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shadesslut · 1 year ago

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loving her was red, pt 3

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Smut, drinking

Summary: As Ethan gets her back, he realizes how harder it's going to be to keep her safe.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

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Ethan had a plan. He was going to one, get Y/N back, and two, kill that motherfucker Chad. That night after Y/N ended things with Ethan, he started planning out strategies. He had multiple ways to try to get her back, but he was full of anxiety, afraid it wouldn’t work. He texted Anika and asked if everyone was still going to the party the next day, and to her knowledge she said yes. Now, at this point, he wanted to try and patch things up with Chad, regain his trust and friendship.

Chad was sat on the edge of his bed, slipping his old cowboy boots on. He sighed as he glanced at himself in his mirror. He was clad in a tan cowboy hat, an old faded red bandana that sat around his neck, and blue jeans. Normally, he would be confident in himself being shirtless, but after the event that happened the previous night, he wasn’t feeling so confident.

He sent a text to Mindy telling her he was on his way to pick her and Anika up. He huffed as he heard a knock on his door, standing up and swiftly opening the door. He was met with Ethan who had a nervous expression shown on his face.

“Hey, can we talk?”

Chad looked at him with a blank state. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

Chad walked around him and headed into the kitchen, Ethan following behind. “Look, I get that you hate me and rightfully so,” Ethan started as Chad reached into the fridge for a beer. “I’m really sorry, and if it makes it any better I stopped seeing her.” Chad slammed the fridge door shut and twisted the lid off the bottle. He looked at Ethan as he took a swig.

“I care more about our friendship, Chad. I was an idiot.”

Chad nodded as he took another sip, which led to Ethan trying to hold back a smile.

“You’re my best friend. No girl is more important.” It was all lies, she was more important than Chad. She was more important than everything.

Chad leaned his back against the counter as he thought about what Ethan said. “You’re my best friend too,” Chad said. Ethan looked at him and smiled cheerfully.

“But, what you did was fucked up. You said you wouldn’t do anything, and literally right after, I walk in on your tongue shoved down her throat.”

Ethan looked down as he nodded. “You’re right, but when you told me about your crush, we were already seeing each other. I should’ve told you, I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Chad sighed at Ethan’s words. He blinked rapidly trying to make the tears go away. “You’re done with her? Even as friends?” He asked hopefully.

“I’m done with her. I won’t talk to her again.”

Chad solemnly smiled as he held his hand out to Ethan. Ethan took his hand and pulled him into a hug. “I missed you.” He said, patting Chad’s back.

Chad chuckled at him as he pulled away. “It’s been one day dude.”

Ethan laughed along with him, putting his hands in his pockets. “I know, but I had to play Valorant last night without you.”

The two laughed at Ethan’s words, like nothing even happened. Chad told him to go put his costume on so they could leave for the party, and as Ethan changed he thought of how dumb Chad was for forgiving him.

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On the way to the party, Ethan noticed Mindy glancing at him the entire time. He brushed it off as Chad wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N said she and Tara just got there.” Anika said looking up from her phone. At the sound of her name, the two boys looked at each other awkwardly. Chad nodded at Anika.

As the group approached the frat house, Ethan felt giddy at the thought of seeing Y/N again. He could barely hear anything as the music grew louder further into the party. He stepped around intoxicated people as he followed Anika into the kitchen, hoping to lose Chad in the process. Anika poured two shots for the both of them, handing one to Ethan. “You know I don’t drink, Anika.” he said looking into the shot.

“Just loosen up, maybe it’ll get rid of your nerves. Then you can find a girlfriend.�� she squealed, drawing out the ‘d’ in ‘girlfriend’.

He smiled embarrassedly and scrunched his nose. “I don’t need a girlfriend.” he stated as he forced himself to down the shot. Anika cheered at him and followed with downing her shot. “Where’s Y/N?”

Anika shrugged and looked around. “Somewhere,”

Ethan heard someone shout his name, and he whipped his head towards the sound. His face fell once he saw it was Tara. “Hey, Ethan,” she yelled once again. He nodded at her, stepping closer to her. She was wearing a cheap pirate costume, with a silky bandana on her head.

“Hi Tara, what’s up?” He answered.

She waved at someone briefly. who passed by before turning back to Ethan. “Y/N was talking about you earlier.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up at Tara. Of course she was talking about him; he knew that she cared about him more than just a casual hookup. This proved his theories, about her, she loved him, in the way he loved her. “I wouldn’t be smiling like that if I were you.”

Oh.

“W-Why?” Ethan stammered, now worried.

Tara rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “She said she wished you didn’t come, something about a fight with Chad.” Chad. He was the bane of Ethan’s existence. Oh, how he would love to plunge a knife deep in his chest.

“Oh, well, Chad and I are good now.”

“What happened?” she asked, smiling mischievously, leaning forward on her elbows that were resting on the counter. Ethan knew this look, Y/N did it all the time. Tara was trying to get him to fess up using her looks to her advantage; it almost worked on Ethan if he wasn’t so in love with Y/N.

He couldn’t even answer before Y/N came rushing in after Tara. She stumbled next to her tugging on her arm. “Tara! Jesus Christ, did you tell him?” she yelled drunkenly at her. Ethan’s eyes traced over her body as the two girls argued. She was wearing her Tiffany Valentine costume like she had said, but she didn’t go into detail about how much her dress hugged her curves. Her breasts looked like they were spilling out at the top, and her ass was basically out for everyone to see. His eyes trailed down her legs, where she wore black lace stockings. God, if he could, he would absolutely ravish her on the kitchen counter.

“You literally said you didn’t care if he knew.” Tara argued with her. Y/N rolled her eyes as she groaned at her friend. She hadn’t looked at Ethan once.

“Whatever,” Y/N said, reaching over for a bottle of liquor. Tara smiled playfully before walking away from the two, swinging her hips as she walked out. He looked back at Y/N, who was pouring the liquor in a shot glass, to the brim.

Ethan rushed to put his hands on hers. “Woah, woah, you should pace yourself.” He warned her. She jerked her hand away from him, and glared as she downed the whole shot. She winced slightly. “Can we talk?”

She shook her head as she began to pour another shot. He sighed as he watched her fill up the glass again. ��Stop.” He said, grabbing at her hands again. She cursed at him as she tried to yank her hands away. His grip stayed strong on the glass, before she pulled really harshly on the glass. His fingers slipped on the glass causing her to pull it back towards her, spilling it on her dress. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him, then looked at her dress.

“Y/N…I’m, I’m so sorry,”

“You’re such a dick.” she yelled. She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Ethan. He immediately chased after her, following her to a bathroom. She was wringing out her dress in her fists over the sink, softly crying. His eyes threatened to water as he stepped in and closed the door, locking it.

“Get out,” she whispered.

“No,” he argued. “I’m going to stay with you.”

She held her head down as she cried more. “Don’t cry, it’s just a dress. I can get you a thousand dresses.” Ethan comforted her.

“I don’t care about the stupid fucking dress.” she whined softly as he rubbed her back. “I care about you, and I don’t want to.”

Ethan looked in the mirror at her reflection with confusion. “W-What?”

She groaned as she stepped to the side and sat on the edge of the tub. She laid her head on her knees. Ethan stood still for a moment, thinking about what to do. He hesitantly sat down next to her as his head dropped looking at his shoes. “I never meant for myself to get to this point.”

“What point?” he asked softly. He turned his head towards her and leaned his knee over to touch hers.

“I want you. More than friends. More than…fuck-buddies or whatever we were.” she said, raising her head up from her knees. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at him sadly. He slowly reached to take his cardboard helmet off. He held his hand up to her face to wipe away her tears.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I feel the same way.” Ethan said, gently stroking strands of her hair out of her face.

She shook her head and closed her eyes. “I can’t be with you…Chad.” She admitted.

Ethan had heard enough about Chad. Chad was the reason Ethan couldn’t be happy, and now he was the reason Y/N couldn’t be happy.

“What about Chad?” He asked.

“You know.”

He rolled his eyes away from her. He was tired of her worrying about Chad more than him, he was the one she should have been worried about. “I don’t care about Chad.” She looked away momentarily, like she was disappointed in him. Maybe he should have said something else

“I-I mean… He told me he was over you today.” Ethan spoke in a softer tone. “Maybe we can keep it a secret? Just in case?”

She inhaled deeply at the thought. “Maybe,” she thought out loud.

He looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” He asked, hoping she would say yes. She looked at him, a small smile beginning to form. He scooched closer to her, hips and arms touching. He leaned his head down a bit and allowed his lips to hover slightly above hers. She looked down at his lips, and she leaned forward pressing her lips to his.

Ethan sighed with pleasure, his hands immediately finding their way to her body. He missed this, this felt good, it felt right. She was the one for him, and he was the one for her. Their lips moved against each other in a perfect synchronized motion. He pulled away from her to catch his breath, and he looked at her disheveled state. Her lips were plump and a redder color from moments ago.

He slid off the tub onto his knees, never breaking eye contact with her. She gasped as he put his hands on her knees, slowly widening her legs.

“Let me taste you, sweetheart,”

She nodded and allowed him to take off her stockings and panties. Ethan’s mouth opened when he saw her panties. They were a red lacy thong; he pocketed it for later.

He slid the bottom of her dress up to her hips. She hummed softly as he stuck his face in between her thighs. He looked up at her before looking back to her pussy. He licked a stripe along her, causing her to moan.

For a few minutes he licked and sucked, as if he was a starving man and she was a never-ending buffet. Her moans and the way she smelled started to make his pants feel tighter. He started focusing on her clit, harshly licking circles around it. She whined and grinded into his face, approaching her climax.

He stuck two fingers inside of her, instantly curling deep in her walls as he sucked her clit. He felt herself tighten around him, and he hastily reached down to undo his pants to jerk off.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned loudly, throwing her head back. Ethan groaned into her pussy as he rubbed his tip. His fingers and mouth kept doing their work as he came in his hand; he never lasted long while he was thinking about her. She whined and gasped as she came around him. A yell of his name caused him to moan with her.

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As the two got dressed, Ethan watched her bending over to tie her shoes. He walked up behind her as she stood back up. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and kissed her neck.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing her neck up to her jawline.

She smiled at him and turned around to kiss him softly. “So are you,”

They smiled at each other as they held each other in their arms. Ethan was finally happy. His plan worked. As long as he was careful around Chad, things would be okay. Maybe he didn’t have to kill Chad, maybe Chad would actually move on and find a sweet girl. Maybe everything would work out in the end. He got a text message, and he stepped away from her to look at his phone.

Fuck, he forgot about his sister.

He had been so preoccupied with her that he forgot his sister and father.

Quinn

Dad just finished, you have an alibi ?

9:30 pm

Ethan didn’t want to involve Y/N in his family’s fucked up plan. He wanted to take her away from everything and everyone, keep her safe. He knew tonight was the first step of his father’s plan, and he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He looked over at her, who was fixing her hair in the mirror. He softly smiled at her and came up with a response. He couldn’t stop the chaos that was about to happen, but he knew he could keep her safe.

Ethan

You could say that.

9:32 pm

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xxladymjxx · 1 year ago

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Cuffed (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You take your car in for a routine checkup. During your wait, you and Eddie keep each other occupied with "activities"

CW: Minors D.N.I, Language, nudity, smut, p in v sex, oral (Fem receiving), shower sex, use of hand cuffs, if I forget anything else I apologize!

Wc: 3.6k

Divider made by myself 💗

Having a mechanic for a boyfriend had its perks. You would bring your car to his place for a routine check or tune-up and you would pay him back with sex. Simple enough right? Right? You had offered him money countless times and he'd always convey "Your money's no good here," and he'd wink, further driving the point home.

You'd jokingly offered to suck him off as payment and his eyes lit up like fireworks. That's how your arrangement commenced. Pulling into his driveway you notice he was working on his van, he was using his creeper to look underneath it. Putting your car in park, turning off your car's engine, and unbuckling your seatbelt you step out.

The sun was scorching like the eye of Sauron was glaring at you, you felt as though you could melt onto the concrete of the ground. That's why you wore a simple bright, light yellow sundress complementing your skin and hugging your waist perfectly along with a pair of white buckled wedge platform sandals. Slamming your car door you call out "Yo, Eddie!" Honking your horn you make your way towards him as he pulls himself out from under his van with the creeper, hearing your voice.

"Hey, princess! I- whoa.." both of you halted in your tracks, eyes bulging out of your faces. Eddie had his work coveralls unbuckled so only his top half was visible.

He was shirtless and dripping with sweat, one of the said sweat beads traveled slowly down his chest before reaching their destination, his happy trail, black grease was painted so well on his body that it could be mistaken for one of his inky black tattoos, his hair was up in his bandana, loose strands he missed cling to his face. He grabbed one of his clean hand towels and furiously wiped his hands, his eyes not leaving yours. You walked closer to him. "Is your van okay?" curiosity broke you out of your trance of staring at Eddie.

"I think there is something wrong with my car, I'm sorry." You apologize and you're not sure why. He merely let out another laugh and kissed you on your cheek.

"Relax princess, this is my job. I'll fix your car, then I'll fix your car," his eyebrows wiggled when he said 'your' with enunciation.

Slapping his drenched chest playfully, rolling your eyes, and smiling you speak "Oh, stop!" chortling, the unmistakable wetness forming between your thighs is ever-present. Eddie walks over to your car with you following suit.

He lifts the hood to your 1970s Jeep CJ5 and everything seems to be in order according to him until you hear him say breathlessly "So beautiful," his hands go to either side of your car, licking his lips, and staring intensely at the slightly steaming contents inside. "You just needed your top off, didn't you baby?" he cooed at your car.

You gaze at him puzzled, 'what is he doing?' You ask yourself, taking a few steps closer to Eddie. He suddenly ducks his head further into the steaming engine of your car, almost like he could hear it "Hm? You want me inside you?" He asks smoothly and huskily, "Keys, princess," he holds out his hand not looking at you. You fish your keys out of your purse and put them in Eddie's palm. "Thanks, sweetheart," still not looking at you, he thanked you.

Eddie moved to the driver's side of your car and got in. You mimicked his actions, entered the passenger side, and sat down. "Okay," Eddie declared, "Your engine is overheated, princess. Thankfully your man knows what to do." he glanced at you, licking his lips. "First," he starts, "we turn off your air conditioning," he turns the knob to your AC to the right, turning it off. "Next, we crank up the heat!" he proceeds to do just that.

"Why?" you question, a brow raised.

"So, what WILL we do for fifteen minutes?" you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're implying.

Eddie's lips collide with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. Quickly pulling away Eddie gets out of your car and goes to your passenger side, opens your door, and carries you out bridal style, kicking your door shut.

"This is gonna take more than fifteen minutes!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, making you laugh. He carries you to his trailer, opens the door, and makes his way to his bedroom. Throwing you on his mattress he leers down at you, dozens of filthy ideas running through his mind like a marathon.

"Got something on your mind, Eddie?" you inquire with what you hope is in a sweet, sultry voice, your long legs posed sexy. Eddie's chocolate-brown eyes get considerably darker with your voice and body. His face darts across his room until his irises fall upon a metallic object hanging on his wall.

A devious smirk forms on his face, and an idea sprung to life.

Stalking over to you he sits on his bed "Let me help you take off your gorgeous dress, sweetheart. You must be hot, well more than you already are." he winks at you, beckoning you over to him with his fingers. He was right it was hot in his room too, feeling beads of sweat starting to form.

Scooting yourself over to him, the zipper holding your dress up was on your back. Eddie whispers against your neck, his warm breath already making you tremble, "Allow me, sweet girl," the praise traveling to your crotch, more wetness pooling. His tongue drags against your shoulder to your neck until he reaches the zipper of your sundress.

"You taste so sweet. Everything about you is sweet, princess" he bites the zipper and pulls it down at an agonizingly slow speed. All this anticipation was making you hot literally and figuratively. Sweat beads were forming and dripping down the back of your neck. This didn't escape Eddie's notice.

"See, sweetheart? You're so hot even your sweat can't handle it," Eddie chuckles "Just like me, honestly," he resumes his task of pulling your zipper down gradually.

A whimper escapes your lips "Eddie," you pant, from the heat and the anticipation.

"Hmm?" He presses his lips against your back, kissing you.

"Please, take my dress off!" you beseech.

Eddie laughs softly, his forehead resting on your back, and in one swift motion the zipper was down, and your dress was lifted off your body, leaving you in just your now-drenched panties.

"Let me take it with you!" Christ, you were needy, but that didn't stop Eddie from having a face-splitting grin.

"Of course, princess,"

Following Eddie with nerves like an electrical energy current causing small tremors, you recognized this symptom and this didn't go unnoticed by Eddie as well.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" concern and care etched upon his face.

"Y-yea, I think so," lifting a trembling hand you start breathing exercises. In for four, hold for four, out for four. The energy current slows down and subsides after a few minutes.

"Fantastic job, princess! I'm so proud of you!" he grins and gives you a peck on the lips "You were about to have a panic attack but before you could you did your exercises and you beat it! I've got one hell of a badass for a girlfriend!" his grin got wider, casting the shadows of your panic attack into the bright sunlight that is Eddie Munson.

Taking another deep breath you smile at your man "I guess you still make me nervous," you giggle a little embarrassed, you adore your boyfriend so much that sometimes it still influences your body in a less-than-ideal way.

"Babe, as much as that inflates my ego, I hate seeing you in any kind of distress." your smile grows wider, adoring him more, he truly cares for you.

"I'm never gonna get any better if I don't get out of my comfort zone more often," explaining to Eddie your plan you shrug "I need to get stronger." Eddie can't help but grin.

"I'm right here with you, I'll never let you go through something alone." His words are like magic, further casting the dark shadows of your mind away banishing them to hell where they belong.

"Thank you, Eddie," voice quiet but laced with sincerity you reveal your gratitude.

Entering his bathroom and starting his shower. Eddie's eyes travel to the metallic object on his wall again, he went over to seize said item. He notices your discarded panties sitting on his linoleum floor, he could feel his cock getting hard as a rock at the fact that his hotter-than-hell girlfriend was taking a shower completely nude. Holding up the metallic cuffs in his hand he grins mischievously. Upon entering his shower he called your name to which you turned around quickly "Yes, my love?" your body is covered in soap lather, Eddie dangled the handcuffs in front of your face.

You let out a small gasp "Eddie, you mean?-"

"Yes, now." His voice is low and menacing as you hold one of your wrists out and he spins you clamping on the cuffs with quick speed, your wrists secure behind your back.

"Eddie, I-"

"Hush, princess," he pulls your body away from the shower head so he could wash, and rinse his body and hair. He was covered in grease, he grabbed his coconut-scented body wash and drenched himself in a lather, humming a soft tune. After he was finished he saw that you had lather still on your body, Eddie moved your body back under the showerhead but turned you around so you were facing him. "Here's what's gonna happen," the way he used your name made you tremble as he turned you back around, your back to his chest, you were dripping at this point. Leaning over he whispered huskily in your ear "I'm going to," he grabbed his hard cock "Take you," he aligned himself with your entrance "From behind!" Slamming himself fully into your pussy you scream.

"AH! Fuck!"

His thrusts are relentless inside you, stretching and splitting you open as though he were set on decimating it, and you in the process. "Fuck! Eddie!" The now tepid water was doing nothing to quell the heat in your body nor ease Eddie's thrusts. Using your cuffed hands as leverage he pulls you up level to his body he questions.

"You like this sweetheart? Huh? Is my big fat cock destroying your pretty little pussy? Hmm?"

In pure bliss, you can only cry out "Yes!"

Pushing you back down onto the shower wall he resumes his assault on your pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. Reaching over your body Eddie plays with your clit, rubbing it at the pace he is fucking you. Your walls clench down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Eddie moans out, still rubbing your clit your orgasm is imminent.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum!" You're salivating at this point.

Eddie lifts you to his back again "Cum!" a simple command that you obeyed. His thrusts became erratic and rubbed your clit harder than ever

"Fuck!!!" you drawl out as you cum, legs trembling and feeling like jelly as loud moans spill from your lips. Eddie quickly pulls out of you, turns off the water, and scoops you up into his arms "E-Eddie? W-what are you-".

"Gotta have round two!" he grins as he exits his shower, both of you soaking wet leaving small puddles of water in your wake, he arrives at his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed.

"Eddie, I'm going to get your bed sheets all wet!" Why the hell were you worried about that shit now of all times? Eddie scoffs.

"Who the fuck cares? I've got you naked…soft and wet on my bed, now," Moving behind you he unlocks your right hand "Care to humor me a bit?" Eddie pats his bedpost, wiggling his eyebrows. Smirking, you move both your upper limbs so he can attach them. Hearing the soft click of the cuffs and the metal once again on your right wrist, setting the key on his bedside table he lets out a dark chuckle "You can't run," His soft, sensual voice reverberated into your body making you moan. Laying down on his bed, your body is welcomed by his sheets clean and crisp with the faint smell of cigarettes, laundry detergent, and home. Eddie Munson is your home. Eddie moves to the end of his bed and spreads your smooth legs open.

"Eddie, I-" Eddie interrupted you once more.

"Princess…'' This time his voice is seductive, traveling straight to your pussy, and more dampness takes form.

"Y-yes?" your question is a little apprehensive.

"Relax, baby. Let me take care of my good girl. Because you,"

He kisses your ankle, lifting it to his mouth.

"Deserve,"

He trails flaming kisses up your calf to your knee, leaving small blazes in their wake.

"Your man too,"

Eddie kisses his way down your inner thigh till he reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Calm your nerves," Eddie glances at your quivering pussy and throbbing clit. "Especially your button, baby," he grins the mother of grins, and with that, he dives into his banquet, feasting on your pussy like he was on death row and this was his last meal; slow and purposeful. When Eddie said he was going to take care of you he meant every word. Taking his sweet time he opened your lower lips with his tongue, and your pussy was wetter than he had anticipated. "Oh, sweet girl, so needy for my tongue, huh," he was talking to your pussy, which at his declaration clenched around the air.

Eddie took your clit in his mouth, his tongue alternating between side to side and up and down on your bud. The feeling is magnificent, moaning out in pleasure you make sure Eddie hears your cries of bliss. He doesn't miss it one bit, smirking into your pussy he hums sending vibrations throughout your body.

"Eddie, fuck!" The cry exiting your mouth was rich with pleasure. Glimpsing down at Eddie feasting on your cunt your eyes lock once again, and a spark passes through your body; not one of nerves but of longing, understanding communicated silently. To say Eddie knew your body was an understatement, the man mastered your body. Each movement of his tongue had a singular purpose, to get you off.

Moving his head side to side he pulls at your clit "Eddie!" You scream, eliciting a chuckle from the man between your legs.

"You want my fingers, sweetheart?" Eddie questions, lifting himself from his five-star meal momentarily, his index and ring finger teasing your wet entrance.

Resembling a bobblehead you nod eagerly "Please, Eddie!" With no shame, you plead.

His fingers enter your cunt, he is welcomed by the warm, tight wetness that wraps around his digits. Groaning, he closes his eyes, wanting to focus solely on his fingers. The pillowy warmth reminded him of cuddling in blankets during a storm, he felt safe, and the sensation pulled a grin on his countenance. These tiny details of you make him remember such trivial things is one of the things he adores about you.

"Baby…" he coos, not being able to help the love in his voice. His fingers curl upward, targeting your g-spot.

Half an inch to the right.

And.

A high-pitched moan befalls your lips, and that's when Eddie knew he found it. "That's it," he encouraged, stroking your spot repeatedly.

Tugging at your cuffs, you futilely try to move your hands but groan in failure. "Eddie!" your eyes roll to the back of your skull as Eddie's mouth returns to your clit, sucking the bud into his ravenous mouth as his digits resume their attack on your g-spot. Eddie hummed against your clit, the vibrations giving you more pleasure than ever before.

Letting your bud go he commands "Cum for me, princess!" With the command, you feel the rubber band inside you snap, and you release your slick all over Eddies' face, fingers, and clean sheets.

Moan after pleasurable moan left unabashed from your mouth along with Eddies' name. Eddies' fingers gently pumped in and out of your pussy, helping you ride out your high. His chocolate button eyes are transfixed on you; your euphoric look is enchanting him. He gives your clit a kiss before climbing his way up your body, pulling his fingers out.

"Hey, babe," using both his hands he cradles your face gently as though you were made of glass. "Are you okay?" His voice is delicate and tender, still enchanted by your look of ecstasy.

Half-lidded you peek up at the love of your life. "I'm spectacular," beaming you kiss him, your soft pillowy lips feeling great against his slightly chapped lips, you taste the sweet tangy flavor of your slick on his mouth. Eddies' tongue locates your tongue and they proceed to do an erotic dance.

"Ready baby?" Eyes not leaving yours he grabs his hard cock and guides it to your opening, he wants to be as close as possible to you while he fucks you. Holding some of his weight on his forearms on either side of you he awaits your response.

"I'm ready," your faces are just inches apart you kiss him lightly.

Eddie enters your pussy slowly, the pace a delicious change from when he ate you out. Your inner walls welcome his cock like they were expecting his arrival. "Fuck—" Eddie chokes out, goosebumps traveling up and down his back. The elation of being inside of you bare was truly something to behold, once he was balls deep inside of you he began thrusting at a steady pace, savoring the moment and not breaking eye contact.

Soft moans and whimpers can be heard from your lips "I love you!" the emotion overwhelming every fiber of your being, the phrase "I love you." no longer feels adequate to describe how much you adore the man inside you.

Eddies' lips slam into yours, groaning his left-hand moves to your cuffed hands using them as leverage, and he thrusts into you faster with more force. "I fuckin' adore you!" The raspy declaration made your walls clench around his cock; he swears through gritted teeth.

"Eddie! Fuck!" the cuffs dig into your wrists as you attempt to move your hands once again. Catching a glimpse of your struggle made Eddie move his hips as fast as he could, chasing his release. All that could be heard in his room is the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the clank of your cuffs against the headboard.

Eddie let out a loud grunt "I'm cumming baby!" Reaching down both your bodies he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Reaching your high first, you cum "Eddie!" You drawl, your walls spasming around Eddies' cock, and that was enough to do him in.

"Shit, baby!" he hisses through clenched teeth, throwing his head back as he releases inside your womb. Collapsing on top of you, you both catch your breath in comfortable silence.

Only for you to say "Babe?" He hummed in response to you. "Mind uncuffing me? My wrists are starting to hurt."

"Of course, sweetheart," he answers you chuckling, reaching over to his bedside he grabs said key and releases you from your confinement. Unlocking both wrists you throw your arms around him.

"Do you ever get tired of me telling you I love you?"

"Do you ever get tired of fucking your lover?" he retorts with a grin.

Mock thinking about it you tease with lith in your voice "Just a little." you hold your index and thumb out and make sure that they're barely touching.

Eddie laughs, pulling out of you and flopping down on his bed. "Just a little." he parrots affectionately "So," he grins looking over at you "Did I fix your car ma'am?" his tongue pokes out of his mouth and glides it over the tips of his teeth with a smirk.

Blushing you respond "You sure did, Mr. Munson." you wink at him. "I think we should check on my actual car." you start to get up but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest.

"Or," he kisses the top of your head. "We could take a nap," the suggestion elicits a yawn from your mouth.

"A nap sounds great right now."

Eddie pulls his sheets over your nude bodies and kisses your temple.

"Sleep well, sweetheart."

"Sleep well, Eddie."

You both drift away into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 4 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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TWELVE: TOXIC.

The Devil’s Trail is as hot and as ruthless as the stories say.

“We should be outta here in about a day,” Geto pants, riding his horse in front of you.

“Okay,” you exhale, wiping sweat from your forehead. “We can stop at nightfall. The mountains look like a good place to spend the night.”

“Sure,” Gojo replies, his toned muscles glistening in sweat. He too rides in front of you, his horse taking its sweet time to avoid overheating itself.

That’s the end of your conversation since you left Safe County. So far, your convos have been short, sweet, and to the point. Though it makes you feel some type of way, you don’t try to push it. You don’t have the energy to.

You and the Gunslingers immediately left Sage County after your scare on the railroad tracks. You got dressed in your boots, hat, and bandana, packed up your things, and headed North on your horses. It took about a day’s ride to finally reach the Devil’s Trail.

All buildings and signs of civilization fell away, replaced with tumbleweeds, cacti, rocky mountains, and animals that skittered and scurried by every now and again, such as armidillos and lizards. The sun is blistering hot, poised high in the sky and creating a blinding light among the horizon. You want to pluck it out of the sky and store it away in your pocket.

The heat is terrible. It is a dry, suffocating kind of heat that makes you want to drain your canteen. You have stripped off your jacket and tied it around your waist to avoid sweating bullets, but alas, the heat and the sun’s rays are so bad that you sweat through your riding pants, boots, and undershirt.

Meanwhile, the Gunslingers have stripped themselves completely. Geto decided to go shirtless under his vest, exposing only his toned chest coated in fine, black chest hair that you want to stroke. You also find that his nipples are pierced as they push through the fabric. The fact that he left his riding gloves and hat on just makes him look even more (unfortunately) appetizing.

Meanwhile, Gojo is completely shirtless, his impressive physique on full display for you. He only kept on his blindfold and gloves, his hat dangling from the side of his saddle.

You try not to look at them as you ride behind them, gripping Reneigh’s reins a little tighter than necessary. You haven’t spoken about what happened last night, not wanting to do so, but their tight-lipped, passively aggressive attitudes are starting to irk you…or maybe you just miss talking to them that much.

“Listen, are we gonna talk?” you blurt.

Gojo barely spares you a glance as he blandly asks you, “Talk about what?”

That response pisses you off. “About why y’all are actin’ so weird. ‘Cause at this point, we may as well talk about it.”

Geto looks at you from over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. “Talk about what exactly?” he asks. “Talk about how you lied to us? How you nearly got yourself killed? How you deliberately when against our plan to lay low?”

You ride your horse a little faster, having her speedwalk over to Geto until you’re side by side.

“Our plan?” you cackle. “That wasn’t our plan, Geto. That was a plan y’all decided to make up without talkin’ to me about it ‘cause y’all were scared. I thought the plan was to get Benji which I was doin’ for all of us!”

“Without tellin’ us,” Geto adds, giving you a sharp look. “You should’ve talked about it with us first, Y/N. We didn’t even know where you were. We thought somethin’ horrible happened to you when we saw your stuff still in your bedroom.”

At this revelation, guilt eats you up. You imagine them in your hotel room, panicking, and the guilt gets worse. “I-I’m sorry,” you softly say, taken aback. “I didn’t–”

“You didn’t what?” Gojo sharply asks. He is now beside you, putting you in the middle of himself and Geto. “You didn’t know, as smart as you are?” He scoffs, looking straight ahead. “Maybe I shouldn’t even say that as stupid as your plan was.” You think you’re just hallucinating the insult as first because of the heat, but no. And that angers you. “Excuse me?” you hiss.

“How ‘bout you didn��t care, Y/N, hm?” he continues, that same bite in his tone. “Does that sound about right? You didn’t care enough about us to sit your ass put and wait?”

“No!” you argue. “I did it because I care about…” You. But you stop yourself from saying it.

“About our deal,” you instead say. “Our original plan. If we had a good chance to snag Benji, I wasn’t about to sit tight and let him get away.”

“But he did get away,” Geto points out. “We had no idea where he is now, Y/N.” He heaves a large, tiring sigh, pinching his nose with his gloved fingers. “I just wish you weren’t so reckless or carless about this,” he mumbles.

The shock of his words hit you, making you stop your horse dead in her tracks. “Reckless?!” you snap. “Careless?! Listen, I’m sorry that I upset y’all, tha doesn’t mean you get to insult me. I…” Then you stop, staring at the glares of the men in front of you, and you suddenly don’t feel any more guilt. You instead feel anger.

How could they not understand you? How could they brush this off when you’ve told them your story? “You know what?” you bark. “I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry that I lied, I’m not sorry that I went to the opera, and I’m not sorry that I at least tried to get Benji myself. It wasn’t even my fault that I didn’t get him! It was Valentine’s!”

Both men stop and share a look, silently concerting between each other. Geto sighs once more, running a hand over his sweaty face. “Maybe we should just drop you off in Willow Springs and look for Benji ourselves,” he says, obviously trying to let you down easy.

But it doesn’t do that at all. Once again, you feel abandoned. Unwanted. Like a nuisance to them. “So…what?” you sharply ask, squinting at them. “You don’t think I’m capable enough to do this and keep my emotions in check so you dump me?”

“We’re not dumpin’ you,” Gojo argues. “And no, you can’t keep your goddamn emotions in check because if you could, you would’ve listened to us when we said to lay fuckin’ low.”

“Because I’m a woman, right?” you snap albeit irrationally.

Gojo looks shocked at the question and then begins to laugh. “Oh, this?!” he guffaws. “You’re usin’ this sexist shit against us now?” Even Geto is pissed by that sharp turn you did, turning this into something else because of your hurt.

“You know that’s not what we’re sayin’, Y/N,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re too overly excited. Too hellbent. We want to get Benji just as much as you do, but imagine what could’ve happened to you last night.”

You have imagined it. You’ve been imagining it since you left Sage County. But they don’t understand. They can’t understand. And you’re tired of trying to mak them. So you throw your hands up and give up. “You know what?” you scoff. “I don’t fuckin’ need this. Y’all aren't my dads and neither one of y’all get to tell me what to do. I decide what I want to do and what I want to do now is leave.”

You wiggle Reneigh’s reins, coaxing her to turn around and walk the other way. “Where are you goin’?” Gojo asks. You glaringly look over your shoulder. “If we’re not gonna see eye to eye on this, then I’ll just go my own way,” you shippily reply. “Have fun findin’ Benji, assholes.”

Then you ride your horse away, her hooves kicking up dirt. “Y/N, wait,” Geto sighs. “Don’t leave. “C’mon, you know you won’t last a day out there on ya own.”

He tries to come near you, but you slip your gun out of its holster and point it at him and Gojo. “Leave me alone!” you bark. “Don’t come near me!”

Despite their worried expressions, they listen and don’t come near you. But moments later, you’ll wish they hadn’t listened. You’ll wish you hadn’t walked away from them, swallowed your pride, and just stayed. When you turn around to face the road, you barely make it a mile from them when a big ass snake is suddenly slithering out from behind a cactus. It is thick, black, and scaley.

Reneigh reacts immediately, whineying in panic and coming up onto her hind legs. You scream, falling off of her back and hard onto your ass. You don’t have a moment to recover because the snake is slithering towards you and baring its teeth at your exposed skin. Its fangs, sharp and long, sink into your ankle. It is like receiving a mosquito bite and a bee sting wrapped into one times ten.

You scream again, trying to shake the snake off of you. Taking your gun, you aim at it and shoot. Though the bullet hits the ground across from you, it scares the snake and it lets go of you before slithering off into a brush. You groan in pain, the stinging sensation crawling up your leg instantly.

Your horse continues to freak out, shaking her mane and backing away from you. “Reneigh!” you cry. “It’s okay, it’s okay!”

You try to move towards her but your ankle hurts too much. You whimper at the pain and look down to see blood soaking your pant leg.

“Y/N,” a silky, deep voice suddenly says above you. You look up and the sun has turned into Geto’s worried, handsome face. “What happened?” he asks. “We heard you scream.”

You shakily point at the brush the snake slithered into. “I-It was a snake,” you whimper. “It bit my ankle and I shot at it, so my horse got spooked.”

Gojo appears and quickly moves towards Reneigh to soothe her, putting his hands up to steady her as she bucks and tries to run. “Shh, shh,” he coos. He takes a hold of her reins and firmly pulls her toward him, making her come down on her front legs. He lays a hand on her side and strokes it, pulling his blindfold up to stare deep into her eyes. Whatever your beautiful beast sees in those hypnotizing blues makes her breathing level and her body go still.

The snow-haired outlaw then turns to you and Geto. “What the hell happened?” he demands.

Geto gently takes your leg into his hands, straightening your knee. “She got bit.” His brown eyes stare into yours, his fingers hovering over your ankle. “Lemme see it, Y/N,” he says, though it’s more of a plea than an order.

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you nod and he gingerly rolls your pants leg up to reveal the bite. You cringe at the deep, punctured holes oozing with blood under your pants. What’s even worse is the burning sensation you feel on your skin, traveling down to your foot and up your leg. “Ah!” you gasp, your body tense with pain.

Geto’s brows furrow at the wound. “Damn, honey, it got you bad,” he tuts. “But it don’t look fatale. I’ve had a bite like this before–looks like it was from a viper judgin’ by the size of the fang bites.” He doesn’t waste time taking his bag off of his shoulders and retrieving the canteen. Quickly, he pours some cold water onto the wound and you flinch.

Suddenly, you feel a hand in yours and look up to see Gojo’s beautiful eyes. He doesn’t say anything–just presses his palms against your face, keeping your head still. You see island oceans and glaciers in his eyes, the blue of them so beautiful that a calm washes over you.

Maybe this is just what Reneigh saw. Whatever it is, its magic works on you because you don’t even move when Geto rips some fabric off of his shirt with his teeth and wraps it around your ankle.

“Good girl,” he coos as he ties a knot behind your ankle.

Once he’s done, you look down at your bandaged ankle and instantly feel Gojo’s magic wear off. “I’m not gonna die, am I?” you pant, staring into Geto’s concerned eyes. “If we don’t try to treat it now, you will,” he says somberly. He then looks at his partner. “We need to get her outta here.”

“And go where?” Gojo scoffs. “We’re in a total wasteland and Willow Springs is a day away!” Geto runs a hand over his face, frustrated. “We have no choice,” he huffs. “We’ve gotta turn around and go back to Sage County.”

“What?” you gasp, absolutely protesting the idea “No, no, no! We can’t go back! We’re almost there! We can’t just–”

You’re instantly cut off by a horrible throb in your ankle and a wave of dizziness washing over you. The duo instantly notice. “Fine,” you pant. “M’fine. I…”

But you can’t finish the sentence, the bite taking full effect on you. “C’mon, darlin’,” Geto sighs, gently taking your legs into his hands. “Help me lift her up, Satoru.”

You feel Gojo’s hands under your shoulders and are suddenly lifted into the air, your eyes fluttering closed against the sun and their silky voices.

You don’t remember anything after that.

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xxladymjxx · 1 year ago

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Thank you for the tag 💗

This is my current WIP! (Constructive criticism is always welcome.) 💗

He barked out a laugh "Sure is now!" he places his clean hands on your waist and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and having a wrestling match with yours, you hum delightfully. Pulling away from the kiss Eddie asks "To what do I owe pleasure, sweetheart?" He licks his lips, and you beam at Eddie "I think there is something wrong with my car, I'm sorry." You apologize and you're not sure why. He merely let out another laugh and kissed you on your cheek "Relax princess, this is my job. I'll fix your car, then I'll fix your car," his eyebrows wiggled when he said 'your' with enunciation.

Slapping his drenched chest playfully, rolling your eyes, and smiling you speak "Oh, stop!" you chortle but the unmistakable wetness forming between your thighs is ever-present. Eddie walks over to your car with you following suit.

"Why?" you question, a brow raised.

"It'll divert the heat from the engine to in here, so it's gonna get hot, sweetheart," he smirked devilishly and you felt your face heat up and your thighs tingle. "We wait fifteen minutes for the engine to cool," now it was your turn to smirk "So, what WILL we do for fifteen minutes?" you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're implying.

"Got something on your mind, Eddie?" you enquire with what you hope is in a sweet, sultry voice, your long legs posed in a sexy way. Eddie's chocolate-brown eyes get considerably darker with your voice and body. His face darts across his room until his irises fall upon a metallic object hanging on his wall.

A devious smirk forms on his face, and an idea sprung to life.

Scooting yourself over to him, the zipper holding your dress up was on your back. Eddie whispers against your neck, his warm breath already making you tremble, "Allow me, sweet girl," the praise traveling to your crotch, more wetness already pooling. His tongue drags against your shoulder to your neck until he reaches the zipper of your sundress.

"You taste so sweet. Everything about you is sweet, princess" he bites the zipper and slowly pulls it down at an agonizingly slow speed. All this anticipation was making you hot literally and figuratively. Sweat beads were forming and dripping down the back of your neck. This didn't escape Eddie's notice.

"See, sweetheart? You're so hot even your sweat can't handle it," Eddie chuckles "Just like me, honestly" he resumes his task of pulling your zipper down gradually. A whimper escapes your lips "Eddie," you pant, from the heat and the anticipation.

"Hmm?" He presses his lips against your back, kissing you.

"Please, take my dress off!" you beseech.

Eddie laughs softly, his forehead resting on your back, and in one swift motion the zipper was down, and your dress was lifted off your body, leaving you in just your now-drenched panties.

Eddie had to use every amount of restraint he had in his body to not pounce on you but then he looked at himself "I'm filthy," he remarks, a smirk on his face "I think I'll take a shower," he removes his work coveralls, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing the obvious tent he was sporting you blurted out "Let me take it with you!" Christ, you were needy, but that didn't stop Eddie from having a face-splitting grin. "Of course, princess,"

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this is from TWIN FLAMES : 7 (the very first thing I ever wrote lmaaaao)

Eddie slides down the counter and lays down, you take your shorts off in a hurry. He moves his head between your thighs, so you’re straddling his face.

“Eddie, I don’t want to hurt yo—” Eddie shoves his tongue deep into your aching dripping hole.

Phone ringing louder

After what feels like hours but in reality is only seconds of Eddie lashing his tongue against your clit, he mumbles underneath of you. “I don’t give a fuck about my nose right now, sit down.”

Hearing his beautiful mouth filter those filthy words could make you cum on contact alone. You do as you're told, you sit back grinding your pussy against Eddie’s face. A moan escapes from his lips that vibrates on your clit. Sending a shock wave through your entire body.

Phone still ringing

“Fuck Eddie…d-don’t stop, mmm oh shiiiiit” working your hips against his tongue, chasing your high.

Ringing again.

“Fuuuck, fuc-” ringing “Eddie, Eddie hang on I have to answer this, it might be my p— hah-rents.” You lean onto your knees and yank the long cord off the wall behind you.

“He-hello?” Eddie grabs your hips and forces you back down on his face, twirling his tongue as you stifle a moan and cover the end of the receiver.

“Y/N, is everything alright? You sound like you’re out of breath,” your mother says through the phone.

“Oh, h-hiii Mom, yeah I’m f-fine, I just..” Eddie is swirling his tongue faster “…was o-ooo-outside” you lie through your teeth chewing on your lip.

You try to squirm away from Eddie but his arms are wrapped on either side of your thighs pulling you closer to him, pushing his tongue into your hole, and engulfing his lips on your clit.

“Oh, okay honey. Dad and I just wanted you to know we are flying in early tomorrow morning.”

“Alright m-om sounds good, sounds really really good.”

Eddie lets out a chuckle from beneath your dripping cunt. You squeeze your thighs around his face trying to snuff out his voice, the cool bite of the kitchen tile stinging your knees.

“Happy Fourth of July! See you tomorrow, love you sweetie!” Your mom and dad say in unison.

“I love you too” your voice wavering out like you're talking underwater.

You wait for the dial tone on the opposite end to finally release your pent up high.

“Oh my God Eddie! Oh holy shit, fuck fuck fuck right there!” You whine as your orgasm releases all over Eddie’s face, you can feel him grinning below you as you are shaking rapidly against him falling forward to the floor, unable to keep your balance any longer.

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dragonzair · 3 years ago

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Bad Boy of the Barrio

(alternatively, It's Me Benji Ramos, you know me from the Vagos)

#ever since i found out abt lys basing benji on robin padilla its been living in my head rent free #gtarp #benji ramos #nopixel #anyway 4 months later i am still into gta roleplay ash/benji and the vagos huh #also its absoluTELY hilarious to me abt robin padilla bc i grew up as a tomboy child who play-dressed as a gangster bc of him #shirtless with a bandana on my head and everything #anyway i used him and manny jacinto as reference for this #my art

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willow-darling · 3 years ago

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Wake up call (regina mills x female reader)

!! WARNINGS !! READ THIS FIRST BEFORE READING AHEAD !!

This is smut. The following kinks are in it: morning sex, mommy kink, fingering, dom and sub, and other things.

It's basically lesbian smut.I wrote this out from my dr, I shifted to ouat and got an idea for the smut. There she can read my mind, it's a soulmate thing I added. This was also the first smut I ever wrote so don't be too harsh. I write better now, but I still love this one.

Enjoy!! You have been warned!!

I wake up in my usual position, laying with Regina, her holding me while I lay against her chest. But this morning, I woke up a lot more, needy, than usual, and since it was quite peaceful, I thought it’d go away. Until I noticed Regina’s leg being right between mine, intertwined in a way. I just look at the sleeping goddess in front of me, unsure of what to do, I just lay still and try to fall back asleep.

Until she suddenly moves, pulling you a bit closer and moving her leg against your panties, making a whimper come out. You now know she’s awake, or at least, a little.

Because of the friction, she was making with her leg, you couldn’t help but moan softly, and giving in to your own instincts, slightly grinding on her thigh, trying to stay silent. Suddenly you heard a low and raspy voice saying, “Well good morning, princess. This certainly is a nice surprise.”

“Shit she’s awake!” you thought, forgetting that she can hear that and getting the immediate response: “I am, darling. Although you seem more active than me, so early in the morning, too! How scandalous of you.”

You looked up at the woman, seeing a big smirk on her face, along with the look she gave you, very pleased with herself but also a look filled with lust. If your breathing wasn’t shaky enough, it would be now.

“Oh don’t let me stop you from finishing what you started. I wanna see it too, princess.” She whispered, “Or do you need my help because you can’t do it yourself?”

The way she knew the right things to say to get you going, was amazing, but also so bad. Because you knew it’d be a thing she’d be repeating today. So, you just kept quiet, unsure of what to say or do, until Regina grabbed your hips and pulled you further towards her, saying “Don’t lie to me, I can feel it, remember? You’re not that good at hiding your needy eyes, not at all. Perhaps we should do something about that,”

She chuckled lowly, this usually scared you, but in an exciting way. Only, right now you didn’t feel that exciting, scared feeling, you just needed her, so bad. The only thing you could mutter out was: “please, mommy...”

You knew very well what was going to come next, and on queue, “Please what, princess? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need.” She said with a smirk, softly stroking your hair. This gave you that false feeling of her being soft, knowing damned well what would happen the moment you told her what to do. No more softness, not until after. And yet, you still melted into her arms, obeying her commands.

“Please help me, mommy. You know I can’t do it by myself.” You said, blushing, still embarrassed at these moments, but immediately getting a reassuring kiss. “You know I don’t judge you for that, princess. It just means you’ll always need me to finish, which feels nice.” She smirked, now paying attention to the mess that was you on her thigh, soaking, already.

Deciding not to torture you with her leg between yours, she flipped you over. You being on the bottom, her on top. Getting a questioning look, “Are you sure you want this, you don’t have to, don’t do it because I want you to.” You reassured her it was something you wanted by grabbing her face and kissing her, getting a chuckle and a big smile. Because you rarely do this, but she loves it when you do.

She pulls away, wanting to put down some rules. Saying “You know the basics, tell them to me.”

You repeated the rules she had set, feeling safe with her, because she did take good care of you, even with this. “I can only cum when you tell me to when I ask and you say yes. We use the traffic light system or the bandana system.” “what do those two mean?” She asked, testing you on it,

“Traffic light system is where you name a colour after telling me an action, or during an action. If I say “green” It means I’m okay with it and you can go/continue, if I say “orange” it means that you need to pause for a moment, and when I say “red” it’s me telling you to stop. The bandana system, one we frequently use, is where you give me a bandana to hold, and if I need you to stop, I drop it.” You say, having gone over this quite a lot because she wanted to make sure you were comfortable, not just her.

“Good girl,” Regina said, smirking, as you kissed her again. She takes over, kissing you deeply and trailing her hand up to your chest, not needing to take off a shirt, since you slept shirtless. She started playing with one of your nipples, knowing the sensitivity they had.

A quiet moan escaping your mouth as she stopped kissing you and moved her mouth over to the nipple, expertly using her tongue, knowing all the various movements to drive you crazy. And they did.

You needed a lot more than just that, you wanted a lot more than that. Your neediness bubbling up and moaning out, “Mommy, please… I need more… touch me, please.”

She looked up, going to your face again and kissing you. “Of course, princess, since you asked so nicely, it would be cruel of me not to do anything.” She smirked, locking eyes with you to see your reaction as she started playing with your nipple again, while her left hand was slowly trailing down to your core. Leaving little marks with her nails until she reached the inside of your thigh, where she felt you through your panties. “So early and already soaking wet? Poor baby, mommy will help you out.”

You never broke eye contact, keeping her intense look on you, feeling every single thing she did. She had a mischievous look in her eyes, that she was planning something.

Regina knew exactly what to do, something you hated and both loved. She moved her hands onto the side of your panties, removing them quickly as she noticed it was something she bought for you. “feeling special, with that particular underwear?” She smirked, slowly rubbing through your folds at a torturous speed, making you needier and wetter.

Without a warning she slammed two fingers into you, still watching your look, which shifted as you broke the eye contact. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into her hand, needing so much more than she was giving. Your breathing became a bit erratic, resulting in the woman giving you a more calming look, laying herself on top of you, syncing your breathing.

She loved you too much to make you have a panic attack, even if it was a very gay one, it could always turn into an actual one. But she knew that this would work because this happened a lot, you needed to concentrate on what was happening, so you wouldn’t be surprised. She kissed you again, calming you down effectively as she looked at your eyes asking if she can go. You said “green” meaning she could start.

She nodded at the colour, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly, making you moan and whine. Because she thrusted at a torturously slow pace. In… out… in…. out…, you thought, accidentally looking at Regina again, seeing her enjoying every second of your whines.

“More...” You managed to get out, mind fogged by your neediness, but Regina understood, nodding at picking up her pace, finally going at a nice and stable rhythm you liked.

You moaned loudly as the woman kissed you, saying “Don’t want to wake up the neighbours now, do we?” She joked because the walls were extra thick, purely for this purpose.

You couldn’t think, except for the part where she was fucking you, your hips bucked in the rhythm Regina was pumping in, she used her thumb to play with your clit, rubbing slow circles, at a very different pace. You liked this a lot and you were very close to the edge already. Remembering the rule and getting out “Mommy… please… I-I’m close, can I cum, please?”

She looked at you with a sympathetic look, “You have been a very good girl, so I’ll let you. Cum for me, princess.” She cooed, still pumping your fingers but moving herself to your core, wanting to taste it.

It didn’t take long for you to come undone, the woman quickly removing her fingers and expertly used her tongue to help you ride out your orgasm, making you come a second time. The moment she started fucking you with her tongue, it had made you feel all wet again.

This time, when you were done, she kissed you, “Taste yourself, princess, you’ll love it.”

She was right, and you enjoyed every bit of it as you sneakily slid your own hand down her panties, knowing she had a need too, that needed to be taken care of. Regina looked at you in surprise saying “Baby, you don’t need to do that.” You admitted you wanted to and immediately slipped two fingers in, making the woman whimper. You loved pleasing her, the sounds and faces she made at you made you so happy, she reassured you were doing well. Guiding your hands as to where to place them, successfully thrusting into her with your two fingers, picking up the pace as you heard her moan, uncontrollably. All you could hear was “Good girl, making mommy feel good.”

You carefully slid her panties off, throwing them into the room. Wanting to do the same, taste her, which Regina encouraged. You did as you were told, seeing her throw her head back in pleasure, with her gaping mouth open, a moaning mess. You decided you were going to tease her a little more, by putting your mouth on her clit, sucking and using your tongue to move the small nerve bundle, making everything 10x worse.

With a few last thrusts and licks, she came with a moan, that pulled you closer, biting down on your neck, to muffle herself. After she had ridden out every last bit you went down and “cleaned” her, using every single trick you knew, wanting her to come a second time, now that the sensitivity was high. You did it quite easily, the woman grinding on your face, and you slightly moaned at the feeling. Suddenly she came all over your face and into your mouth, you cleaned her up for real this time and kissed her.

“You taste so good, mommy,” you said, being tired, “I need some more sleep, I’m a bit tired.”

The woman kissed you and handed you a small drink, taking care of you, “I know princess, thank you” She cooed, laying down next to you, and falling back asleep together again.

#smut #ouat fanfic #regina mills #lesbian #gay #wlw #once upon a time #fanfic #ouat #morning #mommy #it was the first smut i wrote so its short #willow-darling

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stargirlwnchstr · 4 years ago

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I have a visual to share with y'all. Say welcome to my long ass 'The Foxes + tiktok' headcanon

@ nickythefox_es (part 1???)

Basically Nicky gets tiktok but all of the foxes show up eventually and just use his profile.

• Most of the videos are with nicky and allison, also matt and dan and occasionally neil.

• Allison and nicky learn so many dances.

• Their duet of make his pockets hurt with Mariah and Zane from the vlog squad is the first one to go v i r a l.

• Yeah most of their followers know them but some and a lot of the comments are non exy fans that just watch them because they're cool

• So many of the "what is exy" "stickball game??" "dont even bother explaining to me what is the sport they play I dont care I'm just here for neil." And related comments get a liked from creator (andrew told nicky to like them)

•The "Oh my god she's coming." "I'm so afraid of her." Audio are the twinyards and nicky shows up, he had to bribe them to be a part of that one.

• They post another version but it's Kevin that enters and Allison and Nicky talking

• So many comments thirsting over them and calling matt and dan parents

• "the real bisexual struggle is simping for matt and dan in the same tiktok." -> liked from creator nickythefox_es commented/replied: ASDGFKSSDWADKWB

• Someone makes a 'put a finger down: Neil Josten edition' and nicky drags him to do it. They both smile as they listen to the prompts and Neil obviously puts all his fingers down but they're like "put a finger down if you clapbacked/if you bad mouthed someone (bonus points if it was on national tv)" "put a finger down if you're under 6 feet" "put a finger down if you love exy" and the last one just says "put a finger down if andrew minyard." Neil does and smiles at someone off camera. Needless to say it goes viral as well. A few weeks after nicky gets verified.

• Allison becomes friends with thenavarose and wisdom sorry I dont make the rules (they're fashion tiktokers)

• They make a series of rating each of the foxes throughout the day, including one of Wymack.

• They do receive bad comments, from bitter ravens fans or just recalling their pasts and nicky sits down and makes a video telling everyone about how they do this videos for fun they dont need hate and negative comments on their videos and all that

• Then another one posted minutes after, neil comes in and nicky says "okay neil you have one minute. Rant off." And neil goes on this rant like how they already hit Rock bottom a single comment is not gonna hurt them and "do you get how insignificant and meaningless your lives must be? You took the time to write and post a comment that you thought was gonna cause an impact and failed. Also thanks for the comments though it helps nicky stay on the algorithm." NICKY SCREECHES AND THE VIDEO ENDS WITH THEM SMILING

• Allison vlogs neil and her going shopping or thrifting also cutting Neil's hair

• *neil walks into the room wearing his orange bandana* *camera moves and zooms on Andrew's face* he doesnt lip sync but the song sings "oh noo I think I'm catching feelings" andrew tells him to delete it "but it already has thousands of likes andrew"

• They post some of their work out routines per request

• One of them is the fast and "I'm spinning like a ballerina" chill of neil just running on the treadmill and doing sprints and squats and leg stuff while it cuts to allison doing a bit of everything but looking like a queen on a matching set.

• A fun one that goes viral for "vine energy" is: it's very quiet on the court and Kevin, very in the zone, throws the ball to the goal, which Andre's catches easily and almost without moving. The camera goes back to kevin as he screeches and let's himself fall on the ground. Neil is standing beside him shaking his head and looking at the goal with a smile on his face.

• They try to teach neil the dances but while filming one of them he just leaves. They post it either way.

• They're in the bus, nicky is on selfie mode and says "it is game day my dudes" he turns and shows the whole bus S C R E A M S, in the corner Wymack is covering his face.

• The iconic "they say drunk thoughts are sober words" or something like that and it cuts to a series of videos of the foxes drunk af. Example: Nicky grabbing Allison's face and saying 'Remember. Bread. Head. Leave.' And allison nodding.

• Nicky films kevin standing up and put the "do you ever wonder what is going on inside their head?" And it cuts to pictures of racquets and exy and Jeremy Knox and one that says history stuff.

• Another one that goes viral is kevin very seriously and p e r f o r m i n g, rapping Jefferson's side of the cabinet battle #1 from Hamilton then towards the end andrew stands up in front of him and with his iconic bored expression he starts rapping Hamilton's part. Behind the camera there's a soft "...oh my gOD" and kevin is shocked eyes widen open and then the camera zooms on Neil who's mouth is open in shock but GRINNING and ~impressed~

• Dan and matt do The challenge, you know the one that like has to flip them over and all that and they ace it, nicky points the camera to where andrew and neil are stating and Andrew says no.

• A few minutes later another video of the challenge is posted only this time is matt and neil.

• Nicky and allison are in full gear filming a dance video (maybe savage or captain hook) on the court and someone films them filming that and then Wymack looking at them SO disappointed cut to Wymack with nicky's phone, having confiscated it and nicky besides him "coach, it's cardio!"

• Hours spent trying trick shots

• Foxes: "get back! Move!" Ravens: "Let me in! I be the I g g y!" Trojans: "Oh my God do no let her in" Foxes: "I am trying!"

• Nicky lying down: "okay but someone needs to tell me how old is the shirtless pottery guy. I can't be part of another controversy. It's for science c'mon. *debby Ryan's*"

• Someone comments "he's eighteen. Simp away, nicky." And he makes a video with his feet swinging and smiling. Aaron gets on the frame and says "we are deeply in need of some bowls." The caption: hi @ papapots

• They are verified so obviously he gains a couple of thousands followers and he duets smiling and with a package in his arms. Text: thanks for the support (and hi new followers from sport side of tiktok hope you enjoy my pots) caption: hi @ nickthefox_es I got you aaron.

• After the package comes they duet it with nicky screaming and showing off the goods and then he moves stop show andrew eating ice cream out of one of them. Caption: AJSNEPWLDKSS THANK YOU DAX

• Allison and nicky do the "I love you!" "No you dont topper! You love the idea of me. You love being seen with me but you dont love me." But nicky is Sarah and allison is topper. Next day the obx ig page reposted it "we stan the psu foxes pogues for life." And chase stokes posts it on Twitter saying "yoo the palmetto foxes watch??? my show???" Nicky takes a screenshot and on green screen he says "hi chase!! We do! The whole team binged it. Currently we've been debating who of us is going to dress up as pogues for Halloween." A lot of voices start arguing and as nicky is gonna enter the debate the video cuts.

• Allison does the facetime *deep male voice says hey* prank on them. Neil doesnt react. Nicky doesnt look up from his phone but does the finger thing and says "get that d, allison!" Dan and renee look at each other and then at allison and she bursts out laughing.

• aaron studying to be a doctor: *two plus two is four etc sound* andrew (eating pretzels from the bag while watching a game show lying down in a bean bag) and his eiditic memory [basically not needing to study]: *three is a magic number sound*

• Nicky runs through the court and enters the lounge beside the photo wall there's a poster he shows the camera as the sounds says it "alive ahaha fuck"

• Somehow they convince all of them to show up and do the wipe it down trend that ends up with wymack throwing the towel at the mirror.

• Comment: so how many members of the team listen to girl in red or sweater weather? Nicky stands there with the color filter: 👁👄👁👉👈 caption: yes❤

• He gets neil to duet to the whole "british people be like". "Neil I'm not british." "Part of you is so just read the tweets." He does and the comments are all thirst and simping

• Comment: raise your hand if you've been victimized by neil josten. Where my fellow Simps at? (The comment gets hundreds of thousands of likes) they make a video, everyone on the team except aaron who walks out raises their hand as the sound says "welcome to simp nation" kevin rolls his eyes but raises his, says something that nicky captions "i simp over his exy skills". andrew doesn't at first, but next to him neil whispers something and after andrew says yes, neil grabs Andrew's forearm and raises it. Andrew looks away and neil smiles.

• Nicky lying down: okay but what if Jean moreau traded places with the french guy from here you know who, david.

• Comment "ugh your mind nicky" reply video: right? Big brain, many thoughts, head full all the time. But like actually the idea of david playing exy and Jean hanging out with ducks and making viral tiktoks just-

• Comment "i feel you and @ austincantdrive would make the best chaotic duo" reply: we would be too powerful together. Austin replies too: agree.

• Allison makes a sports jersey/comfy wear but make it fashion and she styles herself. Everyone on the comments d i e s for her.

• Comment "okay but what about the boys. help allison." She makes a video too with matt and nicky and at the end neil wears an orange crop top and the internet b r e a k s

• Comment "allison do you listen to girl in red?" video reply: her winking at the camera and lip syncing as sweater weather plays. The comments a lot of them liked by creator: a win for the girls (and the boys)

• Upperclassmen Back in 2003: okay but hey do we always have to be involved? Can we do normal stuff that normal people do, like, go for brunch? Us (aaron, andrew, kevin and me): what the fuck is brunch?

• Of course they do the mr blue sky trend. Nicky: drunkenly goes to flirt with a guy. Aaron: drunkenly follows to get away from kevin. Kevin: drunk on pure vodka reminds us we have practice in the morning.

• Or another one all of them. Neil: ready to insult a reporter. Dan: tries not to laugh on camera. Matt: gets ready to hug him afterwards Allison and Nicky: Filming everything. Wymack: the only one trying to stop it from happening and failing.

• Dan and matt duet their reactions to every video edit of them, smiling and saying "your parents love you guys!".

• Comment "literally what is wrong with the ravens/ravens fans?The foxes are such a nice group of people and they're doing great in the sport y'all worship just shut up you cult-y athletic hype house." video reply: "ladies and gentlemen. The volume inside of this bus is A S T R O N O M I C A L."

• comment video reply: okay so we're not gonna talk about nicky at the gym?? Bc C A K E. nicky lip syncing "I'm glad you brung it up because I've been dying to talk about this for a fucking hot minute. First of all-"

• Colin uses one of Neil's or Andrew's interviews replies as one of his sounds and nicky fanboys a lot

• Allison and nicky do the Kardashian sound compilation.

• Nicky with a picture of Erik on green screen: "hi I just wanna say if you look anything like this please contact me. Thank you." Caption: miss u baby. And Erik watches his tiktoks and he facetimes him immediately. Nicky takes a screenshot and duets his own video crying with the screenshot caption: SKALSBSKAJSL Erik comments: stop making tiktoks and answer the phone, hemmick. Nicky replies: yessir everyone below comments keyboard smashes and you got a good one. Goals. Lmao kids that's what we call bottom panic. We stan one healthy long distance relationship and after that a bunch of long distance relationship questions that he makes another video on.

• A video of Katelyn and neil chatting and it pans to the twins watching them with the *when worlds collide sound*

• He reposts a snippet of one of his interviews post game where he grabs the mic from the reporter and nicky: can I say something? Reporter: sure, go ahead. Nicky: thank you. *looks straight into the camera* all the birds died in 1986 due to Reagan killing them and replacing them with spies that are now watching us. The birds work for the bourgeoisie. Thank you." And leaves. IT GOES VIRAL INSTANTLY.

• Comment "is everyone else gonna forget that tiktok where he said he was already part of a controversy? We stan a problematic icon?" Video reply: guys I might have been part of a whole Twitter beef thing against my little hoodie and Bruce hallway but c'mon, like, c'mon you can't blame me.

• Comment "for neil: does the carpet match the drapes 👅😍?" Video reply: neil on selfie mode. "Allison gave me her phone, told me to answer this and ran away so umm." He reads the box on the screen and frowns he walks and stands next to the window, where Andrew is sitting down and is barely seen on frame. "uhmm, the internet is confusing. Our carpet is like this" he turns the phone and shows the floor (grayish carpet) and then back at him "but we don't have drapes so, technically they don't match, I dont know." Andrew's head goes up and simply says "Neil." Neil turns "what?" And the video ends.

• of course nicky and allison do the WAP dance, on the court, when they should be running drills.

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ikindamissbeingphysical · 4 years ago

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Your Costume Would Look Better on my Bedroom Floor - RIVUSA fic

Read on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29331153

Riven hooks up with a masked girl at a Halloween party and is determined to find her again.

But his feelings are torn, when Musa, his newest-specialism partner, starts acting weird.

The music's so loud that she can't hear herself think.

And what a blessing that is. The strobe lights flash neon; reflected off of shiny, sweating bodies and the shadows cast are hues of amber and red and Musa could get lost in the blur of those lights and the pounding beat of the music and visions of Halloween masks. Skeletons slide past her, girls with impressive (read: petrifying) make up, fairies with fangs, and even specialists with werewolf ears.

She isn't sure quite how it happened, but a group of girls she isn't particularly close to, from her English class, had begged her to be their ninth muse.

"Your name is Musa!" Daisy, the water (not earth, not earth) fairy had said, leaning against the back of the chair and giving Musa her biggest puppy-dog eyes. "And we totally like, need a ninth muse. Please!"

The other girls had all nodded vigorously. Musa had inwardly cursed her inability to pack away her things faster and high-tail it out of the class as soon as the bell had rung, cursed herself for letting them corner her like this. And even though she hadn't wanted to, she could read the wholesomeness radiating off of them like enormous waves. It was only an earnest desire to have fun. Daisy had prattled on about the group photo opportunities, how she even had Musa's costume all lined up, when Musa had lifted her hand to silence the babbling.

"Alright," she said, to their elation and surprise, "fine." And then she'd put her headphones on and done her best to forget about it.

She'd wondered for a while, briefly, if the Suite had wanted some sort of group costume. It wasn't Stella's thing, really, to coordinate outfits with other people, and as the end of October rolled around, Sky and Bloom had begun the hunt for couples costumes and Musa had supported each suggestion whole-heartedly; eager to avoid any awkwardness.

Stella's at this party too, somewhere. Dressed in some intense haute-couture, and Terra too, as a bat? Musa isn't sure, and she wasn't about to ask. Aisha would show, for an hour or less, before rushing back to the dorm to study for the Elementals final on Tuesday. Sky and Bloom were on the dance floor, and Musa allowed herself a moment to bask in their respective bliss.

It had been a good night so far, to her surprise.

Daisy and her classic-fanatics had helped her into costume, and there had been pre-drinks (fruity cocktails that were worryingly easy to drink) and a lot of photos.

Musa had to admit, they looked good. The nine of them, in their silks and their satins, and the intricate, embroidered masks that sat on the bridge of Musa's nose and fanned her eyes with fine, delicate lace detail.

"You'll be Euterpe," Daisy had said, with perfect pronunciation, as she helped Musa into the lilac and purple swathes of silk that cinched in tight at the waist. "The muse of Music. Since you're always listening to it!"

"Funny." Musa grinned, only a little forced, before she'd turned to the mirror and blended out her eyeshadow.

It's not that she doesn't like Daisy. Daisy’s fine. Nice. Perfectly average. It’s just Musa keeps to herself. Her mother had always called her an introvert, or rather: someone who re-charged in the dark with music, before the battery was high-enough to go out and socialise again. Some people require more energy: the girls in her Suite are a moderate amount, but Daisy and the English Lit gang? They require a lot of power. They can be draining.

They're all out on the dance-floor now, though, leaving her alone, and Musa sips her strawberry daiquiri and basks into the mind-numbingly, paradoxically loud, peace of the crowd.

"As hot as you look in that costume," comes a slow, sultry drawl, "I'm sure you'd look much better out of it."

Musa's smiling, it's a reflex to smile now, whenever she hears Riven's voice. She doesn't like to think about the ramifications of that too much, so she turns and grins up at him, content to enjoy the night without over-analysing the feelings that have been simmering just under her skin for a while now.

Riven's...well, she's glad for the low-light, because she can feel the burn in her cheeks. Some sort of pirate, maybe? But he's shirtless, with that broad, wiry definition she's grown use to seeing from their Specialism training together, and there's a dark trail of hair leading into his black leather pants. He's got a leather waistcoat on too, over his bare torso, and an eye-patch flipped up onto his forehead, a red bandana tied around his neck and his hair all mussed in that way she knows takes him at least twenty minutes in the mornings.

He towers over her, a drink in hand, and an appreciative gleam in his eyes. She leans against the pillar and sips her strawberry potion. "How many times have you used that one tonight?"

"Only half a dozen," he shrugs, one hand toying with the silk train of her dress. The fabric is so light, it glides through his fingertips and she can feel the heat of his hands on her thighs.

"Wow. Way to make a girl feel special."

He chuckles, and his breath fans over her ear and she shivers all over. "Is that what you want, baby?" He asks, pushing in closer, and she sets her drink down before she spills it. "You wanna feel special? I can arrange that."

She wonders if he's drunk, or feeling bolder than usual in the dark- she certainly is- and she almost can't contain her joy that he likes her back. It spills out of her, and he smiles in bemusement.

They've flirted before, in class, or well- something like flirting. Something like banter, but with softer edges, and secret smiles and inside jokes, but he's so well-guarded, Musa can never quite get a fix on his emotions.

She can now though, she can read the desire and it's not at all hidden, and she feels brave and confident so-

She stretches onto her tiptoes (screw Daisy and these short-ass sandals) and bites the bullet and kisses him.

He moans in surprise, and she hears his own drink being set down, before his hands are in her hair, mindful of her mask, moving gently through the beads and jewellery, skimming down her body to her waist and then his mouth is on her jaw, and Musa leans her head back, granting him all the access he wants, as she clings to his shoulders.

It’s perfect. It’s body-tingling, it’s everything she let herself think it would be on all those lonely nights when he was just letters on her phone, shining in the darkness.

"I've wanted this for so long," she admits, elated, and Riven hums in surprise, pulling away a little.

His lips are raw, and she runs the pad of her thumb over them. She did that. He nips at her finger, and she laughs.

"Really?" He asks, curious but not displeased, as he leans in for another kiss, "do we share a class or something?"

She laughs, before she realises he's being serious. It takes her a long, awful moment, before it all clicks.

Riven doesn't know it's her.

Riven doesn't recognise her.

It's like she's been shoved into the Alfea-River, cold and sobering and awful (no matter how much Aisha sings it's praises) and Musa stumbles out of Riven's embrace, heart-pounding, stomach dropping.

"Hey," Riven frowns, reaching for her arm, "what's wrong-"

"I-" She can't believe it. For a wild moment, she'd thought- allowed herself to think that Riven wanted- "I have to go." is what comes out, before she turns and bolts into the crowd. She runs into people, gets a few elbows in the ribs, her dress snags on a door handle and she hopes Daisy isn't mad- before she finally gets outside.

She gulps in the night air, feels the prickle of tears on her cheeks and wipes them away harshly, laughing at her own ludicrousness. What was she thinking?

She rips off the mask, and a loud, embarrassing sob tears from her throat. She looks over the empty-parking lot, can still hear, mostly muted now, the music inside. The drop from cloud nine to here is giving her whiplash.

"Musa!" Comes Terra's concerned yelp, and Musa jumps. She's not used to being taken off-guard, not when she can feel people before they sneak up on her. Especially Terra. And now great, she's crying, and she hates crying in front of people. Terra bundles over, wrapped up in a thick winter coat. Was she leaving the party early? "What's happened! Are you okay?"

Musa tries to play it off, she doesn't like being the centre of attention. "Yeah, no- I'm- long night. A bit fried."

Terra nods: understanding. "I'll bet. Me too. Let's go back to the Suite. I can make us some hot-chocolate. We can watch a movie?"

"That actually sounds really nice." Musa whispers, letting Terra guide her away. Terra's a comforting mix of worry and a fissure of pleasure. Musa assumes the latter is because they're finally spending some time together. Terra's all about roommate bonding, and Musa supposes she hasn't always been the most accommodating. It’s a good distraction, to focus on how she’ll make more of an effort with Terra.

Later, once they're both in Terra's bed, drinking hot chocolate (which is really, rather painfully sweet for Musa's taste, but she drinks it anyway) and watching Garfield Goes to London, the events of earlier seem sort of like a nightmare.

She drifts off, her head finds Terra's shoulder, and Terra is warm, and smells like apple-body wash, and she falls asleep, hoping that when she wakes up, it won't have been real. It'll be the morning of October 31st, and none of will have ever happened.

The sun rises on November 1st.

Riven tosses his shoe at it, but it remains stubbornly in the sky. Mocking him. It's then he realises how cold it is. And then, a little dimly, he notices that he's outside. Dazed, aching, and evidently he slept in the now dew-damp grass. And that the rather ugly looking cloud frowning down at him is-

“Morning, Silva.” Riven mutters, trying to block out the light. His voice sounds as rough as he feels. He gets to his feet, wobbling, and Silva steadies him and brushes some of the dead grass off his shoulders.

“This is the way to behave?" Silva berates, but he doesn't sound too angry, so Riven drowns it out. "This is the kind of example my two best Specialists are setting? I expect this from you, Riven, but Sky? How disappointing.”

Sky? Oh, that's right. Riven has a murky memory of the two of them searching for the grounds for- shit. More memories trickle back to him. The lovely lady in lavender, with thighs he's desperate to get his hands on, and who'd had a crush on him for ages. How she's disappeared and he didn't have her name, her number, her instagram, only a description of her costume. Sky had been eager to help, more than a little drunk, with Bloom on his arm. Riven wonders where Bloom is, before deciding he doesn't really care that much.

“Saul, it wasn’t, I’m sorry.” Sky stammers, as Riven turns and heads back to school.

It's still excruciatingly early for a Sunday morning, as he staggers back to his room and into the shower. The hot water cascades over him, sinks deep into his bones and soothes. I've wanted this for so long the mystery-girl whispers, and she's achingly familiar, tantalising, lighting up a spark inside him that doesn't burn often. Fuck, she was hot. He's not sure what happened, but he's pretty sure it isn't how the night was meant to have ended.

When he gets out of the shower, Sky is sitting on his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Got a good tongue-lashing?" Riven asks, pulling on a shirt.

Sky groans. "There was more alcohol in that punch than I thought." His phone buzzes, and he smiles at it, and Riven rolls his eyes.

"I take it your girlfriend got back."

"Yeah, she- oh wait." Sky's eyes light up, "did we find your girl?" Riven shakes his head and Sky slumps with disappointment. "Oh, maybe Bloom knows. What was she dressed as again?"

"I don't know, a goddess or a princess something? It was purple."

Sky types into his phone and Riven chugs half his bottle of water and contemplates bullying one of the first-years into bringing him a stack of pancakes from the cafeteria.

"She can't remember anything." Sky says apologetically, sliding his phone into his pocket. "We think someone spiked the punch."

"Right." Riven sighs, and honestly, of course someone spiked the punch. He knows at least five different people who tossed vodka shots into it throughout the night. He may have been one of them. "I need food."

He's almost out the door when Sky's voice drifts after him. "You're still gonna look for her right? You said she was your soulmate!"

Jesus. He's way too soft a drunk. "Forget I said that." Riven demands, even though it's futile, because Sky likes to collect all the soft, little vulnerable parts of people and treasure it about them forever. "But yes, I'm still gonna find her. At the very least, it's a damn good lay."

Sky jogs after him down the hall, stumbling into a member of the cleaning-staff and haphazardly picking up the mop. "And at the most: you'll fall in love. Imagine it, Riven." He slings an arm over Riven's shoulder. "You: in love. It's hard to picture, right?"

"Keep dreaming, mate."

"It'd suit you, I bet." Sky continues, ever the optimist, "maybe it'll tone down your dickish tendencies by 30%. Maybe even 40."

The arm over his shoulder turns less into a friendly gesture and more into a drunk man desperately needing support, so Riven clutches Sky tighter and helps him down the stairs, wondering when he got such an idiot for a best friend.

The cafeteria's fairly empty, Riven would expect nothing less for this hour, so he dumps Sky unceremoniously at one of the many vacant tables, and flashes his most shit-eating grin at the lunch lady who hands him a plate full of pancakes so reluctantly, he'd almost think she'd rather have handed him a terminal illness.

He turns, ready to re-join Sky and hatch a game plan for finding his mystery girl, when his eyes lock onto a figure in the corner of the room.

It's Musa. As soon as he realises it, he's already on his way over. He's drawn to her, he's always been drawn to her. It had been easy, at first, to shrug it off as attraction. He's hot, she's hot, it's basic physics. But they've been sparring partners for two Semesters now, and though he'll never admit it, he likes her company. Likes the easy banter and the way they fit together. If he ever let himself think about it more deeply, he knows he'd stumble onto how compatible they are. How everything seems just a touch brighter when she smiles at him.

"Well, you look radiant this morning." He says, dumping his plate onto her table with a clatter and watching her wince.

Her hair's a mess, her make-up dried, and her eyes red. He chuckles at how bedraggled a figure she makes, normally so pristine and put-together. It's a fun contrast.

She looks up at him, annoyed, before something strange flickers over her face. It startles him, whatever it is, she looks- ashamed?

"Ut-oh," he sing-songs, folding up one of his pancakes and sliding the whole thing into his mouth. "Regretting last night's decisions, are we? Where'd you end up? Let me guess: Terra talked you into her weed-brownies and she fucked up the batch. Baked, I don't know, fucking clovers instead of weed into the batter."

It earns him a tiny little smile on the corner of her mouth, and his whole body curves closer to her in response. "Don't even. I want to forget it. Forget everything about it."

She takes a long gulp of her drink and he notices it's black coffee. Not very Musa. She likes that disgusting earl grey shit the school doesn't stock very often. When she's forced to have coffee, it's so milky that she might as well not bother. Something's off. He examines her a little more closely, and, not for the first time, envies her powers. To see what was going on in her head, to see her emotions instead of sitting across the table and guessing at them, would be extremely useful right now.

She reaches across the table and steals one of his pancakes, and she looks so pitiful that he lets her, and she tears it up like a bird before she eats it. "What about you?" She asks, not meeting his eyes, "how was your night?"

For some reason, he doesn't want to tell her about the mystery-girl and his new quest to find her. It feels...wrong, to brag about some conquest. It shouldn't. It's not like they're- they're just friends. Barely. "No complaints," he says instead, and he hates this a little bit, that they're both being so evasive.

So, he gives her shin a good kick under the table.

"Ow! Riven!" She scowls, whacking his arm.

He grins at her. "Muscle spasm."

She huffs out a fond laugh, when anyone else would have stormed away from him. "Oh, really? You're getting muscle spasms now? Good to know, so I can kick your ass in training this week."

"You wish." He hums, ripping the next pancake in half and offering the larger piece to her. She takes it and eats it, and when the maple syrup dribbles down her hand, she licks it up from her wrist to her thumb, with a rose-pink tongue that Riven can't look away from. He thinks, vaguely, that she's asked him a question, because she's looking at him with expectant eyes, but there's still glossy, shiny maple on her lips and he thinks it would probably taste a lot better on her. "Huh?"

"I said, I think Sky's going to throw-up."

He follows her gaze to where Sky is leaning over the table, looking particularly green.

Riven shrugs, going for another pancake. "Probably. He's a light-weight."

"Shouldn't you tend to him? Best friend duties?"

"Oh," Riven hums, smacking his lips together, "is that why all of yours are here with us?"

Musa frowns down at her coffee. "They wanted to come with me, but...it's so loud sometimes, you know? Sometimes I just need this. Peace." She closes her eyes, breathes in deeply, and Riven is arrested by the sight of her.

By the time he regains control of his vocal abilities, her eyes are open, ringed just a little with purple, and she's beautiful. "Does that mean I count as peace?" He teases, just a little flattered.

"Please," she scoffs, "your emotions are not quiet. You're as loud as Terra-"

"Fuck you, take that back."

"-but it's different."

Riven leans closer on the stool; curious. She doesn't often talk about her powers with him, and he knows why. He'd been pretty blunt when they were first paired up, practically threatened to ruin her life if she'd so much as peeked into his head. He knows now that her control still isn't great, and that she tries, and that most of the time, she doesn't want to know what anyone's feeling, not when it drowns out her own emotions.

Prompted by his look, she struggles to find the words. "Terra is...it's like a room of people all yelling my name. They each want something different, they each crave something, and it's just not a fun situation, really."

That sounds about right. He can't imagine any situation being fun with Terra. "And what about me?"

"You-" she meets his eyes, and quickly looks away again, and he's so fucking intrigued by her. What is this? She's never been like this before, he's never been like this before. It's too soft, too intimate for them. But it's a quiet, empty Sunday morning, when she looks at her black, black coffee and says: "You sound sort of like a rainforest. It's lots of sounds: a growling jaguar, beetles scuttling up wet bark, gorilla's moving through trees, the creak of branches, storms, rain, it's...it's a harmony. Each sound is a different emotion, but they come together, like an orchestra. It's..." Her cheeks flame red, and he can tell she wants him to look away from her, but he can't. "It's peaceful." She admits, finally.

Riven opens his mouth but nothing comes out. It's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about him. He feels raw, cut to the bone and exposed like a deep paper cut. The air seems to sting around him, and he can't believe that it's Musa, Musa, that associates him with something that isn't bad.

"So. Yeah." She says, awkwardly, toying with her empty coffee cup. "I feel really stupid, by the way, so feel free to even the playing field."

"Don't feel stupid." He whispers, and his voice must sound different because her eyes snap up to meet his. His hand is across the table, and he's not sure how it got there or what he planned on doing with her. Her fingers thrum against her cup in response. Neither one of them moves. "I uh-, that's...I picture you sometimes. Like, obviously I don't know what you're feeling, but sometimes when you're talking or we're fighting, I get these images of you, like landscapes." What the fuck is he doing, why is he speaking, why doesn't he shut up- "like a white-sand beach, or an over-grown field of harebells."

Riven can feel his heart thumping in his chest, and Musa is staring at him, and their fingers are inching, slowly, towards each other and then-

Sky vomits. Loudly.

Musa jumps up. "Oh my god!" She cries, rushing over to him. Riven scrambles after her, as Sky coughs up the rest of it. "I'll get him some water." Musa says, running to the lunch lady.

Riven pats Sky's back, and Sky looks up at him, still a little green around the edges. "Oh hey! You should definitely ask Musa if she saw your mystery girl last night." He says hoarsely. Still definitely drunk, then.

"Shut the fuck up and don't say anything about that to her." Riven hisses, as Musa returns with a plastic cup of water. She looks between them curiously, and Riven gives Sky a warning glare, but all Sky does is vomit some more, and then reach for the water with a pained smile. "I'm gonna take him back to the dorm." Riven mutters, and Musa nods.

"Sure, uh, feel better Sky. I'll see you in class, Riven."

"Bye Musa! Say hi to Bloom for me!" Sky bellows, and Riven regrets, just a little, spiking the punch.

"Dressing to impress." Stella observes, spotting Musa through her hand mirror as Musa walks into the classroom on Monday morning.

Stella's been bitchier than usual to all the girls in the Suite. Musa is nearly one hundred percent sure that things with her mom are worse than usual, so she's given Stella a lot of leeway. Her patience is reaching it's limit, though. Especially because she is dressing to impress. They share this class with the Specialists: History of Magic, and as she'd pulled on the thigh-high socks and fussed over her space-buns for slightly longer than usual, she maybe, sort of, a little, had a certain Specialist in mind. And Musa does not like being called out.

"I'm surprised you even noticed my outfit," Musa says, voice just a little mean, "considering the fact you spend almost all your time looking at yourself in the mirror."

"Hm." Stella cocks her head, "can you read how I feel about that joke? Or should I tell you?"

Definitely a mom-thing.

"Watch it, princess." Riven calls, catching Musa's attention from one of the desk's near the back. He kick out the chair beside him for Musa, who ducks her head to hide her smile, as she goes over to join him.

Stella rolls her eyes. "You fighting Musa's battles now for her?" She asks, as Musa shrugs off her backpack and takes out her pencil case.

"Musa starts her own fights," Riven grins, grabbing the leg of Musa's seat and dragging it closer to his own. Their thighs touch. Musa's breath hitches, and she looks up at him, but he's still looking at Stella; a challenge in his voice. "But I sure like to finish them. Wanna tussle, blondie?"

Stella looks over the two of them for a moment longer before turning away. "Whatever." She mutters, dismissively.

Riven looks down at her then, a lot closer than Musa expected, and smelling of cologne. Does he normally wear cologne to class? She doesn't know. But he fills her head with pleased, protective, content and she likes that he's in such a good mood. "She's not wrong, though," he murmurs, tweaking one of her space-buns, "this is a big improvement from the train-wreck you were on Sunday."

"Gee, thanks, Riven."

"You're welcome."

The teacher walks in then, so Musa has to flip him the bird under the table, and Riven laughs too loudly and has to turn it into a cough when Dowling glowers at him.

To Musa's relief, the lesson is...normal. As normal as it is for the two of them to sit beside each other in History of Magic, which isn't really. She normally sits beside Stella, and meets Riven's eye every few minutes, as he purposely disrupts the class, or cracks a joke, and then he seems to find her, relishing in everyone's good-humour but seeking her out all the same, as if to check he's made her smile too.

Or maybe she's reading too much into it. He's forgotten the kiss, that much is totally clear. It probably happens to him all the time, kissing unknown girls under flashing lights. After she left, he probably found a new conquest.

She tries not to let it get her down. It's not as if he's dating anyone, not that it would- not that it would matter.

But then she remembers yesterday morning. Remember's him leaning in, his emotions a swirl of brutal honesty as he said she was a field of overgrown harebells.

She hadn't even known he knew what harebells were, but then again, why wouldn't he? She has a vague memory of him as a first-year, hiding in the Green House most lunch times, smuggling potted plants back into his dorm room. She knows if she told anyone (which she wouldn't, not ever, not without his express consent) how soft, and sweet and brutally deep he can be, no one would believe her because he hides it, buries it deep under everything else, and for some reason, he shows it to her.

"What?" He whispers to her, and she turns, pulling from her musings to see him leaning in, an eyebrow arched.

Musa looks at him quizzically, before he taps the edge of her notebook.

Oh fuck. She's written his name. Riven stares accusingly up at her from the top corner of her page.

Thinking on her feet, she scribbles some more:

wanna have lunch today?

He reads it, and he nods, but still looks a little bemused, so she keeps writing:

in the woods. past the barrier.

"Ah," he whispers, nodding, and she feels relief bubble up inside her. "Sure. I'll meet you at 2."

"Riven," Dowling calls, and Musa jerks her head up. "Something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

Riven pretends to think. "Not that I can think of." He says, "you go on."

Musa can't help her smile, and Dowling catches it. Disapproval wafts off of her, and Musa cringes away from it.

"Ignore her." Riven mutters, uncapping his pen, "crazy old bat."

Then he writes Musa in the top left corner of his notebook, and she knows he caught her, but when she sees his smile, her mortification fades away. She likes her name in his handwriting. How he loops it, how the M's tail drifts into the u.

She pushes her own notebook towards him. "Write it again," she whispers.

"Kinky." But he obliges her, and writes Musa, you should wear those socks more often. His eyes flicker to her legs and she rests her chin on her hands.

"I knew you'd like them."

His hand reaches under the table, toys with the end of her socks on her thigh. "You were thinking of me then you put them on?" He asks, voice low, and she doesn't mean to dip into his head but the arousal is strong and sweet and addictive.

Triumph lights up her mental periphery, and Musa looks around to see Stella's eyes on them, a smirk on her lips.

"Shit." Musa whispers, pulling her legs away, turning from Riven entirely, heart pounding. She can feel his disappointment, but she forces herself to focus on her notes. It could be worse, she tries to reason, Stella's a great secret-keeper, when she's not pissed off. And besides, what's the secret? Sure, she and Riven flirt, it's harmless, it's nothing, it's-

"You're in love with him." Stella says, accosting her after class, as Musa looks desperately for an escape route.

"What? No-"

"It's not fun, is it? Having someone know your feelings?"

Musa sighs and takes a breath. "Look, Stell, it's really nothing. Please."

Stella looks over her, pursing her lips thoughtfully. Finally, she relaxes. "I'm not going to tell anyone, Musa. I'm not a total bitch."

"I don't think you're a bitch." Musa says honestly, "I think you can be bitchy, when you have a bad day, but I know you're going through your own stuff. Everyone has their shit."

"You sound like him." Stella shudders, looping their arms together and leading them down the halls like they're best friends again. And really, with Stella, they might be. The girl doesn't hold a grudge. "But I like it: the two of you. You really were dressing to impress. Have you made a move?"

"No- look, I-" she doesn't know where to begin, or how to explain, and Stella's eyes are really blue and piercing and a little frightening.

"Stone circle." Stella says, steering them to their next lesson. "Perfect. We'll partner up, our powers don't need too much guidance, and you can tell me everything. Finally. I feel like you never have any good gossip, when really, you should have the best considering your power."

"I don't really wanna talk about it, Stella-"

"Tough." Stella sings, navigating the cobblestones outside in her heels with enviable grace, "you're getting my help, whether you want it or not."

Musa thinks of the notebook tucked tenderly into her bag, of Riven writing her name, and he way he'd pulled her chair closer to his. The way she'd flushed hot all over at such an easy show of strength.

"Maybe I do need your help." She mutters, and Stella squeaks so loudly that two magpies leap out of trees into the sky with fright.

Riven's scanning instagram account after instagram account, looking for any girl in the school that bears a passing resemblance to the one he kissed on Halloween. A lot of them posted photos of themselves in costume, so it's easy to cross them off the list. But it's not really working. He can't quite get a fix on the features the girl had. The shape of her lips or her nose are a blur to him. He shuts off his phone in frustration and Sky pauses in his never-ending quest to do as many push-ups as possible.

"No luck?" He guesses and Riven clicks his tongue. "Maybe she doesn't go to our school."

He's considered that. "She said she'd liked me for a while."

"Maybe she's from some sort of facility? She's clearly not well."

Riven tosses a pillow at Sky, but it lacks heat.

Sky gets to his feet and reaches for a protein bar. "Maybe we should just accept that she's gone? You and Musa seem to have a pretty good thing going."

"Musa?"

"Don't play." Sky rolls his eyes, "I'm not blind. Also, you left me alone at a lunch table to puke my guts out while you made moon-eyes at her."

"I think the alcohol has seriously affected your recall abilities."

Sky shoves him a little, before joining him on the bed. "She's nice, she likes you, you like her. I'm not seeing the problem?"

Oh brilliant, they're doing this. A conversation about feelings. "We're friends." Riven says carefully, because Sky talks to Bloom and the last thing Riven needs is for Musa to hear some hacked, Chinese-whispers version of this. "We're good friends, and I don't know if there's anything more to it than that. We flirt, but..."

"You're a flirt." Sky nods, understanding. "You don't know if it's real?"

"Exactly."

"Well, do you want it to be?"

"Jesus, Sky, what are you, Freud?"

"Seems like a straight forward question."

"Well, of course." Riven erupts, getting to his feet and pacing the length of the room and back. "Of course, I'd like it to be real, why wouldn't I? She's the only person at this school that understands me. She's gorgeous, she makes me laugh, she-"

"Oh shit."

Riven turns to look at Sky, who's looking at him like he's grown two heads. "What?" He asks, feeling self-conscious, and Sky back-pedals.

"Nothing, I just- you...you love her. It sounds like. Like maybe you love her, a little."

Riven remembers his stomach tightening when she'd taken the seat beside him in History. Of the way he always seems to seek her out, how each buzz of his phone might be a notification from her.

Love is a far-fetched notion. But he likes her. A lot. Too much, sometimes. He always feels one breath way from over-playing his hand, from revealing his deck, and he just doesn't know if his flush is enough to get him through to the next round. He doesn't know if he can risk going all in. Doesn't know if he'll survive it.

"You've got to tell her, dude," Sky murmurs, and Riven nods.

He decides he'll do it in Specialism, but words fail him when he sees her on their training mat, hair in two high pig-tails, grinning at him in the morning sun. "Ready to get your ass-kicked?" She calls, as he drops down his bag beside her and joins her in their warm-up stretches.

"In your dreams." He says, wondering how they got here. Marvelling at the fact she's here, in their spot, on their mat, waiting for him with that smile. Wondering when and how and why she stuck by him when all he ever tried to do was shove her away. "Musa," he begins, watching as she fumbles with her laces. He knocks her fingers out of the way and laces them for her himself, the way he does every week. She emits a little pulse of gratitude and it wraps around him like an embrace. "You're getting better at that." He hums.

"It's pretty great," she beams, proud of the advances in her magic. She's been struggling for some time, but more and more often lately, she's able to communicate like that and Riven's rewarded by little pulses of smugness, playful, pleasure as she projects them at him in lieu of a response.

He wants to feel other emotions from her. He wants to know what want will feel like, knocking him to his core, knowing that she could show him if she wanted him, when she wanted him- "Musa," he tries again, when Dane's shadow falls over them both.

Riven glowers up at him and Dane's smile wavers. "Uh, hey Riven. Hi Musa."

Musa offers a small wave, and Riven gets to his feet. "What."

"I just- Sky told me a few days ago about that girl you were looking for? I think it might actually be a friend of my sister's. She's a second year too: transferred a few months ago. She's really nice, her name is Lila."

Riven takes a deep breath and keeps his voice low. "That's great, Dane. Now get lost."

"Uh, o-okay, do you want me to text you her number?"

"Scram!" Riven growls, and Dane high-tails it, and when Riven turns around, Musa's face is different, and she's lacing up her other shoe on her own, so skilfully Riven suspects she never needed any help at all, and crap.

"You've met someone," Musa says, smile tight, tone light hearted. "That's great."

Riven looks at her. "Is it?"

"Well, sure it is," she laughs, "you didn't say. When did you guys meet?"

He wants to rip his hair out in frustration. Does she not care? Is this all a front? Does she want him to find someone else because she can read all his emotions and the fact that he's in fucking love with her is creeping her out? Is she jealous? "On Halloween, actually."

Her eyes flash to him and away again. Her voice sounds heart-broken when she says. "Oh."

He can't bear the sound of it. He reaches for her wrist, staring at her as if he could peer into that brain of hers and get just a glimpse at whatever's going on. "I was looking for her, but I'm not anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because she's not you."

Musa's breath hitches, and Riven's hand on her wrist gentles, and her fingers touch his arm. "Riven..."

"Do you? Even a bit?" He asks wretchedly, trying to brace himself for her disgust. For her to pull away. Or maybe she'd do it gently, full of kind words and understanding, and honestly he's not sure which he hates more. But he won't lash out. Not at her.

She laughs, a little watery, and she moves so their fingers are twined together. "I've liked you for ages, Riven," she admits, and his heart swells, when-

It all fucking slots into place.

"Jesus." He groans, pulling her hand to his and kissing it. "It was fucking you, on Halloween, wasn't it? I should've guessed." He's such a moron. Of course it was her, who else could it be? Who else could hold even a candle to what he feels for her?

Musa's eyes are owlish. "What do you mean?"

"You're the goddess. The purple one."

Her cheeks flame and she ducks her head. "You remember that?"

"I just told you I was looking for her!"

"For me?!" She squeaks, "I thought you'd hooked up with someone afterwards-"

He pulls her in for a hug and wraps his arms tight around her. Smells her hair and feels almost giddy. "You thought I didn't want you." He breathes, the thought unfathomable. Does she not know? Does she not know the depth of his desire for her?

"Well, I don't know," she says mulishly, her voice muffled into his chest. Her arms are looped around his neck, and she fits into him: small and perfect. "I wasn't sure if it was more than flirting."

"It was. It is." He promises, and they pull apart, and he feels shy, suddenly, under her shining eyes. "Show me." He pleads quietly, "project it."

She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, but nods. "Alright, but if I turn this entire class into an orgy, that's on you."

When the love wraps around him, it isn't a pulse of emotion. It doesn't feel like finger-tips tracing over his skin, like her joy does, it feels like something else. Like warmth. Like turning your face into a shining sun, or putting your frozen-hands above a fireplace. It's heady and endless and perfect.

"Ow," Musa pants, and the warmth disappears, and she's standing in front of him, rubbing her temples. "Did that work?"

He steps forward and kisses her, leaning down, emoting as much love as he can, hoping she can feel it in her mind, or from their kiss, hoping that she knows, finally, that he's been waiting for her just as long as she's been waiting for him. Maybe longer.

"Oh," she murmurs, pleased-as-punch, when they pull apart. And he laughs.

"Yeah. Oh." He brushes her hair out of her face, "what does it feel like? My love?"

He's not sure what he expects her to say. Something about a beautiful rainforest, or perhaps a landscape. Maybe something like what he felt from her: a warm, life-giving heat.

But instead, she leans up to kiss him again and she says:

"It feels like you."

#rivusa #fic #ao3 #riven x musa #fate winx club #fluff

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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟓𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : @𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐫𝟏𝟐 « 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐞��𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐡. »

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐨𝐦𝐠 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞...

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Sunglasses on your nose, a bottle of beer in your hand, you just enjoyed the view. You were laying in a hammock at John B’s house, watching him and JJ cut the tree that has been uprooted by the hurricane. You couldn't help but checking the two shirtless boys, a layer of sweat covering their tanned skin. Their abs highlighted by sunlight, you tried not to stare too much, but the dark blond one spotted you and simply winked at you, making you blush. Kie, your best friend since daycare, saw you turning red.

“So, Y/N, what are you waiting for?” She asked, grabbing your bottle to take a sip.

“What? What are you talking about?” You said, turning your face to the side.

“You clearly like JB more than a friend, am I right?”

You sigh; you have no way of hiding anything from her.

“Okay, I might like him a bit more than a friend.” You admitted. “But the Pogue’s friendship his more important.” You responded reluctantly.

“Yeah, I know, but I wouldn’t be mad at you two if you got together as long you do not break each other’s heart.” She added, giving you a hug.

You had a crush on John B since the day that you moved back from California last summer. Your family lived in California for two years because of a business opportunity that your dad had. The company got bankruptcy and your dad lost most of his money. That led to your mom asking for a divorce. She left you and him for a younger rich man from Australia. That’s what made you and your dad move back to The Cut, at your grandpa’s house.

“I need to go back to the wreck.” Kie said, getting out of the hammock. “JJ? Could you give me a ride?” She asked the surfer boy.

“Of course, I just need to find my shirt first.”

“Y/N’s wearing it.” Laughed John B.

“Thief.” JJ said, grabbing his shirt that you were handing to him.

“I didn’t steal it, J! I just borrowed it. My shirt his still wet from the little swim that JB made me took, let’s say, unexpectedly.” You responded, giving him your puppy eyes.

“You know I can’t resist your puppy eyes!” JJ gruntted. “I know you wanna keep it, but I need it darling.”

“It’s fine, JJ, I’ll loan her mine.” John B said, throwing you the blue shirt that he was wearing this morning.

You saw John B checking you out, only in your black sport bra while you put on his oversized shirt, inhaling the smell of the boy impregnated in the sweater. A little smirk made his way on your lips when you made eye contact with him and he looked away, embarrassed to have been caught. You waved at JJ and Kie when they left on JJ’s bike, leaving you alone with John B.

“Wanna go get some waves?” He asked you, wiping his forehead with his fetish bandana.

“Sure, I’ll go put on my bathing suit.” You responded, getting off the hammock.

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You rode the waves, trying new tricks that JJ taught you the last time you surfed with him. He and John B were the one that initiated you to surfing in Outer Banks. You surfed a bit in California, so you knew the basics moves.

“Wow that was great, you’re getting better at it.” John B said to you while you paddled in his way.

“Thanks to you and JJ.” You smiled, sitting on your board.

The waves had calm down, the sunset was about to start at the Ouest part of the beach. You were laying down on your board, your head turned to the side where John B was. He was laying on his board too, you could see his chest rise and fall calmly. You closed your eyes; enjoying the peacefulness of the sea. As usual, the calm did not last long; a few seconds after closing your eyes, you received a splash of water in the face. You sat down quickly, running your hands over your face to remove excess water.

“You didn’t…” You said calmly while he proudly smiled.

“Oh yes I did.” He smirked, splashing you with his hand a second time.

You didn't hesitate a second longer; you jumped into the water and grabbed his board, making him fell into the water. He rose quickly to the surface and grabbed your shoulders to sank you.

“Okay okay! I think we’re equal now.” You said to him after taking a deep breath.

Your legs were sored from the afternoon of surfing. John B must have noticed because he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. His other arm was resting on his board, making you both floats.

“Whoa Casanova, that was a smooth move.” You made fun of him.

“I know.” He said to you with a little wink. “And what about this one?”

He softly pressed his lips against yours, causing a flight of butterflies in your belly. Your hands naturally slipped on the back of his neck, one pulling gently his curly hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, breaking the space between the two of you. Out of breath, you broke the kiss, your forehead still leaning against his.

“It was smooth too; you really know how to get the girls.” You smirked before kissing him again.

You both sat on his board, face to face. The golden light of the sun on his face made you bit your bottom lips; damn you wanted him so hard.

“I don’t want any other girls; I want you Y/n/n.” He said, his hand on your thigh.

“You’re not the only who seems to want me.” You said while barely touching the bulge on his shorts. “You know, we could maybe go back to your house?”

“Good idea.”

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As soon as you arrived in his bedroom, John B slammed you onto his bed. He ran his hands over your ribs, his mouth attacking your neck with wet kisses. You thought for a few seconds about the purple marks that would appear the next day, but you didn’t even mind; at that point, the only thing you wanted was to feel him inside you. He took you by surprise by slipping his hand under your bikini bottom, starting to rub his thumb on your clit. You grabbed the back of his neck with your two hands, pulling him closer to you for a rough kiss while he started pumping you with two of his fingers.

“I want you inside of me. R- right now.” You moaned to him.

He pumped you a couple more times and just as you were about to reach your climax, he removed his fingers. You opened your eyes, starring right into his. He smirked at your puppy face and quickly took off his bathing suit, releasing his already hard cock. You removed your bikini bottoms as he slipped a condom on. He grabbed you by your hips and slammed into you. John B didn’t move at first, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. As soon as he felt your hips move towards him, he smirked at you and began a movement of back and forth in you. He was moaning into your neck, making the euphoria into you grow exponentially.

“Is everything fine, sweetheart?” He asked you, making sure that he was not hurting you.

“Everything’s perfect.” You whispered to him.

He pumped harder in and out of you, making you scream his name harder. You felt his breathing speed up as you ran your hands on his back, scratching it a little with your nails. You could feel that you were close to your high. You screamed his name louder the moment you felt all the tension leave your body. He trusted himself a few more times in you before hitting his own climax. Exhausted, you both lay down in his bed, covering yourselves with a blanket. He hugged you tight, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I don’t want this to change the dynamic of the group…” You said with a low voice, your head against his chest.

“It won’t, they all know. I liked you more than a friend since the day that you came back.” He confessed to you giggling a bit.

You were about to say something to him, but you closed your mouth when you heard the front door open.

“Don’t come in, I’m-” John B started to shout but he wasn’t quick enough.

JJ opened the door of the room and covered his eyes with his hand as soon as he saw you.

“…naked.” John B finished, rolling his eyes when he saw the smirk on JJ’s face.

“You finally got the John D, Y/n!” Giggled JJ before leaving the room. “I’ll let you two get dressed and wait in the living room”.

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#obx #obx imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagine #john b x reader #john b #john b smut #obx smut #john b routledge #obx john b #john b x y/n #jj maybank #john b outer banks

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madcom-headcannons · 3 years ago

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SAMSON SAMSON SAMSON SAMSON SAMSON SAMSON SAMSON SAMSON

samson williams!! it's time, boys gals n nonbinary pals

in the au where samson is actually included with it all, samson is actually a long lost sibling to sanford. in my gut, i feel like sanford is a big ol' williams kinda last-name guy, so that's why samson williams has the same last name. sanford williams, samson williams B)

samson williams is nonbinary!! samson uses he/they pronouns but has a big ol' HUNK on using he most of the time, unless he has one of those days where he just wants to exists and throws out randomly "they/them today, boys" and everybody just goes with it. it's pretty welcomed in the bunch even though sanford had the worst time trying to remember it when referring to samson a lot. sanford always felt 10000000000% guilty even though samson would tell him it's fine, :(

samson is a long lost sibling because of him and sanford getting separated a long time ago! in the meantime, samson has been working at his own missions alone and succeeding without being hurt most of the time. there's only been a few accidents where he's been shot in the arm or leg (missing the bone), and one in general that involved a bomb. the bomb is a completely different part of his backstory though, i'll get to it soon!!

samson has; buzz-cut, black bandana tied around his head, prescription glasses/goggles that have slightly dark lenses for sun-sensitivity, wrapping around his head to keep them in place, bandages on his arms, legs, and his left cheek, hearing aids, random scars on parts of his body, and an outfit i haven't decided on yet.

NO he isn't shirtless like sanford

while on a mission once, samson had ended up being waaaayyyyy too close to a bomb and actually decently injured himself. this is where the bomb part comes in, as along with the bandages, hearing aids, and scars. with being way too close to the explosion, his eardrums were damaged and he ended up needing to find hearing aids while out and about. he found somebody to help wrap him up 'n everything, but still needed hearing aids due to partial hearing loss. his body ended up severely burned from the explosion and its force, resulting in all his scars and stuff. still babey tho.

samson also needs prescription goggle glasses because he has major sun-sensitivity!! idk if that's what they're called, but it gave me an idea that they look sorta like hank's in a way. they have dark lenses on them to protect samson from the sun's harsh light. he also struggles with a mild case of strabismus (which means that samson's eyes struggle to look at the same object sometimes if you didn't know!), resulting in samson to sometimes have bad aim when it comes to shooting, giving samson major primacy when his weapon available is a knife, sword, axe or baton. samson can just walk in and just freely swing around often and hope he whacks something, lmao

HE ALSO HAS THIS HUGE CRUSH ON HANK HE'S A HANK SIMP. big time hank simp. he doesn't know what it is, but he still remembers the day he looked at hank and he just simped so hard. he gets all internally nervous and often messes up his speech when he's trying to impress hank smh sanford and deimos both laughed at him bc he's a simp, but he still hasn't told hank his feelings yet. my son isn't ready for denial if he receives it, even though he and hank literally hang out a good portion of the day, work together like absolute gods when working on missions alongside each other, and most likely could quite literally be mistaken as a married couple by grunts and agents tbh

tHERE'S SO MUCH MORE THAT I'LL THROW IN RANDOMLY IN THE FUTURE BUT THIS IS ALL I'VE GOT SO FAR BROS

#madcom #madness combat #madness project nexus 2 #madness project nexus #madcom memes #madcom meme #madcom ocs #madcom oc #madcom sanford #madness combat sanford #madcom hank #madness combat hank #madness combat deimos #madcom deimos #madness combat fanart #madness combat art #madness combat meme #madness combat memes #ugh i love my son

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atlafan · 4 years ago

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My Everything - Part Fourteen

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff, a wee bit of angst, and smut! 4.6K

a/n: this is the last part before the story takes a small break, but do not fear! There’s going to be 20 parts total, and I have parts 15-17 already fully written and ready to go. I just wanna give this a breather so I can put some other works out there. I hope you’re enjoying seeing them as parents! Will they make a second baby? We shall soon find out! (also, I don’t know how much a 2 year old can actually articulate, so if his dialogue is wonky, please excuse me lmao)

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Jack was two years old, and you were loving having a toddler. He was rather rambunctious. You loved having summers off so you could spend time at home with him. You loved watching him play and learn. He was getting rather heavy to pick up, and his mop of curls reminded you a lot of Harry’s. He was certainly a good mix of the two of you.

Even though there were times you wanted to scream and cry when he’d get fussy, you knew it would only be another couple of years before he started school, and you wouldn’t have this time with him. You were sort of starting to miss having an actual baby around. As you watched him play in the backyard with Buster, you thought more and more about how nice it would be for him to have a little sibling to play with. He had friends from daycare, but still, a younger brother or sister would be nice.

When Harry gets home from work later, he had adjusted his schedule to be able to be home by 3PM in the summers, he sits outside with you.

“Maybe it’s time we look into a pool.” He says to you.

“What?”

“It gets good sun out here.”

“Sarah and Niall have a pool, we can just use theirs.”

“I know, but wouldn’t it be nice to have one of our own? Nothing crazy, an above ground pool. We’ve got the room.”

“It’s expensive.”

“We can afford it.” He shrugs.

“What if there’s other things we’ll need that money for?”

“Like what?” He turns to look at you. Before you can answer him you both hear Jack whaling. He had tripped and fallen. “That’s what happens when you run after Daddy tells you not to, Jack.” Harry shakes his head and gets up to check on his little boy. He scoops him up and brings him over to sit. “Ah, just a scrape, no harm done, but you can cry if yeh want to, no one’s tellin’ yeh not to cry, son.” He rocks Jack back and forth in his arms and you swear you can feel your ovaries exploding. “What?”

“What?”

“You’re givin’ me a weird look.” He chuckles.

“Want mumma.” Jack sniffles.

“Okay, come see me.” You take him from Harry. “You know just because mumma’s a doctor now, doesn’t mean she’s like Dr. Morris.” You tell Jack. Yes, you had gotten your PhD, it was grueling, but it allowed you to go on a tenure track at the university.

“Kisses mumma.”

“Ohhh, I see.” You give him kisses all over and it makes him giggle. “All better now?”

“Can I have juice, pwease.”

“Yes, honey.”

“I’ll go get it, you sit.” Harry gets up and goes inside to grab Jack his juice box. “Here yeh go, son.” Jack grabs it from Harry.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“So polite.” Harry rustles the hair on the top of Jack’s head.

“Don’t drink it too fast or you’ll get the hiccups.” Buster trots over and laps up the water in the bowl you brought outside for him. He lays down in the cool of the shade.

“M’gonna have to mow in a couple days.” Harry sighs. You squeeze your legs together at the thought.

Watching Harry mow the lawn was like watching a cliché porno. He’d be shirtless, and incredibly sweaty. He’d have his bandana to keep his hair up off his forehead, and he’d come inside to grab a glass of water. You’d often sit up on the counter and watch him drink the cold beverage. That would lead to him giving you a quick fuck in the downstairs bathroom when he could, if Jack was napping.

“Harry?” You look at him and he looks at you.

“Aw, look, his little eyes are closin’.” He looks down at Jack who was falling asleep in your arms. “So cozy with his mumma.”

“Shit, if he sleeps now he won’t sleep tonight. Jack, wake up honey.” He jolts awake and looks at you. “Do you wanna go inside? Think you’ve earned some TV time, hm?”

“TV!” He repeats and smiles at you.

You take Jack inside, first to use the potty as you were still training him. Then you get him settled on the couch with his favorite cartoon playing on the TV. Harry grabs some carrot sticks to munch on before sitting down with the two of you.

“What do you feel like for dinner tonight? I could make some hot dogs for him on the grill, and some veggie burgers for us.” He snaps into a carrot.

“Sure, that sounds good.” You look down at Jack and see he’s mesmerized by the TV. “Can we speak in the kitchen?”

“Um…sure.” You both get up and walk over to kitchen. You had a large open concept area so you could still keep your eyes on Jack. “Am I in trouble?” He was thoroughly confused.

“What?! No! Why would you be?” You laugh and he shrugs his shoulders. “No, I just didn’t want him to overhear. We didn’t exactly finish our conversation from before.”

“Oh.” He says, relieved. “What were we even talkin’ about?”

“Well, you had mentioned a pool, and I was thinking we’d need to save that money.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, why can’t we get a pool? I think we’ve done a good job of savin’, hell, we even started Jack’s college fund already. We’re in really good shape. I don’t think it would set us back much, and it’d pay for itself with how much we’d all use it.”

“We can just buy a little blow up kiddie pool for now.”

“But…I would like to swim also.” He tries to read your face. You seemed nervous. “Is everything alright? What’s goin’ on up there?” He taps on your forehead.

“Harry…I…” You bite your bottom lip.

“Honey, whatever it is, you can tell me. You’re scarin’ me a little.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I just don’t exactly know how to phrase it.” You take a deep breath and look back over at Jack who was still content with his cartoons. “I wanna have another baby.” You whisper. Harry’s cheeks flush and his eyebrows raise. “I think we’re ready, don’t you? And I miss…I miss having a little baby. I’m still able to snuggle with Jack, but he’s getting big and he’s gonna start preschool in a couple of years, and I-“

Harry cups your cheeks and brings you in for a kiss. It gives you the good kind of butterflies in your stomach.

“So…um…that’s why I think we should hold off on the pool.”

“We can afford both.” He chuckles. “Babe, you really wanna have another?”

“I do.” You nod. “Do you?”

“Of course! I would’ve gotten yeh pregnant again a while ago if you had let me.” He smirks. “I was waitin’ for you to say somethin’. I told yeh a long time ago, I’ll have as many kids as you let us.” He strokes your cheek.

“I really want another one.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Someone for Jack to grow up with and play with, you know?”

“Mhm.” He presses his forehead to yours. “You’ll have to go to the doctor to have your IUD taken out.”

“I know.” You step back from him. “I can make an appointment this week if I really wanted to.”

“Wow, so you wanna start trying, like, right away?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Are you sure you’re not just, like, horny?” He chuckles.

“Harry.” You swat an arm at him. “Well, I am, but I really wanna have another baby. We made such a beautiful little boy, let’s make another.” You pout at him and he kisses you. “No way we can still afford a pool.”

“I bet we can, but I suppose we could wait until next summer. I just hate imposing on Niall and Sarah…”

“Are you kidding? She loves when I bring Jack over to swim. We were there this morning. She has summers off too, remember? Sometimes Rach joins us, it’s great. She really doesn’t mind.”

“Okay. Make an appointment then, and then we’ll make another baby.” He gives your belly a pat. “You realize though we’ll probably have to fuck in your office, that’s how we got Jack after all.”

“Oh stop it. We also had sex that weekend for my birthday.”

“I think it was the spontaneity that did it. Gotta remember to not put too much pressure on it.”

“Okay, so catch me off guard when you wanna fuck me.” You shrug. He grips your hips as you start to walk away, and you swat at him. “Not now, you idiot.”

“Come on, let’s practice.”

“Harry…why don’t you go start the grill up, hm? I’m gonna take Jack with me to walk Buster.”

“Okay, fine.” He sighs and rolls his eyes extra heavy. “But don’t say I never offer.”

You go to the doctor and get your IUD removed. Dr. Johnson doesn’t think you’ll have too much trouble conceiving, but she gives you a list of vitamins you might want to try to help yourself out. You get Jack in the car seat after your appointment.

“Jack, you were so good for mummy while she saw the doctor, thank you so much.”

“Treat, mumma?”

“Sure, I think we could go get a treat.”

You drive over to Harry’s studio and walk down the street to the ice cream shop. Buster was with Harry today, so you get a dog-friendly vanilla ice cream. You get everyone ice cream and walk with Jack back to the studio.

“Okay, you know what to say when you walk in right?” You wink at him as you open the door.

“Supwise!” He yells and Isaac beams.

“Look who it is!” He gets up to help you with the ice cream. “This really is a surprise. Hi Jack.”

“Hi.” He hugs your leg shyly, and hides his face. Buster gets up from around the desk and trots over. Jack perks up when he sees his buddy.

“Where’s my hubby?”

“Upstairs in his office. Him and Mariah are having an editing day. She’s in her office in the back.”

“Ah. Come on Jack, think you can climb the stairs? That vanilla one is for Buster.” You say to Isaac.

“Sure thing, and thanks for the treats. I’ll go give this to Mariah.”

You and Jack go up the stairs and knock on Harry’s door.

“Isaac, this better fuckin’-“ Harry’s eyes widen when he opens the door to see his wife and child standing there. “Oh! Hi!” He smiles. He gives you a kiss, and picks up Jack.

“Got you treat, Daddy.” He points to the ice cream in your hands.

“I see that, well come on in.” He sets Jack on the floor with his ice cream and a napkin.

“We were in the neighborhood, I saw Dr. Johnson today.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that was today. What flavor did yeh get me?”

“Your favorite, purple cow.”

“Thank you.” He kisses you again as he takes the ice cream from you. “None for mummy?”

“I took a few bites of yours. I figured I’d just eat whatever he doesn’t finish.” You shrug.

“So it was a good appointment then?”

“Mhm, IUD is gone, and I picked up some vitamins she said could help. I’m in no condition to do anything tonight so don’t even think about it.”

“Hey, I’m completely innocent.” He takes a bite of ice cream. “So…when can we start trying then?”

“Whenever the mood feels right, honey.” You sit down on the little love seat and wipe Jack’s mouth.

“No!” He screams. He hates having his face wiped.

“Jack.” Harry says sternly. “Let mummy clean you up, you’re a mess.”

“No!” He screams again. Harry looks at you and then at Jack.

“Alright, I guess you don’t want ice cream then.” He sighs.

“Harry, no, it’s his treat for being good for me earlier.”

“He’s not bein’ good now.”

“And taking it away is just gonna make it worse. He doesn’t like the dry napkin, I’ll take him down to the bathroom in a minute.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry.”

“M’done, mumma.”

“Okay.” You take his cup and throw it in the trash. “Can we go clean up now?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh good, I was worried you’d say no.” You poke his tummy and he giggles. “See, we totally avoided a meltdown.”

“Guess I just don’t know him as well as you do then.” He grumbles.

“Harry, that’s not what I meant at all.”

“No, it’s fine. You get the best of both worlds with him. You’re a stay at home parent in the summer and then during the school year he still sees you more since he goes to daycare at work with you.” Harry follows you out and down to the bathroom. He holds Jack up so you can wash his hands.

“It’s not like you can close this place down or just not work in the summer time. You come home early, and that’s really great.”

“But you know him better, and then I…end up being the bad guy more. I swear he likes you better sometimes.”

“First of all, I’m the bad guy a lot, you’re just not there to see it. Second of all, he misses you all day long. He couldn’t wait to come surprise you. You’re an amazing father, Harry, please.” Harry sets Jack down once he’s all clean. “Come on, Jack we need go home and let Daddy get back to work.

“No!”

“Must be his favorite word today.” You mumble to Harry. “You can’t stay with Daddy, he has a lot to do. He’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

“No!” He starts crying and attaches himself to Harry’s legs.

“He can stay here, I have coloring books for him upstairs.”

“You won’t get anything done if he does. Jack, enough, we’re going home.”

“No!” He whales.

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’ll get plenty done. M’sure you could use the alone time, right?”

“He’s cranky because it’s almost nap time. He’ll fall asleep in the car and it’ll be fine. Help me get him in the car, please?”

Harry nods and picks a crying Jack up. These were the days you couldn’t wait for Jack to start preschool. Harry gets Jack strapped into his car seat, he was still crying.

“Jack, I need you to be good for mummy, okay? I’ll be home soon.”

“No, Daddy.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Harry. Let it go.” Jack continues to cry after Harry closes the car door. “He’ll fall asleep the second I start driving.”

“I know, it just breaks my heart. I feel so guilty.”

“Don’t.” You cup his cheeks. “You have nothing to be guilty over. He’s just being cranky. It’s how he is sometimes. He does the same thing to me if I take him to run errands at an odd time. He needs his nap, that’s all.” You kiss Harry quick. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Harry watches as you drive away. He sighs heavily and goes back into the studio. Mariah was standing at Isaac’s desk with him.

“Is everything okay? I swear I heard crying.” She says.

“Jack didn’t feel like leavin’. He’s goin’ through the no phase right now. I don’t what’s worse, when he was teething or this.”

“Probably this, since he can talk back to you.” She smirks. “We all know how much you love that.”

“Hey, Mariah? Get back to work.” He grins, and goes back upstairs.

Harry comes home with a cauliflower crust pizza for dinner. He figured if you could surprise him, he could surprise you.

“We can keep it in the oven for now if it’s too early to eat.”

“Sounds good, yeah, it’s only 3:30, you know? But thank you this’ll be great. Hi Buster, how’s mumma’s boy?” You pet the top of his head.

“How’s Jack?”

“He’s fine.” You scoff. “Passed out in the car like I thought, and then I put him to bed for the rest of his nap. He’s coloring now at his table in the living room.”

“Daddy!” Jack exclaims when he sees Harry. He runs over to him and Harry picks him up. Harry gives him a nice kiss on the cheek.

“How was your nap?”

“Good.” He shrugs.

“Can I see what you’ve colored?” Jack nods and Harry carries him into the living room. Harry sits on the floor next to Jack so he can properly see the pages his drawn on. “Oh wow! That’s a good one, I like how you used green for everything, and then just put that one dot of blue there.” You giggle as you listen to him. Harry really was a good dad.

Around 7PM you get Jack down for bed and nearly collapse on the couch with Harry.

“Long day, babe?”

“Mhm, he was up early with me today. Crawled right in with me.”

“Aw, I love when he does that.”

“Me too, just not when I wanna sleep in a little.” You laugh. “I have no privacy to shower sometimes.”

Harry throws his arm around you as he turns the TV.

“Yeah? What do you need privacy for? Shavin’ your legs?” He smirks.

“You know exactly what I need privacy for.”

“So we really can’t have sex tonight?”

“I’m a little sore from the doctor, sweetie. Tomorrow.”

“I could eat you out, oh! Let’s sixty-nine.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You scrunch your face at him. “It’s been ages since we did that.”

“Harry, no.” You cross your arms and settle into his chest while you watch the screen.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not in the mood right now. I’m full from dinner and I’m tired.” You look up at him. “I shouldn’t even need to give you a reason, no should be enough.” You turn back to the TV and you hear him sigh.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m just excited.”

“I know.” You look at him again. “It’s hard not jumping you when I see you with him. You have way more patience than I do sometimes.”

“Oh I see, so you only get turned on when you see me hangin’ out with him. I get it.”

“No!” You laugh. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“It just makes you wanna have another.”

“Mhm.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re just so good.”

“You’re good with him too, you know that right?” You nod yes. “Good.”

A couple of days later, on Saturday, Harry woke you up early and you wanted to kill him.

“You’re worse than him, I swear.” You groan.

“Come shower with me.” He whispers.

“What?”

“He should be asleep a little longer and so should Buster. Come shower with me.” He tugs you out of bed and to your feet.

“Why?” You rub the sleep away from your eyes.

“So we can fuck, obviously.”

“We need to be in the shower to fuck?” You yawn.

“No…but…he can’t exactly walk in on us like this, can he?”

“Good point.”

Harry turns the water on, and once it’s warm you’re being yanked into the shower and pressed up against the tile.

“Oh god.” You moan as his mouth works over your neck and his fingers slip inside you.

He slots his mouth over yours to swallow your moans. Your fingers rake through his hair and he presses his hard dick against your thigh.

“Fuck, put it in, fuck me, Harry.” You whine.

He lines himself up with you and just gets the tip in when you both hear a tap on the door and a little boy’s voice calling for the two of you.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” He grunts. You step away from Harry and turn the water off. “Y/N!” He whines. “I’m gonna have blue balls.”

“So jerk off.” You snap. “I’m just as annoyed, deal with it.” You wrap a towel around yourself and open the door to see Jack sitting with his thumb in his mouth. “Good morning, my love.”

“Hungry.” He whines.

“Okay, mummy make you breakfast.” You secure your towel before picking him up and taking him downstairs.

Harry finally joins you in the kitchen and takes Buster out immediately. You watch as Jack picks at his cheerios. You make yourself and Harry some coffee so it’s ready for when he gets back.

“He needs to learn to stay in his bloody bed.” Harry grumbles when he gets back. “Can’t we put a gate up?”

“We did that, but he’s potty training now so he needs to be able to get into the bathroom in the morning and use the little potty if he needs it.”

“Think it’s time for a sleepover at Mimi’s.” That was what your mother wanted to be called instead of grandma.

“Harry.” You sigh. “We’re headed to London in like two weeks, where we will be staying for like three weeks. I’m sure your mum would love to have him to herself for a few days then. We can run off to the flat and have some alone time.”

“You wanna wait two fuckin’ weeks?!”

“Harry! You know how I feel about you dropping the f bomb in front of him.” You scold him. “Come on, Jack, let’s get you ready for the day. Auntie Sarah said you could come over and swim since it’s gonna be so hot out.”

“Yay!”

“Get your swimsuit on.” You say to Harry.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He says as he watches you rub sunscreen all over Jack.

“No, I don’t wanna wait two weeks, but my mom has a life too. She can’t just take him whenever we want.”

“What about your dad?”

“What about my dad?” You scoff. “He’s not sleeping over there.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” You stand up to look at him. “You know he’s traveling right now. He always goes for road trips in the summer.”

“Okay, what about-“

“Harry.” You snap and grit your teeth. “I love you, but go put your swim suit on, so I can go put mine on.”

Harry gets Jack’s things packed up while you get ready. You come down in a cute one piece and a pair of shorts.

“Got everything?” You ask.

“Yup.”

The three of you, plus Buster, walk down the street to Niall and Sarah’s. You walk around back to where the two of them are already sitting outside.

“Hey! Look who it is.” Niall says, and gets up to help with all the things you brought. “Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine.” You set Jack down, and he toddles over to say hi to Sarah, who scoops him right up. “We got interrupted this morning.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh.” He looks at the two of you. “So go home for a little bit then.”

“No, it’s fine, we came to swim.”

“You can come back. We can watch him for a little while.”

“Thanks, mate.” Harry smiles, and you suck your teeth.

“Niall, we didn’t come over for you to babysit, it’s fine.”

“Oi, go home and make love to your husband would yeh?”

“Yeah, Y/N.” Sarah says. “I’ll play with him in the pool, he won’t even know you’re gone.”

“We-“ Harry lifts you up over his shoulder.

“We’ll be back in a little while, thanks guys.”

“Harry!” You squeal. “Put me down!”

He gets you back halfway to the house before putting you down. He shakes his head at you as he keys into your house.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You say shyly.

“Y/N, we’ve literally had sex with them in the same house as us before. S’not a big deal they know what we’re doin’.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “Don’t you wanna love on each other?” He pouts.

“Of course I do…” You pout back.

“Alright, so let’s go upstairs to our nice air conditioned room, and get busy.”

You nod and follow him upstairs. You both get undressed and get on the bed. He takes some time to just caress your body, his fingers dancing up and down your soft skin. You take some initiative and grip his hardening cock and stroke it. His fingers slide between your legs and you moan out. He groans as your thumb rubs over his tip.

He stops his motions and gets you fully on your back, parting your legs. He licks his lips and attaches them swiftly to your clit.

“Christ!” Your hips buck up and he uses his forearm to pin you in place.

He licks all around your folds and then licks into you, using his free hand to rub circles on your clit.

“H, Harry.” You groan. Your hands reach for his hair and you get tight grip on him how he likes. He groans into you and it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“You’re soaked, all this f’me.” He grunts as he continues to work his tongue.

“Wanted you all morning, I was so frustrated.” You start panting when you feel yourself get closer to the edge. “Oh my god, please don’t stop!”

Harry’s tongue moves back to your clit to flick at it while he gets a couple of fingers inside you to rub against that spongey spot. Your legs start shaking, you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you come hard on his fingers. He gives your clit one last harsh suck before he brings his head up.

He licks his lips again and wipes everything else off with the back of his hand. He grins at you as he hovers over you. You grip his cock and pump it a few times before lining it up with your center. He slowly pushes inside you.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?” You look up at him with innocent eyes.

“Brace yourself.”

“Why?”

“M’gonna fuck you into this mattress.” Your eyes darken as your eyebrows raise. You nod and grip his shoulders.

Two hours later you return to Sarah and Niall’s. Both of you freshly fucked and happy. Niall was outside getting the grill started.

“He’s inside with Sarah, she said it was his nap time.”

“It is, she’s the best.” You say and go inside. Niall gives Harry a cheeky smile.

“Thanks.” He says. “Much needed time alone.”

“And you two wanna have another because…?” He jokes.

“I know it seems crazy to add more crazy to our lives, but we both really want it.” He steps a little closer to Niall. “She told me every time she sees me with Jack she practically wants to jump me to make another one.”

“Damn.”

You and Sarah come back out with a groggy Jack.

“Look who just woke up.” You coo.

“Hey, buddy.” Harry takes him from you and snuggles him close. “Wanna swim with Daddy after you wake up a bit?”

“Mhm.” Jack nuzzles in closer to Harry.

“Is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” You say to the group. “So sweet.” You kiss the top of Jack’s head.

“His curls are just like yours, Harry.” Sarah says.

Once Jack wakes up a little more, Harry brings him into the pool for a swim. You sit on the edge with Sarah, dipping your feet and calves in while Niall grills up lunch. Hearing Jack giggle while Harry would dip him in the water warmed your heart.

“He’s a really good, dad.” Sarah whispers to you.

“Yeah, he is.” You whisper back.

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Punkinhead (spooky mini series)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: horror, drug usage

Summary: On a camping trip with their friends, Harry and Y/N awaken an evil unlike any other.

Friends to lovers, spooky series

Part One

1963

Hellen jumped, woken by the sound of her Father's drunken screams. She tip toed to the door of her bedroom.

"Bout as smart as them cows you're supposed to bring in! An' ya couldn't even do that!" Hellen winced, hearing her father's hand come down across her brother's cheek. Hellen watched her brother stumble, only to be yanked back up by her father.

"I'm sorry Pa." He whimpered.

"Know wha? You're gonna keep watch over them cows tonight. Give that scarecrow a break." Hellen heard her brother take in a sharp breath, struggling against their father's hold.

"No Pa! Please-"

"An' maybe Punkinhead'll take ya off my hands! Only need one Scarecrow right?!" Hellen watched her father grab a lamp and some rope, dragging her brother behind him.

Hellen put her boots and coat on quickly. Surely he was kidding about Punkinhead. Punkinhead wasn't a real thing. He didn't exist. Twenty minutes later she heard her Pa come back inside, slumping into his chair. She waited until she heard his soft snores before sneaking out into the night after her brother.

It was windy, the pumpkin patch was eerie at night, like little goblins waiting around, ready to strike at any moment. She shined her flashlight up where the scarecrow should have been. In it's place her brother, shivering in the cold.

"Abel!" Hellen shouted. She held the light between her legs, reaching up to try and untie him.

"He….he's coming." Able wheezed. His eyes were wide, staring at something in the distance. "He's coming for me."

"What?!" Hellen shouted, but she could feel it, the chill on the back of her neck. She looked up, Abel's eyes were red rimmed and filled with fear. He looked down at her.

"Leave." Abel gasped. "Go Hellen!" Hellen kissed her brother's cheek before turning away.

The wind howled and as she ran a piercing scream, blood curdling and filled with agony shook the night. Hellen glanced over her shoulder. What she saw would haunt her for the rest of her days.

Present Day

“I can’t believe you invited her to go with us.” Kennedi rolled her eyes as she hoisted her gym bag over her shoulder. She stood in the lobby with her boyfriend and their friends. Her dig was aimed at him though, Harry, her boyfriend, who had a female roommate she was not fond of.

It wasn’t that she was afraid Harry would sleep with Y/N. No, that would never happen. It was more so the fact that they were so close and she was so weird, yet Harry fawned over everything she did. Like she was the greatest person ever….it was annoying.

“Y/N is my best friend Ken. I can’t exactly leave her behind.”

“Yes you can,” Kennedi hissed. “You’re not joined at the hip.”

“I think Y/N’s cool,” Niall interjected before Harry could say anything. “She looks like she could kick my ass.” Niall had liked Y/N from the moment Harry introduced them. She was more on the punk alternative side with ripped leggings, diy vests and a plethora of band t-shirts. Let’s not forget her Doc Martens that were entirely kick ass by themselves. Kennedi rolled her eyes.

“Whatever Niall, you would.” Kennedi turned her attention back to Harry. “You live with her. You see her everyday. Do you have to invite her everywhere? That’s all I’m asking.” she wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist. “Don’t you want to be alone with me?” Niall rolled his eyes when she bat her lashes at Harry. God she was annoying.

“We will be alone baby,” he kissed the tip of her nose. Niall smirked at the way Kennedi’s face fell, annoyance furrowing her brows. “She’s my best mate. I can’t leave her behind.”

“You can, you just choose not to.” Kennedi pouted. Harry sighed, dropping his arms. “I’m sorry.” she said quickly. “I just...I worry sometimes.” Niall wanted to be sick. She played Harry so easily. He knew the real reason Kennedi hated Y/N was because she knew Harry. Y/N was first, all the time, and that pissed her off. Harry could deny it all he wanted. But everyone knew.

“Look. I gotta go home, but Y/N and I will meet you guys here bright and early in the morning so...be ready to go.” Harry kissed Kennedi once more before leaving the gym.

Harry skipped steps as he made his way up to the flat he shared with Y/N. They had met three years ago when Harry had moved to the states for school. She needed a roommate and he needed a place to stay. Though it had taken a couple months for them to get used to each other, it was true, they were practically joined at the hip at this point.

“Y/N!” he shouted, kicking the door shut with his foot. Their dog, Scrappy, bounded up to him. They weren’t sure what he was, he had been a stray, living outside of their building when they found him. Maybe it was weird for friends that lived together to have a pet. But they did.

“Hey boy,” Harry knelt down, scratching behind Scrappy’s ear. He could smell food cooking in the kitchen and hear what sounded like Iron Maiden, from the kitchen.

Y/N was cooking something Thai, a red bandana around her head, keeping her bangs out of her face. “Hello love,” Harry said, sneaking around her towards the cupboard. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. Anyone watching them would think they were a couple, but they knew better.

“Hey. I’m making chicken teriyaki. Know you’re not much for meat but-”

“No, no,” Harry interrupted. “It’s good.” He filled a cup with tap water, leaning against the counter. “You ready for tomorrow?” he asked, knowing full well that the answer was no.

“You sure I can’t just stay here? I mean, then my mom won’t have to come take care of Scrappy and I won’t embarrass you in front of your friends.” Harry studied her. Y/N was gorgeous, her humor was dark, but she was such a good and caring person. He hated that people judged her for the way she looked, especially his friends.

“Y/N you don’t embarrass me,” he said, grabbing two plates for her and another glass for her to drink out of. “You’re always home. You never go out….I think you could have fun. Kennedi is...tricky,” he said, unable to find the right way to say it, “but Niall is great. You’ll love Elenore and Gigi. Maya and you could get along really well...Louis , Liam and Zayn, they’re fun.” He took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “I want them to get to know you. To like you as much as I do.”

“Harry,” Y/N said, turning to look at him. Harry was extremely close. Their noses almost brushing as she looked up at him. She’d had feelings for him for a long time, but she knew he would never date her. Guys like him didn’t date girls like her. She was lucky just to be his friend. “I don’t want you to think you always have to invite me.”

“I don’t. I’m asking you.” he poked his lip out, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Please.”

“Harry.” Y/N said, trying not to smile. “Don’t.” he wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her shoulder. “Don’t give me that look.” he fake whimpered, giggling at the end and hiding his face in her shoulder. “Okay. Okay.” she laughed, tugging at his arms. “Get off me.” she smirked. “Like I could say no to you anyway.”

That night Y/N crawled into bed, burrowing into the blankets.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to be friends with his friends. She was a loner, granted she had a couple of friends of her own, she preferred her own company. That was until Harry entered her life. He was sweet and fun to be around, he didn’t care how much she liked horror films or if she preferred the pit at a rock concert to front row tickets to see Ariana Grande (she’d gone, much to Kennedi’s dismay.) Harry just fit. He was her one ‘normal.’ Her one piece of consistency. But she hated feeling like she was holding him back.

“I’m going to have fun tomorrow.” she sighed, looking at the ceiling. “I’m going to have fun on this trip.”

It was a grave. Six feet deep, already laid out in front of her. The cemetery was dark, wind howling around her. The headstone was blank. She stepped forward, fear gripping her belly, she looked down into the grave-

Beep. Beep.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. Her body drenched with sweat. She threw her hand over her face, groaning. Why did she agree to get up at six am. Why did she agree to this.

Harry was already awake when Y/N came out of her room. Dressed in sweats and an oversized Meat Puppets t shirt, her hair tossed into a messy bun. Harry was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, phone in one hand, cup of coffee in the other. He was shirtless, his basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. He smiled up at Y/N, pointing at a plate of eggs and toast on the table.

“Made you breakfast.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled, sitting down. Harry watched her as she scratched her head, stretching her arms up before digging in. He smiled to himself. He thought she was always prettiest like this. No makeup, baggy, comfy clothes, hair out of her face. He could watch her all day. It was moments like this, when he was alone with her here, he would pretend they were more. He would pretend she was his wife and this was their home. He would never tell her that, he didn’t think she could ever like him as much as he liked her. That’s why he was with Kennedi. He needed to get over it. Y/N was his friend. Only his friend.

Y/N could feel Harry’s eyes on her. She cleared her throat, looking up at him. He was watching her with such intensity, she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “Harry?” he blinked, looking at her. “Might want to get dressed. We gotta leave in like an hour.” she smiled softly, watching his cheeks go red.

“R-right.” he stuttered. Y/N watched as he downed the rest of his coffee.

“You know, you could have gotten into the back seat after we picked everyone up.” Harry said as he pulled the van up to the gym. His friends were waiting outside. Y/N rolled her eyes, tapping away on her phone.

“And let the princess see me sitting next to you? God forbid.” Harry’s jaw twitched but he didn’t say anything. He knew she was right. If Y/N was sat up front by him, Kennedi would blow a gasket. That wasn’t something Harry was looking forward to. He had hoped maybe on this trip they’d get to know each other. Maybe get along. But he was doubting that seriously.

“Harry!” Kennedi squealed, she hopped into the front seat, pressing her lips to Harry’s. Her eyes flickered to the backseat, disappointed to find Y/N wasn’t watching. She would get it through her head this weekend though. Harry was hers. And she wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way of that.

Y/N took her head phones out as the back door opened and Harry’s friends clammerd in. The one named Niall sat beside her. “Hi,” she did her best to smile at him.

“Hey,” he gestured to her phone. “What are you listening to?” he asked.

“Oh,” she held out an earbud. “Black Flag.”

“No shit.” Niall sounded impressed. “Lemme listen yeah?”

Harry couldn’t stop glancing into the rearview mirror. Niall and Y/N sat closely together, talking and whispering to each other. He felt the weight of Kennedi’s hand in his but also the raging jealousy. He wanted to be back there with Y/N.

About an hour into their trip Harry pulled up to a rundown gas station. As he pulled in an old man and his son came out of the building.

“Everybody out! Stretch ya legs!” Harry shouted. Niall let Y/N go first, before hopping down out of the van after her. He stumbled slightly, reaching for her hand as he righted himself.

“Careful there,” Y/N smiled. Niall reached out, gently grabbing her waist. Y/N felt herself leaning up, eyes closing softly-

“Y/N!” Y/N’s head turned sharply. Harry was glaring at her and Niall. “Can I talk to you?” Niall smirked, letting her go.

He was gonna get through to both of them by the end of this trip. It amazed Niall how blind the two of them could be. I mean, he didn’t even know Y/N but could tell she had some major feelings for Harry.

“What’s up?” Y/N asked as Harry pumped the gas. Harry looked down at her, trying not to let his irritation at Niall show.

“What’re you and Niall doing?” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Excuse me?”

“Just….just be careful please. I love Ni but-”

“Harry.” Y/N cut him off. “Harry this is what you wanted. For me to get along with your friends. That’s what I’m doing right?” Harry huffed, looking away. “Harry you’re not my boyfriend….you can’t tell me you want me to be friends with your friends and then two seconds later get mad when I do.” she glanced over his shoulder. “And Kennedi’s watching….Look I don’t want any drama okay.” Y/N turned away quickly. Just as Kennedi was walking up on him. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright babe?" She asked. Harry nodded.

They got in the van and continued on their way. Louis and Zayn passed around a joint. Y/N talked with Gigi and Maya. They were sweet and Liam was adorable with Maya. Harry stayed up front with Kennedi. He hated hearing Y/N's laugh and not knowing what she was laughing at. He hated that she was having fun without him.

"Hey! Hey!" Gigi crawled over Y/N's lap, pointing out the window. A sign reading 'Grover's Pumpkin Patch' was passing them by. "Come on Harry! Let's stop!"

"We haven't even gotten to the cabin yet." Kennedi complained. Gigi rolled her eyes.

"So? We can take some with us to carve." Kennedi huffed, crossing her arms as Harry made the turn towards the pumpkin patch. Y/N took Niall's hand as they made their way down the dirt path. An old house sat at the top of the hill, the wood rotted and flung apart. An old woman came out to the porch as Harry parked in front of the house, everyone filing out of the van.

"Welcome to Grover's Pumpkin Patch. How can I help ya'll?" She had thin white hair and coke bottle glasses, crows feet withered around her watery blue eyes. Her gingham dress blew gently in the breeze. Harry stepped up, shaking her hand.

"Hi! 'm Harry. We were wonderin' if we could get some pumpkins?" She smiled, her eyes meeting Y/N's, there was something about the woman that put Y/N off though. She wasn't comfortable.

"10 dollars. You each can pick one." Harry grinned, reaching into his pocket. "Just stay away from the Scarecrow." She pointed over their shoulder. A scarecrow stood in the middle of the field, with a jack o lantern head. Kennedi snorted.

"What's that supposed to be?" Harry pinched her side and the woman narrowed her eyes.

"That is the alter to Punkinhead."

"Punkinhead?" Y/N repeated. "Who's that?"

"He's a demon. He fetches souls for the Underworld. If you done someone wrong they can summon him, and he won't rest until you're dead." Y/N's blood ran cold, the dream the night before flashing once more in her mind.

"Sounds scary." Kennedi said sarcastically, "lets go Harry. Get the stupid pumpkin so we can get to the cabin." She tugged on his arm as the group followed them. Y/N lingered by the old woman.

"It's true you know….you seem like you have sense." Y/N nodded.

"I should….I should go."

"Godspeed."

"Kennedi." Y/N said, her voice shaking with unease. "I don't think you should do that." She looked to Harry, hoping he would say something to his girlfriend, but he only glanced at Y/N and pursed his lips.

Kennedi had made her way straight to the Scarecrow. The old woman had annoyed her and she was gonna show her. She wasn't afraid of anything, especially not some stupid story.

"Kennedi." Her eyes flickered towards Y/N, she looked genuinely terrified. "Don't."

"Ooh." Kennedi said, her tone mocking as she grabbed the scarecrow's head. "Is Punkinhead gonna get me?" She yanked the head off the scarecrow, throwing it to the ground. Y/N shivered at the noise it made on impact, squishy as it split apart. Kennedi hopped down from the post, wiping her hands.

"Kennedi." Niall scolded. She rolled her eyes.

"Come on. I don't believe in stupid horror stories. Punkinhead is about as real as the Boogeyman." She nudged Niall hard in the shoulder as she yanked Harry back towards the car.

Y/N stood rooted to the spot, staring at the smashed pumpkin. A chilly breeze swept over her and her stomach was churning.

"She shouldn't have done that." She finally said, turning to look at Niall. "I have a really bad feeling." Niall shook his head, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, turning them back to the car.

"I don't like her either Y/N but you shouldn't worry. Punkinhead is just a story....an urban legend." Y/N looked back at the house as they got into the car. The old woman stood on her porch, still watching them. As they made eye contact the feelings grew. Y/N didn't know what it was, but something bad was on the horizon.

Hellen went back into her house. She went into her bedroom, kneeling down she ripped up the floorboard and pulled out an old book. She brought it to the kitchen, slamming it on the table.

"Stupid kids. They'll learn." She growled, flipping through the pages. "Here it is." She said, stopping suddenly.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, please keep me blinded from the sight. When Punkinhead appears tonight. Appease the soul, save the right, bad blood will feed this patch tonight."

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emptycanvasposts · 4 years ago

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Can’t Sleep?||John B x Reader

A/N: Hey guys so this is my first fic ever to be posted so far in this journey. I really hope y’all like it! Message me or comment with you thoughts I would LOVE to hear what y’all have to say! I haven’t had access to my computer so bear with me on the format please! kisses :)xoxo

warnings: weed use, fluff

word count: 1.6k

gif belongs to: @ioveaffairs

Smoke slowly left your lips as you passed the blunt to JJ. Times like these were your favorites, hanging out at the Chateau with your best friends, just drinking a couple cold ones and smoking a few blunts, nothing in the world to worry about.

You were sitting on the porch next to JJ, feet stretched across the couch to comfortably rest in his lap. John B was sitting in the chair across from you but had asked if anyone wanted beers from inside so he had gone inside to grab a couple. Kie and Pope we’re both watching some random movie on the couch inside. That just left you and JJ to be sitting alone outside for the moment.

“You should tell him,” you heard JJ say as he passed the blunt back to you. Out of the pogues you had always been closest to JJ. He was basically the male version of you: outgoing, reckless, and MAJOR daddy issues. You could relate to each other in ways that most people couldn’t. It was probably the reason that people thought you were dating even though you had felt as if he was a brother to you. Since he was the closest to you he was the only one who knew a certain secret that you hid from everyone for months.

“I want to. Believe me Jay, I do, more than anything,” y/n left out a nervous sigh, “but what happens if he doesn’t feel the same way or has feelings for someone else, like Kie for instance?” The small crush you had developed the first time you met JB had to be way more than just a small crush to be set aside. You had grown attached to his personality, his sweetness and kindness, his ability to handle certain situations that no one else could, and his sometimes reckless and chaotic behavior, plus not to mention how good he looked no matter what he was wearing or what he was doing. “I don’t want to lose one of my best friends and for things to be awkward around the group of things wouldn’t turn out the way I hope, Jay.”

John B was the only other person that JJ really let his guard down around completely. He knew that John B wouldn’t completely turn down y/n but also knew that JB wouldn’t come to y/n if he did have feelings for her and hadn’t told JJ. “y/n, you know I love you more than anything and would never want to see you hurt. You need to tell him before he finds someone else so that he knows how you feel about him and so that you don’t hurt yourself by bottling up these feelings you have for him. Trust me, just talk to him tonight about it, and if it doesn’t work out I will be here for you through it all.” You took another hit of the blunt to give you a little confidence, “Yea, I know I should. I’m just scared.”

John B walked back onto the porch giving a beer to both you and JJ. Taking it, your y/c/e met his honey brown ones and you gave him a small smile and a “thank you,” before quickly diverting your eyes to open your beer and take a long sip.

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A few hours, a couple of beers, and another finished blunt later, you found yourself walking inside the Chateau. JJ had gone to sleep in the spare bedroom and Kie and Pope were fast asleep on the fold out sofa. You slowly walked up to John B’s door unsure of how you were going to tell him how you felt but knowing that you needed to talk to him about it. Raising a hand to the door you knock on it softly, repeating to yourself over and over that this needs to happen. Opening the door is a shirtless JB in only his shorts and that famous bandana of his. The sight alone caused your breath to hitch.

“Can’t sleep?” John B asked you as you stood at his door worried about how he might react as to why you were there. “Yea, I guess you could say that,” you said to him with a nervous chuckle, “do you mind if I?” you trailed off while motioning to go into his room. “Oh yea, of course.” he said, opening his door and walking into his room, sitting on his bed. You followed suit, closing the door behind you and laying on your stomach next to him, propped up by your elbows you started fidgeting with your fingers unsure of how to talk about your feelings.

John B noticed your unsure behavior and was generally perplexed by it because you were confident in everything you did. When he opened the door for you in the first place his heart kind of skipped a beat, there really wasn’t a reason for you to be in his room unless JJ had taken up the whole bed again. Nevertheless he loved when the two of you had alone time together. He placed a hand over your hands and said, “You know that if you ever need to talk to me about anything you can. I’ll always be here for you.”

You brushed a hand through your hair over the top of your head, “I really need to talk to you about something. I'm just terrified of how you’ll think of me after I say it,” you told him, glancing up to him, your eyes locking with his. JB placed a hand on your face cupping your cheek, “I could never think any less of you in any way I promise.” You looked back down at your hands, JB’s hand falling softly from your face, softly saying, “I really like you John B. Like so insanely much,” looking up at him with slight hope in your eyes, “and in a way so much more than just friends.” John B was looking down at you with a glint in his eyes and you were unsure if it was hope, happiness, unsure feelings, or a mixture of them that filled his eyes but the thoughts quickly left your mind. John B quickly cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours passionately. At first you were shocked, widening your eyes in confusion, but you soon melted into his movements, moving your lips in the same fast past against him that he was using, leaving the two of you breathless.

You pulled away slowly, looking deeply in his eyes, “woah,” was the only thing you could say after you did. JB chuckled, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that since the moment I laid eyes on you.” Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, “Then how come you haven’t said anything?” “Well, to be honest, the way you’ve always been so close to JJ, I just believed that if you’d want to date anyone you’d want to date him,” John B told you rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “and that I’d ruin everything between us if I said anything to you.”

You closed the distance between the two of you again, softly pressing your lips to his. This kiss wasn’t as fast and rushed, it was soft and sweet but no less passionate than the last one. “So JB, what does this mean for us?” you asked him as you pulled apart. John B looked at you deeply with a slight smirk on his lips, “well I’m hoping this means I get to take a beautiful girl on an amazing date.” Getting underneath his covers and cuddling into his body placing your head on his chest you said to him, “That sounds like the best thing ever,” a smile tugging at the edges of your lips stretching from on ear to the other.

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Waking up, you turn over and are met with a toned body against yours. Opening your eyes and seeing John B brought back the memories of last night. A smirk spread across your lips as you crawled over top of JB, your legs straddling his and placed a kiss on his lips. John B slowly opened his eyes, seeing you on top of him caused a smile to spread across his face. Bringing his face up to yours he pressed his lips against yours in a needy kiss, as if if he didn’t you’d disappear.

Both yours and JB’s heads turned as JJ came crashing through the door saying something about breakfast. “Oh, I guess y’all figured it out! Breakfast is ready if y’all wanna have something other than each other,” JJ said with a smirk and a wink.

Laughing and turning your heads back to each other, you and John B attached your lips back to each other’s. “What do you say we go eat some breakfast with the others and then you take me on that date you were talking about?” you asked John B with a smile. John B smiles back at you and places a kiss on your forehead, “Sounds like today will be the best day sweetheart.”

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harrysgoldrush · 5 years ago

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and they were roommates {h.s.} v

a/n: this is my favorite ones so far! i’m planning on starting a tags list for this series of unorganized blurbs! comment below if you want to be included on the list :)

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“can i stay?” you mumbled, burying your face into his neck as he pulled you close. you had come home, stressed beyond belief from your latest meeting with your editor.

you had been confident with your latest work, so much so you hadn’t even shown harry. your editor had returned it covered in red pen, telling you it wasn’t your best work.

that it lacked originality.

that it was any hallmark movie showing around february 14th.

okay, that one was an exaggeration.

harry was in your room, digging through your closet and looking for the red bandana he had asked to borrow.

hearing you slam the door, he was quick to stand up, ready to investigate the cause of your sudden wave of emotions.

wordlessly you had thrown yourself onto your bed, face down on your pillow. harry quietly climbed onto your unmade bed, laying down beside you as he rubbed your back.

“i’m here when you’re ready.”

he listened patiently as you ranted, confessing how difficult it had been as of late, especially with how connected you felt to the outside world. it was always difficult to break away and you relied on your electronics to write.

he had left quickly at that mention, coming back with a gentle smile before he presented a small leather journal.

“i like to use a journal. like to keep it old school. makes me look cool too.”

you had laughed at that, taking the journal from him with a gracious smile. setting it down on your nightstand, you made grabby hands at the taller man who easily crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“is that your way of telling me you’re not moving anytime soon?”

“maybe,” you mumbled, humming lightly as he ran his fingernails up and down your back. “it’s your fault really, you’re an irresistible cuddler.”

“am i?”

“don’t get a big head. i’ll take it back.”

the two of you lay in silence for a while, just listening to the other one breathing. it was funny how easily harry could relax you, even on your worst days he could make you smile.

“y’know how i feel right now?” you piped up, earning a sleepy groan from harry.

“like ray lamontagne’s song. it always makes me think of you. because you’ve become such a big part of my life and i can’t remember life before i met my best friend.”

“are you a novelist?” he murmured softly, lifting an arm up so he could reach your hair. “you’re sounding very poetic right now.”

“i’m being nice, harry. you could try it.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?” he laughed before taking a deep breath. “i don’t know what i’d do without you. think i’d be insanely homesick. you made this apartment feel like home. i’d stay like this forever if i could. and don’t worry about what irene said; you’re a phenomenal writer and i’m sure she’s just trying to push you because of how highly she thinks of you. it’s stressful, yeah, but think of how amazing you’ll feel once it’s published and flying off of the shelves.”

“and what if she’s right? what if i’m no better than one of those cheesy hallmark movies?”

“then i’ll buy every copy and read them all. but it won’t.”

“i’d do the same, y’know?” you peeked you at him, smiling back at him when he caught your gaze. “i can tell you’re nervous about releasing new music but you’re talented harry. it’s clear just by seeing the books your read and the music you listen to. you just have to be confident in yourself. be sure of who you are.”

“what would i do without a best friend like you?”

something between you and harry had changed that night. he was much more affectionate now, feeling more comfortable around you. he no longer awkwardly lingered outside of your door, waiting to be invited in. he wasn’t afraid to lean on you during a late-night movie or grab your hand if either of you started to cry during the notebook.

he was always eager to read your work and had even begun sharing snippets of lyrics he had begun writing recently. you had even taken up writing ideas in the journal he had given you, smiling fondly at the first page where he had messily scribbled your name with a pen that was running out of ink.

can i stay became a commonly used phrase between the two of you, whenever you needed company or just a hug. one day when you hadn’t been feeling well, you had gone as far as throwing crumpled pieces of paper at him, hoping to catch his attention so he would bring you some ice cream and cuddles.

he was more confident, he somehow seemed to be smiling even more, and you could tell he was excited about something but he refused to tell you until you came home one day and he was beginning to pack a suitcase.

“so you’re leaving for jamaica?” you asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as he searched through his drawers.

“in a few days, yeah.”

“oh. how long?”

“however long it takes to write an album—”

“an album?” you asked quickly, eyes growing wide. “harry that’s brilliant!”

“yeah, well, it’s thanks to you. you gave me the push i needed to realize that i’m ready. and jeff suggested we fly out there to get away from everything.”

“i’ve always hated jeff, knew he was out to steal you from me.”

harry laughed and turned to face you, giving a sweet smile as he walked to stand in front of you.

“i’ll miss you too. but before you go on hating me for leaving like this, i did something.”

“something bad?”

“i hope not.” unbuttoning his shirt, your eyebrows raised as you watched him take his shirt off.

it wasn’t like this was the first time you had seen harry shirtless. you lived with him and the interest existed. but now you were invited to look, confused by harry who stood expectantly.

“what am i supposed to be looking at?”

harry gave you an incredulous look before gesturing towards his left shoulder which was partially bandaged.

“what the hell? when did you get hurt?”

“i got a tattoo!” he explained, sitting down beside you. “go on, take a look.”

hesitantly, you began to carefully take the bandages off. “i don’t know how i was supposed to realize you got another tattoo, you already have so many.”

“it was bandaged.”

“well you’re a giant, you can’t expect me to immediately notice something on your shoulder. this better not be my face, harry styles or i’ll kill y—”

your voice fell as you stared down at the familiar handwriting now permanently drawn on his skin. feeling your eyes begin to water as your throat begins to tighten, you looked up to see harry watching you closely with kind eyes.

“do you like it?”

“h-how did yo—”

“saved those sticky notes you had thrown at me last month.”

beginning to cry gently, you let harry pull you into a hug, careful to avoid hurting his fairly recent tattoo. “i can’t believe you’d do that.”

“i thought you’d like it.”

“i do. i love it. so much. but you’re a jerk for being so nice to me when i’m already going to miss you when you go away.”

“maybe we can sneak you over without jeff noticing.”

“yeah right. didn’t he say no distractions?”

“you’re right, you’d only cause trouble down there.”

“i could behave.”

humming, harry laughed and said, “i’ll think about it. don’t think we should stress him out until at least the second album.”

“can’t wait.” you smiled, twisting in his arms so you could admire his newest tattoo.

can i stay?

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apexqueenie · 4 years ago

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Combat Medic

Hi BBYS! I know I haven’t been posting in a while, school, work, and family have been top priority for a while, but I had some time over Christmas break to write this! Enjoy!

Bakugou knew the risk of being out in the front lines, he knew there was always a possibility of bullets hitting him faster than he could react, but he didn’t think it’d happen so close to winning the war.

“Heh? My letter? For what? I haven’t died yet cuz I’m gonna win this war, and I’m comin back home with something better than a damn letter. It’s gonna be the head of that Shirigaki bastard”

At least, that’s what he hoped when he told Aizawa off. His General only shrugged, knowing that no amount of convincing will go anywhere with Bakugou. They weren’t going into a major battle yet, just ambushing an outlying base for a better sleep at night. The blonde’s pride in his winning battles wouldn’t let him pick up the pen, and now, he cursed himself for not writing it. He peeked around the corner of the wall he was using as cover, attacking Shirigaki’s men at one of their bases. His men thought they had the advantage, but they were wrong about the amount of people Shirigaki had and were now outnumbered in enemy territory. The men had found the window showcasing hundreds of men, outnumbering them at least 10 to 1. Bakugou barely took in the scene before he ordered his small crew of men to turn back. There was no chance they could fight them all. Even he knew that. As fast as they could, they made their way back, finding every way they could to stall the rest of the base, but the enemy overcame the obstacles with their sheer numbers alone.

One of the many bullets sent his way in the last hour made contact with his abdomen, piercing his right kidney. It was a clean shot. The bullet nested itself among his organs. He winced, but his mother raised a stubborn bastard. One bullet wasn’t gonna kill him. Unfortunately, that one bullet wasn’t alone. Another grazed his left shoulder, shredding the fabric of his shirt. The one after that shot the other side of his abdomen. Katsuki lost his footing and his knees crumpled underneath him. As soon as he went down, the rest of his platoon began to lose hope, one by one. Fear crawled its way through their bones as they watched their strongest man drop his weapon in pain.

Desperately, his fellow soldiers tried to cover him, but they were lost without a commander. Katsuki painfully watched his men struggle as he helplessly lay on the floor, clutching his open wounds. This was probably the end of his journey. He was gonna die as his parents’ only child, and he didn’t even give them anything to remember him by.

His vision began to blur. He was losing too much blood. Was this gonna be the end of the Bakugou lineage? He shook his head, he couldn’t be worried about that right now, he led these scared shitless men here, the least he could do is get as many out alive.

Gritting his teeth, he picked his gun back up, shooting wobbly into the stray bullets at blurred figures. His attempt was rewarded with enough time for him to shuffle backwards into cover.

“Captain!” one of his men said, sliding next to Bakugou and throwing the injured man’s arm over his shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he barked, wincing as his wounds got stretched, “leave me here so I can blow these assholes up and send ‘em straight to hell-!”

“-No! You’re coming back home with the rest of us, whether you like it or not!” the man grunted.

“Kirishima”, Bakugou warned, wheezing from his open wounds.

The men that were left formed a protective ring around the two, slowly inching their way back to the outside world.

“Almost...there-” Kirishima said, practically dragging Bakugou to the back towards the entrance they came in.

Through his blurred eyes, Bakugou could see his comrade’s empty magazines and cursed himself for under preparing his men. The ring of soldiers was getting thinner as the men protected their leader. The entrance was too small for all of them to leave at once, but their leader was the most important. If he makes it out alive, their lives made a difference in this war.

Before they could reach it though, the wall blew up in front of them, filling their lungs with dust.

“GET DOWN” a familiar voice yelled from the other side. Aizawa had come to save his ass.

The men instinctively dropped to the floor, and a flurry of bullets rained down on the surprised enemy men. General Aizawa waved his arm, signaling his troops to cover the injured. A figure slid down between him and Kirishima, taking his place and pulling him to the hole in the wall. They were smaller than the two of them, but were easily able to support almost all his weight.

“I’ve got him, get yourself up there!” they said, holstering their pistol and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Who….the fuck are...you…?” He mumbled. His legs were starting to buckle underneath him and his head felt heavier by the second.

The figure didn’t answer, but instead hoisted him onto their back. His arms fell limp over their shoulders and his face was buried in the crook of their neck. He would’ve protested being carried like a child, but he didn’t have the strength to lift his head up. He picked up a sweet scent underneath the reek of spent gunpowder that surrounded the area. It was oddly soothing. Consciousness was slowly fading, the pain slowly becoming more and more numb until everything around him turned dark.

***

He hated the dark.

Bakugou was a tactical man, and being blind was being vulnerable. Still, the dark was comforting. He could rest… but being a stubborn bastard still, he couldn’t keep his eyes closed forever.

With great difficulty, he opened his vermillion eyes, wincing at the bright fluorescent lights above him. He was going to make a snark and colorful comment about them until a blurry figure hovered over him, sparing his eyes from more uncomfort.

“How are you feelin?” She said. It was the same voice from earlier.

His vision cleared and he was met with two beautiful pairs of eyes bright enough to show his reflection with ease…and boy did he look like shit. At least, that’s what he thought. He was scuffed down to the bone, but he didn’t feel any of it. Your appearance caught him off guard. You were too...clean, and dare he say, beautiful… he’d never described anyone as beautiful before. He wondered if he was in heaven, but you looked too real for him to be dead. You wore a standard uniform, like his, but your arm was adorned with a bandana bearing the symbol of a cross. You were a combat medic, but somehow dust free...and that made no logical sense to Bakugou.

“Did we win?” He replied.

You let out a chuckle and stood straight again, “Wow, you really DO have a one track mind to victory.”

Bakugou propped himself up on his elbows, feeling his bones pop in various places. You helped with a hand to his back, careful not to touch any major wounds. He’d been taken back to their home base and was inside his own room at the medical facility. Looking around, he found his uniform freshly washed and folded in a neat pile on top of a small dresser, his gun right next to it leaning against the wall. Above that, a window that gave a view of the hallway and of the numerous different soldiers and staff heading to their stations. Two soldiers passed by, laughing among themselves. Everything seemed so normal...it's hard to believe he was alive when last time he was conscious, he was close to dead.

“Yeah well, I need to know how many of my men got out.” He sighed

Your gaze softened at his words. “All of them made it. Thankfully, we got there in time to prevent any fatalities. Aizawa was notified that the numbers had dramatically increased and immediately put together a squadron to come get you. We got your men out and blew what we could up.” You said while helping Bakugou sit upright comfortably.

“Ok, now who the fuck are you and how fucking long was I out?” He grumbled.

You grinned, “I’m (y/n), Aizawa’s appointed combat medic...and surprisingly, you’ve only been out for less than a day.”

He blinked in shock. Less than a day? So many questions started filling his head, but before he could ask any of them, he twisted the wrong way and pain erupted over his body again. Your actions immediately halted and you looked at his wound for any bleeding. He looked down and realized he was shirtless with bandages covering the majority of his torso, stained with dried blood. No sign of bright red blossoming anywhere, so he continued sitting upright.

Easing Bakugou back on to the bed, you continued talking, trying to distract him from the pain. “Aizawa talks very highly of you, you know, but I never had the chance to meet you. He said your ‘shitty attitude’ would scare me away.” You chuckled, waving your fingers into quotation marks. “Still, you’re the first person that comes to mind when he needs a strong fighter.”

Bakugou scoffed, curling his lips into a smirk, “Hah, I knew the old man felt something, it’s just a pain in the ass to get him to admit it.”

You hummed in amusement while grabbing a flask of water from your bag and handing it to Bakugou. He took it eagerly, realizing how parched he is. The refreshing liquid was always welcome. Meanwhile, you grabbed some clean bandages and rags from your bag. By then, Bakugou had already finished the entire flask and set the empty container aside.

“I need to change your bandages” you said, gloving your hands. Carefully, you peeled back the dirty wraps, cleaning his stitches as gently as possible, then re-wrapping everything back up. His piercing red eyes watched you the entire time, studying your every move.

“You’ve got steady hands.” He muttered.

For someone who works with life threatening wounds, that was a major compliment, and your face heated up quickly. You looked down, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but it was pointless.

“Oi, are you dying on me?” Bakugou asks, narrowing his eyebrows.

“As if.” You replied, but a waver in your voice only made him chuckle. Desperately, you tried to change the subject. “Anyways,” you cleared your throat, “Uhm, where are you going? After the war is done.”

The man sighs, staring at the floor for a few seconds. “Home, I guess.”

“Oh nice,” you say, “you have someone waiting for you?”

“My parents, obviously,” he snorts.

You shook your head, “no, I meant, do you have a girl at home? Or guy...I’m not gonna judge.”

“HAH,” the blonde scoffs loudly, “I got nothing else on my mind except winning this damn war. A relationship was only going to distract me.”

“I see…” you said, trying to look as neutral as possible. You were lying if you said you didn’t find Bakugou attractive. His body was sculpted like a god, something that Aizawa never mentioned. You’d always pictured him as an older man built like a lumberjack, probably has a smoking habit- but nothing close to the perfect blemish free skin, toned muscled, handsome YOUNG man he was when you were tasked with stitching his wounds.

“Holy shit, this is Bakugou? I was carrying Captain Bakugou this whole time?!?” You exclaimed when Aizawa pointed to him.

“But...“ he continued, pulling you out of your thoughts, “that doesn’t mean I don’t want one. After we win this war...I’m definitely looking forward to giving my parents some grandchildren.”

“Ew” you said, scrunching up your face in feigned disgust.

Bakugou laughed a bit, or as much as he could with two recent bullet wounds. “Hah, loser. You don’t plan on havin kids?”

“Nah, of course I do, the world needs more of me hanging around”

He just rolled his eyes, “I think you’ve mixed up the word “me” for “The Great Bakugou Katsuki”.”

“Damn, I think I’m gonna have to leave, I’m suffocating underneath your ego” you said melodramatically. You smiled, glad that your conversation was more casual now.

“You should be, that’s how I win wars, princess. What are you planning to do?”

“Hmmmm” you pondered, “Home too? The war has been my whole life so far, and I’m good at my job, so I haven’t really thought of doing anything else.” You said, staring at your hands. It’s true, you enlisted as soon as you got the chance, and this has been your only occupation so far.

“Well, we’re still pretty young, physically. You have time. I, for one, I’d like a legitimate cup of coffee at my buddy’s coffee shop. The stuff here tastes like ass. Pikachu is too dumb to be a doctor, but he sure as hell can make a good cup of coffee.”

“Oh,” you hummed, “will this “Pikachu” give me some free coffee if I tell him the great Bakugou Katsuki sent me?”

“Heh, wouldn’t it be better just to go with the great Bakugou Katsuki himself?”

You raised your eyebrows, “ Are you asking me on a date?”

“No, I’m telling you to come with me so we don’t waste gas, dumbass.”

“Sure you are. I didn’t realize you were an environmentalist-“

“-fuck off-“

“-buuuuut, I accept your offer” you beamed.

Before your face could heat up again, you hastily picked up the dirty bandages, disposing of them and your gloves before washing your hands. “I’d love to stay here and chat, but unfortunately, I have to file a report on your status and your platoon’s to Aizawa. Do you need anything before I go?”

With a quick glance, he almost looked like he was disappointed, but the image was so fleeting, you thought you imagined it.

“Pen, paper, and an envelope. My parents are probably worried sick not hearing from me.” Bakugou grumbled.

“You sure? You just got up-“

“Oi, you asked, princess”

You rolled your eyes, leaving momentarily and returning with the requested items. “I’ll be back in a few hours or so to check up on you again.” You said, setting the supplies down on the bedside dresser. “Get some rest and tell anyone if you need anything!” You waved before walking down the hall and out of sight.

He sighed and picked up his pen. He didn’t write often, only seeing it as time wasted that he could be using to sleep or work out- besides- all that he could write about are the mushy things that his parents already know. He wasn’t really one to tell his parents he misses them all the time like a little baby (even if he does miss them a lot). No, he was a MAN in uniform, fighting for a noble cause that so happens to be stuck in a hospital bed currently with nothing better to do...which is the only reason why he’s writing a letter if anyone asks.

As he hovered his pen over the blank piece of paper, he remembered the last time he talked about girls to his parents. They wanted to know absolutely EVERYTHING and the thing was...he didn’t even like her, she was just a classmate that did something cool. Of course, his parents completely ignored that and pried into it as much as possible, even offering to meet her parents. He thought it best to not mention girls after that. Ever. But he sealed his fate when he asked you for these things, so there was no going back now. He might as well tell them he was bringing someone over for the first time.

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our fainted thrill carries on (4/13)

another part of my season 2 fix it! warnings: referenced child abuse

ao3

“What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?”

Alex and Kyle both gave their attention to the girl who strolled in with unmatched confidence, catching the sight of every woman in Planet 7 with ease. But how could you blame them? Jenna Cameron was a force to be reckoned with and it was impossible to hide. She sat between them.

“Looks like you don’t have to do anything,” Alex said as she sat beside them, handing her his drink with ease. She nodded his way in thanks. “What are you doing back here?”

Cameron let out a long sigh and looked at him like he already knew. Which, he guessed he did, because what bullshit didn’t lead right back to his fucking asshole of a father?

After a shitty night, Alex had woken up early to Michael still in his bed and sound asleep. He felt more hungover than tired which he knew was a result of him panicking the night before, but he’d pushed through and got ready for the day. He covered Michael up, left him a pot of coffee, and headed to the hospital. It took two long hours to get Jesse to wake up and, when he finally did, he was too incoherent to even question. It ended up being a total waste of time and it meant Alex had to get up the next morning on his only other day off and go through that shit again.

“I drove all the way up to where Chief told me my sister was and guess what? Not there,” she said. Alex rolled his eyes.

“Figures.”

“I’m sorry,” Kyle told her. She shrugged.

“I’m still looking for her though. Came down to talk to him, maybe get my job back. If he’s going to lie, might as well fuck him over with you two in the meantime,” she said, shooting them a wink as she tilted back Alex’s drink. He shook his head.

“And how’d you know we were gonna be here, exactly?” Alex asked. Cameron raised an eyebrow and gave a little smirk.

“Well, Cap, your little sidekick,” she paused, taking a moment to kick Kyle’s leg beneath the table hard enough for him to jump, “Doesn’t know how to shut off his location.”

“What?” Alex demanded, glaring his way, “Have you lost your damn mind? Give me your phone.”

“Ow, why am I getting tortured?” Kyle asked, but he forked over his phone. Alex unlocked it far too easy which just earned him another disapproving headshake. He got to work at making sure it wasn’t trackable.

“But catch me up. What’ve I missed in the two weeks of the Max and Liz show?” Cameron asked, taking a longer swig.

Alex zoned in and out as Kyle filled her in. Max’s death, their plans to try and revive him, the strange resurrection of Rosa, and the wall they’d hit with much discovery from Project Shepard. They had files upon files, but that’s where it stopped. Their funding and their crew were damn near untraceable, all of them having aliases and scattered across the state in redacted locations. It was making it impossible to stop anything and that meant they had to wait until Jesse was coherent.

“Well, fuck,” Cameron sighed as Alex slid Kyle’s phone back to him.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed, “You still want in?”

“I only want to help kick his ass more,” Cameron said, flagging one of the bartenders down. She ordered another round of drinks for them. He shook his head at how shamelessly she flirted with her. Alex envied her confidence sometimes even though he knew he had his own. Hers was just… palpable.

“That is something I can get behind,” Kyle said, tapping their beers together in solidarity before downing the rest of their bottles. Alex’s phone buzzed in his pocket before he could feel left out and their cheers to his father’s demise.

Michael: you good? You’re not home

Alex: went out for drinks with kyle

Michael: got it

Alex: take a shower before you get in my bed

Michael: washing your sheets before i do

Alex: thanks

Michael: i can’t find finger guns emoji

Alex: i hate you

Michael: never

“Oh, that’s Alex thinking he’s subtle,” Kyle said, breaking Alex’s attention away from his phone. Their new set of beers had already arrived. “He’s texting a boy.”

“Shut the fuck up, no, I’m not,” Alex laughed, putting his phone away, “Well, it is a guy, but not that kind of guy. He’s just a friend.”

“I too stare at my friend’s texts like they’re the secrets to the universe,” Cameron said casually, that smirk never leaving her face as she took a sip of her drink. Alex just shook his head. “No worries. Your love life is not my priority.”

“Okay, well it is mine,” Kyle said, leaning forward, “Please be careful. I know you’re a little too willing to sacrifice yourself for Guerin, but this is bigger than him.”

“Oh, Guerin still? Fuck him,” Cameron butted in, “Literally and figuratively.”

“No,” Kyle jumped back in, “Not literally.”

Alex shook his head and let out a little helpless laugh. It was funny that they thought either of those were options. While he wasn’t 100% sure of Michael’s feelings, he did know that neither of them had the time to work at a relationship. It was friendship and that was it.

“Relax,” Alex said, “He’s not going to distract me from what needs to be done. Besides, he wants this shit taken care of as much as we do. I promise.”

“Moving on from the topic of that side of the aliens, let’s move onto something worth talking about,” Cameron said and Alex wanted to thank her for it, “Do we have a list of shit to ask Chief Manes about?”

They strategized for a few more hours until they came up with a solid plan for the next morning and how they were going to approach everything. That and it gave them a bit of time to sober up before driving. Alex took the time on the drive home to focus on unwinding, trying to make sure his mind would be clear enough to actually get a good night’s sleep for once. He wasn’t sure it actually worked, but he tried.

The inside of his cabin was dark already by the time he pulled up beside Michael’s truck, only the porch light being left on to illuminate the fact he was coming home to someone. A giddy feeling pulsed in his stomach, demolishing any lasting regret from the night before, and he walked inside. It looked the same, but it felt different. He locked the door behind him.

Alex went to his bedroom like always, but the door was already opened and a quick peek inside showed a shirtless Michael under the covers in bed already and scrolling through his phone. It was something so average, but it had Alex feeling like his mind was going to explode. In the years and years they’d been orbiting each other, never had he come home to someone waiting for him in his bed. Go figure that the only thing that got him that was fear and paranoia.

“Hey,” Michael said, dropping his phone once he saw him. Something stirred in Alex and he had to just walk in further and pretend he was fine. Because Kyle was right. This was bigger than him.

“Hey,” Alex said nonetheless, sitting on his side of the bed to take his shoes off. Michael didn’t come closer though part of Alex wished he had.

“How’d it go with your dad this morning?” he asked. Alex took a deep breath in and let out a heavy sigh. “That bad?”

“He wasn’t really coherent when we woke him up. He was too disoriented to actually get anything out of him, so we have to go back tomorrow and do that shit again,” Alex told him, pushing off the bed carefully.

“That sucks,” Michael said simply. Alex huffed a laugh.

“Yeah, it does.”

Alex grabbed a pair of boxers and t-shirt to change into before heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He tried not to think too much about anything as he got ready for bed quickly. He brushed his teeth and changed, deciding to take a shower in the morning.

Michael was still staring his way when he came back out. Alex sat on the edge of the bed again and started to remove his prosthetic, ignoring the eyes on his back. They were friends who were dealing with some fucked up shit. That’s the only reason this wasn’t weird and it was the main reason it wouldn’t turn into anything else. Sleeping in the same bed helped everyone’s brains.

“How were you feeling today? Better?” Alex asked as he laid down. Michael shrugged, moving his hand beneath the pillow. It didn’t move fast enough and Alex saw that he still had the bandana tied around it. He decided not to comment.

“I’m okay,” Michael answered, “How are you?” Alex gave him a small smile.

“I’m okay,” Alex repeated, taking a deep breath. He stared at him for a few more seconds before his eyes scanned the darkroom, making sure no one was there that shouldn’t be. Michael didn’t judge him for that either.

“Goodnight, Alex.”

Alex smiled in response, trying to relax into bed to get some form of rest before the morning came and reared its ugly fucking head.

Michael woke up the next morning to an empty bed and literally nothing to do.

Okay, perhaps not nothing, but he didn’t have to be at the lab for a few more hours. He was struggling to be there or anywhere near Max by himself still, the guilt was too high and he would start spiraling. He was doing good. Good as he could be.

He rolled over Alex’s side of the bed, the sheets gone cold which left him feeling a little more empty than it should’ve. Michael got to his feet nonetheless. He dragged himself to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, drinking it despite the fact that it was lukewarm at best. Alex didn’t have a microwave for some reason so he settled for mediocre coffee.

There was something very relaxing about being so welcome in Alex’s home. The front door was locked, including the complicated ones, as if Alex had made a point to lock them all-knowing Michael was still inside. He was allowed to be there, wanted there, kept safe there. That was something he wasn’t quite sure how to process. It was easier not to process and simply exist, take up the space and enjoy it.

He started wandering, looking at all the old pictures and books that had been there since before Jim Valenti had died. There was a picture on the mantle of little Alex and Kyle holding up dead deer, both of them smiling despite leaning as far away from it as possible. When he walked down the hall, there was another picture of the two of them, couldn’t be any older than seven, decked out in camo and holding rifles that were too big for them and grinning. Alex looked adorable, all happy and unburdened and missing a couple of teeth. Michael couldn’t help but smile.

There was another picture though, that felt weird and out of place. It was across from the hall closet and it was wallet-sized, but a closer look at it made it clear that it was indeed a young Jesse Manes and Jim Valenti. Both were smiling, showing off the wedding bands on their fingers. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed they were a newlywed couple. Seeing Jesse Manes look so happy and free felt jarring, but here it was. They were grinning and proud and happy to be married to women they loved. Michael sipped his coffee as he tried to make sense of a world like that.

After he finished his coffee and got lost in an idealistic world where Alex’s father actually supported him, Michael decided that he should probably get dressed for the day. He bypassed the stack of his own clothing on the couch and instead went to Alex’s closet, far more eager to find something that was ill-fitting but distinctly Alex than his own clothing.

Alex’s closet (and entire cabin, honestly) was to a military-degree of organization. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it always made Michael laugh a little when he looked at it. Everything was hung in a precise order and all his shoes were on a pristine rack and his underwear was folded and color-coded. How cute was that?

At the top of the closet, there was a backpack, a duffle bag, and a box. Curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the box, secretly hoping for more pictures of young Alex. As he was pulling it down, his arm brushed the backpack and it was unexpectedly hard. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at it, noticing the weird shape whatever was inside caused the bag to be. He knew that he shouldn’t look in it, it was Alex’s things, but…

Before he could convince himself otherwise, he moved his attention to the bag and pulled it down. It wasn’t as heavy as he was anticipating, but it was still solid. He brought it over to the bed and debated on whether he should open it or not. It was Alex’s. However, if he hadn’t shown him, it probably wasn’t anything important. They’d agreed to share everything, right? And, if it was important, there was no way it’d just be at the top of his closet.

Surely, it was nothing. And yet, no matter how successful he was at convincing himself it was nothing, he couldn’t seem to convince himself not to look. Just… unzip and look.

So he did. Unzipped it and looked.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but when he saw that shiny glass in a large piece that he’d ever seen, he forgot how to breathe. The bag dropped to the floor as he pulled it out, flipping it over in his hands as he tried to make sense of it. Alex had this and didn’t tell him? How long had he had it? How long had it been up there? Maybe he didn’t know. But that was bullshit because this was his bag. Why didn’t he tell him?

Michael stared at it for a few more seconds, marveling at the piece before he scrambled over to get his phone. He pulled up Alex’s contact and started typing out a message, started to ask him what the fuck this was doing in his closet. But he stopped himself. If Alex hadn’t told him, there had to be a reason. He just had to trust that it was a good one. And he trusted Alex.

Without too much more questioning, Michael erased the message and put the piece back in the bag and the bag back where he’d found it. His hands were shaky and his heart was thudding, but Alex must’ve had a reason. He had to. Because Alex said honesty.

He stole a pair of Alex’s jeans and grabbed a bottle of whiskey on his way out.

“Good morning, Dad.”

Alex managed a smile as he stood at the foot at his father’s hospital bed. Despite the fact that it was his day off, he wore his uniform and stood tall. It made things a bit easier. The uniform came with respect that even his father had to uphold.

Jesse Manes said nothing, gazing up in the direction of his son. Kyle stood in the doorway and played guardian angel, waiting to swoop in and save the day. Somewhere else, Jenna Cameron was sweet-talking Michelle Valenti in hopes that she’d have a reason to both stay and access to even more files.

A cop, an Airman, and a doctor walk into a bar‒is there anything they can’t do?

“I think it’s time we have a little chat,” Alex said. Jesse’s eyes followed him as he went to stand by the side of his bed. Alex considered sitting at the foot of it, but decided it against it at the last minute. He could play that card a little later. “You see, I’ve been doing a lot of research.”

“You always have.”

“True,” Alex nodded, smiling, “But I do think I understand things a bit better now. That being said, it should be known that I’m no longer speaking to Michael Guerin. You were right about him.”

“I don’t want to hear about that.” Jesse eyed him, clutching the trigger of his morphine drip and yet never pushing it. Alex smiled and tilted his head back.

“I just thought you’d want to know. I may have gotten a little carried away, but his kind have shown their true colors.”

“Your manipulation isn’t going to work on me,” Jesse said, shifting just a little. His thumb grazed the trigger, but never quite pushed. Alex nodded.

“I know. Sadly, I wish it was manipulation. It took me far too many years to realize that my weakness was an embarrassment,” Alex sighed. That was honest enough that he didn’t even have to force a lie. Jesse clocked that which he seemed to find even more sketchy. Alex shook the statement off and rolled his shoulders back. “That being said, I’ve been trying to see what I can do to help the, well, the family business.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Yeah, I’m not having much luck which is why I came to you. I’m not trying to hide that, Dad,” Alex told him, “I’m on your side. As much as I can be, anyway.”

“And you really expect me to believe that?”

“You don’t have to, but it’s the truth. Honestly, I feel a little left out. I understand why I was left out, but the feeling still stands. You never even tried to recruit me and now that I want to help, I can’t,” Alex said. He stepped closer, sitting on the bed now. Jesse watched him in a whole new level of confusion. Alex felt successful. “I even tried to talk to Flint and he told me not to even bother. I re-enlisted after losing my leg, finally learned my place, and I’m still not good enough, Dad? Really?”

Alex stared at him and he stared back. It was a long stare and Alex truly didn’t mean for it to happen, but there was a moment where it started getting under his skin. No matter how hard he tried, he would always be less. He felt like a kid again, twelve and trying to figure out why his dad didn’t like him. He was no longer looking down at a weak man in a hospital bed, but looking up from the kitchen floor after being backhanded so hard he couldn’t stand, kneeling on rice with his nose to the wall after asking to have a male friend spend the night, crying into his pillows as quiet as he could so he wouldn’t hear, pleading to this man he looked up to why don’t you like me, and he had to look away.

“M.V.C.”

“Sir?” Alex said, risking it all to turn his attention back to his father. He looked hesitant to speak, but maybe he was dulled by the morphine or maybe he bought into Alex’s truth-infused lies.

“M.V.C.”

“What does that mean?” Alex asked. Jesse sighed, shaking his head.

“You expect me to be proud of you? You expect me to believe you’ve never been caught with your little hacking if you haven’t come across something so simple? Find your priorities, son,” he lectured. Alex blinked and nodded easily.

“Yes, sir.”

“I need to sleep.”

“Yes, sir.”

Alex got to his feet and made his way to the door, schooling his features as best he could as he walked past Kyle. He needed to go look through everything again, needed to find out what he was talking about, needed to not feel like he was fucking chosen to be wrong.

“Alex,” Kyle said as he followed him closely, “Are you gonna be okay?”

Alex kept walking, his mind focused on everything he’d ever read before. M.C.V.

“Yes, sir.”

“So, the theory is, if I insert this into the pod, it could start regenerating his cells at a faster pace and then he’ll actually be making progress and we’ll have something to work with.”

“Will that age him?”

“Uh… I have no idea, guess we’ll find out.”

Michael put the goggles over his eyes again and Isobel and Liz stepped back, giving him space. He’d made more progress in that one day than he’d made in weeks. Turns out getting fucked up and trying to forget what Alex might be hiding meant he could do a lot of shit he hadn’t done otherwise.

“Okay, well, I hope not. Not really looking forward to having an elderly boyfriend,” Liz said.

“Oh, c’mon, I bet it has some perks,” Isobel chimed in.

“Not without money,” Michael told her, flashing a grin their way, “I would know.”

They both made disgusted looking faces and he snorted a laugh. His smile faded as he flicked on the torch, melding the last little piece together so he could hook it to the car battery. Try as he might, focusing on happiness was difficult to do. How long had Alex had that piece?

“Thank you, Michael, for helping. Seriously, we couldn’t have done this without you,” Liz told him as he checked over his work. He shrugged.

“No big deal,” he said, “It’s about time I actually help out for once.”

“Damn right,” Isobel scoffed, “Do you know how hard it’s been with you sulking?”

Michael didn’t answer, focusing back on the battery. He hooked the wires to it that’d be going into the pod and then started the motor, giving it one last check to make sure it would actually work. And it did, things started moving and he smiled at his work. Would Alex be proud of him?

They cheered a bit, clearly proud of him, and he tried to soak that up. He promised he would go by Max’s pod and set everything up and one of them could go check on him in the morning before work to make sure it was still working right. It felt like a solid agreement and it was a step forward.

Isobel kissed him goodbye and headed to go practice more on her powers. That left Michael alone with Liz. Which usually wasn’t a problem, but she had that look in her eye that told him she was about to project all of her negative feelings straight onto him.

“So,” Liz said as they started loading it into his truck so he could bring it there, “You and Maria.”

“What about me and Maria?” he asked. She gave him a knowing look which was genuinely batshit because she didn’t know anything. There was no way she knew anything. If she got her information from Maria, then it was probably false because apparently everyone thought he was gay.

“Well, she told me you guys talked the other day and it didn’t go too well,” Liz said. Michael rolled his eyes. “I know you like her and I know she really likes you. I’m not sure what’s going on with you and Alex, but I think you should be honest with everyone about those feelings, okay? If you keep them inside, my friends are going to get hurt.”

Michael let out a deep breath, turning to face her. Alex preached honesty, right?

“What exactly do you think is going on?” he asked. She looked at him pitifully. “No, honestly, I’m confused. What do you and Maria think about me? Genuinely.”

Liz crossed her arms over her chest and gave him that distinct adult look that he honestly didn’t think she should be able to give considering the batshit science she’d been doing the last couple weeks. And, yes, it was groundbreaking, but it was also insane.

“Well, we think you’re leading both of them on because you’re confused. And I think it might have something to do about losing Max and what happened at that prison,” Liz said. He stared at her for a moment and started trying to think of who he could call to get weed on a short notice. “You need to talk to someone.”

“I am talking to someone. Alex.”

Liz pursed her lips. “So you’re just okay with him thinking he has a chance by being there all the time?”

“You know I don’t technically owe you an explanation about my love life, right?”

“I know, but I’m just saying. I think you’re hurting more than you’re helping,” Liz told him. He swallowed hard.

“Tell Maria that if she’s confused about something that she can talk to me in a way that isn’t just accusing me of being a piece of shit,” he told her, “Because if there’s one thing on this entire fucking planet that I’m not confused about, it’s my really pointless love life.”

“So you don’t want either of them?”

“Yes, Liz,” he said, opening the driver’s side door, “Right now, I don’t want either of them.”

“Tell them that, Michael,” Liz told him, “Because the last thing I need is a shitty fucking love triangle making you all useless.”

He slammed the door closed. He didn’t know how to tell her he thought he already had. Clearly, he wasn’t making any sense anymore.

“I’m going to go rig this up to Max,” Michael said, “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Alex wants us to have a get together soon,” she said, grabbing ahold of the door, “To talk about his dad. So I’ll see you there and I would like it if you made it clear that you aren’t interested in either of them before then.”

“You say that like Maria will even be there.”

“Alex will be.”

How exactly did he tell her that Alex would also be right beside him in bed in a few hours' time, too?

“Right. See you then.”

He drove a little recklessly towards the cave where Max was, waiting until he was on the road alone before he dug under the seat to find the bottle of whiskey he’d stashed there before he got to the lab. He kept an eye on the road as he downed the rest of it. He threw the empty bottle in the back, shaking his head as he tried to make it settle in his bloodstream faster. Of course, that didn’t work, but a man could dream.

Michael walked into the cave with his mindset to get in and out as fast as he could. Staring at Max made him feel like he was going to fucking lose it all over again. Did that make him a bad person? He couldn’t even look at his brother without wanting to get the fuck out of there?

“You know what, you’re a lucky bastard,” Michael scoffed, starting to put the battery rig up, “If I could check out for a few weeks or months, I’d do that shit in a heartbeat.”

He turned to Max with the silver end in hand, sighing slowly. This was okay. This was fine.

“You know Alex has a piece of the ship and he didn’t tell me about it. Why do you think he’d do that? Because I can’t think of a reason why.”

Slowly, he pushed the end into the pod and made sure it was secure before turning back to the battery. He double-checked that everything was on right before he turned it on. A quick look to Max showed that it wasn’t doing anything bad on sight, so it felt like a win.

“I thought, uh, I thought maybe he was hiding it from me on purpose. Maybe he knows more about it than I do and it’ll make me, like, power-hungry and he’s protecting me. But that’s bullshit, huh?”

He put his hand on the pod, feeling that normal low vibration hum a bit stronger. He nodded and refused to let himself feel too prideful.

“He’s not gonna protect me like that,” Michael said, “Right?”

It wasn’t long before Michael was sure it would hold and he decided to get back home. Alex was probably already there and then he could feel him out, see if he could decipher why on earth he’d be keeping that from him when he promised honesty. Was it selective honesty? Still, he told Max goodnight and got back to his truck.

He drained the rest of his acetone stash before he got to the cabin.

Michael let himself into the cabin, the strange mix of confusion and comfort filling him to the brim as he did so. He wanted Alex more than anything and the agreement to make that happen was unbridled honesty. So why was he hiding that piece?

He stumbled over his feet a little bit as he reached the bedroom, bracing himself in the doorway. Alex sat up in surprise, the bedroom light already on. It was a cold night, apparently, and Alex was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that was a little baggy on him and looked so comfy it hurt. Despite the secret-keeping, Michael smiled at him.

“You look cozy.”

“You look fucked,” Alex said, shaking his head in disappointment. Michael shrugged his shoulders and moved further into the room, trying his best not to stumble as he kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt at the same time. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Hmm, a fifth of whiskey, a couple of bottles of acetone, it’s all good,” he promised. Alex pressed his lips in a thin line.

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh, nothing,” Michael said, unbuckling his jeans. Alex really did look comfy, but that didn’t mean he could say anything. If Alex was keeping a secret, there was a reason for it. Liar, liar, world on fire. Or something. “Oh! Your dad. How’d that go?”

“Good,” Alex said hesitantly. He held out his hand out to Michael, ushering him closer. Michael couldn’t help but smile at that invitation, crawling onto the bed and straight on top of him. Alex wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling him down and keeping in the safe space against his bicep. So this was heaven. “Why’d you get so drunk?”

“People are annoying,” Michael grumbled, breathing in the scent of him as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of his armpit. Alex squirmed a bit, but didn’t push him away.

“That’s it?”

“Went to talk to Liz and Isobel about what I could do to help. Isobel’s already getting really good at telekinesis,” Michael told him, “Is it bad if I’m kind of annoyed about it? Like, I’m happy for her, but I just feel like… I don’t know, I feel like I need to show her up or something. It’s stupid.”

“No, not stupid. That was your thing for so long and now someone else is good at it too. It’s normal to feel like that,” Alex assured him, voice soft as he went along with the subject change, “Just don’t act like a dick about it.”

“I’m trying. She broke a vase today and my first reaction was ‘oh yeah, I bet I could throw your car across the desert,” he grumbled. Alex huffed a laugh.

“Please tell me you didn’t.”

“No, but now I want to.” Alex shook his head. Michael nudged his nose deeper into his armpit which caused Alex to jump and laugh a little bit. Michael smiled and tried to navigate his arms to wrap around him. “And… speaking of things I want…”

Things fell silent for a moment as Michael tried to articulate himself. It was a bit hard when his mind was still stuck on what aren’t you telling me. But, there was more than that.

“I want to learn more about my mom,” Michael said, keeping his face buried in his armpit. Not like he could get up if he wanted to. Alex’s bicep was a force to be reckoned with. “I know we talked about it and stuff, but I am feeling a little better now and so… If you wanna keep digging, I’d appreciate it a lot.”

“I never stopped digging. I have a file of the information I found on her and I’m still going through some of the other stuff, but I want to try to find out what happened to her in that year between the crash and her being captured,” Alex explained softly, “Maybe we should talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Maybe, um… Maybe I can look her up or something? At the library,” Micahel said instead of stopping. Alex nodded slowly, his fingers combing through his hair. It was the best thing he’d ever felt. Honestly, he could handle all the lies in the world if he got this. Drinking was good.

But then Alex went still.

“Holy shit, I just realized I never told you her name.”

Michael fought against his hold enough to lift his head, eyes wide. “They documented her name?”

“Yes,” Alex breathed, his hand smacking against his forehead, “I’m so fucking sorry, I just got so caught up in all the other bullshit that I totally forgot.”

“Well, what is it?” Michael asked, smiling slightly as that eagerness bubbled up to the surface. Drinking was definitely good.

“Nora Truman,” Alex said.

“Nora Truman,” he repeated. Alex grinned helplessly at the way the words fit in his mouth and it made his heart feel so full. “That’s so… normal.”

“I know. I don’t know if it was a human alias or… But that’s what she went by at least,” Alex told him, “But that’s your mom.”

Michael swallowed hard and stared at him, his eyes drifting to his lips in all of that excitement. They were right there. In perfect reach. Gravity pulled him down a little bit, hovering over him and wondering if he could. If he should. Before he could make a decision, though, Alex’s nose nudged his cheek to move him and efficiently knocked the thought out of his mind. He dropped his head back against his bicep and got comfortable.

“Nora Truman.”

“Yeah,” Alex said, “Nora Truman.”

It was easy to forget the lie when he had this and that one little truth.

“Excuse me?”

“Alex’s brothers are in town!”

“Where are you at? What are you doing? What the fuck, it’s three in the morning.”

Kyle ducked further behind the bush he’d found himself in. He was driving home from work when he’d spotted a car that just looked too familiar and he couldn’t help himself but follow. He was glad he did too.

Now, he was in the bush outside Alex’s childhood home and trying not to feel like a total creep as he looked through the window.

“We need to talk,” Kyle whispered to Cam, watching as Flint took his shirt off. He really was a creep. “Where are you staying?”

“Uh, I’ll text you the address,” she said hesitantly, “Please tell me you’re not doing anything illegal.”

“Text me the address and I’ll see you soon,” Kyle said, hanging up quickly and continuing to watch. He had a theory and he just needed it to be proved.

And sure enough, when Flint removed his pants, that same symbol was tattooed on his hip.

Kyle was outside Cam’s motel in 10 minutes flat.

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