#now it's the fucking toilet that has been flushing for 4 HOURS NOW

[feralnightwing]

please lord i am on my knees let me get this refund for the airbnb so i can book an actual functioning apartment

[wrentiptoes]

I want someone to buy me pull ups at the store, come home and tell me they think I should wear them, just as a trial. After all I almost had that accident while making dinner yesterday, and the day before that peed all down my legs while I was doing dishes.

Tell me it's just for around the house, afterall I've never been *truly* desperate in public. Right? Until a month or so in, my body's gotten so used to just going at the first twinge of my bladder I wet myself in line at the grocery store. They comfort me, let me know it's not my fault, they weren't watching me close enough, I can't be trusted to know when I need to pee, I'm just a little bunny.

Start 'potty training' me at home. Sit me on a potty in front of you every half hour, don't let me up until I pee at least a little bit. Tell me I'm not allowed to go potty by myself, after all the big toilet is only for people and I'm just a little whore bunny. Put me in diapers instead of the pull ups and cut me down from every half hour to once every 4 hours. After all, if I want to wear big boy pants again i need to be able to hold it.

But my little bladder has gotten so used to never being full that I'm leaking before it's even been 1 hour. Tell me that little bunny rabbit pets shouldn't be so expensive, and that if I can't stop wasting diapers you'll get me a litter box to use instead.

Train me to hold, just a little bit. Enough to feel safe taking off the diapers, I can definitely make it to my box to go! After all there's a box in most rooms, or at least some puppy pads.

On my first day out of diapers, make me crawl to follow you, make breakfast, head into your office. Make me kneel at your feet as you sit at your desk to work. Listen to me start to whine and paw at your leg because "I need to tinkle". Tell me I can't go on my own and you're busy. When I start to squirm and grab myself, tell me if I really can't hold it on my own I can use your foot to help, after all bunnies can't use their hands. Help settle me, boycunt pressed against your foot, and feel your sock soak through. At first you can't tell if I'm leaking already or if being made to crawl around and kneel all day has really made me that wet. You can't tell until I start to hump like the pathetic little bunny I am, that only you can make me.

Listen to me whine and whimper as I grind against your foot, trying desperately to get myself off and keep from making a mess. Ignore me as I beg "please sir, i need to go, I'm gonna make a mess". Tell me I know better, that if I wreck your nice floors I'll be licking it up.

Hear the doorbell ring. Look at me, on my knees, sweating, flushed and rutting against your ankle, and tell me to get up. We have visitors after all. Grab the collar around my neck and hook the leash to it, you do so love showing off your dumb little fuck bunny. Lead me to the door, my still on my hands and knees, back arched, boycunt dripping and bladder bulging, and you, fully dressed and one sock soaked through with my slick. There's no litter box or puppy pads in your office, but there is in the entryway and I know if I can angle just right I can plant myself in the straw of the box at the back door.

But we don't go to the back door. We go to the front, to meet your visitors. You haven't told me we're expecting anyone. It doesn't occur to me to be nervous, you've trained me to trust you. Yes it's embarrassing (humilating really) to be naked and so desperate in front of others, but you've made me confident in my use and appeal as a fuck toy. The front door doesn't have a litter box. Puppy pads are easier to explain to strangers. As we round to corner I can see them. Not ideal for how full my bladder is now, but better than wetting your freshly mopped floors.

The glass door of the entry way greets us and behind it 2 of your friends. I know them too, they play at some of the events we go to. The ones I've never been brave enough to volunteer for. They've seen me mostly naked before and definitely seen all the photos of me that you have, but they've not seen this side of me. The desperate, dick drunk, cock dumb bunny in front of them. They've already seen me though and I'm starting to drip more than slick down my thighs, so no time like the present right?

I start to crawl to the clean puppy pads laid down just for me, when my leash goes taught. Tears welling I tug slightly, but it gets me no slack instead only pulling me closer to you. "Come Wren, meet my friends. They came all the way here just to play with you darling boy" and I can't argue with that, not when they've travelled so far.

So thighs pressed tight I toddle my way over to the door and you open it. They step in say hi to you first as both their friend and my owner. Formality dealt with and permission granted they ruffle my hair and tug at my nipples, gently running their hands over me and fawning at you prized show bunny. One dips their hand between my thighs and my legs slam shut. I look up at you, reduced to whines and moans, squirming as I kneel with my knees firmly together and heels pressed against my sopping boycunt. I but my head against you leg and nibble at your pant leg.

"He's soaked, you must have started without us" oh right. One of their hands is still trapped between my legs. I buck against their palm as the fondly my slick folds and little dick. My eyes clench shut as I fight to hold in any drops. They haven't mentioned the puppy pads or that the wetness on my thighs is far to much to just be slick dripping from my cunt. Maybe they haven't noticed?

The man in front of me starts to tease a single thick finger into my boycunt, teasing and caressing me. I fold over at the waist, eyes clenching tight as he gently tugs at my small cock, humming before looking back up at you "I've never seen one so small, aren't bunnies supposed to be a sign of verility?" You laugh as he keeps going, palm now resting against my dick and finger pumping in and out. The leash tugs at my neck but I know if I sit up now it's all over.

I turn my head and squint on eye open. You make eye contact with my and gasp as I loose control for a moment. A short gush of piss flows out of me as I hump against his hand, desperately trying to stem the flow. He draws his hand back, juices coating it as you respond "I thinm you'll notice Wren here is more alligned with the fertility side of things. But if he's disappointed you already I can grab his strap and he can show you just what it means to fuck like a bunny"

I shake as I scooch my way closer to you, every muscle in my body tense to try to keep the flow of piss from soaking the floor and 3 sets of socks. You tap the side of your leg and I rest my head there as your friends rise and continue their conversation. A few moments pass as I heave for breath before I feel a small trickle down my thigh and hump my hips up seeking friction to get myself back in control. You've already said I can't use my hand, but now with your friends here, can I still use your foot? I use my teeth to tug gently at your pant leg and when that recieves nothing more than you hands running through my hair, I tap my head against your thigh. You look at me from the corner of your eye before looking away. "Sir please, I still need-" I don't get very far before you cut me off. "Hush now Wren, people are talking" I whine and push closer to your thigh and you grip the leash tight in your hand, winding it closer and closer to you until I have no slack, chest pressed against your leg and hips pistoning as my knees speard around you ankle.

"Look at him go. Already got him off once and he's still so keyed up he's humping your leg right here where anyone walking by could see." At his words I look out the glass door we 'stand' in front of. He's right, anyone passing by could look in and see me drooling against your pants and stiped naked at the feet of three people. As the rest of his words process I whine "no, no!" At first it's just to mean I hadn't gotten off yet, I always need permission from sir before I can cum and I need you to know I haven't broken that rule. But as I jerk to force the words out, my bladder spasms. A spurt of urine hits the floors, spattering between my spread legs. I try to slam my legs shut again but your leg is firmly between them. My shout cause you to yank the leash, pulling my collar tight against my throat and cutting off my air for a moment.

My eyes roll as I groan and feel heat puddle against my knees, piss flooding out of me and soaking the bottom of your socks before spreading across the hardwood floor. I melt as the tension leaves my body in rivers that trickle into every nook and cranny. As the flow begins to taper off, I roll my head back on my shoulders, hips jumping as I take in 3 pairs of soaked socks. You snap a foot out to hold my hips in place leaving me with the relief of an empty bladder but no friction to relieve the orher itch growing in me.

"If you think you deserve to get off before any of the rest of us after that stunt, you're a dumber bunny than I thought. Clean up your mess and then you can start working for your reward"

[pretty-ichor]

i truly reached a new low with my father last night. he and my mom were planning to go on a trip today and they were supposed to wake up at 4. i was out late w my bsf, got home at 2. but since like 10 he had nagged me to come back because he wanted to go to sleep and he fucking ANTICIPATED that ill bother his sleep by opening the door. so he fought w my mom for like 4 hours and claimed im trying to kill him by not letting him sleep (literally only because id open the door at some point during his sleep). so he waited until 2 am for me to get back, accused me of ruining another weekend and his life, FOUGHT with me. allllll because he anticipated that i will open the fucking door AT SOME POINT

he's been insane about his sleep for more than half my life. going to the kitchen to get water/food = ruining his sleep, brushing my teeth too loud = criminal offense, ruining his sleep, OPENING A DRAWER, FLUSHING THE TOILET, WHISPERING NOT EVEN IN THE SAME ROOM AS HIM, IN ANOTHER ROOM = ruining his sleep. these are all real examples <3

so anyway now he canceled the trip and is acting like an actual toddler. he chooses to have the same trip and wake up at 4 am almost every weekend

bird box has NOTHING on me. my existence always had to be silent and invisible or id be punished for it

[roxie-16]

Lᡣ𐭩ve Lavatory𝜗𝜚

Characters: Save on foods guy x janitor!reader

Content: smut, 2 people locked in a room, virgin card SWIPED, ‘x reader’ fic, 3rd Pov, no beta we die like men (whoopsies this ain’t ao3), awkward tension, reader is a baddy dom, reader is a janitor, ‘save on foods guy’ has no real name umm-, let’s call him Dave (cause he looks like bootleg Dave lizewski), semi-public activities

Tags: light bondage, strangers, hookup, quickie, virgin male, reader is a girl, cowgirl position, spanking, riding

It was around 4 in the noon, daylight just got hotter and the park was mildly crowded. It’s been long enough for most of the highschool kids to have left the park, all who was there was just little children and oddly creepy church ladies. A group of fresh graduates came about to the park, by golly they all reeked of virgin. They were getting their weekly volunteer hours for babysitting one of the special kids, having them play at the park and helping them learn how to communicate to their surroundings. After a couple minutes of strolling, they all arrived to the swing set.

“Man, how long do we have before we can clock out back at the centre? I wanna get that dark magician booster pack at London drugs” one of the guys spoke, he had botched frosted tops on his fat crew cut hair, sporting a tapered beard and red flannel.

“Few more hours, but hey, we’ve been playing d&d lately.. wanna pop in and make a character? We really need a Celtic for the team” the other one spoke, he had pink died hair like a failed cotton candy experiment, he looked like he ate one too many as well. One of the guys with a silver chain was busy pushing the swing that the special kid was on, he soon got into the conversation as they began geeking about dungeons & dragons. As the squad all talked, well, all but one. Dave. He had a sudden slight feeling of discomfort as he changed his stance to crossing his arms, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Was it his black button up and jeans? No. Two 9th grade girls on the swing next to them clearly admiring him secretly? weird but no. He fiddled with his belt as he raised his sunglasses up a bit, his eyes focused on the public bathrooms. He had to piss.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go hit up the ol’ stalls” Dave spoke, finger gunning at his group before trotting off to the public stall. Realistically he was doing more than waddling, he was SPRINTING to get inside the singular stall. He locked the door shut without even looking who was inside till he got startled by a woman he saw, letting out a girly shriek. The woman’s eyes bored onto him as she spoke in a flat tone,

“Toilet’s broken” huh, she was a janitor. A cute one at that Dave thought, of course he had quite the imaginations considering his inexperience. He quickly shook his thoughts out and gave a quick ‘sorry’. As he turned to open the door, it wouldn’t open.

“What the flip? Don’t tell me the lock is also busted” he said, the woman pushed past him and rattled the door, still it was locked. Well… this is awkward. The woman raised an eyebrow at Dave’s squeamish behaviour, his cheeks flushed faintly as he quickly explained he had to pee.

“Oh. Well then do it in the sink” she suggested

“Are you fucking serious right now? I’m not pissing in the sink!” Especially not infront of a girl he thought, he was more so insecure about the size of his ween rather than the oddness of the situation. The woman scoffed and turned around, so much for privacy but that was he was going to get. He awkwardly positioned himself on his tippy-toes, hovering over the sink as he let out a groan of relief finally getting to pee.

“My names [y/n] what’s yours?” She asked him. Mid-peeing.

“Fuck-uh I-im.. Dave.” He strained out, wriggling a bit before zipping up his pants and washing his hands.

“Well, Dave, since we’re going to be here a while why don’t we talk about something” she suggested. It was better than standing there in awkward silence. He was mostly the one talking, rambling about his interests while the woman listened. It wasn’t often he got to go on tangents with people outside his friendgroup so he was excited, like REALLY excited, and it was apparent too. The woman’s eyes caught a slight glimpse of an outline protruding on his jeans, she smirked a little as she looked up at him again.

“You aware you have like a raging boner right now”

Dave looked down all baffled, he covered his crotch area with his hands

“No I don’t”

“Look at you, what are you some kind of virgin? Getting a hard on just by a conversation”

“S-shut up! [y/n] c’mon, that’s not funny” he whined. The woman smiled as she came closer, grabbing his chin as she spoke in a low tone,

“How bout’ I help you with that?”

“I- you- are you for real right now?” He sputtered

“Why not? You’re decent looking and besides, the whole nerd shtick is kinda adorable” she winked at him, fucking tease.

Meanwhile, Dave was sweating balls. He’s never had experience with a woman, let alone talk to one this long other than ordering coffee at timmies.

“[y/n] I- what do I do?” He asked, like a Damn idiot. It was true though, he had no sense of what to do or what approach to go by.

“Dave relax, doll. Let me take care of it” she winked. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down on the closed lidded toilet, having him slouch in an uncomfortable position as she tied his hands with some firm ass toilet paper. His jeans got unzipped, buttons messily popped off as she crashed her lips onto his with a wet kiss. Her bottom hovered over his clothed bulge as she slowly grinded on it, making him groan into her mouth. They finally pulled away, panting a bit as they’re saliva connected. He had a stupid grin on his face, clearly enjoying this. She pulled his thick brown locks firmly, attacking his neck with nips and kisses, all the while she slowly positioned herself onto his raging member. Soon as she had him in, he almost came just from the feeling alone. Her warm wet walls clenching him perfectly as she began to bounce on him, albeit roughly. He couldn’t control his nasally sounds as he moaned, she slapped his face and tugged his hair harder.

“Quiet you moron, this bathroom echos. Keep it down or I’ll make you shut up” she threatened, he nodded his head with a whine. though he still kept slipping up and being too loud, resulting in more slaps to the face. She’d even get off him for a split second just to slap his member before slamming back down on it and riding him even harder. He was practically drooling a little and letting out soft whimpers, he felt a wave of embarrassment being seen in such a pathetic state. The woman got pleasure in seeing him so submissive, pulling his head up to kiss him. In a matter of time he managed to get his release, she had him spill onto some toilet paper before she threw it away. She pulled up her navy blue sweatpants, she then ripped the toilet paper that blinded his wrists. Dave was still in a daze from, well- his first time. He noticed at the corner of his eyes the woman went up to the door lock, pushed it in 3 times and twisted it, and the door was open.

“Wait a damn minute- you know how to open the door this whole time?”

The woman smirked as she blew a kiss at him,

“And? You got to have a fun time. See you another time, doll.” Another time? The hell does she mean by that? He looked down and noticed a piece of toilet paper with a number on it, her number. Huh, lucky guy he grinned to himself, zipping his pants up and buttoning his shirt. This was gonna be quite the story to tell his friends…

[andguesswhat]

Diary of a mall Santa Claus

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4

Boner Day

*

When Armie walks into the dressing room this afternoon, Timmy, already in costume, immediately turns a bit away from him, leaning awkwardly against the locker, looking absolutely miserable.

"What's wrong?" asks Armie concerned.

The way Timmy looks at him, his presence seems to make it worse. He nervously steps from one foot to the other... and that's when Armie sees it.

"Wow!" he says respectfully, and then has to laugh out loud. This thing was huge. And the tights did not hide much.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not! What happened?"

"I forgot to jerk off this morning!"

Armie takes a moment.

Youth. Damn youth!

“And then I met with a fellow student to rehearse a scene…” Timmy trails off.

Of course Armie is dying to know what kind of rehearsal that had been but he just asks, quite dryly, "Need some help with that?"

He only said it because he couldn't have not said it, but he has to admit he didn't really expect Timmy's response.

"Would you?"

He blinks. Had he heard right? Because Timmy's voice was really quiet, and the way he's looking at him with those big puppy eyes....

But he's got his mouth half open and he's licking his lips right now....

Okay, okay! If Timmy meant it differently, he'll say so.

So Armie gives in to his already running wild hormones and unceremoniously drags Timmy behind him, into the bathroom, into the toilet stall. His pulse rises in seconds, his cock already hard from the excitement. The lock clicks and he pushes Timmy against the wall, sucks at his neck, which he wanted to claim for himself since the hickey thing yesterday and secertly hopes to leave a much bigger one. He also wants to taste those sweet lips. And yes, it’s so fucking good. Sweet lips, soft lips, he can't get enough. Especially not from the sweet noises Timmy makes. This is better than any dark room.

It's hard, really hard for him, he could do this for hours but he has to get away from it all quickly, because they're not only here for fun. It's got to be quick.

He pulls down Timmy's pants, and he knows he could just jerk him off, but he wants to feel it, taste it, so he kneels down in front of Timmy and lets that big boner slide into his mouth. And god, how he loves that.

Timmy moans out loud, gets on his tiptoes, his hands grab into Armie's hair, and because it's too short for that, Timmy takes Armie's shirt.

Shit, this is so good.

"I'm...", Timmy begins after a few moments.

But Armie doesn't care, a few more times and he takes it all. It's just so damn sexy.

When he feels the trembling subside, the grab on his shirt loosen, he finally lets go.

He wipes his mouth and stands up.

Timmy, biting his lip, his cheeks flushed, looking fucking beautiful, is looking at Armie, then at his pants. And at his bulge.

Armie is about to say not to worry about it when Timmy is already pushing him against the bathroom door, unzipping his pants. And when Timmy kneels down, pulls his hard cock out of his pants and takes it in his mouth, Armie can't help but moan out way too loud, too. Fucking shit.

He really didn't expect this when he got up this morning. That he would get a blowjob from an elf. And no, this definitely wasn't the first time Timmy had done that.

The little fucker is talented as hell and his lust for sucking Armie's dick is hot as fuck. So yeah, Armie comes fast too. Had to anyway. Before anyone gets in. Which of course is part of the thrill. But it was good. Really good.

When it's Timmy's turn to wipe his mouth and stand up, Armie is still afterglowing.

"Thanks, man." Timmy smiles sheepishly at him, pushes open the door latch and walks out.

Armie looks after him a bit puzzled.

Yeah, thanks, man.

*

[attackonmango]

|Party of Five|Jean x Reiner x Reader x Marco x Bertholdt|Smut|

|This is a pretty long, disgusting and sexual one shot, that I wrote to The Take. It will be upward of a few thousand words, so I hope you like long, smutty chapters. Party of 5, right this way ;)|

"Go clean the showers, brat; you used them last," Levi ordered as he stopped by your room to assign your latest late-night chore. You tried your hardest not to groan out loud. It would help if you had listened to your roommate Ymir who told you to wait until morning.

"Aye, Aye, captain," you muttered, cursing him in your head as he left your shared quarters.

Heading to the supply closet, you grab two dozen handmade rags, a few buckets and a bunch of cleaning products.

The walk to the shower building wasn't far, thankfully. Though the sun has been down for a few hours, the summer air was still suffocating.

"I guess I'd rather be cleaning the showers than shovelling horse shit," you mutter as you pass by the smelly barn. You were laughing to yourself as you listen to Sasha and Connie argue, irritated due to the vile fumes that their masks couldn't protect them from.

As you make it to the showers, you hear laughter inside, and as you open the doors, it only gets louder.

You see Reiner, Jean, Bertholdt and Marco, chasing each other with towels. You watch as they pop each other with them, screaming when it came in contact with their skin.

As Jean and Bertholdt ran past you, Bertholdt popped you with a towel though he aimed for Jean. You cried out in pain, laughing due to shock. "Damn! That shit hurt." you scoffed, partially playing.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Bertholdt apologized profusely as he squinted his eyes, scratching his neck. His face flushed red as he looked at you with embarrassment.

Nodding, you raise your hands to put space between the two of you, "Just don't hit me anymore, accidental or on purpose." you laugh, and he joins in shyly.

"I'm guessing Levi set you to clean the girl's showers?" he asked, creating small talk to avoid awkward silence. He was thankful you had forgiven him so quickly.

"Yea, I'm gonna be here for a while. Not as long as you guys tho, I hear it's pretty bad in there." you laugh to yourself. That rumour has been floating around for a while since training began.

"It is; we've been here since six” Bertholdt exasperated. You both part ways, Bertholdt back on the hunt for Jean.

For the next two hours, you wipe up the wet floors, clean off the mirrors and toilets. You moped and began to clean individual showers. You made sure to make everything pristine as white, exactly how Levi likes it. You didn't want to be back down here tomorrow.

Something tells you that the boys would though, their laughter and the sounds of them running echoed of the walls. They definitely weren’t cleaning. Sometimes you'd see Jean, looking for the rag he lost hours ago. Reiner and Bertholdt rough housing like usually and Marco trying to get everyone to remain on task.

Suddenly in ran Marco, wailing as he raced from Reiner who carried a sloshing bucket of clear water. “I’m just trying to get out of here early? Whats so wrong with that?” Along with “I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear?”

You watch as Marco rans in your direction as Reiner braced himself to throw the clean water. “Hey chill out! I just wiped the floor.” You scold in protest.

Reiner shook his head, adamant that he do what he planned. “A little bit of water never hurt no body.” After that, everything went in slow motion. Marco slipped behind Y/N as the water splashed down on her.

"Yah!" You cried out as Reiner attempted to splash Marco with an entire bucket of water, but he moved out of the way as cold water pierced your skin; the boy's eyes widened as they drifted towards you. Their laughing came to a halt as they started. "Oh shit, " Reiner and Marco exclaim as they still their feet.

Plenty of the water splashed into your mouth and nose, causing you to cough it up. Hacking in front of Marco and Reiner, as your eyes pricked with tears. “Assholes.” You muttered before groaning loudly.

Reiner and Marco swallow thickly as they notice your tears of distress. Too bad they lacked sympathy, as you looked too good for them to care.

"I told you guys to fucking cool it, now I'm wet," you scold them as the shirt clung to your skin. You ran your hands through your hair as you sighed, frustration coursing through you. If looks could kill, they’d be dead because you were pissed.

You pay no attention to Jean and Bertholdt as they walk over to the girl showers, not noticing the way their eyes bulged in their sockets.

You watched as a blush crept up Marco's cheeks as he looked the other direction, refusing to make eye contact, Jean's mouth ajar, both surprise and pure happiness etched on his features.

"Hello, excuse me?" you glared as your hands landed on your hips, as one side jutted out. You turned to glare at Reiner, who grinned, staring intensely at your chest as Bertholdt turned around to avoid your gaze altogether.

Suddenly you shivered, glancing down; you notice you had a white shirt on. A wet white shirt on. "Oh shit!" You cried out, hands flying to cover your breast that we're on full display.

You couldn’t turn away because they stood around you on all sides, and someone would get a eyeful of tits. The best you could do was hiding them behind your arms and hands.

You laughed nervously, absolutely flustered, "Advert your eyes." Your face flushed as you shifted on your feet. Your heart raised as the situation set in. Reiner had exposed you while targeting Marco in front of the 4 of them while they gaped at you. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notices the pitches in their shorts.

"They look great, " Jean chuckled, raising a brow at you. He felt no shame as he drank in your figure. Jean always thought you were sexy. The way your breast filled your shirt, he noticed the way they bounced as you ran.

Reiner visibly cringed, tossing his head back with laughter. "You sound creepy, horse face." Reiner stalked towards you, his eyes flickering from your chest to your bottom lip that you had sucked between your teeth, chewing it until it had gotten red. The look in his eyes weakening your taut knees.

"And you're not?" Jean shot back at Reiner, who ignored him.

"My apologies, Y/N, that bucket was for Marco, " Reiner muttered huskily as he hooked a finger under the hem of your shirt as water dripped down your thighs, tugging harshly. The way he towered over you had you reeling.

Marco loved how plush your thighs were; though he was a gentleman, he isn't innocent. He could see himself dying happily with his head in between them. He couldn't curb the pang of jealousy that washed over him as Reiner toyed with your shirt. You were petrified and enticed as he did so.

You have always found Reiner attractive, as well as the other boys in the room. You had watched thrm grow from boys to men over tge last few years. So his proximity and gaze caused heat to pool in your pants, as you drank in his Earthy scent. His cool breath wafted across your face and the cold water he dumped on you. It didn’t help as the other peered down at you like predator ready to jump on prey. But that’s what this was, wasnt it.

Reiner's next question caused your jaw to drop, "Would you let us take you right here?" You hadn't noticed how close the boys had gotten, Jean and Reiner more so than the others. Reiner lifted his hand to cup your face, his callous hand tracing stars on your cheek.

Your eyes widened as you stared in shock, stepping back until someone pulled you into them, "I-" a hand groping your hip stole your will to speak.

"I bet she would, " Jean purred in your ear, as he pressed himself against you from behind. His clothed length rutting against your full bottom, he massaged your hips, causing your mind to race. "Don't say you haven't thought about it, love, having your brains fucked out while we use you." Jean wasn't wrong; you constantly thought of having to be under them while they ravaged your body, using up whatever they pleased. You thought of all the possibilities of dirty things they could do to you. But you never thought you’d do anything with one of them, in front of the rest of them. And you definitely didn’t think you’d be with all of them at the same time.

You find yourself absent-mindedly backing into Jean, loving the way his length prodded your butt. His fingers dig into your waist as he sensually moved his hips. "See, she's eager." Jean chuckled darkly as he reaches to grab a full fist of hair. He anchors your head, causing you to stare up at Reiner through hooded eyes. "Tell him, slut." You couldn't fight it as you were filled with desire. Usually, that word would hurt your feelings, but given the situation and opportunity at hand, it made you want more than a bit of friction.

Reiner looked down at you, his eyes soft as he waits for your answer. "It is the least you could do," your lashes flutter as you pull away from Jean enough to slip your sodden shirt off. Catering to your nerves, you covered yourself the best you could until Jean pulled your hands away.

"Definitely," Reiner muttered as his hands wander your upper body. Dropping to his knees, he guided your exposed breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your sensitive nipple as he tugged, nibbling slightly. You feel him grin as your breathy moans escape you, as you shuddered under their touch. Jean's palms were kneading your ass in his hands. He smirked as you crumple in him and Reiner's grasp as he mutters what he plans on doing to you.

You don't protest as Jean pulled your pants down, lifting your legs out of them. They were quickly discarded since they were no longer needed, along with your panties. His long fingers playing at your entrance.

Your hands danced around in Reiner's hair as he suckled on your bust. As you moaned softly, you tried your hardest not to push his head, but to no avail.

"Slow down, baby, " Reiner muttered as he pulled away, spit trailing from his lips to your sensitive bud, his eyes dilated as he palmed himself through his shorts. "You'll get what you want." The authority in his voice caused your core to dampen; you rub your moist thighs together to ease your desire. You nodded at him, signaling you understand.

“Atta girl,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away water. A pout falls upon your lips as he pulled away too fast for your liking.

"Take these off, " Reiner ordered, referring to his clothes as he pinched your erect nipples, moistening them both.

"Yessir," you exasperate, shamelessly; you rush to get his shirt off, drooling as the shower lights glistened on his toned chest. As you worked on his belt, your hands shake causing Jean to laugh, you groan in agitation as you couldn’t even open his belt.

. "Help her out, man, she's struggling." his hand worked faster as he slipped in another digit inside, curling them as he hit your g spot.

Heat fills your stomach as you sigh into Reiner's chest, he pats your head, telling you it okay. “Guess I’ll do it myself.”

You sigh as his hands slip in between you, the familiar jingle of his belt causing you to clench around Jean’s finger. You feel as his hands work on his belt as you took time to revel in pleasure. Jean moved his other hand from your hip to work your clit, using your slick as a lubricant. You sank deeper into his arms while Reiner worked his belt off along with his pants.

It fell to the ground, the metal on it clinking as it hit the floor. You grin sexily as Reiner stood in all his glory. "There. Now finish," he spoke curtly. Slipping your hand into his boxers, you pull them down. Jumping as his cock sprang out, hitting your face because you were sandwiched between the two. Reiner’s dick was long and thick, his tip swollen with anticipation and his tip pink with want. You trail your fingers down his veins that were prominent on all sides, smiling as he sighed sensually, dick throbbing in your hands. Your eyes cut to Marco, who stood watching, panting slightly as his hand with hand in his pants. Bertholdt stood watching; his breathing laboured as he watched with a red face, his dick hard as well."What about those two, " you mutter as you stare into their eyes.

"Don't worry about them, " Jean spoke harshly as he pulled his clothes off his skin. "We're busy for now."

"Look at you, so interested in someone else's needs." Reiner praised once more, peppering your lips with soft kisses. "They'll get a turn. Right now, we're playing."

Jean pulls your legs, spreading them out. His hand trailed down your back as he kissed your neck, leaving love bites when he can. Jean pressed on the small of your back, asking you to arch. He leaned you down, your face in front of Reiner’s dick, who cupped your chin again, his fingers brushing against your lip as you sat on your hands and knees.

"Say ah," as he patted your face, his voice tantalizing and husky with seduction, asking you to open your mouth, you almost instantly complying. He guided his dick to and past your lips, brushing his pre-cum on your plush, full and moistened lips. Licking them, you hum with delight. Wrapping your tongue around his tip, you pull Reiner by his thighs as close as you could without choking.

You shudder as Jean aligned himself at your entrance, his tip drawing circles on your clit as you buck your hips involuntarily. Your moaning sent vibration down Reiner's length.

You grew irritated as Jean teased your hole with the swole tip of himself, you push away from Reiner, enough so you could be. “Don’t leave me hanging, Jean.” You muttered back at the brunette who glared darkly. You shiver as sly laughter fell from his lips.

A scream shot in you as Jean plunged into, slamming into your sweet spot. You couldn’t help the way Jean pushed you into Reiner, causing you to gagged around him. Your nose scrunches up as more precum slides down your throat as he throbbed on your wet muscle.

Making quick use of your throat, Reiner hips began to rock in a slow, tight motion as he fucked your face slowly, one hand on the back of your head, knotted loosely in your hair. The other is under your armpit and wrapped around your shoulder, tugging you farther from Jean.

Warm drool pools in your mouth and down your chin. It dribbled down his waist, slicking his balls, the squelching of your throat and the feel of your tongue lapping him up as you hummed on his dick as Jean teased your womanhood drove him insane, as he pulled you you closer, watching your mouth swallow him up, again and again.

"F-fuck, so good." Reiner sputtered out praise, massaging the back of your head gently with one hand. It was a miracle you could breathe because the two of them weren't giving you a chance.

Marco's hand was in his pants, pumping away slowly, chasing a nut as he watched Reiner and Jean play tug of war with you and manhandled you. Listening to you cry out and moan was enough to cause him to erupt all over his hand. You groan at the empty feeling you feel as Jean pulls out. It didn’t last long though, as you squelch and pucker around him.

Suddenly you cried out as Jean pushed into your pulsating core, stuffing you even though he hadn't bottomed out. You're hogging Y/N, Reiner," Jean growled, his hands digging into your hips, pulling your ass apart. He watched part of his long and girthy shaft reappear and disappear from inside of you. "Let up, bro."

"Fuck no," Reiner breathed out, his eyes fluttering as he sighed, followed by more praise. Jean tugged you closer to him, against Reiner's needy and robust grip, pressing on your back, fixing your arch. To him, it wasn't deep enough; your ass needs to be higher. "Keep that arch, dammit."

You body lunges back and forth as they fuck into you simultaneously. You knees weaken as the realization sets in. To them, you were a rag doll, something they could use because you’d never stop them. You enjoyed it too much.

You cried out as Jean's large and heavy hand landed on your ass with a loud smack. His hands moved from your hips to your stomach; he slammed into the rest of the way and withdrew, leaving you feeling empty. Delicious pain shot through you as he pushed up back inside you.

The wetness of your mouth and your screams sending vibration down his dick, Reiner's hips to stall as he began to shake. To know that you even had this power over him caused you to clench around Jean.

Reiner moved his hands back to your head, tightening his grip in your now tangled hair. His dick hit the back of your throat as he forcefully pushed you closer to Jean, who thrust relentlessly, his head tossed make in pleasure. Reiner emptied himself down your throat, holding you in place as he forced you to take his load. "Swallow it all, beautiful." which you had no choice but to oblige; thankfully, he tasted pretty good. Sweeter than salty.

He moved a hand to your jaw, rubbing it softly as you breathed out heavily as he pulled out of your mouth with an audible pop. "Open up," he omitted quietly, tapping your chin. He wiped the wetness of tears from your eyes as you looked up at him through wet lashes, fighting moans as Jean also got sloppy with his thrusts.

Opening your mouth, Reiner looked inside and smiled constantly. "Good job, you did so well." though he was on his knees, he leaned down to kiss you right as your much-awaited orgasm shot through you as Jean's dick rubbed against you g spot, his thumb playing with your sensitive clit, the warm pit in your stomach boiling over as you spilled out onto Jean's pulsating length.

You pulled away from Reiner and cried out as Jean pulled you close to him, pinning your hands behind your back as he fucked you through your orgasm, laying you against the cold tiles that cut through your warmth. He laid on top of your shaking figure; he laid perfectly on your arch, putting all his weight on you to hold you down. Pulling out of you, Jean came on your ass, using a hand to smear it all over you. You noticed that Bertholdt finally turned around, a concerned look on his face as he held a rag, sitting in a chair.

Finally letting you go, Jean stood up smiling as he watched you lay on the ground. Walking around you, he stands at your hand. Watching your chest heave up and down made satisfaction shoot through him. "Told you that you'd like it." Jean laughed at your dazed expression, glazed over eyes and a tired and euphoric smile on your face.

Before Jean could get into aftercare, Bertholdt swooped you up as you cried out. You were sensitive, and they were pretty rough. "Aftercare is essential. Let's clean you up, baby." Bertholdt held you close, smiling softly as you looked at him through teary eyes.

He sat back in the chair, using the damp rag to wipe away the spit that covered your face, along with the nut on your ass, and also your folds, while he told you how perfect you had been, how sexy it was to watch his friends use you while your face was in his shirt. "Can you do me a favour?"

Looking up, you nodded your head, listening to whatever Bertholdt is about to say. You would speak, but you were still coming down from your high.

"Let me taste you." Passion burns in his eyes as Bertholdt licks his lips. You couldn't say no, not to that face. You hear the other boys laugh and tease the both of you.

You hide your face in his shirt as he wraps his around you, "you don't have to, but I'd like it." he muttered so only you could hear. He was giving you an out; if today had been too much, then Bertholdt hoped to do it someday along the line.

" I want to," you say hoarsely, your throat still ached from Reiner. "Let's lay by the shower," Bertholdt instructed as he covered your named body to one of the showerheads. He positioned you so that the water would hit your upper stomach. Turning it on to the lowest setting, water gently spurts out of the faucet, spraying a warm mist over your body that ached from being slutted out by Jean and Reiner. Who knew the pairing made for a devilish dicking down.

Bertholdt brought you back to his attention as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. He scooted close enough to smell your desire. He teased your clit with a light brush of his fingers. You cry out, the feeling of want to build deeply inside you.

"Such a tease," you muttered, bucking your hand against his skimming hand. Laughing lightly at you, Bertholdt teases your clit a few times before he sucked on it. Your thigh squeeze, involuntarily but Bertholdt opened your legs up. His tongue danced around your clit, rolling it between his lips as you began to moan out, your hands resting on his head, tingling as water lightly drizzles upon your arm. Bertholt put his arms around you, massaging your tummy in his hand while his tongue rubbed your clit. He sucked on every part of your pussy, that he could.

As he began to fuck you with his tongue, he dropped a hand down to run a tight circle with his thumb on your clit. Convulsing, you bucked your hips to match the flow of his tongue, working for your orgasm. Your breath began laboured as you met eyes with the other guys.

“Such a good girl, look at the way your grinding into Bert’s face,” Marco praised as you began to hump their friend’s face while he worshiped you with his tongue.

"You look adorable when you are about to cum," Reiner teased as he chuckled at your expression. You couldn't help but chew your lip with anticipation for your release.

"I can't believe you are this slutty," Jean laughed as he fucked you with his eyes.

You began to babble, at a loss for words due to their words and Bertholdt devouring you like he hadn’t ate earlier today in the mess hall

They loved to see you so vulnerable like this; it was a side not many seen since you were a seasoned soldier. But to see you mewling around through touch was enough to drive them nuts. They often all fantasized about you, they knew that they had a mutual crush on you, which they playfully argued about but it was nothing detrimental. And now, here they are, fucking you together, and jacking off to the way your face contorted and the way your body twisted, begging for more.

“Damn, if i knew, ah, that your mouth was this good, I would’ve hopped on a lot sooner.” You breathed out, hard carding through his soft brown hair.

“You taste so damn sweet,” Bertholdt muttered, his nose nudging your pulsating clit as he dipped his tongue into your core. He groaned at the way you tasted as he spread you open, licking a bold strip down your folds.

You watch the others as they pump away with their cocks in hand. Black dots cover your vision as you feel another orgasm shoot through to, Soaking Bertholdt's chin and lips as he lapped up your orgasm, his hands massaging away at your tummy.

Curses leave your lips as you rock your hip into his mouth that attempted to swallow your soul. "Ah~ Fuck!" you cried out, tears pricking in your eyes.

"It's okay, Y/N." Marco's voice echoes through you as you shook with pleasure. Reaching for him, Marco took his hand in yours, and he used the other one to brush your tears away. "You've been doing so good, now of your turn to be pleasured." he purred in your ear as he guided you through your second orgasm.

You latch onto his lips with yours, your tongue fighting to devour each other. Marco grinned at your breathy moans that he swallowed.

As your moans came to a stop, you couldn't help but lightly push Bertholdt away from your center. You were way too sensitive, and if he could have it his way then, you'd be there in that spot, all damn night.

He laughed as he laid eyes on you, you looked fucked beyond your comprehension, and your mind was still catching up. "You tasted amazing, thank you." Bertholdt pressed his lips to yours one last time to let you taste yourself.

Humming in his mouth, you hug him. You felt thankful and were in utter bliss. You've never been fucked so good before. This was your first 5-some, and you knew this was heavily frowned upon, but these four made you feel the best you have ever felt.

Reiner handed you your shorts and his undershirt so that you could get dressed. "So," he began, both of your faces glowing red and hot. "I think I speak for the guys when I say, this was fun. If you weren't satisfied, or this isn't your thing, we don't have to do it again, but we could." Reiner trailed off as the guys mutually agreed out loud. “Shit we would be more than welcome to doing this frequently.”

"It was enjoyable, a bit too enjoyable. It seems like now we are a party of 5, causing regular sex isn't going to cut it if I can be fucked with that," you laugh as you slip your clothes on. Pressing your lip to Reiner's lips and then each boy after that.

"Reiner and Jean," you call as you break away from your kiss with Bertholdt. "Next time, maybe don't fight with each other." you giggle as they awkwardly grin with knowing smiles.

"You liked it," Jean muttered as he pulled you into him, tucking you into his side as he kisses the top of your head.

"I did, now let's finish." you admitting, grabbing your things to finish cleaning before Levi makes an appearances. You ignored the shaking of your legs until you had finished. The five of you are finally at the dorms when you collapse into Marco, who carried you back.

Like you had said, it was like a guilty pleasure. You enjoyed being around beautiful men who wanted on you hand and foot. They were amazing and the sex was great too.

[worminstuff]

The Balcony of the Treehouse Pt.6

sleepy bois x reader au

no warnings:)

also merry christmas:)

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“Is that good or bad” Y/n asked Techno, her gaze soft.

“I'm not sure. He was really cool but..” Techno shrugged his shoulders.

It was currently the next day, and Y/n was accompanying Techno in the treehouse. They were currently discussing Techno’s new friend as of yesterday, Bo. Sam's older son.

Apparently Bo was sorta like Techno in some ways. They were both pretty shy at first but then found some common interest, and became rather comfortable pretty fast. Bo even let Techno ramble about Y/n for a bit and also said he would totally wanna meet her too.

“He's just not me.” Y/n grinned cockily and Techno pushed her shoulder.

“Right.” he rolled his eyes. “How was it with the other boys?”

“It was alright. Surprisingly very chill. I guess Tommy and Tubbo had really tired themselves out in the morning beforehand.” she shrugged. She was telling the truth, they slept for quite a while and were only awake for about an hour before everyone else got back.

“What about Will?” Techno wondered how she handled being around him while he was still..angsty.

Y/n shrugged again. She didn't really want to tell him about the kitchen and how they talked for the whole tiny Tommy and Tubbo napped. Or the cigarettes.

She couldn't stop thinking about how she was sitting on the counter and how he seemed so calm and sweet as if nothing happened.

She just had no idea, he was doing it on purpose. Will figures, if he can ignore his protective and jealous feelings, and maybe just try to get a connection with her. He may actually be able to get somewhere. Techno has the higher ground, he spends all his time with her and he has for years. Wilbur's only just started to in the past year and a half or so.

Wilbur doubts Techno actually has genuine feelings for Y/n. He has no way of genuinely knowing. It's just sort of a hunch. Or a hope maybe.

“He actually asked if i wanted to go to that bonfire thing with him..” her voice was almost a mumble. Just after she said she thought it would be fun, Wilbur explained the next evening they were going down to the beach to have a bonfire and hangout and chill. He said they do it often and it's always really fun.

Techno looked at her, slightly surprised. She wanted to hangout with Wilbur? No way.

“And you said..no..right?” his brows furrowed.

“Well..wait why would I say no?” she looked at him. Her brows furrowed also.

“Well obviously..I- he- what?” Techno shook his head.

“What do you mean what? Why would I have said no? It sounds fun.” she crossed her arms.

Techno stared at her for a moment. He slid a bit forward, so he was a bit closer. He leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his head on his hands. Y/n stared back questioningly.

“Odds.” he stated, staring right into her eyes.

“Techno!” Y/n pushed his leg a bit, and looked away, slightly mad. “What the hell?!”

Odds was something they created when they were young, similar to the game odds, it ends with saying a number between certain odds to help decide something.except that's usually for something like a dare. In this case, they used it in sort of flip of a coin situations, but only when one of them thought it was really really important. And the person that calls odds, gets to pick the odds, ex. 1 through 5 or 1 through 10 etc. they did this so they didn't argue about situations sorta like this.

“If you say the same number as me, 1 through 4, you stay. If not, you can go. odds on your side.” he had 0 emotion to his features.

“That's not fair!” she frowned.

“It is though. I called it.” he shrugged, almost smiling. Almost.

Y/n huffed. “Fine.”

Techno counted them down and on the count of three,

“Two.” they spoke at the same time.

“Fuck!” Y/n hit his knee as Techno grinned. Crisis averted. Or so he thought.

Techno grinned as she huffed and crossed her arms with a pout, shooting daggers with her eyes.

“Hey, it's not that bad! Now I can read you that book you got me.” Techno had a happy little grin on his face.

“Oh no, i'm definitely going.” Y/n said. His smile disappeared instantly.

“What? But- but odds?” his shoulders sank. Y/n alone with will in a car, and then alone with him and his friends, at a bonfire. There would be beer and shit everywhere! He just wanted her with him, safe away from Wilbur's scummy friends.

“I told Will I would! I can't go back on that. That's so rude.” she looked at him with puppy eyes.

Techno glared slightly, looked away, then looked back. She knew the eyes work, he acts all tough but he's too soft for it not to work.

“Okay. but i want you back here, when it's over. Not your house, not inside our house. Treehouse.” he pointed to the floor.

“And then normal sleepover?” Y/n smiled a little.

Techno's face softened as he saw her smile. He tried not to match her smile while shaking his head a little.

“Sure.”

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“Who's going this time?” Phil asked Wilbur.

It was around 5 or 5:30 and everyone was sat around the dining room table having dinner like they always do. Phil was currently discussing the bonfire with Wilbur, because he wanted to make a guesstimate in his head for how long Will would be gone using context clues. Because Will was never really home by the times he says he will.

“The usual group” Wilbur pointed his fork at his plate. “Oh! And Y/n”

Wilbur looked to her with a grin. Phil, for a lack of better words, looked as if one of his kids just had a pregnancy scare.

“Sorry, “ Phil shook his head slightly, “say that again?”

“Or don't.” Techno mumbled, Y/n jabbed him in the side with her elbow.

“I'm going along! I haven't done anything fun lately so Wilbur offered to let me tag along. It'll be fun.”Y/n shrugged.

Wilbur was beaming, Techno was silently livid, and Phil was looking in between the two very nervously.

The reason Techno was so genuinely angry was because Wilbur looked so smug when they sat down at the table. His grin was from ear to ear and he was excited to talk to Y/n about when she wanted to go and if she needed anything from her house, and the entire time Techno sat and felt his anger levels rise. His ears were hot, his shoulders tense and not a smile in sight.

He wanted to smack the smirk of his brother's face to be frank.

Techno knew what was going to happen. She was going to go with him, and have an amazing time. Great, right? Wrong. Clear to Techno, this was some evil master plan. Wilbur was going to give her more friends she would only go see with him. So when she wanted to spend time with these new people she had to also see him. And obviously at first she'll be all she so he gets to confront her and break her out of her shell. Techno knows how social Y/n can be, and she loves meeting new people! He hated to say it, but his brother was a genius.

Techno's fingers were starting to tremble.

What if she did like them? And wanted to see them more? What if they're cooler than him and what if they do drugs? Y/n wouldn't do drugs..would she?

His breath was slowly starting to catch up on him. He excused himself quickly and made his way off to the bathroom.

The crisp sound of the door creaking filled his ears as his back slid against it till he was on the floor.

His mind was running rampant.

How well does he really know Y/n? What could she possibly want with a bonfire when she has him and the treehouse? Is he not enough for her? Should he try to make more friends?

What was wrong with him?

He clutched his leg as he silently shook and took tiny shallow breaths.

Soon enough, just as he was starting to be able to allow more air into his lungs there was a soft knock on the door.

“Techno?..” Phil's voice was soft on the other side of the door.

Techno sniffled as he stood, he brushed himself off, and took a deep breath pushing all emotion from his features. He reached over and flushed the toilet a few feet in front of him, then he ran the sink for a moment before opening the door with one hand wiping on his leg.

“Hm?” he raised his brows.

Phil stared at him, analyzing his face fully. He looked fine, sort of. He looks normal to anyone who isn't his father per say. Phil could see behind his cold eyes he had been crying. No matter how much he pushed his emotions down, he couldn't push away the puffy eye bags or the glossy sheen, though they were actually very subtle.

A simple arm was raised and Techno immediately fell into him, deadweight in his arms. Phil held him tightly, silently. He pressed his cheek onto Techno's head, brushing down the unruly tangles in his hair.

There were no words spoken, they stood silently. Phil knew Techno wasn't going to tell him anything so he did not bear to try.

A little bit of time passed, and they broke apart to make their way back when Phil leaned over,

“Laugh with me like we said something funny. Trust me.”

Techno stared at him for a moment, and then giggled softly. Phil joined him and their laughs were terribly fake which caused more laughter and soon it became real laughter as they were walking into the dining room.

Y/n was staring at a babbling Tommy, while Wilbur was on his phone. Y/n immediately looked to Techno once he was in the room, a worried look on her eyes that disappeared as she saw his face. She was worried for nothing.

Phil patted Techno's back softly as they both picked up their plates to clean them, Tommy following suit with his father and older brother. Will and Y/n stood to do the same.

“Alright dad, think we're gonna head off.” Wilbur said, his grin authentic.

Phil nodded, “Right, don't forget to send me a ping when you get there and on your way home.” he pointed a winger between the pair, both nodded.

Techno stared aimlessly as he watched his girl walk out the door with his brother.

He hoped she was going to have fun.

As soon as both doors to the front seats of Will's car closed, Wilbur looked at her excitedly.

He turned the car on and pulled from the driveway, “Are we excited?”

“You can say that.” her smile was small.

“Don't be nervous, you're gonna love them and they're gonna love you. It's gonna be great.”

Y/n stared at him for a moment, he read her so easily. He looked so giddy. Was it because of her? She didn't want to get cocky but she'd never seen him this excited to see his friends before.

Wilbur's mind was running wild, he was alone with her for once, and then she got to hangout with his people. He even had a small surprise for her that he was even more excited for.

Y/n was progressively getting more and more nervous as they drove silently. She was starting to overthink. As she listened to her thoughts quietly, she failed to notice her leg start to bounce.

Will placed a gentle hand on her knee, “None of that. Nothing to be worried over. I wouldn't have asked you to come if i didn't know for a fact they'd like you.” his eyes broke away from the road momentarily. Y/n nodded. She trusted him.

Soon the smell of saltwater filled the car. Y/n took a quiet deep breath. Letting it fill her lungs. She slowly calmed herself, trying not to think of the hand on her knee, it would only fuel her nervous fire.

Y/n felt strange being here without Techno. It felt wrong. She rarely ever goes anywhere he isn't. He's practically glued to her 85% of the time.

Which was why when she was first meeting Wilbur's “crew”, she felt like a fish out of water.

Even with Wilbur's comforting hand holding hers, she felt stiff and awkward. They were all intimidating, the dudes were tall and confident and the girls were all gorgeous and sweet. Confident too.

She did notice, one of the boys seemed much more approachable. He stood at the back of the group while introductions were going around, she learned his name was Eret and he was one of Wilbur's newer friends but he was really cool.

Wilbur beamed at Y/n as he told her about his friends, his hand was still gentle and it made her smile.

Wilbur was happy she was getting a bit comfortable.

Once they felt everyone had been thoroughly introduced, they all started placing blankets on the sand around the large fire they'd made before Will and her had arrived.

Wilbur set down a blanket he brought and motioned for her to sit with him. When she sat down, he leaned over to speak into her ear, “See, nothing to worry about, yeah?”

He leaned away, showing her a grin. She smiled and shook her head at his silly little grin.

This was really fun.

She loved hearing these kids talk, there was even one girl like her whose parents were also never home. She liked her. The girl even offered that they go drive around some time! When she said that, Y/n of course nodded eagerly.

Wilbur, well he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He loved seeing her like this, it was like she was in her element. Meeting new people and making connections. It's a shame Techno has hogged her from people for so long. He resented him for that. To be fair, it's been like that since they've met. Wilbur saw her all the time, but only in brief interactions up until highschool.

She was so sweet, excited to talk to all of them even though he knew she was nervous, and Wilbur knew his friends loved her already. How could they not?

Wilbur was about to try to get her to talk to him for a little, seeing as how they'd been there for almost 45 minutes already and had barely spoken to him, but he was taped on the shoulder as a signal there was about to be a cigarette break out in the parking lot.

Wilbur stood, and leaned down to Y/n whispering to her where he was going. Just before he was about to go, he placed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes were wide.

“Look a bit..surprised there?” it was Eret, he sat down on the blanket next to Y/n just after seeing Will was about to go for a butt. He didn't want Y/n to sit all alone.

“I um..no yeah he just..its nothing.” Y/n laughed at her own lack of words, and Eret did too.

“I take it you two aren't official or anything?” his voice was low, and almost gravely but it was still so comforting.

Y/n knew he didn't mean it as if he were trying to make a move on her, he sounded genuinely curious.

“No it's..complicated. Very complicated.” Y/n stared at the fire.

“If I'm not prying, how so? You both seem..really..content together.” he looked from her to the fire.

“I..well his brother is my..best friend and he..”

“He..?” Eret leaned in a little.

“Well i don't know what he is to me really.” she looked at him, her face in question at her own realization.

“Well I know for a fact, he's infatuated with you.”

Y/ns eyes were wide again, “what?”

“Oh he's always going on about you.” Eret had a cheeky grin, almost like Will’s she thought, “He's been talking about you meeting all of us since he asked you yesterday. Not to mention he’s..” Eret stopped himself. He got carried away in his little ramble.

“He's what?” Y/n was confused why he stopped himself.

“No no, I really shouldn't have said anything.” he waved his hand as if he were brushing away his words.

Y/n groaned and threw her head back, “You can't do that!”

Eret laughed, “I'm sorry!”

“Tell me please.” she looked at him with pleading eyes.

Eret stared at her for a moment and sighed. “He's in love with you. But i don't know if you know that or not..so..” she did not. “I think I'm the only one hes told, but he was so...I don't know how to explain it. When he told me he sounded like he was pouring his heart out.” Eret’s eyes were on the fire.

He was in love with her?

Y/ns heart ached. No wonder he was so...hurt. It was her fault too.

As if on cue, (this boy was terribly good with timing) she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder as it slid around her shoulders. Will pulled her to his chest as he sat behind her. He smelled of smoke, but it was comforting. Before she thought about it, or what they were doing, she leaned back into him. The rest of the group took back their seats and conversion rose again.

Y/n an Wilbur sat listening quietly until she heard Will's voice in her ear.

“Chatting it up with Eret while I was gone?” his arm was still across her chest, his hand on her shoulder.

“I was, he's really nice.” she turned to look at him.

“Yeah?” he smiled at her in the dim light of the fire. She smiled back and nodded.

Wilbur stared at her a moment, “How about..we get out of here, and I show you another pretty place?” he was still smiling, but his eyes were nervous for a response.

“Sure. Sounds fun.” she gave him a reassuring smile.

Wilbur was quick to get up. Telling the group they were heading off, a little too excitedly.

Before Wilbur could pull her away, she quickly got all of the girls numbers and was even added to a group chat. She was beaming once they reached the car.

“And she even told me that i could go and hangout when they went to her house! Isn't that so sweet.” she looked at Will towards the end of her sentence to see he was already staring at her, his hand on the wheel in front of him.

His lip was in between his teeth, “Mhm. I knew you'd get along swimmingly with them.”

Y/n giggled.

“So where are we going?” she smiled to herself as Wilbur put his hand on her knee.

“Not saying, but, it's not far at all. We're practically there.” he was exaggerating, but the ride wasn't long at all.

Even though he wasn't, Wilbur felt as if he was driving slow. He felt like time was still, and he was glad. He wanted this to last as long as it could.

Y/n would have never expected what she saw, she was expecting a pretty clif with a view, or something like that.

He brought her to a flower field.

He parked the car on the side of the road towards the middle of the field.

Once they'd both stepped out, Wilbur went to her side.

“Up you go, turn around.” he motioned up at the top of his car. Y/n stared at him for a moment before turning around and letting him hoist her up so she could climb on top of the car. He climbed up after her and sat beside her.

For a little while, Y/n stared at the way the moonlight was casting a blue white onto the field and all the flowers. Wilbur stared at her. They sat this way for a little while but Y/n was the first to break the silence.

“A little birdy..told me something interesting.” she looked at him.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“Is it hard?” Y/n was staring at the moon, her hand was picking at the seam of her jeans.

“Is what hard?” Wilbur stared at her feet as they swung back and forth.

“..being in love with me.” she looked up at him, her eyes starry.

“Maybe. But it doesn't have to be.”

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐥𝐥 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 10th feb 2021

pairing : midoriya, bakugou, todoroki x gn!reader [ separate ]

genre : fluffy cloud shit

warnings : being sick/vomit, food, eating, medicine

themes : overworking yourself, concerned friends, exhaustion,

request : hi hello i saw your requests are open as of feb 10. Can I request shouto, Midoria, Katsuki, and Sinshou’s reactions when seeing their s/o or crush come into class a day they are sick so they don’t miss a test and physical examination test? And as soon as their test is over their crush or s/o passes out from exhaustion but passes anyway—they got sick from preparing too hard and worrying about the exams to much? Thank you 💙

note : this got a little long and i got so’s sad and soft over bakugou HELP

[ midoriya ]

> baby boy is IMMEDIATELY researching ways to make you feel better

> you’ve probably been together for a while

> whether you were together or not he would’ve done anything to make you feel better simp

> as soon as you walk in he’s writing down your symptoms and glances at you so he knows you’re okay

> he’s not mad he’s just worried :((

> ‘you shouldn’t have come in today puppy’ crying hes so soft

> he has a whole plan for as soon as your lesson ends

> the plan probably consists of making sure you have a warm shower giving you ice packs and tissues when you need them

> he’s 100% the kind of boyfriend to pat your back and tell you you’re okay holding your hair back (if you have hair) while you’re throwing up your fuckING LUNGS

-> scenario

> you walk into class as usual but with a flushed face and you look a little grey

> you’re wearing a mask so you don’t get others sick but everyone can still see you’re ill

> you sat down as your friends asked you if you’re feeling okay, lying you sat down feeling overwhelmingly tired

> midoriya pats your arm so you look at him and asks what happened since last night you were in his dorm as usual until you went back to your room and you were okay

> ‘i think i woke up with it, i’m not sure but i’m okay’ you smiled holding back a yawn

> you weren’t really sure how you got sick you just stayed up most of the night studying, and the whole week before that

> ‘pup just please be careful i’ll take care of you after okay?’ you nod at your sweet simp boyfriend

> during the test he noticed you holding your head up with your elbow, surprisingly 2 hours went by pretty fast end he kept checking up on you after he finished a page

> as soon as aizawa told the class to put down their pens midoriya looked at you and was surprised to see you laying on your arm/elbow eyes shut

> it wasn’t too shocking for others since denki and sero were asleep too

> but he got worried and immediately jumped up to check on you

> ‘hey, hey y/n wake up pup’ he shook you a little as aizawa watched like ?? ‘midoriya are they okay?’

> ‘i’m not sure, they’re sick but they shouldn’t have passed out like this’ he replies as you stir in your sleep groaning he sighed in relief

> ‘i’ve seen y/n in the common room at around 4am every night studying, i wake up at that time by accident and they’re always there’ todoroki answered simply

> ‘midoriya take y/n back to the dorms so they can get some sleep please’ aizawa answered before collecting everyone’s tests

> not letting you walk he carries you back, ‘baby please don’t overwork yourself like that, i’m sure you did great and you would’ve done great without all that studying, i’m proud of you but your health matters more’

> before you could whisper a mumbled reply all might walked out from the staff room as you were heading back to the dorms

> ‘oh ! young y/n, young midoriya, are they okay?’ he said quickly as he saw you holding you

> ‘oh all might ! they’re sick so i’m taking them back to the dorms’ all might let you go back soon after laughing about young love

> as soon as you got back he didn’t let you get in bed, he turned on a hot shower and told you to shower while he made food and a hot drink for you, you walked into the bathroom taking off your mask

> before you could get in the shower you felt your mouth watering and you knew you were about to be sick, midoriya walked up to put a hoodie on your bed for you when he heard you groaning

> he opened the door to you vomiting in the toilet and quickly ran forward and moved your hair back ‘let it all out baby, it’s okay you’re doing great’ HES SO FUCKING CUTe he’s just rubbing small circles on your back

> soon afterwards you thanked him for being there which he replied with ‘i’ll always be here silly, now go shower’ while flushing a little red bye the pain

> as soon as you got out you changed into his hoodie which he left out for you and some shorts

> he doesn’t care that you’re sick he still wants to cuddle so you snuggle up into the sheets while he feeds you whatever food he made you constantly kissing your forehead since you refused to let him kiss your lips

> ‘wait.. izuku aren’t you meant to be back in class’

> ‘uhhh..’

[ bakugou ]

> angy blasty baby just got angrier

> if you’re ill he’d firstly scold you for not being careful

> as much as he cares about his health he doesn’t care when it come to you

> unlike midoriya when he helps you out with showers and food he does it subtly

> he checks on you a lot and makes you shower and eat, he makes you eat with him and makes you take medicine

> ‘dumbass you’ve gotta take your medicine’ he has an alarm on his phone for everytime you’ve got to take your medicine

> ‘take this’ *throws you bottle of water* he makes you finish at least 3-4 bottles a day because that’s the average

> he doesn’t do research because kinda knows how to handle this stuff

> the only thing he does research on is how to treat someone when they’re ill, as much as he acts like he doesn’t care he does a whole fucking lot

> hes a little less angy seeing you ill, you feel a little useless which he reassures you about

> midoriya is a carer wheres bakugou is a ‘get the fuck up’ kind of guy 😭😭😭 he makes you do things with him so you have something to keep you occupied

> unless you’re feeling and looking too ill to get up

> he brings you homework for when you aren’t in class and even does a couple questions writing notes around if you weren’t in class to see how it’s done bruh he’s so fucking cute:(

> for the days the class doesn’t order take out he’s usually cooking so he makes you help him out you wear a mask ofc, this kinds goes with the so you don’t feel useless thing

-> scenario

> you usually walk to class together but today you texted him telling him not to wait and you’ll be there soon because you thought he’d be less angry in the classroom

> boi u were wrong bless your soul says the atheist

> so you step in with your mask on fearing your life and you think for a second maybe you can just sit in your place and he won’t look

> lMAOO this man always notices you

> ‘what’s with the fuckin mask’ he walked in front of your desk while pinging the string of the mask

> ‘i’m ill’ you mumbled as he raised his eyebrow ‘you’re mumbling dumbass’

> before you could answer again aizawa walks in with the tests so he goes back to his seat with his eyebrow raised at you

> he keeps an eye on you, you don’t notice ofc bc he’s always discreet

> he has noticed you being very tired and a little out of it during the day but he didn’t think too much of it

> he watched you slump back in your chair

> you finished early so you decided to close your eyes for a second and as soon as he looks back your head is in your arms and he watches you as you slowly slump into your arms

> he could see you softly breathing, whenever you cuddled together he’d watch you until he fell asleep, moving your hair out of your face and smiling to himself

> his eyes softened seeing you so peaceful but also he got worried, your mask moved to the side a little as you slept and he could see how red your cheeks are and you look a little green

> he got a little surprised when you woke straight up your own eyes widening and you looked a little scared, you jumped up walking over to aizawa and asked him something which he couldn’t quite hear, he nodded before you ran outside

> bakugou had finished so he went to ask if he could check, ‘yes y/n is feeling sick so they went back to the dorms’

> he grabbed your bag and ran after you, he got a little worried seeing you with your hand over your mouth not knowing if you’re crying or not

> you walked into the dorms he got there a couple seconds later running up to your room

> as soon as he saw you in the bathroom hunched over the toilet he pulled back your hair (if you have hair), he massaged your head as you let everything out ‘dumbass you should’ve fuckin told me, i wouldn’t have let you do that stupid exam’

> as soon as you stopped throwing up you said ‘i know that’s why i didn’t say anything’ he only just saw you without your mask and noticed your exhausted expression

> ‘i know you’ve been studying more but how fucking much, teddybear you would’ve passed whether you studied that much or not for fuck sake’ he groaned as he turned on the shower for you grabbing you a towel throwing it to you

> ‘just to make you feel better i’ll sleep, okay mopey?’ you teased as he closed the bathroom door ‘shut up i’m not fuckin mopey!’ he yelled through the door

> as you showered he looked in your closet for clothes when he noticed some of his shirts and jumpers instead of being angry it made him a little proud seeing how much you liked his clothes

> he grabbed his skull shirt it was a little big on you which he loved

> as soon as you finished showering you changed into the clothes he left you and walked downstairs sitting on the counter and bakugou roamed around the kitchen

> he grabbed some medicine from the cupboard and if you hate the medicine he’d mix it with your tea coffee or hot chocolate, ‘alright the medicine is in this so drink it all’

> he noticed you pouting as he handed you the cup ‘why’re you fuckin looking at me like that’

> ‘you’re cute when you pretend not to care’ he groaned hearing this as you giggled and reached forward from the counter and grabbed his hands pulling him towards you, his arms landed around your waist as yours were around his neck, his head on your shoulder as you hunched down a little and you kissed his head

> ‘tch, fuckin drink it before it gets cold’ you couldn’t see this but he was red as fuck and he loved these moments even if he wouldn’t admit it

> he watched as you stared out the open windows drinking your medicine infused drink

> ‘katsuki?’ he quickly shook his head as he caught himself staring at you ‘what dumbass’

> ‘i love you’ you grinned holding your arms out again still sitting on the counter, he rolled his eyes walking forward pressing his head against your chest as you both sighed happily your legs around his torso your head resting on his head

> ‘i love you too teddybear’ he mumbled into your chest

> the moment was soon ruined by denki walking in yelling about how whipped bakugou is for you

[ todoroki ]

> he has no clue what he’s doing CluELESS BABIE😭😭

> of course he gets sick but he doesn’t know how to handle others being sick so he 100% goes to midoriya and his sister for help

> fuyumi makes him soup and soba to eat with you

> like midoriya he researches a lot about what to do and how to help

> since he’s already quite comfortable with you he gets a little pouty when you refuse to kiss him ‘but y/n i won’t get sick, i’ll make sure i don’t’

> please give this boy forehead kisses at least

> he used his hand to cool you down when you need it

-> scenario

> you walked to class with him as usual and he asked about the mask noticing your scratchy voice

> ‘im a little sick but i need to do this exam’ you replied making him hum back

> ‘have you taken medicine?’ you shook your head ‘y/n theres medicine in the cabinet downstairs, we can go back and get some aizawa sensei will understand’ he took your hand before you shook your head guiding him back to school

> ‘shoto it’s okay, i promise i’ll be okay i’ll get some medicine after the exam baby’ he nodded giving you a small smile

> he made sure to keep an eye on you throughout the exam

> you both finished the exam early, since you studied together a lot he always made you go sleep when he caught you studying late which was a lot more often recently

> he sometimes wakes up randomly at 4-5am same and checks your room to check if you’re safe you don’t really realise until you stay up for a couple nights in a row and he opens your door to you studying

> ‘y/n? what are you doing awake’ he scared you a little, ‘shoto hi i’m studying’ you smiled

> your late night talk usually ends when he whines at you ‘baby it’s late go to sleep’ if you refused he’d grab your books and put them in your bag and tuck you into your bed kissing you softly before going back to sleep himself

> usually those nights would end up in cuddling but the last couple nights you’d both been studying a lot

> anyway you had your head tilted to the side in your hand as your elbow propped you up

> he smiled at your sleepy state until he realised you were genuinely sleeping and since he hadn’t checked on you the last couple nights he got a little worried

> he looked around to see the usual people sleeping as well and you slid down your arm into an even deeper sleep breathing softly moving up a down a little

> ‘aizawa sensai? can i take y/n back to the dorms they’re sick and hasn’t had their medicine’ he explained

> ‘yes todoroki make sure they get sleep as well they look exhausted’

> the boy took both of your test papers handing them to aizawa before he grabbed your bag and picked you up slumping you over his shoulder as everyone cooed at the sight

> he layed you in his bed ‘y/n, love wake up’

> as soon as you woke up he told you to shower and got everything ready for you

> since he didn’t have enough time to go ask fuyumi for help he asked her to send him a recipe and he cooked soup for you making sure to leave a note telling you to come downstairs

> he left the note on top of his shirt and your shorts

> you trudged downstairs and sat down on the island watching him cook, ‘are you feeling better love’ you nodded a little smiling

> he took out some medicine from the cabinet with a little spoon pouring the right amount as the soup cooked behind him

> walking over to you he put the little bottle down moving the spoon to your mouth and grabbed a water bottle to wash the taste out, ‘open up’ you grimaced at the smell scrunching your nose up a little but did as he said

> he moved the spoon into your mouth, you closed your lips around it the taste of the medicine filling your mouth

> you quickly grabbed the water chugging it down as todoroki laughed, before he could say more you slapped your hand over your mouth and ran over to the nearest bin

> his eyes widened as he ran over to you steadying you holding your waist and hair back (agAIN IF YOU HAVE HAIR) he rubbed your stomach up and down ‘it’s okay get it out, you’re doing great’

> as soon as you drank some water you sat back up on the island ‘i think we need different medicine’ todoroki smiled as you nodded at him

> his hands landed on your thighs pulling you closer to him his legs between yours, your legs hung off the counter as he nudged his nose with your own, ‘i’m not kissing you’ you laugh as he pouts at you ‘one, just one i promise that’s it’ you shook your head kissing his cheek

> he pulled away and took some soup with a little spoon blowing on it before bringing it up to your lips and letting you taste it

> your eyes widened as you smiled ‘it tastes exactly like fuyumi’s’ you smile as he beamed at you

> as you ate, todoroki opened the door to the campus postman, he came back in and gave you some flowers and medicine

> you checked the card ‘fuyumi told me you weren’t feeling great, so i thought i’d send some homemade medicine, feel better soon my love - rei’ you showed shoto the card

> his smile got 10x wider reading it

> ‘you make me so happy, even when you feel like a zombie’ he smiled as he fed you the medicine

A/N :

BROOOOOO i got so fucking sad im so so so so so sad goodbye the pain i’m feeling today

jesus CHRIST

tag list : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life @luluwiie

[isolemnlyswear]

could you do a fic of james and his girlfriend reader who isn’t taking care of herself. like she is overworking herself with school, tutoring, and quidditch and she is making herself sick. she’s barley eating and then she has a fit where she’s throwing up because she made herself sick because of stress. then he takes care of her 🥺

stressed out.

a/n : my god i’m so fucking sorry this took ages. i’m so sorry. it’s also shitty oops–

warnings / content : young!james potter x fem!reader. extreme stress, vomit, swearing, mentions of not eating, kissing ? fluff!

taglist : @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @faeinorbit @aslutfortom @inks-and-jinx @jxsperhxle @punkrific @the-gazette-of-tea @krasivayadarling @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya @incxndio @daisyyy2516 @hoe4cedricdiggory @vsawyer1989 @fathermarty

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You sigh, eyes unwillingly prying open due to the bright lights beaming into your dorm, or James’s dorm, rather.

You shift so that you're facing the aforementioned boy, whose eyelids are still gently shut, lashes playing over his cheeks and hiding his cerulean irises.

You place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, pulling yourself out of bed and to the bathroom. The weekend prior had been pure bliss, but now, the weeks towards graduation are dwindling to but a few, and the stress is increasing exponentially.

James murmurs softly as he wakes up, and you spare him a fleeting glance before pulling on your uniform and rushing down to the common room, books in hand.

Breakfast hasn't started yet, but you're hoping to study before the day starts, not willing to risk losing any ounce of material that could slip from your brain.

Before you know it, it's seven a.m., and James is bounding down the stairs to meet you for breakfast.

“Hi, my love!” he says excitedly, and you barely register his voice as you scrawl notes on a piece of parchment. “Y/N?” he asks again, kneeling to tuck a strand of hair from your face, and you look up.

“Hi,” you say simply, smiling briefly before returning to your notes.

“Wanna go to breakfast, dove?” he asks, eyes searching yours.

“One sec, I gotta finish this,” you say, holding your lip in between your teeth in concentration.

“Alright,” James responds begrudgingly, furrowing his brows, but as to not pry, he utters a quick ‘meet you down there’ and leaves.

But an hour goes by, and you're still studying, up until your first class period.

And you forget, by the time you go to the class - which is potions - to eat breakfast. Then you go to the next, barely stopping to breathe between rushing to classes.

And finally, it's lunch. You sling your bag over your shoulder and rush to the great hall, spotting James and the boys at the end of the table and making your way toward them.

“Hi,” you greet, sitting down next to your boyfriend, pecking him on the cheek.

“Where were you, this mornin’? Thought we were gonna meet up between classes,” James says, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry, I forgot, I was studying for-”

“Don't be sorry, m’love, but y’gotta relax a bit, m’kay? Now eat. You didn't earlier,” James instructs, and you murmur a thank you before turning to your lunch.

But his words fall on deaf ears; you're so pent up about exams that by the time you hit your last period, you're a burning ball of exhaustion and anxiety ready to explode momentarily.

Quidditch is at five, and you tutor younger students from three to four, so you rush to the library promptly after your last period ends.

You meet with a fourth-year called Milo, teaching him about some charms task he didn't comprehend, and then with a girl called Annalise. You repeat over and over again how sorry you are for having a short temper, and that they're doing great, but you have to refrain from snapping at their mistakes in your tumultuous state.

And then it's finally over, and you have barely a moment to spare before you run off to the locker room.

As soon as you're in there, you run to the bathroom, nausea overcoming you instantaneously as you crouch over the toilet. Your insides are twisting and tightening with the stress that's taken over you, and you want nothing more than to curl up in a hole and disappear.

But then you hear a creak of a door, and you fret for a moment, worrying that it's the other girl on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but she's ill today, so how-

“Y/N?” James's voice calls, and he steps into the bathroom tentatively, causing you to cough and flush the toilet quickly.

“J-James, um-” you cough again, body attempting to dispel the bile in your throat, and James rushes over to your stall, knocking on the door.

“Y/N, what’s wrong, can I - shit - can you let me in?”

You oblige, pushing the door to allow him entrance, and he drops to his knees at the sight of you.

You're hung over the toilet, tears welling your eyes and a small amount of vomit smeared at the corner of your mouth, a heavy purple residing under your formerly bright e/c eyes and the hollows of your cheekbones.

“Oh, baby, what's goin’ on?” he asks, and you scrunch your nose, clasping a hand over your mouth as you feel your throat swell with nausea.

When you lean over the toilet again, James pulls his hand into your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to pull it from your eyes, and his other hand rests at the small of your back, rubbing soft circles there.

After a few minutes, most of the nausea has passed, albeit only slightly, and you're able to speak again.

“What’s got you all sick, hmm?” James asks quietly, and you remain silent, not wanting to admit the turmoil that you're facing. “Are you stressed out, m’love? Is that it?”

You nod, tears slipping over your waterline.

“C’mere, here, I got you, it's alright,” he says, letting you fall into his chest as you cry, whispering words of reassurance into your ear.

It takes a while, but the tears, too, pass, thanks to James, and you realize you've forgotten about practice altogether.

“We have to go to practice,” you say quietly, and James shakes his head.

“I'll get Pads to sub for me.”

“But you're captain. And what about me-”

“He can deal with it, trust me. And we're not even in season anyway, my love, it'll be fine. You're more important than practice, I wanna make sure you're okay, alright?” he says, stroking your hair softly, and you smile a watery smile.

“You're a sap,” you tease, poking his side, and he grins, brushing the hair from your face.

“You know you love me,” he responds, and you laugh into his chest.

“That I do. Now can we go cuddle, ‘m fucking knackered,” you say, and he nods.

He leads you up to his dorms, walking you through brushing your teeth and giving you new clothes (his, of course, a band tee and some very large sweatpants), allowing you to feel clean again.

He has Remus bring up some food to their dorm, which is empty for a while, and he sets it up in a riser above his bed, kissing you on the forehead.

“Thank you,” you whisper, kissing him on the lips, this time, and he smiles into your mouth.

“No need to thank me, alright? Now I asked him to just get the plain foods, they're pretty soft, too, and you gotta drink some water, okay? Two bottles f’me,” he instructs, and you nod, beginning to eat as James idly chats to you, head in your lap as your unoccupied hand strokes his hair mindlessly.

You finish eating after a while, and James vanishes the food, orienting himself so that you're in ample cuddling position, now, with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“I love you, you know that, right?” he says after a few beats of silence, and you nod. “I know you get yourself all stressed out like this, and it's not your fault, but I'm always gonna be here to help you relax. Always. Until the end of time.”

“I love you,” you whisper, tightening your grip on him, and he smiles.

“I love you more.”

[magpie-69]

DO NOT RE-BLOG THIS POST & PLEASE DON'T MESSAGE ME EITHER! I HAVEN'T THE ENERGY TO RESPOND AND I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. THANK YOU.

I am tired. And very down in spirit. Some of you will know that I'm suffering a rectal prolapse as I've posted about it before. It's not a pleasant subject to talk about and it's definitely not something I'd even wish upon my worst enemy.

Living with this condition is hard. Extremely fucking hard! Physically and mentally. The physical difficulties have been on going for about 4 years now. They've gradually got worse as time has gone on. Last year was a veritable fuckfest of suffering with the very long work hours I was doing. That's when I began to really suffer the mental fallout. My job involves standing/walking/lifting/pulling all day long. If I had a sit-down job it would be better because when sat the pressure on the rectum helps to keep it inside the body, where it belongs. It also keeps accidents to a minimum. But unfortunately, that isn't so. My average work day consists of constant leaking and many accidents. The physical effects of the prolapse extend to shaking, sweating, feeling nauseous and weak and getting nappy (diaper) rash. I don't actually wear a nappy. That would be far too costly and what the hell am I supposed to do with the spoiled ones while at work?! So instead I fashion a thick & wide pad out of toilet roll which I can then flush down the toilet when I have an accident, or the leaking has made it useless. On average I have to replace it every hour or two, but it can be much more frequent than that. Being an adult who can't control their bowels is bad enough, but I've just about coped with that. However, being an adult who has nappy rash? That shit I'm struggling with. It's not just the pain, please believe me, it's very unpleasant indeed. It's when it's particularly bad and I've no choice but to go to the works toilet every 1/2 hour to wash myself and apply Sudocrem to help ease the discomfort. To my bosses credit, they never say anything about that, but it's also possible they're not aware I'm going so often. But, I know I am and I feel bad about it. I feel frustrated, embarrassed and like I have no quality of life anymore. When I left work yesterday, instead of turning right to go home, I turned left. That took me to the top of the hill where there's a reservoir. I parked up in the lay-by and watched the sunlight dance on the water. It was serene and beautiful and it's one of my favourite places. I wished I had a hosepipe in the car to end it all. Then I cried until I fell asleep. In my car. In the middle of nowhere. I woke up an hour later and went home. I have no desire to die but this situation is becoming intolerable. I'm a strong person but I'm finding this harder and harder to cope with. I love my children and they are the only people who are keeping me from ending it (they don't truly know the extent of it). I pray that's a strong enough reason to help see me through to my operation. Whenever that might be. I don't care anymore about seeming weak to others. They have no idea what this is like. I am, when all's said and done, an adult baby. Thanks for listening 🙏

2nd April 2021

[fictionalabyss]

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Pairing : Dean x Various, Dean x Reader, Sam

Word count : 3,589

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​

Square :  Online dating.

Warnings : Flangst, online dating, unrequited love, catfishing, guilt, angry Dean, regret.

A/N : I had this idea, and ended up shoving it in this square for a fill and now I’m not thrilled with how it turned out. So this idea is going to eventually get re-done and given some proper justice. Until then, enjoy this version lol.

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Dean smirked to himself as he hurried past the library and towards the garage. His eyes were so focused on his phone, he didn’t notice he was being watched. “Where you headed?”

“Hot date.” his smile widened.

“Yeah? Finally treating your left hand to something nice after all the work it’s done for you?”

“Fuck off.” Dean snapped. “I’ll have you know it’s a real person.”

“Pictures or it didn’t happen.” you crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. You were surprised when Dean stormed over and shoved his phone in your face. A blonde haired bombshell sitting on a classic car covered his screen. “Looks like something you’d find on some dudes calendar.” you chuckled.

“You’re just jealous that I’ve got a date.” he said smugly before walking away. “Don’t wait up.”

“For you? Never.” you laughed.

As Dean vanished from view, your phone chimed. You pulled out your phone and opened the app with the bright red notification.  Going to your messages you licked your lips as you read the latest one that had just come in.

> Can’t wait to finally meet you tonight.

Leaving it on read, you closed the app and hit the power button on your phone as Sam walked into the library, handing you a beer. “Where’d Dean go?”

“Manicure.”

“Manicure?” Sam stopped half way to his seat on the other side of the table and gave you a confused look.

“Said he had a hot date.” you shrugged. “I figure either a manicure, or maybe he’s going to buy some gloves.” Sam’s smile was bright and wide as it grew into a laugh. “You know, change it up a bit.”

“You're an ass.” Sam shook his head, still laughing as he finally got to his chair and sat down.

“You love me.” you lifted the drink to your lips.

“Didn’t you even consider that he might just have found some new porn so embarrassing he’s scared to watch it here?” you snorted, your drink almost coming out of your nose. “Yeah.. you’re right.. It’s Dean. He has no shame when it comes to porn.” Sam shook his head as you laughed hysterically.

“And what could possibly be worse than what he’s already watching?” you clutched at your stomach, sliding lower in the chair as Sam shuddered at the thought.

An hour and a half later, Dean walked back into the bunker, eyes on his phone with a glare as he mumbled.

“Dean?” Sam sat up straighter in his chair, watching as his brother stormed past.

“You’d think he’d be happier after such a hot date.” you mused.

“Fuck off.” Dean snapped. “I’m not in the fucking mood.” he growled before disappearing down the hall.

Getting up, you left Sam behind and went to find Dean. He was pacing around his room, eyes still on his phone. “Dean, you okay?”

“Peachy.”

“Dean-”

“She didn’t show, okay?��� before you could say anything he turned to you, finger pointed right at your face. “And don’t you fucking laugh or give me some bullshit about how everyone gets stood up, I don’t.” he growled the last two words.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.” he tossed his phone onto his bed. “I don’t fucking know.” he sighed. “One second she can’t wait to see me, the next.. ghosted.”

“Okay, but for real, Dean. Since when do you give a shit? Since when do you not just move on to the next?”

“I kinda liked her.” he mumbled quietly. “But whatever, right?” He shrugged. “Her loss?”

“Yeah. Her loss.” you gave him a smile. “Beer and pie?”

“There’s pie?”

“There’s pie.” you nodded.

“You’re so good to me.” Dean pulled you into a hug and you smiled, ducking your face against his chest as your arms went around his waist.

“What are friends for, Dean.” the sentiment earned you a kiss on the top of your head before he let you go and you headed for the kitchen.

“You’re in a good mood.” you smiled up at Dean from the motel room table as he walked in, coffee tray in hand. “Let me guess, waitress slipped you her number?” Dean chuckled and shook his head. “Really? Huh.. okay.. Uh.” you thought for a second. “Oh, soccer mom, fresh from school drop off is sexually frustrated cuz her husband is shit in the sack and you’re gonna give her exactly what the dr ordered?”

“You’re disgusting, no.” he shot you a look. “New state, new matches.” he smiled, putting down the coffee and pulling out his phone. “Matched up with this one girl-” you tuned him out as he showed you the girl he’d messaged while out getting coffee.

“Looks hot.” you mumbled, reaching for your cup and tearing your eyes away from his screen. Doing your best to hide the jealousy.

“She is.” he grinned. “You should see this one pic-”

“I don’t think Y/N wants to see some other woman's nudes, Dean.” Sam joked, stepping out of the bathroom in boxer briefs and a shirt, towel drying his hair.

“Of course she does.” Dean scoffed. “She’s my best wingman.”

“Actually, I need to piss. Been waiting for Sammy to get out of that bathroom since the turn of the century.” you laughed as you got up from your seat, leaving Dean laughing at his brothers expense behind you.

“I wasn’t that long.” Sam defended himself.

“Sure there, Rapunzel. “ Dean laughed as the door shut behind you.

Once locked away from them in the privacy of the bathroom, the smile you had plastered to your face fell. Another one? He already had another one? It was the third girl he’d talked to so far this month. Was he planning on meeting her? Fucking her? Of course he was, otherwise he wouldn’t be smiling like an idiot.  Pulling out your phone, you opened the app, signed out, and signed up creating a new profile. You kept everything basic but intriguing, found a random picture on google that you knew would grab attention, and hit create. Taking a deep breath, you got to work, swiping past various people as you flushed the unused toilet and ran the water in the sink for a moment. You finished up on your phone, tucked it back into your pocket and stepped out.

“What's your excuse?” Sam teased, poking at how long you were in the bathroom.

“Coffee.” you answered. “You want the details?”

“No ma’am.” Sam was quick to turn back to his own coffee, smile gone from his lips.

“Didn’t think so.”

“Hope you sprayed.” Dean muttered, eyes on his phone.

“Yeah, entire bottle of that cheap cologne you bought for that date last month.” Dean’s eyes shot up and he glared.

“Oof, that bathroom must smell nasty now.” Sam teased.

“Both of you can fuck off, okay, it smelled good.”

“So good she didn’t show up.” Sam teased with a laugh.

“Fuck you both.” Dean spat, getting up from his chair and storming out of the room.

“Think we took it too far, Sammy.”

“He’s done it to me enough times. Since when does he buy cologne anyways?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“Did you really spray it?” Sam asked.

“No.” You laughed. “I threw it out a week ago. He hasn’t noticed yet. We’ll just pretend he left it behind somewhere.” you put your finger to your lips to signal it was your little secret.

“Deal. I hope I never smell it again.” Sam scrunched up his face before opening his laptop. “Did Dean get those files from the sheriff?”

“Yeah, I think so..” As you reached for Dean's bag, your phone chimed. Peaking into his duffle, you saw the folders sitting on top and pulled them out, handing them to Sam.

“Maybe we can figure this out while he throws his tantrum.” Sam muttered as you pulled out your phone.

“Yeah.. maybe.” you answered quietly, opening the dating app and seeing you had a new match. You smiled to yourself as you clicked to send a private message.

< For some reason I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on ;)

It was ballsy. Forward and crude could go very wrong, but it just might make him laugh and you were hoping it would. You waited, baited breath as ‘read’ appeared on the screen but nothing followed. You waited a few minutes, pretending to research on your phone before you cursed yourself and closed the app. Your gamble had failed.

With a sigh, you opened your browser and started to actually research. “What’s wrong?” Sam glanced over.

“Dead end.” you lied.

“Yeah.. it’s a rough one.” he nodded, eyes back on his laptop again.

A moment later, your phone went off again.

> Impala67 : Are you a parking ticket, because you’ve got FINE written all over you.

> Impala67 : I’m Dean, by the way.

< Charlotte.

> Impala67 : Nice to meet you, Charlotte.

You expected Dean to come back after an hour pissed, but he didn’t. You didn’t see him until some time a bit after 4:30. “I take it the date went well?” you tried to hide the bite in your tone and were thankful enough he was still enjoying enough of his post fuck high to miss it.

“Didn’t show, but quickly recovered.” he winked as he shut the motel room door behind him. “Why you up so early? Did you wait up for me?” his smile got wider.

“No. You said we were leaving at 5am, remember?”

“Okay but it’s-”

“Almost 5. And Sam’s showering.”

“I’ll just use yours-”

“I’m already checked out.” you turned your attention to your phone. “Next time, take others into consideration, please.”

“What the fuck is up your ass?” he snapped. “Since when do you care where I am or when I get back?”

“Since either I have to smell the stench coming off of you the whole drive, or we’re behind schedule.” you got up from your seat and grabbed your bag. “I’ll be in the car, praying you didn’t fuck in my seat.”

“They’re all my damn seats.” he snapped at you as the door shut behind you. “What the fuck is going on?”

You were behind Dean in the car, he’d jumped in a quick shower, even changed his clothes but when you looked up your eyes were drawn to the dark mark on his neck. Rolling your eyes, you unlocked your phone, signed out of the app and created a new profile.

“What’s gotten into her?” you heard him mumble to Sam.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

You glanced up, and Dean's eyes were on you in the rear-view, but you were quick to look back down at your phone.. “Never mind.” he sighed. “Forget it.”

Another city, another stand up, another pissed off Dean, and then it was back home to Lebanon. The recently finished case on no one's mind. Dean's mood was shit. It was the 12th time he’d been stood up and he was swearing he was done with the dating apps. Fed up with women ghosting him like he was some chump.

You were answering messages on your phone when Dean slammed on the breaks, making you hit the back of the seat in front of you and drop your phone.

“HEY ASSHOLE! YOU NEVER SEE A FUCKING STOP SIGN BEFORE?” Dean was screaming out the window, much to Sam’s embarrassment. The guy flipped him off and Dean revved his engine ready to follow.

“Dean.” Sam warned.

“Whatever.” he surged the car forward, making you fly back against the seat again. With a sigh and a head shake to Sam who’d glanced back at you, you looked out the window and waited for the bunker to come into sight.

Dean was still sitting in his car, parked in the bunker garage. He couldn’t figure it out, and he was trying. Was it something he was saying? Was he being too eager? Too desperate? Too cocky? No, this always worked for him, he hadn’t changed anything. Maybe it just wasn’t how shit worked online, but why agree to meet up if they weren’t going to show..

He was deep in thought when he heard a phone chime. He sighed and pulled out his, but saw no notifications. That confused him until he heard another chime. He glanced around and into the back seat. It took him a minute, but then he spotted it, your phone down on the floor. You must have dropped it when he’d slammed on his brakes when that asshole almost plowed right into him and forgot it. Leaning over the back of the seat, he reached for it.

He was making his way out of the garage when your phone chimed again, and he looked down at the screen as it lit up with the notification. “Dude is coming in hot.” he laughed seeing the beginning of the message some guy had sent. “Is this the kinda shit chicks like?”

Curious now, he swiped his thumb across your screen and was surprised it unlocked without some kind of code. He’d scold you about that later, because he knew he’d get an earful right back for snooping.

He recognized the app that opened. It was the same dating one he’d been trying out. He had no idea you were on there and wondered why he’d never come across your profile. “Why does she even need online dating?” he wondered, reading the messages from some strange guy.  Dude was bold, coming on too strong, and he could see your messages were half teasing, but mostly uninterested.

Then he saw the name. “Son of a bitch.”

“You!?” You spun around as Dean stormed into your room, your phone in his hand, and your eyes shot right to it. “It was fucking you!?”

“De-”

“Were they all you?” he demanded, and you clamped your mouth shut. “They were, weren’t they?” he scoffed. “I can’t believe you. I thought we were friends, who the fuck does that to someone? Do you know how fucked up that is?” he unlocked your phone and showed off the messages with him that had spanned the last week and a half until he got stood up and you stopped responding. “Why would you do this to me? WHY!?”

“I’m-”

“Don’t you fucking tell me your sorry.” he growled. “Sorry doesn’t mean shit to me right now, sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking cover what you did to me. I thought it was me. I thought I was the fucking problem, but it wasn’t. It was you.” he shot your phone onto your bed.

Tears blurred your eyes. “Dean, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even want to fucking see you.” he spat before storming out.

You stood there staring at the spot on the floor he vacated. Fighting not to let the tears loose. You’d fucked up. You’d fucked up so bad and there was no taking it back. Swallowing, you turned and started re-packing the bag that you’d be unpacking when he stormed in.

You were working on your second bag when you heard Sam sigh from the doorway. “Why’d you do it?”

“Doesn’t matter.” you mumbled, not turning to face him. Not wanting to see the same look his brother had given you before storming out.

“It matters to him.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Where are you going to go?” Sam asked after a moment of silence.

“I don’t know. But I’m not wanted here anymore, so..” you zipped up the bag and grabbed your phone and keys before slinging one of the bags over your shoulder and grabbing the other.. “It is what it is.”

“Keep in touch, at least?”

“No promises. Good bye, Sam.” and with that, you walked past him and headed for the garage and your car that had been parked there for months.

Before deleting the app, you send out one last message, an apology. Then you deleted all accounts, deleted the app and changed your number. You’d driven off beyond the Midwest and out of their lives, trying your best to never look back, but it was hard. You’d been moving from motel to motel, hunt to hunt like you use to years ago. You’d gotten so use to having somewhere to settle, somewhere to call home. Now all you had was shitty diners, shitty beer, and even worse motel rooms.

It had been about 4 months since you walked out of the bunker. You were tired, and lonely, but no one in the bar you sat at caught your interest, so you finished off your beer and left. The 10 minute walk back to the motel in the cool air doing nothing for your mood. But nothing had been able to lift your mood in a long time.

You walked into your motel room and looked around. It was time to move on, you’d been here a week too long already, but you weren’t sure where to go next. Dropping onto the bed, you grabbed your laptop and started to look for a case.

A knock sounded on your door, and you ignored it. Then again. The third time it was louder. “I’M NOT FUCKING INTERESTED.” you yelled out, only for whoever it was to pound on the door this time. “Jesus fuck.. Take a goddamn hint-” the words died on your lips when you yanked the door open and saw him standing there. “Dean..”

“About fucking time.” he muttered stepping past you and into the room, looking around at the mess. “Looks cozy.” he teased.

“A real home away from home.” you muttered, shutting the door.

“Speaking of, when are you coming back?” he glanced back at you behind him. “I think your tantrum lasted long enough, don’t you?”

“I’m not.” you gave him a confused look. “You didn’t want to see me again, remember? So I left. Why are you here, Dean?”

“Couldn’t exactly call you.” he pointed out. “Numbers disconnected.”

“Changed it.”

“Yeah. And ghosted me again.”

“Again, you didn’t want to see me again.” you pointed out. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to know why. Why’d you do that to me, you have to admit, it was fucked up.” You sigh as you cross the space and drop back onto your bed, staying quiet. Dean sits so he’s facing you and asks again. “Why’d you do it?”

“Because I love you, you dumbass.”

“You-” his brow furrowed as he watched you, you were looking down at your hands like you were afraid to look at him. “How does that even make sense? Why didn’t you just say something?”

“I did.. I tried.” you were picking at the skin around your nail. “But you didn’t seem to notice. You were meeting girls at bars, at diners, and then you started with the app.. You had more dates, spent more and more time on your phone.. I can’t compete with that, Dean. I got jealous, I got upset. I made that first profile not thinking I’d actually get anywhere, but then I did, you saw me, you talked to me like you talked to them and I got lost in that feeling, it felt so good to finally be seen. But then you wanted to meet. And I got scared. Scared that you’d be disappointed it was just me, but I couldn’t bring myself to say no to you, I never could.”

“So you said yes and didn’t show?”

You nodded. “And you were upset, and I felt bad. But I wanted that feeling again, I wanted more than anything to be anyone but me just so you’d see me again. So I became someone else. Always someone else. Catfishing you seemed to be the only way to get your attention. You liked me, Dean. Each and every time it was me and you seemed to like me, but when I acted like that with you, face to face.” you shrugged and finally looked up again. “Sometimes even saying the exact same things, I got nowhere. I was your wingman, I was your friend, but you couldn’t see me beyond that, and I should have just accepted it. I should have respected that I was nothing more and this was one sided and just moved on. I realize that now, and I’m sorry."

Dean was watching you, taking it all in. Processing. He could see the guilt all over your face, the tears stinging your eyes, he knew you meant that apology more than anything. To be honest, he’d forgiven you months ago, but now he had answers to process.

“I’m sorry I fucked up.” you continued. “I’m sorry I fucked up our friendship. I regret it, I regret all of it. I miss you, I miss having a best friend, I miss having a home.” the tears started running down your cheeks and Dean reached out to wipe them away.

“Then come home.”

“I can’t. It can’t go back to the way it was. I can’t just sit there, and watch you with someone else, or-”

Dean cut you off, pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling back again. “Come home. I miss you too.”

“I hurt you..” you whispered.

“Yeah, you did.” he agreed. “We’ll figure it out. Because you’re right, I did like you. I loved our late night chats, I love how dirty you get in DMs, and I miss my closest friend by my side. Come home with me.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” he smiled. “Don’t ghost me this time.”

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[rextasywrites]

Little Darling 6 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

"Decisions over decisions, Mia’s head felt fuzzy and every word said to her felt like it was coming through a layer of cotton wool. Why her? Why couldn’t she make mundane decisions like which kindergarten Rosy should go to? Who is allowed at her birthday sleepover? “Mia?”, Lady Dimitrescu asked again, shaking Mia’s shoulder gently. Mia finally ripped out of her thoughts as the memories had consumed her. “Sorry, I...drifted off.”, Mia sighed and rubbed her tired eyes, trying to take in again what was in front of her. Lady Dimitrescu had laid out a plan of the lab where they suppose Rosy was kept. It was quite a distance away, but nothing they couldn’t tackle. “Sorry Alcina.”"

the end is getting closer. will they find Rosy? where is Ethan? and can Mia trust her own self anymore?   

tw for implied rape at the second half of the chapter! be safe and enjoy reading! <3 <3 <3

Warnings: implied rape mention, mental illnesses

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5

“Wakey wakey! I made breakfast for you!”, Marguerite yelled through the bars of Mia’s ‘room’, pushing the plate with her meal under the bars. “You better eat it all up! I stood in the kitchen for hours to make this!”, she ranted as she stepped away from the room, back outside into their own so-called ‘freedom’. But freedom was different to everyone.

The things which were edible were consumed by Mia in no time, the hunger spreading through her veins just like the mold did. The rest of the organs were flushed down the toilet, never to be seen again. Has no one ever noticed that human organs were in the sewage system? The human meat that was cooked tasted like veal and had about the consistency of an old shoe. But Mia took what she could get to survive. In this moment, Mia wished that she could go back to Ethan’s cooking - the man who managed to give her food poisoning on their first anniversary because he misread instructions. But hey, everything was better than the garbage she got here.

“Don’t you worry.”, Eveline appeared in her room, making Mia and her weak frame jump in surprise, “Ethan will be here soon and then we will be a happy family! You cannot escape from me! Never ever! We will be a happy family!”

Decisions over decisions, Mia’s head felt fuzzy and every word said to her felt like it was coming through a layer of cotton wool. Why her? Why couldn’t she make mundane decisions like which kindergarten Rosy should go to? Who is allowed at her birthday sleepover? “Mia?”, Lady Dimitrescu asked again, shaking Mia’s shoulder gently. Mia finally ripped out of her thoughts as the memories had consumed her. 

“Sorry, I...drifted off.”, Mia sighed and rubbed her tired eyes, trying to take in again what was in front of her. Lady Dimitrescu had laid out a plan of the lab where they suppose Rosy was kept. It was quite a distance away, but nothing they couldn’t tackle. “Sorry Alcina.”

“We will head there tomorrow in the early morning hours. Daniela, you take care of the exit by the mountain. Bela, Cassandra, you tackle the main entrance. Mia and I will run in once the guards are down. Daniela, you head into the building from the exit. There aren’t many guards back there, but the way into the lab is ways more complicated. Bela, Cassandra, you go with Mia and me.”, Lady Dimitrescu started to explain. “The early morning hours are the best time to attack. The change of shifts is still some hours away but the night shift guards are tired by this point. We take them by surprise.”

The daughters nodded, bloodlust spreading over the faces. Like some foxes who had just entered a chicken house, ready to shred everything into tiny pieces before swimming in the blood. What a sight, how devoted they were to their mother! Would Rosy be as devoted to Mia once she grows up?

“Until then, we should rest and make sure we are ready for what’s about to come. And the main objects of this are - keeping Mia safe and rescuing Rosy.”, Lady Dimitrescu added, but then...then something overcame Mia. A sense of dread. Crawling up her throat like a spider, clinging on her insides.

“And Ethan?”, she asked Lady Dimitrescu.

Lady Dimitrescu nodded when Mia asked, “I was wondering when you would ask about him. He is on the way to the lab. By foot, it will take him longer than us. He will come to a bloodbath already done. Gives him a break too.”

*

The rare steak in front of Mia made her stomach turn. Lady Dimitrescu had ordered a big dinner for all of the women in the castle, prepared by Bela, who used to be the best cook before. They didn’t have to consume anything besides blood, but ‘normal’ human foods were always an energy boost for them. Just what they needed.

“Not hungry?”, Cassandra asked over the table once she realized Mia had only eaten the green beans and potatoes so far,

Mia shook her head, “I am hungry, I just...can’t eat meat.”

“You ate the ham in the bread roll before just fine.”, Daniela threw in with a frown, not happy that Mia disregarded her sister’s cooking.

“No, it’s…”, Mia sighed as she buried her face in her hands, trying to get rid of memories bubbling under her skin like lava in an active volcano. “It’s about the texture. I can stomach processed meat like this ham you gave me. It was tasty, thank you, but meat in this form...it reminds me too much of what I had to eat back then.”

The daughters shared looks of confusion, “What did they give you to eat?”, Bela broke the silence out of curiosity. Lady Dimitrescu gave her a look of ‘shut the hell up child’, but Mia was ready to tell them.

“I had been captured in a basement for three years and given nothing but human meat and organs.”

Silence laid over the table for several seconds before Cassandra broke through the awkwardness, “Now that’s royally fucked up.” And if a VAMPIRE tells you your past is fucked up, then you have won at life, Mia thought to herself.

“Thank you very much for the dinner, I am just...not hungry anymore.”, and with those words, Mia left the table to hide herself in the room provided to her.

*

“Mia?”, Lady Dimitrescu asked into the room. Mia groaned from her bed, sitting straight up to face Lady Dimitrescu.

“I am awake.”, Mia said, blinking several times to convince herself of what she just said. “What’s the matter Alcina?”

Lady Dimitrescu sat by her bedside, placing a hand on Mia’s, “I just wanted to check in how my guest is doing. I know all of this takes a toll on you....So, if you want to talk, I am here for you.”

Mia nodded, wrapping her fingers around Lady Dimitrescu’s ice cold hand, “It’s just...everything is so triggering. Everything reminds me of the torture I had to face. I wasn’t just kept in a basement for three years. I was beaten, hit, used…”

“Used as…”

“Eveline convinced them to build a family. I was the only one who could provide them…”, Mia swallowed dry at the memories flicking in front of her vision. “Those were the worst times. I could barely walk the days after.”

Lady Dimitrescu shook her head when she heard what had happened to Mia, eight cars pile up on the memory lane. “I experienced something similar. People thought I was a witch so I was worth less than dirt to them. In return I killed everyone who only as much as broke off one of my hairs. It was a bloodbath and I stood in blood up to my knees. I think I have the dress from back then somewhere.”

“What did we do to deserve this, Alcina?”

“I don’t know. All I can do is promise you to keep you safe. You are safe with me, Mia. Safer than anywhere else.”, Lady Dimitrescu spoke. Her hands were now cupping Mia’s cheeks, wiping away a stray tear rolling down her skin. “I promise you. Stay as sweet as you are and nothing will hurt you.

Mia could feel the bound between them pulling her closer to the vampire in front of her, and against all common sense, she tilted her head to lean in into a kiss. It was short and sweet, and not long enough in both of their eyes - but no one admitted it.

As Mia opened her eyes, she pulled a frown, “Don’t...don’t tell Ethan I did that, okay? I...I don’t know what just...overcame me. I am sorry Alcina.”

“Don’t be sorry, my dearest. It was a sign of trust, and I appreciate this. Remember. I will keep you safe and that’s a vow I will never break.”

[thelittlestcheshire]

Self Para 008: I Don’t Pretend to Know the Challenges You’re Facing Word Count: 2024 words When: July 2020, in the early hours of July 19th during Ches’s birthday trip Note: I decided I’m going to queue up and post one of the old self paras I never posted, Feel free to skip it, since it’s a past event and stuff. TWs: Rape (mentioned / discussed), Anxiety Attacks, Alcoholism / Drinking, Hangovers, Vomitting, Death, suicide (not exactly but there’s a definite apathy towards the idea of death this as well so better safe than sorry), murder (her mother)

There was a loud thud as a purse landed on the suite’s floor as Ches stumbled through the front door. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to galaxy edge before closing for drinks, but she was desperate to feel good. Yet, no matter how much she drank today, she didn’t feel the happiness that tended to run through her veins. She felt worse and worse. Even the sight of the balloons in the living room from Emmett and his girlfriend didn’t bring any sort of joy.

It was her fault her mother died; she should have been here instead of Ches. And the more gifts she received, the more she thought back to why her mother was dead. If she hadn’t gone to get gifts for Jonah... it felt like the room was spinning as the thought came back. Wait, no, the room was definitely spinning.

“Hey Ches, sorry I needed to- fuck.” Zander had just come out from the living room, likely taking her up on his offer to hide, but his attempt to avoid people is forgotten by the time he reaches her. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” There were two of him by the time he wraps an arm around her to support her. “It’s been a long night.” He starts to lead her to her bedroom, and it’s hard to keep her feet under her as they walk. But he saves her from crashing to the floor and manages to get her on the bed.

“It wasn’t a night.” She slurs at him as she rests her head against her pillow. “Sky and I, you know. Club 33.” She knew the look on his faces even through the intoxicated haze. She knew he wasn’t happy about this. “I’m okay.” She informs him, starting to sit up. The room begins to move again, and for a moment, she feels like she might just be sick. She moves quickly, barely making it to the toilet before she vomits. Zander quickly behind her to hold back her hair. “See, fine.” She gets out weakly as she flushes the toilet.

“Definitely not fine.” He disagrees as he smooths out her hair. “I’m staying with you tonight, at least until you feel better.” It’s obvious she had no say in the matter, and she doesn’t waste the energy to protest. She slowly gets up, nearly falling face-first as she attempts to reach the bathroom sink to brush her teeth. He’s there in an instant to keep her from tumbling. Perhaps he had a point. She accepts the assistance as she brushes her teeth and doesn’t fight him as he leads her back to the bed and messes with all her pillows to ensure she’s propped up on her side.

“I hate you.”  

The words just slip off her tongue. Not how she genuinely felt in the slightest. Zander doesn’t seem to take offense. However, he just runs his fingers through her hair. “I know, I know. I’m the worst. Time for you to sleep.” He whispers back to her. She frowns, but she shuts her eyes, anyway. She’s not sure how long it takes: perhaps it’s minutes, maybe it was hours, but eventually she falls asleep.

—

Opening her eyes felt like literally crawling out of a grave when she finally does wake up, the only light shining was from a phone beside her. “Turn that damn thing off. It hurts,” Ches grumbles, the man beside her laying on top of her blankets complies. “What time is it anyway?”

“4 am, give or take.”

Zander’s answer only causes her to groan as she fixes her pillows the way she likes them. “Shit. No wonder I feel like I was run over by a freight train.” She continues to adjust her pillows, settling into a comfortable spot as she rolls over onto her back.

“No, I think that’s thanks to Club 33.” Zander gives her a pointed look. How did he even know she’d gone drinking there? That she had a membership at all for that matter. “I could pay for the entirety of my college tuition with how much you’ve spent on this trip. Couldn’t I?” There was something about his tone that feels off, that despite his words, it wasn’t the Disneyland trip he was frustrated with at the moment. “You’re spiraling again. The fancy trip, the mass text about Leo, the drinking. Fuck, everything that’s occurred since you came back to Luxor. Spring break, prom, open house. What’s going on?” Of course, he’d notice things weren’t right. Her luck couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“It’s the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death.” The excuse slides off her tongue quickly. But even in the dark, she could make out the look on his face. He knew she was lying, and yet she didn’t change her tune. She couldn’t. After what happened with Lucy, she wasn’t going to tell anyone about that ever again. “Zander, that’s all there is to everything. Drop it.”

He opens his mouth as if he had something to say, but he quickly shuts up. After a few seconds where it looks like he’s not going to push, she takes a breath. But her relief is short-lived when he finally speaks. “Has anyone ever mentioned you crinkle your nose when you lie?”

“I do not!” She protests immediately. Did she really have such an obvious tell? “I’m not lying. That’s really all there is to it. Please.” The word sounds like a plea, and as she hears it, she can’t help but dread him picking up on it. She didn’t need to give him more to question when he was already treading into territory she couldn’t stand to think about. How could she discuss it again? She barely got through it with Lucy.

“Okay, I just have one more question then. Why is your father spending so much money on you lately? Taking the entire school to Disneyland, a suite just for you to hide in, him showing up to graduation. Your Club 33 membership cost could be a household’s entire annual salary, There has to be a reason he’s tossing money at you so aggressively.”

The question causes her blood to run cold. What was she supposed to say? That his father suddenly saw the error of his ways became invested in her life. The lie didn’t even seem plausible, let alone believable. The entire truth hurt too much to think about; she didn’t want to get into the reasons. The best she could offer was the truth, without any details. “He feels guilty.”

“About your mom?” Zander’s voice is so soft, and as the slight hint of guilt starts to leak into it, she can feel her heart starting to break. He was too good to her, too safe, and he doesn’t even hesitate as she moves closer to him on the bed and tries to crawl into his arms. As she starts to sob, he just accepts that right now she needed someone to hold her. “I’m sorry, Chessie. I-”

“It’s not about maman, Zan. When I was home I had to attend his dinner parties, and his VP, he-” She can’t even finish getting the words out as she starts to sob, as the panic sets in and she clings tighter to him. The thought of that evening made her wish she could carve off her skin as if it’d erase the memories of that night from her mind. The more she remembers, the harder it feels to gasp for air, and the faster she breathes as her eyes rapidly search for the nearest escape route.

“Ches, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay.” His voice is gentle as he starts stroking her hair again. For a moment, she goes completely still as she tries to remind herself this was Zander. “You’re safe, I promise. Nobody’s going to hurt you here.” She focuses on the sound of his voice as he tries to comfort her, and slowly, but surely, oxygen is easier to catch. The fear was still lingering; the urge to flee and never look back was overwhelming. “You don’t have to say anything, okay.”

“Look where not saying anything got me, Zander.” She snaps at him, the words just coming out suddenly. “He fucking raped me, and I have to- no, I’m expected to just stay quiet and move past it. Sometimes I’m not sure if the money is because my dad is upset it happened or to keep my mouth shut. You know, he was the one who made me drop the charges.” She still could remember that talk with her father. She could shut her eyes and picture it as if it was five minutes ago still, her father pacing around the living room in their penthouse looking almost as disheveled as he had at her mother’s funeral, practically begging her to let him handle this behind closed doors because he didn’t think she’d survive a trial. “Said he thought I’d kill myself if we went to trials, he handled it behind the scenes.”

“It’s out of love, either way, I think,” Zander says gently as if he’s not sure he’s supposed to speak at all. Honestly, Ches isn’t sure she wants him to talk either. The last time she’d discussed it, she hadn’t felt any better. In ways, she felt worse - guilty for burdening Lucy with something so heavy she couldn’t explain to anyone else.

“I know.”

The words are hard for her to get out, even if it’s the truth. She knew that her father loved her, even when it sometimes felt like he didn’t care nearly enough. Perhaps, in its own fucked up way, this was his way of showing he cared. Her father’s actions weren’t out of ill intent.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through this, you had a horrible year.” He wasn’t wrong about that, the more she thought about it, the more she realized seventeen had truly sucked. “But, you can’t destroy yourself in your attempts to cope. I can’t figure out how you got back without hurting yourself. That’s an issue.”

“It’s not a deal-breaker.” As Ches continues to calm down slowly, the realization she’s trembling begins to dawn on her. “I don’t care if I die, you know.”

“Well I do. Lucy and Avery do, and Elliot would be devastated, so that’s not an option, for starters. So this shit needs to stop.” Zander’s voice is firm, almost like when Logan had no other choice but to scold them. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but this isn’t the answer, Hailey.”

For a brief moment, she considers saying something about her first name, but she doesn’t. She was too drained to fight with him over it. The use could be tolerated for one night. “You can’t tell anyone, Zander. The only person who knows is Lucy.” She says instead as she pulls herself out of his arms to lay in bed again.

“And your therapist?”

“Doesn’t know anything either.” She shuts her eyes as she says the word. Of course, she didn’t go to her therapist about this; it felt too painful to revisit, too heavy to bring words to at times. “Just promise me, Zander.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She can feel him moving on the bed beside her to start to get up as he says the words, her arm quickly reaching out to stop him. “But, I think you need to talk to your therapist. And-”

“Okay.” She agrees. “But, can you stay? I don’t want- I can’t be alone right now. Please?” The boy stops trying to move at her confession, the admittance she needed someone there. “I think being alone is a bad idea, and I don’t think I can ask Elli to-”

“I’ll stay, as long you need me to.”

She doesn’t say anything as she moves her arm back to her side of the bed. For a moment, she wonders if he’ll question it, but soon the only noise is the sound of his phone unlocking as the two settle into a comfortable silence.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Riding On  Ch2: Did Ceasar Really Live Here?

Summary: Frank’s off to Vegas with the Circle of Truth boys for Jake’s stag do…what could POSSIBLY go wrong???

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW, no under 18s)

Pairing: Frank Adler x Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Imma start running now so @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ can’t catch me… Chapter Song: Stripped by Depeche Mode

Series Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

Metropolis has nothing on this, you’re breathing in fumes I taste when we kiss

March 2019

Fliss stretched out in bed, keeping her eyes closed as she lay still, Frank’s arm curled loosely over her hip as he continued to sleep besides her. She knew her alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so it must have been before 7. Mind you, her sleeping patterns had been out of whack for the last week or so anyway now. Apparently another lovely little side effect Bean was giving her. On the plus side, however, she was into her 16th week now and for the last 10 days or so the sickness had remained at bay so she was hoping she was through that particular phase.

But then, no sooner had she thanked her lucky stars, the familiar feeling began in her stomach, rising to her throat. She threw the blankets off and flung the bedroom door open hurrying to the bathroom where she dropped to her knees and vomited into the toilet.

Her sudden movement jolted Frank awake, and after blinking a few times he heard the tell-tale retching and with a sigh he pushed himself out of bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he padded down the hall and into the bathroom.

“Hey…” he said gently, dropping to his knees by Fliss, rubbing at her back. She turned her eyes to him, which were watering, before she hastily dipped back to the toilet. One of her hands was holding her hair back so Frank reached up to gently do it for her, sweeping it out of the way. He knew there was nothing to be done other than letting her ride it out so he simply sat there with her for a few minutes until eventually she sat back on her heels, her hands running down her face.

“Sorry.” she mumbled as she emerged from behind her fingers, cheeks flushed from the heat and exertion.

“What for?” he chuckled, cupping her face in his hands.

“Waking you up.” she shrugged “It’s your birthday…”

“Don’t apologise honey” he shook his head “You need anything?”

“Yeah a shower.” she grumbled “And apple juice. Actually, do we have any apples, like actual apples?”

Frank nodded “Yeah, I picked you some up yesterday”

“Then I want an apple. And juice” she said. Frank smiled.

“Before or after shower?”

“After.”

“Ok.” he said, his hand running through her hair. He stood up and helped her to her feet before he dropped a kiss to her forehead and walked back to their bedroom, leaving her to it. He glanced at the clock, which was telling him it was just gone 6, which was an hour before the alarm went off. Knowing full well neither of them would be going back to sleep he flicked on the lamp as it was still a little dark outside and wandered into the kitchen where he poured Fliss a glass of juice and sliced an apple into 4 for her. He then made himself an instant coffee, before he headed back the bedroom, placing Fliss’ juice and snack down on her night stand before he dropped back onto bed and turned on the TV.

He was watching some news report on some senator who was giving Trump a blasting (not unjustified either in Frank’s eyes, the president was a moron) when Fliss walked into the bedroom looking a lot better as she towel dried her hair, her robe wrapped around her. She walked round her side of the bed, downed the juice in about 3 mouthfuls and bit into a piece of apple, her mouth crunching at the fruit.

“You feeling better?”

“Loads.” she nodded, reaching for another piece before she walked to her vanity unit and sat down to comb out her hair. Frank took the opportunity to head to the bathroom himself, grabbing a clean pair of boxers as he went, dropping a kiss to Fliss’s head.

Fliss heard the shower turning on as she stood up and grabbed a pair of panties. She was far too warm to sit in a robe, damned hormones but she was damned if she was getting dressed so fucking early in the day either, not when her and Mary had presents to give him before work. She pulled her underwear on over her legs and then retrieved Frank’s T-shirt from the back of the chair she was sat on. She pulled it over her head and then frowned a little as it felt…well, odd.  She glanced down and her eyes widened slightly as there, albeit very small and covered by the pale-blue cotton, there was a swell protruding from between her hips.

She swallowed slightly and moved towards the mirror, her hands creeping under the t-shirt as she gently placed her hands over the bump. Yep, it was 100% there. And almost like it had appeared in the last 10 minutes because she certainly hadn’t noticed it in the shower. But then again, she had been half asleep. After a few more moments simply gazing at her belly she moved and dropped onto the bed, crawling onto her side and grabbing the rest of her apple. She ate the remaining two slices, her hand still resting on her stomach and looked up as Frank walked into the room, boxers tight around his upper thighs, his head covered by a towel as he furiously rubbed at his hair.

When he finally emerged from the towel he glanced at Fliss who was looking at him, her eyes shining and she bit her lip. Frank grinned, he knew that look very well, and this was one side effect of her pregnancy he was more than happy to help her out with especially seeing as their sex life had taken a dive over the 8 to 12 week period as she’d been so tired.

Happy fucking birthday to me…

“You want something?” he asked as he tossed the towel to the floor.

“No, well, yeah, but…I got something to show you…” she said, standing up and walking round the bed towards him. “Come here.”

She held her hand out to him, and puzzled he took it. She gently pressed it to her belly and it took him a moment but then he felt it. Her stomach, it was different. His eye widened and he glanced down between them, noticing for the first time the ever so small bump which was sticking out from her pelvis. He glanced up at Fliss and she grinned, his own face cracking into a huge smile as he gently grabbed the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, pulling it up as he knelt down so his face was level with her stomach, his hands softly cupping her bump.

“Hey Bean…” he whispered quietly as Fliss’ hand gently tangled in his damp hair. He looked up at her and her fingers softly caressed his cheek as he grinned before he pressed a kiss to her belly and his hands moved to the outside of her thighs, rubbing them softly as he stood up. “That’s the best birthday present ever…”

“Still want a boy?” Fliss smiled as his hands came to rest on her hips, her own sliding up his bare chest and round his neck.

“Yep.” he grinned and Fliss chuckled before he shrugged “Truth be told Lissy, I don’t much care. As long as he or she is healthy, it doesn’t matter.”

“Do you wanna find out, what it is I mean?” she asked, her fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his head “I know we got a few weeks before we can but…”

Frank pondered for a moment. Diane hadn’t found out with Mary, but then she hadn’t had anyone really (bar him) to care or get excited about it. Did he want to know? Knowing beforehand meant they’d be able to prepare properly…and they could give them a name. He didn’t know Greg and Zara when Zara had been expecting their kids but Simon and Lisa had found out for both of theirs, and it was almost as if the kids had been there with them once they had done, referring to them by their proposed names…

“Honestly, I don’t know.” he mused as he looked at Fliss “I kinda do, but then I kinda don’t…what about you?” “I don’t know either.” she said gently “I thought I did, but then I kinda like the idea of it being a surprise, because like you said, it doesn’t really matter.” “We can think about it.” he said. “Now, what I do want to know…how are the boobs feeling today?” he asked, causing her to laugh gently as his hands began pulling at the hem of the t-shirt, tugging it up over her head as he glanced down at her body.

“Sore, so be gentle” she said as he smiled, chuckling slightly before his hands softly cupped her face,  his lips brushed hers and he paused, their mouths barely touching as they simply looked at one another, breathing in each other’s air. With soft sigh, Frank tilted Fliss’ face back to his and kissed her, this time hard as his tongue traced the inside of her bottom lip gently and he could taste the apple she’d been eating before. She let out a soft sigh into his mouth and he moved, his hands sliding round her back to pull her closer to him, lips leaving hers and sliding down her chin and jawline to her neck where he softly placed an open mouthed kiss to the spot in the crook of her shoulder that drove her wild. She shivered in his hold, her breath hitching as he smirked against her skin, his hands on her back tightening as her body melted into his.

“Frank…” she whispered huskily, as he paused his actions, his breath tickling on her ear “need you…”

His nose nuzzled into her neck “Yeah?” he went back to sucking the skin on her neck into his mouth, gently enough so as to not leave a mark but harshly enough to cause her body to jolt slightly. “Yeah…” she whined, gently pushing him back towards the bed. He backing up the few steps before his legs folded as his knees hit the side of the mattress and he sat down. With a graceful movement Fliss straddled him, knee either side of his waist and he leaned forwards, his tongue swirling around one of her pebbled nipples.

“Fuck…” she hissed as her hips bucked violently at his touch and he pulled back to look at her, arching an eyebrow at how responsive she was being. “They’re sensitive…””

“Sorry baby…” he chuckled, his mouth leaving her chest alone and moving to her collar bone were he peppered hardly there kisses from one side to the other, watching and listening as she rolled her head back, baring her neck to him, enjoying the feeling of his soft mouth contrasting to the scratch of his beard as he went. Frank could tell she was getting worked up, she was pushing down on his lap hard, seeking some kind of friction, rocking her hips forward and back.

“I need…” she moaned softly into his mouth as he tilted his crotch upwards, hitting her spot and he smirked slightly as she pulled back, her teeth pulling his bottom lip. “Frankie…”

“What do you want baby girl?” he asked, his eyes closed and his voice husky as he nuzzled at her neck, hands flexing on her hips.

“Don’t make me beg.” she pleaded and, well, who was he to deny her what she wanted? In a soft movement he pivoted them both and gently moved so Fliss was led on the bed, underneath him and he stood, his hands hooking into the sides of her underwear and he peeled them down her legs before he dispensed of his boxers, dropping back to his knees and crawling over his girl. He kept himself propped up on his hands, now well aware of the small bump between them which was making him tentative a little, not wanting to press any of his weight on her. Fliss, however, had clearly had enough of waiting and sat up, pushing on his shoulders demandingly. With a chuckle he obliged, laying back so she could straddle him, which she did with a hunger he wasn’t quite sure he’d seen from her before.  As she sank down onto him, they both groaned slightly, his hips flexing upwards as she began to ride him, his hands settling on her hips as she found a steady rhythm that felt good.

Frank met her movements thrust for thrust, pulling her hips down as he did and she leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she moved. Frank groaned as his eyes flicked up and down her body and he saw her slightly distended belly, her marginally swollen breasts which bounced as she moved and the various other changes in her body thanks to the fact she was growing his baby. It was fucking incredible.

“God you’re beautiful…” he exhaled as he sat up, pressing his lips to hers as she mewled at the change of angle, grinding down against him harder “I love you so fucking much.” “I love you too…”she panted, her nose rubbing against his as he pushed up harder, making her cry out. “Fuck Lissy…” he said, between gritted teeth as she continued to roll her hips, crying out loudly once more as the heat began to rise in her belly. He read the signals right, as he always did, pulling her down onto him harder, again and again.

“Frankie…I’m gonna…” and then she let out a low wail, throwing her head back and she came undone, her hands tightening on his shoulders. Frank held her close, guiding her through her orgasm, as she collapsed forward, her head lolling against his shoulder. He thrust upwards again, and again, the spring in his own belly tightening as his rhythm became disjointed. Sensing he was close Fliss moved her head to watch him, her eyes locking onto his before they fluttered shut, eyelashes laying long against his flushed cheeks as he came with a pretty intense surge, moaning a mixture of curse words and her name. As Fliss pushed her hands through his hair, her mouth gently nipping at his jaw line as his throat bobbed, his eyes flickered open again as he took a deep breath. With a sated smile his head dropped to rest against hers as the haze from the high began to clear, and he ran his hands gently up her back. Fliss smiled back, the pads of her fingers cupping his jaw as she pressed a deep kiss to his lips.

“Happy birthday Sailor.”

******

The next couple of weeks past fairly quickly which wasn’t a surprise. Fliss had been holding interviews for a new member of staff to come in and help Joanne out whilst she stepped back a little as she had promised Frank she would, focussing on the teaching and leaving everything else to her employees. Frank, in the meantime had found himself being pulled into the planning of Jake’s Batchelor Party by Greg and Simon. Not that there was much left to do mind. They were off to Vegas, it was all booked and paid for now, and they were just planning the last activities out. They were all staying at Caesars for 3 nights, and it had cost a small fucking fortune but as Fliss had pointed out, so what? Once Bean had arrived they wouldn’t be doing anything for a while so he might as well make the most of it. So for one month and one month only he’d not put anything into the savings account to ensure he had enough to enjoy the trip.

The Thursday night was supposedly going to be the quiet one as Frank had suggested they head over to Mandalay Bay for low stakes Poker on the Friday, a suggestion which had been well received. Saturday night they were all heading to Omnia in the evening, Jake’s brother having booked a table on the balcony terrace. The thing was, Frank knew full well that there wasn’t going to be a quiet night, and for that reason had talked them out of planning anything for the day time, instead suggesting they took it as they found it. Greg had agreed, stating he was quite happy to lie in bed until midday and then collapse around the pool. A proposition Frank was also a big fan of.

Fliss talked him into buying a new suit for the Saturday evening as his trademark loud shirts were out of the question for the club dress code. (but not for the Thursday and Friday…) She’d picked out a dark blue and white fitted pinstripe ensemble, it was something he wouldn’t have thought about wearing usually but when he had tried it on he’d instantly liked it, and so had she from the look in her eyes when he emerged from the fitting room.

The day before they were flying out, Fliss had a message from her brother to say that he would be arriving on Friday and was in town for a month or so, something to do with a contract. As Bill and Verity were away for a fortnight in Italy, Fliss eagerly agreed to collect him from the airport and they made arrangements to hang out over the weekend...

And that was that.

“Viva Las Vegas!” Fran sang, putting on his best Elvis voice as he wandered into the living room grinning as he saw Mary roll her eyes. “Viva Las Vegas…”

“Is he gonna be singing that ALL night?” Mary looked at Fliss as Frank bent over the back of the couch to sing it into the 8 year old’s ear. She batted him away as Fliss looked at him, chuckling.

“Yeah but he’ll be gone tomorrow so it’s all good”.

“Admit it, you’re both gonna miss me.” he said, straightening up.

“Like a hole in the head.” Mary murmured, her eyes flicking back to the lap top resting on her crossed legs.

Frank snorted and dropped a kiss to the top of Fliss’ head before he wandered into the kitchen area, pulling a beer from the fridge.

“You all packed?” Fliss asked as he returned, picking her legs up as he sat down and draped them over his own.

“Yup.” he nodded.

“What time is your flight back on the Sunday?”

“3pm Vegas time.” he said, “Get back into Tampa bout 10pm.”

“And you got cars booked to bring you home?”

He nodded.

“Wow, I’m impressed” she grinned and he shrugged.

“They told me to organise transport, so I did.” he said with a smirk. Fliss looked at him and raised her eyebrow.

“What did you book?”

He looked at her for a second and then reached for his phone, before he handed it to her. She looked down at the white stretch hummer and gave a snort.

“They’re gonna love that!”

He nodded “Got one sorted at the other end too.”

“Well as long as you don’t lose Jake on the roof or marry a hooker…”

“Yeah, but a tiger in the bathroom would be pretty cool.” he shrugged. Fliss snorted as his hand gently ran up and down her leg.

“You know I went to Vegas once when I was about 23.” Fliss mused, looking at him. “Went with a group of the girls from the team. We got a limo to take us to the next club, because I wanted to make sure we didn’t get lost or separated. It took almost 40 minutes to get there, and cost something like $120.”

“That’s actually pretty reasonable.” Frank looked at her.

“Yeah, we thought so at the time.” she continued “Then the next morning, we found out that we literally just went across the street. There was a pedestrian bridge that we could have used that would've taken three minutes."

Frank tipped his head back in a loud roar of laughter “Dumbass!”

Fliss shrugged and grinned “When in Vegas…”

***** “Did Caesar really live here?” Jake said, slapping his hand on the check in desk. Frank groaned, shaking his head with a snort as besides him Greg and Simon both laughed.

“If I had a dollar for every time I had heard that Sir, I’d own this place.” The lady said in good spirits as she brought up their bookings. Jake was sharing a room with Simon, Jake’s brother Rob was in with his cousin Aaron, the 2 guys Chad and Jeff from Jake’s work were paired leaving Frank to share with Greg, which suited them both fine. When it got to their turn to check in, Greg offered his credit card as surety for the room declaring that they’d sort it upon check out but then warned Frank not to go charging any boats and hoes to the bill.

“You do realise we’re in a land locked state Greg?” Frank asked as he leaned on the counter as the guy seeing to them took a scan of Greg’s card.

“It’s Vegas man, anything goes.” he shrugged.

Once everyone was sorted, they headed straight to one of the bars for a drink, settling down into the various couches and chairs, ordering a beer each. Frank fired a quick message to Fliss to let them know they’d arrived and were sorted before he stuck his phone back in his pocket and reached for his beer.

“So, you all set for impending fatherhood?” Simon looked at him. “I mean not that you haven’t already with Mary like but…” Frank snorted and took a drink of his beer “All truth be told I’m shitting myself.”

“Your Mrs is pregnant?” Rob looked at him and Jake frowned.

“I told you this ages ago.” “Man I slept and drank since then!” Rob shrugged, before he looked at Frank and tipped his beer bottle in his direction “Congratulations man, when’s she due?”

“21st August.” Frank smiled “And thanks”

“Best thing in the world.” Rob smiled “Although, not gonna lie, it’s hard work…but of course you know shit already…” “Well only from the 6 month mark.” Frank shrugged “I only ever helped Diane out before that, the odd night here and there.”

“Meh, up until the 6 month point they’re boring anyway.” Jake said and everyone round the table looked at him, Greg snorting. “What? They are!” Jake pressed “All they do is eat,shit,piss,cry and sleep…”

“Yeah but, come on. Lying on your back with a bottle or a boob in your mouth sounds pretty good to me.” Simon quipped, and the rest of the group laughed.

After a few more drinks they headed up to shower before meeting back in the casino where Aaron suggested they head up to Freemont Street. So they did just that. They headed outside, hitching cabs for what was supposed to be a reasonably quiet few drinks in the late afternoon-slash-early evening. But nothing ever goes down that way does it? The few drinks became many, the early evening became night, as they wandered into the various bars and casinos and after losing some money in the old style slot Machines at The Golden Nugget they all headed back out and became engrossed by a Mo-Town band who were playing on a stage under the covered street. Mo-Town then became 80s, which then became Indie and before they knew it they’d enjoyed several light shows and it was almost midnight, so they decided to head back and call it a night.

Of course, once back at the hotel, they didn’t stop.

The drinking continued, using the free drinks whilst gambling policy to their advantage, each shoving a dollar at a time in the old blackjack machines, betting a quarter.

When the last 25c Frank bet was lost he stood up, hiccupping and announced he needed the bathroom. Simon declared this was the best idea Frank had had all evening, and the two of them made their way over to the corridor, Greg catching them up.

“Thought it was only girls who went to pee in groups?” Frank looked at him.

“Hey, I’m a modern guy…” Greg shrugged before he banged into Simon who had stopped dead outside the bathroom door.

“Move man…” Simon said, swaying slightly.

Greg squinted and looked at Simon, frowning and when he saw who Simon was arguing with, he let out a snort.

“Si, dude, that’s-“

“Don’t tell him…” Frank muttered, burping slightly, “I need to film this…” He reached in his pocket and fumbled with his phone, hitting the record button, before he held it up.

“Oh shit, hang on, we’re…” he snorted and Greg laughed as their faces filled the screen, before Frank flipped the camera from facing at them so that it was recording Simon. “I ain’t telling you again…” Simon stared at the doorway to the bathroom, or at least he thought he was.

What he was actually doing was staring at his reflection in the mirror to the right of the door.

“Ok, don’t say I didn’t warn you…” Simon snarled, and he drew his hand back. Before Frank or Greg’s drunken minds could kick into stop him he’d thrown his fist straight into the glass. It shattered, shards falling to the floor and Simon fell back slightly, utterly shocked.

“Fuck!” Frank gave a yell as he turned off the camera and stuck his phone in his pocket.

“Ow…shit…man…” Simon exclaimed, looking down at his fist which was now dripping blood.

A few people had gathered now to watch as Frank and Greg both stepped forward, grabbing Simon by the arms, their need for the bathroom suddenly forgotten as they had one purpose only, to get him as far away from the evidence as possible.

“Security…2 o’clock…” Greg moaned “Simon, you’re a fucking idiot…Frank, what do we do?”

“Fuck you asking me for?” Frank looked at him. “You’re the lawyer.”

“I’m also shit faced.” Greg slurred.

“Yeah, and my fiancé is 18 weeks pregnant.” Frank shot back.

“What…” Greg stopped walking, causing Simon to do the same “What the hell has that got to do with anything?” “Nothin’” Frank grinned “I just like sayin’ it.” “Look, you deal with Mall Cop, I’ll get him out of here…” Greg said, eyeing up the Security guard who was getting nearer and nearer. “You know how to deal with authority.” “No…no I don’t!”

“Sure you do, you went out with a cop didn’t you?” “Dude, that was years ago!”

“Even better, maybe she’s like a Captain now.” Greg shrugged.

“She’s with a Captain, does that count?”

“Why…how do you know that?” Greg looked at him.

“Facebook.” Frank shrugged.

“You’re on her Facebook?”

“It didn’t end badly, we’re friends…anyway, this has nothing to do with dickwad here!” Frank pointed to Simon who was stood swaying, still looking at his hand. “Focus…”

“Yes, Focus…” Greg nodded “Stands for fuck off cos ur stupid…” “That’s…that’s not a bad idea.” Frank nodded “Let’s just fuck off, pretend we don’t know him.” “Good…good plan…” Greg agreed.

“So, we just leave…” Frank looked at him “Deny any knowledge…” “Gentlemen?” The security guard who had now reached them spoke and Frank turned to face him. The guy was huge. Taller than him, wider than him…

“Hi.” Greg spoked.

“What’s happened to your friend?”

“Friend? No,we errr, we only just met him.” Frank said. He leant forward a and whispered conspiratorially “Between you and me I think he’s a little bit drunk…”

The Security guard looked at Frank sceptically, before he turned to Simon “Sir…” Simon looked up and grinned “Woah, you’re like…” he turned to Frank “He’s like a rhino, Frank.”

Frank was about to reply when he realised Simon had called him by his name. Greg looked at him, then to Simon, then to the security guard who had his arms folded.

“Never met him before huh?”

“Shit.” Frank groaned.

****** “How’s the hand?” Frank asked as Simon dropped onto a sun lounger. Greg snorted and Simon glared at them both.

“I can’t believe you let me do that…”

“We didn’t know you were gonna punch the mirror!” Greg shook his head.

“And you fucking filmed it then sent it to the Circle Of Truth Chat!” he shook his head. “What about the whole ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ promise?”

Frank chuckled, as he took a mouthful of his beer “I would say I’m sorry but I’m not.”

“I’m never gonna live that down.” Simon groaned.

“Yeah and you owe me two hundred bucks.” Greg looked at him over his sunglasses “I had to pay for the damage”

Frank smirked and then his phone went off. He reached for it where he’d stashed it under his shirt beneath the lounger and smiled as he saw it was Fliss.

He stood up, answering and walked away from the group a little.

“Hey Sweetheart.”

“Hey, how’s the head?”

“Not as bad as Simon’s hand.”

Fliss laughed “Yeah, not gonna lie, that video was hilarious. First thing I saw when I woke up.”

“How you feeling?” he asked, as he leaned against one of the glass boards that surrounded the pool

“I’m fine.” she replied “Bean is behaving.”

“Good. What about Mary?”

“She’s been fine. Just on my way to go get her then we’re gonna go meet Steeby at the airport and then I’m making tacos.” “What kind?” Frank grinned.

“Chicken and prawn…although I can’t have the prawns can I?” she groaned. “So not fair.”

“So why are you making them and torturing yourself?” Frank laughed.

“Because Mary asked.” “You don’t have to feed her whatever she asks for!” Frank shook his head.

“I know but it’s Friday.” Fliss said, as if that meant something “It was either that or the salad, and I can’t eat blue cheese either, and that’s much worse in my opinion.”

“Well, when he’s born…” “Or she…” “Whatever, I’ll buy you all the prawns and blue cheese you want.” “And champagne.” “And champagne.” he smiled.

Her soft chuckle hit his ears “I’ll let you go, sounds busy.”

“We’re just by the pool.” he said, “Background music isn’t quite as relaxing as I thought.” “That’s because you’re getting old Sailor.” she teased “Only 2 off 40 now…” “Don’t remind me.” he groaned. “You know I found another grey this morning…”

“I wouldn’t sweat it. I told you, men get better with age.” she quipped cheekily and he snorted.

“Like a fine wine huh?”

“Something like that.”

He chuckled again “Ok, I’ll call later to talk to Mary. I love you.” “You too. Have fun.” “I’ll try.” he smiled, before he bid her goodbye again and hung up. As he turned round to head back he collided with something, or more specifically someone. The young, blonde, bikini-clad woman he’d bumped into stumbled back a few paces and automatically Frank reached out to steady her.

“Sorry, you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, no harm done.” she spoke, her Australian accent was broad as she smiled up at him, brushing her hair back out of her face. “Lucky my glass was empty.”

Frank smiled and let go of her elbow, holding his hands out in front of him “I’ll watch where I’m going in future.” “I hope not…” she winked at him, and with that she headed off to the bar, casting a glance at him over her shoulder as she walked. Shaking his head he allowed himself a little smirk. He wouldn’t dream of ever cheating on Fliss, he didn’t even want to, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t a little flattered, and kind of pleased actually to see the old Adler charm was still there.

“Still got it Frankie.” he mumbled to himself, a little smugly as he headed back to the sun-loungers.

**** It had been a while since Frank had played Texas Hold’ em but he was pleased to report he hadn’t lost his touch. They’d been there about two hours and Frank had won a couple of games, but by the time the rake was taken from the pot it meant he’d only really made about a hundred bucks, still, it was better than nothing and he wasn’t really there to make a lot of money, just enjoy the evening. For that reason he, Simon and Greg had all agreed to stick to the $4 /$8 table whilst the others headed over to the higher limit tables as soon as places opened, agreeing they would find each other later.

The waitress came back with their drinks, all three had drunk enough beer all day plus on top of the ridiculous amount of Nachos and Wing’s they’d eaten at the sports bar in the Planet Hollywood mall, they were starting to bloat so had started on the shorts, JD and coke for Greg, Rum and coke for Simon whilst Frank preferred his straight, opting for a scotch on the rocks. It wasn’t brilliant quality, but it was free whilst they were playing…well, almost, as they all tipped the waitress $2 each a time, but that meant she bee lined for them the minute she spotted their glasses were empty. Easy drinking, they were hardly without one in their hand.

A few more games in and the man to Frank’s right stood up, thanking them all and tipped the dealer before he left and an older lady took his seat. She nodded to them and she was dealt in, placing her bets. After a couple of rounds it was clear to Frank she was a typical “ABC" player- raising and betting her strong hands, calling and checking her medium ones and checking and folding the weaker ones. She wasn’t trying to outplay or outthink or bluff, and was pretty much a rock.  She never got out of line and never bet without a strong hand.  

Greg tossed his bet in and the woman raised. Frank glanced down, he had a pocket pair of tens. Now, most times against a tight player such as the woman he would just fold because the worst she’d likely raise with is Ace-King, and most likely she had either a pocket pair herself of Aces, Kings or Queens. He knew the chance of getting a set of tens from the flop wasn’t great, but seeing as it was only a low level game Frank called too.

Everyone around the table folded, including the original bettor and the blinds which left the pair of them heads-up. The flop was a rainbow rag meaning there were no flush draw possibilities as the cards were all different suites, and there was no card higher than a nine either. Still, the old lady bets and Frank called, deciding to at least see what the turn held. On the turn the dealer revealed another ten, giving Frank three of a kind. Keeping his face straight, he quickly noted that there were no strong straight or flush draws on the board so given her previous way of playing he placed her now on either an Ace-Ace or King-King pair. So unless an ace or a king came on the river card, he had her beat.

Clearly figuring her big pair is still good, she bet. Frank pretended to hesitate a little, and he knew said “Hollywood” hesitation move wouldn’t fool anyone in a higher limit game, but the devil in him was well and truly out to play. He raised and thought as tight as the woman played she might fold here or at very most make a crying-call, but to his surprise she re-raised. His poker face almost slipped, out of surprise and amusement more than anything, but he managed to keep it straight and re-raised again. All eyes around the table were on them and the lady at that point called, still not having uttered a single word all play.

The dealer looked to Frank and he turned his cards over, displaying his 3 of a kind.

The old lady blinked, before she turned over her cards, revealing a pair of Kings. Simon and Greg both let out little chuckles as the dealer declared Frank the winner. He had just turned to the older lady to give her a polite ‘well played’ but it died in his throat as she was focused on the dealer, her face angry as she shot the man a furious look and spat.

"You bad luck, black cat mother fucker!"

Frank blinked, and looked over at Simon and Greg who were looking at one another, shocked expressions on their faces, and then she turned to Frank and snarled. “Shove your winnings up your ass.” before getting up and stomping away from the table.

The entire table just sat there, stunned. Frank had heard plenty of players swear and many others blame the dealer when they lost but he hadn’t in a million years expected such a reaction from the quiet, little old lady that had sat besides him all night. He blinked, and looked at Simon and Greg, before Simon burst out laughing and set the whole table off.

As they left a few games later, Frank, Simon and Greg gave the dealer a nice tip declaring that was the most entertainment they’d had in years. They headed to the bar they’d arranged to meet the others at, finding most of them there. Chad had won big bucks, so was in the process of buying a bottle of grey goose along with mixers for everyone when Frank felt someone touch his elbow.

“I thought it was you.” The blonde Australian girl from before smiled at him. She was dressed in a long black jumpsuit, her hair pulled back it took him moment to realise who she was. “Almost didn’t recognise you with your shirt on.” she winked. Frank laughed, “Don’t say it too loud, might be taken the wrong way.” She smiled back, shrugging “Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Frank lowered his eyes as he leaned against the bar, before he looked back up “Not sure my fiancée would appreciate that.”

“Ah.” she said, raising an eyebrow “So, is this your stag, sorry, bachelor party then or…”

“Who says it’s a Batchelor party?” he teased.

“Why else would you be wearing that shirt?” she asked, looking at his light blue Hawaiian number

Frank chuckled, “No, it’s his.” he said, nodding to Jake who was stood to his left by Chad, Rob and Jeff the 4 of them talking to a group of girls he figured were with the one stood in front of him. Greg, Simon and Aaron were parked at table in the corner of the raised platform. Greg looked over at him and raised an eyebrow at him, questioningly. Frank rolled his eyes before his attention turned back to the woman in front of him.

“So you’re a long way from Oz .” he said, “What you here for?”

“Oh my sister, the dark haired one, she lives in San Francisco. It’s her 21st so here we are!”

“God to be 21 again.” Frank let out a groan

“Can’t have been that long ago surely…” she looked at him, batting her eyelids and he took a deep breath, smiling. Enough was enough now. He’d been polite, entertained the conversation but…no…he was baling.

“You’d be surprised.” he said, pushing himself up straight. “Enjoy your evening.”

“Brittany.” she offered, even though he hadn’t asked, smiling again.

“Brittany.” he nodded, “Nice talking to you.” “Yeah, you too…”

He didn’t offer his name, he merely gave her a polite smile and headed over to the table Greg and Simon were at.

“Who was that?” Greg asked.

“No idea really, all I know is her name is Brittany and I bumped into her, literally, round the pool before.”

“Damned…” Simon said, eyeing her up. She turned, glanced at their table again, looking at Frank before she was pulled away by one of the girls, as Jake and the rest of the boys made their way over to where Frank was sitting. “She’s giving you the eye Frank.”

“Not interested.” he shrugged, before narrowing his eyes at Simon “And neither should you be.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of window shopping.” Simons shrugged.

Frank shook his head, snorting, before Chad placed the ice bucket down in the middle of them which contained the large bottle of vodka, as the Bar Tender followed with a bucket of mixers.

***** Thankfully no one punched a mirror that night. When he woke on Saturday morning, Frank’s head was a little woolley, he’d drunk a lot again and as he scanned his messages he snorted at the ones he had sent to Fliss at stupid AM declaring how much he loved her, and Mary and Bean… she’d responded with one when she woke up which was a snap of her in the mirror wearing a pair of denim shorts which she couldn’t fasten anymore as her bump was protruding from the front. It instantly had Frank groaning to himself, and pretty horny on the low so he’d called her whilst Greg was in the shower, just to hear her voice and inform her just exactly what the photo had done to him.

He steered clear of the alcohol during the day, instead opting for water to rehydrate knowing full well the night was going to be heavy. In the afternoon he and Greg headed for a wander up the strip, just for a walk and chance to get out of the hotel, the pair of them simply chatting away about everything and anything. He’d grown even closer to the man following the court-case with his mother, and he enjoyed his company. He loved Simon and Jake to bits but Greg was more like him. Enjoyed cutting loose and having a good time but was also happy (and not ashamed to admit it) to sit home with his family. As they walked back to the hotel via the Pandora shop so he could get Fliss a charm to add to her now half full bracelet it struck Frank  just how much he himself had changed since meeting Fliss. He’d grown up, a hell of a lot, they both had in a way. And it was nice. He liked it.

Later that evening after they’d all met for food, they headed back to change. Once Frank and Greg were dressed in their suits, his accompanied by a white shirt and a blue tie, he told Greg he was under instructions to send Fliss a selfie of the pair of them. So they grabbed one, stood on the balcony and as they headed down to meet everyone he fired it off to her whilst Greg also took the time to check in at home.

“I picked well…” came the text reply.

“Yeah the suit is good…” “Wasn’t talking about the suit, Sailor ;-)”

Frank chuckled “Well you have good taste.” he typed back. “I know. Steeby says hi by the way.”

“Tell him hi back and we’ll go for beers at some point whilst he’s over.”

“He’s looking forward to it.” she replied. “Have a good time baby, we love you.”

We. He fucking loved that. Her, Mary, Bean…

“Love you all too xx “ he smiled, and with that he shoved his phone in his pocket as the elevator doors opened and they walked out into casino.

The Club was something else. He’d seen from the photos on the website that it was opulently decorated and posh and very upmarket, but still he hadn’t been prepared for it. It was adorned with dark leather furniture, mahogany tables, crystal chandeliers and matching light fittings. Yeah, this was way out of his normal comfort zone.

“Bit different to Fergs…” Simon muttered as they were led to the private table which was on the terrace.

“Just a bit…” Frank snorted

“Let’s pretend we belong here for one night.” Greg said, his arms reaching up around both their shoulders from where he stood.

“Ok, erm, who do you wanna be then?” Simon asked “Digby Yates the self-made car salesman come billionaire, Niles Orson the millionaire lawyer, or Aldrich Whitaker the trust fund jack-ass?”

“Where the fuck do you come up with this shit?” Greg looked at Simon as Frank snorted.

“I dunno…” Simon said, “Just humour me, pick.”

“Trust fund jack ass sounds fun.” Frank nodded.

“Yeah, I’m a lawyer every day, granted not a millionaire, but still. I’ll take the car salesman.” Greg nodded.

“I’ll take Niles then.” Simon smirked as the three of them all laughed.

They settled at the table and their personal waitress came over, Frank didn’t miss the eyes she was giving Aaron as she explained their drinks package options. They opted for the middle of the road spirits and mixers and they settled into a comfortable chat for a few hours until the club started to get busy.

Frank by this point was already feeling a little light headed. Simon and Greg weren’t faring much better. Jake, however, was suspiciously with it and hyper, leaving Frank to conclude that he’d also shoved a certain amount of substance up his nose as well as down his throat. That was something he’d never get. Sure he’d done a bit of weed as a kid but the whole other harder drugs had never appealed to him. Still, it was his Batchelor Party, his funeral so to speak.

Simon saw Frank watching it and looked at Jake “He been snorting?” he asked, passing Frank a shot of tequila.

“Looks like it.” Frank said, before he clinked his glass against Simons, before doing the salt, shot and biting the lemon, grimacing.

“Dumbass…” Simon winced, shaking his head as he poured them another shot from the bottle.

“Man, you’re as bad as Bonnie for this shit.” Frank moaned as Simon slid the full glass towards him.

“I know about that, you know…” Simon looked at him.

“Know what?” Frank asked, although he had a feeling he knew what was coming.

“Bout you and Bonnie…”

Yup, there it was. Frank grimaced and let out a groan.

“Shit…look, pal, it was way…”

Simon wrinkled his nose “yeah, I know…it’s fine…to be fair, if I tried to steer clear of any girl you’d slept with there’d probably be no one left in south Pass.

“Fuck you.” Frank shot back, as Simon snorted.

“What? It’s true!” Simon grinned “You were quite the ladies man.” “Yeah, well, not anymore” Frank shrugged simply.

Simon clapped him on the shoulder and nudged the shot glass towards him. “Drink that then let’s go investigate the dance floor…”

Frank wanted nothing less than to go on the dancefloor, but Simon insisted. Standing up, the alcohol suddenly rushed to his head and he swayed a little bit, sniggering as Simon did the same.

“No. More. Tequila.” Frank pointed at the man, Simon grinned.

They headed onto the busy dance floor, pushing through to where Jake and Rob were, not far from Chad and Aaron who were busy grinding up against a couple of girls. They looked familiar, and it took Frank a moment to realise they were the ones from the bar the previous night.

Then he felt a tap on his elbow and he turned to see Brittany smiling at him.

“Fancy seeing you here…” she grinned.

“Yeah, total coincidence…” Frank arched an eyebrow, leaning down so she could hear him, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Aaron and Chad “Don’t suppose those 2 losers had anything to do with it?”

“They might have mentioned they’d be in here.” Brittany shrugged “Cassie’s sweet on the blonde. Is he single?”

“I think so.” Frank shrugged “I don’t know him that well but he’s never mentioned a girl.”

“Doesn’t mean he aint got one.” she shrugged.

“True.” Frank conceded.

She gave him another smile and he watched her go, before he turned back to Greg and Simon who were now both doing some really odd kind of dance move to which Frank couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or cry…so he did neither and joined in.

The music and drink kept on going, and sometime later, Frank had no idea when or how, but they were back around the table, the girls having been invited to join them. They drank more, and then they were all being dragged back to the dance floor by Brittany and her friends, and then they ended up at the bar, for some reason, despite having table service, ordering some kind of rum cocktail.

He was talking to Brittany about her job, having discovered she was a Vet, telling her Mary would love to hear all about it. The girls hand was resting on his shoulder as she leaned up, and he leaned down so he could hear her and as she continued with a tale about an angry terrier, someone barged into Frank from behind and he pushed into her, accidentally. Automatically he reached out to stop Brittany from falling backwards as she stumbled a little on her heels.

“That’s the second time you’ve nearly knocked me over.” she looked at him.

“Second time I’ve caught you as well…” he said, suddenly aware his arm was round her back. He let go and went to move away, but he froze as her hands slid up his chest and around his neck.

“Woah…no…” he shook his head as he felt her arms attempting to tug him down wards.

“What?” she asked as he reached round and gently prised her hands away, stepping back and shaking his head.

“Look, I’m flattered but I’m really not interested.”  he sighed “I love my girl” he shrugged simply.

“Your loss…” Brittany stepped back, and looked him up and down. “Although actually I think it’s probably mine…”

Frank blinked and watched her go, before there was a harsh clap in between his shoulder blades.

“What the fuck was that?” Greg asked, his voice thick.

“Nothing.” Frank shook his head, raising his eyebrows as he turned to look at Greg. Well, one of them. He was seeing two now. Fuck he was wrecked.

“She…she wassall over you” Greg slurred

Frank groaned, blinking.  “I’m too old for this shit. And I need another drink.”

Greg pointed at him, swaying a little, nodding in appreciation “That is the best idea you ever had Adler. Let’s go back to the table.”

**** Frank woke the next morning, face down with a mouthful of pillow.

Groaning to himself he rolled onto his back and stayed still for a moment trying to stop the room spinning. Jesus fucking Christ he had drunk enough last night to sink a battle ship. His head was pounding, his mouth felt like it was full of sand and he felt like death.

Maybe he was dead. It would probably less painful.

He lay his arm over his eyes, grimacing as furiously tried to recall what the fuck had happened last night. He could remember that they’d stayed in the club till the early hours he knew that, but the last memory he had was him being on the dancefloor, then sitting down at their table with Greg and Simon. And then they’d been joined by the rest of the gang…and some girls…

Fuck.

Brittany, the Australian one…he remembered her trying to kiss him, and he’d told her no, but now he could recall clearly her and her friends joining them at the table…and she’d perched on his knee.

Adler, you dick head.

She’d had her arm draped around his neck, but then she’d gotten up and left again. And he’d stayed at the table with his friends. He was sure he had.

And now he needed to pee. He lay there, his brain trying to kick start his body into getting up to go to the toilet and he suddenly became aware that he was naked. Which didn’t surprise him in the slightest, when drunk he tended to just kick his clothes off and pass out. Wasn’t like he had anything Greg hadn’t seen before.

He cracked open an eye and then frowned. He was in the wrong bed. He’d taken the one nearest the balcony because Greg preferred to be away from the window.  As his eyes focussed a little more, he noticed the door to the bathroom was also in a different place. It was like the room was identical but the opposite way round. Almost like he was on the opposite side of the hotel…

Shit. This wasn’t his room.

And then, just as that began to sink in he felt a movement in the bed besides him.

No, no…this wasn’t happening.

He sat bolt upright and turned to his left, his mouth falling open in a combination of shock and horror as he realised that for the first time in 18 months he had woken next to someone that wasn't Fliss.

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 10)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!  Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some fluff to make us feel better. Smut comes later on  in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

If ANY  of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below  the cut! go find something else to read in this case.

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested. GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

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Henry takes the bacon out of the oven and shuts it off. Placing it on a couple of potholders on the counter to cool. Henry then goes to the stereo and turns the volume down so he can hear you calling if you need him for any help. He goes back to the kitchen and looks up a pancake batter recipe. He checks to make sure he has all the ingredients and then goes about mixing it up.

Once he has the pancake batter mixed he pours it into an empty squeeze bottle with a nozzle and then mixes up the eggs, milk and cheese for the omelets he pours it into the hot skillet and then puts crumbled bacon and the peppers, onion and garlic mix into it as well. He adds more cheese and then flips it closed.

Henry makes two delicious smelling and yummy looking fluffy omelets. He puts them on the plates with foil over the top to keep them warm. Then he makes the slider pancakes. He quickly has a dozen for each of you and figures that’s enough. Putting the cap on the bottle, he puts it in the fridge and then covers the two plates with foil and shuts the burners off.

Henry goes to check on you and finds you sobbing in the bathroom as you sit on the toilet. Henry’s smile fades when he sees you sobbing, and he rushes to you. “Kitten? Honey, what’s the matter?” he asks as he holds your face. “It hurts! It hurts so bad to pee!” you cry. He pulls you into his chest and he holds you. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m sure that area was inflamed by his activities too. Do you want me to call the Doctor and see what he wants us to do?” he asks you. You nod.

“Honey, are you able to pee at all?” he asks. “Yeah, it just really, really burns and hurts.” You tell him. “Okay, Sweetheart. You gonna be able to finish getting ready?” he asks. You nod. “I’ll try.” You tell him, tears still trickling down your cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumbs. “I wish I could take all this pain away from you, Honey. I know it hurts a lot. Don’t give up, though, okay? You give up, he wins.” Henry says, looking into your pale blue looking eyes. “I’ll call the Doctor.” He tells you. You nod.

Henry heads for the kitchen and grabs the pill bottle with the antibiotic in it. He looks for the phone number for the Doctor and calls it. The nurse answers and Henry explains who he is and why he is calling. “She is in a LOT of pain this morning and says it hurts and burns really, really bad when she pees.” He says.

She tells him to hang on and she will get the doctor. He gets on the phone and talks with Henry. He asks Henry to bring you back in right away, and they will check for a bladder infection. “If it’s hurting that bad and she has been taking the antibiotics as prescribed, she may need a stronger one if the bladder got irritated or infected. Sometimes it happens when there’s prolonged sex going on and bacteria gets into the urethra and makes their way to the bladder. Or the walls can become inflamed just from the constant friction, which can cause pain and burning sensations.

When you get here, have the nurse get me right away and I’ll check her and get tests run.” He tells Henry. Henry thanks him and hangs up. Luckily, he made sure you were taking your meds as prescribed, so he is pretty sure you’re gonna need a stronger antibiotic.

He goes back to check on you and you’re hunched over the sink trying to wash your face, grimacing from the pain. Henry sees you and comes to help you. “Here, Sweetheart, let me help.” He says. You nod and sit back down on the toilet, so it hurts less. He washes your face for you and brushes your hair. You sigh and thank him.

“Do you think you can walk, Kitten?” Henry asks. You shake your head. He comes over and gently picks you up and carries you over to the dinette. He gently sets you on the chair and then goes to get your breakfast. He places it in front of you with butter and syrup, water and your meds. He grabs his plate, and some OJ and sits across from you.

“Doc says to bring you back in as soon as we can. He thinks you probably have a bladder infection from Dan fucking you for so long. Said it probably irritated the walls of your bladder and such. Said he’ll run some tests and will probably give you some stronger antibiotics.” He tells you. You nod and eat your food.

“Thank you, Bear, for letting me stay here and for taking care of me.” You whisper. Henry remembers your throat is still sore and he gets up and kisses your cheek. ‘That’s what friends do, Sweetheart. They take care of each other.” He tells you as he pulls a travel mug from the cabinet. He heats up some water in the electric kettle and then puts a honey and lemon tea bag into the travel mug and pours the hot water into it. Henry lets it steep for a few minutes then pulls the tea bag out and tosses it in the garbage. He snaps the lid on the mug and hands it to you.

“Kitten, how did you sleep last night? I noticed you crawled in with me in your little burrito again. Did you have another nightmare?” he asked. You shook your head. “I just didn’t feel as safe laying on the couch by myself. So I came and curled up next to you. For once, I didn’t have any nightmares.” You whisper.

Henry gives you a warm smile. “Well, I’m glad you feel safe enough with me to do that with me, Kitten.” He tells you. You nod and stuff another piece of omelet in your mouth.

After a few moments, Henry asks you, “Kitten, would you like to try a self-defense class or drawing to help you cope with what you’ve been through?” You shrug. “I’m not much of an artist. I suppose we could go watch the two classes she recommended. I don’t know.” You mumble and look down.” “Honey, if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay. I just thought it would be good for you to see what some of your options are. Who knows, maybe something will spark an interest.” He tells you.” You shrug.

“I’ll call and see if we can come observe. A few of the classes for each. If you don’t want to try it, that’s fine. At least you had a look to see if it was something you might like.” He says. “Okay.” You tell him then take your meds with the water.

You shiver a bit and Henry asks if you’re cold. You nod. “It’s chilly in here this morning.” You tell him quietly. He nods. “Yeah. I’ll have maintenance come turn on the furnace today while we’re gone.” He tells you and grabs his phone.

Henry makes a few calls while the two of you eat, and Maintenance says they’ll be over in an hour to check the furnace and get it going for you. He thanks them then calls the two martial art studios the counselor recommended. They agree to come let the two of you observe a couple of classes to see if its something you’d like to try and tell Henry to just come when the two of you have free time. No appointment needed. He thanks them both as well.

Henry looks over at you while you are finishing eating. You look exhausted. Your skin is paler than usual, and your cheeks are slightly flushed. The bruising on your neck and chest is dark but is starting to turn green and yellow around the edges. He reaches across and puts a hand on your forehead. It feels a little warmer than usual and he suspects you have a low-grade fever.

Henry caresses your face, and you sigh and lean into his hand for a moment and close your eyes enjoying his touch. “We’ll get you through this, Kitten. I know you aren’t feeling well right now. Hopefully the Doc can figure out why you’re hurting so bad and get you something to make you feel better.” He tells you quietly. You nod, and he lets go of your face. “Come on, now, finish up and we’ll go get you dressed and head out.” He encourages.

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Chapter 8: The Little Prince and His Flower

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which Harry must return to Holmes Chapel, Y/N is upset he went without her, and family drama is not family-only.

Word count: 10k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

What to expect in this chapter: Gemma/Isaac, Niall/?, Ruby(???), and a graveyard ‘date’

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Isaac closed his umbrella, almost too caught up in what had happened to realise it'd stopped raining since Gemma had left. His mouth opened to answer Emilia’s question, but his brain was stuttering, unable to keep up.

He'd kissed Gemma.

No, she had kissed him. He didn’t know why she’d done it, but did it matter? He'd kissed her back and he'd liked it. He'd kissed his best friend’s sister, who had a boyfriend, a shitty one, still, it didn’t justify what he’d done.

If Harry knew about this—

His stomach twisted into knots as his palms started to sweat. Harry couldn’t know about this. They were finally on good terms again. Isaac couldn’t fuck this up. Had Emilia seen the kiss? Would she tell Harry if she had?

Isaac took a deep breath to ease his mind. To Emilia, he said, “I came to see you. You didn’t show up for the shoot, Emi.”

“I lost my phone and I thought the shoot was next week.” She gave an apologetic grin. “I’m very sorry.”

Her apology didn’t sound sincere, but now he had bigger problems to worry about. With an impersonal tone, he said, “If you’re not interested anymore, you should’ve let me know so I could find someone else.”

“No, no, I still want to model for you!” She wrapped her fingers around his wrist before he even thought about ending the conversation. His alarmed expression got her blushing as she hid her hands behind her back, staring at her feet. “I’d been...um...I’d been busy preparing for my audition this morning. That was why I took two days off in a row, and then my boss called me here today because the shop got overcrowded.”

“An audition? For a movie?”

He hoped his startlement didn’t offend her. There was nothing wrong with her auditioning for a movie; she used to go to film school after all. But not so long ago she’d told him she’d already given up on her dream of becoming an actress, so he was curious to know how that passion had sparked again.

“Yes, a real movie!” she exclaimed, her green eyes twinkling like Harry’s whenever he talked about his job, or Y/N.

As if Emilia could read Isaac’s mind, she added, “Harry encouraged me to attend casting calls. I’ve done some commercials and modelling before, so a movie would be a nice challenge. He also gave me the contacts of some directors—” His dubious look stopped her midsentence, and her voice went flat, “I didn’t get them from his assistant. He actually gave them to me.”

“No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay. Please don’t explain.” With a frustrated exhalation, she peered around him. “Was that Gemma who just left?”

The hair stood up at the nape of his nape when he met her questioning gaze. Convinced that she’d seen the kiss, he had to admit, “Yeah, it was Gemma.”

Her eyes went round as she considered him in a sceptical manner. “Are you two dating?”

“No. She has a boyfriend.”

Gemma was so private that not many people knew she had a boyfriend. For all he knew, he could’ve lied to Emilia and gotten away with it even if she’d witnessed the kiss. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. He had a strict rule against lying. No matter how trivial you thought your lie was, you’d have to cover it up with more lies, and before you knew it, the lie had become too big, like a snowball rolling down a hill. The damage it would cause was inevitable.

Nodding slowly, Emilia ahhhhed in silence and concluded with, “Too bad. I’d love to talk to her.”

He waited for her to continue, but then she told him she had to get back to work and would text him with her new number. Just like that, she disappeared into the shop, leaving him in bafflement.

Emilia was the most curious person he’d ever met, so if knowing Gemma’s relationship status was a good enough answer for her, then she must’ve seen the kiss. What he couldn’t explain was how cool she’d been about it, as if him — her half-brother’s best friend — kissing her half-sister, who had a boyfriend, was the most normal thing in the world.

Either she hadn’t seen anything, or she was a much better actress than he thought.

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Y/N had been a fool to think she would worry less about writing now that she’d found the perfect literary agent. For the last few months, she’d been stressed out about pitching her manuscript, but ever since she’d had Laura, her biggest concern had circled back to the manuscript itself.

Laura was a perfectionist, which was good, because she never made mistakes. But she expected the same thing from all of her clients, and Y/N would do anything to please that woman. Even if it meant pulling an all-nighter and living off on tea and protein bars just to finish another scene to move on to the next.

After their first meeting, Laura had emailed Y/N a very long list of what she ‘didn’t like’ about the story. Some scenes were redundant; the drama should be more intense; the plot twists weren’t shocking enough; more sex, more sex, more sex.

Y/N had vowed to herself that she would never, ever, write a generic story just to match a publisher’s bulleted list. Yet here she was, shamefully ticking boxes and changing the entire story as she went. If her characters could step out of the page, they would strangle her in her sleep for how she’d fucked up their lives. But if she was going to have an agent, she had to believe in her agent.

Laura knew what kind of book sold and what didn’t, and at this point, Y/N just wanted her novel to be published. She didn’t care if it wasn’t the best story in her opinion. As long as Laura guaranteed that Y/N’s babies would end up on the shelves in the biggest bookstores in London, Y/N would do anything – and she meant anything – Laura told her to.

“Y/N!”

The voice interrupted her train of thoughts, and she glanced up from her laptop screen to meet Alice’s amused gaze. “You haven’t touched your tea,” Alice said, her grin widened. Only then did Y/N realise her tea had been served a long while ago and already gotten cold. “And maybe stand up and walk around for a bit. How could you sit in one place for three fucking hours? Can you still feel your ass?”

Y/N snorted at the remark and wiggled against her chair. “This ass still feels pretty fine to me.”

“Weirdo,” Alice said, shaking her head.

But Alice did have a point. Y/N had been staring at the screen for so long that the words had begun to look all the same; a short break would do her some good.

Her shoulders sagged as she took off her AirPods, rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms and glanced around the shop. It’d been so crowded when they had arrived this morning. Now, most of the customers had left, and there were only them, a couple at the table by the street-facing window, and three girls in the corner booth, who were laughing and taking selfies.

Alice shot them a disapproving glare before switching her attention back to the novella in her hands — The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Y/N’s mother had read it to her when she was little, and she still remembered the story as if she’d learned it by heart. You knew when a book was good when even Alice, who absolutely hated reading, could not put it down.

Not wanting to disrupt her friend, Y/N quietly pushed away from the table when Alice snapped her head up, her eyebrows scrunched. “Where are you going?”

“Gotta pee.”

Alice gave a dismissive wave, and her eyes were fixed on the book again.

In the bathroom, Y/N took the far back stall, telling herself to finish quickly so she could get back to work. But while cleaning herself, she heard echoes of high heels accompanied by the laughter of the previous group of girls. The door next to hers opened and shut, and the water ran as one girl washed her hands.

“Did she leave already?” asked the one in the stall.

“I think so,” said her friend outside.

“Shame. I thought Harry was gonna show up,” the third girl sighed in disappointment as the water stopped. The toilet flushed, heels clacked against the marble, and the water ran again.

“I saw him in the car park once,” continued the third voice. “He came to pick her up. You should’ve seen her bitchy face. No wonder she’s got no friend but the psycho Alice Young.”

Y/N scowled when the first girl chimed in, “Remember Mandy Torres from English Lit?”

The Mandy who’d pretended to be friends with Y/N and then shit-talked about her behind her back? Yes, she remembered.

“So Mandy invited them to her party because she’s a sweetheart. Then that bitch got insecure, thinking Mandy might steal her man, so she blew up at Many in the library, calling her names and stuff. Two people saw it!”

Y/N could bet these girls knew it was a lie, and still, they chose to believe it so they could have a reason to hate her.

Three of them laughed at the same time, and then the second one said, “Can’t believe she still showed her face after that clip.”

“What clip?” her friend asked, sounding just as confused as Y/N.

Her heart was pounding, and her fingers were clawing at her knees. She didn’t know what clip they were referring to. And why shouldn’t she show her face?

Yes, she and Harry had filmed a sex tape before, but they’d been careful and deleted it right after they’d watched it together. It was impossible that the clip still existed and had gotten leaked.

“Oh, you haven’t seen it? This morning, someone uploaded a clip of Harry Styles and Ruby Ellis dancing together at a party in LA. They were all over each other.”

“Oh my God, they’re definitely fucking again!”

“Can you blame him? Would you pick that whore over Ruby Ellis?”

Their laughter faded into white noise, and soon their footsteps had become mute.

Y/N sat there for a long moment, fists balling against her skirt until she was sure she was alone again. That was when she got on her feet, flushed the toilet and clawed the door open.

Her reflection in the mirror caught her by surprise. She almost didn’t recognise herself from how angry she looked. Taking a deep breath, she stomped to the sink to wash her hands and then dried them with a paper towel before going back to her table like nothing was wrong.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see those girls watching her. They whispered something to each other, probably shocked and embarrassed that she’d heard them say all those terrible things behind her back.

The old Y/N would have stepped out of the stall and put them in their place. But the new Y/N — Harry’s Y/N — wouldn’t put on a show in public and take down her boyfriend’s career and her dignity.

“You okay?” Alice asked when Y/N plopped down in the chair across from her.

Y/N flatly said, “yes,” and put on her AirPods to get back to work. No more distraction. Fuck those girls. Fuck the internet. She didn’t need to see that clip to–

Her phone buzzed once, and she flinched. Cece had sent her a post on Instagram.

Now what? Was she going to check it? Her mind went numb for a second as her fingers froze on the keyboards. She kept staring at the blinking cursor until her anxiety became too much, and she surrendered. She grabbed her phone, swiped right on the notification and placed her thumb on the home button to unlock the screen.

Have you seen this?

No, she hadn’t. And she hadn’t intended to until now.

The thumbnail of the video was too dark for her to make out what it was, but the caption said: WHAT HAPPENED TO Y/N??? With shocked emojis. Three shocked emojis. His fans were freaking out for her, so this might not be good.

Biting a nail, she muted the volume and tapped on the clip to be directed to the post. It was dark at first, but when the pink light started flashing, she could make out Harry’s figure. She knew his drunk dance moves; he was definitely three sheets to the wind here. Then, she caught a glimpse of the dress Niall had criticised the other night. Ruby looked just as drunk as she danced next to Harry, shouting the lyrics of whatever song the DJ was playing.

It was hard to know for sure what was happening here as it was too dark, but a part of Y/N felt relieved because she had expected worse. They were just dancing together, their bodies barely touching, and there were so many people around.

“Shit.”

She jerked her head to the side, and Alice’s face almost gave her a heart attack. Alice was standing beside her, one hand on the back of Y/N’s chair, the other lay flat on the table.

“I don’t care what everyone’s saying. It doesn’t look like he’s cheating on you.”

Y/N’s heart beat faster even though she knew Harry would never cheat. Not on her, nor anyone else. She’d seen how he’d beat himself up for sleeping with Ruby despite her having a boyfriend. He’d made mistakes in the past, but he would never hurt a woman by cheating on her.

Maybe the issue didn’t lie in the fact that everyone was saying he had or was going to cheat on Y/N. Maybe seeing him dance with Ruby – at the big fancy party Y/N had refused to attend – made her feel like he would be happier at places like that, with people like that, people like Ruby and his famous friends.

Her chest sank as she finished the thought, but she still managed to set it aside as she closed her laptop and rose from her seat. “Ready to go, Al?”

“Sure, but can I pee first? I need to pee.”

Alice’s grimace made her giggle as she watched her friend rush to the bathroom.

She began to gather her notebooks and chargers when her phone buzzed repeatedly, and when she saw it was Harry, she picked it up. Something told her he’d just woken up, seen the clip and freaked out. He should freak out. Because she’d almost had a heart attack.

She shoved the rest of her things into her bag and hit the talk button.

“I’ve seen the video, so we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Shit,” he grunted. “Are you mad at me? I swear I was drunk and didn’t know who I was dancing with, but Jeff called me a taxi afterwards and–”

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

When he let out a sigh, she could almost see him close his eyes and put a hand against his chest. “Where are you?”

“At a coffee shop on campus.” She leaned her hip against the table as she turned and made eye contact with one of the girls in the corner booth. The girl turned back to her friends like nothing was wrong, but Y/N knew the bitch was scared to death. To Harry, she said, “I’m heading home though. I’ll see you at the airport tonight, kay?”

“That...won’t be necessary.”

“What do you mean?” She straightened when realisation hit her. “Harry, where are you?”

“Holmes Chapel.”

She knew it.

“I knew it! I knew you’d go without me.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t want to involve you in my family drama. I’m going to talk to my mum alone, and then–”

She didn’t want to let him finish. “I’m already involved, though. I could help. You might get anxious and say the wrong things. Look how it went with Gemma.”

When he paused, she knew he knew she was right. Still, his stubborn ass would never admit it. “I’m sorry, babe. At least you can focus on your book while I’m not there. Miss you. See you soon.”

The line disconnected. She stared at the screen in disbelief, and text messages from him popped up.

Forgot to say I love you.

I love you.

With a sigh, she stuffed her phone into the front pocket of her backpack and pinched her temples. She hated that she couldn’t stay mad at him, but she wished he hadn’t blindsided her like that.

Whatever. She’d deal with him when he got back tomorrow.

She shrugged on the backpack just in time Alice returned from the bathroom. Alice clumsily threw her things into her nude tote bag and hurried to the door as Y/N preceded. The moment they stepped out into the street, Alice asked, “Did those Kardashian wannabes bother you when I was in the bathroom?”

She was referring to the girls in the corner booth.

“Why’d you think so?” Y/N responded as she kept on walking.

“I saw them glaring at you when we left, and I almost stopped to throw a fist.” Alice swung her fist and frantically apologized to an annoyed pedestrian for almost hitting him.

“Well, they talked shit about me in the bathroom and didn’t know I was there.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve poured drinks on them like I did with Mandy.”

Y/N froze in her tracks, her eyes widened. “You did what with Mandy?”

“I heard her talk shit about you at her party so I poured vodka on her head.” Alice clasped both hands together in front of her chest. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Y/N stared at her friend unblinkingly for a moment, and then crushed her in a fierce embrace. “You’re a good friend, Al. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laughing, Alice clasped Y/N’s shoulders and pushed away from her. “You’re not going to cry, aren’t you?”

“No, you dick.” She brushed Alice’s hands off. “Lunch?”

“Sure. I’m starving.” With an arm around each other’s waist, they strolled down the busy pavement together.

After lunch in the Vietnamese restaurant right across from Y/N’s block, they ran into Blake outside. He was about to get into his car when he spotted Y/N and waved at her.

This was actually the first time she’d seen him in casual clothes. He always wore suits when he went to work, and workout clothes when he was at home. Today, he wore a black t-shirt with dark blue jeans, his hair uncombed, his smile wide. He looked almost five years younger. Almost like the ‘high school bad boy’ Blake that she remembered.

“Jesus, is that your ex-boyfriend slash neighbour?” Alice dropped her jaw as she fanned herself, and Y/N quickly swatted her on the arm.

Blake rested an arm on the roof of his car as a dimple appeared in his cheek. “Working on a Saturday, Miss Writer?”

“Working everyday, Mr Lawyer.”

Alice elbowed her gently while looking Blake up and down, so she had to add, “This is my friend Alice.”

“Nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Blake.”

Alice caught his hand with both of hers and shook it firmly. “Y/N has said a lot about you.”

“Has she?” Blake arched an eyebrow at Y/N, who scoffed and waved Alice’s comment away.

“Don’t believe her. She’s nuts.”

“Hey!”

Y/N ignored her friend and switched her attention to Blake’s car. He hated driving as much as she did, only because he preferred his motorcycle – which she assumed he’d left in the US – otherwise he would rather walk. And since he didn’t have to work on Saturdays, she took a guess that he was going out of town.

“Where are you going?”

“Holmes Chapel.”

His answer made her flinch. From what she’d heard, his parents didn’t live there anymore. So why would he go there?

“I’m visiting my grandma,” he said before she could ask. “You’ve met her a few times, remember?”

She nodded. His grandma used to love her. After they’d broken up, Y/N had even considered going to his grandma’s house every day so that Grandma Roman would grow attached to her and convince Blake to get back with her. Now she was glad teenage Y/N hadn’t had the nerves to do something so humiliating.

“Y/N, you’re going to Holmes Chapel tomorrow, right?”

Y/N shot Alice a disapproving glare before telling Blake, “Harry and I were gonna go together, but something came up and he had to go without me.”

Had to. Inner Y/N rolled her eyes at the words.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Blake said, but she waved it off.

“Don’t be. Tell your grandma I said hi, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck with your writing.”

Her response was simply a dissatisfied hum. Just thinking about spending another night alone in her flat with her laptop could almost make her go insane. She could go out tonight, but she’d feel guilty because she didn’t have a reason to not write another chapter. If she was surrounded by family and friends, however...

“Blake,” she said before he could get into his car. “Can I go with you?”

When Alice dropped her jaw and Blake’s eyes went wide, she continued, “I can sit in the back. I won’t bother you.”

She'd already braced herself for rejection, knowing how much Blake hated being in a car with other people during long drives, even when he was the passenger. He relished the feeling of an adrenaline rush while riding his motorcycle, and had often joked that he’d felt most alive when he might die. Being in a car confined him. So did the company of someone else. It’d been different when they’d been a couple but they weren’t anymore. Now she was just ‘someone else’ to him.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” He flashed a grin that deepened his dimple and caught her by surprise.

“You don’t have to. I don’t want to make you feel uncomf–”

“I don’t mind driving you, Y/N. Get in.” He patted the roof of his car, and Alice aimed a pointed glare at him as if she hadn’t sighed like a schoolgirl when they shook hands.

Although Y/N understood Alice’s concern and was well aware that she would be spending three hours in the car with her ex, going with him sounded like a better idea than taking a taxi.

She hadn’t sat behind the wheel since the accident and had only let Harry drive her around. But somehow she trusted Blake. She’d trusted him with most of her first times, and being in a relationship with him for two years had convinced her that he was a careful driver.

“Y/N!”

The solitary voice caught her by surprise. She whipped around to see Niall crossing the street and stalking toward her with a bubbly grin on his face.

“Is that Niall Horan?” Alice unconsciously dug her nail into Y/N's arm, and Y/N winced as she pulled away.

“What are you doing here, Niall?”

“I had a photoshoot in this area and I thought we should hang out. You know, since we’re officially friends now.” He raked his fingers through his hair and arched his mouth when he noticed Blake. “Hey, man.”

Blake only raised his palm, saying nothing.

“This is Alice,” Y/N said as she gripped Alice’s hard shoulders. “She’s a big fan of yours, so please be nice to her.”

"Nice to meet you," Niall said. "Alice is a pretty name."

When he took Alice's hand and pressed a kiss to it, Y/N thought her friend would just pass out right in front of them. Alice might be bold with Blake, Isaac, and even Harry, but facing Niall, she suddenly forgot how to speak. Which might be a good thing because she said crazy things when she was nervous, and Y/N couldn’t handle more crazy right now.

“I’m sorry, Niall. I’m actually leaving.”

“Oh, where are you going?”

“We’re going to Holmes Chapel,” Blake answered on her behalf, still leaning against his car. He didn’t seem frustrated that she and her friends were wasting his time, and she truly wondered why.

Niall turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. “Weren’t you going with Harry tomorrow?”

“Apparently not,” she huffed. “But don’t worry. I’ll text him to let him know.”

“I can give you a ride.”

Niall pointed to the black Audi parked on the other side of the street. A man in a black suit, buzzed head, twice her size, gave them a cold stare as Niall waved and smiled at him.

“That’s Barry. He’s cool.”

She took a surprised breath, considering Barry for a quick second. “I think I’ll be fine with Blake.”

She would have agreed to go with Niall in a heartbeat, if there was just Niall, and he was driving a less luxurious vehicle. She could already imagine how badly her body would ache when they arrived, as she wouldn’t dare to move a single muscle in his new car, especially when Barry was the one who drove it.

“Okay.” Niall gave a nonchalant shrug as he fished out his phone and made a quick call. “Hey, man.” He gave the scary man across the street a peace sign. “I’ll stay with my friend. You may leave now. Thanks, Barry.”

Y/N watched Niall’s bodyguard/chauffeur get into the shiny Audi, not knowing what to expect when Niall put his phone away and switched his attention back to her.

“Let’s go.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going with you,” he said with a smirk, “and Blake.”

“Can I come, too, please?” Alice interjected as she tugged Y/N’s arm. “I’ll be quiet as a mouse, you won’t even know I’m there.”

“I’m not the one who gets to decide here, Al,” Y/N grumbled.

“Alice and Niall can join us,” Blake interfered, at last. “The more the merrier.”

When Alice started bouncing like a kid in a sweet shop, he mouthed it’s okay to Y/N, and she responded with an apologetic twitch of her lips that was meant to be a smile. If he was only acting to be polite to her friends, she’d feel so shitty.

Blake opened the door on the passenger side for her, but Niall quickly got in and buckled his seatbelt. With a sigh, she joined Alice in the backseat. Something told her that this was going to be the longest three hours she had ever experienced.

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Gemma tightened her fingers around her phone. With one hand in her hair, she kept pacing back and forth in her hotel room, the beating of her heart accelerating with each ring. She hated phone calls. There was something so nerve-wracking about talking to someone and not knowing what their true reaction was. However, she knew Asher wouldn’t hold anything back.

When you’d been with someone for two years, you’d figure out their patterns. You could predict what they were going to say or do in a certain situation. And she wished it hadn’t been the case this time as what she was expecting was pretty awful.

She’d always considered Asher’s bad temper a minor flaw, but it hadn’t been easy lately. His business was going down. His dad had decided to stop pouring money into his failed ventures, which was why he’d been spending so much time with his family. He wanted to be on his father’s good side while sweet-talking his mother into helping him.

He was a mama’s boy, like Harry. The only difference was that Harry genuinely loved his family and would never blame Gemma for his own mistakes. Asher, on the other hand, took his exasperation out on her, making her feel like she’d been the cause of all of the bad things that’d happened to him in the last couple of months. She’d been walking on eggshells around him, well aware of how toxic that was, but the idea of ending a two-year relationship was too intimidating.

The ringing abruptly stopped. And so did she.

“Yes?” Asher spoke. He hadn’t heard from her in two days, and that was all she got from him. Yes?

“I have to tell you something,” she said anyway, trying to sound more composed than she looked. Perhaps a phone call was a good idea after all.

“I also have something to tell you. Can I go first?”

“Sure.” As much as she wanted to get this off her chest, the more she delayed, the more time there was to prepare herself for his reaction. She’d never seen anyone confess to their partner that they’d cheated and receive instant forgiveness, not even in movies. It definitely wouldn’t be the case for her and Asher.

“I think we should take a break.”

Her brain slowed down, unable to process that information. Her mouth opened and shut a few times like a goldfish until she could speak. “What do you mean?”

She knew exactly what a break meant. She just couldn’t bring herself to believe he’d actually proposed it, at least not before she told him about the kiss.

“I want us to stop seeing each other for a while.”

“We haven’t seen each other in weeks, Ash.”

“Come on, Gem, you know this is inevitable. We’ve been fighting constantly.” Yes. Because of him. “And I can’t remember the last time we had sex.”

“So you’re suggesting that we take a break so you could fuck other people?”

A long stretch of silence followed her question. Waves of anger splashed over her as she gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. She couldn’t believe she’d been so scared to tell him the truth, and then he’d proposed something like this without any sign of guilt.

“We both need this, Gem.”

“You’re right. We do,” she said despite the lump in her throat. “Goodbye, Ash.”

She ended the call before he could say another word and rushed to open the window. She needed some fresh air, otherwise, she might throw up.

Gripping the sides of the window frame, she took in a sharp breath. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a familiar Prius parked in front of the building. It looked like the one in Harry’s car collection, but wasn’t he in Holmes Chapel right now?

She’d gotten her answer as soon as the door was opened, and Isaac stepped out, phone in his hand. When he brought it up to his ear, her phone started buzzing, and she instantly grabbed it and tapped answer.

“Hello?”

“I’m here. Let’s go,” he said.

“What?”

“I’m driving you, remember?”

“Driving me where?”

“To Holmes Chapel.” His soft laugh melted the coldness remaining in her heart from the phone call with Asher. After an awkward pause, he said, “Oh shit, didn’t Harry tell you? He asked me to pick you up.”

She shook her head even though he couldn’t see. “I said I’d take the train.”

“You don’t have to. Your mum asked me to come for dinner and I just needed a reason to get out of town.”

Something told her Harry hadn’t asked him to pick her up, and she hated how good that made her feel.

When the thought of Asher crossed her mind, she snapped out of her fantasy. This wasn’t right. She was a hypocrite for being angry at Asher and then having butterflies thinking about her brother’s best friend. Clearly she wasn’t going to sit in a car with Isaac for three hours after what she’d done.

“Come on, Gem. We don’t have to talk about it.”

It.

He couldn’t even say the word. Her kiss must have disgusted him. She’d forced herself on him, and he was still nice enough to offer to drive her. He was only doing this because he was nice, because he was Isaac, not because he had feelings for her. Why would she want him to have feelings for her, anyway? She was still with Asher. Kind of. And she would eventually have to tell him that she’d cheated on him and then beg for his forgiveness.

Now that she thought about it, she believed she deserved this. She needed to start acting like a grown woman and dared to face what she’d done.

“Okay, give me a minute,” she told Isaac.

“All right.” A grin could be heard in his voice before the call disconnected. She sighed roughly, tucked her phone into the pocket of her jeans as she gathered essential things and quickly headed out.

When Isaac saw her walk toward him from the building, his first instinct was to shove his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, giving her a smile so courteous that it made her skin crawl. He loved giving and receiving hugs, but he didn’t do it with her anymore because she’d crossed the line.

He opened the door on the passenger side for her, and she got into his car, buckled her seatbelt as he got behind the wheel. The door was closed, muffling the traffic noise, and she could hear the pulse in her throat loud and clear.

She had to say something.

“What happened to the Range Rover?”

“Oh, this one’s Harry’s,” he said, his voice casual as he started the engine and drove back onto the street. “He lent it to Emilia so she could go to a movie audition. She asked me to return it.”

The nervousness was washed away by irritation as her face screwed up. “He lends her his cars now? Harry is anal about letting people drive his babies.”

“He did lend it to her. I asked him,” Isaac said with a shrug. “He said she’s basically family now.”

“I need to slap him when I see his stupid face.”

“And I need to watch that. Maybe film it, too,” he chuckled, eyes on the road.

She allowed a goofy smile to play on her lips, which vanished as she started to analyse what he’d said. “Did you meet Emilia today?”

“We did a photoshoot. She’s my new model.”

“Oh,” she said, unsure how she wanted that one word to sound.

Before she could dwell on the idea of him and Emilia, he broke the silence. “Harry said you’d asked him to go alone, but then you changed your mind. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She tucked a strand behind her ear, fighting the urge to look at the side of his face as they talked. “I wanted him to fix the mess that he’d started, but then I realised he was an idiot and would most likely mess things up even more.”

That wasn’t the reason. Harry was no longer the careless kid who randomly brought up Winton and made their mum cry without knowing it. He was an adult and would figure out a sensible way to talk to their mum about Winton and Emilia. So why did Gemma insist on going home?

It took a moment’s thought for her to realise she’d done this out of guilt, and maybe desperation, too. She felt bad about forcing her brother to do the hard work, and at the same time, needed the safety of her family to escape from the stress her relationship had put upon her. She wished she could tell Isaac everything, but she didn’t want to make this trip about her.

“Are you mad at me?” His question brought her back to reality. Only then did she realise they had left the city and were heading onto a country road between large green fields. “Gem, are you mad at me?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she began to fidget with her handbag on her lap. He’d promised that they wouldn’t talk about the kiss. Did he lie to get her into this car?

“No, I’m not.” She winced at how forceful that sounded.

“Are you sure?”

“You said we didn’t have to talk about it,” she snapped and stiffened in her seat when he darted a quick glance her way before focusing on the road again.

He swallowed once. “I just don’t want us to be awkward with each other, Gem.”

“You’re right.” She lowered her face and scratched the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry for what I did. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I know why you did it.”

He did?

“You had a fight with your boyfriend and you were confused, right?”

“No, I–” She paused, feeling overwrought. “Why aren’t you upset? You should be angry at me.”

“No, I shouldn’t.”

“Yes, you should!” She almost turned and sat upright if it wasn’t for the seatbelt holding her back. “I kissed you when you didn’t want to be kissed. You should be angry.”

“Gemma,” the sound of her name vibrated with his warm laughter, and she felt her body melting into the leather seat. “I kissed you back, so I’m equally guilty here.”

Had he kissed her back? She couldn’t recall. The comforting scent of his cologne accompanied by the shock and guilt must have dulled her senses. But if he had kissed her back, did it mean he’d wanted her, too?

“Don’t worry,” he said after stealing another glance at her. “I know you’re in a long-term relationship. And I don’t want to mess it up, so let’s pretend it never happened. I think you weren’t aware that you were kissing me. I mean, someone like you would never kiss me.”

“Someone like me?” Her gaze jumped to the side of his face. “What does that mean?”

Thinking she was offended, he awkwardly explained, “That...that was meant to be a compliment. You’re a strong and independent woman. You’re smart, beautiful, funny–”

“Pull over,” she said, her heart pounding in her ears.

A glimpse of horror crossed his face as he faltered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Pull over, Isaac.” Her voice was strained, her eyes intense. The car reached a standstill on the side of the road, and her mind was spiralling out of control as she unbuckled her seatbelt and launched herself across the gearshift. She was on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

His body was stiff as a board when he dropped his gaze to her mouth, making her wonder if he’d been thinking about her since they’d kissed. She knew she had. The memory made her lips tingle as if he’d kissed them again. She wanted him to kiss them again.

They brought their mouths together at the same time. His hands claimed her face to deepen the kiss, and euphoria shocked through her system as she kissed him harder. She fisted the fabric at his chest, pulling him closer while his hands swept down her back, squeezing her hips. In that moment, when they were alone on the empty road surrounded by windy green fields, something that was meant to be wrong, felt like the rightest thing she had ever done.

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Harry had been waiting on the porch since he’d gotten the text message from Y/N. His mum had told him to wait inside, but watching the street somehow made time fly faster. Or so he hoped.

He rested his elbows on his knees, face between his palms, unconsciously tapping his right foot. He did deserve this. He’d blindsided her and now she was making him pay by going home with her ex. Fuck that lawyer kid. Who did he think he was? If there hadn’t been Niall and Alice, Harry would have driven all the way back to London to pick her up.

Twenty minutes felt like two hours as he waited, and when he spotted a car from a distance, he immediately bounced onto his feet. But it was Isaac and Gemma in his black Prius, not his Bambi.

“Wow, aren’t you excited to see me?” Gemma sneered as she stepped out of the vehicle and walked towards him.

Isaac greeted Harry with a hug, and Harry pulled away and nodded his head toward Gemma. “You didn’t have to drive her, you know. I could’ve picked her up at the station.”

Silent, Gemma thinned her lips as Isaac rubbed the back of his head. Why were they acting so awkward? Had Harry said something wrong?

“I know what’s going on here.” Harry put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at both of them. “You’re mad at me for lending Emi my car.”

Gemma’s shoulders dipped as she let out a sigh. “Even that name irritates me.”

“Oh, come on, Gem.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest, but she pushed him away. “That one is my least favourite,” he said, pointing to the Prius.

A corner of her lips quirked up as she brushed past him. “And you’re my least favourite person.”

Isaac tossed him the key and followed her, but before they made it to the porch, another car entered their street. Harry’s Bambi was here.

“My Bambi’s here!” he squealed like a little kid, making Gemma snort.

“Wait, Smiley’s here?”

“It’s weird that you still call her that, but yeah, Niall’s here, too,” he told Isaac and stalked toward the car which had pulled over in front of his house.

Niall got out first, stretching his limbs before pulling Harry in for an embrace. “You owed me, Harold.”

“I know. Thanks, mate.” Harry let go of Niall to hug Alice. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“I didn’t either, but here I am. Lovely neighbourhood!” Alice lifted her shoulders as she adjusted the strap of her bag and then lowered her voice to almost a whisper, “Niall’s single, right?”

“Al! What are you whispering about?”

Harry’s gaze jumped to Y/N, who had finished saying goodbye to Blake. When Blake saw him, the kid raised a palm and a smile which looked fake as hell, but Harry managed to keep his calm and returned one just as plastic.

Y/N walked around the car and threw herself into Harry’s arms, holding his face and kissing his lips. He held her flat against him as he kissed her harder. He could hear Niall making a gagging noise, but he didn’t care as long as he got to rub this in Blake’s face. Because he was as mature as a nine-year-old, and he was fine with it.

“Stop eating her face, pervert.”

Gemma’s comment broke him and Y/N apart. He flipped his sister off and, with a smug look on his face, watched Blake’s car drive ahead and disappear at the end of the road. A swat on the chest made his eyes jump back to Y/N.

“You’re in so much trouble, Harry.” Her nose wrinkled, and he wondered if she knew how cute she looked when she made that face. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead when Gemma took their friends into the house.

“I’m sorry, babe. Why didn’t you text me sooner?” he said with a pout. “You waited until you were almost here to tell me you were coming.” With fucking Blake.

“Well, I knew you were going to wait on the porch. Couldn’t make you wait for three hours.”

His heart fluttered as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You know me so well, kid.”

“I’m still pretty mad at you,” she said. “But I do have a lot to tell you about.”

“About your book?”

She smiled and nodded. He released a relieved sigh as he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “I was afraid that you’d be mad at me. The clip and everything.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Would you prefer that I’m mad at you?”

“No.” He shook his head and pecked her lips then either corner of it. “I’m a bad boyfriend. I should’ve driven you, not your stupid ex. Thank God for Niall and Alice.”

“Niall was even worse than you,” she giggled.

He nuzzled her neck, tilting her head up to press a series of kisses to her jaw. When his hands swept from her back to her spine, she snatched his wrists and pinned them to his chest. The way she arched an eyebrow and clicked her tongue made his cock swell against the fly of his pants. When her pupils dilated, he knew she felt it, but she didn’t acknowledge it and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“I have to say hi to Marcy and Dad. I’ll come over later, kay?”

“Tell them to join us for dinner.” He tugged her arm, not letting her go just yet. “Bradford and I can bond over our hatred for Blake. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m sure he’d love to come, consider how much he loves Isaac.”

“Damn it,” he cursed when she burst out laughing and cupped his face to kiss him twice on the cheeks. With a lovesick smile, he watched her pad across her front yard and waited until she’d gone into her house to finally return to his.

His mother was so happy to have so many guests that night. She’d cooked a big meal for everyone. Even Bradford and Marcy came to join them. Just like Harry’s promise, he and Bradford had bonded over their same intense dislike for Blake Roman. Y/N had to stuff their mouths with spaghetti so they would stop talking. Alice had won Niall over with her review about the first book she’d read in her life, and now Niall was reading the first book in his life. Weird, but cute.

What was even weirder, however, was to see his sister being so close with Isaac. They’d been whispering back and forth the whole night, and not once did Gemma mention Asher. Harry didn’t like Asher that much so he didn’t mind, and it was good to see Gemma happy again. He hadn’t seen her smile that big before. His mum, too.

His heart sank to the bottom of his chest as he remembered the reason they were all here. He had to tell his mum about Winton.

She would be so disappointed. She might even cry. And this dinner, all of these jokes, all this laughter would mean nothing when she heard about Winton and Emilia. Harry hated to be the reason the women he loved cry. But if he didn’t tell his mum, and she found out herself, he’d be the shittiest son in the world. This would hurt either way, one less than the other.

Dinner was over soon. While everyone gathered in the living room for a game, Harry and Gemma volunteered to clean up. Just like when they were kids, they did something wrong and volunteered to do the housework so the chance of them being forgiven would be higher. Harry knew what he’d done wrong. He didn’t know why Gemma was here.

“They’re playing Scrabble.”

The voice made him flinch before two arms wrapped around his waist, pulling her body toward his. Y/N tiptoed to kiss his neck, and he giggled like a little boy. Gemma gave them a funny look but didn’t say a word because she, and everyone else, was already used to their public affection.

“Let’s wait until tomorrow morning,” she told Harry, and his face screwed up.

“And ruin Mum’s entire Sunday?”

“Well, would you prefer that she stay up all night?”

“I agree with Gemma, baby.” Y/N tightened her grip around his waist, resting her cheek against his back. She felt so small pressed against him like this, and since he’d gone two days without fucking, the thought of holding her up against the wall and spreading her open with his arms beneath her knees was enough to turn his balls blue. He would make that fantasy a reality if Gemma weren’t here, and they weren’t one door away from the only group of people whose opinions about them mattered.

“Okay, tomorrow then,” he said and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

“Alice will sleep with me tonight,” Y/N said. “Niall or Isaac can use our guest room.”

“I’ll sacrifice Niall. Your guest room is shit, and I love Isaac a bit more than Niall.”

She pinched his side and he jumped, but her arms forced his body still.

“I’ll let Gemma pick then,” he said.

“What?” Gemma asked, distracted.

“Isaac and Niall,” he raised a smirk. “One will have to sleep in Y/N’s shitty guest room. One stays here with us.”

“It’s not shitty,” Y/N said in a protesting tone.

“Babe, I saw a rat the last time we had se—”

She smacked a hand over his mouth before he could finish the sentence. As Gemma rolled her eyes at them, he plucked Y/N’s fingers off his face and told his sister, “Go ahead. You pick.”

She opened her mouth. For a second, he thought she was going to answer, but then she released a huff and said, “I’m not doing this with you children.”

“Children?!” He dropped his jaw as she stalked out of the kitchen. Y/N dissolved into laughter as he spun around, took each of her arms and draped it over his shoulder.

A smile played on her lips, and she asked, “Do you wanna join them or go on a date with me?”

“Oooh, where is this date?”

“The cemetery.”

His face went blank for a second as she stifled a laugh. “Just kidding.” She pinched his cheeks. “I’m going to see my mum. You coming?”

“Why does it have to be now?”

“Are you coming or not?”

He was so whipped he would have gone without knowing it was the cemetery. “Fine. But if we see a ghost, I’m leaving you behind.”

She laughed and shoved him away, and they raced each other to the living room. They told everyone that they’d go out for a walk. And as he escorted her to the door, Niall and Alice started clapping and cheering, and Gemma tossed a pillow at Niall to get him to shut up.

There wasn’t a particular reason that Y/N had chosen to plan a cemetery visit at this hour. She simply enjoyed strolling around town in the night as much as Harry did. When he was a teenager, he used to bring one of his dates to the field behind his house, and they had taken long walks under the night sky and made out in his car afterward.

He’d thought it’d been the most romantic experience in his life, until two years ago, when they’d visited her mother’s grave together. That was when he’d realised the cemetery could be romantic. Everything turned romantic when he was with her.

So if she wanted to walk around a graveyard at one in the morning, he would blindly follow, no questions asked.

After finding a safe parking spot, they walked to the tall iron gate that looked like the set of a Hitchcock movie. No one had bothered to polish it since the last time they’d been here, and he guessed no one intended to anyway.

Just like the last time, she snuck through an opening in the fence to get into the cemetery, and he tagged after, his heart thumping loudly. They’d better get to share a cell if they got arrested for trespassing.

It was a little foggy at 1 AM. The air was cold and the grass was damp. They padded across a desolate lot and were careful not to get their shoes dipped into the mud. As they followed the brick pathway, he negotiated his way around the gravestones, trying to keep up because she was walking too fast, like a ghost. The thought made him shiver. Probably not the best comparison to make when they were literally in a cemetery.

After a five minute walk, they finally arrived. Her mother’s headstone stood erect, bathed in light spilt from the ashen moon. Seeing the fresh flowers on the grave, Harry assumed Bradford had just visited his wife today. Y/N had told Harry that her dad came here every week to trim the grass and clean the stone. It was nice how much things had changed since their last visit.

As she squatted down to rearrange the flowers, Harry spotted a newly dug grave nearby and pointed to it, grinning. “Your mum’s getting a new neighbour.”

Y/N put a finger to her lips and shushed him. “Don’t disrespect the dead! They’ll come for you tonight!”

He scoffed at the threat, but as a cold breeze whisked right through his clothes, he immediately cowered to her side, and she doubled over, almost choking on her own laughter.

After giving her mother updates on her book and his Oscar nomination, Y/N kissed her fingers, pressed them against the moonwashed stone and bid her mother goodbye. They followed the same path weaved around tombstones to go back to the opening between the fence. With a feeling of being watched, Harry kept looking behind him as he clung onto Y/N like she was his weapon.

“Don’t look back,” she said. “My mum is following us.”

The shadow of a smile on her lips almost got him running for his life. He swore he’d never do this with her again, knowing for a fact that he would, if she only asked.

Once they returned to their parking spot, they retrieved two cans of Coca-Cola from Y/N’s bag and lay on their backs on the bonnet of his car to watch the stars. His adrenaline from their stroll across the cemetery was finally washed away as he listened to her ranting about her new book.

He wasn’t a writer so he wasn’t qualified to give her any advice. He mostly just listened, and because he knew Y/N didn’t want people’s advice. She vent her frustrations to feel better for a while, and most likely would end up doing whatever felt right to her.

Soon the topic of work bored her out. She extended a hand toward the sky and closed her fingers around nothing as if she was grasping the stars.

“Have you read The Little Prince?”

The random question put a smile to his lips. “The book Alice and Niall couldn’t shut up about during dinner?”

“Yeah.”

He took her hand that was in the air and brought it to his mouth so he could kiss her knuckles. “I have. Why?”

“My mum read it to me when I was little,” she said. “I used to wish I’d lived on the little prince’s tiny planet. All you needed to do was move your chair a few steps and you could see the night sky whenever you liked. We could live in this same moment, over and over again.”

“And never grow older,” his voice softened, and she replied with a quiet hum.

“Wouldn’t that be great?”

He cocked his head to the side and met her softened gaze. But then a hint of worry washed out that dreamy haze, and a line appeared between her brows.

“Do you sometimes wish I was cooler?”

That was a big shift from the story of the little prince. Surprised, he squeezed her fingers gently. “What do you mean? You’re always cool.”

“I mean, cool like...like your friends cool.” She huffed in frustration as she didn’t know how to properly get her point across, but he’d already figured it out.

“You should’ve told me the clip still bothers you,” he said with a frown, and the way she pursed her lips confirmed his speculations. “Bambi…”

“We used to have a lot in common when we were kids.” Her bottom lips trembled as her breaths quickened. “Now our lives are so different. And I’m fine with it, and I know you are too because we love each other. But sometimes it feels like…” She stalled, and with no intention of finishing that sentence, dropped her gaze to her hand in his. “I wish I fit better in your life, so when people see us together they’d just accept it without questioning why.”

“Why do you care what they think, Bambi?”

She bit her bottom lip, thinking for a second. “I’m trying not to. It’s hard.”

A smile stretched his lips as he leaned in, stroked his thumb across her cheek and kissed her mouth lightly. Her lashes fluttered when he pulled away.

“The little prince has a flower, right?” he asked.

“Yes, he has a rose,” she said with a pensive expression. “The only one on his planet.”

He nodded once. “If I remember correctly, she’s a very beautiful flower. She shows off her thorns and puts on a superior attitude, but is actually a sensitive little thing and doesn’t like to expose her vulnerability.”

“Oh no, I’m the flower,” she gasped, making him chuckle.

He brushed her hair out of her face and went on, “When the prince comes to the earth, he finds himself in a garden with hundreds of roses, all as gorgeous as the one he loves.”

She continued for him, “But he still thinks his rose is unique and more important than all of the other roses together.”

“Yes.” He propped himself up on an elbow to lie on his side. “And why is that?”

“Because he loves her, and he knows she loves him, too,” she said while caressing his face with the back of her hand.

“That’s right.” He nodded again. “Most people think the prince is stupid for travelling from planet to planet for a rose, but he doesn’t care what they think. No matter where he is, he always thinks about his little flower. He fell in love with her when he was little and has spent his whole life watering and caring for her. Love comes from investing in other people, isn’t it?”

Her smile widened as she combed her fingers through his hair, and her cheeks bloomed with colours when she drew him in and kissed him deeply. He melted from the intensity of her lips as his hands smoothed down her arm, squeezed her behind, and pulled her as close as he could. The hardness of his body against her softness. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. The butterflies in his stomach. He was spiralling out of control.

“I’m crazy about you,” he muttered against her lips and threaded his fingers in her locks. “I don’t care how different we are. When I first said I love you, I promised I’d stay. So I’m yours as long as you still want me, Bambi.”

The corners of her eyes crinkled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek. “I want you forever. Can you handle that?”

He drew her closer, and their bodies came flush together. “Forever and ever, baby,” he said before kissing her again.