#sets him to home screen to punch i mean tap him

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THIS

ASSHOLE

TOOK ME 162 pulls, but no that wasn’t the worst part, the worst is that his OWN dorm SSR came to spook me at 100

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MEAN THAT IS JFNDMSKFKJFNDLFN JAMIL VIPER

This is what I get for all the pumpkin bullying isn’t it….

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The Younger Kind Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After he gives you the best time of your life, you wonder what exactly you mean to Bradley. Your heart sinks when he asks you to babysit again, and you realize you can't keep letting him do this to you. You brace yourself for another night of waiting for him to get home from a date, but you're in for a surprise when you arrive. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley realized on Thursday morning in the hangar that he had been avoiding Nat at work when she handed him a cup of coffee and said, "Oh, look, you do still exist. I've barely seen you all week. What's going on? You okay?"

"I'm fine, Nat."

"How's Noah? And how's it going with your babysitter?" she asked, raising one eyebrow at him.

The look on his face must have given him away. He could feel his cheeks flushing as he struggled to meet her eyes. "Pretty great," he muttered, and Nat gasped.

"You fucked her!"

He managed to meet her eyes now. "I mean, everything but."

"Bradley! You got off with her?" Nat asked, eyes wide. "You needed it to be special. Was it special?"

He swallowed hard, his eyes closing as he thought about your mouth on him and his mouth on you. Then your face and your laughter were right there, along with your books and bags of Skittles. "Yeah, Nat. It was."

The screeching sound coming from his best friend was obnoxious, but when he reached into his pocket when his phone vibrated, he felt sick. 

"Nat. It's Meredith."

She was immediately grabbing for his phone, but he pulled it away from her. "Let me answer it. I'll set her straight," Nat snarled, instantly angry. Bradley loved Natasha Trace for so many reasons, and her protectiveness of him and Noah was just one of them. "She doesn't have the right to call you!"

Bradley ignored the call and turned his phone off. "She does this every year around Noah's birthday. I don't know if it's out of guilt or what exactly, but I should have honestly been expecting it." 

But he hadn't been expecting Noah's mom to start trying to contact him, because instead, Bradley had been completely distracted by you. When you were at his house watching Noah, that's where he wanted to be, too. And when you weren't there, he was wondering what you were doing. And when he was there with you, he couldn't keep his hands off you.

"She gave birth to Noah, and then she left. She doesn't get to keep doing this to you," Nat whispered, running her hand along his arm. "She has no guardianship rights."

"I know, Nat," Bradley replied, "but I'm always afraid she will try to petition for it."

When Nat wrapped her arms around him, Bradley let her hold him for a moment. "So what are you going to do about the babysitter?" she asked, smirking up at him.

Bradley shrugged and closed his eyes. "Keep her away from Jake, I guess."

She laughed and punched him in the middle; hugging time must be over now. "I'm serious, Bradley."

"So am I, Nat. And she's too young for me." And then when Bradley was called to his aircraft, it was with thoughts of you soaking his face while you moaned his name on his mind.

After work, when he pulled into the parking lot at Noah's daycare, he turned his phone back on. There were a number of missed calls from his ex and several texts from her as well.

Meredith: Please call me back. I just want to talk for a minute. I just need to know how Noah is doing.

He couldn't let her keep doing this. It would be too confusing for Noah as he got older and realized who she was. But instead of writing back, Bradley scrolled down to your name and tapped his screen.

He was supposed to have a date with someone named Eliza from the app on Saturday night, but what was the point? It had been less than twenty four hours since Bradley made you cum all over his face, and he was craving you in every way. He needed your fingers in his hair and your taste on his tongue as much as he needed to eat and breathe. 

Princess, can you come over on Saturday night?

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You had been turned on since last night. Even when you left Bradley's house and got home, your skin was tingling and there was a soft buzzing in your ears. You'd been up half the night, thinking about his mouth and getting yourself worked up. 

The truth was, you wanted Bradley so much, you didn't know if you could be around him if you weren't allowed to touch him. The memory of the strands of his soft, wavy hair was still present on your fingertips as you pressed them against your own clit. You were finally caving, touching yourself now, even though you were half afraid it would override the feel of his mustache on you. 

But it didn't. Not at all. As you fingered yourself, you thought you could smell him in your bed. And when you came around your own fingers, they felt like his. You wondered if you'd ever be able to squirt like that again, because he had liked it. He had told you it was hot, said you were a Princess who should be worshipped. 

You were probably going to be horny for the rest of your life. 

But when you hadn't heard from Bradley by Thursday afternoon, you were starting to feel awkward. You had sucked his cock; he said it was the best blowjob of his life. He had eaten your pussy; it was the most intense orgasm you'd ever had. And he still paid you for babysitting. You groaned as you walked back to your car after class. Why did you let him pay you? You should have refused. 

You were looking at your phone, reading a new text from him before you could even process what was going on.

Bradley Bradshaw: Princess, can you come over on Saturday night?

Your heart felt elated. You were typing back to him, immediately agreeing. But then you almost dropped your phone down a storm drain. He probably had another date. Someone else from the app. You were going to get jealous again, and he was going to come home early again and tell you that he couldn't stop thinking about you. He was going to keep doing this over and over, and you were so afraid that you were going to let him. 

When Greyson called you a minute later, you answered without really looking at your phone. 

"Hey. You wanna come over?"

"Um," you mumbled. "I just got out of class, and I have a lot of homework."

"Come do your homework here," he said, and you could tell he was smiling. 

You'd been avoiding Greyson a lot lately, and you knew it was mostly because of Bradley. 

"Come on," he whined. "I'll feed you dinner."

You laughed. "What's for dinner? Hot cheetos and cheap beer?" you asked. You instantly thought about the filet mignon you'd eaten at Bradley's kitchen table last night and all of the expensive coffees he bought for you. Because as funny as it was to pick on him for supposedly flirting with the baristas, you knew he was buying them for you because you liked them.

"Maybe on Sunday, Grey," you told him and then hung up a minute later. You'd give Bradley one more chance, otherwise you needed to be done. 

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Bradley spent most of Friday evening and Saturday morning thinking about what he should do about Meredith in between thoughts of you. He had cancelled his date with Eliza on Thursday, and now he was counting down the hours until you would be here with him and Noah. 

He wanted so badly to spend the evening here, just the three of you, but he hadn't told you about the plan ahead of time. His brain was telling him this was a mistake, but his body and heart were overruling everything he thought.

When he put Noah down for an afternoon nap and tried to figure out what to wear for the night, Meredith called him again. You, you, you. He wanted to focus on you. He ignored the call again, realizing he was going to have to deal with her eventually, or he might run the risk of her showing up here on Noah's birthday.

Frustrated, Bradley pulled on a soft tee shirt and some comfortable sweatpants. If he was going to indulge himself in his fantasy of spending an evening at home, eating popcorn with the right girl, then he was going all in. Then he pulled out another soft shirt and another pair of pants and left them on this bed along with your purple paper crown.

It was nearly dinnertime when Noah woke up, and Bradley was expecting you soon. He was so antsy, and by the time he heard your car in the driveway, he and Noah were both running for the front door to see you.

"Hi!" you said a bit breathlessly, taking in the sight before you. Bradley was clearly not dressed for a date, at least not the kind he'd been going on before. And Noah was holding up a coloring page of a princess in a castle that he and Bradley had worked on for you. "Is that for me?" you asked, eyeing both of them with a soft smile. 

"It's a princess," Noah informed you. "Daddy helped me use all the colors so she's as pretty as you."

You took the page in your hand and looked at it before bending to kiss Noah on the top of his head. Bradley's heart was pounding in his chest as you looked him up and down curiously. "You're not going out?" He thought your voice sounded hopeful, and the way you were nibbling softly on your glossy lip was enough to make his cock twitch. 

"No, Princess," he told you, and you released your lip from your teeth and licked it. God, he wanted to push you down on the couch and undress you. Taste your pretty pussy again. "I thought the three of us could have a night in."

"Oh," you whispered. You looked and sounded surprised. He should have figured you would, since he'd been seeing a multitude of women over the past few weeks, all while knowing he just wanted you. 

"Daddy said we can order a pizza," Noah said, hugging your leg and pulling you toward the kitchen. 

"Is Daddy going to make popcorn and watch a movie later, too?" you asked, grinning at Bradley. 

"That's the plan, Princess," he whispered, running his knuckles along your soft cheek while Noah led you to the kitchen table. You stopped when you saw two cups from his favorite coffee shop next to each other. When you read both of them, you laughed and picked up the one that had Princess written across it.

"This one must be yours." You picked up the cup that said peasant and handed it to Bradley as you took a sip of your vanilla latte.

"It sure is," he agreed as he drank his hazelnut coffee. "I left more pajamas out on my bed if you want to change. And I'll order whatever kind of pizza you like."

You were looking up at him in awe. He should have done this with you weeks ago. "Okay," you whispered and told him what your favorite kind of pizza was. Then he sat down to color with Noah and watched you walk out of the kitchen and head to his bedroom. He immediately thought about following you. He could push you up against his dresser, wedge his knee between your thighs and listen to you make the noises that he thought about when he touched himself while he kissed you. 

But instead he colored a knight in armor with a blue crayon and sipped his coffee. He wasn't sure what you wanted from him. He wasn't even really certain about what he wanted with you. But the more time he spent around you, it was going to become increasingly difficult to keep his hands to himself. 

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You stood next to Bradley's bed and looked at the soft Top Gun shirt and the lounge pants he had left out for you. Your crown was there too. What exactly was happening here? You felt like you had missed something. He wasn't going on a date. He was staying home all evening with you and Noah. Maybe he was feeling things ever since you and he had spent some time together on his living room couch. You definitely were. 

Without bothering to close the door, you took off your shoes and socks and stripped down to your underwear. The well worn lounge pants were way too long and needed to be rolled at the waist, but the fabric felt nice against your skin. Bradley's shirt was too big as well, so you tied the bottom of it in a little knot that showed off a bit of skin at your waist. 

You ran your fingers along the paper crown before picking it up and setting it on your head as well. Then you grabbed the yellow crown from Noah's room and took it with you.

When you were standing in the kitchen doorway and saw Bradley with Noah sitting on his thigh while they colored, you felt a little dizzy. "The knight can match the Princess," Bradley was telling his son. "And then we can color the dragon."

"An orange dragon," Noah said, locating the correct crayon. You didn't get to see them interact like this too much, since Bradley was usually leaving when you got here. But you thought you could watch this all night. 

Just as Bradley was pressing a kiss to Noah's hair, you heard his phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned, ignoring a call before looking up at you. And then his expression changed completely. His eyes were a little wide, and his lips parted as he looked at you. 

You thought you'd feel a little self conscious in his clothing, but the way he was looking at you was making you feel bold. 

"Princess," he rasped as you strolled the rest of the way into the room. The urge to sit on his other thigh and press soft kisses to his cheek and Noah's was almost overwhelming. His eyes were glued on the little spot of your skin that was on display above the lounge pants, as if he hadn't had you spread out on his couch with his face buried in your pussy a few days ago. As if he hadn't seen nearly everything before. As if you hadn't squirted on him when you came.

But his cheeks were flushed now, and you felt need thrumming through your body as your nipples tightened. When the doorbell rang, you jumped a few inches, and Bradley stood up, setting Noah down in the seat. 

"Probably the pizza," he muttered when he brushed past you, his knuckles brushing your skin. You moaned softly, and you turned to see him running his fingers through his hair as he retrieved dinner. 

You stood at the table next to Noah, and Bradley came to stand behind you, guiding a pizza box and container of salad over your head and setting them down in front of you. "Here you go, Princess," he whispered, and you felt his lips brush your ear while Noah colored. You turned your face toward him, and his lips met your cheek. You brushed your body back against him, and he grunted; you could feel his cock through his pants where it rubbed along your butt, and he was definitely a little hard.

It was all so domestic and sexy, just like the morning after you'd slept alone in Bradley's bed. He was giving you goosebumps. You swallowed hard as he backed away from you. "Wait. A salad. I feel like this is a test," you told him as he gathered some plates and utensils. 

Bradley chuckled as he opened two beers and set one next to your plate. "Go ahead," he said, nodding at the salad container. 

You tried not to smile as you added some salad to your plate and covered it in a copious amount of the salad dressing. "Thank goodness," Bradley muttered, fixing his salad up in a similar fashion as his knee bumped your thigh. 

You started cutting up a slice of pizza into smaller bites for Noah, and the way Bradley whispered, "Thank you," had the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. "You always take care of us."

You looked him in the eye. "You're not paying me tonight, right?"

His eyes dipped down to your lips as he slowly shook his head. "No."

You put the plate of pizza in front of Noah and asked, "Should we make a crown for your dad, too? Look how sad he looks without one." When Bradley pouted at both of you, Noah started laughing. 

"He needs a green one," Noah informed you, and as soon as you were finished eating dinner, Noah was in Bradley's lap and you were standing behind him. You let your fingers trail through his hair while you measured his head with a piece of green construction paper. 

Bradley was leaning into your touch while Noah tried to help you. After you cut out the crown and Noah colored it, you taped it together. "Here you go, Noah. Set it on his head," you told him, and you watched him place the silly paper crown on his dad's head. It was completely crooked, and Bradley's wavy hair stuck out around it, but he looked impossibly adorable when he glanced up at you.

"Am I a prince now?" he rasped, and you wanted to kiss him. You even thought about doing it in front of Noah, but you held yourself at bay. 

"No, Daddy, I'm the prince," Noah said with a laugh grabbing him by the nose. "You're the knight."

"Ah, that makes sense," Bradley told him, kissing his plump little cheek. "Who wants to watch a movie and eat popcorn?"

"Me!" you and Noah said in unison, and you scooped him up from Bradley's lap.

"You need to get some pjs on first, like me and your dad," you told Noah. 

"Daddy doesn't have pjs on. He doesn't wear shirts at night," Noah insisted, and you turned toward Bradley and shook your head.

"By the time we meet you in the living room, you better be in dress code," you scolded him playfully, wondering if he'd take his shirt off like he had the other morning. 

Bradley just smirked at you. "Sure, Princess. Whatever you want."

You changed Noah into race car pajamas and carried him to the couch while Bradley popped a bag of popcorn, and you dug your bag of Skittles out of your tote.

"Which movie do you want?" you asked Noah as he settled onto your lap. You scrolled through his collection of animated movies, and he chose Sleeping Beauty. You had the movie queued up and ready to play when Bradley walked in shirtless with a gigantic bowl of popcorn and two steaming mugs, his crown still crooked on his head. He handed you the mug that said Getting high is part of my job and you laughed.

"Thanks," you whispered as he settled down next to you. You pushed play, and Bradley took the remote from your hand since Noah and your fresh coffee were an armful at the moment. 

"You're welcome," he replied, his warm bicep resting against your shoulder. Every time you reached into the bowl of popcorn on his lap, you glanced at his naked torso. Bradley was so pretty, you didn't think you'd ever get used to looking at him. 

You wanted to kiss him, but instead you shoved fistfuls of popcorn into your mouth. Noah was making a mess, dropping it on Bradley's lap and the floor. But you didn't seem to mind, and neither did Bradley. And the whole night felt perfect. Bradley took your empty mug from you and set it on the floor along with his and the empty popcorn bowl. 

When he settled against the back of the couch, he let his arm come to rest around your shoulders. You smirked up at him, and he smirked down at you, and then you reached for the bag of Skittles you had hidden on your other side. 

"You want some?" you asked, dangling the bag in his face. 

He leaned in closer, and you thought he was going to kiss you. "Have I earned the privilege?" he whispered. 

His voice made you feel weak, and your fingers shook a little bit as you ripped open the package. "I think so. But you only get a twenty five percent cut, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember," he told you, eyes half lidded as he looked at your lips when you placed a green Skittle there before biting into it. "I earned that right for kissing you so good."

You bit back a moan as Noah repositioned himself on your lap. "Yeah, Daddy," you agreed, and now Bradley was the one actually moaning. He watched your every move as you dumped out three more Skittles into your palm, took the orange one, and fed it to him. When your thumb caught on his lip, you scooted even closer to him. Then you dumped out four more and fed him one of them. "You're getting exactly one quarter of them, and not a Skittle more."

He ate every single one you placed between his lips, and finally he asked, "What if I do a really great job again? Do I have the potential to earn more?"

You almost dumped Noah on the floor by accident as you leaned in and kissed Bradley softly on his lips. When you pulled away, he chased you for another, and your lips willingly returned to his. You traded soft nudges and shared smiles, lips teasing gently as the movie played in the background. 

"Princess," Bradley whispered against your lips as his hand came up to caress your cheek. His crown slipped down his forehead and you giggled. Noah shifted on your lap and turned to face you while he yawned, and you pulled away from Bradley as his hand dropped down to his lap. 

"Are you getting sleepy?" you asked Noah softly, and he nodded. "Do you want to finish the movie?" He nodded again. "Come here, we can snuggle."

You pulled him against your chest and glanced up at Bradley before you stretched out on the couch and let your head rest on his thigh. You were sandwiched between Noah's tiny body and even breathing as he fell asleep in front of you and Bradley's solid warmth beneath your head. When he brought his fingers up to brush a pattern along your neck, you shivered and closed your eyes. You were melting against him while his big hand came to rest on your shoulder, stroking your collarbone through his soft tee shirt.

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You were asleep in Bradley's lap with your arms wrapped around his son, and he fucking needed this. Your skin was so soft against his fingers, and your lips looked pouty in your sleep. Tonight had been perfect. Better than any other date he'd had using the app. Probably better than any other date he'd had, ever. He couldn't even really remember his first date with Meredith, and he'd had a fucking child with her. 

You moaned softly as the end credits played, and you nuzzled your cheek against his thigh. Bradley gently removed his own crown followed by yours and Noah's and set them on the end table. He didn't want to disturb you, but he needed to put Noah in his bed. So Bradley gently slid out from beneath you and eased your cheek down against the couch cushion. When he knelt in front of Noah and tried to untangle your arms, you jolted awake and pulled Noah closer to yourself, as if you were protecting him.

"Oh," you sighed, "it's just you." You looked pleased to see that Bradley was the one scooping Noah up off the couch. 

"It's just me, Princess," he promised, watching you sit up and stretch, your arms pulling his shirt higher, revealing more skin. "I'll be right back."

As gently and as quickly as he could, Bradley carried Noah to his bed and tucked him in with a kiss. He could still picture the way you had been holding him, and he couldn't get enough as he rushed back out to the living room. 

You were cleaning the mess of popcorn off the floor and picking up the Skittles wrapper when he said, "You don't have to do that."

"I don't mind." Then you turned to face him and dumped out four more pieces of candy into your palm before putting the trash in the empty popcorn bowl. 

He slowly closed the distance between the two of you, saying, "According to the rules, exactly one of those Skittles belongs to me."

You pressed your lips together, and he could tell you were trying not to laugh. When he reached for the candies in your palm, you closed your fingers around them and pulled your hand away. "Not so fast."

He crowded you in with a smirk until you were backed up against the wall. "Rules are rules, baby," he whispered. 

"And what if I give you two of them? Make it a fifty/fifty share of the final four?" you asked, looking up at him as he rested one forearm on the wall next to your head. "What would you say then?"

He grunted, placing a kiss on your cheek. "I'd say you were giving me a green light, Princess." He kissed your lips softly, adding, "And I'd say I'm extra thankful I cancelled my app date to spend time with you instead. Because a girl who gives me more than my fair share of Skittles is the only one I want."

You tipped your head back against the wall. "Did you really cancel to spend the night here with me and Noah?"

"Yeah."

"Do you remember what her name was?"

"No."

You giggled. "It's better this way. She probably hates salad dressing." You parted his lips with your thumb and gently fed him not one but two of the Skittles before crunching the other two between your teeth and smirking at him.

"Come here, Princess," Bradley growled, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body against him. He inhaled your sweet wildflower scent and said, "Tell me what you want."

You dragged the tip of your tongue along Bradley's lips and whispered, "I want you, Daddy."

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Now that's more like it, Daddy! Princess wants you...will you let her have you? Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

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In Re: Carlo and Pride, I imagine Caleb's reaction to Galia's Big Shiny Parade will be something along the lines of "Good for them! Still not going!!!!!!!" ?

AHAHAHA yeah, I mean -- I think Caleb is softening a little towards Galia, because he's reached a point where he kind of knows who he is and who he wants to be, and he's comfortable with that, has a strong support network, a loving partner, social capital. But Fons-Askaz is his home, and if anything his conversation with Michaelis, where Michaelis is like "But you live, eat, teach, pay taxes here...you are Shivadh in any way that matters" affirmed that Galia is not somewhere he particularly wants or needs to return to.

There is a short story, not completed yet because I'm not sure where all it's going, where Caleb writes a song about Duke Tomas and drops it on Photogram, and it goes viral:

The app popped up the Photogram account of the Duchessa's younger brother, Lord Milo Ansevali, secretary to the duchy. His latest post was a video titled Reaction To 'Punching Down' by Caleb Canto. 

Ah, shit. 

Caleb sighed and clicked on it.

Ansevali had an earbud in one ear, and a mug of steaming tea in one hand, the teabag's tag dangling visibly. As the intro to Caleb's latest song came on over the video, he nodded his head in time, then set down the mug to start shoulder-dancing to it; when Caleb hit the first chorus, where the song got pretty intense pretty quickly, the camera began to shake wildly as Lord Milo enthusiastically rocked out. Caleb watched, fascinated, as one of the most powerful men in Galia began to headbang blurrily. 

The chorus came to an end and the camera went still; Ansevali, visibly breathing heavily, went still again as well, only nodding his head gently. As the song hit the line Even his kids don't want his job, he delicately lifted his mug to his mouth and sipped, and the screen went black. 

In the notes, he'd pinned a comment by the official Photogram of the Duchess of the Horse of the House of Galia, his older sister, Duchessa Ofelia. In Italian, it read How much would we need to pay Caleb Canto to move back to Galia?

Lord Milo had replied, Why pay him to move back? He's making our point for us from the Ask.

Caleb, who was not especially good at Photogram but was constantly around people who were, considered what Noah or Jerry would say if they were pretending to be him on his Photogram, as they sometimes had in the past. Then he opened the reply thread and tapped out, With affection for the Duchess from an Abdicaristo, I can't leave Askazer-Shivadlakia. My first love is the sea.

("Abdicaristo/a/e" is the term for a supporter of the political movement to democratize Galia and for Ofelia to abdicate the throne in favor of a parliamentary government. Ofelia is the head of the movement, which Caleb speculates makes life in the Palazzo Cavallo very exciting.)

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Chapter_45 : "From Afar"

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“Relax,” Raiden waves off Harlow’s objections, roughly a minute before all of the highschool kids were meant to be let into the building. “Just stick your earbuds in most of the time if you don’t want to know my name that badly.”

“That doesn’t negate the possibility,”

“It’s not that important anyway. Look, I have a plan. They won’t even know some random dude’s walked in.”

“This is stupid,” Harlow hisses.

Raiden shakes their head. “I’m hellbent on winning this bet with my dad. If you want to back out, I’ll get you out of here. Whenever. Promise.”

It’s not like Harlow’s never wanted to be inside of a public school. Surrounded by other people his age who also struggled being themselves. Captured by problems not nearly as heavy as what time to return home at to avoid confrontation.

Breaking into a government institution for the feeling was just a bit… different.

With a heavy sigh, “What’s the plan?”

“The plan,” Raiden’s winner smile creeps up, digging out a pair of wired earbuds to stick into the cracked screen of a phone that was Raiden’s-now-Harlow’s. “Is a Yugenztch accent.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not. I now dub thee the farlander my dad is hosting from Yugenztch who is trying to learn English. Come on, you have a pretty good accent. You also know, like, a few words.”

“Yeah, from the pawn owners. That doesn’t mean it’s a good plan.”

“Nobody’s gonna know.” Raiden nods as people start to shuffle inside the building.

“Someone will.”

“Music. Trust me, I’m proving this place could give less of a shit about who and what is inside it as long as they sit down and shut up.”

Harlow admits defeat, sticking the earbuds into his ears and blasting his favorite song while allowing Raiden to take his arm and lead him in, letting go once the bulk of student body to get washed away in was dispersed along winding brick hallways.

Raiden stopped them both in front of a locker and tapped their ear while opening the door. They shrugged off their backpack as Harlow took out one of the earbuds.

“No backpacks in the classrooms.”

“Really?”

Raiden rolls their eyes as subtly as possible. “ ‘Tripping hazard.’ ”

Harlow snickered and put the earbud back in before setting the backpack on the ground and taking out a laptop, notepad, and mechanical pencil. When his eyes returned upward again to hand Raiden his backpack, Raiden was in conversation with someone.

The person waved at him.

He took the earbud out again, mentally preparing to go with Raiden’s plan.

“Hello! Annabeth, she/her,” said while the girl was tying up her long hair. “Usually it’s just Beth.”

“ ‘Cause it rhymes with Meth.” Another person walks up, multi-colored sleeves on a black hoodie one of their hands was stuck in. “Reggie. He/they.”

“Reginald,” Beth corrects.

“The fifteenth,” Raiden juts at Harlow’s arm.

Harlow stands in a stunned silence, not really sure what to do about this. Say. Would someone who barely speaks English respond in the same way? How would he even apply the accent to his own name?

“Need help?” Raiden ends up suggesting.

“No, no. Sorry.” Harlow says a curse in Yugenztch under his breath. “Harlow. He/him.”

Beth beams. “Shy is okay. We’ll do most of the talking.”

Raiden politely shoves Harlow’s backpack into their locker and starts walking. Everyone follows.

“So, where you from, Harlow?” Reggie makes some finger guns. “Mayland? Alandor? Khiefan?”

“Scotthoue?” Beth adds to the list.

Harlow takes note that they aren’t going to notice as much if he screws up the accent. “Yugenztch.”

“Oh. Wait, you’re not a telepath, are you?”

“Beth!” Reggie lightly punches her between the shoulderblades, setting his other hand on top of Harlow’s shoulder. It takes a lot of Harlow to keep from smacking the hand away.

Raiden turns around and moves Reggie’s hand away a little too passive-aggressively. “No, he’s not.”

“Shit! You don’t like being touched, do you? My bad.” Reggie’s arms fling into the air.

“You’re… good.” Harlow paused in the middle as if he was deciding on the right word, picking up the earbud strewn over his shoulder.

Raiden gives him a thumbs-up before leading the conversation away. “While he may not be able to read anyone’s mind, he is wildly good at playing Flash…”

Harlow cut off the world by sticking the music back into his ear, instead focusing on following Raiden to the first class of the day. If any of them tried to talk to him, he didn’t notice.

“One more hour. Think you can make it?” Raiden takes off their dark green jacket and holds out their hand for Harlow to toss his into.

“Probably. I don’t think running around a track is the most sociable activity.”

“Well, I don’t know. Beth and Reggie are in this class too. They just like showing up late to it.”

Harlow looked down at the gym floor they were both walking around on after handing off his jacket to Raiden. They’d made sure to walk out of overhearing distance from everyone else, not that they’d care.

A group of slower-walking girls kept giving him glances though.

“It’s not like I can’t just manually separate myself.”

“You sure? Beth does soccer and Reggie does basketball.”

“That might complicate things.”

Raiden shrugs. “You’ve got earbuds. I won’t bother you.”

“I think I can do it,” Harlow gets out his phone and turns it off, effectively pausing the music. Then he wrenches the earbuds out and hands Raiden the phone-earbud combo to put away with the jackets. “Talk.”

“You sure?”

Harlow didn’t get a chance to answer, as Beth and Reggie had finally made their way into the gym. Raiden left to go put the stuff into the locker room as the gym teacher led everyone outside to the track.

Raiden caught up while the teacher was unlocking the gate.

“Hey, Harlow. You wanna set the pace?” Beth’s eyes light up with a competitive spark when they switch from his to Reggie’s. “We don’t wanna leave you behind.”

“I’d take any excuse to beat her time, actually,” Reggie returns the competitive glaring.

“Raiden’s got more stamina than you do. If I don’t kick your ass, they will.”

Harlow gets taken aback for a moment.

“Oh,” Raiden catches it too. “They call me that too, you’ve actually heard them over the game before. So they don’t slip up while I’m online.”

Harlow sends Raiden a look screaming, Would’ve been nice to know earlier.

Beth and Reggie didn’t seem to catch it, arguing over who was faster.

“I can… set the pace. Yes.” Harlow mentally cringes at himself.

That, Beth and Reggie listen to. Beth’s the first onto the track regardless. “Well, then after you, mysterious Yugenztch exchangee. As fast as you can go, don’t hold back.”

Harlow takes in a deep breath, thinking about it. Like you’re running home.

Then he takes off.

“Holy shit.” Beth says. “Could’ve used a warning!”

He slows down to let them all catch up.

“You, my friend,” Reggie laughs, “Are exceptionally fast. What do you do back home? Besides video games?”

“Run,” Harlow says automatically. “Walk. I don’t own a car.”

“Not even a bike?” Beth relates.

“No.”

Raiden, though, seems the most surprised. “You’ve been holding back on me?”

“You said they were ‘chill runs,’” Harlow has to remind himself about the accent a little too much.

“How long has he actually been here?” Beth exasperates. “Have you been keeping him to yourself, Raiden?”

“Don’t say it like that.” Raiden makes a lax face of… disgust? Embarrassment?

Harlow isn’t given time to dwell on the matter of Raiden’s facial expression.

“Oooh, not every day you see hot rich women walk up to the track,” Beth is practically craning her head to look toward the entrance, where a police uniform, the gym teacher, and a blonde woman stood.

Harlow stopped dead in his tracks.

“Dad!” Raiden yelled after looking over. “What are you doing here?”

Raiden jogged up to the edge of the track. People stopped running to watch, including Beth and Reggie.

Harlow’s breath caught.

People were speaking. He could see it. He couldn’t hear it.

Raiden turned back to look at him. Then their dad did. Then the teacher.

And finally, his mother stared into him.

He barely felt the time passing as she walked up, preparing for the electric shock. To show it wasn’t happening, to pretend to be fine, to prove he was normal. Normal around her, normal around people, normal being himself when he wasn’t.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. He didn’t even move, just stared back at her.

And it didn’t come.

Of course it wouldn’t. She’s not stupid. She wouldn’t attempt to in front of the police. She knows it’s illegal, she knows she hurts me.

He tore his eyes away for a moment, watching Reggie’s widen.

“Let’s go home,” his mother finally delivered. “Away from this bullshit. What were you thinking?”

She let him stand in silence beneath her grip before he found enough courage to finally speak. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Don’t know what I was thinking. Doing.”

She bends down to whisper in his ear, “My son does not stoop to talking with the trash.”

“Yes, mother.”

And then she pulls away, and he follows as she walks him out.

“So he’s not from Yugenztch, is he?” He hears Beth asking Raiden.

Raiden took a moment to respond, “No.”

“Where’s the phone, Harlow?”

“What?” It takes him a second to realize his mother is talking to him.

“The one I tracked to find you. Where is it?”

“The locker room. In one of the lockers.”

“I have the keys, Mrs. Collins. There’ll be no trouble,” the gym teacher is the last one to speak until they get back into the building.

The gym teacher clears his throat as Harlow opens the locker, “Hey, kid. If you ever wanted to join the track team, I wouldn’t blabber to nobody. You run good.”

“No thank you,” Harlow shakes his head. “I’m not available most of the time.”

“I understand.” Harlow shuts his eyes as he puts on his jacket again. You never will.

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kind of a slightly sillier fanfiction style.

[katsukikitten]

But this is life. This isn't a movie.

Sure it is. Life's all one great big movie. Only you can't pick your genre.

Warnings: Spit, double pen, we're gonna say non con for fucking sure. Spitting, lots of blood here y'all and knife play. Also branding and slapping. If you can't tell this fic is heavily inspired by Scream my all time favorite fucking slasher film

Ghostface Bakugou is here and he's filthy

"Denks, I just think a huge Halloween bash on Halloween is so lame." You place your hand on your hip as your best friend preps the Airbnb he rented for the 'party of the century'.

"Is it because you don't have a date?" He laughs, looking you up and down, "Or is it because you don't have a good costume?"

You roll your eyes, gripping at the opening of your jean jacket that sits over top of a light lavender shirt.

"Hey, I'm dressed as one of the few people who actually survived the horror movie!" You huff, eyes roving over the kegs and handles he preps for tonight.

"And I'm Dracula! The movies are about me!" He points to his fangs you helped him glue on this morning. He begged you to stay the whole three nights he rented this place. He said it wasn't because he was scared or anything but you knew the truth. He was scared. The large home felt like a manor, tucked away a few miles into the woods and a few miles from the nearest neighbor.

It definitely looked like something out of a horror movie making it the perfect setting for the party that started in an hour or two. But thankfully it wasn't more than a ten minute drive outside of town. Which would make beer run and the pizza delivery easier.

"Yea, maybe in the 80s vampires were scary. Now they're sexy. You should have gone as…"

"Don't!" Denki shouts, giving you a glare. You smile wickedly.

"Oh, Twilight won't be on the big screen tonight?" He rolls his eyes.

"No, only the classics!" He says pointing to the pile of DVDs that sat on the counter.

"And you brought Scream?"

"Ugh, Keep your panties on, Sidney. Billy will be here tonight." He teases, calling you by the name of the character you're paying homage to.

"You think Bakugou will come dressed up as Ghost face?" You bite your lower lip, thinking of your crush.

"Dude I'm sure more than just Bakugou will dress up as Ghost face, between that and Michael Myers, those are a dime a dozen." Denki turns the tap clockwise on the keg, the ice the keg is sitting in crunches from his movements. His golden eyes flicker up to you and your blush.

"What are you 15 again? Aren't y'all dating?"

"Sadly I'm still very much 25." You sigh, fingering your jacket that you've bloodied, catching your reflection in the kitchen window, wondering if the fake blood in your hair was too much, "I think we are, yea?"

"Think?" He says dumping more ice into a large five gallon bucket, then he double fists two handles of vodka to pour in. You come closer, taking one of the many fruit punch juice containers to dump into the tub.

"Yea? I mean we had sex a few times. He calls me his Princess." You feel your face flush.

"Gag me." Denki mutters before teasing, "But you aren't a virgin. There are certain rules you must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie!"

"Don't quote my favorite movie to me or I'll leave you here all alone!" You threaten and he stares at you, his eyes narrowing and just as he's about to say his big comeback a loud bang echoes in the kitchen causing both of you to jump closer to one another. After you settle your panicked heart you gingerly step towards the window overlooking the back patio.

"Careful." Denki says softly and you wave him off. Standing on tiptoes to peer over the window sill to see if anyone is crouching down. Instead you see a small black bird, stunned as it ruffles its feathers.

Thank Kami it hadn't broken it's neck.

"Just a bird." You confirm and Denki breathes out a huge sigh of relief until he jumps from his skin again as the old phone in the house lets out a shrill ring.

Another curious glance between the two of you before you walk towards the living room.

"Probably a crank caller." You comment and Denki swallows.

"Could be Dad. I gave him the number in case he couldn't get in touch with our cells." He pats down himself for his phone now. While you try to swallow down the unease in your throat. Denki always talked about his Dad being yours too, especially since the Kaminaris adopted you when you were a teenager, the tragic backstory you carried didn't help matters. Having an unyielding thirst for all things macabre in order to cope with the untimely, and horrific, death of your parents seemed the opposite of healthy. But you thought if you watched enough of the slasher films you could have ended their story a little differently.

But you didn't and you can't. Here's to hoping you can at least change the ending to your own horror film.

"Hello?" You just catch the call on the last ring, there's silence before a voice comes to life on the other end.

"Hello." It's a man's voice and not Dad's. It's a bit familiar and comes off as sinful velvet. You bite the inside of your cheek, straightening the old phone cord to keep your hands busy.

"I think you have the wrong number." You say flatly, trying to cut this off short.

"Ah, do I? This isn't…" He rattles off a number as you scrunch up your face.

"Couldn't tell ya bud but probably not. Bye now." You hang up, turning on your heel to go back to helping Denki.

RIIIIIIING

The phone screams and you roll your eyes, you knew exactly what was happening. A dumb teenager having just watched the movie Scream was trying the prank call on for size.

"Do you like scary movies?" You beat the caller at their own game, hoping to have stunned him enough to hang up and give up for the night.

Or at least give up on this number.

"Hey," He tuts, his voice dangerously flirty, "That's my line."

"Is it?" You turn around with phone in hand to stare out the french doors to the side patio, the sky streaks in orangey blacks, fitting for the night, "Didn't know we were in a cheesy slasher film."

The man laughs and it's an oddly satisfying sound, the familiarity of it all causes your stomach to twist in knots.

Of excitement or dread, you couldn't be sure.

"Yea, you could say we are. You look pretty ya know." His voice is sanguine, sugared with promise of a good fuck. You scoff but you can't help the flicker of your eyes as you try to see anything in the dark silhouette of the trees.

"Oh yea? I think you mean sound pretty." You flash your tits before adjusting your almost cropped lavender top, trying to prove you weren't scared, even if by some chance some asshole was watching.

But who you were proving it to, you couldn't say. Probably trying to prove it to your own racing heart more than anything else.

"What'd I just do?" He's quiet for a second, as if debating his next move before he ignores the question. Giving you a sense of security, if he could really see into the brightly lit house, surely he would have commented on your tits.

Most random men did even when they weren't exposed.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asks, steering the conversation back to the usual script of scream.

"Well, you've stolen some inspiration from it, that's all the hint, I'll give." Denki peeks his head in from the kitchen giving you a puzzled look. You shrug your shoulders before adding, "I gotta go, gotta prepare for this huge party."

If he was sketchy at least he knew you weren't going to be home alone all night. A lot of victims make that mistake.

"Oh yea? Am I invited?" He asks and you let out a surprised scoff, a smirk settling on your face after you tongue your cheek.

"As much as I'd love to see Ghostface in the flesh, this party is invite only." It's the callers turn to scoff back.

"Well maybe I'll just have to find someone with an invite…." He trails off, "Guess I'll see you soon."

This time you openly laugh, the arrogant flirty tone to his voice is maddening.

"Sure, see you then." You drop the receiver high enough that when it lands in the cradle it rattles the base.

"Who was that?" Denki asks, wiggling his eyebrows, "Was it Bakugooooouuu?"

He presses his hands together and flutters his eyelashes at you.

"You're an idiot." You shove Denki, "How would he even have this number? You only gave it to Dad right?

"Oh." Denki scratches the back of his head, "You're right."

"And you're a dumbass. Now let's get the snacks out before our guests string us up from the rafters."

As the sun dips deeper behind the horizon and the moon rises, so do the number of guests pulling into the prestigious drive. Sero, Denki's roommate, comes in first walking as if he were trudging through mud. You were sure it felt like it as he had on at least fifty layers of clothes.

"COULD I HAVE ANYMORE CLOTHES ON?!" Sero announces as Denki comes from the kitchen, his smile quickly fades as he realizes that Sero was copying Denki's favorite character from his favorite sitcom.

"Are those all mine?!" He yells and Sero turns, slowly so Denki can see.

"Yea. Even your underwear." He smiles devilishly and you laugh aloud.

"That's a gamble!" You remember having to share a room with him growing up. Your sanity held together by the simple fact that you had the top bunk, safely away from the clothes that lived on the floor.

"Yea it was a freaking gamble! Thankfully he never empties the dyer." Sero winks, before leaning in to give you a hug, "You doing okay?"

He asks it softly and you squeeze tighter, it has been too long since you visited.

"Yea just super busy with this editing job."

"Well you can't work too much. You'll get sick." He squeezes your bicep gently before moving to get a drink.

"Hey guys!" Jiro announces as she comes in, holding up a rectangular box, "I brought extra beer!"

Her black lips form a sweet smile as she sashays inside with her black and white striped suit.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!" You chant and she throws you a beer in place of her summons.

Momo and Ochaco come in as a pair. Ochaco is wearing a gorgeous prom dress although she is drenched in 'blood' from head to toe while Momo wears a dirty potato sack dress and her long hair covers her face.

Throngs of people start to pile in over the next couple of hours, bodies sweating as the house music shakes the windows and pictures on the walls. You sit steadfast on the stairs with your eyes glued to the door. You nurse your seventh heavy headed drink before Denki comes up the steps, patting at you knee. Jiro stands by the banister at the bottom of the steps.

"Come on, you can't put the party on hold just cause he isn't here yet. Come down and dance." Denki holds out his hand, just as you're about to take it the front door opens, a large bulking Jason with bright red hair steps in.

"Kirishima!" Mina shouts rushing for him, he pulls up his mask, broad smile on his face dashing your hopes.

"I think I'm gonna…" You start to say that you'll turn in for the night before a dark figure slips in after Kirishima. A tall man in a black cloak with a white mask that's elongated into a screaming ghost's face steps over the threshold. Your heart beats tenfold as the tip of the knife pushes the mask back revealing first a set of plush hard set lips. Then quickly pushing back ash blonde hair showing his forehead. Dark garnet eyes search the room and when they find you he smiles. Denki turns back to you to wiggle his eyebrows before singing as he walks down the steps.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

You don't have long to roll your eyes as Bakugou pushes through the sweating bodies with ease. Bumping shoulders with Denki.

"There's my girl." He says leaning up to kiss you. His tongue passes over your lips before you let him in, grabbing at his cloak as his mask falls to the ground.

"I texted you…" You say softly as he tuts.

"Lost my phone." He pulls away gently, the blade in his hand glinting in the hall light. You go to pull him in, uncaring of the prop in his hands.

"Careful. The knife is real, Princess." Bakugou teases, twisting the tip into your loose jacket, just enough for it to snag but not to hurt you. The potential danger sends a jolt straight to your cunt. You swallow thickly, trying not to let on just how fucking hot your boyfriend, not boyfriend, was dressed up as your favorite psychopath.

"Dressed as Sydney?" He asks cooly, "Guess we were on the same wavelength."

"Yea, guess so." Is all you can say. Only Bakugou could render you a giggling teenager. He leans in to kiss you again, he tastes of alcohol already but even if neither of you had a drop of liquor you'd both still be drunk.

He can't keep his hands off of you, gloved palms creeping up your shirt and when he doesn't find a bra he growls into your mouth.

"Upstairs. Now." You don't argue with his command as you rush up the stairs pulling his hand to guide him to your bedroom. He shoves your jacket from your shoulders before he pulls off his cloak and lets it fall on the hall floor. His mouth glued to yours as you back into the bedroom. He slams the door shut behind him before shoving you onto the bed.

"Fuck, kitten. You look so pretty for me, ya know?" He purrs as he lets his eyes roam over your body. They linger over your chest, nipples poking through the lavender top. He palms himself fully taking you in one last time before he jumps onto the bed. Crawling up your body as his still gloved hands grab at your clothed thighs. He wraps his lips around a stiff peak of your nipple, sucking at it through the fabric as the zipper of his black jeans gives the right amount of friction against your heat.

"Such pretty tits." He palms the other through your shirt, relishing your preening cries from his minimal effort.

Screams carry up the steps, barely heard over the music, they go ignored by both parties. Chalking it up to Halloween pranks. Bakugou continues to bite and suck at you, occasionally coming up to your lips while his hands explore your body. Clothes somehow still on as he dry humps your heat, growling with approval of your body causing you to moan.

Abruptly the music downstairs stops and the screaming grows louder, panicked even.

"Katsuki…" You sigh, eyes flickering to the door.

"Shhh, it's Halloween baby. They're probably watching a scary movie. " He chuckles, kissing up at your neck, palming your tits.

A blood curdling scream echoes up to the two of you followed by feet pounding up the steps. You clutch onto Bakugou, almost freezing as you try to remember where the hell you left your cell phone. Your blood runs cold when you realize it's somewhere downstairs. Desperate hands bang onto the door before it flies open. You and Bakugou jump from the bed. Katsuki pulls you behind him as you both watch Uraraka come through the door. Her bloodied face looks wet compared to the dried blood look she had when she arrived. Panicked as she rushes into the room desperately reaching out for Bakugou. Naturally, Katsuki grabs her wrist and then it all goes in slow motion. A large black mass with a ghost face mask appears at the threshold, knife raising as Bakugou tries to pull Uraraka back while pushing you away.

The knife punctures her back, she coughs up blood onto Bakugou's face, he turns to look at you over his shoulder. Glaring at you, silently begging you to find a way to escape as Uraraka slowly becomes dead weight. Her knees falling from under her as her eyes slowly dull.

A scream catches in your throat, this has to be a fucking prank right? Some bullshit idea Denki cooked up. But the blood looks...looks so real. The faint tang of it wafts over the room reassuring you that this was very much real while Ochaco pales. Bakugou drops Uraraka as kindly as he can before he barely dodges a swing of the dripping knife. The slasher flashes the sharp metal a few more times, strategically blocking the only sensible exit. You glance behind you to the window, rushing towards it as you fling it open pushing the screen out. As you place your foot on the heavily slanted roof, your eyes find Bakugou's. He's looking over his shoulder making sure you're getting away as his muscles strain from locking arms with the assailant.

"Fucking go!" He barks, shoving the mountainous man who rocks on his feet. Bakugou looks away to swing a hefty punch as you slide onto the roof. Converse slipping from the chilled tiles as your breath puffs up in smoke. Navigating your way as best you can, going to the opposite side of the house to the room Denki was staying in, the master. You knew full well Denki would not only have the window unlocked but wide open so he could better blow out the heedy smoke of his blunt. Too chicken to smoke on the porch last night.

Guess he had good enough reason to be scared.

You climb into the window as quietly as you can, placing your foot precariously on the edge of the low dresser. With your feet firmly planted on the ground you look around for a weapon, anything that could maybe make a difference in the fight. You go for the bedside lamp but it is a cheap, light stick with a bulb and lamp shade at the top. This would do nothing to the masked man if Bakugou was struggling to hold him back.

And where the fuck was your cell phone, any bodies fucking phones! The power flickers and you bite your lip to keep from whimpering. At least the land line would still work if the power went out.

Fuck, that's right the god damn land line!

You hear Bakugou cry out as the scuffle continues a few bedrooms down. Rushing towards the stairs you see a body wearing black and white striped clothes. The center stained a deep red as you slowly freeze up. Blood seeps into the hardwood floor as Jiro lies still. There was so much blood that the metallic taste coated your tongue even as you held your breath. With shaking fingers you place your digits beside her mouth and nose. Jumping back when you do not feel breath. Another pained cry comes from the bedroom urging you to move. Slipping down the stairs as you came onto the scene. There were bodies littering the living room floor like dropped flies. Frantically and selfishly you look for a head of electric blonde hair. When you find it you shut your eyes tightly.

You couldn't...you cannot go through this again. Breath catching in your throat, you force your eyes open, seeing Denki's chest rise and fall while he lies next to Sero. You can see slashes in the clothes but no blood on Sero. Maybe his costume saved him, as you gingerly touch him you notice the paleness of his face and the contrasting red at his slashed throat.

This time you openly whimper, fighting back the flashing scenes of your mother lying face down on the bathroom floor. The white tiles washed over in dark splashes of red. You have to force yourself through your ragged breath, you weren't fifteen anymore, you were twenty fucking five. You weren't weak now, you had been working out in order to prevent the past from repeating itself.

Still, Denki's unconscious body was hard to get a hold of, blood making him harder to grip. You could feel two stab wounds as you pulled him into a hiding spot so that you could come back from him later. Thankfully the wounds weren't too deep and you were sure most of the blood covering him was unfortunately a friend's. You shove him against the rough stone of the fireplace. Hiding him in the dark corner between the natural stone and the wall, almost childishly putting his top half under the curtain. Thank God he was skinny, you just hoped he wouldn't move. You pat down his pockets and his phone is missing. You look over your shoulder to the amass of options.

One of them was bound to have their phone on their person.

You just weren't sure you could stomach looting one of your friends. Your ears perk as you hear footsteps upstairs in the large house hearing them move from room to room before a loud thud is heard.

Heart stuttering as you pivot to snatch up the phone. Slipping in the blood on the floor and almost falling on top of Mina, whom you weren't sure was breathing. When you press the receiver to your ear there is no dial tone, just silence as if someone were on the other line in the house.

"I knew eventually you'd pick up." The voice sounds from the other side.

"Why the FUCK are you doing this?" You seeth, shaking from the effort of keeping the phone to your ear, "THIS ISN'T THE FUCKING MOVIES!"

"Sure it is. Life's one big great movie. Only you can't pick your genre." That velvety sound crackles through the old phone, quoting one of your favorite scenes.

"Stop fucking mocking me!" You slam the phone down, turn to look over the room, catching movement out of the corner of your eye. Standing in the middle of the steps was the large mass of black and the unfriendly ghost face. You aren't a deer in headlights for long, lunging away from him towards the dining room in hopes you could either find a weapon or slip through one of the many sets of french doors.

As soon as your feet move the masked man is bounding down the steps towards you. Hand outreached, his gloved hand snags your shirt but you send back a sharp donkey kick to his shins.

The man growls behind the mask as you slip, into the dining room, your back to the kitchen as you hear a crash and then a thump.

You wait a few moments, blood rushing in your ears as your eyes scan the table, the knives you had left out earlier for pumpkin carving as gone. Only the stencils and gourds remain.

Suddenly strong arms wrap around you, thrashing in their grip before a soft voice whispers in your ear.

"It's me."

"Bakugou! Bakugou!" You half, clutching onto him, you turn around to face him, "I thought you were fucking dead!'

" ' m alright, bit scuffed up. I hit him pretty hard. He should be out cold now, the bastard." He growls as your fingers grab roughly at his torn shirt and his body. You find no deep wounds, just a few slashes on his chest paired with a split lip and small bruise near his temple. Still you're frantically pressing shaking hands over him, finding new wounds here and there.

"You're okay. You're alright. He's gone now." He coos as he fights to calm you down. Stabilizing your anxious movements causes his phone to fall out of his pocket unlocked. It's on his recent outgoing calls, a number he doesn't have saved is his most recent. You stare down at the glowing glass. Heart dropping into your gut hard enough that pure heat rushes to your core and the soles of your feet. You hit him harshly in the ribs and he lets go with his hands up, garnet eyes looking deadly as you hold up his phone. Without a second thought you hit dial.

BRRRRING

BRRRRRINNNNNG

The old phone echoes through the mostly empty house causing you to scream out.

"IT WAS YOU!" He pretends to look confused.

"What?" You slap him across the face and he lunges for you, pressing you against the table in the dining room. The sharp corner bites into the small of your back.

"Don't play coy! You were the one who called earlier. You're the one who….who…" Your mind flashes to Sero, of how pale he looked and how large the pool of blood was getting in a matter of seconds. You fight impossibly against him and his strength.

"Why would you think it was me?!" He shouts, "I found my phone at the party."

"That's fucking convenient." You hiss, his grip tightens and you feel the bruises forming on your wrists.

"I was with you when the killer came in! We were practically fucking on the-" But he doesn't fully get the sentence out. Bakugou coughs and blood splatters on your face, he opens his mouth, teeth crimson as his knees grow weak.

"Run." Katsuki utters, falling to the ground only for a tall man dressed in that damn white mask costume looms within arms reach. The large man blocks the french doors and your only hope is to make it to the back patio through the kitchen. Your shoes squeak as make your way towards the door. Hoping to make it through the obnoxiously big kitchen before you're caught.

Once you got outside your best bet was to attempt to lose this guy in the woods to hopefully round back to the house to get keys. The visibility in that fucking mask had to be low.

Still the man is much taller and much faster than you. His long strides eat up twice the amount of floor as you before his arms are wrapped around you. Hoisting you from the ground as you scream, legs thrashing as you catch him in the thighs and shins over and over. The man hardly moves and makes no sound until you grab onto the mask, yanking it from his head. He howls out as you let the mask fall to the floor and with it a small chunk of bright red hair.

Still he holds you steadfast.

You swallow thickly as he turns you back towards the direction you came.

And there he is.

Bakugou, standing in his black jeans and stained white shirt. Blood dripped from his lips. Except he doesn't look angry or even surprised.

No, he looks delighted.

His lips curled up into a cruel smirk as he watched the gears turn in your head.

"Katsuki?" Your last attempt for him to right this wrong, "I thought...the blood…"

"Corn syrup and red dye. Same thing they use for pigs blood in Carrie." His smile stretches his face in a grotesque manner and you swallow deeply.

He steps closer and Kirishima let's you go, standing well within arms reach should you try to run. You back up into the counter as both men try to crowd you. Tears burning your eyes as Bakugou invades your space.

"Aw come on sweetheart. It was all in good fun. I just wanted to give you what you wanted." He puts a piece of hair behind your ear, "You wanted to meet Ghostface in the flesh, remember?"

With your hands behind your back you feel a small knife you had used to cut up fruits for the jungle juice. Quickly your hands wrap around the cool plastic handle.

"I- I didn't want this." You grit your teeth, voice cracking as you try to stop reliving tonight.

Reliving ten years ago.

"Don't be stupid. You wanted this. It's why I picked you." He leans in close for a kiss.

This was it. This was your do or die.

"You picked the wrong bitch!" You raise the knife to plunge into his throat, he's quick to move and the knife sinks into the meat of his chest just below his clavicle. Blazing eyes hold your glare before a deadly nasty smirk blooms on his face. He removes the knife, pressing you harder into the granite counter, stabbing you in the same spot as himself. Mirroring the wound you gave him, he presses his hard on into your thigh, kissing you with gnashing teeth. His tongue slips in, fighting with yours before he slowly starts to twist the knife causing you to moan into his mouth.

"I bet you love this shit don't you? Your boyfriend and his best friend showing up on Halloween night just for you. Taking out a witness here and there." Blood splatter on his face looks like delicate freckles as he holds eye contact.

"Bet that pussy is soaking for me." He growls, rutting against you for relief as he bites into your throat. Another gasp leaves your plump lips before he leans back.

"Fuck, you look so sexy covered in blood." He snarls, taking the knife out. He presses his hand over your wound before touching his own. He groans as he allows the blood to intermingle on his palm before he swipes his red hand over your face.

"It's like a blood pact now, Princess." He looks to Kirishima, "Come hold her tight."

Kirishima wraps his beefy arms around yours to pull them behind your back causing your tits to jut out. Bakugou smiles as he watches them jiggle, taking the knife and cutting up the front of the shirt to expose your nipples that pebble in the cool air. The soft fabric falls uselessly down your arms. You feel something hard press into your ass and you whimper.

"Isn't she so fucking sexy?" Bakugou speaks of you as if you weren't there. Kirishima swallows thickly behind you, his voice deep with need.

"Yea, her tits are perfect." He leans down to bite at your shoulder and the action makes you gasp.

"They are aren't they?" He smiles, stepping closer to bring the blade of the knife to your skin, poking the tip of it in as he watches your face contort the deeper he presses. When he sees blood he smiles, bringing the blade down into a straight, deep line on your stomach. You bite your lip, thrashing your legs but Bakugou continues on. Swiping the blade down into his original straight line and then starting at the line to swipe down diagonally.

You look down to see the upside down K as Bakugou and Kirishima chuckle.

"K for Katsuki." The ash blonde smiles, lovingly pressing against the initial.

"And K for Kirishima." The red head purrs behind you. Now you thrash harder before Bakugou grabs the sweet meat of your inner thigh.

"Stay still." He growls, spreading your feet apart as he brings the knife between your legs, cutting the thin material of your leggings starting at your ass and going toward your clit. He is careful not to knick your sex. He watches the string of your arousal sit glisten on the edge of the blade as he feels the heat radiates from your core. He palms himself, eyes fluttering before he holds your gaze.

"I knew you'd love this type of shit." He takes his fingers to separate your folds, when he feels how wet you are he groans loudly. Your cunt squeezes around nothing with desperate need. The cock pressed into your ass and the obvious approval coming from Bakugou had your body vibrating.

"I knew it from the moment I read your fictions on those forums." Your eyes widened with shock, no one knew about your fanfictions that you wrote. Not even your friends.

So how the hell did he?

He doesn't give you time to figure it out as his fingers dip into your cunt. Sucking him in as he shifts his weight, pulling his fingers back to your cunt. Harshly rubbing up and down your slit as your knees grow weak.

"Stop fighting it, Princess." He chuckles, "Cum."

On command you do, unable to fight back the moan as you rear your head back to rest against Kirishima's shoulder. You hold his ruby gaze as Bakugou pulls another two out of you with just his fingers. Your mouth forms an endless "O" as Bakugou moves your body to his will. You watch Kirishima suck his teeth loudly before he purses his lips, spitting into your open mouth. It hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag as you rut against Bakugou's fingers. Your head spins and you start to feel high.

"So dirty for us." Kirishima says softly, "Such a good girl."

"You wanna try her out first?" Bakugou asks Kirishima who eagerly nods. Bakugou wraps his arms around yours and your torso, pressing you to his chest.

"I've got her." Katsuki says, kissing your temple as Kirishima let's go of your arms. You can hear Bakugou's racing heart and barely smell that sweet burning sugar mixed with a hint of smoke. Subconsciously you breathe in deeply, always loving the way he smelled. Kirishima undoes his belt, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor. He steps out of them and fists his fat cock, dragging pre down his length.

"You won't be a brat right? You'll be a good girl and let Eiji split you open with his fat cock." Katsuki asks almost tenderly as he presses his lips to your ear. You blink slowly, struggling to stand as your body starts to crash from both the back to back orgasms and your fading adrenaline, still your body betrays you and you nod.

"That's a good Princess." They praise in unison causing a jolt to go through your body. Kirishima prods your folds, teasing you as he rubs his tip up and down your slit. Enjoying the way you jump when it hits your clit. Finally he presses the tip to your tight, pulsing entrance, inching his way in before he's filled you to his hilt. He wraps his arms back around yours as he did before lifting you up to adjust your weight as you take his cock impossibly deeper.

"Oh" Is all you let out before he starts to gyrate his hips, building into a fast pace as his balls slap into your ass. The lewd sounds of your sopping cunt echo around the kitchen mixed in with Kirishima's grunts as Bakugou's burning gaze bores into your skin.

"Isn't her cunt the best?" Bakugou keens as he watches your pussy swallow up Kirishima's cock.

"Fuck. Yes.." Kirishima rasps, his harsh thrusts causing your tits to bounce. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head, cunt squeezing his cock as it hits your g spot.

"Gonna cream his cock already?" Bakugou asks lowly, hand coming to your heat. Two rough digits swirl harshly against your puffy clit, "Lemme help ya. Cum for me, Princess."

"F-fuck." You cry, body shaking as your eyes roll into the back of your head, cunt throbbing as Bakugou's fingers continue to assault your clit while Kirishima groans behind you. His knees weak and grip on your arms that much tighter as you fist his shirt with numb fingers.

"Oi, no cumming yet, shitty hair." Bakugou barks, "We have to take care of our lady first."

As you shake with the feeling of another orgasm, Bakugou takes the knife and gently glides it along your skin, a bead of blood follows the blade. The sting of the cut paired with the throbbing need in your cunt pushes you over the edge. Tears cling to long lashes as you hold eye contact with Bakugou as another orgasm rips through your body.

"That's right, you love this, you filthy fucking slut." He slaps your clit with his fingers and it causes you to squeeze Kirishima so tight he stills. Panting as you feel his cock throbbing in your stretched walls, he's close and your cunt attempts to milk him. You wiggle your hips, wanting them both to continue causing Bakugou to smirk.

"Alright Kirishima, you should be lubed enough to slide it into her tight ass." Bakugou orders, pulling at his belt. Kirishima pulls out, leaving your cunt clenching over nothing before he presses his wet tip to your ass. Spitting down onto his cock for extra measure before he slowly inches in, careful not to tear you with his fat cock. The burning sensation causes you to squirm, Kirishima bites at you shoulder to keep from cumming.

"So tight." He whines, giving a few sloppy thrusts.

"Oi, suck it up. She deserves a good time, don't ya, Princess?" Bakugou runs a finger down the mock initial he carved into your stomach, "Don't you want us both to split you open?"

Your eyes flutter from Kirishima's movements and when you do not answer Bakugou becomes annoyed.

"Oi." A slap rings out in the kitchen as your cheek stings. His large palm finds your tender throat as he squeezes so hard that the fringes of your vision begin to fade to black. "Pay attention when I'm speaking to you, Sweetheart."

He squeezes tighter, leaning close as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

"Got it?" He asks and you frantically nod, trying to push his tip in deeper.

There was always something about Bakugou's cock that made you so stupid, so cock hungry and desperate that you'd let him do anything.

Forgive him for anything, as his cock had addictive qualities you could not deny.

"That's a good kitten." He purrs, plunging into you as his gives you a rough kiss with gnashing teeth. He keeps his hold on your throat as the two of them fall into a fast pace. Fuckin into you as your body begins to melt between theirs. Cocks twitching as they dove into your body and used your holes without warrant. You wheeze out moans as Bakugou holds your throat tightly, watching your arousal coat his dick in creamy rings as you contract around them.

"Fuck, fuck." Kirishima groans struggling to hold it together as you squeeze them both, cumming over and over while they use you as a cock sleeve.

"Just a bit longer. I bet we can make her squirt." Bakugou teases, bringing his free hand down between your bodies, rubbing his fingers quickly against your abused clit as you jerk between them. Suddenly a live wire as the coil in you tightens.

"Please," You rasp, "It's- it's too-"

But Bakugou cuts you off, taking his hand from your throat to hear you cry and to skip his finger into the stab wound below your collarbone. He swirls his fingers around and your vision goes white. The searing pain mixed with the divine pleasure of their cocks pounding into you causes your world to shatter. Screaming out a mixture of their names, clear liquid gushing from your cunt. Kirishima groans behind you, the contractions of your tight hole too much as hot seed deliciously fills you up. Bakugou's hips falter as he roughly fucks into you with wild abandon, chasing his own high as he holds your half lidded gaze and his finger in your wound.

"Takes. Me. So. Fuckin. Well." He grunts, before you pull him in just right. Causing him to paint your abused cunt in hot shades of white.

The three of you stay there, panting before Kirishima withdraws first, making a motion to get dressed. You collapse into Bakugou, who bites and sucks at your neck. Peppering you with both kisses and praises.

"My good little slut. My sweet Princess."

Meanwhile Kirishima takes off his button up flannel that was for his Jason costume, he slips your arms through the holes delicately and suddenly the smell of both of them makes your mind go blissfully blank. Mountain breeze and rain mixes with Bakugou's sweet scent blocking out any other memory than the feel of their cocks. Your body slowly catches up to your brain as your body throbs in several places. Bakugou pulls up his own pants without letting you go as he talks to Kirishima.

"We gotta get going soon. You had your gloves on the whole time right?"

"Yea." Kirishima responds, wiggling his fingers before Bakugou goes on.

"And you didn't let Mina post a picture that you were here?"

"Nope didn't even take a selfie with her. " Eijirou confirms as he wipes your prints from the handle of the knife, "You got a bag for her?"

Bakugou scoffs.

"Yea I grabbed some shit from her own bag she packed."

Your ears ring as they talk, the bliss of the mind blowing fuck slowly wears off and that haunting metallic tang starts to come to the forefront of your mind.

"O-Oi!" A weak voice croaks, "Let her go."

You whip around to see Denki stagger under the threshold of the kitchen. Bakugou's knuckles turn white as he grits his teeth towards Kirishima.

"I told you to kill everyone." He growls.

"I did!" Kirishima retorts as Bakugou's eyes widen before they narrow.

"Then why is he standing here you fuckin idiot. Take care of it." Bakugou bites, pulling you closer to him as Kirishima twirls the knife in his hand before grabbing it tightly.

"I'll- I'll go with you quietly. Please, please don't kill him. He's all I have left." You fist Bakugou's shirt, desperately looking between the two men as tears gather in your eyes, "Please...Katsu, baby."

"D-don't." Denki struggles to speak but you give him a pleading look.

"I-" You gulp down the truth only to spit up a lie, "I'll be okay Denks. Just lie low til we leave." You turn to Bakugou and Kirishima. Both who are ready to pounce onto the weak electric blonde.

"He's gonna squeal on us, Sweetheart." Bakugou's gruff voice turns soft, "Then how will Kirishima and I take care of you?'

He presses his hand against that damned K again as you grit your teeth.

"I know. I know. But...please." Real tears fall down your cheeks as you begin to shake, "You won't tell right, Denks? Right? He-"

You sob and Bakugou runs his hand up your back while Kirishima says what you couldn't.

"He'll probably bleed out before he can even get a hold of someone."

Bakugou gives Kirishima a look before staring at Kaminari.

"For your sake you better hope he does." He growls at the large red head before he turns you away from Kaminari, "Grab your shit and let's go."

Kirishima grabs for the mask and the costume, wrapping it up as he follows the two of you out onto the patio. Bakugou squeezes the back of your neck tightly, guiding you out of the large Manor of horror forever.

All the while your plans to plot revenge begin to crumble with every dull ache between your thighs.

[youta]

YOUR NAME?

‣ kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader. coffee shop!au. it's all just a little awkward. wc: 935.

no matter how familiar you are with it, the smell of coffee never fails to remind you of home. it’s funny how kuroo tetsuro made you feel the exact same way.

“good morning. what can i get for you today?” the deep voiced barista asks, greeting you with a warm smile. looking up, you see a handsome, black haired guy standing behind the counter. suddenly, it feels as if the temperature has risen, and heat creeps up on your neck.

“morning!” you give him a small smile, and look at the menu above him. furrowing your brows, you read the names of the drinks, and prices.

they look cute, kuroo thinks, his gaze lingering on your face, his lips forming an amused smirk.

“an iced coffee, please,” you sigh, settling down with your everyday drink.

“alright. what flavor?” he asks, while focusing on the screen in front of him, tapping in your order.

“uh, vanilla?” you say without thinking; it isn’t your favorite. kuroo, you read his name tag, slowly nods, adding it to your order. he thinks about something for a second, then decides to ask.

“okay. what’s your name?” he blurts out, making you look at him with curious eyes. “oh, for the cup i mean,” he makes up a lame excuse at the last second, hoping you don’t know they don’t actually write names on the cups. his face flushes, slightly giving him away.

“y/n,” you answer, and still don’t quite get his intention.

“anything else?”

“no, thank you,” you shake your head, then fish your purse out of your bag. he tells you the total, and you hand him the money; your fingers slightly touch.

after paying, you walk to the other side of the counter, where you get your coffee. a few minutes went by, when kuroo put your drink down on the counter, paired with a straw.

“thank you,” you pick it up, and wave goodbye. that was awkward, you think. your cup did not have your name written on it. your body lightly shakes with laughter, but you try your best to not embarrass him. it was a little cute, you have to admit.

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“he asked for your name?” suga laughs, listening to you talk. he works in the café you bought your coffee from, so you decided to share the awkward story with him. you’ve been living with him for a few months, gossiping and telling stories was an everyday thing during dinner.

“yeah. i feel like he hoped i didn’t know you guys don’t do that,” you giggle. “i mean, he’s cute. i didn’t really mind,” you shrug your shoulders, and suga looks at you in surprise.

“oh? cute? do you have a little crush?” he wiggles his eyebrows, getting a punch on the arm from you.

“stop. he’s just good looking, okay?” you pout, trying to deny your obvious attraction towards the barista.

“wait, what’s his name again?” koushi suddenly asks.

“oh, right, it’s kuroo,” you answer, remembering his name tag. what a fitting name, you think.

“you should have started with that,” he exclaims, putting the pieces together in his head. “kuroo mentioned that there’s a customer he found cute before,” he adds, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.

“he did?” your voice sounded more high pitched than usual; your best friend’s sentence caught you off guard. as if a light bulb lit over his head, he looks over at you with excited eyes.

“what if i set up the two of you on a date?” suga shares his, he thinks immaculate, idea.

“why would you do that?” you cock your head to the side, looking at him with squinted eyes.

“are you really… just trust me,” he waves it off with a playful smile.

and you did.

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when you walk in, the cafe is already losing its afternoon momentum; customers are beginning to leave, tables are being wiped down, and tired workers are looking forward to closing the shop. it’s almost easy to spot the familiar dark haired guy that’s behind the counter, working on a drink for no one in particular— there’s no one else around. wordlessly, you walk up to him and stand there for a few seconds before he notices you staring at him. sometimes, you can forget how good he looks, especially today.

“oh, hi,” kuroo turns around, greeting you with a small wave. he finishes up the vanilla flavored coffee, and places it in front of you wearing a proud smile on his face.

“you really didn’t have to,” you giggle, which soon turns into laughter; he wrote your name on it with a sharpie.

“but i wanted to,” he insists, while getting ready to leave. until he disappears into the staff room to change, you sip from your drink. maybe you do like vanilla.

kuroo comes back without wearing the usual apron, in everyday clothes. the slight awkwardness from both sides, and not knowing how to start a conversation leaves you in silence. leaving the cafe, you shiver from the cool breeze, despite the layers you are wearing.

“the weather-“

“i actual-“ you start talking at the same time as him. he lets out a low laugh, which finally breaks the tension.

“let’s go somewhere warm, okay?” he offers, as his lips tug into a soft smile.

“sure,” you nod.

tetsuro brings up many topics to talk about, as you row the darkening streets together. fallen, crispy leaves adorn the road, flickering street lights painting long shadows behind you. your first impression of him wasn’t too far away from reality, but he’s definitely much more interesting than what you thought.

maybe this date wasn’t a bad idea, after all.

[el-ly-sha-give-no-f]

Hiiii, could you please write something with Ben Barnes x reader? Maybe the reader having a bad day or is sick. Flufffff please :D

ROMANTIC BAD AND SICK DAY

OH MA GAD! MY FIRST REQUEST! OKAY BREATH ELLY BREATH HERE WE GO! I hope this is what you're looking for! I do both, I mean why not? <3 thank you for the request.

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PAIR: Ben Barnes x reader

flashback, present

fluff

words: hehehe I lost count, sorreyyy

flashback this morning

"Darling, wake up, you gotta go to work" sound of my man's voice woke me up

who is he? Ben Thomas Barnes, the one and only, sometimes I think how come I end up with this man? we met each other at my brother's party 2 years ago. Talk about my brother, my brother is a quite famous actor, John Bernthal, yup he introduces me to Ben, and from that, we immediately click, hanging out together, call each other when Ben is across the world because of shooting, and we ended up being in a relationship but we stay as low as we can, we don't want any press or journalist mess up our relationship, only our family and close friend know about our relationship. 2 years is enough for him to ask me to move in with him.

"no, 5 more minutes please" I cooed enough for him to hear, "alright 5 more minutes it is," he said and I hear him walk away from our bedroom, and go downstairs to the kitchen I assume. I opened my eyes and saw an alarm clock on the nightstand that shows 6;55am. Okay, 5 more minutes.

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"Y/N!, baby, darling, love, honey, wake up! you said five minutes? it's already been 35 minutes sweetheart." I shot up right after I heard what Ben just said.

"Ben, why didn't you wake me? I have to punch in my card before 8a.m", " Hey! I woke you up earlier" he replied. "earlier doesn't enough man, you need to carry me to the bathroom". He stood up from the edge of the bed.

I haven't had a chance to stretch my body, I feel he carried me up like a bridal style, "BEN!" I scream. "what? you say you want me to carry you to the bathroom so I carry you". He said and I just laugh, yeah he carried me to the bathroom, and just like that I can feel today gonna be a good day.

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well, not as good as I thought it to be, it's the most horrible day of my entire life, first, this morning after I dressed up, I gave Ben a quick 'kissed, hug and I love you' after that, I ran out from the flat and go to my workplace that just couple blocks away from our flat so I don't need Bus, taxi or Ben to sent me to work, I can just walk but not today, TODAY I FUCKING RAN WITH HEELS ON!, second! I forgot to bring my files with me it's an important file! I got scolded by my boss, because of late for work and forgot to bring the files. Good thing today is Friday

I stared at the clock beside my laptop, it was 4:50 p.m, today feels very long no kidding, and currently, it's raining outside, so I don't how am I supposed to go back home, maybe I need to call Ben to pick me up.

I open my phone, to call Ben, our picture when we were at Disneyland became my lock screen and home screen, I smile like an idiot when I saw the pic, and I open my contact list and tap "king<3" name, I'm not the one who set his contact name on my phone like that, he's the one who set it. "Hello it's Ben here, sorry I can't answer the phone right now, I'm probably busy or I power off my phone, leave a message please, thanks", God dammit Ben.

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yeah, here I am soaking wet standing in front of our doorstep, I decided to take off my heels because I don't want to fall and embarrassed myself in front of people and I ran from my workplace to our flat, God, Deja Vu? I took our flat keys from my bag and I open the door, greeted by the delicious smells of dinner that Ben was cooking.

"Honey? you're back?" I heard him calling from the kitchen, "wait it's raining right did someone send you-" "woohoo, babe, you could just call me to pick you up" I heard him say in his worried voice, he run to the bedroom to grab my towel, and he comes back to me and gives me my towel.

"I called you already but you didn't answer it", "wait, really,?" he said while he took his phone out from his pockets, I saw him scrunch his face, " darling, I'm so sorry, I probably didn't hear you call, sorry baby" he apologizes, I don't know why my eyes start to teary, he saw it and he quickly hugs me tightly he didn't even care my body is soaking wet, "Hey, why are you crying, what's wrong, something happened at work today? or is it because of the call? love, if it's about the call I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to" I just shook my head and sobbed onto his chest while I say "I was scolded by my boss today because I go late to work and I forgot to bring my stupid files" I continue sobbing, I feel he rub his hand on my back softly.

"Darling, I'm sorry all this happening, let me know if I can do anything for you" I just nod, "hey look at me babe" he pulled me from the hug, cupped my cheek, and his eyes softened when he saw my red eyes "It is okay to have bad days, I know you will sail through like a pro!" I smile and giggle. I saw him smiling too, "there's the beautiful smile" he added and I blush.

"Thanks, Ben", I thank him softly, and he just nods while smiling. "let's go I draw you a bath before you catch a cold" I just realised we both still stood in front of our flat door. I nod.

he drew me a bath, after that, we eat dinner that he cooked earlier and then we cuddled on the couch while watching y/f/m, I tried to open my eyes but it become hard to stay awake, Ben notice it by the way.

"you can sleep, sweetheart, today must be a tiring day for you", that's the last thing I heard before I fall asleep.

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I woke up in the middle of the night when I feel so cold I realised I was sleeping on our bed, I felt Ben's hand wrapped around my waist, I tapped his hand to wake him, and he groan, "what's wrong baby, go back to sleep" he mumble, "can you turn off the air-con?" I ask him while my eyes still close, "love I didn't even turn it on" he said and he hear me snuffing, he open his eyes, "oh no, look like you have the cold baby, good thing tomorrow you're off" he looks at me and kissed my forehead, "noooo, ben you will catch a cold too" I said and he reply, "as I care, let me take an antihistamine and water for you eh'". I saw him wake up from bed and walk out of our room, very glad I got the right man to take care of me.

author note; IDK what to put for the title, tell me what you guys think! the request is open! thanks for reading and love you guys! sorry for the typos and grammar mistakes <3

[dreamerstreamer]

Speak Your Mind

Pairing: GeorgeNotFound / George x f!reader

Summary: Usually, you left George feeling tongue-tied, but apparently not today.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted a cute, clumsy george story! another anon wanted something similar, so i hope you both and all enjoy <3 this was inspired by this quote by lemony snicket :)

George slipped into his chair with a slight groan, nudging his mouse with his elbow as he took a sip of water. He watched as his screen came to life, glancing over at the time. It was still kind of early, and he had a few hours to himself before his scheduled stream.

I could probably just play by myself for a while, he thought to himself, setting his glass down to his left as he opened up Minecraft. He reached across his desk, grabbing his headphones and settling them over his head. It’s been a while since I’ve played in a hardcore survival world. 

But then his gaze flickered down to a particular server, and he found his cursor automatically clicking on it, almost like clockwork. In an instant, his avatar was standing on the Prime Path, the blocky world rendering into view around him. Shifting his mouse a few times, George smiled and opened up his inventory.

He spent a few moments sorting everything out, quietly humming to himself. A few seconds later, something popped up on the bottom left of his screen, his gaze darting over to catch it.

[y/n]: hi george!

[y/n]: how are you doing?

George’s heart almost immediately stuttered in his chest, and he spent a moment or two simply staring at the two lines of text.

He couldn’t believe just how much power you had over him.

The two of you had been friends for a long time now—nearly as long as he had been friends with Dream, even. The two of you had met almost entirely by accident, having simply been jokingly trapped together on a random server by one of the admins for a few hours. Under any other circumstances, George probably would have felt awkward to hell and back, but the two of you had just instantly hit it off together.

You were kind and cheerful, while he was practical and goofy. He loved your optimistic innocence, and you lived for his sarcastic quips. While the two of you had never met in person, both of you had most definitely seen each other’s faces before, and George would never forget the first thing he said when he saw your face.

“Woah. You’re really pretty.”

He had blurted it without warning, surprising even himself at his own words. Your face had flushed while you immediately turned off your face cam, letting out a quiet whine. “George, you can’t just say that!”

He remembered sputtering in his chair, then sending an earnest smile at his monitor. “But it’s true!”

“George!”

The image of your cheeks plastered with an embarrassed, sheepish grin and your wide, shining eyes would forever be ingrained in his mind.

Years later, that picture hadn’t changed a bit, still as clear as ever in his head, but the feelings he held for you had transformed. It didn’t happen quickly, nor did he ever want to admit it, but he was incredibly aware of it—almost too aware of it.

You made his cheeks hurt from how much he smiled around him. You filled his stomach with butterflies just with a single giggle. You made his ears turn bright red whenever you made a sly joke.

The three little words sat at the back of his head at nearly every hour of the day, and he just knew that one of these days, he was going to tell you what they were.

Hopefully.

With a smile on his face and a million thoughts swirling around his head, all of them beginning and ending with you, he closed his inventory and began to type back a response.

GeorgeNotFound: i’m doing good haha

[y/n]: i’m happy to hear that! <3

His breath caught in his throat. A heart—you had sent back a heart. He could feel his own heart seize in his chest at the sight of two simple symbols on his monitor screen.

Oh god, he was so screwed.

He walked forward a bit, his head still spinning with thoughts of you and that stupid heart as he contemplated what he should do next. An idea popped up just then, a small wave of anxiety creating over his head. With shaky hands, he began to type.

GeorgeNotFound: wanna join vc 2?

A moment ticked by, and George chewed on the side of his cheek. Then, your username appeared in the corner of his screen.

[y/n]: okay! i’ll be there in a sec :)

A smiley face. His own lips curled upwards to match the smile emoticon as he entered the voice channel, patiently waiting. A few moments later, something caught his attention from the corner of his monitor. Turning, he flinched as your avatar jumped down and landed in front of him, briefly turning red from the fall damage. A split second later, he heard a familiar ping.

“Boo!” you chirped, your voice echoing in his ear as bright as day. He felt warmth blossom in his chest just at the sound of a single syllable spoken in your voice.

“What a grand entrance,” he said teasingly, unable to hide the fact that he was grinning while he spoke.

“You know me,” you said, giggling, “I always have to make a big show of things.”

“I sure do,” he said, secretly thinking to himself.

But I wish I knew you better.

“Woah,” you suddenly breathed, something like awe seeping in your voice as your character stepped forward. “I feel like we haven’t talked in, like... forever.”

He blinked, shifting his mouse slightly toward you. “We talked yesterday.”

“No,” you said quickly, your pitch raising, “I mean like, talk talked. You know, over call or something?” Your voice grew quiet. “I missed hearing your voice.”

George wanted to throw a pillow across his room. Cute. “Well, I’m here now,” he said softly, chuckling, “so you get to hear it all you want.”

He heard you cough, but it was slightly muffled. He wondered what you looked like right now, and he half-wished that you two had your face-cams on. “Now that you’re on the sever,” you prompted a second later, suddenly sounding normal again. “what do you wanna do?” 

He thought for a moment, the wheels in his head turning. “Well, I kind of wanted to work a bit more on my house.”

“Oh, you mean your new house? The one you were building during the, uh—” You paused, searching for the right words. “—big battle?” 

He could imagine you making fake air quotes with your fingers, and he laughed, thinking of your scrunched up face. “Pfft, yeah. That’s the one.”

“I haven’t seen it yet,” you admitted, some rustling coming through his headphones. “Do... do you mind showing me it?”

He smiled sheepishly. “No, not at all. But I’m not a very good builder, I hope you know.”

You let out a brief shout, and he jumped in his chair. “Nope! Illegal!”

His eyebrows knit together. “‘Illegal’?” he parroted.

“Illegal,” you said in an affirmative tone. “It’s illegal to be mean to GeorgeNotFound. Even by GeorgeNotFound himself. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” Before he could even think of a response, your character began jumping up and down on his screen. “Now, show me the goods! I’m sure it looks great.”

He was pretty sure he was just a puddle in his chair, now. You were just far too much for his poor heart. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of this before he lost his mind.

Shaking his head free of thoughts of you, he pressed the W key and watched as he moved forward down the Prime Path and over a hill. “Here, follow me. It’s a bit far from the rest of the server’s homes, but I kind of like it.”

You hummed, thoughtful and soft as the two of you jumped your way over a few hills. “I get you. I mean, we all need our space. I think having your home being more far away is just cozy. Quaint. Probably not going to get robbed by Tommy. It’s a win-win situation!”

He snorted at your words. Probably not going to get robbed by Tommy was a positive he would never pass up. “I’m glad it’s not just me who thinks that.”

It was then that a splash of red among a horizon full of browns and greens came into view. You let out a soft gasp as his hobbit-hole house came into view. “Sooo,” he began, clicking his mouse, “ta-da! Here it is! I know it’s not much, but it’s pretty okay, I think?”

A cry of awe flew from your lips. “Are you kidding me? Your house is so pretty!” You ran forward, your eyes wide as you gazed at the hobbit-style home. “It’s so round and cozy and—oh, the mushrooms!” Your avatar jumped up and down, punching at the air towards his house. “You even added a little moat with a bridge!”

A certain sincerity flooded your voice as you added, “George, don’t lie to me and tell me you suck at building. I love your house.”

He felt his heart melt at your eager tone. Just how endearing could one person be? 

“Can we go inside, can we go inside?” you asked, your voice growing bolder as you turned to look at him expectantly. 

A bashful smile shot across his face, even though he knew you couldn’t see him. “I—ah, I haven’t actually built the inside yet,” he admitted shyly.

You let out a soft squeal, your avatar running around the screen with a hop. “If you want, we can build it together!” you offered. “I know you’re not super confident in your building skills, but I’m more than happy to help out!”

His heart melted. You were so kind. Too kind, really. How could he say no?

“I would love that,” he said. He moved inside the house, revealing the hollowed out, blank space that would serve as the interior of his house. “So, as you can see, it’s still a work in progress.” He glanced back at you. “Where should we start? 

There was a slight pause. “Hmmm.” He could imagine the way you scrunched your nose as you thought, your fingers tapping against the nearest flat surface as you did so. “We could make most of the inside out of birch planks,” you began, “and have some dark oak details. You know, so there’s some really neat contrast between the light and dark parts of your house.”

He could hear you growing giddier and giddier with each passing second. “And we can also add some red and white carpet to match the mushroom aesthetic! Oh, that would look so good! “Your character turned to look at him, a block of birch wood already in hand. “What do you think?”

His heart beat a little faster. I like you, he thought, clear as a bell. I really, really like you, that’s what I think.

“You what?”

He froze.

Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud?

Your voice filled his ears, quiet and shaky. “Um. Yeah.”

A second passed in awkward silence. Then another.

If a Minecraft skin could blush, George’s face would be a tomato.

“I, um,” he stammered, his eyes darting every which way in search of an excuse to leave the call. Just then, his gaze caught on the glass of water he had set to his left. He barely gave himself even a second to think about what to say before he started rambling, speaking in a single, blurted breath.

“I just um spilled water all over myself and wow it’s about to get all over my set-up and that would be really bad so I’m just uh gonna go now okay great bye—”

Before he could embarrass himself anymore, he found himself pressing the ‘end call’ button and closing the window, hanging his head in his hands as he let out a long groan of despair.

Why did he do that? How did he do that?

Groaning again, he slammed his head into his desk, turning to press his cheek into the wood as he stared at his keyboard. 

He was an idiot—a big, fat idiot.

In the corner of his eye, he watched as his phone screen lit up. It‘s probably a message from [Y/N], his brain helpfully supplied. She’s probably confused as hell.

“Not helping,” he muttered to himself, sitting up once more.

Well, there was really only one thing he could do now, and that was to get help. Fortunately for him, he knew two people he could definitely ask for advice. Unfortunately, he had a feeling he knew how this conversation was going to go.

Sighing, he opened up Discord again on his monitor.

He was sure things could only go downhill from here.

“You what?!”

George grimaced. He was right. This was a terrible idea. “You don’t have to rub it in my face,” he grumbled.

“I’m—” Wheeze. “I’m not rubbing it in,” Dream explained between gasps for air, “it’s... it’s just that it’s funny.”

George pursed his lips. “I don’t know about you, but that sounds like you’re rubbing it in.”

Sapnap’s voice cut through Dream’s laughter. “Okay, okay, Dream, you’re not helping. Gogy here is having, as Tommy would put it, ‘women problems’, and he needs some help.”

All of a sudden, Dream’s laughter stopped. “If I’m being totally honest,” he said, “I’m not really seeing the problem here.”

There was a beat of silence. “How are you not seeing the problem?” Sapnap said. You could hear the frown in his voice. “George just prematurely confessed his feelings to [Y/N].”

“Yeah, and?”

Another beat of silence.

“What the heck do you mean, ‘and’? That’s the problem!”

George sighed, sinking down in his desk chair. “Dream,” he muttered into his headset, rubbing at his temples, “just spit it out.”

“Look,” he began, “I’m just saying that here’s no advice we could possibly give you, because there’s only one solution.”

“Which is?” Sapnap prompted.

“You just have to tell her outright how you feel.”

George’s jaw dropped and he scrambled to sit up. “No way I’m doing that. Nuh-uh, no thanks.”

Sapnap made a noise of approval. “No, wait—Dream does have a point.”

George felt a stone of uneasiness drop into his stomach. “You’re just saying that because you want to see me make a fool of myself.”

“No, no, nonono, I’m telling the truth!” Dream cried. “Seriously, what other options do you really have? Pretend that you never said anything and just act like nothing happened to confuse her and hope that she forgets?”

“Pretty sure that’s called gaslighting,” Sapnap mumbled.

George glared at his monitor, knowing full well no one could see him. “Not helping.”

“Ignore her for the rest of eternity?” Dream continued. “You’ve already declined six of her calls!” There was a pause, then he carried on. “George, seriously. I want the best for you, and I’m not kidding when I say this is the only viable option, really.”

He stared down at his lap, his hands shaking where they lay. “What if,” he began, “she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Well, tough luck then, Gogy,” Sapnap said bluntly, “You’re just gonna have to suck it up and move on like the rest of us.”

George pressed his lips into a thin line. While it wasn’t exactly the nicest way to put it, he supposed Sapnap was right. “What if...” He swallowed. “What if I’m not ready?”

A soft sigh came from the other end. “George,” Dream said, his voice sincere, “believe it or not, but no one’s ever ready, really. But if we all waited until we were ready, then we’d be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

George fell quiet. A strange sense of comfort fell over him as he let Dream’s words soak in. Mustering up a deep breath, he smiled.

“Okay. I’ll call her back tonight, alright?”

Sapnap let out a hoot, the sound of clapping filling his headphones. “Let’s go! Get ‘em, Gogy!”

“You really need to stop calling me that.”

“Nah. It’s funny.”

Before George could retort, Dream stepped in. “Remember buddy, no matter what happens, we’ll be here for you, okay? Don’t let your fear hold you back. Hell, you know what? Don’t let your—” Dream suddenly cackled, his voice wheezing into his mic as he sputtered, “Don’t let your dreams be dreams, George!”

George let out a groan, barely able to hear himself over the deafening sound of Dream’s wheezing. “Oh my god, I’m hanging up.”

“Good luck, Gog—”

It was at that moment that he clicked the ‘end call’ button, the sweet sound of silence washing over him. Leaning back in his chair, he stared up at the ceiling, the tiniest of smiles gracing his lips.

Maybe calling his friends wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

George stared at his monitor, the dark screen reflecting a mirrored image of himself. His hand opened and closed on his lap, itching to hold onto the mouse.

It had been two days since he’d blurted the words he’d been procrastinating saying for the last god knows how long. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see fluttering shots of you. You, with your mouth agape, staring at your screen with your headphones sliding down your neck. You, frantically texting on your phone about everything that had just slipped out of his mouth. You, with your face inevitably twisting in disgust at the thought of someone like him liking someone like you.

I’m not ready, he thought, his reflection blinking back at him.

That’s exactly why you’re going to do this, his reflection said back as his hand moved to his mouse, hovering over it.

You suck, he thought.

The monitor smiled back at him as he moved his cursor. I know.

His screen burst to life, Discord already open and waiting for him. George moved his cursor to hover over your username, his palm starting to sweat. Clicking, he reached over to his keyboard and began to type.

GeorgeNotFound: hey! did you wanna video call?

The moment he hit enter, he ripped his hands away from the keyboard like it was made of hot coals, wiping his hands on his pants. With bated breath, he waited, staring at the green circle accompanying your profile picture. Suddenly, his screen moved.

[y/n] is typing...

His heart leapt into his throat.

[y/n]: okay!

He exhaled a sigh of relief through his nose, his mouse moving to press the hit ‘video call’ button. A few seconds passed with the ringtone echoing through his headphones. A moment later, the ringing stopped and your face filled his screen, the familiar set-up of your room fading in at the corners. His heart swelled at the sight—both with affection and anxiety.

“Um, hi!” you said with a shy smile, your gaze darting away from the screen as you waved at the camera. Despite your bright demeanour and cheery tone, he could practically feel the tension in your shoulders the moment he laid eyes on you.

“H-Hi,” he said back, swallowing as he mustered up a shaky smile. Your gaze flickered to his for a brief second, and in that moment, it almost felt like you two were actually looking at each other in real life. Then you looked away again and something in his chest cracked.

“How are you doing?” he asked slowly, trying to prompt a conversation. “It feels like we haven’t talked in forever.”

Your lips quirked as you tilted your head at him. “We talked, um, two days ago.”

He ignored the embarrassment flaring up on his cheeks. “I mean like, see-each-other-talk talked.” He paused, then adding in a near-whisper. “I missed seeing your face.”

Your rosy lips parted in awe, and he was almost certain that he was never, ever going to forget that expression of yours.

“And, um, h-how—how are you, George?” you stammered out with a shaky voice, curling up a little in your chair. “Are you doing okay?”

George opened his mouth, then shut it. Whenever people asked him if he was okay, his mouth always defaulted to “fine” or “good” or “okay”. Rarely did he ever find himself telling the truth. But now, as he looked at your shy, bashful face, he knew what he had to do. Straightening up, he looked his webcam dead in the eyes.

“I,” he said, “am really, really nervous right now. Like, nervous out of my mind.”

You blinked, finally turning to face him directly at last. “Really?”

He nodded, his anxiety slowly falling away. “Yeah. Do you know why?”

Recognition flickered through your eyes, and your cheeks grew hot once more. “Why, George?”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and smiled.

It’s now or never.

“I like you, [Y/N]. A lot. What I said earlier was true. It wasn’t some bit, and it wasn’t just some spur of the moment thing. I really do like you a lot, and I would like it if you would be my g—”

He almost choked on his own words, oh-so very aware of just how hot his face was. “And I,” he began again, squeezing his eyes shut, “would love it if you would be my girlfriend.”

He couldn’t look—he couldn’t. He missed seeing your face, he really did, but he knew that if he looked now, he would only be met with disappointment. You, with a frown on your face, only deepening with each passing second. You, with guilt in your eyes for not reciprocating his feelings. You, with your soft lips mouthing four words he wish he didn’t have to hear. 

I’m so sorry, George. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so—

“I like you, too.”

His eyes flew open, his mouth agape.

Those were not the four words he was expecting to hear.

He lifted his head, his gaze taking in every inch of his screen. A bright, glowing smile was plastered across your face, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

“For real?” he breathed, disbelief wracking every inch of his being.

You nodded, a laugh tumbling from your lips and lighting up his insides. “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

George felt a smile of his own creep across his face as he ran a hand through his hand, something happier than joy rushing through his veins. 

Oh god, he thought, wanting to scream it from the top of the nearest building. I like you, I like you, I like you. I like you a lot lot.

“I like you a lot lot, too.”

He froze. Did I say that out loud, again?

Your grin widened. “Yes.”

For a second, he almost shriveled up in shame. But then he shook his head and laughed, basking in the warmth of your smile.

A few days ago, he might have been embarrassed. But now? 

Well, if it was with you, he supposed he wouldn’t mind speaking his mind more often.

[raindownforme]

omg omg ok ok so maybe for a request charlie and the reader and how they interact as streamers?? like a friends to lovers au but you can tell how they fall in love through all their interactions online & in games (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

like for example whenever they play on the smp charlie only reaaallly wants to help the reader and when anyone else asks he’s like hm? what? IT JUST SEEMED CUTE IN MY HEAD ☹️💌

Lore

Charlie slimecicle x reader [they/them used]

“Hello twitchers.” y/n smiled into the face cam, watching the chat fly by a mile a minute. They knew they’d draw in a larger audience today, it being their first official stream on the Dream SMP. They loaded up the game, spawning in a wooded area surrounded by cobblestone. “Alright where do we- hello?”

y/n leaned closer to the screen. They could see someone standing behind a tree. Someone in glasses and green blotchy skin. They typed into the in-game chat, trying to get who ever it was to come closer. Thankfully they did, revealing a character named Slimecicle. y/n looked over to the discord server, pulling themselves into a voice channel with the mystery person.

“Hi there!” Slimecicle’s voice rang through y/n’s headphones and they smiled. They liked the sound of his voice. “Im Charlie. Welcome.”

“Thanks. Do you know how to get anywhere?”

“Yeah!” Charlie’s character jumped as y/n followed after him. Charlie led them to a snowy mountainside that had been covered with sand. Someone had built a white mansion and several other buildings, including a fountain and a tall tower. “This is where I live.”

“This mansion?” y/n panned to look around the mountainside. They glanced over to watch their chat fly by.

“No I just live in the country in general. Las Nevadas!” Charlie jumped up and down, punching y/n in a friendly manner. “Oh are you hungry? I have food!”

Charlie’s character threw a stack of lamb chops at y/n. They smiled at him, then quickly realized he couldn’t see them. “Thanks! Where is this by the way.”

“Only the best country ever. It’s Las Nevadas! Do you want to live here?”

“Sure!” y/n followed as Charlie ran around. He showed them all around the country; the casino, the strip club, the restaurant, and even the garden. “Charlie this is so cool!”

“I know!” Charlie jumped up and down in a circle. “I’m not the guy who owns it but I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”

“Oh.” y/n paused, biting their cheek. “Will he be okay with me being here?”

“Of course he will. It’s Quackity! Let’s find you somewhere to live.” y/n followed Charlie to the tall white tower. He led them behind it to a flat plot of sand. “Here! We’ll be neighbors.”

“Awesome. I don’t have anything to build with yet but-“

“Oh here!” Charlie ran into the base of the tower, coming back 30 seconds later. He threw two stacks of oak logs to y/n. “Is this what you needed?”

“I- yeah. That’s a lot of wood.”

“I want you to have it!”

y/n smiled bashfully, trying to swallow the heat rising to their cheeks. They could see their twitch chat running by with messages asking if it was lore or cannon. “Here. Take this then.”

Charlie marveled at the flower y/n had tossed him, a blue cornflower. He smiled, holding a hand over his mouth to hide from the prying eyes of his own twitch chat. “Thank you.”

y/n began running around the plot, randomly placing oak planks to make a frame for their house. They tossed Charlie some planks, allowing him to help build up the home. They continued beholding for another half an hour, allowing y/n to have a gorgeous one story home with room for storage and supplies.

“Thanks for all your help today.”

“Of course! Do I get to see you again?”

y/n smiled, glancing over at discord to make sure they’d requested to be friends with Charlie. “Of course! I’ll see you around the server?”

y/n and Charlie saw each other quite often around the server. y/n logged on, Charlie was there. They’d spend hours in the game mining together, building structures, hunting. It went on months of them interacting in streams and lore exclusively.

“You can’t do this Quackity.” y/n spoke slowly. They’d been practicing the recording for this lore for weeks now, and thank god it wasn’t live. “I trust you, and I’m glad we’re friends, but this? Burning it all? What will that do for you. What will any of this do for you?”

“I know you haven’t been here as long, but this is my fucking country. It’s my fucking war. Who the hell are you to think you have any understanding of this? And ideas?”

“Because this isn’t how it works. This isn’t going to work. How many times have you tried this and it just hasn’t happened or you? I don’t know, maybe think about Schlatt? Or Technoblade?”

Quackity froze, being eerily silent. y/n glanced over at the script, making sure nothing was missed. “How do you know about that? Who told you about that?” Quackity’s character ran forward with a diamond sword in hand. “That is none of your business.”

“It’s none of your business how I know.” y/n backed away from Quackity as he walked closer. “I may not have been here long but I have friends.”

“What friends you have-“ he paused, realization setting in. “You have Slime. My friend.”

Quackity came at y/n swinging, they tried to fight back, blocking with a shield and iron sword. “Quackity enough! This isn’t what you want! Quackity please-“

y/n stopped, holding a breath and muting their mic. Quackity had landed the final blow, taking their first cannon life. They moved slightly away from their set up, making sure to not touch any keys. They knew Quackity was still recording, and Charlie’s part was coming soon.

Quackity panted. Taking a shaky breath. “Fuck. Okay. God I can’t believe-“ y/n waited expectantly. Quackity’s pause meant that he saw Charlie. “Oh. Hey bud.”

“Quackity from Las Nevadas.” Charlie almost sounded like he was crying. “What did you do?”

“Slime, you don’t understand, they knew more than they should-“

“So you killed them?” Quackity was quiet. y/n silently cheered to themselves, proud of both Charlie and Quackity’s acting. “You- you took my friend. You took my friend away and- are they coming back? Is y/n coming back?”

“Slime, I took one life. It doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. They didn’t care about Las Nevadas, not like we do.” y/n could hear Quackity’s character moving from his audio in the discord call. “It’s you and me Slime, my best friend.”

“No.”

“No?” y/n looked over the shared script, searching for what part was happening. They hadn’t read this far ahead. “What do you mean no?”

“I cared about y/n. They were my friend. This is not how you treat a friend.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know Quackity. I know.”

Charlie and Quackity came to a halt, waiting a moment before speaking again. “That was great!” y/n exited the Minecraft world, turning their full attention to the discord call. Quackity had his camera on, smiling, but Charlie still kept his camera off. “Was there anything else to record today?”

“No that’s it.” There was some clicking from Quackity’s end. “Thanks again. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

Quackity exited the discord call, leaving Charlie and y/n in silence. Charlie cleared his throat, turning on his camera. His room was lit by just the lights behind his set up, casting his shadow over the shelves of stuffed toys and collectibles behind him. “Hey.”

“Hey!” y/n felt their face grow warm slightly. “I didn’t realize there was that much more to the script.”

“Yeah.”

y/n chewed the inside of their cheek. It almost sounded like Charlie was disappointed. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

“I just-“ Charlie paused, resting his chin on his propped-up hands. “What do we do now? I don’t want to stop playing minecraft with you.”

“Charlie we don’t have to stop. Just because the lore goes one way doesn’t mean that we can’t interact.”

“But continuity-“

“You’re thinking like DnD.” y/n smiled gently at him. “If you still want to play together we can, it’ll just be like a secret. Or we can do our own lore. I’m sure if we talk to everyone about it me and you can write something.” Charlie didn’t say anything, and they frowned. “Is there something else?”

“I kind wish they didn’t kill you so early. I’ve still got my lives.”

“Maybe Quackity will kill you next.”

“That’s not-“ Charlie huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I like the character dynamic. I like us interacting. I like us.”

y/n paused, their face burning. They’d be lying if they said they hadn’t thought about the dynamic between themself and Charlie. The clips of them talking on late night streams. The fan-art all over Twitter. The edits recommended to them on Instagram. Hell, they thought about it even without seeing any prompted content. Charlie was on their mind most of the day. They’d constantly find themselves checking twitch to see if he was live or discord to see if he was active. Charlie had become a constant in y/n’s life and they indulged themself in it. “I like the dynamic too.”

“Well we don’t have that dynamic if you stop being part of Las Nevadas. There isn’t us.”

“Charlie, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been— fucking— I’ve been using this stupid server to get closer to you. I thought that maybe you liked us the way that I liked us and I- I don’t know what I’m doing now.” Charlie rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I just didn’t want you to go.”

“Charlie I’m not going anywhere. I like us too.”

“You do?” Charlie perked up a bit, seeming more enthusiastic.

“Just cause we write lore doesn’t mean it affects us. Here, watch this.” y/n went onto the shared script, hoping Charlie still had it open, and began to type. They wrote about how y/n would possibly live alone in the woods on the outskirts of Las Nevadas, staying close to Charlie.

They could see Charlie smile on the other end of the call, then emit the sound of keys tapping. y/n watched as the words appeared on the page: Charlie tells y/n how he feels.

y/n gasped and turned back to the discord call. “I wanted to tell you soon. I guess I didn’t realize how upset the recording would make me.”

“Charlie, how long have you had a crush on me?”

“Uh, remember your first day?” y/n nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Probably about there.”

y/n turned back to the shared document, typing furiously. “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

Charlie smiled widely at the words; y/n returns his affection. He smiled at the discord call, resting his face in his hands. “Well then, what’s next for our lore darling?”

y/n chuckled, going back to open minecraft. “Help me make a new house.”

“Only if my bed can be next to yours.”

“Deal.”

They could hear Charlie tapping on his keyboard as he loaded in the game. “I know we haven’t met in person, but I’m serious. I like you.”

“And I’m serious. I like you too.” y/n looked at Charlie’s character on their screen. “It does kind of suck we’ve never met but that doesn’t mean-“

“I bought a ticket.”

“W-what? What kind of ticket?”

“A plane ticket. For next week. I mean if that’s okay. I can still cancel it.”

“No! I mean yes. I’d be delighted to have you come over Charlie.” y/n felt their smile soften.

“Can I still have a bed then?”

“Yes!” y/n laughed, going back to the game. They placed two beds side-by-side in the open air. “How’s this?”

“Better.” Charlie’s character went to stand on one of the beds. “Maybe we can write something different- oh.”

y/n looked at the document. Quackity had left them a comment on their new writing, telling them to flirt elsewhere. “Well, I guess he had a point.”

“Back to the game then darling?”

y/n smiled bashfully at the nickname. “Back to the game.”

[a03bkdk]

no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

((smut-14130-1/1))

Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

((10473-1/1))

There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

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So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

--

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

[viking-raider]

Southern Generation - Part V

Summary: The morning after Lily and Sy’s night in the barn, the magic doesn’t last as long as they both hope, but neither does the darkness that falls over the farm.

Pairing: Syverson/OFC

Word Count: 8,274

Warnings: M - Language, Violence, Attempted Kidnapping, Blood, Protective!Sy, Mentions and Light Smut, Fluff, Angst, Flu/Cold, Soft!Sy, Trypanophobia

Inspiration: I always wanted to write a Sy story.

Author’s Note: Thank you to @wondersofdreaming​ for all the love and support.

A harsh and wet sounding cough filled the bedroom, making Lily curl up on herself, shivering, and groaning as her body throbbed under the mound of blankets Sy had covered her up with, when her first round of coughs woke him, mid-morning.

“I'm here.” Sy called, coming into the room with a cup of steaming hot tea and a small saucer of dry toast for her. “Here.” He whispered, setting the cup and plate on the nightstand and fished Lily out of her blankets, then fluffed some pillows behind her back so she was comfortable, when she sat up.

“Thanks.” Lily replied, her voice weak and raspy.

“You're welcome.” He replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she nibbled on the toast. “Do you have any cold medicine?” He asked, going into the master bathroom, to open the medicine cabinet.

“I don't think so.” She answered, hoarsely.

Sy frowned into the open cabinet, drumming his fingers against the door and tapping his foot on the worn, black and white penny tile floor, trying to make a decision and calculation, before making up his mind and swung the cabinet door closed.

“All right, I'm gonna shoot over to store and pick up some cold medicine for you, maybe a bag of cough lozenges too. I know your throat must be killing you by how raspy your voice is.” He said, standing beside the bed and gently pressed his palm to her flushed and sweaty forehead. “Yeah.” He nodded, pressing his lips together.

“Do you need anything before I leave?” He asked, staring down at her, tenderly.

Shaking her head, Lily rubbed her goose-bumped and shivering arms. Frowning a bit more, Sy moved around to his side of the bed, nicking his hoodie off the back of a chair, and held it out to her with a gentle smile. Letting out a soft huff through her nose and smiling back, Lily took the black garment from him and slipped it on. Sy kissed the top of her head and went downstairs, grabbing his keys off the small table by the door in the entryway and left for the store, fifteen minutes away.

Lily nibbled on the last bland triangle of toast and was about to wash it down with the few remaining sips of her warm tea, when Aika started barking downstairs, making Lily sigh. It was a common occurrence, Aika loved lounging on the window seat in the living room and would go ballistic when she saw a squirrel, even more so, when the door was closed and she couldn't blow out of the screen door and chase after the poor, puff-tailed critter. She had told Sy, countless times, that he should just put a doggy door in either the front door or in both the front and the back doors for Aika, solving the issue of the German Shepherd barking and clawing at the door until it was opened for her.

But, even then, she would rush out onto the porch, scan for the squirrel, see it had disappeared and whine at her and Sy about it for the rest of the day, or until the next squirrel or chipmunk showed its plump face.

Throat far too sore and voice too weak, for Lily to yell out to Aika, she set her teacup aside and got out of bed, a strong shiver racing through her as her bare feet hit the cold floorboards. She had just made it out of her bedroom and into the hallway, when she heard distant whimper and Aika go eerily silent. Frowning, she slowly went down the stairs leading from the top floor into the kitchen, jumping in her skin and Sy's hoodie at a deafening slam that filled the otherwise quiet house.

The kitchen floor gently creaked under her feet as she slowly crossed it, to peek around the corner into the living room and entryway. Hugging herself against the wall, she didn't see anything. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the feel in the air was anything, but ordinary. Aika was nowhere in sight, and Lily didn't hear a peep from her. She knew it wasn't Sy either. He couldn't be back from the store yet, even if he was, Sy was a mountain of a man, his footfalls were always heavy as he bumped around the house, and he would have called out to her, announcing he was back home.

None of that was happening in the dead silent house.

Her hands started to shake and she felt lightheaded, gripping the wall to keep herself steady, tears blurring her eyes, as nausea filled her stomach. She knew what this silence was, it was a silence she had feared for almost ten years, a fear she had been slowly learning to forget, but had started to build around her again.

Lily climbed the two flights of stairs up to her and Jak's second floor apartment, lugging her heavy shoulder bag with her. She was returning from an early afternoon class, already tired and wishing she didn't have one more class later that afternoon as she slipped her key into the deadbolt and opened the door. She froze in the open door, taking a moment to figure out what was wrong. When she realized that the tv she had left on when she left that morning for her first class was off.

A cold shiver raced down her back with a shuddered breath as the apartment door slowly closed behind her. The apartment was silent without the tv going in the living room, which was never a good sign. Usually, when Lily returned from her early afternoon classes, the tv was still on the news or whatever channel she had left it on when she left that morning.

On the days the tv was off, when she got home?

“Where've you been, Bunny?” Jak's voice asked as he entered the living room, arms crossed over his chest and looking cross.

“Hey there, Bunny.” A familiar voice chuckled behind her.

Lily yelped and spun around, pressing her back against the wall. “Jak.” She whimpered, looking up at him.

Jak was different from the last time she had seen him in Richmond, four years prior. He was still tall and lean, eight-ish centimeters shorter and nearly twenty kg lighter than Sy was. His ash blonde hair was pulled up into a bun and the sides of his head were shaved, his cheeks stubbly and his bottle-green eyes boring into her, like a power drill. The last time Lily had seen him, he had the traditional boy cut and his face was smooth, the camouflage of a good, church going boy.

But, there wasn't a trace of that boy now, that façade had broken away to the true monster residing inside the man, Jakson Abernathy, had turned into.

“I've missed you so much, Bunny.” He said soft, reaching out and gently brushed the knuckle of his forefinger against her flushed and feverish cheek, then brought it to his lips, licking off the tear he had collected.

Lily gulped, the agony of her sore throat forgotten in her panicked fright, facing him. “Please, Jak.” She pleaded with him, her voice a soft and raspy whine. “Just go. We don't have to do this. You don't have to do this.” She told him, hands twisting up in the pouch of Sy's hoodie.

“Move on.”

Jak snapped forward in a burst of rage, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her to the wall, the back of her head thumping against it with a hard smack. “Move on!” He roared, spittle flying from his lips and hitting her face. “Move on! I've been looking for your ungrateful ass for five years and the only thing you have to say to me is, move on.”

Lily's lips started to change color as the pressure of his hand around her throat increased, her arms shot out and gripped his arm, digging and scratching at his forearm and struggling against him, black and bright spots flashing in her eyes.

“I'll move on, when we get back home.” Jak told her, his thumb moving out to wipe across her lips.

“No, I'm n-not going w-with yo-u.” She choked, struggling to breath.

“Yes, you are.” He growled, nails breaking the skin of her neck. “You belong to me, since the day I met you, you've been mine. You think that fucking caveman loves you?” He taunted her. “You think him fucking your little cunt means he loves you, you're a fucking idiot. He's just fuckin' you for room and board, once he gets his fill and bored of you, he'll skip out.”

“But, me?” He brought his face closer to hers, their lips brushing. “I will always love you, Bunny. I will always come and find you, take you back home, where you belong. I'm the only one for you.”

Lily tried jerking her head sideways, away from his lips, but only earned a punch to the gut, knocking the teeny bit of air left in her body out.

“You always make shit so complicated.” Jak grunted, between gritted teeth. “Some things never change.” He berated her, shaking his head and about to strike her again, when the crackle and pop of tires on the driveway up to the house reached them.

“Fuck.” He hissed, hearing a car door slam, knowing Sy had returned from town.

Sy searched the cold and flu aisle of the small Celina store, trying to figure out which one would be best for her. “Why do you need eighty products that do the same thing?” He mumbled to himself, looking between the liquid and the pill form of the medicines. “Liquid would be easier for her to swallow, though, with her sore throat.” He reasoned, finally picking a product, then grabbed a bag of cough lozenges, even stopping to grab a bottle of her favorite juice, before heading for the check out line.

He sighed, impatiently shifting foot to foot, as the long line slowly progressed. He glanced at the other two open cashier lines, but they were even longer than his, making him growl, wanting to get back home to Lily already, before he froze, realizing what he was feeling. Lily and her place had become home to him. A real home. More of a home to him than his apartment in Austin or the place where he grew up with his parents. He felt like he belonged there with her and Aika, as if the three of them had created their own little family on the rag-tag farm.

So, when he finally got through the line and paid for his items, he rushed back home to her.

Quickly searching the kitchen, Jak grabbed a knife from the knife block on the kitchen counter beside them, then changed his hand from her throat to the back of her hair, turning her around and pressing her back against his chest. They stood in the kitchen, the tip of the knife pressed into Lily's throat, while they heard the screen door open and Sy's cautious footfalls step into the entryway.

“Lily?” Sy called out, his body tensing. “Aika!” He slowly set the grocery bag down on the floor, his nerve endings coming to life. “Hello?” He barked, his jaw tight, instinct telling him something was deeply off.

Jak pushed Lily forward, moving with her to stand in the entryway of the kitchen and living room, his and Sy's eyes meeting. Both men looked each other over, squaring each other off, trying to find their weaknesses and strengths, whether they could successfully take each other on; and win. Sy was purely confident he could take Jak out, but what he wasn't sure of, was if he could get to Jak before he hurt Lily with that knife he was gripping.

“So, you're him.” Sy said, his eyes hard and locked onto Jak, his blood was pumping and his hands were clenched into such tight fists, his knuckles were white.

“I am.”

Sy nodded, pressing his lips together. “If I were you, I'd let her go.”

“And if I were you, I would take yourself back out to your truck and leave this place.” Jak replied, motioning out the living room window to Sy's truck. “She's mine, caveman.”

Sy chuckled. “I don't think so, boy.” He grinned, taking a step forward.

“Ah!” Jak barked, taking a step back and pressing the tip of the knife harder into Lily's neck, a bead of blood trickled down and disappeared into the neck of Sy's hoodie. “Unless you want both of us to lose her, you'll back off.”

“I'm no-”

“Just listen to him, Sy.” Lily cried, gulping and whimpering.

“Lily.” Sy shook his head at her, trying to keep a handle on himself, for her safety.

“Please, Austin.” She begged him, a wash of tears streaming down her face and neck. “Please, just go.”

“I'm not leaving you with this prick.” Sy barked, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

“You are, so just leave.” Lily told him. “I love him.” She sniffled, reaching back to grab Jak's shirt.

“Lily.” He barked, shocked.

“Don't worry about him, Bunny.” Jak cooed into her ear, but was grinning victoriously at Sy. “We're leaving here.” He said, slowly backing them into the kitchen and out the door.

Sy stood in the entryway breathing heavily and rocking on his heels as rage and confusion coursed through his body, but his breathing quicken and his mind became laser focused, causing him to snap into action. Going into a drawer in the living room, he pulled out the safety case the gun was in, opened it, and ran out the back door after them. Sy made it out the back door in time to see Jak dragging Lily towards an abandoned field to the right side of her property.

Running in that direction, he hopped over the porch rail to cut down time on reach them.

Making it a couple yards behind them, Sy could see where Jak had been hiding out while he'd been tormenting Lily. There was an old barn in the field from a bygone farm on the property beside Lily's. So, he slowed down, watching as Jak dragged Lily towards the decapitated barn by the wrist, the kitchen knife was in his other hand. Biting his lip, Sy stopped and pulled back the slide on the Taurus, taking very careful aim, he took several deep breaths, calming and slowing his breathing and heart rate, before squeezing the trigger. A loud pop rang out in the air and the bullet clipped Jak in the thigh, causing him to let go of Lily and the knife and drop to the ground.

Surprised, Lily looked back and saw Sy standing there, dropping the arm he was holding the weapon with and motioned to her with the other. Without hesitation, Lily broke out into a run, sprinting straight towards Sy, all but colliding with him and knocking them both to the ground. Sy hugged her, pressing his lips to her forehead, then pushed her behind him, as Jak struggled on the ground, cursing and swearing.

“You son of a whore!” Jak spat, rolling over, and pressing a hand to the seeping red patch on his jeans. “I'll fucking kill both of you!”

Sy's body, tight as a piano wire, suddenly relaxed and he took a step forward, but Lily clutched at his shirt. He looked back at her, giving her a reassuring expression, before approaching Jak, who continued to writhe in pain.

“Listen carefully.” Sy growled at him.

“No!” Jak roared, pointing a bloody finger at Sy, his face pale and angry. “You fuckin' listen! I'm going to make your lives hell! I'm going to fucking—whoa!!” He shrieked as Sy let off another round into the dirt beside him, getting his full attention.

“As I was saying.” Sy barked, his body stiff again. “Listen carefully.” He hissed, teeth gritted together. “I have a lot of friends in very high places, that if I kill you, they will help me erase your weaselly little fucking existence off the face of this god damned planet.” He told him, heatedly.

“She's mine. My girl.” He said, pointing back at Lily.

“So, if you're don't to get your ass out of this town, out of this state, and if you ever look for her again, let alone think about her, I will hunt you down and finish you off.” Sy told him, towering above the other man, and lowering his head to keep his eyes on Jak's.

“Do we understand each other?”

Jak gulped, looking up at Sy, like a tiny mouse cornered by a Cougar, then glanced around him to Lily, who stood watching the two men, terrified and exhausted, unconsciously wiping her runny nose on the cuff of Sy's hoodie, but her eyes were on Sy. It was in that moment that Jak realized that as fearful as Lily was, it wouldn't override her knowledge that Sy would protect her with his life, making his use of it to manipulate her, null and void. His grip on her was gone, he was nothing but a ghost, fading and being replaced.

His eyes shifted back to Sy. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Sy snapped. “Now, I don't care if you have to crawl, hop or limp, but I want you gone.”

Struggling for a moment, Jak managed to pull himself up, carefully balancing on his feet for a moment, before turning on his good leg, then limping and shuffling away from them, towards the dilapidated barn, where his car was hidden. Sy didn't move from his spot or relax, even as the 2013 Honda left the structure, tires kicking up dirt and dust as he tore down the neglected drive, blowing out of the gateless driveway onto the road with a loud screech. It was only when the car and its sound disappeared that Sy relaxed, flicking on the gun's safety with his thumb and pushed it into the waistband of his jeans, then turned towards Lily. Taking two steps to close the gap between them and collecting her in his arms, Sy scooped Lily up and head back towards their house, only stopping once they were back inside the living room and dropped onto the couch, with her in his lap.

Lily let out a weak breath into his chest, tears dripping down her face and arms locked around his neck. Sy pressed his cheek to her hair, his own chest tight with emotions, and squeezed his eyes shut, tears dripping from his dark lashes.

“Aika.” Lily whimpered, pulling back, wiping away her and Sy's tears.

“Oh shit.” Sy panted back, glancing side to side, alarmed, letting Lily get up and stood. “Aika!” He called out.

Both of them paused, listening quietly, then looked at each other, hearing pitiful whines and whimpers coming from the entryway. Having heard a door slam after Jak had entered the house and not seeing Aika, but clearly hearing her whines, Lily knew there could only be one place for the German Shepherd to be and rushed to the coat closet in the hallway, yanking the door open.

“Oh, good lord.” She gasped, finding the dog inside the closet, front and back paws were taped together, as was her muzzle. “My poor baby.” She cooed, dropping to her hands and knees, gingerly peeling the tape from around Aika's mouth.

“That fuck.” Sy barked, standing behind Lily, and seeing what Jak had done to his beloved Aika, hating him even more for hurting his girls. “Here.” He said, kneeling down beside Lily, and removing a small, folding knife that was clipped to his belt, then carefully cut the tape wrapped around Aika's legs.

Lily removed the tape from around her paws the best she could without causing Aika anymore discomfort and pain. “Oh, I know, such a sweet girl.” Lily murmured, as Aika got up, licking at her and Sy's faces, her shaggy tail beating against the walls of the closet. “I'll give you the entire container of treats, promise.”

Sy chuckled softly, gently petting Aika, relieved that both Lily and the German Shepherd were safe and sound again, and for the most part, unharmed. “Let me see your neck.” He said, cupping her chin between his fingers and turning her head to look at the nick and line of dry blood on her neck. “It's nothing too bad, but I should clean it up.” He told her, standing, then helped her up to her feet.

Grabbing the bag that had been discarded and forgotten on the entryway floor, Sy went upstairs with Lily, Aika close behind them. Setting the bag down on the bed and taking her into the bathroom, he easily moved about the small space. Sy had become familiar with the master bathroom in the few weeks he had started sleeping with Lily in her room, as she helped him combat his nightmares. He grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from the medicine cabinet and squeezed some of it on a fluffy, white cotton ball, then turned his careful attention onto her. Gently lifting her chin and dabbing at the cut, making Lily hiss and bite her lip, he gave her a sweet and sympathetic look, cleaning away the dry and flaky blood.

“There, all better.” He smiled, tossing the bloody cotton ball into the bin.

“Thank you.” Lily smiled, before subsiding into a coughing fit.

Sy snapped back into the reality before Jak rocked their usually peaceful life, recalling why he had left the house in the first place, going to grab the bag off the bed and brought it back to her, taking out the bottle of cold and flu medicine. Tearing the safety seal off, Sy poured the nasty looking green syrup into the clear, plastic measuring cup and held it out to her. Lily's face twisted with disgusted, shivering, but she took it from him and quickly downed it.

“Ew, that is so nasty.” She laughed, nervously, setting the cup down.

“As long as it works.” Sy replied, closing the bottle.

“I thought you were going to kill him.” Lily whispered as she sat down on the bed.

Sy stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, biting his lip and pushing his jaw forward, slowly nodding his head as he thought about it. He thought he was going to end up killing Jak too. He had thought a lot about what he would do if, and when, he met Jak in person, ever since he answered his call and Lily told him about their history, over a week ago. He had pictured beating him to a pulp, killing him and just giving him a good talking too; making a point that Lily was no longer his.

But, even Sy knew, you don't know how you'll react to a situation until it happens.

“I thought I would kill him too.” He admitted out loud, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed, beside her. “Part of me wanted too.” He added with a soft sigh.

“But, then he would have taken you from me.”

Sy reached out and took her hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over her wrist. “My life would be an equal trade for your safety, Lily.”

“But, not for my happiness.” She countered, lifting a brow at him.

Their eyes met and Sy smiled at her, leaning forward to gently kiss her.

“Rest.” He whispered against her lips. “It's all over now.”

Lily sighed softly, then chuckled, feeling Sy's heavy palm press down on her belly. “So vain.” She giggled, splaying her legs open and resting her ankles on his calves.

“Am I?” He chuckled back, feeling himself moving inside of her.

“You're always pressing your hand to my abdomen, when we have sex. Always enjoying the feel of that fat cock inside of me.” She told him, locking her dainty hand around his thick wrist as his hand stayed on her stomach. “I don't know who takes more pleasure in it, me or you.”

“Both of us.” Sy laughed, leaning over and gently kissed her.

Sy wiped his sweaty forehead on the sleeve of his painting coveralls and took a step back, lowering the long handled paint roller into the roller pan, that was filled with moth gray paint that he and Lily had picked out to paint the house with, accented by slate blue shutters, dark stained porch support posts and a white door.

“It's looking good, Bear.” Lily said, stepping out onto the porch, carrying a glass of iced tea.

“Thanks, Angel.” Sy smiled, carefully setting the roller down and took the glass from her. “Hopefully, I'll be done soon, and I'll start putting up the roofing.” He told her, between sips. “Do you want to see it?” He asked her, setting the cool glass on the porch rail.

“Sure.” Lily nodded, pressing her lips together and gulping down a sudden nauseous ump in her throat, before following Sy around the other side of the house and off the porch, towards the barn, where the roofing material was stored.

Sy pushed open the barn door, smiling as it glided on its rollers, he had replaced and greased the track, so when the roofing material was delivered it would be easier for him and the delivery men to get in and out of the structure with the heavy boxes. Entering the barn, Sy opened one of the cardboard flaps to the roofing materials and showed Lily what was inside.

“I thought the black would accent well with all the other colors we have going with the house.” He started to explain to her.

“Is it metal?” She asked, reaching out and touching it, finding it cool under her fingertips.

“They are.” Sy nodded, smiling at her. “They last longer than asphalt shingles, you know, the shingles that normally go on houses. But, they're lighter than tile or slate. I also know you love the sound of the rain and hail on the barn's roof, and it's metal, so, I thought you'd enjoy it in the house too.” He told her, proud of his methods. “I'll insulate the roofing a bit. so it won't be so loud, when we get a really bad storm.”

Lily smiled, incredibly touched by Sy's thoughtfulness, as she often was. “Thank you.” She replied, moving over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight for a moment, until the strong smell of the paint on his coveralls hit her nose and went straight to her stomach. “Oh god.” She gasped, whining, and tore away from him.

Racing out the barn door and skidding around the corner, Lily doubled over and spilled her guts, puking and wrenching into the tall grass and weeds growing alongside the barn wall. Sy's hot hand pressed to the small of her back, concerned, as she continued to dry heave for several more moments.

“You all right?” He asked, rubbing her back and making sure her hair wasn't in her face.

“Yeah.” She nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up. “I just think all the paint fumes are getting to me.”

Nodding and letting out a slow breath, Sy walked back into the house with her and brought the portable fan into the living room, hoping to reduce the strength of the paint smell in the room for her, seeing how pale she was.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked, bringing her a glass of water.

“Yeah, I'll be fine, Bear.” She replied, slowly sipping the water.

“Okay.” Sy nodded, chewing on the corner of his lip. “I'm going to try and finish this side of the house by the end of the day. If you need anything, just call. All right?”

Lily smiled up at him. “All right, Sy.”

Smiling back at her, Sy kissed her temple and went back out onto the porch. Lily sat on the couch for a little while longer, pressing her hands to her face, tired and her stomach still acting up, the smell of paint wasn't as strong with the windows open and the fan blowing, but it was still lingering. So, she went upstairs to the master bedroom, where the air was clear. She dropped on the bed and picked up her phone, figuring the hormonal change from her upcoming period was causing her to be nauseous, and opened a period tracking app she used.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasped, seeing the date on the tracker, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, foot tapping with nervous and antsy energy. “Fuck it.” She snapped, jumping to her feet and went back downstairs, swiping her keys off their hook.

“Where's the fire?” Sy asked, as Lily breezed out the front door.

“I'm just going into town.” She replied, biting her lip.

“All right.” Sy answered, turning back to the section he was painting. “Wait.” He froze, just processing what she said to him. “What?” He squeaked, turning back towards her.

Lily's mouth worked for a moment, flustered. “I'm...going into town.” She repeated, slowly.

Sy set down the paint roller. “Do you want me to go with you?” He asked, eyes scanning her, he could tell something had her distressed, but couldn't put his paint covered finger on it.

“No.” She shook her head, and took a deep breath. “I know you want to finish this, and I think I can do it.” She told him, feeling a slow confidence wrap around her anxiety of going into town by herself for the first time since she came to Celina, nearly five years before.

“As long as you're sure.” Sy replied, regarding her, a soft light of pride in her glowing in his blue eyes.

“I am.” Lily nodded, smiling at him, even more fortified by his pride. “I'm no longer afraid of what's out there, like I used to be.”

“I'm proud of you, Angel.” Sy cooed, beaming at her.

“Thanks, Bear.” Lily blushed, shyly brushing her hair behind her ears.

“Hey, since you're heading out that way, could you get me another roller?” He asked, looking down at the one he had been using.

“Sure, do you need a specific kind?”

“Yeah, a roller with a three-fourths nap.”

“Three-fourths nap, noted.” Lily replied, committing it to memory. “Anything else?”

“Nope.” He shook his head, giving her a quick kiss, before she stepped off the porch and got into her usually unused car.

Lily let out a deep breath as she pulled off her property, her heart thundered in her chest as she approached the small town, nervous about why she was going out there to start with and what the residences would say when they saw her out and about on her own, she knew they would whisper and talk, especially when they saw the items she bought. Lily contemplated going over to the next town of Prosper to get the items, not wanting the gossip to be running rampant around Celina by morning, but shrugged it off.

“Let them talk.” She said, pulling into the parking lot. “It won't change anything.”

Going into the hardware store first, Lily got the paint roller Sy had asked her to get and dropped it in the car, before going into the grocery store for what she had gone out for.

“Hey, Ms. Lily!”

“Hey, Travis.” Lily smiled at the teen.

“You're out and about!” He grinned at her, abandoning his spot at the end of a cash register, where he was supposed to be helping bag groceries, to walk with her.

“I am.” She chuckled at him, biting her lip and blushing.

“Are you trying to overcome your fear or something?” He inquired, tilting his head at her.

“Something like that.” She replied, offering him a sweet smile.

“I'm glad.” Travis smiled back at her, really looking proud of her. “You really deserve to live life to the fullest.” He told her, with a sweet earnest.

“Thank you, Travis.” Lily chuckled, gently touching his arm.

“Marlowe!” A voice barked, startling them both into looking behind them. “Bags.” A heavy set man in a creased pair of slacks and white polo shirt snapped, pointing at the checkout stand Travis had walked away from.

“Sorry, Mr. Gillis.” Travis replied, sheepishly. “I was just giving Ms. Lily aisle directions. The Tylenol is on aisle seven.” He said, looking back at Lily.

“Thanks, Travis. You're a lifesaver.” Lily replied, going along with it.

Travis winked at her and went back to his job and Lily went on her way, weaving around until she found the aisle she was looking for, finding three different types of the product she was looking for and was unsure which would be the best to use. So, she grabbed one of each and started for check out, but back tracked and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol, before going to pay for her items. Thankfully, Travis wasn't upfront, when she got up there, causing her heart to slow down, greatly, in her chest. Even though, the cashier gave her a knowing glance as she rang Lily up, but Lily pretended to not see it, staring at the headline of a magazine beside the register.

Returning home, Lily crammed the three boxes into her bag, before getting out of the car, and Sy was still working on the porch. He turned his attention to her, smiling as she stepped up onto the porch with him, holding out the new roller brush to him.

“Thanks.” He said, taking it from her. “How'd it go?” He asked.

“It went really well.” Lily smiled, her anxiety level starting to go down again, but was still anxious. “I ran into Travis.” She chuckled.

“Oh, how did that go?” Sy laughed back.

“He got in trouble with his boss, but he's a good kid.” She smiled, jiggling her bag of Tylenol.

“Is that what you went for?” Sy asked, lifting a brow at the bag.

“More or less.”

“Hm.” He hummed, pressing his lips together. “Well, I'm glad you did it, I knew you could.”

“Thanks, Bear.” Lily smiled, pushing up on her toes and kissed him on the lips. “I'll get dinner started soon.”

“Good, I'm starved.” He replied against her mouth.

“Always and forever.” Lily teased him, giggling, then went inside.

With Sy still distracted with the porch, Lily went upstairs and closed herself inside the master bathroom, dumping the three boxes onto the sink counter and letting out a shaky breath, glancing at herself in the mirror.

“Here goes nothing.” She sighed, tearing open the boxes and read their instructions. “Seems easy enough.” She talked to herself, trying to keep her nerves under control, pausing when she heard whining outside the bathroom door. “Come on, quick.” She whispered, opening the door for Aika, then closed it behind her.

“You wanna take this for me?” Lily quipped, holding up one of the test sticks. “I didn't think so.” She huffed, when Aika just stared up at her. “It was worth the ask.” She babbled, nervously, before working up the nerve to take two of them.

She nervously paced the bathroom, chewing on her lip or on her fingernails, trying to figure out a way to tell Sy if either of them came out positive. If they didn't, it was easy not to tell him, there wouldn't be a need to, it was just her own silly paranoia. Maybe her tracker was just off, she was bad at remembering to update the thing after her periods ended and things had been crazy around that time, dealing with Jak. But, what if her tracker was right, what if she was really a week late. Ever since their first time in the barn during the storm, Lily and Sy enjoyed having sex with each other every chance they got, for God's sake, they had sex up against the kitchen table the night before, while they were supposed to be making dinner, only to end up burning it and having to call out of pizza instead.

There were so many moments in the last month that could have ended up with Lily being at this point, that it was nearly impossible to say which one it was.

The five minute timer on Lily's phone started to ring and she tapped it off, but still didn't have the courage to look at the two sticks balanced on the sink's edge. Pressing a hand over her eyes and stepping up to the counter, Lily counted to five under her breath, then yanked her hand away from her eyes, quickly looking down before her spur of the moment courage failed her again and felt her stomach drop.

“Oh fucking shit.” She snapped, despite the grin on her face.

Staring at the tests for a moment longer, Lily opened the bathroom door and walked down the hall, to the main staircase, that was closest to the front door, but froze. A chill of fright filling her, what if Sy wasn't happy about the results, what if he freaked out and left or worse.

“No.” Lily shook her head, pushing that fear down. “Not my Bear.” She said, gulping. “Austin.” She called down the stairs to him.

There was a quiet moment, before the screen door opened and slammed shut again.

“Yeah?” Sy called back up the stairs to her.

“I need you to come up here.” Lily replied, biting her lip and taking a calming breath.

Sy's heavy footsteps came up the stairs, then he appeared before her, brows lifted in question. “What's up, Sugar butt?”

Lily motioned down the hall with her head, then moved back into the bedroom. Sy smirked, his step picking up a bit, figuring she was in a mood, and was more than happy to oblige her. But, he frowned at her, when she stopped beside the bathroom door and pointed inside of it, her eyes meeting his. Blinking once at her, Sy stepped into the bathroom, figuring now, that something had broken and she needed him to fix it, but what he found wasn't anything that was broken.

Far from it.

Sy's eyes instantly found the two used pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter, one of them showing two noticeable blue lines and the other one with the clear word, pregnant, in their indication windows. His mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide with surprise and shock, his brain going blank for a moment, unable to compute anything more than those two positive tests, before looking at Lily.

“You're sure?”

“I took two for a reason.” She replied, stared back at him, just as wide eyed. “I have a third, but I didn't think there would be a need for it, if the first two were the same result.” She explained, licking her lips.

Sy turned on his heels and strode over Lily, who spooked slightly, taking a step back from him, unsure how he was reacting, despite trying to reassure herself he wouldn't be angry about it. But, Sy caught her up in his arms and picked her up clean off her feet, nearly crushing her in his thick arms and against his chest, spinning her in a circle and burying his face into her neck, smiling and laughing, overjoyed, beyond belief.

“So, you're not angry?” Lily asked, holding onto him.

“Are you kidding me?” Sy laughed, pulling back and looking her in the face, beaming with tears in his eyes. “How could I ever be angry?” He asked her, like it was the most absurd thing in the world. “I love you, Lily, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, setting her back down on her feet and brushed his fingers through her hair, tenderly.

“I, sure as hell, want to have kids with you.” He told her, sincerely, cupping her face in his hands.

“I do too.” She whispered back, overcome with relief and joy, and grasped his wrists.

With the two pregnancy tests reading positive, Lily called the closest OBGYN in the area, which was twenty minutes away in the town of McKinney, and made an appointment with them for the earliest availability, which was three days later.

“I was thinking.” Sy said, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel as he drove them to the appointment.

“Oh?” Lily replied, looking up from the ultra-soft, dove colored, yarn in her lap.

“I want to give up my apartment in Austin, and permanently stay out here with you and the baby.” He told her, glancing at her for a moment, smiling at the baby blanket she had started to crochet the night before.

“I already thought you were here permanently?” Lily chuckled, eyes sparkling at him. “Place in Austin or not.” She said, eyes turning back to her needlework.

Sy reached across the center console and gently took her hand in his. “You have no idea, how much you have made that farm a home for me. How much you've become home to me.”

Lily gripped his hand tighter, feeling the deep emotion of the moment. “I feel the same, Austin.” She whispered back, tears filling her eyes and spilling over, dripping onto the yarn. “So much, the same.”

They made it to the building Lily's new doctor worked out of and signed in for their appointment, filling out paperwork, while they waited for their turn to go back. Both of them were nervous and excited about the appointment, to find out more about the baby and what life would be like from here on out. Sy wanted to know what the gender was, but knew that wouldn’t happen for several more weeks, while Lily just hoped she wouldn't have any major complications during the pregnancy, her nausea was already starting to get more frequent, having been woken up early that morning to rush into the bathroom to throw up.

“Ms. Moore?” A nurse called out.

Lily and Sy stood up and the nurse showed them into the back, pausing for a moment to hold out a small urine sample cup to Lily.

“There's a bathroom two doors down, on the left, fill it to the line, and when you're done, leave it on the little counter in there, then I'll show you both to the exam room.” She explained to Lily.

“Okay.”

Lily nodded, a slight shake in her hand as she took the cup from her and went down to the bathroom, doing as she was told. It took Lily a moment to get going, her excitement and nerves taking up so much of her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a shaky breath, her mind flashing back and forth between every conceivable scenario between her, Sy and the baby. Her belly growing rounder than a ripe watermelon in summer, Sy finished up the house and working on a nursery, while she crocheted the blanket. The patter of feet in the house, the sound of laughs and barks in the yard as the baby and Aika played together.

But, also the fear of Sy suddenly deciding he didn't want a life with her and going back to Austin, leaving her to raise the baby on her own, or the absolute worst, losing the baby all together.

“Not going to happen.” She chanted under her breath. “He loves me.”

Taking several deep breaths, Lily managed to fill the cup to the line, secured the lid on it and set it down on the small shelf screwed into the wall across from the toilet, before washing her hands and going back out into the hall to join Sy and the nurse.

The nurse smiled at her and showed her and Sy into a sweet little exam room, where Lily took a seat on the table, letting the nurse take her vitals.

“The doctor will be right with you, Ms. Moore.”

“Thanks.” Lily smiled at her, legs gently swinging and hands clasped in her lap.

Sy stood in front of Lily, untangling her hands and held them in his, squeezing them as he felt them shake. “It'll be all right, Angel.” He cooed at her, pressing their hands to his chest and stood between her legs. “You're doing so good, my sweet thang.” He chuckled, starting to tease her a little bit, knowing it would lighten her mood.

Sy tried to cover his own worry and fear, wanting to look and be strong for Lily, knowing she was just as terrified as he was. He had wanted a family, a kid, for a long time, but not just a kid to have a kid for the sake of it, to have someone to carry on the bloodline and legacy. He wanted to have a kid with someone he loved, to have a life. To be someone more than Captain Austin Syverson of the U.S Army. To be, Austin Syverson, Father, Dad and husband, maybe even grandpa one day.

That had been Austin's dream.

And here was Lily, his beautiful, sweet Angel, who had saved him. He loved Lily with his entire soul, he would live for her and he would die for her, and now, she was carrying his daughter or son, proving him wrong, when he thought he couldn't love her anymore. Giving Sy one more thing on his bucket list. She gave him a purpose, she gave him a place to belong, and she gave him unconditional love and support. Lily made Sy feel wanted and complete. He couldn't think of anything more he wanted, but he had a feeling that Lily might give him more than what he expected.

“Snookums.” He laughed aloud.

“Oh god.” Lily laughed back, shaking her head at him, starting to feel better. “Watch yourself, Pooh Bear.” She teased him back, pressing her palms to his chest.

Sy rolled his eyes at her, leaning slightly forward and gently rubbed noses with her, with a soft knock on the room door and it opened, a short lady with smooth caramel skin and a white doctor's coat stepped into the room, smiling sweetly at both Lily and Sy.

“Hello.” She greeted them, extending her hand. “I'm Dr. Evers.”

“Hi.” Lily greeted her back and shook her hand. “Lily.” She smiled.

“Sy.” He replied, shaking her hand next.

“So, you're expecting?” Dr. Evers beamed at Lily, genuinely happy for them.

“Yeah.” Lily grinned, excited and shy. “I've been nauseous, which usually happens on my period.” She began to explain. “So, I was checking when my period was due to start, on a tracker I have on my phone, only to realize, I was nearly a week late.” She said, glancing over at Sy.

“I took two pregnancy tests and they both came back positive.”

“Great.” Evers nodded. “The urine test you took came back positive as well, but I'll also want to take a UPT test as well, to be extra sure.” She explained to Lily, just as the door opened again and the nurse came back in, pushing a small metal cart with two plastic tubes with rubber caps and a needle inside a sterile package.

Lily's hand instantly shot out for Sy's hand, eyes wild, gulping and paling slightly. Sy let her squeeze his hand as hard she wanted, while rubbing her back with his free hand, leaning in and pressing his lips to her temple. Lily, reluctantly, held her arm out to the nurse, who gently sterilized the inside bend of her elbow and took out the needle, that had a thin tube and cap-like object attached to it, that she slotted one of the test tubes into, before skillfully inserting the needle into Lily's arm.

“See, not so bad.” Sy smiled at Lily's soft hiss, watching her rich blood fill up the tube, and gently pet her hair. “Proud of you.” He added, softly.

The nurse filled both tubes, removed the needle and covered the injection site, smiling sweetly at Lily, then left the room with the blood samples.

“So, the test results will take two-= to three days to come in.” Evers explained to them, once the door closed. “The office will give you a call with the results. Until then, I want you to rest and take it easy. I'll prescribe you a prenatal vitamin and something for your nausea. Once we get your results and they’re positive, we'll set up another appointment and go from there.”

“Sounds great, Doc.” Sy grinned, giddy as a school-boy about being a dad.

“That it does.” Lily agreed, ecstatic as well.

-- Part VI --

[kirschteinsj]

Pinky Promises

Nanami x fem! reader

Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff 

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.

A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!

“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.

“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.

“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”

“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”

“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sure, dear.”

While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.

Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.

He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.

Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.

…

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.

“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”

The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.

A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”

Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.

“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”

“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.

“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.

“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”

“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”

“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”

“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”

He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”

Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.

He glares,“God, you’re something else.”

“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.

“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”

Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.

She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.

“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.

She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”

“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”

Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”

“I promise you ca-”

“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.

His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.

His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.

“I love you.”

She sighs, “I love you too.”

Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.

“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”

“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.

…

After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.

“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”

“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.

“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”

“I never do.”

The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.

“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”

“Please, be quiet.”

[pascalpanic]

Fixer Upper PART TWO (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: It’s smooth sailing for your normally disastrous home, which disappoints you. There’s nothing worthy of seeing Frankie again. You’re unexpectedly happy when something else breaks.

W/C: 3k

Warnings: language, minor injury, flirting and teasing and stuff, some sexual innuendos/reader still has dirty thoughts about Frankie

A/N: AAAH I really like this series!! I’m so glad you guys like it too! There will be a part three coming soon :)

Murphy’s Law. Really. For fucks’ sake, the week that you actually want something to break, the house is smooth sailing.

Normally you’d be thrilled by this. Having a fully functional house is far more exciting than it should be to you, but this week, you find yourself eagerly anticipating your next malfunction. You want an excuse to call the shop and ask for Frankie’s help.

But everything is fine, save for a single burnt-out lightbulb in the bathroom. At least that’s something you can fix on your own, but as you screw it into place, you can’t help but think how good Frankie would look doing this. How good he looked doing everything.

It’s a stupid crush, and you’re aware of it. He came to your house to fix your air conditioning and he did his job. He was funny, polite, but probably felt nothing for you. Any thoughts of that were probably an overreaction on your part. There was no way, was there?

You even tried looking him up on social media, with any combination of his various names you could think of. You found one, a private page with just a name and a profile picture. Would it be weird to follow him? Probably. So you don’t. That would just be creepy, you’re pretty sure.

His laugh was so beautiful. It rings through your head at the most inopportune moments, paired with his beautiful smile and the way his shoulders bounced with the movement. He smiled, a real smile, with dimples just peeking out through the layer of scruff.

There’s nothing you want more than an excuse to see him again. This house, which is always broken and bothering you, is in the best shape it’s been probably since it was built. It frustrates you to hell and back. Part of you wants to punch a hole in the wall or kick the air conditioner until it isn’t working, but your ego calms your id enough, just barely. Your inner brain knows it: God, you want Frankie.

It’s a week and a few days before the curse, that you previously thought belonged to the house but now are sure must belong to you, is lifted. It’s late on a Tuesday night, and you’re in the process of baking a batch of cookies you’d desperately been craving. The batter looks delicious, and once the oven beeps that it was ready and preheated, you shove them in, ready to eat them.

The cookies are only supposed to go for eleven minutes; you set the timer on the oven and go to the living room to read. Your book is captivating, surprisingly, the only thing that’s been able to get Frankie out of your head lately. After a while of reading, you check your phone and notice that it’s definitely been more than eleven minutes.

Walking into the kitchen, the oven has gone dark. There is no timer on the display, or anything at all; just a black screen. The oven doesn’t even glow with warmth, nor does the little light inside it turn on when you flip the switch. Fuck. It’s broken.

You’d really been craving those damn cookies; you take the half-baked dough out and scoop it into the trash, resigning to the fact that there will be no cookies tonight. However, your sadness is lifted just about instantly.

Something’s broken. That means it needs to be fixed, and you don’t know how to do it.

That means you get to call Frankie. Your heart and stomach do synchronized backflips in your gut, a grin crossing your face.

It’s late at night now, but you don’t care. Dialing the shop, you tap your foot impatiently as the phone rings. You know no one will answer. Finally, the voicemail begins and you try not to let your excitement get the best of you.

“Hi. I had my air conditioner fixed a while ago by one of your guys, and he did a great job. My oven just broke, and he said I could ask for him if I needed another repair. I think his name was… Catfish?” You say, in a question, trying to play it cool. Jesus. He probably won’t even hear this. Why do you bother? Whatever. “So, yeah. Please call me back at this number. Thanks!”

Squealing, you set down the phone. Well, you didn’t get your cookies tonight, but you did get Frankie. That’s certainly better.

-

In the morning, you’re woken to not the sound of your alarm but rather your ringtone. Rolling over in bed, you wonder who’s calling you at such an hour. Then you notice two things: it’s about 6 A.M., so really not that early, and that Frankie’s shop is calling. Clearing your throat, you sit upright and answer. “Hello?”

“What did you break now?” Frankie’s voice echoes through the speakers, teasingly but happily.

It makes a shiver run through your body, one of excitement, followed by a laugh. “It’s this damn house, it isn’t me!” You say, jokingly defensive. “My oven shit the bed. I was trying to bake cookies last night when it died on me.”

“What kind?” he asks.

“Monster,” you sigh wistfully.

“Now that warrants a house call,” he chuckles into the phone. “I have appointments this morning, but I can come fix it this afternoon, if that works for you.”

“That’s great,” you say quickly, mentally kicking yourself. “Only if your schedule isn’t too busy.”

“My afternoon and night are wide open. We’ll get that son of a bitch working and get the lovely lady her monster cookies.”

His words make you warm and tingly, laughing again. “Well, sounds like a plan. Thanks, Frankie.”

“Any time. See you then.”

Hanging up, you squeal again into your pillow, now fully awake. You might even be able to forgo your morning coffee; this has brought you enough energy to last quite a while.

-

The day passes, agonizingly slow. You lounge around your house; your bed, the couch, the front porch, the kitchen. In anticipation for those monster cookies you never got last night, you whip up a batch of dough and store it in the fridge. That’ll be the first order of business once the oven is working again.

Now that you know that your repairman is handsome and you want to make a good impression, you take some time to clean your house. It’s a beautiful day, much nicer than the thick heat last week that warranted Frankie’s initial visit, so you leave the windows open and enjoy the breeze.

You vacuum and dust, rearrange and organize. After a bit, you close the windows and burn some candles while you cook yourself lunch in the microwave.

Then the waiting game begins. He said afternoon, and that could really mean anything. He mentioned he was busy in the morning; depending on the appointment, you’re sure it could take a while. After eating your lunch, you continue the book you were reading last night, trying to look as casual as possible. The biggest struggle is forcing yourself not to look at the clock every three minutes.

The hours of the afternoon dwindle past until it’s about 3 P.M., and you’re getting antsy. You’re just about to try something else to occupy your brain when there’s a knock at the front door. He’s here. You jolt up from your spot on the couch and rush to the door. Opening the door, you grin. “Hey, come on in!”

God, he’s just as cute as you remembered him to be. He wears a denim shirt with, once again, cargo pants and a tool belt. “You sure the oven isn’t working?” He asks, breathing in the air. “It smells damn good in here.”

Chuckling at the compliment, you walk inside and lead him along. “Just have some candles burning and stuff. The oven’s completely dead.” Stopping in front of the oven, you cross your arms and glance up at him, standing to your side. “Here’s the beast.”

Frankie laughs, and you can’t blame him. The oven came with the house, and you’re certain it must’ve been original. It’s old and beat up, and barely worked before this blowout. “Damn. This thing didn’t die sooner?”

Shaking your head, you laugh a little. “I guess not. I have no clue what happened. Do you think it’ll need to be replaced?”

The man cracks his neck and squats to the oven’s level. He has a very nice ass, you notice through the cargo pants, and force yourself not to stare at it. “I’ll need to get inside it and look around before I can tell you that.”

“Not a problem,” you nod. “What can I do to help?”

He looks up at you. “I just need you out of my way. This thing has a lot of parts I’ll have to deconstruct. As much as I love having your help, I just need you out.”

His words let you down then bring you right back up. “Yeah, of course,” you nod. “I’ll be in the living room. Just-”

“Holler if I need you,” he nods, smiling a little as he recalls your world from last time.

“Got it,” you chuckle.

You return to your position on the couch, trying to sit attractively yet comfortably- is that even possible, you wonder? No, it’s not, you learn after a short amount of time, and give in to sit in a comfortable position while working on your book.

There’s clanking and clanging from the kitchen. You want to go check, but he told you to stay out, so you do. Within half an hour, he wipes his hands on his pants and walks into the living room. “Well, your wallet’s gonna love this. It looks like I can fix it.”

“Thank God,” you sigh and smile at him.

He nods. “It’s gonna take a bit, but I have the parts in my van. It’ll be done by the end of the night.”

You frown when he says night. “What time are you supposed to be done working?”

He shakes his head this time. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it all fixed up.”

“Frankie-” you try to protest, but he cuts you off.

“It’s fine,” he assures you, a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it,” he repeats.

There’s fight left in your eyes, but he gives you a look and it melts the resistance. “Thank you,” you offer instead.”

“No problem. Be right back.” Frankie walks out of the house and out to his car.

-

The night is filled with metallic noises from the kitchen. You avoid it, not to get in his way, but peek in every now and again. He works for a few hours; it’s about 7 P.M. by the time he’s done. When there’s a period of quiet, you peek in to check and find Frankie washing his hands. “How’s it going?”

“Great. I was just about to come get you. It’s all finished.”

“Thank you,” you grin, looking at the oven that once again displays the time and has a light inside. “Are you hungry?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to impose or anything,” he shakes his head, knowing what you’re about to offer.

“Could you spare an extra half an hour?” You try, your eyes asking the question too. “I made more monster cookie dough. I’ll pop them in and you can take some home with you. Plus, we can test that it actually works.”

The look on your face convinces Frankie. He was going to say no, that he didn’t want to be an annoyance, but the sincerity and hope makes his resolve break. “If they weren’t monster cookies, I wouldn’t be saying yes,” he laughs and wipes his hands on the rag hanging from his tool belt.

“Great! Will you go over and preheat the oven to 365?” You ask, and he complies.

You wander to the fridge and open it, looking inside. “How about a drink? I have beer and stuff, but I have soda and water too.”

Frankie desperately wants to have a beer with you. He really does, but he doesn’t want to abuse your kindness or read your intentions wrong. “What kind of soda?”

“Uh… looks like I just have root beer right now.”

“I’ll take it,” he nods, and thanks you as he takes one of the cans. He cracks it open and raises it to you in a mock-toast before both of you take a swig from the metal cans.

As the oven preheats, you make conversation, finally getting to know each other a little. Obviously, you don’t need to go over the profession question with Frankie, but you get to learn that he’s ex-Special Forces in the military, that his buddy is one of the fighters downtown, and that he’s single- hell yes.

When the oven beeps, you put in the cookie dough and sigh. “Please bake now,” you whisper to the oven as you close it, and Frankie laughs.

Then the conversation moves to the living room, you and Frankie sitting across from each other. The sun is beginning to set, shining golden sun onto Frankie’s beautiful smile as you make each other laugh and fluster and grin. It stays there for eleven minutes, then returns to the kitchen when the timer goes off.

Frankie sighs as you remove the cookies. “Those look fucking amazing,” he says as he takes a deep breath in and smells the freshly-baked dough.

“They’re good,” you nod and admit, then yelp as you go to close the oven. Your hand caught a hot part, and you’ve burned yourself. “Fuck!”

“Woah, shit,” Frankie exclaims as he rushes to your side. “Are you okay? Did you just burn yourself?”

“Yeah,” you wince and clutch the side of your hand.

He frowns. “Come on, come here.” Frankie takes your good hand and leads you to the sink, turning on the cold water and sticking your burnt hand beneath it.

The tears welling in your eyes sink back in as you force them open, and Frankie’s warm touch soothes any of the pain you could even feel. “Thanks.” His body fully encases yours from behind, both arms around you and ensuring that you keep your hand under the cold water.

“Of course,” he nods, and backs off, once he knows you’re functioning properly. Dammit. If you had any courage at all, you’d pull him back. His body felt perfect there.

“Well,” you sniffle and turn off the water, drying your hand carefully.

“Great job there,” he teases, nodding to the oven.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laugh and smack him with your good hand. Grabbing a spatula, you scoop up a now slightly cooled cookie and put it on a paper towel, bringing it to him. “Here. Don’t burn your mouth.”

He chuckles and makes a show of blowing on the cookie, trying to cool it down. “See how careful I am when I know something is hot?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you tease, genuinely laughing.

Frankie takes a bite and sighs. “That’s great.”

“Thanks,” you smile and watch him.

He savors his bite then looks at you. “Aren’t you gonna have one? You’re the one who went through all this for them.”

Making a show of it, just like he did with cooling the cookie, you scoop one up and take a bite. “They are good. Perfectly cooked, thanks to you.”

Frankie smiles and shrugs, a mouth full of the gooey chocolate and peanut butter treat. When he finishes his last bite, he sighs. “I better head out. Thanks for making these.”

“Thank you for fixing the oven,” you tell him in return. “Let me scoop some up for you,” you insist and grab a tupperware, scooping them in while Frankie grabs his tools. “Where’s that little paper I have to sign?”

“Oh, you don’t need to this time,” he shakes his head.

As much as you hate paperwork, you understand the importance of it. “What? Why not?”

He shrugs and pats the oven. “Fixing this is on the house.”

“Frankie!” You exclaim, frowning. “You’re out here working not only your normal hours but overtime. You should get the payment for it!”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Too bad.”

It melts your heart; this little gesture certainly means something. “Francisco.”

Frankie glares at you. “It’s not happening, no matter how hard you try.”

The two of you have been in several battles of wills today. This time, you let him win. “Okay. Thank you.”

He just gives you a nod and smiles. “You’re welcome.”

Handing him the cookies, you take his wrist. “Thank you. Seriously. You really don’t need to.”

“I wanted to. These cookies were worth it,” he teases, a warm look in his eyes. Maybe he even thinks the same about you. The look desperately makes you want to lean in and kiss him, to feel his stubble against your skin.

But you don’t want to make it weird if he doesn’t feel the same, so you don’t. “I’m glad,” you laugh a little and give him an equally warm smile. “Make sure the boss at least pays you for your overtime.”

“We’ll see,” he shrugs and gathers his things.

He’s so damn stubborn. It’s adorable. You just shake your head, unable to lose the smile.

He heads to the door and you open it. “Thank you, again, Frankie.”

“Any time,” he tells you and nods.

That’s a new one. You like that. It implies something happening again. Anything happening again that gets you to Frankie is worth it. “Have a good night!” You call as he gets in the van.

Frankie gives you a wave and drives off.

Even once he’s gone, the smile is permanently stuck on your face. Cleaning the kitchen, you wipe the counters and clean dishes, getting everything where it needs to be just as the sun dips below the horizon for the night.

Well, not everything is in its place. On the counter sits one of Frankie’s wrenches. He must have forgot it. It’s reasonable that he would have left it. He was certainly busy tonight. Then the implication makes you smile even wider: you’ll have to bring it back.

-

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[sunnyville36]

First star I see tonight

Requested from anon

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Themes/warnings: **allusions to trouble sleeping, insomnia**, late night/early morning dates, Chan being a soft and tender boy™️, so much fluff like a LOT of fluffiness

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is not meant to be used as a model of behavior to support all those who have trouble sleeping or sleep disorders. Reader in this scenario knows what Chan's character deals with, knows he has treatment and support systems available if/when he needs or wants them, and behaves the way they do at the request of his character

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There’s something special about that time of night, where one day turns into another.  You read somewhere once that people like you found comfort in it because it was the one time where everyone else was asleep, where you were free from the demands of others.  The part of the day you had control over.  And you suppose that theory was right in your case.

So you never have a problem waiting up for Chan.  You know he loses himself in his work; comes home sometimes too restless to fall asleep right away.  While you care deeply about him getting the proper rest, you never want to make him feel pressured by you.  So the two of you venture out, him in his hoodie and you in your woolen cardigan, usually to walk the paths along the Han river.

That’s exactly where you are tonight, following the path lit up by the light of the lamp posts.  When it’s this late (or should you say early) you never feel rushed, meandering arm in arm slowly down the sidewalk, taking in the city and each other’s presence.  His busy schedule means you don’t get a ton of time together, so you appreciate every moment you do, whether it’s listening to him gush about his latest project or simply holding hands in peaceful silence.

You come upon a fork in the path, and the grassy spot between the two diverging trails is covered in tiny bunches of white and yellow flowers.  Some might call them weeds, but you’ve always thought they were a sign of nature’s beauty, especially now, when the light from the lamp post is giving them a delicate glow.  Your companion follows your gaze, catching sight of the little buds, and plucks a couple from the ground, holding them out to you.  “Just like you,” he says, dramatically bringing the other hand to his heart, eyes glinting with mirth, “the light in my darkest of nights.”

“Channn,” you fake whine, blushing at his cheesiness and hiding your head in his shoulder.  He takes the opportunity to put the little flowers behind your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and whispering a simple “Thank you for being with me.”

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It’s 1 AM and you’re heading over to Chan, planning to surprise him with some homemade food at the JYP building where he’s been holed up all day.  Making your way past the front desk and up to his studio, you knock lightly on the door, his head turning to see you raise your loosely packed bag of food.

“Up for a late-night snack?”

Down in the courtyard, you set out what you brought on one of the round patio tables, Chan sliding into the chair next to you with a blanket draped around him.

“Jjapaguri?!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up at the sight of your huge container of noodles.

“And mochi for dessert,” you answer, incapable of stopping the smile that takes over your face from his little fist shakes of excitement.

He scarfs up the noodles like you knew he would, raving about how good you’ve gotten at making them.  You tell him about the class you’ve been working on all day, about how you’re excited for the date the two of you have been planning for the weekend.  When it’s time for dessert, you each take your little mochi and hold them up, bringing them together to “toast” like you would champagne glasses.  In his other hand, Chan records your tradition on his phone like he always does, saving the short looping video before taking a huge bite into his ice cream.

His mouth is still full when you whisper, “You know what Bin would say about this?”  And after a moment of silence for him to swallow…

“You’ll get a stomach ulcer!” you declare in unison, both cackling at your rather poor impressions of Stray Kids’ resident wisdom-giver.

“I’d say these are worth it,” he says, extending the blanket to wrap around you as well.

You smile back, scooching closer to rest your head on his shoulder.  “I would too.”

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It’s especially late for Chan to be out, but the boys have the next few days off, so you’re not too worried.  A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the door opening and his voice calling your name.

“In here!” you reply, and wait for your boyfriend to find you in the living room.

He comes around the corner of the hallway, and you’re immediately struck by how nice he looks, his loose white button up giving his skin a pretty glow.

“What’s the special occasion?” you ask.

“Oh nothing,” he replies nonchalantly.  “Come on, I want to show you something.”

He leads you out into the hallway and to the elevator, punching in the button for the top floor of the dorm.  You keep quiet, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise it is he has in store for you.  At the top level, he takes you to another tiny staircase that you assume leads to the roof, his hands coming up behind you to cover your eyes as you reach the door at the top.

“Okay, no peeking!”

He guides you out the door into the warm night air and across the roof a little before removing his hands with a “Surprise!”

You open your eyes to see a tiny two-person table adorned with candles and a thin-stemmed vase with flowers.  Two plates of food and a bottle of wine are set out, and soft music is playing from somewhere in the background.

“Chris…” you breathe out, almost lost for words.

“I got special permission to bring you up here,” he says, arms snaking around your waist.  “So we could have a real late-night date.”

This is the most extravagant, thoughtful, and romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you.  “It’s beautiful,” you manage to whisper as he walks you to the table, pulling your chair out for you.

“After you, my love.”

The two of you spend the next few hours on your special date, catching up on everything you’ve been doing and enjoying the serene quiet of the city at this hour.  The food is delicious, and you can’t bring yourself to take your eyes off your boyfriend for any longer than a few seconds, absolutely wonderstruck by how lucky you are to be with him.

You’re preparing to head back downstairs when Chan moves his chair closer to you, holding out his phone.  “I have a little something for you, Y/n.”  He places the phone in your hands and taps the screen, your heart beating in anticipation.

What appears is a video, a montage of photos and videos of the two of you from all of your early morning adventures over the last year.  The images are set to a soft instrumental, one that sounds very similar to one he played for you the other night that you mentioned was one of your favorites.  And overlaid with the music is Chan’s melodic voice, quietly reciting...

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight

Some of the pictures you recognize; the obligatory thumbs up selfie you’d taken with the similarly-formed sculpture in Olympic Park just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, the mochi “toast” from your impromptu meal a few weeks ago.  But many are ones you’ve never seen before; ones of you.  One of you looking out at the sunrise from a grassy spot you stargazed in one night; one of you walking along the river, your form framed against the backdrop of the city lights.  You never noticed him taking these photos of you, and there’s something so intimate about having your partner catch glimpses of you no one else has seen, capturing you as a living memory.

As the video comes to a close, you hear Chan’s voice whisper one last line.

You are my wish forever Y/n

Near tears, you wrap him in the tightest embrace you possibly can, his arms circling around you to reciprocate.  You’re overwhelmed by the emotion of what it feels like to love a man like him and be loved in return, so you let him hold you for a long while, cherishing every second.  When you finally pull back, you take his face in your hands, wanting to make sure he hears what you’re about to say.

“Thank you, Chris.  You are my forever wish.”

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Is there really a thumb sculpture in Seoul's Olympic Park? Yes!

As always, happy to hear your thoughts, and thank you for reading!

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Guardian Angel | Johnny

synopsis: on the way from a friends house you bump into a man who was trying to harm you but luckily a guy named johnny saves you before you were taken. from there you get to know him a bit and things get… interesting. (the synopsis makes the story sound boing but i promise it’s not :)

pairing: johnny suh x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, a lil smut

warning: something similar to human trafficking in the beginning (if you’re sensitive to that topic please don’t read this fic), heavy make out shesh, not proofread!, other than that there’s nothing i can think of

a/n: also remember that this is a FIC and not real life, please don’t welcome strangers into your home :))

word count: 4.1k

“where do you think you’re going in that cute little dress baby?” an unfamiliar voice is heard as you walk down the fairly dark street. you don’t say anything and continue to walk not paying any attention to the voice. there was no one else really around, barely any cars passing by, let alone people.

“I asked you a question, I expect an answer” the tone was firm, his footsteps getting faster and so do yours. you hurriedly pull out your phone, quickly forming a plan that involved some of your friends but that all crashed and burned once you saw the dead battery flashing on the screen. your heart sink and tears instantly pooled in your eyes, threatening to fall from your eyes. that was your only escape, what were you gonna do now?

you were just trying to get home that was all. maybe you should’ve let your friend drive you home but you didn’t because you didn’t want to cause your friend an inconvenience. you were beginning to regret that decision, all because of that small reason. at least you would’ve been home safe and sound but no, you decided to be the unselfish and independent person you are, and look where it got you.

“hey!” a hand grips your shoulder from behind and swings you around. “I asked you a question when I ask a question I expect an answer” the guy wasn’t a foreigner, he was most definitely korean. he seemed to be in his mid-30s, the age definitely showed. there were creases and wrinkles in some areas of his face and his clothes were all black including his shoes. you try to pull away from the grip but he only grips your shoulder harder, hurting you more than you would like to admit.

“maybe I need to refresh your short memory,” the guy chuckles lowly, his finger shifting your head up to meet his eyes. “where are you going in that cute little dress?” his eyes looked you up and down, his free hand gliding down your waist, slowly traveling to your ass. your face stayed straight the entire time even while tears fell down your face. you knew who had the upper hand power in the situation, you knew there was little you could do even if you didn’t dare say it aloud.

“still not talking? well maybe I should force it out of you huh?” he tilts his head. no, because the whole time you were creating a plan b in your head since plan a failed. there was no way you were going to allow yourself to be trafficked.

“well then, you made this choice for yourself. i’m sorry to do this sweetheart” his hands grope your ass and that's when you strike. you move your leg up to kick him in the balls but he’s faster than you, grabbing ahold of your leg before it collided with his area.

“is that what you were doing this whole time, creating that wack-ass plan? you didn’t think i’d see it coming that’s so cute,” he fake coos. “i’ve been doing this longer than you, i’m smarter and faster than you love” he throws down your leg and in the blink of an eye, you are turned around in his grip with an arm around your neck. your hand flies to his arm and you pull on it, not wanting to be choked to death.

“is there a problem over here miss?” another unfamiliar voice calls, making both you and the guy look over to where it came from. it was a tall guy with light brown hair. he had tan skin and different pieces of clothing put together that oddly worked. his eyes were a soft brown, not too harsh. he was… kinda cute if you were being honest. he was also In the process of taking his headphones out of his ears, for what reason? you didn’t know.

“there’s no problem here, keep on walking buddy” the male answered for you.

“I asked the lady not you” the new stranger spoke harshly to the trafficker and look at you once again. “are you okay?” he knitted his eyebrows. your eyes caught his, filling with tears, threatening to spill from your eyes. he nodded softly understanding how you were feeling through your eyes. he then looked at the male behind you.

“let her go, I don’t wanna hurt you” he said firmly.

“oh yeah, what can you do?” he looks him up and down and laughs at the guy, walking back to his original place, which was a block or two away.

“Im can do a lot” the stranger walks in front of you and the guy, making you both stop once again.

“listen man, this is my girlfriend. we’re just having a little disagreement aren’t we honey?” the guy tightens his hold around your neck. you open your mouth trying to suck in more air but his hold gets tighter. you tap on his arm in hopes that he’ll release you but he doesn’t. there was no way you were gonna agree with him.

the stranger doesn’t think furthermore and before either of you knew it, your head was being moved out the way carefully and a punch was thrown at the guy's face. you heard a crack of a bone and quickly moved away from the area, running out the man's hold.

it was like an action movie, the man was the villain and the stranger was the hero, and you were the one in need of help. the fight ended with the stranger still standing and the man now on the floor. he wasn’t moving but his chest was still rising and falling. he wasn’t dead although you weren’t sure what was gonna happen in the next few minutes but you weren’t gonna find out either.

“are you okay?” the stranger rushes over to you, sliding off his jacket and handing it to you.

“that won’t be necessary” you chuckle and wave your hand at his jacket.

“please, I insist” he places the jacket around you, not wanted to make you feel uncomfortable by touching you.

“thank you” you look down and smile softly.

“it’s no problem, I could never just walk by if I saw something like that” he smiles gently. “do you want me to walk you home? you know, to make sure you get there safe?”

“uhh… why not” you smile and begin to walk in the direction, he comes up beside you and walks along with you.

you pulled his jacket closer to your body for warmth as you kept your eyes glued to the sidewalk, scarred by what had just happened. you’ve never experienced something that traumatic before. you could’ve been snatched up a while ago if it hadn’t been for the guy walking beside you right now.

“thank you” your voice was quiet in a way it had never been before.

“anytime” he glances over to you, seeing your small frame wrapped in his jacket.

“I really do mean it, if you wouldn’t have been there I don’t know what I would've done”

“yeah, i’m glad I was there too. it hurts me to see things like that happen” he shakes his head. “I wish I could protect everyone around the world,” he breathily laughs. “that’s probably why I want to be a police officer” your ears perked up when you heard that. you looked up at him with surprised eyes and he looked at you nodding his head.

“it’s always been a dream of mine ever since I was a kid. when I read my first comic book I loved everything about it, I knew I wanted to be some kind of hero after that. I wanted my parents to buy me every single superhero costume so then I could feel like that character, with all the powers and stuff.” you breathily laugh at that, he notices and laughs with you. “anyways that’s enough about me, I wanna know about you” he looks attentively to you.

the conversation continues until you got home. you learned that his name was johnny and that he was 25. he grew up in his hometown chicago but his parents are both korean, and he moved to seoul for better job opportunities. you gotta admit, the guy was interesting and you wanted to know more about him, you thought he was pretty cool.

“so… this is it?” johnny stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks up at the house.

“yep” you look at the house and back to him. it got quiet for a few seconds, neither of you wanted to say bye to each other. johnny wanted to get to know you more and you wanted to know him more also.

“listen, I don’t know if the feeling is mutual but I wanna talk to you some more so how about this, I give my number and you get to choose if you want to text me” he offers and you instantly take it up. he smiles softly and enters his number in your phone. once you receive it back you see the name option blank.

“you’re not gonna name yourself?” you cock your eyebrow at him and he lightheartedly chuckles.

“I want you to have free will and set it as whatever you want. I want you to always feel like you have a choice when you're with me y/n” a smile was blatant on his face, allowing the corners of your mouth to pull up also.

“well thank you very much johnny,” you say, staring into his eyes, which seemed to catch the light from the streetlights in a way you’d never seen before. would it be weird to say that you wanted to get to know the sweet guy in front of you more?

“um.. i guess i should get going, it was nice meeting you y/n” his hypnotizing but kind eyes still staring into your soul. you never wanted to part away from them, from him. johnny was captivating, too captivating to let slip through your fingers.

“it was nice meeting you too. see you later johnny” you dismiss him yet his feet don’t move, they stay in place and so does he, looking at you with eyes of fondness. this continues for about a minute before you break the silence/slight sexual tension.

“uh- actually, do you wanna come in? i’m not going to sleep right away, honestly might have some trouble falling asleep” you shake your head, looking down and pretend to find your nails interesting.

“a-are you sure? i wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable-” he seems caught off guard by your words, obviously snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.

“not at all, now come on. i’ll put on a movie and get some food and drinks. it’ll be good” you smile brightly, grabbing his hand without thinking and taking him up to your front door. you unlock it quickly and turn on the lights, stepping into your clean house.

“this is a very nice environment you have y/n” he looks around staying still in his place, nodding his head, seeming genuinely impressed with it.

“thank you, it took a bit of work to get to this point” you chuckle, taking off your shoes and then his jacket. “oh, here you go” you hold the piece of heavy fabric out to him. he utters a ‘thanks’ once he sees it and takes it.

“you can put your shoes there” you point to the shoe rack beside to door. “and your jacket can go there” you point to the coat racket right next to the shoe rack. he doesn’t say anything and does as you say.

“now make yourself comfortable i’ll be right back” you point to the couch and then walk away but not before you caught his eyes. damn those eyes..

“now why did she do that? i swear horror movie characters are so fucking dumb” you roll your eyes and johnny laughs, agreeing with you.

“i mean what would you do in her position” you look at him. the light from the tv illuminating him perfectly. it was dark everywhere else so the only light you had was from the tv.

“i would’ve saved the friend and then booked it not stand there like an idiot waiting for someone to kill me” he looked at you right back, giving you that same look from earlier but his eyes were a bit brighter, filled with joy.

“exactly! so why can’t she do the same?” you sigh.

“y/n it’s just a movie” he chuckles.

“i know, i know but they really irritate me yk? like why stand there knowing damn well a killer is in the house with you i mean it’s-“

“alright it’s time to turn this off” he backs out of the movie, returning to the netflix screen where you started.

“hey!” you look at him with confused eyes.

“you were way too into it, it‘s not good for your blood pressure.” he says and looks at the tv, going through the comedy section.

you kept your eyes on him watching the way his eyes watch the screen attentively. you nibble on your lip, beginning to get lost in your thoughts. he could be your friend, best friend, boyfriend... husband- too far y/n, too far. you just met the guy but you felt like you’ve known him for a long time. you could see him being a potential boyfriend honestly. it’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend, really only focused on work. it wouldn’t be a bad idea. johnny seemed nice and he was interesting in a way nobody has been before, you could stay up talking to him and it wouldn’t get boring ever. what if you guys-

“y/n?” his head turns toward you and he catches you staring back at him with your lip between your teeth. he smiles softly and that’s when you are dragged out of your thoughts.

“here” you say out of nowhere making johnny laugh harder than before, his head is thrown back and his eyes are closed, filling the atmosphere with his beautiful laughs. meanwhile, you sat there a little confused and startled, blinking multiple times.

“huh?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“nothing” he waves his hands continuing to laugh.

“yah!” you hit his arm playfully. “i was lost in my thoughts im sorry” you look down feeling your cheeks heat up.

“while staring at me? what were you thinking about?” he says after his laughter dies down.

“uh.. nothing important, what did you pick?” you look at the tv trying to change the subject and you’re thankful that it works.

“that was a great movie, what’d you think?” johnny looks over to you and you nod tiredly, letting out a yawn. “oh somebody’s tired” he says and you don’t know if it was because you were tired but you thought it was cute.

“i enjoyed it and yes i am tired” you lazily chuckle and rub your face.

“alright, i’ll leave-“ he goes to stand up.

“no-“ you say abruptly and grab his wrist and his eyes shift down to your hold on him. “i mean… no you don’t have to, it’s late and i don’t want you going home at this time of night” you checked your phone with your free hand, completely forgetting about your grip on his wrist.

‘4:08 am’

“damn it’s four already?” your eyes bulge out your head and look up at him, his eyes still watching the way your skin was touching his. “you mister aren’t going anywhere, wouldn’t want anything to happen to you” you move closer to him and he notices this. you take your hand off his wrist and interlock your arms, resting your head on his shoulder. maybe it was the sleepiness that put you in this position but you didn’t mind it one bit, too tired to care.

he seemed surprised tensing up almost immediately but relaxing once he realized what was really happening. you were like the little bear that found comfort in the big bear. johnny brushed the extra pieces of hair out the way, how was it that he’d just met you but he felt so connected to you as if you were a lifelong friend he hadn’t seen in a long time. he didn’t under but at the same time, he didn’t want to understand it. he’d rather just let whatever this was flow at its own pace.

“do you think we’re moving too fast?” you say out of nowhere, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“i was just thinking about that and i think we should just let it happen naturally. whatever happens, happens” he says in a sweet voice and caresses your arm gently with his free hand. “if it feels right then act on it right? anyways, that’s the motto”

you move your head to look up at him and nod, intending to catch his eyes and you do. you’re only inches away from each other’s faces, eyes shifting from his eyes to his lips and so do his before either of you knew it your lips collided. johnny holding your jaw between his index and thumb. you wrap your hands around his neck and sit up slowly shifting onto his lap. your heart began to race as you kissed him deeper, johnny too, feeling his heart pumping with adrenaline, moving his hands down to your waist and gripping it. you moan softly against his lips as his hands travel inside your shirt. he felt like pure ecstasy against you. his touch, his lips, his words, everything him felt so good with you.

his hands then slid down to your hips and he gripped them, continuing to kiss you like no tomorrow. he pulls away from your lips, you following his lips for more, and he chuckles; before you knew it his lips were on your neck, pressing soft kisses to it making you moan softly. when his lips found your sweet spot he attacked it, leaving a dark red hickey in that place. you began to move your hips against his, hungry for some type of stimulation down there. his hands fly to your hips and he rests his head in the crook of your neck, letting out soft grunts.

you bite your lip and pull him up to kiss his neck, one of his hands rest on your shoulder. once you find his sweet spot you do as he did and leave a dark red hickey. you pull back and look at it proudly.

“an eye for an eye” you wink at him.

“yeah, yeah” he smiles and pulls your face closer, kissing you again, this time using a bit of tongue. you moan instantly, letting him win and he explores your mouth as your hands glide down his chest, you could feel all of the contours and lines of his muscles and abs, letting you know he was fit. which only made him sexier. your hands slip under his shirt and you explore the area. he was too hot for you to handle, you could pounce on him again even though you kind of already pounced on him. he’s just too hot.

you pulled away abruptly and he looked at you with a confused expression. you smirked and stood up, him still looking at you, obviously confused. he reached for your wrist but you pulled it away and before he could say anything, with the help of his thighs you got on your knees. his confused expression was now gone as he watched the scene unfold, his jeans were so tight against him and you knew that. his hard-on wasn’t small either, it was actually pretty big, you could still see his print though it was dark and you wanted to help him out so you teased him by gliding your fingers up his thighs and then teased his dick by running your finger up and down his hard-on.

“stop t-teasing” he breathily moans, watching your every move.

you smirked, looking up at him and unzipped his jeans.

did you guys fuck? no. just oral sex, that was all you guys agreed to. johnny thought it would be a bad idea to have sex during the initial meet. he said it would be best to give it at least a few weeks. he truly did wanna get to know you some more as did you and that’s why you were okay with not going that far.

you slept in your room after you guys were done giving each other head. you’d given him a blanket to sleep with and a comfortable pillow instead of making him use one of the uncomfortable decor ones on your couch.

“thank you johnny,” you said as he grabbed his coat. you let him stay for breakfast, that you and him cooked together. (he wasn’t going to let you cook it by yourself)

“for what? i should be thanking you. i had fun” he says as he puts his coat on.

“because i had fun too. the most i’ve had in a long time so thank you for that”

“it’s nothing really, i’m glad i could reflect some light on” he laughs and slips his shoes on.

“i hope we could do that again” you hint your fondness toward him.

“of course we can you just gotta let me know. i’m always free” he looks at you with that look once again and you can’t help but let it slip out.

“why do you keep looking at me like that, you’ve been giving me the same look since you met me” you say softly so then it doesn’t one out harsh and you know it doesn’t when he responds.

“because...” he moves closer to you which makes your heart skip a beat. “i actually like you y/n, and i mean it. you’re so different from other girls i’ve met. i’m not just another handsome guy to you. you take an interest in the things i say and the stories i tell you, not many girls do and i thank you for that alone. thank you for listening to me.” he moves even closer to you, grabbing your hands which makes your heart begin to race. “so when i look at you like this, i’m thanking you.” he doesn’t say anything after that continuing to stare deeply into your eyes.

you felt so drunk in the moment, hypnotized by his eyes and soft words. you could already feel how head over heels you were gonna be for this guy, that's if you guys kept it up, which you think you will. the chemistry was way too strong for either of you to let go of.

“thank you” you whisper and he nods gently not breaking eye contact. “you should get going, i wouldn’t want you to be late for work. you still gotta get home in time to change out of these clothes... do you need a ride or?”

“kind of... only if it’s not too much trouble” he answers.

“of course it’s not, come on” you quickly get your stuff on and take him home.

“this is it” he says and you stop the car once you’re in front of the house.

“okay, i’ll see you later” you look over to him and he’s already looking at you. nothing happens for a few seconds but then johnny leans over to you and kisses you. you sigh into the kiss and grab ahold of his neck and kiss him back as his hand rests on your neck, he kisses you just as deep as last night but before anything serious happens he pulls away and lets a ‘text me’ roll of his tongue before he exits the vehicle and walks to his front door, unlocking it and walking inside. all without looking back.

you however, were in complete awe. he kissed you like that and then left. damn was he a good kisser, you could still feel the sensation of his lips on yours even after he was gone. you touched your lips and then smiled, pulling off.

bonus: later that day; the evening

you decide to pick up your phone and do exactly what he said earlier.

you: what was that all about earlier? - y/n

johnny🥰😫: so you decided to finally text me😊

johnny🥰😫: and what was what about👀

you: you know what i talking about. the kiss in the car

johnny🥰😫: you know, it was just a see you later kiss

you: mhm, okay mr. suh

johnny🥰😫: what?😂

you: imma give your ass a ‘see you later’ kiss and then walk away. see how it makes you feel

johnny🥰😫: bring it on then sexy, let’s see what you got

you: oh i’ll show you what i got👀

johnny🥰😫: are we still talking about kissing?😳

you: maybe, maybe not🤷‍♀️👀

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[morganaspendragonss]

Can I ask for fingore square? As someone who broke their finger during the pandemic....can I request that with some hurt TK?

holly's august extravaganza day 28: ignoring every warning

thanks for the prompt brit! the fingore square had been requested by the time i saw this message but here's the fic anyway! hope you like it 😊

thanks to @silvarafael for the beta!

ao3 | 1.3k | minor injuries, hurt tk, big brother judd, mostly just tk being a dumbass

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he hurts.

He mostly just wants to put the shame of it all behind him. After all, it’s not like the entire firehouse saw him get so distracted talking to Carlos on the phone that he slammed the ambulance doors shut on his hand—

Oh, wait.

It had been weeks of teasing and jokes that TK wasn’t sure were all good-natured. Even Carlos, the traitor, had joined in once or twice (or three, or four, or five times…), and it was only Carlos’s frustratingly effective cow eyes and TK’s own displeasure at the thought of sleeping alone that had kept him from the couch.

Technically, the doctor had said that he should stick to light duty and keep the hand brace on for another few weeks, which he kinda, sorta isn’t doing.

But he’s fine.

He makes a point of saying so to Nancy when she sends him the third exasperated look of the day—and they’re only two hours into shift.

“Whatever you say, dude,” she replies drily. “Just don’t come crying when you re-break that hand because you’re a dumbass who won’t admit when he’s in pain.”

The slight smirk on her lips is enough for TK to gather that she’s referring to the first time he broke it, and...maybe she has a point.

(“I’m okay, I just need to shake it out for a minute.”

“TK, none of your fingers look the way they should. I bet you anything you can’t even move that hand right now, but, by all means, go ahead and shake it.”)

(He did. It did not go well.)

“I’m fine,” he repeats, scowling, which gets him a totally unwarranted head shake and eye roll. Well… Whatever. Nancy can think what she wants; TK is going to finish his shift and he’s going to manage it perfectly well, thanks very much.

And he does. Admittedly, his hand is aching more than it probably should be, but he just needs to rest it when he gets home, which—ah.

Problem #1: He and Carlos still haven’t finished setting up the new house.

Problem #2: Today is their only joint night off for the rest of the week, which leads to,

Problem #3: They’d agreed to spend the night sorting some furniture and unpacking a few important boxes.

Logically, TK knows he should tell Carlos that he doesn’t feel up to doing any heavy lifting tonight. He’d understand, there’s no question of that; Carlos would likely spend the entire night fussing instead, probably mixed with a bit of loving exasperation at TK for having pushed himself too much. But he doesn’t want to let him down, not again. Not after the months spent fighting with the insurance companies and struggling to find a house, and especially not after Carlos had supported TK while the firehouse was closed down.

He flexes his hand experimentally. It’s a little stiff and the soreness brings a grimace to his face, but it works.

He’s got this.

*

TK is, maybe, just a little less than fine.

Like, 85% fine. 70% absolute minimum.

But it’s okay, because now he has a day off to ice his hands without Carlos hovering like a mother hen. Normally, he’d hate the idea of spending the day without his boyfriend, but the less Carlos knows about this situation, the better for both of them.

The ice helps, and the dull throbbing that’s become his normal for the past couple of days almost disappears. TK knows he shouldn’t push it, but his need to be busy always wins over training and common sense, so.

So.

*

The next shift is a little easier, and TK figures he’s probably healed enough to head to the gym for a while. Get his strength back up, and all that.

He’s very, very wrong.

Ten minutes in, and TK hits the punching bag in a way that elicits a crack from his knuckles that not even he can write it off as fine. His hand hurts and his fingers are starting to look horribly swollen, and shit, Carlos is going to fucking kill him later.

Maybe…

Maybe he can fix this. He’s a paramedic; he can strap up his own fingers. Sure, it’s his left hand that’s injured, but he can handle it. He just needs to get out of the gym, through the firehouse, loot the ambulance, and bandage himself up without running into anyone who will ask questions.

Simple.

Except, because the universe hates him, TK quite literally runs into Judd on his way out of the gym. The knock sends an unpleasant jolt through his injured hand, and TK doesn’t manage to contain his wince in time to hide it.

Judd doesn’t even bother asking what happened; he simply sighs heavily and gets out his phone, tapping away at the screen.

TK cranes his neck to try and see what he’s doing, but Judd holds his phone close to his chest, blocking his view. “What are you doing?”

“You obviously got your dumb ass in a mess again so I’m texting your boy to come get you.” Judd shoots him an unimpressed look, rolling his eyes at TK’s horrified stare. “What, you’d rather he find out about this later or something?”

“No, it’s just—I was gonna tell him!”

“Uh-huh.”

It’s a lie and they both know it, so TK doesn’t bother trying to defend himself. He huffs and folds his good arm across his chest, scowling at Judd.

“You can stop looking like that,” Judd remarks, gaze fixed back on his phone as it pings with a new message. “Carlos is on his way.”

“I hate you.”

“Shockingly, I can live with that.” He pockets his phone and takes TK’s shoulder, almost pushing him down the stairs. “Come on, kid. Let’s get some ice on that.”

“I can take care of myself, you know,” TK says, though he knows Judd isn’t going to let him out of his sight until Carlos arrives.

“Yeah, that broken hand says otherwise.”

There’s a barely contained laugh in Judd’s voice, and TK has the sudden urge to punch his smirk away. Which would only really prove the point, so he has to resort to glaring at his back and ignoring the warmth at the thought of Judd taking care of him like the brother TK never had.

When Carlos shows up ten minutes later, the concern in his eyes betrays the deep exasperation painted all over his face.

“Don’t look at me like that,” TK protests anyway. “It’s not like I asked for this to happen.”

Judd snorts—rude—and Carlos grins over at him, sharing a head shake—even ruder—and TK lets out what even he can admit is a pathetic whine.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Carlos says, not sounding sorry in the least, “but you have literally ignored every single recommendation from the doctor. The only thing you haven’t done is actually ask for it.”

“They’re recommendations, Carlos.”

“And you’re a paramedic, so you should know that ‘recommendation’ is a kind way of saying ‘order’.”

For the second time, TK has no defense. He huffs and looks down at his shoes, hoping that he paints a miserable enough picture to get his boyfriend to take at least some pity on him.

Somehow, it works, as Carlos takes him in a careful side hug. “Sorry,” he repeats, more earnest this time. “Let’s get you to the ER, huh?”

TK nods reluctantly, allowing Carlos to steer him out of the firehouse. “Can’t believe I’m going to have to take even more time off,” he grumbles.

“Well, think about it this way.” Carlos rubs his arm in a soothing gesture, though his next words are anything but. “At least you’ll have more time to finish up with the house.”

TK groans. His day did not need to get any more painful.