluctantly, he grabs your shoulders, pulling your body off of his. "What happened last week" he starts but you cut him off. "Neteyam, don't let him get to you. I know if he knew you, he'd understand our love. Please, let's not ruin this time we have together talking about my father." You pout running your finger along his toned chest, down his muscled stomach, resting your hand back in the waistband of his thin covering. His body goes rigid with anticipation. He had no intentions of stopping. He wasn't threatening your father that night, he was promising him. His thoughts going dark, he grabs you by the nape of your neck. Pulling your head back, he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You take him in willingly, happy to taste him again. His hands move smoothly, swiping your chest covering to the side. He takes a full breast into his hand, massaging it with slight pressure and rubs his callused thumb over your already erect nipple. You let a moan fall into his mouth, the desire fully taking over your body.

You press up against him offering yourself to him. You pull away, lungs burning for air. Your chest heaves further into his hand as his lips attach to your neck. He nips at the flesh as he moves down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. He bites hard where your shoulder meets your neck, making you yelp at the slight pain. His tongue slithers over the wound he just caused to soothe the ache. Neteyam starts moving awkwardly, trying to readjust his straining cock. The rutting of his hips making your cunt drip. "I smell how much you need me." He whispers in your ear. Whimpering, you clamp your thighs, trying to hide your arousal. Forgetting your breast all together, his hand travels down your front below your cloth, forcing your legs apart. His finger traces along your slit, finger already covered in your slick. Seeking friction, you buck your hips, making his finger slide into you with ease. You roll your hips fucking yourself on his hand. He tests another finger at your entrance, your pussy sucking it in. He bites his lip at the site of you using him. Your eyes roll back as he spreads his fingers in scissoring motion. Neteyam has you in a complete mess when his fingers curl in a beckoning motion taping at the soft spongy spot. His thumb finds your clit desperate to get you off before he fucks you. His thumb rubs firm, tight circles on your bundle of nerves. "Neteyam" you moan, feeling the building pressure."Neteyam, I need your cock" You grab a handful of him. His hips spasm from the hold you have on him. Ignoring your pleas, he pushes his third and final finger in, pumping them in and out. The sound of your squelching pussy driving him mad. Your head thrown back, mouth open as the pressure releases with a force all over his hand and lower stomach.

Neteyam finally had enough of the teasing and works at the knots that are tied around your back. Growing intolerant of the knots not coming undone, he curses the fabric that keeps your sex from him and rips it from your body. You gasp in shock. "So impatient." His only response is a nod, now concentrating on his own knots. The knots tied at his back coming undone with ease, he lets it fall to the ground. Cock standing at attention, the moment it's liberated form it's confines. The mushroom tip already dripping with precum. You run a finger along the pulsing veins that run the length of his cock. He bucks his hips into your hand, cock needy for attention. Neteyam has other things on his mind. Though he would love for you to play with his cock, it's not what's on the agenda for tonight. He kneels on the ground, pulling you along with him. Pressing a passionate kiss to your lips again, you lie back on the soft, thick, grass. "I see you." He whispers, pulling back, looking into your lidded eyes. His face mirroring yours, you cup his cheek, "I see you, Nete.". You shove his shoulder until his back is met with the ground. You straddle his narrow hips, placing your hands on his defined chest. He sits up grabbing your wrists to rest them over his shoulder. His nose nuzzled yours as he reaches back for his queue, pulling it forward. Presenting it to you silently, the tendrils stretch out searching for a connection. You enclose your fingers on your queue pulling it forward, prepared to be with him for the rest of your life. Guiding his tendrils to yours, they connect smoothly. You both gasp at the newfound bond with dilated pupils. You rock your aching cunt on the length of his cock, ready for the ride of your life. You start bouncing on his thick cock, breast swaying as you move above him. " y/n, take it easy." He tells you, his release threatening to spill already. Your pace slows to a lazy rock. Neteyam places his hands on your hips, dragging you along his length slow and steady. Each pass of your hips over his pelvis brushes over your throbbing clit.

Neteyam, now growing impatient, starts bucking into you with powerful thrusts. The bond has him completely feral. His nails dig into your hips. lifting you almost completely off of him, then just as his tip is about to pop out, he pulls you back onto him fully. You have your head thrown back in pure pleasure. His thick heavy cock continuously filling you up fully. His eyes darting to where your bodies are connected, he watches as his glistening cock slides out of you, just to be pulled back in. He can feel your pussy walls tighten around him, ready to let loose. “Come for me y/n.” he breathes looking up at you. He admires your beauty as you ride his cock. Your skin shines bright with a light sheen of sweat, eyebrows knitted together from pleasure, and mouth slightly agape as you pant slightly. 

You reach your hand between your legs, immediately rubbing circles on your clit as he continues to violently pound into you. Your body begins to jerk with the amount of pleasure going through you. The pressure in your lower abdomen, to much for you to hold back anymore. Your hips bare down on his pelvis as your orgasm rips through your body with great force. Your arousal soaks your thighs and Neteyams lower body. His eyes widen with astonishment. Neteyam plants his feet flat on the grass to get better traction as he starts bucking hard, chasing his own high. You reach your hand behind you to caress his balls delicately, juggling them in one had with expertise. He throws his head back as his cock twitches inside you. The veins in his cock start to pulsate and balls tighten as his release squirts from his tip, painting your insides. His hips continue to rock slowly into you as your pussy milks every last drop of his seed from him.

You lay lazily on top of him both exhausted. His hands rub small circles on your lower back and kisses your forehead. Propping yourself up to look at him properly. You lean in gently and press your soft lips to his. He rises up slightly to deepen the kiss. He pulls back looking you in the eyes, “We need to tell your father.” You sigh, “We will tell him in the morning. Right now, is for us.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you and leans back. You both drift off to the sound of each other’s heart beats and feeling the love you share for one another through Tsaheylu. 

At first light you and Neteyam walk back to camp hand in hand. Whispers start as the people see you both. Some looked happy for you and some gave you jealous glares, knowing they will never have a chance with the golden one. Your father comes into view the further you walk into camp, his head snapping when he hears your name being associated with Neteyam’s. “Y/n, what is going o?, I told you I forbid you from seeing him!” You raise your head high “We are mated before Eywa and what you say doesn’t matter anymore.” Neteyam grips your hand tighter when he sees your father tense with anger. He takes a step between you and your father to shield you from his disapproving gaze. Tugging you along with him, you go into your family tent to gather your things. Your grab everything you need quickly. Hearing your father approaching your room, you grab Neteyam’s hand and rush past your father not wanting to press the situation any further. 

“Everything, will be okay, my love.” Neteyam cups your cheek lovingly. “I know, I have you. You are everything I ever wanted.” You say, turning your head to kiss his palm. 

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I screamed her name til the cops came. Ivy X Luna a toxic WLW 1500 words

This story is based on the song, Mama's Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert.

Ivy and Luna are in a relationship, It isn't a perfect relationship as one may think. Ivy has been cheating on Luna for the whole relationship. Ivy thinks Luna doesn't know about the cheating, But Luna does. What happens when Luna has enough of everything and does something that will change their life forever?

Tropes- Cheating, Death, LGBTQIA, Lesbains, WLW.

Wattpad- XLostSoulsFoundX AO3- XLostSoulsFoundX Tumblr- Xlostsoulsfound Twitter- XLostSoulsFound •----------• "I found the bright pink lipstick first, then the underwear that wasn't mine came along, and messages she desperately tried to hide from me showed up on her phone. I wasn't as stupid as she thought I was, I knew she was cheating on me. I also knew she wasn't going to come out alive when she got home that night. If Ivy were smart enough she wouldn't have come home that night, she should've gone home with her play toy. But lucky for me she wasn't smart enough."

"I knew Ivy had been cheating on me for a while, I knew after I confronted her the first time that she wouldn't stop. She craved that adrenaline rush from sneaking around, trying to hide things from me. But she was never smart enough to hide things well. She would always slip up within the first week when she found someone new. She'd forget to shower off their perfume before coming home when she claimed to be working late, or accidentally let them leave their belongings at our house. The first few times I confronted her over the cheating, I saw that spark in her eye. She thought this was a silly emotional game she could play on me. Well lucky for her two can play at that, but my game will have long-term effects on both of us."

"But this time, I had her location on an app I installed on her phone. I installed it when she was showering and she thought I was asleep. But I wasn't I was just pretending until she went to take a shower so I could take her phone. I did this a lot, I needed to know the names of the other girls she was cheating on me with, so I could let their partners know what their significant other was up to."

"I knew she was at a club when she told me she was going to be at her sister's house to watch her sister's kid. But she was at the club downtown, it opened up very recently so she would have a clean start. I paced around that living room probably a hundred times that night, constantly checking my phone, to see where she was. She went from the bar to a cheap motel in the bad part of town. It was a motel she had gone to lots of times before. I thought about driving over there and just doing things at that motel, but wouldn't have been fair to that other girl she was with. So I waited hours and hours for her to get home."

"When she got home I was around four in the morning. That's when she got home most days when she went to the bar. She expected me to be asleep, but I was still awake. My stomach was in a million knots as I thought about everything she had done to me and how things were going to end that night. I thought about the countless photos and videos she had taken with other girls. I thought about the first time I confronted her and how happy she seemed to get. I thought about the first time I found that bright pink lipstick that neither of us would have ever worn, how she told me it was hers but I knew her or the person I thought I knew would never wear that shade. I thought about all of our relationship and whether it could even be saved. But it couldn't we would never be the same. I thought about just packing my things and leaving but, that would have been too easy on her. I needed her to feel the pain she caused me over the years, I needed to see her face when I confronted her. I needed to see that stupid little smirk one last time. I needed her to tell me she would change, to give her one last chance that this time would be different."

"I sat on the leather couch, the one where her body lay. My stomach was in knots, as I ran my fingers over the blade of the knife. I imagined what her screams would be like when I stabbed her. How she would plea with me to stop. But I wasn't going to stop, I did feel bad in a way about what was about to happen. But all those feelings of guilt quickly vanished when she walked through that door."

"She walked in with that same smirk she always gave me, I hated that smirk. I hated everything about her now. She didn't notice me at first, since the room was mostly dark. There was the light from the street shining through the windows. "Welcome home," I said softly, Ivy looked taken aback like she wasn't expecting me to be awake. Which was understandable since I was typically asleep by the time she would be getting home. "fuck.." Ivy mumbled under her breath."

"Ivy turned on the lights in the living room. "You're dressed like that to watch your sister's kids?" I asked her in a condescending tone. "I-" Ivy was taken aback. "I just went to the club for a little bit, dealing with the kids was stressful and I needed to let off a bit of steam," Ivy spoke biting her cheek, hoping I would believe her lies. I didn't I knew she never went to her sisters. "Tell me the truth Ivy" "What?" She spoke in a confused voice. "I know you never went to your sisters' house, you went to a club." Ivy took off her heels, as she looked at me with panic in her eyes. "are you tracking me now?" Ivy's voice shook slightly, as I got up from the couch."

"You think I'm that stupid not to? You have cheated on me more times than I could count. I should have left you the first time you cheated on me. But I was too stupid to think you would change." "Luna please.." Ivy whispered out. "I'm sorry I am, I promise I will change this was the last time," Ivy said to me as she walked towards me, I laughed gently as I held the knife behind me. "Why should I believe that Ivy? All you do is lie to me." "Luna baby please I promise this is the last time," Ivy told me while putting her hands on both of my cheeks. I saw that sparkle in her eye, that same disgusting sparkle I saw every time she tried to convince me she would never do this again."

"I promise I love you, Luna. You're my everything, I promise I'll never hurt yo.." Ivy's eyes widened as I stabbed her in the stomach. "Luna.." Ivy choked out. "You promised you would never hurt me again right? Well, I'll make sure of it now." I spoke coldly to her, pushing the knife deeper into her. Blood was pouring down her red dress. "Luna.." Ivy gasped out as I laid her on the ground slowly."

"I pulled the knife out of her, before stabbing it back into her. Tears started to roll down my face, all the anger all the hate. Everything she had done to me just came pouring out. I needed her dead I couldn't deal with ever seeing her again. I began stabbing her again, screaming her name. I guess the neighbors heard me screaming her name, and they called the cops." Luna told the detective who was interrogating her. She spoke calmly and politely. She was still in her bloody clothes, blood still splattered on her face.

"Is that all that happened?" Scott asked Luna. "Yes, sir that's all that happened. The cops showed up, they questioned me a bit. Asking who Ivy was to me, asked if it was a case of domestic violence, and then they took me here." Luna told him. "Okay well thank you for your openness," Scott spoke softly to Luna as he wrote down her statement. He had never done a case like this. Yes, he had done homicides, but never one quite like this.

"So.." Scott cleared his throat as he put his pen down. Looking over at Luna, who was still in her blood-soaked clothes. She didn't seem upset, no she seemed at peace. She had been calm this whole time. "We will get you a lawyer, is there one you would like to use?" "No" Luna laughed gently. "I know I'm going to jail, I just made a full confession there is no point in wasting my money on a lawyer. So please just get me a court-appointed lawyer." "Okay, we will do that." Scott looks up at the time, it's barely 6 in the morning. "The lawyers we use don't open til 9 so we will get you booked into the system get you some fresh clothes and let you take a shower," Scott told Luna as he got from his chair, walking toward the door. "Thank you for being so cooperative," Scott said as he left the room. •----------• Thank you for reading, any comments are appreciated!!

[aheckinmess]

Shelter in the Storm [Mirio] (Angst)

(One-Shot 5/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

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Tags: Mirio x OC, Lemillion x OC, Mirio Togata, Suneater, Tamaki Amajiki, Tamaki is a Good and Precious Bean, Mirio is a Ray of Sunshine, Anxious OC, Not the Best Home Life, But What Are Ya Gonna Do?, I Gave Tamaki a Younger Sister, Because Why Not

Word Count: 2,881 words

Summary: Tamaki and Ichijiku have been friends since elementary school, so it’s become a habitual occurrence for her to seek shelter at his house when her parents get overwhelming. In the morning, Tamaki and Mirio both walk with her to school and attempt to brighten her spirits.

Author's Note: I've noticed you all seem to enjoy minor characters a lot, so I'll try and focus on adding more as I continue writing one-shots. It's certainly a fun challenge to get to know characters who don't get a lot of screen time! I hope you enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Mirio, are you awake? I text my boyfriend despite knowing he’s asleep. Between the two of us, he goes to bed the earliest.

Still, for an hour and a half, I wait for a reply. When it’s obvious that I won’t be receiving a response, I stare at the ceiling as my brain tunes back into reality. The yelling down the hall amplifies and my heart races as I wait with baited breath for Mom to walk through the door. Please don’t yell at me. I don’t know what I did and if that’s why you and Dad fight but please stop screaming. When footsteps make their way down the hall, I place my phone down and hug my pillow with my eyes closed. Though internally I panic, I force myself to take deep and even breaths.

I hear the door squeak open and the heavy, angry breaths of my mother. Only the thumping in my chest is audible, and I dare not move until I hear the familiar click of my door. Even then, I pause for another two minutes until I’m sure she doesn’t stand in wait to catch me being disobedient.

When I open my eyes and she’s not there, I slip out of bed and crawl over to my window. I pull the blinds and look next door into Tamaki’s room. His dark blue eyes meet mine as he lays in his bed. I scrounge around behind my desk to find my notebook. I flip through a few of the pages until I land on the one I want, holding up the page to the glass: Can I come over?

I watch him rifle through his own notebook before holding up his response.

Yes.

I tuck my notebook away and look at my door for a minute or two. She might come back. My ears tune in to every sound as I grab my jacket and stuff a deck of cards in the pocket. There’s no footsteps down the hall and the muffled sound of the TV can be heard down the hall, a signal my dad’s in bed and my mom’s still in the living room. So, I throw on my jacket and crack open my window, slow and steady.

After sneaking out and shutting it behind me, I glide across the lawn over to Tamaki’s house and through the opening he’s left me. He takes my hand and helps me into the much warmer house. I click the window lock as I get comfy on his bed.

“Hi.” I whisper.

“Hi.”

Several minutes pass and neither of us say a word. My fingers pet the dark plum comforter underneath me, focusing my attention on the soft texture while the sound of yelling echoes in my mind. Tears trek down my cheeks while I try and think of what to say, not that it’s anything Tamaki doesn’t know. We’ve known each other since middle school. It’s unlikely that there’s anything I can tell him or Mirio that neither of them would know. They're probably sick and tired of you telling them the same stupid shit all the time. 

“Are you…okay?” My best friend’s gentle voice breaks the silence.

“It’s nothing new, I’m fine.” I sniffle, wiping my face and shoving my emotions away, all the way down to soles of my feet. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Are you staying for the evening?” He asks. “Mother knows your situation; you know she doesn’t mind if you stay for the night.”

“I know. I don’t know if I’m staying, yet. Mom has started checking my room in the middle of the night.” I explain, raking my fingers through my hair as I look up at him with red eyes and swollen cheeks. “The fights have been getting more frequent and the drinking is worse.”

“Does Mirio know?” He asks.

“I texted him, but you know he goes to bed early. He’s already asleep, or I wouldn’t have bothered you. I’m sorry, Maki-kun.” I sigh and place my face in my hands. “I just don’t like being there at night; I feel so alone and afraid. But then I feel guilty because shouldn’t I want to be with my family? I sneak out just like she accuses me. I don’t sleep around and I don’t get into drugs like she accuses, but I’m still sneaking out. If I didn’t do that, would it make her and Dad fight less?”

“I-I wasn’t trying to imply…that you were bothering me. I only…wanted to make sure Mirio was aware…of the situation.” Tamaki trembles a bit as he explains and starts wringing his hands, eyeing his wall. “H-He’s…a lot better with encouragement. B-But…I’m sure that the situation between your parents is not your fault.”

“Then why does it feel like it?” I choke out, shoving my palms into my eyes so I won’t cry anymore. It feels like all I’ve done for the majority of my teenage life is cry. Weak. Pathetic. “Why does it feel like everything I do is the reason they won’t stop fighting? Mom won’t stop drinking. Dad’s barely home trying to provide for us. I don’t know what to do to make it stop.”

When the warmth of Tamaki’s arm wraps around me, sheltering me in safety, I break. The dam bursts and I cling to him as shaky sobs rattle through his room. Thoughts surface from the first time he and I went to middle school, his body shaking as he tried to speak up at the front of the classroom. I remember being so quiet and afraid that I hadn’t been able to reassure him, my childhood best friend. Seeing Mirio do it so easily later that afternoon had humbled me, and it wasn’t until lunch time when the two boys were sitting alone that I’d decided to be brave and join Tamaki and the blonde-haired stranger.

Since I could remember, Tamaki had always been my best friend, my ride or die. Having someone new that didn’t automatically write me off as a stuck up prick was a breath of fresh air. Mom had flagrantly accused me of being a slut the moment I’d come home raving about Mirio.

This comforter has caught more of my tears than my own. I think with an ache in my chest. Gentle, familiar hands rub up and down my shoulders as I wonder where I went wrong. Was it when I first became friends with Tamaki? With Mirio? When I got my first F on an assignment? The first time I called my mom out for cheating on Dad?

“What’s wrong with me?” I whimper.

“What do you mean?”

“They wouldn’t fight if I was gone.” I cough. “If I went away their lives would be better.”

“That’s not true!” Tamaki gasps and pulls back so he can look at me. “Life is so much brighter with you. You’re like Mirio. Everything around you…everyone you interact with…your very presence makes everyone happier.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” I say. “I feel like I bring gloom and despair wherever I go.”

“That seems more like something I would say, don’t you think?” Tamaki teases, nudging me a bit and giving me a shaky smile. “I-I…understand better than anyone…about feeling less than adequate.”

“You’re so amazing, though! And you’re my bestie, so you know I’m honest when I say you’re the best. You’ve trained and worked so hard to be where you’re at. You’ve made great strides. And I…” I go back to playing with his comforter as he continues to let me lean into his side. “All I’ve done is–”

“You’ve trained hard too.” Tamaki never interrupts, so I make sure to heed what he says. “You were so scared to choose the hero track. We both were. But you were the one who encouraged me from the beginning to take a step into the hero world when I didn’t believe I could. You and Mirio pushed me forward toward that bright future. It never would have started so early if it wasn’t for you.”

Listening to him helps quiet my mind and focus on the more positive side of life, even as the bad voices still lurk on the outskirts of my mind. I pull back and sit up, yawning and realizing just how tired I am as my body calms down.

“...is the offer to stay still available?”

“You know my mother would never turn you down. I’ll pull out the extra futon.”

. . . . .

The guest futon feels comfortable and safe. No yelling invades my dreams to feed my nightmares. My alarm goes off about thirty minutes before I need to wake up, and when I blink my eyes open I find Takara nestled against my chest.

I grunt and thread my fingers through her hair.

“Taka-chan?” I coo, my worries instantly fading at the sight of the little girl. It takes her a moment to fully wake up, but then her pretty blue eyes blink up at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Bad jeem.” She babbles, tucking her head back into me and going to sleep again.

“Aww,” I purr, petting her hair for a few more minutes until anxiety clutches at my throat. If Mom wakes up and sees I’m gone… “Come on, Rara. I have to go back to my house.”

“No go!” She whines, holding tighter. “Iku stay?”

“I can’t stay, honey.” I frown. “I have to go to school in a little bit with your brother. And right now I have to go home so my mom doesn’t get mad at me.”

“No!”

Her determination to keep me here endears me to her all the more, but I give a heavy yawn with my quirk and she’s out for the count. I shift carefully and leave her bundled up in blankets on the futon. I notice Tamaki still sleeps on, so I grab his notebook and write a note for him.

Went home. Will walk with you to school as usual, though.

I get ready for school and walk with Tamaki to Mirio’s with minimal criticism from my mother before I go. To be fair, she’s too hungover to do much aside from nurse her headache with an icepack.

The second Mirio walks up to me and Tamaki, I tackle him in a hug. I squeeze him with all my limbs and exhale all of my sad. He has a way of soaking up all of my hurts, his affection a healing balm to cure my wounds.

“Good morning, Sunbeam.” He breathes in my ear. “From the looks of your texts, it seems like you had a rough night…and not in the good way.” He winks at me, before pecking my lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just the same old, same old. My mom’s just been drinking more and it’s made it hard to sleep at night. I stayed at Maki-kun’s last night.” I explain, letting him set me down and taking his hand as we head to UA.

“That’s been happening more frequently. Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” Mirio tilts his head, never losing his optimistic expression.

“No. It’s our last year at UA. There’s not really a point. Besides…I don’t want to be the reason for her getting in trouble when I’m already the reason she and Dad fight.” I hold his hand tighter, betraying my fear.

“That’s not your fault, Ichan.” He leans over to smother my cheek in kisses until I’m giggling. Only then does he smile again. “My mom once said that sometimes parents with a lot of problems try to pick the one constant in their life to become the scapegoat of all their issues and insecurities. You’re the one thing they can control, so they use it to their advantage.”

“N-Not to mention…they think…you’re oblivious to all the problems…they’ve created.” Tamaki adds on.

“It’s true. They severely underestimate that beautiful brain of yours.” Mirio slinks his arm around my waist.

He makes my back tingle as part of his arm phases through me playfully so he can comfortably rest his hand there.

“Mi-kun!” I shriek out a laugh, squirming as the strange feeling sends tremors down my spine. “I’ve told you that tickles!”

“Have you told me that?” He smirks. “I don’t recall you saying anything of the sort.”

“You totally do! I can see it on your face!”

“That’s subjective evidence.”

“Mirio-AH!” He starts tickling me in the sides with his fingers this time and I bolt down the sidewalk as the school building comes in sight.

“Oh? So we’re doing endurance training now, are we? Come on, Suneater! We can’t lose!”

I hear him getting closer behind me and use his closeness as motivation to add one last burst of speed to make it to the staircase. My foot meets the first step when Mirio’s arm swoops around my waist twirling me around and clutching me against his chest.

“Gotcha! There’s no way you beat Lemillion!” He laughs victoriously as I pant and catch my breath.

For a moment, he just holds me like that and I let him, forcing oxygen in my lungs. His smile flattens into a neutral expression as he presses his ear more intently to my chest. I flush and look around awkwardly until he speaks.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” Mirio hums.

“Well, yeah, I kinda just ran the last two blocks to get here.” I snort, heart still pounding in my ears. “I’ll bet your heart is beating pretty fast too.”

“I like it.” Mirio states, finally setting me on my feet and cupping my face in his hands. “The more I’m with you, the more things I find to love!”

I crinkle my nose and find something else to focus on so I don’t automatically turn down the compliment. I reach up and smooth down Mirio’s uniform collar as an excuse to touch him.

“I could say the same about you, Slippery Boi.”

He drops his hands to my waist since we still have time to wait outside and presses his forehead to mine. Poor Tamaki plants his forehead against the outer wall of the school when he recognizes the intimate look on Mirio’s face. He typically tries to give us our space as a couple when we need our affectionate moments.

“I’m glad you have Tamaki next door to help you when I’m not able to.” Mirio whispers, gazing at me with so much love. “I trust him with my life. It makes me feel better to know that he’s close by in case there’s an emergency.”

“Mi-kun, it’s not like that. My family might yell a lot, but they’d never…” I open my mouth to finish that sentence, but find I can’t. Memories of intentional bruises and cuts from my father remain burned in my memory.

“They would.” He says through pursed lips.

“They do the best they can.” I defend.

“They can still do better.”

“I know.” I look away from him.

“ You deserve better.”

Again, I can’t accept something positive about myself, at least not verbally. I’ve been working on it, but verbal agreement still remains a struggle.

“Takara came to me for nightmare comfort last night.” I change the subject.

“Ichi-chan…”

“What do you want me to say, Mirio?” I huff, tears glistening in my eyes. “I know you think I deserve better and I know Tamaki agrees. I know you both would rather I just make an appointment with Hound Dog or bring it to a staff member’s attention, but I can’t. I don’t want…”

“You’re scared for what’ll happen when you get taken away?”

There it is. I move until my face plants against him. Mirio doesn’t allow it. He knows exactly what I need. He tilts my chin up and claims my lips fiercely, tugging my lip. He pulls back and then kisses me again, harder until my mind is blank. As we both stand there breathless, he rubs his thumbs over my cheeks.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid while I’m here.” He promises. “You don’t have to tell Hound Dog about everything, but I think you’d feel better if you at least brought up how stressed you’ve been. Midterms are coming up and you’ve worked too hard to let your parents mess that up for you. And I don’t care if you believe this, but I’m going to say it again.” He puts his forehead to mine again so I have to look into his sparkling eyes. “You deserve better.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then look up at him again. It could be time for a change, Little One. He speaks the truth. You deserve a better life than constant fear.

“Have I ever told you just how stubborn you are?” I pout.

“If you have, my ears were phased and I must have missed it.” He chuckles, kissing my forehead. “But I’ve definitely been told that my whole life a time or two.”

I roll my eyes but grin. “Don’t ever change, Mi-kun.”

“Sounds like a recipe for dirty clothes.”

That earns him a jab in the ribs just as the bell rings to start the day.

Want More Mirio? Try: Beneath a Starlit Sky

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Chapter 1: Part 1

It was the first day of summer and the sky was dull and gray from the rain that was supposed to come. School was out and the majority of kids were enjoying their summer by sleeping in. Including Gavin.

But his slumber was soon interrupted by his infant sister’s loud crying. Turning over, he glanced at the time: 6:55 a.m. It was still too early, but the smell of egg, fried cheese, onions and salami woke him up completely. His stomach was begging for some Mangu.

Rolling out of bed, he made his way to the living room, saying ‘good morning’ to his mother as she rocked the baby.

He made his way to the kitchen, where his father was cooking breakfast. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, his father interrupted. “Before you do anything, put the trash out and then wash your hands”

He sighed deeply but did as told, taking the garbage out. As he opened the door, he noticed a few boxes stacked and laying around by the apartment across from his. The previous neighbor, Mrs. Henry, had moved down to North Carolina to get away from the city. She had babysat some of the kids in the building, including Gavin when he was a baby.

New neighbors probably moved in today, he thought. He didn’t see any moving boxes yesterday. Moving along, he hurried taking out the trash and came back up to wash his hands.

For the rest of the afternoon, it was Gavin’s time. Both his parents went off to work and his baby sister was off to another babysitter. It was just Gavin and his closest friend, Ramir. Since diapers, they were thick as thieves. He just lived on the first floor of the building. Today was just a chill day. It would have been greater if they could shoot some hoops at the basketball court, but Ramir had other plans. As they walked to the corner store, he went on and on about how annoyed he was that he had to help his aunt and uncle move in. They were the new neighbors that moved into the apartment across from Gavin.

“I gotta get back soon. I wish I could sneak off but I know how my mother is”. Ramir shook his head. “She will hunt me down. Can’t even say no”

“We got the same mom. I almost slipped up last week when I told her I didn’t want to get up early for church. ‘Doh mek mi done yuh!’, Gavin mocked his mother. “She cursed me out on a Sunday of all days”, he sucked his teeth. “But I’m glad that’s the only thing she did because I almost fainted when I realized I said ‘no’ to her”

“You survived”, Ramir said patting Gavin on his shoulder. He then went back to his rant. “Plus, my moms said I have to watch over my little cousin. Like dang!” 

“Is she a baby”, Gavin asked.

“Two years younger than us. She’s a first grader. So yeah. A baby”, Ramir rolled his eyes. “I mean I’ll look out for her when school starts but now? Messin’ up my summer!”, he mumbled.

“So now I have to ‘watch’ her. I’m not a babysitter. I hate it!”, Ramir continued.

“Dang. So no ball tomorrow?”, Gavin asked. Ramir shook his head. “Nah we can still ball but she just has to tag along. I’ll keep her out of the way.”

Gavin nodded his head. “Good. We can head back after I get my ice tea and chips”. Gavin would have stayed out and hang out at court for a while but he could smell the oncoming rain. So off they went.

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