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[justmeinadaze]

November Rain (Part 4)(Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: They and I have been through so much that I just wanted to give them a comfortable day at home.

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Warnings: Warnings: Older (Late 30s) Daddy Eddie/ Young (early 20s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, morning shenanigans, LOTS of dirty talk, reader gets a phone call and Eddie makes a show of it (so semi public...I guess...Idk lol), Daddy kink of course. FLUFF, they spend the day together just talking, being intimate, and getting to know each other. Ending is hella fluffy to. No Cliffhanger.

Light Angst, like I said reader gets a call from an asshole, Eddie talks to his lawyer briefly, Reader mentions her parents divorce (again brief)

Word Count: 4501

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Eddie rubs his eyes as he groans awake at the sun just barely peeking through the curtains in his apartment. 

A heavy sigh leaves him as his mind runs through all the things he should get done today. 

���I have to go for a run and then weigh in to make sure I’m on track for my fight next month. I need to call my lawyer and double check some information for my divorce hearing. I should check my email to see if my boss approved those extra OT hours I requested. I need to go grocery shopping for some protein and while I do that maybe I can call Paige to check in. Let me go smoke a cigarette and then I can text Y/N to see if she talked to her douchebag.”

Reaching for his pack beside his bed, he realized there was a bit of resistance when he tried to roll over. 

When his eyes landed on your sleeping frame, his heart melted. He was so used to waking up alone lately that for a few moments his brain forgot you had spent the night. 

All of his anxieties evaporated as he rolled onto his side to face you.

What did he do to get lucky enough to wake up to a Goddess like you in his bed?  

Your hair flowed away from your face so he was able to get a good look at your plump cheeks that he reached out to caress as his thumb ran along your still slightly swollen lips from your night of kissing him and leaving your usual marks along his body. 

Eddie had left a few on you, smiling to himself when his fingers traced the hickies along your neck and shoulder. 

As he lightly tugged on the comforter under your arms, you stirred slightly as you rolled onto your back, allowing the blanket to come free as he pulled it halfway down your body. 

Along your skin were more of his love bites but his favorite was the slight ring of purple around your areola where he had sucked and flicked his tongue around your nipple loving the way you squirmed at the feeling while your fingers tangled in his hair. 

Eddie loved the way you reacted to him in more ways than one. Ava was never really vocal in bed and the few times he tried she would shut down so he stopped all together. When he would masturbate in the shower in the morning, he would picture a woman like you. A beautiful woman who would beg to be ruined by him while clinging to his body as he made them cum.

Unlike his ex-wife, he never strayed and did everything he could to satisfy her sexually even while putting his own pleasure to the side. 

You weren’t like that. 

You always voiced your concerns or found ways to let him know you were enjoying his touch. You asked him after those first few times you were intimate if there was anything else he may enjoy. 

“Tell me everything. Tell me all of your fantasies.”, you murmured as you smiled up at him, curled up in his warm embrace.

“Fuck me. Are you real? Are you sure you aren’t just a figment of my imagination?”

Your grin grew as you cupped his cheek in your palm and your eyes looked up at him as if he had hung the moon in the sky.

“I want you to enjoy yourself. I like hearing you whimper, pant, and whine when you’re fucking me.”

Eddie breathily laughed as his fingers moved your hair back as he kissed your forehead. 

“You won’t believe me if I told you.”

“Oh, please, Daddy. Tell me.”, you respond playfully as he lightly blushes. 

“Honestly? I think my biggest fantasy was…is…you.”

As his beautiful eyes continued to visually drink you in, he couldn’t help himself as he tilted downward and his tongue flicked out to lightly lick your nipple. You face didn’t move or make any indication you felt anything but your body did as the bud became more erect causing him to salivate at the sight. 

Diving in again, he wrapped his mouth around the nub allowing the muscle within to play as his irises remained glued to your face. Your head turned towards him but your eyes remained closed while he tried to carefully scoot closer to your frame. His lips lightly trailed along your skin leaving little remains of his spit as his tongue would occasionally dart out to taste you. 

While delicately kissing your cheek, his palm disappeared under the comforter and he couldn’t help but groan at how warm you were between your legs as he cupped your sex. 

“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re always ready for Daddy, baby, aren’t you?”

Eddie’s husky whisper roused you slightly, as your body seemed to absently search for him and his smile grew when your side pressed against his chest. 

“Come back to me, sweetheart. I want to see those beautiful eyes.” Rough fingers slid between your folds and the metalhead moaned as he pressed his nose into your cheek. “Are you fucking kidding? How can you be this wet this early? Are you dreaming of me, honey?”

Feeling a sudden fullness, a deep moan left your lips as your eyes fluttered open meeting his now closed ones as two of his digits stretched your pussy open. 

“Daddy?”

“Fuck, baby, don’t…don’t talk like that. I’m going to bust right now if you use that sexy ass voice…God, can you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

You nod, feeling his cock grind against your thigh. 

Craning your neck slightly, you kiss his lips and he subtly whines against them. 

“Do you want me to help you cum, Daddy?”

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart?”, he pants, barely able to get the words out as he licks his lips. 

When you give him permission, he haphazardly climbs on top of you and pumps his dick with you slick that was coating his fingers before guiding himself inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist as you hold him to you, tenderly kissing the base of his neck as his head falls beside you. 

Your light touches are a stark contrast to his almost animalistic pace as he continuously pants in your ear. 

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Fuck me. I don’t—don’t deserve you, pretty girl.”

You giggle as your legs lock around him at the ankle, slowing him down as he pushes up onto his palms to look down at you. 

“Yes, you do, baby. You deserve all the good things.”

“Shit…I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie falls against you once more and chases both your highs. A whine escapes your lips as your mouth falls open while your pussy quivers around him and you cum. The feeling is almost too much for him as Eddie’s fingers close around the pillow beside your head and he pounds his release inside of you. 

“Oh, oh, oh, go slow, honey.”, you whimper as he carefully pulls out and falls onto his back beside you, trying to catch his breath. “Good morning.”

He breathily laughs at your joke as he rolls onto his side to face you.

“Good morning. I’m sorry, I just…you looked so beautiful I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh my god.”, you giggle even as you lightly blush. “What do you have to do today?”

“Um…I kinda want to…spend the day here with you if that’s alright.”

Smiling, you lean towards him and gently kiss his lips.

“I’d like that. I just have to text Paige and let her know I’m not dead.”

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Throughout the day, you two barely left each other’s side as if to make up for the lost time of the last two weeks. He made you breakfast and afterward you both relaxed on the couch watching a movie that was one of his favorites as a kid.

“From what you told me, your uncle doesn’t seem like the kind of man to let you watch Gremlins at such a young age.”

“Hey, the 80s and 90s were like the wild west, sweetheart.”, he chuckled. “Plus, as a kid, I didn’t actually realize how graphic this movie was. I mean look at the little Mogwai!”

You offered to make lunch but he insisted on doing it himself which you were absolutely fine with. You loved watching him move around his kitchen as he focused on the task in front of him. His eyebrows would meet in concentration and sometimes his tongue would stick out making you smile. 

“Where did you learn how to cook?”

“My mom was a wiz in the kitchen and Wayne was a master at the grill.”

“What about your dad?”

“He, uh, wasn’t really a master at anything except being a fuck up. He could cook up some pretty get rich quick type of deals but other than that…”

As his voice trails off, you grab his arm, pulling him to where you were sitting on the counter, placing him between your legs and wrapping your own limbs around his neck so you could kiss him. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to but I’m always here whenever you want to talk about it. You can tell me anything, Eddie.”

Softly smiling, he tilts down to kiss you again before asking you about your family.  

You tell him everything you can think of including your own parent’s divorce that you breeze past hoping he won’t ask any questions which he doesn’t and after finishing the delicious meal he prepared you sit on his couch as you two continue to talk about everything that comes to mind. 

You weren’t sure why but talking with Eddie came easy and it wasn’t just because of the topic of conversations. While you told a story, he always kept his chocolate eyes zeroed in on your face as if he was literally taking in every word and digesting it into his soul. Occasionally, his palm would reach for yours or another part of your skin and his thumb would softly caress your flesh as if subconsciously reminding you that he was there and you were being heard. 

In the middle of one of your stories, his phone rang but he didn’t make a move to answer it nor react like he even heard it go off.

“You can answer that.”

“They can leave a message.”, he replies casually.  Smirking, you reach for his phone and when you read off the name, Eddie heavily sighs. “It’s my lawyer.”

“Answer it. This could be important.”

“Not as important as you.”

Again, your eyes locked on his as you searched them for any deception or indication that he was just saying these things to make you feel good before breaking your heart. He saw it immediately, the trepidation. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to change on you nor am I hiding how genuinely beautiful I think you are. You mean a lot to me.”, he murmurs soothingly as he reaches out to cup your cheek. 

After giving him a quick kiss, you press the green answer button as he playfully growls and pushes the speaker button with his finger. 

“Hey Carl.”

“Hey, Ed. I thought you were going to come by today?”

“Yeah, um, something came up.”

“Your dick.”, you mouth silently causing his eyes to narrow as he reaches out to lightly poke your side while you bite your lip trying to stifle your laugh. 

“Ok, not a problem, but please come around at least before Friday so we can talk about things. Are you sure you still want to give her the house? I mean after what she did you don’t want anything—”

“Ah, nope, Carl. I’m good with everything. I just want to get this over with as quickly and seamlessly as possible. I’ll come by tomorrow so we can talk. Ok, bye.”

“Well, that didn’t sound suspicious at all.”, you laugh as he takes his phone and hangs it up before tossing it on the table. 

“Sorry. Force of habit. Usually, when people find out I’m not asking for anything I either get the ‘Be a man’ speech or the ‘after what she did’ lecture. I just want to move on, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. My parents dealt with their divorce for a couple of years going back and forth on petty shit. Imagine being a little kid watching your parents go to court to argue about who gets the silver lamp in the living room.”, you giggle as your eyes fall to the void. “It took a while before they got to fighting over me.”

Calloused fingers lift your chin and you’re met with soft lips to yours. 

That evening without telling him, you ordered both of you a pizza and he sighed at your stubbornness as he shook his head. 

“I take care of YOU, little miss.”

“Yeah, ya do.”, you grin as you open the box and crack open one of his beers. “But I can take care of you sometimes to.”

Smiling the entire time, you two finished your meal and you were so giddy off the alcohol and the evening, you crawled into his lap to curl up in his embrace. 

“You alright?”

“More than.”, you giggle as you nuzzle into his neck. “What were you like when you were my age?”

Eddie laughs and as his whole chest vibrates you feel yourself dropping down further into that headspace. 

“Welp, back in ma day…”, he starts with a southern accent, unable to keep it up when he feels your body radiate with a happy energy that has him grinning wide. “No, um, I guess you could say I was a nerd. I played D&D with my friends and was into all that fantasy shit even then.”

As your forehead presses against his neck, your palm absently rubs his pecs to his shoulder before repeating the process. 

“I loved heavy metal and playing with my guitar. Some nights I could stay up till dawn just smoking cigarettes, playing, and talking with my friends. Then suddenly I was a husband and a father.”

Eddie feels you scrunch closer to him and his hand comes up behind you to tenderly stroke your hair. 

“Being a husband was never like this.”, he murmured. “I never felt…I don’t know…everything happened so fast. There’s not one moment I can think of where we had a day like I had today with you.” Your palm cupped his cheek as you leaned back so your eyes could meet his. “Thank you.”

Nodding, the tip of your nose touches his as he tilts down, pressing his lips to your own. 

“You’re welcome, Daddy.”

A gentle smile paints his lips as he tilts you onto your back to allow your head to lay on the arm rest as he opens your legs and lays his upper body between them to kiss your soft tummy beneath his shirt you were wearing. 

Eddie’s large hand braces against your hip as he closes his eyes and rests his head, exhaling when your fingers come down to play with his hair. You’re not sure how long you both lay like that but you know its long enough to fully fall into the warmth of your subby girl headspace and when his head tilts to look up at you, you know he sees it to. 

“If we were the same age and went to school together, do you think you still would have wanted me?”

His grin grows as you nod your head before your mouth opens and you tease, “No.”

Biting your lip, you giggle as he quirks his eyebrow and very lightly, spanks the side of your behind.  

“I’m just kidding, Daddy. I definitely would have wanted you to be mine. We would have had to sneak around though.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“My father wasn’t a fan of me dating, let alone dating bad boys like you.”

Eddie’s laugh hisses through his teeth as he leans his cheek against your knee and places his palm on your mound, allowing his thumb to hover near your parted legs. 

“What makes you think I was a bad boy, huh?”

“Guitar, smoker, motorcycle, getting into fights… Naw, you were definitely an altar boy.”

Your breath hitches as his thumb presses down on the fabric of your panties just barely allowing friction on your clit. 

“Psh, I didn’t learn how to ride a motorcycle till I was 30.”, he jests. “Everything else was on point though. I definitely would have had you on the couch in my uncle’s trailer on the second date.”

“Second date?”

“I’m a gentleman, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles wide when you cackle, loving the way your body moves when you do. “Jesus, these panties are soaked. Is that all because of me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His chocolate irises lock on your face as his tongue flattens against the garment blocking your cunt. 

“Fuck, you always taste so good.”

Pushing up onto your elbows, you watch as he slowly licks up and down repeatedly driving you crazy at the delicate pace. 

“Daaaaaddy…”

“Am I being too mean, baby?”, he chuckles at your whine. “I’m sorry. I just…I love taking my time with you.” Your body slightly trembles as he tenderly kisses the meat of your thigh, trailing his lips to your core before making you pout when he stops. “Let’s get these off.”, Eddie whispers as he reaches for the band of your underwear and slides them down your legs. 

Your phone on the table vibrates but you ignore it as you feel his tongue finally where you want it. 

“Please.”

“So beautiful, Y/N.”

Placing your palm over the one he has resting on your side, you moan as he runs the organ in his mouth from top to bottom between your folds, stopping to flick and suck your clit before repeating the process. 

“Fuck, just like that.”

Your heavy pants encouraged him while he continued to devour you, his lips always having you see stars. 

Again, your phone went off and you grunt in frustration when Eddie pauses. 

“You should check that.”

“I can call them back. Don’t stop—”

“Could be important—”

Angerly you grab your device, checking who was stopping you from getting what you needed. 

“It’s no one.”

“Yet they’ve called twice—”

“Eddie, please!”

The man moved in the blink of an eye; his muscular arm reaching over you to grip your cheeks till your lips puckered out. He didn’t say anything and he didn’t need to. His annoyed eyes burning into your own as you swallowed, trying to calm down. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Eddie nodded, accepting your apology as he brought your lips to his. The phone rang again and this time you showed him your screen. 

Brad

He growled lightly before a devious smirk painted his features and he answered the call. Your eyes widened in shock as you hit his shoulder but he effortlessly caught your wrist and pulled you forward so his lips could kiss you again. 

“Hello? Y/N, are you there?”

“What do you want, Bradly?”, you hiss sassily causing the metalhead to snicker. 

“I want to talk. It’s been a couple days and I haven’t heard from you. I got punched in the fucking face and my girlfriend doesn’t seem to give a damn.”

“I’m NOT your girlfriend.”

With amazing strength, Eddie pushed you back against the couch and lifted your legs over his shoulders as he pressed his face back between your folds. 

“Then what the fuck have these last couple of weeks been?!” Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to muffle the moans that wanted to escape as the boxer made out with your pussy, his mouth barely lifting from you while his tongue expertly roamed. “Huh?! Fucking answer me!”

“It…it was…was a mistake. Now leave m-me alone.”

“You think you can just play around with my emotions like that?!”

“Fuck…Fuck you…you can’t just…come b-back into my life and think—”

“Y/N are you…are you with someone?”, he growled eliciting a smile when you felt Eddie do the same. 

Climbing up the length of your body, two of his fingers slide effortlessly inside of you and as he thrusts them into your cunt his head falls beside yours. 

“Tell him, baby. Tell him Daddy’s taking care of you.”, he whispered, your eyes rolling shut. 

“I’m with…with Daddy…fuck M’gonna cum.”

“Naw…you…your fucking lying. Trying to make me jealous. Who would want someone like you?”, he sneered. 

“There she is. That’s it, pretty girl. Cum hard for me.”, Eddie said more prominently as your body shook and the coil snapped. “Good…good girl…MY beautiful angel.”

You smiled up at him as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. 

“Alright, honey, time to let little boy go so Daddy can make you cum on his cock.”

“Fuck you! And fuck you, Y/N! How dare you—”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he hung up your phone and tossed it across the room on the opposite chair. 

“Do you think he’ll recognize your voice?”

“I think he was to hung up on his ego to notice, fucking asshole.”

“Aw…I like who you get all grouchy like an old man.”, you coo obnoxiously as he chuckles. 

“Hey now. You’re my girl and no one insults my girl.”

At his words, your smile faulters slightly as your fingers reach up to caress his cheek down to the stubble on his chin. 

“I’m your girl?”

“Yeah…yeah, sweetheart, if you want to be. I know we have some…I don’t know…kinks to work out—”

“I guess you could call it that.”, you joke and his grin grows.

“But I just want you to know that I’m not…I mean…I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

“I haven’t either. Brad and I didn’t…we didn’t do anything, I swear. I like being with you. I feel safe with you.”

The tip of his nose grazes your own. 

“You are safe with me, baby. No matter what happens I’ll be here and I’ll protect you.”

Your lips gently kiss his, steadily growing more passionate as his lower half grinds against you seeking friction and Eddie lets out a soft hum as your palms run down his bare, muscular back. With closed eyes, his forehead leans against your own as you pull down his sweats enough to free his hard cock within. 

Your eyes watch his gorgeous face as his eyebrows furrow together and he licks his lips at the feeling of your hand around him. 

“Let me feel you, pretty girl.”, he whispers and you oblige as you guide his length to your entrance.

He effortlessly takes over as he gradually thrusts his cock inch by inch into your cunt and every time his hips touch your own an utterly sexy strained grunt escapes his mouth as his jaw goes slack.

“Fuck, your pussy takes me so well. Mmph—taking Daddy so deep, baby.”

Your legs lock at the ankle around his waist and his head falls into the nook of your neck as his hand comes up along the other side to dig into the fabric of the couch as if he’s using it for leverage to try and push himself deeper. 

“Atta girl…how-how does it feel?”

You struggled to find words as his mushroom tip delicious glided along that spot inside of you gradually that had your eyes rolling. Pushing up on to his palms, his long hair tickled your face forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Tell me, honey. I need to hear it.”

Eddie knew what he was doing. 

He knew you having trouble recollecting the English language as he purposely arched his back and rolled his hips.

“Tell Daddy, baby.”

At his whispered words, he smirked as your pussy tightened around him and your whimpered breath hit his face.

“Feels good…Fuck… please…”

Falling flat against you, his palm slid down to rub your thigh around him.

“Please what?”

“Faster, Daddy, please. I wanna cum.”

The feathery kiss he placed just below your ear was light but the way he thrust himself was anything but as he did what you pleaded. Your fingers threaded through his hair as your arms wrapped around his back and Eddie mewled at the feeling of your lips trailing along shoulder to his neck. 

“Cum…Cum with me.”

He didn’t verbally respond but you felt him nod as he picked up his pace and his grunts of pleasure filled your ears. Clinging him tighter to you, your orgasm crashed into you like a wave and a giddy smile remained on your lips as he roughly pumped his release into your heat. 

While his head rested on your chest, you kissed his forehead before he pushed up onto his elbows to give you a soft kiss. 

“Nooooo…”, you whine as he starts to get up and push away from you.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart, I promise. I have to clean you. Do you want another shirt? Something not slightly covered in my sweat.”, Eddie teases as he pulls up his pants and starts heading for the bathroom. 

“No, thank you. It… smells like…you.”

He chuckled as he shook his head and disappeared to get a washrag. 

“Well, at least let’s move to the bed so you’ll be—”

When he entered his living room again, your eyes were closed giving him pause as he took in the sight before him. Kneeling down on the floor, he carefully opened your legs and tried to clean you without moving you too much, murmuring soft apologies when he notices your face scrunch at the feeling. 

“I think you were a good husband.” Eddie’s brown irises fleet to your face as you continue, your eyes still closed even through your head was turned towards him. “You said…being a husband never felt…like this. I don’t think…that was your fault. I think you were a good husband…”

Smiling, his hand cups your cheek as his thumb runs along your soft features. 

As he watches his arm across you rise and fall steadily, he realizes you’d fallen asleep again and as carefully as he can, lifts you in his arms to bring you back to his bed. After crawling in himself on his side facing you, you promptly scoot closer to him and press your face into his chest. 

His arm circles around you as he places his chin on top of your head while staring out the window behind you into the city skyline.

“Thank you, baby, for what you said. I’d…I’d like a chance to try again one day…to be a husband…maybe someday soon.” When you don’t react, he knows you’re down for the count. “Baby?”, he questions, just to make sure but when you don’t stir, he cranes his neck to kiss your forehead before whispering delicately against your skin, “I love you, Y/N.” 

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Always the Bridesmaid

I'm interrupting my regularly scheduled programming (again)(please read this series) with a fic that I came up with when I was writing a happy ending for @laurenairay, which, considering that is weird for me, I had to balance out the universe with this fic instead.

This is reader insert and for the most part the reader is gender neutral, but does present societally more feminine (mention of doing their hair and makeup, wearing a dress).

Have fun!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, I was mean to Quinn

WC: 5528

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You were always told falling in love with someone would take every part of your heart and have you give it to someone else. Falling in love was supposed to be a whirlwind of joy, sadness, anxiety, excitement, fear, happiness, pain, and bliss. Your parents made you believe that loving someone meant your life would change, hopefully for the better, and you would be able to share your life with someone who wasn’t supposed to leave. 

He told you he was taking you out for dinner, to be ready when he got home. You knew you were going to one of the fancier restaurants in town, taking special care to do your hair so not a strand was out of place, do your makeup just the way you liked it, and wearing your favorite outfit that you took the time to steam the wrinkles out of so that you didn’t look like you had spent the entire day rotting on the couch, even though you did.

You knew what he was going to ask.

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“What are you doing right now?” Quinn’s head pokes through your bedroom window, your boyfriend climbing into your room, trying not to laugh as he struggles to bend the right way to make it through without getting hurt.

You turn the page in your book, not bothering to look up. “I’m in the middle of taking over Poland,” you deadpan as he makes his way over to your bed, plopping himself down at your feet. “One day, you’re going to break your leg or something doing that.”

Quinn’s bedroom in your respective family’s lake house’s was opposite yours, allowing the two of you to see what the other was doing whenever the curtains were open. Since you were younger, that was your signal to each other that they could come over. You thought it would involve using the front doors, but Quinn took it as an excuse to truly act like a twelve year old, despite being older than that, and makeshift a ladder from the tree that was right there. 

He grinned at you, leaning against the wall and starting to fiddle with the fringe of the blanket sitting at the foot of your bed. “I want to go do something.”

“We haven’t even been here for seventy two hours and I’m pretty sure you’ve been active for seventy of them.”

“Please,” he whines, leaning over so that his body is parallel with yours. You try to ignore him as you attempt to focus on your book, feeling his eyes practically pierce your shin. “I want to go for a walk.”

“If you can scale the side of this house, I’m sure you can do that just fine.”

“I want company.”

“You have two brothers.”

“They’re asleep.”

“We both know if either of them wanted something from you, they would not hesitate to wake you up.” 

“But I want you to come with me.” You put your bookmark in to save your space, giving him an unimpressed look. “Please? How often do we get to do things where it’s just us?” He takes your hand in his, the calluses on his hands from using his stick in his driveway back home without his gloves surprisingly soothing to you. You roll your eyes, Quinn nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder as you can’t help but smile.

You pull him off the bed, your book all but forgotten, Quinn trailing you like a love-sick puppy.

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You got ready way earlier than you needed to be, anxiously pacing around your apartment you shared with him. You could see him in every corner; it was his apartment first that you had eventually moved into. The furniture was all his, the decorations that were there were chosen by someone he paid rather than the two of you picking it out yourselves like you wanted, even the books in the bookcases weren’t ones you picked; half of them were just for show, those coffee table books on topics you didn’t care about, but looked impressive to those who didn’t know either of you. 

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“This is how you decorate?”

You roll your eyes at him as he flops on your bed. As usual, Quinn was being no help to anything, but it was your first time being with each other since you left for college. “I’m going to be here for a year, why do more?”

“You don’t even have a picture of us in here.” He sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. He kisses the top of your head, you letting your eyes flutter closed as you exhale against him, curled into his chest.

“My roommate keeps bringing guys back,” you tell him. “Four of them would see a picture of you and ask me to send you their highlights.” Quinn burst out laughing, throwing his head back and sending a shiver through your body. You missed hearing him in person, being with him and being able to touch him. 

You missed him. 

You pull away from him slightly to kiss him, his hands tightening, bunching up your shirt in his fists. Thank god your roommate was away this weekend.

“Leave room for Jesus,” one of your friends barges in, Quinn practically launching you off him. You could feel the heat rush to your face, convinced it was visible from space by the smirk on the intruder's face. “Party tonight at Kappa house.”

You exchange a look with Quinn, trying to get a read on his face before looking back at your friend. “Ok?”

“Are you two coming?”

Quinn shrugs, leaning back on your bed, the hem of his shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of skin that made  your heart race. That stupid smirk on his face told you his answer. “Sure.” 

Your friend squeals, launching into talking about you borrowing clothing, getting ready, making sure all three of you look as fantastic as possible for what was all, apparently, your first college frat party. 

Two hours later, you were in a different room down the hall, pre-gaming, cringing as your friend thrust a shot of rosé wine into your hand, immediately following it up with raspberry vodka. You nearly gagged after downing the combination that never should have existed, looking at the disgusted look on Quinn’s face that mirrored your own. “I wish I never drank that,” he sputters out, sticking his tongue out as if the air around him would get rid of whatever that lingering taste was. 

“I’m never drinking vodka again.”

Quinn shrugs. “You never liked it much anyway.” You look at him for a second, not sure if you were unable to see the connection he was trying to make because you genuinely didn’t know, or if the horrible alcohol was somehow already fogging your brain. “Remember a few summers ago when some of our hockey friends came up to visit? They brought vodka and you hated it.”

“Was that the night I fell asleep in your bed and your parents freaked out when they found us?”

“It was the night you fell asleep in the bathtub with Jack, actually.”

You cringe, biting your bottom lip, wishing that he hadn’t brought that night up. Nothing happened between you and his brother, but it was easy to see why Quinn was annoyed at the sight of the two of you. Actually, you remember telling him nothing happened, because nothing did. So why did he get mad at it? “Why would you bring that up?” 

Quinn shrugs, turning his attention to the group of guys cheering on another as he shotgun a can of beer. “Just made me think of it.” 

____________________

He texted you that he was downstairs, ready to pick you up, just as you agreed he would do that morning. He was late coming back from practice, letting you know that he took the time to get ready at the practice facility so he wouldn’t have to come up and do it. 

You felt yourself exhale, the anxiety in your chest dissipating ever so slightly. Him being downstairs gave you more time before you had to see him.

You didn’t want to see him.

____________________

“I want to see you, though.” 

You roll your eyes, thankful that Quinn called you instead of Facetimed you, knowing he would get upset over your reaction. You were having this conversation for the fifth time now, Quinn begging you to come see him when you told him it wasn’t possible. “I have four exams this week and I have a job interview. I need to be here.” 

“Where’s the job?”

You hesitate for a second, trying to figure out if you should lie or not. “New Jersey.” Quinn doesn’t say anything. “Q?”

“I thought you were applying for jobs here?”

“I am,” you say quickly, “But I need a job after graduation, regardless of where it is. I can’t move to Vancouver if I don’t have a job, too.” 

“I can take care of both of us.” 

You let out a loud sigh, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. “I don’t want you to have to ‘take care of me,’ Quinn, I can do it myself.” 

“That doesn’t mean you have to.”

“And what happens if we break up?” you snap. “What happens when you and I aren’t together anymore and I have nothing because you controlled everything? I’ll have no job, no experience, nothing to fall back on and I’m screwed.”

Quinn doesn’t say anything for too long, your heartbeat getting faster with every second he was silent. You didn’t know you were afraid of that. “You think we’re going to break up?” he finally asks, his voice barely audible. 

“Quinn,” you start.

“No, no, it’s fine. You’re right. You don’t want to bank on us being together forever.”

“Quinn,” you try again.

“Hey, I have to head to the arena, and you have to study. I’ll talk to you later.” 

The line goes silent before you can say anything else. You check the time, taking into account the time difference. You knew Quinn’s game-day schedule. He still had two more hours before he had to leave. 

____________________

You get downstairs, seeing your boyfriend leaning against his car. He was in a suit, one you hadn’t seen before. He bought a new one for tonight. It fit him well; you could see the curve of every part of his body, every crevice that you knew by heart, everything that was stashed in his pockets outlined. You could see the box in his pant pocket. 

He was looking down at his phone, a lock of his hair falling into his eye without even hearing you coming towards him. That sight of him used to make your heart skip a beat. 

He finally looks up, the grin on his face growing with every step you took towards him. He shoves his phone in his pocket, pulling you in for a kiss. His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed to yours, you praying he doesn’t notice the slight sweat you felt forming over your entire body. 

He opens the car door for you, running around to get into the driver seat and take you into the city.

“You are gorgeous,” he breathes out, his hand resting on your thigh as he drives.

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You stare at your phone, praying that someone would email you or call you. If you watched your phone enough, you could will them into getting back to you, right?

“You’re next,” your cousin’s hand finds your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin. “God, ok.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, putting your phone down and getting in the makeup chair. The person your cousin hired to do the bridal party makeup was talking to you about what you wanted, you barely paying attention while your mind wandered, trying not to be rude and check your notifications every time your phone screen lit up. 

“What’s with you?”

You look to your left, the makeup artist turning your head back toward them. “I’m supposed to be hearing back from that job,” you tell her.

“So why do you look like you want to throw up?”

You hesitate, a text from Quinn showing up on your screen to let you know that he was almost ready to head to the wedding venue. 

“Because it’s my dream job, but,” your voice trails off. She eyes you, the look on her face burning a hole in the side of your face. “It’s not in Vancouver.”

She nods. “So it’s not near Quinn.” 

“It’s in New Jersey.” 

“Are you going to take it if you get it?”

You exhale. The job was everything you wanted; in the field you studied in college, in a great place where you didn’t have to spend what felt like millions on rent, the people seemed great, the benefits were perfect.

It was just in the wrong country. 

“You know what? You’ve just graduated, we’re getting ready for my wedding, and your boyfriend is out there probably thinking about the day that this is the two of you, instead. Relax.” 

Before you could give an answer, it was time for you to get your hair done, your cousin being whisked away by the photographer to start getting some pictures taken. You didn’t even have an answer. 

Your phone buzzes, another text from Quinn, a new email in your inbox. 

You don’t check it, your thoughts lost in the whirlwind that became getting ready to join your cousin to walk down the aisle to who was supposed to be the love of her life. 

The bridal party ahead of you starts to enter, your cousin behind you pacing while the music continues to play. She calmed you down before when she was the one who was supposed to be anxious. What could you do now? 

You walk forward, the aisle seeming much longer than it did during the rehearsal dinner considering you were now in much higher heels, with makeup that you hoped wasn’t running down your face from the heat you felt. 

You catch Quinn sitting by himself, the smile on his face making your heart skip a beat. 

You felt yourself calm down, all the worries you had melting away as you headed toward the altar. 

You wanted to be walking toward him, to see him waiting for you, ready to tell everyone you cared about that you wanted to be together forever.

The entire wedding went by in a blur, your conscience focused entirely on you picturing yourself with Quinn standing at the altar.

When you finally get the chance to check your phone on the way to the reception, the email notification sits on your screen, unanswered. You open the app, your heart racing. 

‘Good morning, we are pleased to offer you the position…” 

____________________

The two of you fall into mundane conversation once you’re seated. He had asked for a table away from everyone, off to the side where the two of you had privacy, just as the two of you had liked it. You felt awkward being in the middle of any restaurant; he hated having people stare at him because they were sure they knew who he was and spent the entire time gaping at him once they realized who he was.

He asks about your day, about your job. 

You relay to him the events of the day, just as you did every single day the two of you had time to sit down and eat together. It was the same conversation every time, yet he seemed to love to hear about it. 

“I remember when I was excited about this job.”

“Do you still want to quit?” 

____________________

“How do we manage this?” Quinn’s voice comes through your phone, an exasperated plea. 

You hesitate, trying to figure out what to say. “I have no clue,” you admit. “Do we try long distance?”

Quinn sighs, the sound of his car starting up in the background. “We’ve been doing that for the last four years. Do we really want to keep doing it like this?”

Silence comes from you again, this conversation going exactly how you thought it would; neither of you sure what you wanted to do. 

Your dream job made you an offer that you couldn’t refuse. Your boyfriend was on the other side of the continent in another country. You couldn’t do both.

“It’s that or we aren’t together anymore.”

“Are you sure you want to take this job?” Quinn’s voice cuts you off before you can say more.

“Quinn.” 

“Is this job this important to you? Did you try to look for something near here?”

“You know that it is and you know that I did,” you reply, your tone getting defensive. “I’m supposed to be meeting my friends tonight and I still need to get ready,” you lie to him, giving yourself the best out you could. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

You pace around your apartment, pulling up the email chain with the offer letter attached. It was everything you could want. It just wasn’t close enough to the person you wanted. 

You end up falling asleep on your couch, waking up in pain from the angle you somehow thought was comfortable the night before, with someone pounding on the door to be let in. Your phone starts buzzing, your brain barely functioning to register anything other than the time, almost noon.

“I’m coming, calm down,” you rasp, hoping the banging would subside. “Quinn?”

“I can’t have this conversation with you over the phone,” he barges in, pushing past you. 

“How did you get here?” 

“I took the first flight out.” He sits down on the couch you were just asleep on, making no comment of your obviously disheveled state. “We can’t break up. I love you and I don’t want us to break up.” 

You sit down next to him. “I love you, too.”

“Do you want to break up?” he asks, panic in his voice. You study him for a second, knowing that the silence you were giving him wasn’t settling him in any way. He was clearly exhausted; his skin was more pale than normal, his hair poking in every direction possible. The bags under his eyes were darker than you had ever seen him, and you’ve seen him after he pulled an all nighter for a final, running only on energy drinks, french fries, and pure hope that he would pass the exam that morning. 

“I don’t want to,” you start, your voice trailing off. “But, Quinn, this job.”

“Marry me.”

You jolt back. “What?”

“Marry me. Don’t worry about the job. You don’t have to worry about anything. I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me.”

“Quinn,” you scoff, a laugh bubbling into your voice. “We can’t get married.”

____________________

“You could easily find a job somewhere else, though, right? If you wanted to?” he asks.

You nod. “But it was already overwhelming trying to figure everything out when I first started. Do I really want to do that again?”

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“How are you settling in?” Quinn’s question made your heart ache, the first time you’re talking to him since you moved only able to be a few minutes over Facetime. “Has Jack helped you?”

You let out a laugh. “You know he’s only helped eat my food.” Quinn’s laugh matches yours, a tightness in your chest at the sound. “I miss you.”

Quinn lets out a sigh, closing his eyes. “I miss you, too.” Both of you stare at each other in silence for a moment, you looking away to pretend to continue unpacking. You were still trying to find everything in the boxes you hastily packed up, the start date your job provided you only giving you a week to pack and find a new place. Everything was in unlabelled boxes and just thrown together, meaning you were finding multiple pairs of underwear mixed into a box of dishes and books. “I wish we didn’t have to break up.”

You feel a sob creeping up your throat, the same sentiment you had being verbalized by the one person you wished didn’t feel the same. If this were a clean break, everything would be so much easier. If it were a clean break it would be easier to get over and move on. If it were a clean break, then you wouldn’t have what you were sure was a permanent pit in your stomach telling you that this was the wrong choice.

Before you can answer, someone knocks on your door. “Um, I’m gonna go. I think that’s Jack or Luke. They said they were going to come and help today.”

“Tell them to behave.”

You force a smirk through the tears that were brimming in your eyes. “We know they won’t.” You say your goodbyes, the tears finally falling down your cheeks when you open your door. “Oh, Nico,” you sniffle, Jack and Luke’s teammate standing in your doorway without the two boys who were supposed to be there. 

Nico’s brow furrows. “What’s wrong?” he takes a small step towards you, gently resting his hands on your arms. His attempt at comfort sends a shiver through your body, the attempt to hide your physical recoiling at his touch unsuccessful. It wasn’t one of disgust, it was more out of shock. “Sorry.”

“No, no,” you tell him, tugging his sleeve to pull him into your apartment. “I’m just,” you hesitate. Telling an attractive guy that you were crying over your ex seemed like a bad idea. Especially when that ex is the brother of two of this guy's closest friends. “I’m overwhelmed from unpacking.” 

Nico nods, looking around at the mess of boxes that are cluttered in what is supposed to be your living room. “When was the last time you ate?”

You stop and think, checking your phone to see it was closer to dinner than any other normal meal time. “Yesterday?”

  “Come on.” Nico holds out his hand to you, ignoring the uncertain look on your face. “Jack and Luke asked me to come because they’re doing god knows what, and we both know dealing with them when you’re hungry is going to end up with one of them dangling from that window by their sock.”

You can’t help but laugh knowing that you and Quinn have done something like that to Luke when you were younger over the summer. There’s a reason there’s now a small balcony outside Quinn’s window. The thought of you and Quinn makes your heart hurt again, the threat of tears coming back.

“Hey,” Nico’s voice goes soft, pulling you into a hug. You melt into him, the comfort of his cologne making you exhale. “Whatever it is, you’ll be ok.” 

____________________

“Remember that one wedding we went to, one of your college friends?” he reaches across the table to take your hand, his voice shaking as he abruptly changes the subject. He waits for you to nod. “Do you think about what it would be for us to get married?”

As soon as you hear the words starting to form in his mouth, you grab your water with your free hand, gulping it down to give yourself time. “Um, yeah,” you lie.

____________________

“Jack, you fucking idiot,” you scold him, grabbing the napkins and trying to get as much red wine off your white shirt as you could. It’s your fault, really. You’ve known Jack long enough to know how dangerous of a color it is to wear around him. 

“I’ll grab you something to wear,” Nico mumbles, glaring at his teammate. He heads to his room, the base of his neck turning bright red as he walks away. 

Jack looks sorry, giving you a puppy-dog pout that you were all too used to from your childhood. “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. Nico comes back with a sweatshirt, a Devils logo and the number 13 on the breast for you to throw on while you’re here. He plants a kiss on the side of your head once you pull it on, sitting down next to you. 

The rest of the night passes by, Jack spilling two more drinks all over Nico’s table that made Nico send his teammate home.

You settle in his bed, letting out an exhale as you sink into the soft mattress. Nico comes into his room, your shirt in hand. He tried his best to get the stain out.

“I think it’s a lost cause,” he tells you, tossing the shirt into his hamper. “I’ll see if the cleaners can get it out when I bring my suits in next time.” 

“I know better than to wear white around a Hughes brother,” you joke, Nico climbing in next to you and pulling you close.

You hear him sigh, tucking his arm under his head as he lays down. “Do you still miss him?”

The silence between you two is palpable. You never talk about your past with Quinn, awkwardly dancing around the subject whenever he inevitably gets brought up. You weren’t completely over him, but how could you tell your boyfriend that? You lived here, Quinn was in Vancouver. “I miss my friendship with him.”

It wasn’t totally a lie. Even before you started dating Quinn, he was your best friend. Now, you could barely talk to each other. 

“I get that,” you hear him say, not without you noticing the strangled tone in his voice.

Your phone buzzes, Jack tagging you and Nico in a story from your dinner, captioning it ‘taken moments before disaster (myself) struck.’ You can’t help by laugh, showing Nico the post. He smiles, the two of you taking in the photo. The way Nico looks at you makes your heart flutter. He loves you. You know he does. And you do love him. 

You look at the time, the late hour making you groan. “Ugh, fuck.” 

“What?”

“I’m only going to get, like, three hours of sleep if I want to make it home in time to get ready for work.”

“Why don’t you move in here?” Your head whips to him, feeling a pain in your neck, trying to hide your wince so that Nico doesn’t think you hate his idea. “I mean, you spend more time sleeping here than you do at your actual place.”

“Are you serious?”

Nico smiles, pulling you in for a kiss. “Of course.”

You mirror his smile. “Yeah.”

You eventually fall asleep, an excited feeling about a new chapter in yours and Nico’s relationship keeping you awake. 

When your alarm finally goes off, you let out a groan, Nico stirring beside you as he wakes up with you, despite not needing to. You see a text on your phone, sent not long after you went to bed.

It was from Quinn.

‘Does he at least make you happy?’

____________________

Nico is clearly nervous, his free hand rubbing against his thigh. You can feel the sweat forming on his hand in yours. “We’ve been together for how many years now? Three?” You nod. “I love you.” 

____________________

Every time Vancouver came to play in New Jersey, Ellen and Jim insist on you joining them to watch the game. They think of you like a daughter, despite the hopes of you actually joining their family dwindling down to nothing with every year that passes by with you staying in New Jersey.

Of you staying with Nico rather than Quinn. 

It doesn’t get easier any time you see Quinn. According to a drunken Jack, Quinn still loves you. You know you love Nico, but can you also still have feelings for Quinn? 

The Hughes parents weren’t there yet, you sitting alone as the two teams come out onto the ice for warmups. You see Quinn, the sight of him making your heart skip a beat, even after all these years of falling in love with Nico. He looks like he’s zoning out while skating in a circle around nothing, his stick in both his hands parallel with the ice. You know him well enough to know that this is how way of focusing, reviewing everything he could remember about the game tapes he had spent the last few days studying, as if this weren’t the third time this season he was playing against his brothers.

Against your boyfriend. 

The three brothers meet at center ice, taking a picture as they did before every game, the tradition somehow never losing its magic and never getting skipped over no matter how many meetings the two teams had. You feel your anxiety go up when Nico skates over and joins them, the smile on Nico’s face not being matched in the slightest by Quinn. 

The last time you saw Quinn, it was like you were two strangers who were forced together by accident, rather than being two people who grew up with each other, who knew everything about each other. His sentences and comments to you were short, his eyes never meeting yours.The only thing he said that really mattered to you was him telling you he wasn’t sure he would ever stop loving you.

You didn’t remember how that even came up.You had been talking about the wedding you were in, one of your friends from college getting married a few months before yours and Quinn’s last meeting. Quinn was invited, but, according to Jack, he couldn’t get himself to go once he saw you were in the wedding party. 

Your phone buzzes, a text from your boss. You can’t help but let out a groan, knowing that nothing good could come of him texting you on a Friday night when he knew you were at the game.

You skim the message, hoping that it was something that you could ignore for a few hours until you and Nico got home that night. One word catches your eye, causing you to choke on the sharp breath you took in. 

‘Vancouver’ is right there, your boss telling you that there was an opening in your company’s office there, that you would be perfect for it, that you would get a higher salary, a relocation fee, the company would take care of everything you needed to have you move to Canada.

You would be near Quinn. 

You let your boss know that you would think about it, reminding him that you were out with your friends at the game, just as you told him that morning. He sends back a simple thumbs up, as if that was a good enough reaction to letting you know that your dream job just got better. 

The Hughes finally join you right as the anthems begin, pulling you in for hugs. The game begins, your attention anywhere by the actual game. You were facing the ice, but your mind was back to your phone. During the intermissions, you’re completely anti-social, looking at the application your boss sent you that you would need to fill out. He was right, you were perfect for the job.

The game ends, you heading down with the parents to see the guys, Quinn the first one out. He talks to his parents, you awkwardly standing off to the side. 

He finally acknowledges you when his brothers come out of their locker room.

“So, how are you?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down at the ground. 

“Good. You?”

“Good. How’s the job?”

“Good,” you let out. “There’s an opening in our Vancouver office,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Quinn’s eyes light up, the smile on his face one that you hadn’t seen from him in a while. It made you smile. “Really? Are you going to take it?”

You sigh, the smile melting from your face. “I’m not sure yet. I would have to move. I would have to figure out Visa’s and everything. I would have to figure out things with,” your voice trails off, both of you knowing what you meant without you saying it. “Nico.”

Your boyfriend appears behind Quinn, a sudden panic coursing through you. You remember the idea of being away from Quinn tearing you apart inside, the thought making you sick. The idea of being away from Nico didn’t have that same effect. 

____________________

“Will you marry me?” He asks, the look on his face hopeful and nervous while he waits for your answer. 

You hesitate, knowing that he was panicking, hating that you made him feel that way. Your phone buzzes with a text from your boss before you can answer, your eyes flicking down to the screen. ‘Still interested in Vancouver?’ You hadn’t told Nico you applied for the job. You told yourself you didn’t want it that much but that it wouldn’t hurt to apply. Seeing Quinn keping coming up in your mind each time you lied to yourself, how you would be back in the same city as him. 

You still love Quinn.

“No.” 

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Sweet | Terry Richmond X Toni (Black Fem OC)

Part I.

Sweet II You (Part II)

Pairing: Terry Richmond (Rebel Ridge) X Stonia ‘Toni’/‘Sweet Tooth’ Vikes/Gillian Scott (Woman In GIF: Gina Torres)

Summary: After one of her dealers was wearing a wire, the feds came and shut down Toni’s million dollar drug empire she worked hard on. After taking a plea deal to avoid prison, she is enrolled into the Witness Protection Program, where Terry is assigned to protect her.

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI!), sexual tension, age gap (older woman, younger man), mastrubating, titty playing, slight subToni!, slight domTerry!, spanking, slight worshipping, slight BDSM, angst, emotional feelings, daydreaming, mentions of death, cursing, drinking

Dividers Made By: @thecutestgrotto

A/N I: When I had my old account, this was called something else and Nicole Beharie was originally the headcannon, but it was never published as I deactivated, but now, I’m happy I got to publish it. Lowkey, I do wanna see Aaron and Gina work together in an age gap film, specifically erotic thriller or erotic drama because the tension between them is how they about to make the most money ever in their lives (delusional about the last sentence, BUT Y’ALL GET IT!!).

THIS IS MY WORK, SO PLEASE DO NOT STEAL IT.

Stonia ‘Toni’ Vikes was the biggest drug queenpin in the country, known to many under the name, ‘Sweet Tooth’. Earned the nickname off her main source of selling whatever she had well, she was also a good talker, managed to avoid being caught for so many years.

Capitalizing a yearly profit of $4 million, she lived a very lavish lifestyle: acquiring cars, houses, clothes, jewelry, and even investing into some companies under alias.

All of that came crashing down as ChiChi, one of her top dealers that she came up with in the business, was working with the feds to avoid going to jail for a long time, having her fall into their trap, effectively ending her run.

Following all the delays which led to a long trial, she was about to be convicted on all charges until they offered her a plea deal of walking away free in exchange to revealing her distributor.

She agreed, throwing them under the bus, and she received her ‘get out of jail’ card.

Now a target over what she did, she is enrolled into the witness protection program, where she is now to be accompanied by a bodyguard everywhere for the rest of her life.

She’s assigned a new name: Gillian Scott, has dyed her hair to a dark brown color, back to natural curls instead of straightening her hair, and now has thin brows. She is truly unrecognizable from afar, shedding her queenpin image.

Now here she is, riding in the back of an escort with two FBI agents, beginning a new life as a normal woman in loss of her luxury lifestyle.

Well, not most of it.

While she had to give up the cars and the houses, she was allowed to keep her clothes and jewelry, except for a few watches and necklaces.

And she was allowed to keep one of her savings accounts, but that had to get moved to a new one + a 10% fee to avoid being spotted.

But only one person can access it if she needed something and that person is whoever they assigned as her bodyguard that’s waiting at the house. Curiosity lingers as she thinks of ideas of what the bodyguard looks like.

Is it an older man with tattoos? A woman with a strict sense, but a softie? Maybe someone a bit younger than her?

Or worse: an ex law enforcement officer. She can’t do that due to the long standing history between them and drug dealers.

Her mind is interrupted when the car pulls into a driveway of a big house that sits on a lake.

Parking the car, the agents get out, with the male one walking to the entrance with a briefcase and the female one opening her door, help her out of the car.

“This way, Scott.” she said, ushering her to walk.

Toni grabs her purse and walks ahead, looking at front of the house.

Brick architecture, a double garage, a porch with a net and chairs, and there’s a grey truck parked in the street? This is a little low for her standards, but this is her new life now.

Standing at the front door, the female agent knocks on it, patiently waiting for them to be let in. The door opens, with the male agent standing there, moving to the side as the women walk in.

“Bates and Pearson are their way with your stuff. They’re just stuck in traffic.” he said, adjusting his tie.

Toni nods, walking into the house, with the female agent following.

Inside this three story house, it has white walls covered in many frames of artwork, family pictures, and some Marine Corps stuff.

Walking past the brown themed dining room, she enters the living room, standing in the middle. Black furniture surrounds as a flatscreen tv sits on a stands, with sliding doors to access the back porch, the lake, and backyard accompanying it.

“Whoever owns this place has an interesting taste in the design of it.” said Toni, now standing in the living room.

“Glad you took notice.” said an unfamiliar deep voice, making Toni turn around.

Standing in the kitchen stood a 6’3, chiseled man, wearing a sleeveless grey hoodie, which showed some arm tattoos, and some light grey shorts, holding a bottle of water. His skin had a slight brown tone to it, which definitely came from being in the sun, as his slightly baggy eyes were a mixture of a blueish-green, staring at her with an intense gaze. His lips are a very dark pink color, a curve to the bottom one as he took a sip of his water.

He had to be no older than 32, but no younger than 23. Damn, I’m old enough to be his mother or aunt, Toni said in her head, looking away.

“I see you guys assigned a baby to me.” she said, looking at both agents.

The man chuckles, walking over as he takes in her looks, arms crossed.

“Not used to being around people you can easily manipulate?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

Toni cuts her eyes to him, not saying anything before going back to the agents, making him nod at the no response.

“We figured he would be a better fit since he’s in the area we chose to put you in.” said the female agent.

“And he’s actually really good. Has a great resume and experience while in the Marines.” the male agent added.

“Anyone who only worked the grounds by doing the laundry, feeding everyone, or organizing whatever they were assigned probably had the same good experience.” said Toni, placing her bag on the couch.

“Not very sweet, I see.” the man said, making her laugh.

“I am. Just not wowed easily, that’s all.” she replied, looking back at the agents.

“Of course. You lived an upscale, illegal lifestyle after all.” he responded, drinking some of his water.

Toni rolled her eyes, ignoring the last part he uttered.

“You’re gonna introduce him or do I have to figure it out myself?” she asked, watching him move closer to the agents.

“This is Terry Richmond. One of our finest veterans who has great skills of defense and leadership, so he’ll protect you very well.” said the female agent, making Terry nod.

“I see.” said Toni, leaning against the couch.

“And this is Stonia Vikes. Also known as Toni, previously ‘Sweet Tooth’, and now her new name, Gillian Scott. One of the best cocaine traffickers we fought hard to track, not knowing what she looked like for years or was it a man we were looking for.” said the male agent.

“Poor management.” she replied, looking at Terry.

“Which is why she was so good at getting herself out of things or selling: just by talking. Lived the best life for a good time. Now she has to hide in the dark to live out the rest of her new life cause her once allies-turned-enemies wants her dead.” said the female agent, walking to the kitchen.

Toni looks away as Terry stepped a little closer, examining her features.

“Doesn’t seem like she’s fearful.” he said, backing up a bit.

“Nothing scares me. Not even a skilled Marine.” she said, looking at him.

Terry smiles, walking away to sit on the couch as the female agent walks back into the room with water bottles, handing one to the male agent.

“The men are almost here with your things, so we might as well go over the rules.” said the female agent.

“Have a seat.” said the male agent, pointing at the couch.

Toni turns and walks to sit on the couch, a few feet away from Terry as the agents sit in the lounge chairs.

The male agent opens the briefcase, takes out a file folder and handing it to Terry, who takes it.

“You probably were given a quick rundown of Vikes, but that includes a lot of things about her.” he says, feeling her eyes burning into him.

“Noted.” said Terry, reading the file.

“First rule: Using the new name we gave you while in public. You are Toni in here, but when you two out, you are Gillian Scott and Gillian Scott only. We don’t know if they have people out there blending in to take out, so it’s best to keep your true self hidden.” said the female agent.

“So….the same thing I been hearing since I took the deal.” said Toni.

“Second rule: daily inspections.” said the male agent, which made her roll her eyes.

“Shocker.” she mumbled.

As they continued discussing the rest of it, Toni looks at Terry reading, noting his calm demeanor as his finger traces over each word he reads.

Veiny, smooth hands. Etched calves. Thick thighs. Toned arms to match that big chest of his.

“Mr. Richmond, as you read through, you will notice that she has a….alcohol problem. Has ways of sneaking it, so make sure she doesn’t have any of it throughout her time in the program.” the female agent stated.

Toni scoffs, annoyed that they would include that part in her files, which she felt like its unnecessary.

“Fine with me. I don’t drink at all.” he replied.

“Could’ve added a detox program if you’re gonna do this.” said Toni, rubbing her head.

“So you can relapse immediately after finishing?” asked the male agent, eyebrows raised.

Toni looks away, not wanting to say anything. Even though, that comment hurt her a bit, which Terry took notice of.

“Last part was very unnecessary, O’Blac.” he said, eyeing him down.

O’Blac looks at him, caught off guard by his defense, but doesn’t say anything back.

“Apologies, Ms. Vikes.” he said, looking at her.

Toni ignores him, focusing mostly on the female agent.

“Twice a day: morning and night. Just make sure she has no weapons, drugs, unless it’s medication, or whatever you have prohibited from being in here.” said the female agent, continuing on.

Terry nods, going back to reading her file.

“Third rule: no contacting to anyone you’re prohibited from contacting. You’re not allowed to have a phone or any other device in your possession. No access to your bank account unless you go to Terry and ask him to take out some money that only be used for personal use, with some restrictions.” she added.

“Anything I’m allowed to do?” Toni asked, adjusting herself into her seat.

“You don’t have to wear an ankle monitor, so you’re allowed to walk around the property.” said O’Blac.

“But if you’re planning on walking around the neighborhood, I have to be present.” said Terry, looking at her.

“I don’t have a curfew?” she asks in a sly tone.

“Nahh. A little too young for that.” he replied.

Toni looks away, wanting to laugh but is not gonna fold in front of him.

“Violate any of these will get you sent to prison. So be cautious with how you’re living around here.” said the female agent.

“And treat Mr. Richmond well. You may think he’s mean on the outside, but he’s actually really nice.” said O’Blac.

Toni looks over again, seeing him smile a bit as he concentrates very hard at reading her file before closing it, placing it next to him.

“Understood, Vikes?” asked O’Blac.

Toni looks at both agents, nodding with amusement on her face.

“Good.”

The doorbell rings, making both agents get up.

“That’s Bates and Pearson. We’re gonna go talk to them as they bring in your things. Terry, why don’t you tell her more about what the property has while we’re gone.” said the female agent.

Terry nods at them as they walk out, leaving him with Toni.

Silence fills the room as Terry stands up, grabbing the folder with him.

“There’s a home gym downstairs if you don’t like waking outside. Has a treadmill and a few other equipment. There’s a garden on the left side of the house as well. I plant flowers mostly, but if you want to use it for something else, I’ll move to give you some space.” he said as he walked into the kitchen.

Toni nods, watching him move around the space.

“You from around here?” she asks, which makes him look at her.

“Lafayette is where I’m originally from. Was temporarily in Shelby Springs before I moved back.” he replied.

“How come?”

“I, uh…had a little situation with the police department out there that involved family.” as he leaned against the counter.

“Won a huge lawsuit.” he added.

“Must be nice.” she replied, rubbing her leg.

“How about you?”

“I do have an answer, but I don’t think I’m legally allowed to say.” she replied, making the both of them laugh.

“Right, right…” he mumbled.

“This your first time doing this?”

“Yeah. Protected people before. But never like this.”

“Hm.” she said, standing up.

“What do you think of me?” she asks, walking to him.

“Excuse me?” he replied, confused by her question.

“I mean, you’re a vet….working with FBI to protect a ex-queenpin who should be sitting in a cell.”

She turns around the corner of the island, feeling his eyes following her every move.

“And is notorious for getting things her way.” as she stands in front of him.

“Yeah? You’re nothing different from what I read on your file.”

“And that doesn’t make you feel….a little inexperienced?”

Terry laughs and nods, realizing what’s she’s getting.

“I see. I’m the young unaware ex-Marine who can’t handle the more feisty mature drug goddess’ standards after her fall from grace in your eyes. Right?” as he smirks, leaning up to stand, towering over her.

Toni smiles a bit, keeping her gaze on him as he looks down.

“Glad you see it.” she replied.

“But that’s not true. What I believe is what stands in front of me is a gorgeous older woman” as he examines her features, taking in her smile.

“Pretty eyes. Perfect cheekbones. A smile to die for. A physique I can’t describe or else, I feel like I’m overstepping.” as he pushes her hair back, seeing more of her face.

“…..who lacks discipline, dignity, and self awareness. Her charmed looks and usage of certain words always worked on a lot of people she fucked over, hence why she was able to run for so long.” as his smile fades a bit.

Toni stares at him, a bit of anxiety coming through her while keeping eye contact.

“That part of your life is over. As long as you’re in my presence, you’re not running things. And don’t even attempt to run over me.”

“And if I did?” she asked, folding in her arms.

Terry moves closer, backing her into the counter, cornering her. He leans in, putting his hand against the cabinet behind her, which makes her turn her head away.

“Trust me….you will regret it. So keep it short and sweet, Stonia.” he whispered, very close to her ear.

Toni snaps her eyes on him as the latter backs up, winking at her and smiling.

“I’m not afraid of you, Richmond.” she said.

Terry sucks his teeth, looking her up and down.

“Should be. I’m not one to attempt a leash on. Especially from you.”

Toni glares at him, astounded by that comment.

“You’ll learn.” he whispered, walking out.

What did he mean by that, she said to herself, watching him.

The door opens again, with footsteps being heard.

“Ms. Vikes, can you come to the stairs, please?” said O’Blac.

Toni listened, walk to where everyone was, grabbing her bag in the midst of it.

Getting to the staircase, she sees Terry, O’Blac, the female agent, and the two extra male agents, Bates and Pearson, standing there, holding her bags.

“May you show her where she’ll be sleeping, Terry?” asked the female agent.

He nods, walking up the stairs.

“This way.” he said, motioning her to follow him.

Toni obliges, following after him as the agents follow behind them.

Unlocking the door, Terry steps aside, letting Toni walk in first.

Examining it, she takes note that it’s a master bedroom: a big king size bed, a ceiling fan hanging over it, a three sided window that gives her a view of the lake with curtains, two nightstands, a vanity perfect to place her jewelry and makeup, a tv hanging on the wall, and a bathroom with a connected closet.

“Taken you like it?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“I do. Hopefully you’re not crowded in yours.” she replied, placing her bag on the bed.

Terry shakes his head. as he walks in, with the two men carrying Toni’s bags following, placing them on the floor carefully before walking out.

“Thought the diva needed the bigger space. Mines is spacious though.” he replied, making her squint her eyes at him.

“How generous.” she replied.

O’Blac and the female agent walk in, handing him a closed envelope.

“That’s includes the card to her bank account, medical reports, tax documents, and other things.” said O’Blac.

He takes it, holding it in front of him as they continued talking.

Toni didn’t hear the rest, walking up to the windows as she watches the sun reflect over the gorgeous water, slowly setting.

She imagines how nice it would be to sit on a boat, tanning and drinking in the cool breeze, as she discusses the next steps for sales and distributing to her crew.

“We’ll be going now, Ms. Vikes.” said the female agent, snapping her out of her daydream.

She looks back, nodding her head as if she everything they were saying.

“Let this be the last time you see us. Cause next time, we’ll be back with cuffs to take you away.” said O’Blac, sending her a warning look.

“Understood, agents. I’ll be on my best behavior.” she said in a smart tone.

They nod before looking at Terry and bidding farewell, leaving immediately afterwards.

Hearing the door close, Terry places the envelope on the vanity before turning to Toni, who patiently waits for his next move.

“Which bag did you want me start with?” he asked, looking at them.

“Up to you. You’re in charge.” she replied, sitting on the cushion lying on the window ledge.

Terry nods, kneeling in front of the first bag. Turning it on its back, he unzips it and lifts the flap, revealing a variety of shoes packed nicely in there.

“You got a lot of shoes in here.” he said, moving them around to see if anything is hidden.

“That’s the first bag of them.” she replied, making him look up.

“They let you keep all of them?”

“Can’t really smuggle anything in things that is sewed thinly.” as she crossed her legs.

Terry lets out a soft chuckle, continuing his inspection.

“First one’s clean.” he replied, zipping it back up.

He moves it to the side before grabbing the second bag, unzipping it.

“Wow. *More.” he said as he sees more shoes in the bag.

After looking through that one, he zips it up and moves it to the side, grabbing the next one.

He continues doing this for the rest of her bags as she watches, entertained by his objective of completing his first task with her here.

He looks adorable doing that, she said, smiling a bit.

Finally, he stands up, brush off any lint around his knees before walking to her bed, about to grab her bag, which makes her get up and snatch it.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her eyebrow slightly raised.

Terry looked at her confused, stepping closer to her.

“The inspection includes your purse.” as he wraps his hand around it, making her look down.

“Come on now.” he mumbled in a deep tone.

“I think you’ve done enough.” she said, pulling back a bit.

Terry exhales, getting closer as he stares at Toni, watching her boldness go down a bit. A pleading expression comes across her face as he wraps his other hand around hers, feeling her flinch a bit.

“I’m not gonna ask you again.” he utters, gently removing her hand, pulling the bag away from her.

She was about to protest, but stopped herself, remembering that she is not only being protected, but following his rules or go to prison.

She turns away as he dumps the contents of the bag on her bed, not wanting to see his reaction.

“Oh.” he said, holding back his laugh.

What’s inside? Bras. Panties. Her gummies that help with iron, hair, and energy. And her personal favorites: her five vibrators, each being the color of the rainbow.

“My bad for assuming the worst. Turns out, you might be the best.” he said in a joking tone, which makes her angry.

“Get out.” she said.

Terry looks at her in confused way, wondering if she was serious or not.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“Get out of my room.” as she turns to look at him, arms folded.

“I think your little inspection is done.” she added.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to be rude about it.” he replied.

“I do what I please when my privacy is being violated in front of me.”

“Privacy?” as he laughed.

“You’re a criminal who’s whole career was selling something to people for them to feel a different high that they couldn’t rest from. Probably sold a lot of personal items, ruined relationships, even OD’d just so you can live it large and continue distributing it.” he added, watching her mouth clench.

“You don’t know that.” she said, feeling his scowl.

“You don’t think their privacy got violated? Considering most probably bought it in public or you sold it to them around others that watched?”

“You would know, huh?”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

Toni smirks, watching him slowly get mad as she leaned closer, more to his ear.

“How brutal was the training for the Marines? Did you have to get waterboarded? Random drills in the middle of the night? Spanked with a plank board on your ass?” she whispered as she traces over his arm.

“Or was it easy because you did favors? Got praises for being a good boy? Cause you seem like the type to receive that.” she added, a coy smile coming across her face.

Terry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. She hears him growl a bit before brushing past her, grabbing the envelope off the vanity.

“Strike 1.” he said.

“What?!” she exclaimed.

“I don’t tolerate disrespect or negative comments about my Marines background. Don’t let your mouth get you trouble around me again, Vikes.” as he walks to the entrance.

“No way you’re that sensitive.” she mumbled, rubbing her head.

“What was that?!” he asked, marching fast towards her.

She stood still, taken aback that he heard her. He stops in front, anger now all over his face.

“What did you say?” he asked. “I wanna hear it.”

Toni looks at him with no hesitation, not giving in. He nods, a stiff laugh coming out, creeping her out a bit on the inside.

“Thought so.” as he leans forward.

“Know your place.” he utters, patting her on her arm before walking out, closing the door.

Toni sighs loud, annoyed at what just happened as she began putting her stuff in the closet and drawers.

“This is going to be long road for me, isn’t it?” she asked quietly.

As much as she hated it…..she was very enthralled by how easily irritated he gets when she does something he doesn’t like.

Maybe if she continues pushing his buttons….

Wait.

No.

It would get her sent away. She’s a little weary because she wants to, but she also knows what consequences come if she goes too far.

After finishing filling her last drawer with her bras, underwear, and vibrators, she lays on her bed, slowly drifting to sleep.

For the next few weeks, she tries to find something worth caring for.

Her and Terry have gone shopping for not just groceries, but for her to buy things that she thinks it’s worth trying to entertain her and grow a huge likeness for.

She tried knitting. Found it boring and she’s only in her 60s.

She tried crocheting. Found it complicating.

She even tried puzzles and building sets. Found it too hardworking.

Reading, cooking, and journaling seems to be the only things she’s enjoying, but even that gets stale after a while.

Now here she is, lying on a lounge folding chair, tanning as the cool Louisiana air blows around her.

Wearing a black sheer kimono, sunglasses, and a white two piece bikini, it is a very nice day to be outside and do nothing, just watch time pass by.

A slow R&B song is playing on the speaker near her as Terry is kneeling in the garden, pulling weeds out from his section of flowers.

Wearing a sun hat, grey tank top, capri pants, and boots, he focused very hard as Toni watches, making sure he doesn’t accidentally touch her side, which contains herbs.

Cooking herbs, by the way.

“Having fun over there?” she asked in a cocky tone.

Terry looks at her, sending her a small smile as he stands up, looking out towards the lake.

“What a view.” he said, taking it in. “Gorgeous shine to it.”

“Thank you.” she said happily, making him look at her narrowly.

“Now, you know I’m not talking about you.”

Toni says ugh! as she looks at him, disbelief that he ruined the moment.

“Whatever you say, Richmond!” she said, adjusting her kimono.

“Would be nice if I had some help!” he replied, removing his gloves.

“You the one who decided to take on that, not I!” she responded, hearing him laugh.

“Because it’s relaxing. Always wanted a garden too.”

“Really?” she asked in an amusing tone.

“Yeah.”

“Well, make sure you’re not messing up my herbs, flower boy.” she said, looking forward.

He nods his head before removing his soaked shirt, tossing it somewhere before he resumed his yard work.

Toni looked over, taking in the body of a man who is also her bodyguard.

“My God….” she whispered, amazed by how etched his abs were, how sculpted his back was, along with how veiny the lower half of his body is.

“Like what you see?” he asked, interrupting her dazed look.

She squeals before turning away from him, hearing him laugh a bit.

“Ain’t nobody’s paying attention to you!” she replied.

“Right….” he said in a sly tone.

Terry left to go grab some tools from the garage, leaving Toni in the backyard.

As she was readjusting her spot, a suspicious boat passes by, nearly close to the land. An unidentifiable man that was driving it stares her down, mapping out her face.

She felt uncomfortable and was about to call Terry, but he was already on the move, walking up quickly and hiding something behind him.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked loudly, which made Toni get up and stand next to him.

The man looks at him. before turning away driving off fast.

Terry shakes his head, before locking the gun he was hiding and putting it in his pocket.

“Did he look familiar to you?” he asked, looking at her.

“Never seen him in my life.” she replied, shaking her head.

“Anything look off?”

“Just dark.”

He nods, turning to the garden.

“For now on, tan on the second level of the house.” he said, walking off.

Toni watches him resume his work as she lays back down, thoughts racing about who the hell that was on the boat.

Eventually, the man returned at random times over the next few days, which made Terry get the feds involved and Toni having to stay inside most of the time to avoid seeing the man reappear.

They did their best with finding solutions, from suggesting a new location, which will take up to three years to happen or going out in disguise, which she found pointless.

This caused her to develop a lot of anxiety, not knowing where else is she gonna see him since he had good memory of identifying her.

The only way she could cure this feeling was by drinking.

Whether it was hot or cold, it helped calmed her. But, it does get a bit out of control if she sips too much, which was why it developed into an addiction later on.

But now, she has no access to getting it. Unless she steals it and sneaks it in while they’re out shopping and he isn’t looking.

Which worked.

She managed to steal a peach-mango wine cooler from their recent grocery store trip, hiding it in random places she knows he won’t look when he does his daily inspection.

Wearing a red nightgown that stopped just above her knees and a matching robe, she watches him look between the mattresses of her bed for the last time before he stood up, wiping his hands.

“Clean.” he said, looking at her.

Toni smiled, satisfied with his report as she stood up from the ledge.

“Anything else you need from me, Terry?” she asked, batting her eyes.

He shook his head, walking to the door.

“Just be up by 10 tomorrow. We’re going grocery shopping again. So think of something you want. Or restock.” he replied, standing in the entrance.

“Alright.” she replied, walking towards her vanity.

He watches her sit down, putting her hair up before grabbing an anti-aging face cream, opening it.

“You don’t need that.” he said.

She looks at him through the mirror, his eyes giving her an admiring look.

“Well, I can’t afford Botox in the moment, so this shall do.”

“Don’t need that either.” he replied.

“How else am I suppose to keep my youthful looks then?” she asked, turning around to face him.

“By being you. Not to mention, you don’t look your age, which is a good sign that you don’t need it.”

Toni smiles faintly, closing the cream before putting it back on the counter.

“You tell this to the women you see?” she asked, leaning back a bit.

“You’re the fifth one.” he replied, making both of them laugh.

“Ahh. You have requirements when it comes to you.” as she nods her head, turning back to her vanity.

Terry steps up, moving a bit closer to stand behind her, a little smile on his face.

“Don’t we all?” he asked, watching her cut her eyes to him.

“I’m open minded. As long as you have something I like, I’ll follow whatever you want me to do.” she replied, grabbing her moisturizer.

“Even if you haven’t tried it?” he asked in a sultry tone.

She stops, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

Terry laughs quietly as he walked back to the entrance, leaving her confused.

“You been good these past few weeks, Vikes.” as he stops his movement.

“Following and obeying my rules. That’s what I like in a woman. Older or younger. Keep it up.” he replied, grabbing the doorknob.

“…..obeying, huh? Like you in control?” she uttered, watching his mouth twitch.

“I am. That’s why you here.” he replied.

She scoffs, looking away to begin her skincare.

“And you a good listener too. That’s another thing I like in a woman who knows her place.” he replied with a smirk.

Toni snapped her head at him, shocked at what he just said.

“Good night, Toni.” he added as he shut the door, turning off the lights.

With the vanity bulbs shinning on her, Toni closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down as she feels her body getting a little hot from that exchange.

No way I’m turned on by that, she utters, fanning herself.

She resumed her skin routine, finishing with a lock-in oil to hydrate her skin, looking at herself in the mirror.

Noticing a few wrinkles, some puffiness, and slightly baggy eyes, she took in what he said. He was right: she really doesn’t look her age. Maybe she should lay off the….

Wait.

Is she really following his orders? Oh my god, he was really seeing everything she does!

She shook her head as she got up, heading into her closet.

She walks to where her many pairs of shoes were, move some to each side until she found what she was looking for.

Hidden behind them was the wine cooler, standing tall against the wall.

She grabs it and walks back to her vanity, sitting down.

She opened it, which made a loud POP! sound, making her look at the door to see if he might bust through.

He didn’t, which meant the coast was clear.

She begins sipping the cooler, which felt real nice as it spilled down her throat, leaving a nice sting that made her moan a bit.

“Godly, have I missed tasting you.” she whispered, enjoying the taste.

She took a few more sips, feeling herself getting a little more hazy as she begins tracing over her legs, her heat growing hotter and hotter.

She looks at herself in the mirror, enjoying this new hunger that’s coming out as she closes her eyes, throwing her head back as the heat grows, yearning to be touched.

She feels a hand tracing over her chest, which made her look up, seeing Terry looking down at her, a glowing gaze from his eyes. He lowers his head as he gently wraps his hand around her throat, pulling her up from her seat.

“You know what I said about alcohol in the house.” he whispered in a tensive tone, hearing her whimper.

“What are you gonna do about it?” she replied, feeling his grip tighten a bit.

He leans in, inhaling her scent before crashing his lips onto hers, with the latter succumbing to it. He tastes the peach, mango, and wine on her tongue as she slides her hand over his bulge, squeezing it.

She closes her eyes, hearing him moan as he pushes her against the counter, not breaking the kiss.

When she opens them again, she’s back into her seat position, with no sign of Terry around her. She realized that she was hallucinating that, making her laugh in embarrassment.

“No wonder they don’t want me drinking.” she said, picking up the cooler, examining the ingredients.

“But you’re not listening to that rule for your own needs.” said a familiar male voice, making her jump.

She turns around and sees Terry standing there, his arms crossed as he has a disappointing look on his face.

“Terry…it’s not what it looks lik—“ she begins to ramble, but he cuts her off.

“I just told you that you were being good with following everything I tell you to do.” he said, beginning to walk up.

She attempts to stand up, but he stops her, motioning her to stay where she’s at.

“They are depending on you to not relapse and do away with drinking because they actually believe in you.” as he stops in front of her.

Toni becomes a little bit scared of him, not used to seeing this side of Terry.

He snatches the cooler out of her hand, startling her with how quick he was.

“And you decide to throw all that away just to taste…..this?” he asked, a disgust look on his face.

“A shame that you would do that.” he added, watching her look down.

Toni stands up, nodding her head as a remorseful look overcomes her.

“I know, I know. I gave in a little too easily with choosing…..that.” as she looks at the cooler.

“It won’t happen again. I promise. Hell, I can pour it down the drain if you want just to show that I can follow the rules so I don’t go back to prison.” as her robe slides down her arm, exposing her shoulder a bit.

She traces over his arms as she steps a little closer, distancing the space between them as he watches her, a small smile coming on her face.

“Even better: I’ll do whatever you want for now on. I’ll commit to trying out the cold turkey method. Just please…..please don’t tell them about this.” she said, a little pity in her tone.

Terry looks her up and down, leaning in a bit as he wraps his arm around her waist, turning them so her back is to her bed. She gasps, weary on what he’s gonna do next as he steps back, looking at her.

“Turn around.” he said, a commanding presence taking over his body.

Toni does what he said, turning around.

“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked, curiosity in his voice.

“What?” is what she replied with instantly, but immediately regrets it.

You would say that while in an awful position, she said to herself, very flustered.

Terry sighed, trying to not crack as he steps forward a bit.

“I said are you wearing underwear. And I want an actual answer, Stonia.” he replied, her name coming out in a thicker tone.

Toni breathed harshly, caught off guard by this new side of Terry. She doesn’t know if she should fear him…..or actually want him.

“….y-yes.” she replied, a bit pitchy.

“Why the stutter?”

“….youre making a woman a bit nervous here.”

“Well, she wouldn’t be that if she followed the rules. Especially if she has history of not following them.”

Toni clenched at his authoritative stance right now, wanting to see his face, but refuses to get herself into even more heat.

She hears him move around, opening some drawers, wondering what he’s doing behind her.

“Bend over.” he said.

She looks back at him with a muzzled expression, but turns around immediately as he walks to her.

“That was an order that you didn’t follow.” he said, standing behind her.

Then, she felt a hard slap come across her left cheek, forcing her to hold back a moan, shocked by this.

“Now. Bend over.” he repeated, waiting for her.

Toni obliges, bending over until her face is lying on the bed, arching her back to keep herself from falling forward.

“Hm. You were telling the truth.” he said, tracing over the underwear as he gently rubs the sting away, feeling her relax a bit.

Toni fights back to the urge to moan, not wanting to show that she was enjoying this as he places a few kisses over it, filling his hot lips tickling in her skin.

“Alright. Do apologize for going a bit too far.” he said, removing his hand as he stepped into her view.

“However….. that strike two for you.”

She lifts her head up, appalled that she did all that just for him to not let it go.

“And you better not anything unless you wanna go to strike three right now.” he said, watching her close her mouth quickly.

He nods, impressed with the way she immediately obeyed him. He walks over to her vanity, grabbing the cooler before walking to the door.

She watches him, noticing a bouncing bulge in his pants as he stood in the entrance, grabbing the doorknob.

“Another thing: don’t touch me against my will unless I say so.” he uttered, looking back at her.

He takes in her flustered look, waking at her before closing the door behind him, walking to his room.

Toni grabs one of her pillows and puts her face in it, screaming into it.

She was so close to getting a taste of him under those clothes and yet, she still got bamboozled in the end, leaving her hot and bothered.

She realized that she has met her match in Terry Richmond.

Inside the busy grocery store contained many different shoppers, looking for different things they need for their place or somewhere they’re going.

Toni and Terry are walking down the grocery aisle that contained pasta and its ingredients, looking at each type of noodle in front of them.

Wearing sunglasses, a striped top, black jeans, and black latex boots, with him matching to blend in, she’s a little distant, but not too far from Terry, the thrilling feeling from last night still reeling over her body.

“How about a Louisiana Creole Chicken Rigatoni this week?” she asked, looking at him.

“What the hell is in Creole chicken?” he replies, his eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know, you the expert since you’re from here.” she replied, watching him chuckle.

“Real funny, Gillian. You should be a comedian.”

“You gonna come be my bodyguard if I do?”

Terry shakes his head in a laughing way as he grabs two of the rigatoni pasta boxes, placing them in the cart.

“If the Feds let you do that.” he replied, grabbing some spaghetti pasta as well.

Toni rolls her eyes as she walks forward, examining the pasta sauces.

“You feeling tomato, garlic, and onion or just tomato?” she asked.

“That goes into the rigatoni?” he replied, eyebrows raised.

“No, we have to get ingredients for that in produce. This is for spaghetti.”

“Ohhh. The first one, then.”

She grabs two jars, placing them in the cart. She grabs a bottle of olive oil, placing it next to them.

“We’e out of that too.” she utters.

“You sure it isn’t because it looks like a wine bottle?”

Toni looks at him, annoyance on her face.

“Don’t piss me off, Terrance.” she said, walking forward.

“Don’t call me by my real name then.”

“Or what? You’re gonna drag me to the bathroom and tease me again, leaving me all hot and bothered?”

Terry pauses, looking at her with shock. He walks up slowly, greeting the worker passing by with a smile before going back to his stoneface demeanor, scaring Toni a bit.

“Don’t say that again. Unless you want me to get you to regret it. Understood?” he asked, whispering low.

Toni smirks, turning away as she walks forward, watching people past them.

“What’s next on the list?”

“Kidney beans. We used the last of it for last week’s chili.” he replied, reading the list.

Toni nods, walking to the aisle next door as Terry followed behind with the cart.

They continued like this for the next few aisles, picking up simple things like water, seasonings, chips, cookies, paper plates, and napkins to newer things like garlic chili crunch oil, rosemary loaf bread, and horchata infused protein powder.

Well, the latter was for Terry since he said he wanted to try a new flavor.

During this, Toni always notices him staring at her for a while, from her face to her hair and even her ass. When she turns, he looks away immediately, pretending he was occupied with an item in the aisle.

After finishing finding what they needed in the aisles, they head to produce, picking up fruits and vegetables they need.

“Onion, green pepper, garlic, and petite tomatoes is what we need.” she said, looking at him.

He nods, walking over to get a few plastic bags as Toni waited with the cart. She watches him walk to where the items were, looking around before picking it up.

“And make sure you get good ones!” she said, making him look back at her.

“Don’t want a bad one messing up the dish.” she said, smiling.

Terry squints his eyes at her, resuming what he was doing before coming to her, placing the bags in the cart. She picks them up, examining each one as he watches, shaking his head.

“Is that really necessary?” he asked.

“That’s how I always made sure the product was good to go out or I get a complaint from one of my distributors.” she replied, putting the green pepper down.

“Natural instincts.” she added, watching him nod.

“Right….” he said.

“What’s next?” she asked, looking at the list in his hand.

“…Deli.” as he read it.

She nods, grabbing the cart as she walks to it, with him following her.

He watches her place the order of a half pound of provolone cheese, half pound of honey smoked turkey, half pound of white cheddar, and half pound of roast beef, noting to slice it sort of thin so it’s not too thick to eat.

The worker nodded before walking off to do the order, with her turning around, walking to the cart.

“You place an order in such a precise way, I’m impressed.” he said, crossing his arms.

“That’s how I was taught. Place an order very clear and directive, unless you want to get a terrible one.” she said, applying lip balm.

“Hm. So how did a woman like you get involved with the drug world and got away with it for a while?”

Toni looks at him, walking closer so she can lean in his ear so no one can hear her.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit of a personal question to ask in public?” she whispered.

“It’s not like anyone is paying attention to us.” he replied.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Richmond.”

“And you like it.” he said in a sultry tone.

Toni gasps quietly as he traces his hand over her waist as he pulls her close, making sure no one is staring.

“You gonna answer the question or do I have to make you?” he asked, moving his hands up her back.

Toni pushes him back, a quaint look on her face as he smiles, turning to face the counter.

“Grew up as the youngest of three in a little city outside of Phoenix. Was the only daughter in the house. Eventually became the only girl as my mother passed when I was 11.” she began, looking around her surroundings.

“They were all very protective of me, especially my dad. So I couldn’t live a fun and normal life most girls do as I wasn’t allowed to hang with friends, going out to places I wanted to see, not even spend the night. I was always smart, the one who manages to get herself out of her trouble, and even coming up with quick solutions to problems. Which my brothers hated. So, they did everything they could to make sure I don’t go off on my own when it came to applying for college. And it worked.”

“It did?” asked Terry, which she nodded.

“I got accepted to a lot of schools outside of Arizona and full ride scholarships, planning to go to Rutgers. My dad was against it and said I shouldn’t go to school after I graduate because he needs someone to take care of him. My brothers convinced him to choose me because he needed his “heirs” to continue running his landscape business is or one of them is going to be stuck doing with all the hard work he does while I have nothing much going on. Mind you, I wanted to work in medicine.”

“That explains a lot.” he said, smiling a bit.

“I don’t mean a pharmacy either. Like actual making the medicine. Pills, liquids, powder, you name it. I knew how to measure, label, and packaged stuff correctly, so I knew this job would be worth it. But no. He just couldn’t see it and it just made our relationship even worse. So what did he do? He went behind my back and rejected all of my offers, lying to them by saying “she’s not interested anymore” and I didn’t find out until three months before my graduation. We got into a huge argument, with him saying “you’re staying here, whether you like it or not” and barred me from going out. So what did I do? Packed everything I owned, including my personal documents, and left, vowing to never come back.”

“Here’s your cheeses and turkey, ma’am.” said the worker, making Toni look up.

She nods, walking up and taking it before going back to the cart.

“One of my girlfriends got me a bus ticket to San Diego, using some of the money from her job to buy it for me. She said het older cousin, Chino or ChiChi, will be waiting for me in a 1984 gold Hyundai Accent, having a job opportunity in hand. I was a bit skeptical, but she promised me it wasn’t nothing weird as he’s not into that type of work.” she continued, shrugging a bit.

“So, I woke up, bid farewell, and got on that bus to San Diego. Took 7 hours, so when I woke up, we were about an hour out. We arrived, got my things, and got off, walking around to see if I could find him. Which turned out to be very easy. He was about your height, just two inches taller, heavily tatted, a bit thick and muscular. Wasn’t in style back in the 80s, but he was definitely trendy before it happened.”

“And here’s the roast beef.” said the worker, holding it out.

Toni was about to go get, but Terry moved before her, grabbing it before heading back to the cart.

“That’s all?” he asked.

She looked at the list, reading over and seeing they got everything they needed.

“Yeah.” she replied, showing his the list.

“Alright. Let’s go to self-checkout. You can continue your story.” as he begins pushing the the cart.

She follows behind, standing close as she turns around, no noticing an unfamiliar man staring at the both of them, particularly her.

She ignored as she continued walking, getting in line with him while looking back to make sure the man isn’t behind.

“I got into his car, identified myself as the person he was waiting for, and he began driving, stopping to get us McDonald’s. He asked how old I was, I said I’ll be 18 in the summer. Have I ever worked, do I have a rap sheet aka a lengthy record, associated with the Feds, and do I owe debt to anyone? I said no to all them, and he said “Perfect. Boss might like you.” We came to this really dark, but tall house in Grant Hill, where you can see the bridge. The decor was very much like Scarface, but once again, it was the 80s. ChiChi was getting mad because one of the guards ordered me to take off my clothes to make sure I’m not wearing a wire and he immediately was like “I checked her already, why do you want to see a naked teenager?”, almost fighting him. It ended when the boss came out, asking why y’all fighting in his house this late?” as he’s wearing this silk robe.”

“What was the obsession with silk back then?” asked Terry.

“Luxury. Very soft. Shining. Easy to clean. Was also cheap back then. If you owned anything that had that, you were looked upon as someone who has money.” as she makes the money gesture.

“And in this instance, Angél Keita was very rich. Or El Padrino Negro y Marrón: Black Brown Godfather. One of the most well known drug lords that managed to never get caught nor charged in his lifetime. A whole Afro-Mexican running his own business and allegedly a hothead, but he seemed normal to me. He came down and cursed everyone out, until he got to me. Asked me who I was, with ChiChi telling him I was the new worker that was coming in. He ordered me and ChiChi into his office, closing the door behind him. Asked me the same questions ChiChi did, hand over my documents, explain what he’s expecting in someone who’s a packer, since that’s what I started out as.” as she sees the line moving, making her step forward.

She watches Terry move the cart up as the man she doesn’t recognize gets in line, just a few customers behind.

“Can we switch?” she asked, looking at Terry.

“Something wrong?” he replied, a concerned look on his face.

She leans forward, making sure the man doesn’t see her talking to him.

“There’s a tall, brownish black man, about 4 customers behind, that keeps staring at me. Wearing an olive green polo shirt, black sweats, and Adidas stripes sneakers. I think he’s been following us the whole time, but I’m not sure.” she whispered, looking back a bit.

Terry nods as he switches with her, him now standing on the side and Toni standing behind the cart.

She notices his grip tightening on the basket, his veins slightly popping out around his hand as he looks at the man, who then looks away.

“I’ll call O’Blac when we get home.” he said, exhaling loudly.

Toni traces over his veins, hearing his breath skip as he looks down, seeing her face looking mesmerized.

“His hands looked exactly like yours. Angél’s hands, by the way. Much older, but seemed to still have his youth spirit in him. He wanted me to follow his demonstration of how to properly identify, weight, fill, and pack the product. Which I did. Did it so effortlessly. Then, he told me to do it myself to determine where he’ll put me since he has four different groups of packers. Group 1 was the experts, meaning he can rely on them for most of the product. Group 2 was great, but timing is what holds them back and that’s where ChiChi was. Group 3 was decent, but 50/50. Meaning you’re good at two of the four, but suck in the other two. And Group 4 was bad, meaning you only excel at one of the four or suck in all of them.” she said, removing her hand.

“So you wanted to avoid being in the last two groups.” he said, intrigued.

“Correct.” she nodded, moving up a bit as the line moved again.

“So I did my test, with one minute as my time. Identify the product as MDMA since it was circular and had his initials on it, had to be under 5 oz, which I poured the correct amount. Didn’t overfill or it would be the one to mess up the weight scale as he was strict about that. And put the correct label on it. Finished with 42.1 seconds left, which impressed ChiChi but wasn’t sure if Angél was agreeing since it’s hard to map out his expressions. He looked at everything, thought about it, and said after a few more minutes of waiting: Group 1.” she said, smiling a bit.

“He was impressed with how fast I identified the drug, how careful I filled it into its container, and how accurately I placed the label. Said I beat someone’’s time by 8 seconds and he’ll keep a close eye on me. Spent about…4, maybe 5 months as a packer before I got moved up to seller with ChiChi. He said selling was gonna be hard as I had to make sure I wasn’t selling to a customer who was working with the Feds, on a rival’s territory, and in a way that is gonna make the customer either come back or refer me to some other people. So I went out, roaming around the area to figure out a good strategy to sell without getting caught.”

“You two can go to the one on far end right.” said the cashier, pointing at it.

They listened, going down to the right, parking the cart in front of the scanner. Terry grabs the first item and begins scanning, carefully placing it in the bag.

“What did you do?” he asked, placing the first two bags in the cart.

“There was this strip club him and ChiChi frequented. It was called Tastee’s. I went in there, watching how the girls interacted with their customers, seeing some managed to take them into a private room. I came there a lot, a popular one noticed me on my next trip. Her name was *Honey. Gorgeous, sun kissed brown skin, sculpted like a goddess, an Afro so big and poofy, wore 70s styled makeup, and she always had gold glitter on her body and hair. Smelled very sweet, fruity, and floral. I can see why she was popular: she owned it. She thought I was interested in being a stripper, but I told her no as I’m just trying to figure out a way to sell drugs without getting caught or having people come to me to buy. I was expecting her to tell me to go, but she offered to help.”

Terry stopped, astound by that as he scanned the water underneath.

“A stripper helped you become Sweet Tooth?”

“Yes. She told me that his rival’s sales were becoming stiff because he raised the price on all his stuff, hence why they never see any of the sellers around here anymore. She was also cool with Angél and ChiChi, which is why I think she wanted to help me. She noted that since it’s most likely gonna be men as the customers, you have to dress, wear a scent, and act in a way to get them to buy. They loved short dresses, anything sugary and spicy, and when the woman is being sweet. Put all of that together and a smile: Sweet Tooth.” she said as she hands him the sugar.

He takes it and scans it, placing it in the bag as he sees the man in line, being second up.

“My first sale was there. I saw this guy Honey just took money from who definitely takes ecstasy since he was a frequent customer. I got up, fix myself, and pretending I accidentally bumped into him to get his attention, which worked. He was interested, indulged with my charm and the way I complimented him. I showed him the product and he rejected it at first, saying “I ain’t pay $7 for that.” and pushed it away. Told him that’s not who I work for and we sell ours for $4, which got him even more interested. Bought three off me before Honey came to get him. Left and dropped off how much I made to Angél, which I told him it wasn’t a lot but he said it was fine since it was your first day. Went back the next day…..made $5,000.”

“Damn. You went up that fast overnight.” he said, scanning the last few items.” he said, watching her nod.

“Had a good experience taking that, he told his friends and other customers about me. Went from $5,000 a night to $8,000 when he allowed me to go to other places around the areas. “Look for this Sweet Tooth woman!” “Sweet Tooth is who you need to go see!” “Hey, Sweet Tooth! You got some white girl and skunk on you? How much?” “Lend me some of that magic, Sweet Tooth.” Went from being on the bottom of the barrel to the top of pyramid less than a year working for him. Then I was able to travel to different cities across California to sell. Then to other neighboring states. Eventually, he chose me to run his Ensenada, Mexico section by ‘88. Made the most money I have ever seen out there. Met some nice guys too.”

Terry watches her lower her head as she closes her eyes, with her seeing the memory of Angél on his deathbed showing.

“Was his best seller for 12 years. We didn’t see it coming at all when they told us to come back to San Diego for an emergency meeting. I told ChiChi that doesn’t sound good, but he reassured that it was probably them opening a new spot. Instead, when we got there, he was laid out on bed in the middle of the floor, hooked to a machine. He told us that he had been secretly battling lung cancer for the last years, with the last few months increasing it from stage 2 to stage 4 and he knew he didn’t have much time left. So he told us that we will find out who’ll take over the business after the funeral, but he wants to say his goodbyes to each one of us privately so he can leave with everyone he cared about on a good note.”

She opened her eyes, seeing him watching with somberness in his eyes.

“When it was my turn, I went in. Telling myself to hold it together…..but I knew I wouldn’t by the end. He thanked me for giving him the most sales he has ever made in his life, saying I came at the perfect time when he thought he was about to go under like his rivals did. Said after his wife of an amazing 45 years, their three girls who he loved to pieces, I was the third most important woman in his life. I asked “Over your mother?” and he told me she been dead for a while, she’ll live.” she said, making the both of them laugh.

“Always saw me as his fourth daughter and was very protective, but not to the extreme. Truth is, I thought he was a better father to me than my own. Which says a lot. He said he hopes what I do continues on after his death, kissed my hand, and told me to get home safe. Left there with tears falling. About an hour later, he was gone.”

Terry paid the bill, grabbing the receipt as he motioned Toni to come, pulling the cart. She sniffles, taking out a tissue to wipe her tears as they walk out.

“Funeral came and the next day was the read of his will. Had everything divided between the people he wanted to leave something for. Gave his wife the house they stayed in, a lot of the older cars, a lot of money, and a lifetime warranty of going to the Bahamas for the rest of her life. His daughters got most of his jewelry, condos, money, and most of the newer cars he just bought. ChiChi was assigned as second in command of the business, gifted the big mansion in Miami, and the rest of his massive cigar collection. Lastly, it was my turn. He left me the house in The Hamptons, the house in Jamaica, the house in Puerto Rico, two Cadillac Fleetwoods, and a big diamond necklace he didn’t get to wear.” as she blows her nose.

“We thought that was the end of the reading until his lawyer said “And the person who will taking over the Keita Enterprises business will be….‘Sweet Tooth’ Stonia Vikes. Effectively immediately.” I was shocked, couldn’t believe he didn’t go with any of his longtime business partners, but with me. I cried about it for a few days, being afraid to be running something he was so good at. But ChiChi boosted me up, saying I’ll be a good transition from him and the business will go up.”

They stop at the car as Terry opens the trunk, beginning to place the bags in as she helped him, watching their surroundings.

“He was right. I ended up having the greatest run I never thought I had. Enjoyed that lifestyle. But I always wondered if my growing addiction to drinking contributed to losing everything……or maybe I just thought I was invincible.”

She finished placing the last bag in, closing the trunk as she looks Terry, who was leaning against the cart.

“Oh well. Life doesn’t turn out how you wanted. Tough pill for me to swallow.”

“……do you hate him? For what he did?” he asked.

Toni shrugs, not sure how to answer that.

“Ask me again in a few months.” she replied, walking to the passenger side of the car.

Terry watches her get in before pushing the cart to a holding station, placing it in there. He sees the man walk out of the store, heading in the opposite direction.

He takes out his phone and takes a few pictures of him, zoomed in and all before walking back to the car, getting in.

Toni finishes wiping her face as Terry starts the car, looking over.

“Craving anything? I know you hungry after all that crying.” he said, watching her smile a bit.

“….a spicy chicken sandwich. And some fries.” she replied, looking at him.

“Think I know a place that has that.”

“Well, hurry before the frozen food defrosts.”

Terry nods as he looks both ways before pulling out, driving to the fast food place he has in mind.

Few Months Later

Toni is sitting outside, looking out to the lake, scanning for details with her binoculars.

Wearing a white lace cut out sundress, hair in beach curls, and no shoes, she enjoys the breeze against her skin as the sun beams down.

She sees two swans floating on the water, both having a bright orange-pink gradient beaks, forming a cute little heart.

Perfect, she said, seeing them float away, cuddled up.

She smiles before dipping her dry paint brush into the cup of water, dipping it in white paint, and begins the outline of the swans on her canvas.

Toni finally found something she enjoyed doing as a hobby: painting.

She picked it up when her and Terry were walking downtown, exercising as Agent O’Blac and his FBI team investigate the stalker a little more at the house. They haven’t seen him anywhere since that day, wondering if he’s hiding or he ran off because Terry saw him.

They ran past an arts store, which caught Toni’s eye, making them stop.

She saw a wheeled paint brush set being on clearance for $100 displayed on the window front, containing different brushes, 150 colors (50 each for water, oil, and acrylic), 20 glitter colors, a easel, a pack of 20 canvas (five for each size), a palette, sponges, and five different sized paint knife.

She convinced him to let her buy it, in which he did. And now here she is, on her third painting.

This time, the lake is her muse. She detailed the water perfectly with its green-slight blue tone, capturing its reflecting with some white and silver lines.

The trees that stretch to the shore that’s not far from the house are encrypted on the edges in black to draw out the bark and branches.

Some brown tones are used as lines to bring it out more, and colorful leaves of different shades accompanies it.

The pink-orange sky sets the mood, with cotton candy like clouds floating, used with the sponges to create.

She’s in her element that she was looking for. peace and sober. She hears movement, which makes her turn around.

Seeing the living room sliding doors open, she watches Terry wheel out a cart with different foods on there: marinated ribs, marinated steak, chopped onions and peppers, burger patties, hot dogs, both hot dog and burger buns, cheese, and corn tortillas, heading to the grill.

“Need some help?” she asked loudly, watching him look in her direction.

“I ain’t know you was out here.” he replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Better yet, why are you not on the second level like I told you to be on?” he asked, crossing his arms.

He’s wearing a white wife beater, blue flared jeans, and a pair of black boots. Dressed like a cowboy working on his farm.

This is also the fourth time they have worn the same color, different outfit styles.

“Thought it was safe since we haven’t seen the man.” she replied, looking back at her canvas.

“Also wanted to get a closer look for my painting.” as she continued painting the swans.

Terry smiles a bit, coming down slowly to see her work.

“I’ll let you slide this time. Next time, stay on the second level.” he replied, getting closer.

Toni nodded, hearing his footsteps behind as he stops, leaning over a bit.

He’s impressed with how fast she accustomed to painting, her style matching her real well as she dips the brush in the water, cleaning it off.

He looks at her right shoulder, noticing a small bird rest on a flower tattoo on it, examining it.

“You have a back tattoo?” he asked, making her look back.

“Mmhm.” she nodded. “Got it during year 2 of working for Angél.”

“What’s the meaning?”

“Our state bird and state flower: a cactus wren and a saguaro cactus blossom.”

“May I?”

She nods, feeling him move her head to the side as he traces over it, feeling his soft fingers gliding against her skin.

“Why it feels like I’m learning something new about you every week?”

“Cause you’re slacking on your job maybe.”

“Trust me…I’m not.” as he leaned into her ear.

She looks up, seeing his eyes glaring at her in a ferocious way, making her wanting to touch him. But she doesn’t, slightly brushing her shoulder past his leg, making him laugh a bit.

“You know what you can do to make the water pop out more?” he asked, leaning in closer as he looks at the water detailing.

Toni looks at him, watching him pick up the glitter watercolor palette.

“Maybe add a bit of glitter to it. So whenever a source of light shines, it brings out a reflective effect. Just like how the actual lake looks right now.” he said, a brightness coming out of him.

“Hm. What color do you suggest?” she asked, putting her paint brush in the cup.

“Silver might be a little too clunky. But, if you mix a bit of this teal and orange, you might have a pretty gradient to it.” as he points at both colors.

Toni reaches over to grab two clean brushes: one for the teal and one for the orange. She picks them up, dips them in the cup to wet them before swiping over and adding the colors to the canvas, seeing it bring out the water a little more like he said.

“Wow….it looks prettier now.” she said smiling, adding more to the rest.

“Glad you liked it.”

“Thank you.” as she looks at him. “I appreciate the suggestion.

He nods as he watches her turn forward and resume painting. She becomes more intrigued, adding some of her flair as he walks back to the grill, leaving her to be.

She finished most of the painting by the time he was done grilling.

Finished the swans, the water, added some bugs and birds to the trees, and add an unfinished black circle to bring out some of the fireflies when it’s night out after it dries down.

The two are in the kitchen, putting the leftovers away and washing the dishes. She finishes the last one, placing it in the rack before washing her hands.

Drying them off with a towel, she turns around and sees Terry watching at her, leaning against the refrigerator.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, tossing the towel onto the counter.

“No.” as he shooked his head.

“White looks great on you.” he added as he walks up.

“Thanks.” she said, eyeing him down.

He stops just a few feet away, watching her move a bit.

“What do you want?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Dodge my hit.” he said, backing up a bit.

“What do you m—“ she began to ask.

She’s cut off when she saw his arm swing at her, ducking just in time.

“Good. At least someone uses their survival skills.” he said, helping her back into position.

“What was that for?!” she said, pushing him back.

“Just a test. In case something happens when I’m not around.” as he put his hands into his pockets.

“….and that’s all?”

“Yeah. Unless you don’t know how to defend yourself from being put into a hold.”

Toni looks away, not responding to that, which Terry took an immediate note of.

“You don’t know how to defend yourself….” he said in a shocked way.

“That’s a job my men did to protect me. And only defense I knew was how to use a gun.” she replied.

He nodded, still in disbelief as he grabs her hand, pulling her gently with him.

“What are you doing?” as she tries to snatch her arm, but his grip tightens.

“I’m gonna show you what to do in case someone tries to put you in a hold so you can’t move or run.” he replied, walking them to the living room.

He lets her go before moving the table back a bit, giving them space. He turns his attention back to her, who’s waiting with annoyance.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

She shrugs as he claps his hands together.

“See this distance between us? That’s the good amount of space you should have when you come across an intruder or an attacker. However, if they run up like *this.”

Suddenly, Terry was just a few feet away from Toni, dashing in a blink of an eye.

“Be prepare to fight. That was the main thing my instructor wanted us to remember whether we were gonna be on the field or see a potential threat somewhere in the streets.”

“So if they grab you like this…” as he grabs her arm.

“What’s the first thing you do?”

“Slap them.” she replied quickly, which made him laugh.

“Yeah, that’s usually the first move. But that’s also a move you want to avoid as they can potentially grab your other arm after you pull your hand back.”

“Oh.” she uttered.

“So. When they get attached of your arm, try to use your free hand to push their hand off by poking their socket and that will loosen the grip fully or a bit.” as he demonstrates, bringing her free hand to his socket.

“If you got sharp nails, fake or not, you might have to claw as well. Some people got a grip you can’t get out of.” he added, watching her laugh.

“Okay. What’s next?” she asked.

“You have to be very fast with the next move or you get trapped. As you feel or see that the grip is loose or gone, grab his arm tightly. Duck underneath it, but don’t let go. Bring it to their back, keeping it in a holding lock until you’re able to either put them in a hold or pin them to the ground or to a wall until help arrives.”

She nodded, trying to take all the instructions. He just laid out into our mind. Which seems like a lot.

“Wanna give it a try?” he asked.

“Yeah.” she said softly, watching him step back a bit.

She watches his whole demeanor as he walks up, stopping at a certain spot. He grabs her arm quickly and she tries to loosen the grip, but was a few seconds late as he turned her around fast, having her arm against her, bringing her into a hold.

“Too slow.” he said, feeling her pant hard against his body.

“You’re too fast.” she replied, feeling him let her go.

“Let’s try again. Go slow, but not too fast.” he said. repositioning himself.

She nods as she fixes her dress, repositioning herself.

The scenario starts over again, with him walking up and stopping in the same spot he was in.

He grabs her arm, having a tight grip.

She moves at a good pace, poking his socket, which loosen a bit. But she didn’t move fast enough and once again, he got her into a hold.

“Fuck.” she whispered, feeling him smiling a bit.

“You didn’t push deep enough into the socket.”

“This is not going to work, is it?”

“Don’t say that.” as he leans down, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You’re almost there. Just move fast when the grip is loose or gone, Toni.” as he rubs her other shoulder.

He lets go of her, and they get back into the positions.

“One more time.” he said, clearly his throat.

She readjusts her hair, now having a determined expression on her face.

It begins again as he walks up, in his same spot.

He grabs her arm, having a much tighter grip.

Toni pokes his socket very hard, which loosens up his hold as he groans, ducking under his arm immediately while grabbing it.

She pulls his arm behind and holds it, trying to wrap the other one, which he’s trying to fight against. He looses his footing, making the both of them tumble to the floor, with her landing on top of him.

Toni lifts her head up, laughing as Terry follows behind, laughing too.

“I got you this time, just you didn’t want me to grab the other arm!” she said, tapping his chest.

“Mmhm. I’ll let you win this time, but next time, act like you want them out.” he replied, tracing over her leg.

She nods as she sits up, was about to stand up until she felt a pair of hands hooking under her thighs, lifting her up.

She looks down and sees Terry standing up, holding her until he was off the ground, putting her down on her feet.

The two stared at each other for a few minutes, gently tracing over each other’s bodies as Toni looks down, nearly jumping back.

Down around his lower half, poking through the fabric was the most thickest and slight curve dick she has ever seen, jumping through.

“Oh.” he said quietly, pulling away and hiding it with his hand, which covers most of it.

Damn, he got some big hands, she uttered, watching him back away slowly with a slightly flustered face.

“Didn’t know that happened. And sorry if you may have felt…” he begins, but he’s cut off by her hand.

“Stop. Its okay. I um….have that effect on men.” she said, watching him smile.

“Well, still. Especially from a respectful stance.”

She nods, understanding where he’s coming from. He turns away, heading towards the stairs.

“Have a good night, Toni.”

“Oh, you’re not gonna check my room?” she asked, but he waves it off.

“I’ll skip for the night. I’ll just resume it in the morning.” he said, walking up the stairs.

“Ok. Good night, Terry.” she added, watching him walking to his room.

He opens and closes the door very fast, locking it before moving more.

“I could’ve helped, you know.” she said, walking out.

Toni giggles as she walks to where her shoes were, sliding them on before heading to the living room doors.

Sliding one of the doors open, she steps out, leaving one open, so she can come back in.

Tiptoeing quietly, she heads over to the garden, looking up to where Terry’s room is, making sure he’s asleep. His light wasn’t on, signaling that he wasn’t up.

Kneeling down, she feels around the willow bushes, searching for something she hid that she needed it right now.

“Come on. I know you’re in here because he didn’t even check today.” she said, making sure she wasn’t loud enough for him to hear.

Finally, she felt something cold, picking it up.

“There you are.” she said, bring it to her face.

It was a bottle of Rochioli Chardonnay, her favorite white white that she took from their recent store trip a few days ago without him or them noticing.

She smiles as she begins opening it, quietly uncorking the bottle before taking a big sip, feeling it burn a little.

“Damn. You still taste so good even after hiding for a while.” she said, laughing a bit.

She walks to one of the side chairs, taking a seat as she begins drinking more of it while checking to see if he’s not awake.

Although she was happy with being sober, she just wanted to scratch the itch of tasting alcohol one more time before committing to a sober life for good.

She never done anything stupid besides act a bit flirtatious and loud, but she can also see how it starts to affect the way she ran things, which is why she stopped for a while before resuming again.

And this time, she’s gonna stop. After she finishes this bottle.

After drinking for the next hour, she shook the bottle hard. Feeling that it had nothing left in it, she tossed it into the lake, hearing it PLOP!

“Alright……le-let’s go to bed!” she utters, getting up.

Off a buzzy and kindled feeling , she nearly fell a few times as she walked, but kept her balance, closing and locking the doors quietly.

She noticed the lights were off, but can’t remember if she turned them off before she went outside or not.

Didn’t matter to her because she was in the house at least.

Heading up the stairs, she damn near struggled with it as she almost fell a few times, which made her laugh obnoxiously. She finally made it to the top, walking to her door.

Opening the door, she walks in, closing the door and taking off her shoes in a stumbling way, giggling.

After doing that, she looks up and sees a shadowy figure sitting on her bed, making her jump back, hitting the door.

“Stay back!” she yells, holding up her hands.

The figure gets up, slowly walking to her, which makes her even more uncomfortable.

“Don’t….don’t make me get my bodyguard to fuck y…you up!” she yells, hiccuping a bit.

The figure steps into the light coming from the moon, revealing itself as Terry, making Toni drops her hands and her fear skyrocket.

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right, Stonia.” he said, a livid look on his face.

She tries to open the door, but gives up as he blocks it, locking the door before dragging her away, tossing her on the bed, making her scream.

“Where were you?” he asked, standing on the bedside.

She looked at him, not sure if she should defy or tell him the truth.

Or should she have fun with him.

A/N II: Had to divide this into two as I got hit with a limited characters message. However, this means part two is on the way very soon. Didn’t realize O’Blac sounds like O Block. Promise that was not on purpose. But hoped y’all liked this! Part II is coming though!

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hongjoong coworker headcanons <3

a/n: a whole bunch of people got laid off at my company today, so it only seems right that i cope by escaping into thoughts of coworker!ateez <3 please enjoy the precious gem that is coworker!hongjoong :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 1k | warnings: none really! one mention of food | pairing: coworker!hongjoong x gn!reader | requests: open

everyone, and i mean absolutely everyone, wants to be mentored by hongjoong

they don’t care if they aren’t even in the same department as hongjoong

they just KNOW that he is the best ally and support system to have in the office

everyone also says his face is a workplace perk most people are too scared to say thing within earshot of hongjoong lmao

hongjoong knows everything people say about him, but he doesn’t let on

instead, he simply does his job and minds his business

things change when you start working at the company

you were hired in not only the same department, but same team as hongjoong

so your supervisor assigned hongjoong as your mentor

hongjoong, ever the professional, happily accepts and promises to train you well, so you can succeed in your new role

this all happens before you have a chance to learn hongjoong’s lore at the office

so you are wildly confused by the shocked and jealous stares from your coworkers as hongjoong walks you to your desk

it also feels suspicious that seemingly everybody is walking by your desk while hongjoong gives you a brief introduction to workflows, programs, etc.

but you, like hongjoong, are just trying to mind your business and do your job

which is actually super easy because hongjoong knows every single hack, automation, etc that means you can get your work done without being slowed down by tedious tasks

he’s a genius but so casual about it that you’re just sitting there like :-0 ??? how does he know everything ???

he chuckles when he sees your face and assures you that it’s just because he’s been there for ages and that soon enough you’ll be exactly the same way

you doubt it but appreciate his confidence in you LOL

at the end of your first week, hongjoong offers to take you to lunch

he says your boss is paying for it because it is “team bonding” so you agree 

what you didn’t know was that this team bonding would include hongjoong spilling ALL the tea in the office

he wasn’t gossiping in a cruel way, but he felt it was his duty, as your mentor, to give context on all the looks you were receiving

hongjoong finds it hilarious and adorable when you look at him with an absolutely shocked face

he just sits back while it sinks in for you, and, based on your reaction, hongjoong knows for sure that he finally has a friend in the office

he can tell that you won’t treat him like he’s different, which is a massive relief for him

so, from that day on, he makes it his mission to be both an amazing mentor AND a good friend

he stops by your desk for little check-ins and spends his breaks with you, whether sipping on coffee or walking around outside

hongjoong remembers everything you tell him about your life like he’s an incredible listener

you joke that it’s creepy he pays SO much attention to every detail you share and he says his resume didn’t say “detailed-oriented” for nothing

that is the moment you realize he is a complete dork LOL

speaking of dorky hongjoong

whenever he offers you a “cheer up!” or “you’ve got this!” it feels so much like a proud parent cheering on their child

he complains when you say this because “at least i should be an older brother but a DAD?!?!”

hongjoong is sulky but that goes away as soon as you buy him his favorite drink

you also changed his contact to “dad” but he doesn’t need to know that <3

he isn’t beating the dad/older brother allegations any time soon because he nags you once he gets comfortable with you 

it’s always with a smile on his face and full of care

but he will nag you about keeping your desk clean, using better handwriting, making your presentations more stylistic, etc

like sorry when did he become a judge instead of a mentor ???

it’s okay though because he lets you return the favor by nagging him constantly <3

hongjoong pretends not to like it when you nag him, but it fills his heart because that means you’re comfortable with him too :,-)

it also adds to everyone’s jealousy because you two are CLEARLY close and hongjoong finds their envy ridiculous and hilarious 

he definitely brags about how close you two are like he thinks you’re incredible and that everyone should be jealous they don’t know you like he does

somehow dating rumors start of course and when asked about it, you and hongjoong always reply with “wouldn’t you like to know”

hongjoong made you promise to give that answer because he thinks it’s fun to mess with everyone LMAO

he has so much fun with you that, to show his appreciation, hongjoong gets you a gift for your one-year anniversary at the company, including a handwritten note

he makes you promise not to open it while he’s with you because he doesn’t want either of you to feel awkward

later, once you read the note, you understand exactly why he requested this

the note starts with him praising your work ethic and improvement because he’s a proud mentor :,-)

at the end, he confesses that, before you started working there, he felt pretty isolated

it was like he was on an island or in a fish bowl, being watched from afar by everyone else

after that first lunch, and the many, many conversations you shared afterward, hongjoong finally felt like he belonged there

you made hongjoong feel like he belonged

that was something he was immensely grateful for, so he promised to pay you back by supporting you as a coworker and person, so you never felt like you were alone or an outsider

hongjoong tries to play it off the next time he sees you, but the sparkle in his eye when you thank him for being such a good colleague and friend reveals just how much he cherishes you in the workplace and beyond <333

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Hi!!

I am totally obsessed with your fics!!! Your writing 🤌💕

I just wanted to request a fic where the reader is new to the task force but she's experienced and tough. Vibez similar to Ghost to elaborate she's more scary than Ghost cuz of her past maybe she was experimented on or trained brutally....

Reader is working hard to prove herself even if everyone knows she's the most lethal person. So one time she gets injured badly while protecting someone from the 141( probably Ghost 👉👈) and she wakes up has an emotional moment Ghost comes know about her Trauma . More like hurt/comfort....

Happy Writing 💝

Guilt-Tripped

CW: Mentions/references of kidnapping, torture, canon typical violenece Part 2, Part 3 Hiii Anon!! First off, thank you! Secondly, I am so, so, so sorry for how long this took😭 I did make this a two parter, the first part is kinda like backstoryish and the second part will be the actual story. I was gonna wait until I finished both to post but you have been waiting for way to long so I'll give you the first part now instead of waiting, again I am so sorry! I hope you like it :)) Summary: F!Reader was a part of a special program(LMK if you can guess what it is) and once she was released she joined the military.

WC: 1467 As always, I didn't proof read so lmk if there are any mistakes :3

Life had not been kind to you. Ripped from your family at a very young age, you had never known the type of love and safety a nurturing home could provide. Instead, you grew up in the confines of a Russian base, with cruel instructors and a dwindling group of girls as your only companions.

From the moment you could walk, you had been told you were a weapon. A lethal force to be honed and trained, nothing more than a tool for others to use to further their games. Brainwashed, tortured, and trained into submission, a perfect puppet. Both your brain and body were sculpted into absolute perfection, a rigorous process most people did not survive. By day, they trained to be a lethal force, an unstoppable, unnoticeable, killing machine. At night, you were handcuffed to your bed, listening to the screams of students who did not make the cut.(to this day you sleep handcuffed)

You watched, at first in horror, then with a sense of detachment, as your friendsrivals bit the dust, unable to keep up with what the program demanded of them. It got better as you got older, less girls died from their tasks. But in some ways it got worse. It was a competition now, a fight to see who would remain victorious, to see who would come out on top. It was not a place for friendship and comradery, and you learned that quickly.

You stopped trying to make friends with the other students when you were forced to shoot your best friend in the head after giving her some of your dinner when she was being punished. You were 8. And you stopped trying to even just be friendly with the other girls at 10 years old, when the instructor broke every bone in your hands after your bunkmate framed you for something you didn't do. To this day your hands are not the same, always hurting and forever scarred.

Your world was kill or be killed, and you'd be dammed if you didn't come out on top.

And come out on top you did. You graduated top of your class, a position you had fought and killed for, won through bloodshed and pain. If you had a conscience, it would have been screaming at you for the things you had done to get to the top(You laid awake every night consumed by guilt and grief)

The program was disbanded(re: destroyed) when you hit 18, just two weeks after your 'graduation'. You were given two options: Join the American military, or face a life sentence in prison. 

You had a lifetime of sins to atone for, and knew there was only one way to even begin to ease your guilt. Two days later your background was sealed up and you were shipped off to boot camp. 

And you excelled. This was nothing to you. What was a six mile run when you used to run until you passed out, then wake up and keep going? What was surviving on four hours of sleep when sleep deprivation had been the norm your whole life? What was any of this compared to what you had been forced to do everyday since you were five? 

You scared your instructors. And the other recruits. And everyone else you came into contact with. And you were fine with that. You didn't like when people got close to you anyhow.

Love got you nowhere in the world. It was a lesson you learned hard and fast. You did not care for others, they did not care for you. And you liked it that way. Until you met the 141.

A woman named General Laswell came to you one day with a job offer. Well, not a job offer exactly, but more of a…transfer of positions. A small, (mostly)four-man team that she oversaw.

You had gotten disciplined for beating the ever-loving shit out of a recruit the week before, and Laswell had watched it all unfold. She went back to her office, read your full file, and decided you would make a good fit for John's team.

You took a look at your bunk, at the trunk that held zero worldly possessions, realized there is nothing for you here, and said yes. 

Price had not wanted a new recruit, and told Laswell as much. She simply said he had a penchant for picking up strays and left your file on his desk. It took him a week to actually get curious enough to read it. A paper copy, the only one in existence that had your full, undisclosed background. He pretended he didn’t see her smug grin when he hit accept on your transfer application. 

You had been trained since youth to fight and to kill, yes, but your true purpose was espionage. You were trained to study those around you, to lie, to mold yourself to the expectations of those around you. You excelled at fitting into your surroundings, at assimilating perfectly with your peers. It was all you were good for, in your opinion. So you asked Laswell for files on your new teammates. And she gave them to you. They were full of gaping holes and redacted information, but there was enough there for you to profile them. 

Soap would be the most receptive to you. He most likely would also be the one to not give up in trying to get you to be open with them. Gaz would be receptive as well, but you know that your sealed background would put him on edge, Ghost, well…Ghost was a lot like you from what you could piece together. Yet another person who learned that the world was cruel and unforgiving, who had learned the lesson that love does nothing but hurt. And because he was like you, you knew he would trust you the least.

You felt a small pang in your chest when looking at this masked photo that you hadn’t felt in years. Not quite sadness, but…pity? No. It was different, it was sympathy. It weirded you out. 

It was hard at first, joining the 141. You had court-mandated therapy you had had to attend, and you had slowly come to realize that some trust was good, necessary even, for life. You knew you wouldn’t be able to open yourself up to them, that you would never be able to feel the sense of brotherhood you had seen amongst other soldiers, but you wanted to try. 

It was harder than you thought it would be. Hard joining men who already had comradery, who had a bond that had been forged with blood, sweat, and tears. men who weren't sure how to fit another person, much less a female, into their group. 

As you suspected, Soap was the most receptive. He was fun, you thought. His Scottish accent and affinity for filling the silence made him a very pleasant conversationalist. You didn’t have to do any of the talking.

Gaz was wary of you, but did a good job of not showing it. As you suspected, he stopped inviting you out after you said ‘no thanks’ for the third time. 

Ghost didn’t like you. You could see it in the slight tensing of his muscles when you walked in the room, the way his eyes pinched when you spoke. 

It was a rough, rocky start, full of distrust and misunderstandings. Everything about you set his senses on high alert. They way you could sneak up on him completely silent, the way you could hold your own when you sparred with him, even the way you moved had his hair standing on end. It wasn’t until a mission that would have ended with Soap's death if you hadn’t risked your life to shove him out of the way that Ghost began to trust you. 

And then he began to notice something else about you. And the more he noticed, the more concerned he grew. He noticed the way you threw yourself into battle, what little regard you held for your own life. He noticed how you never instigated conversation, never gave away the slightest bit of information that could be used against you. Noticed that you always wore gloves. In fact, he's never once seen your hands.

His constant observations of you had an unintended side effect. The longer he watched you, the more he realized you were a lot like him, the more he was drawn to you. And vice-versa. 

You found yourself willfully seeking Ghost out, willingly sharing information with him. Nothing about your past, no, you would never tell anyone the things you had done. But little things, how you liked the food served this week, how your mission went, that your new pants were really itchy. And he told you things too. Told you really bad jokes, told you Soaps stupid Scottish saying of the week. And slowly you branched out, agreeing to go to the bar the next time Soap asked you, telling Gaz that you liked his new sunglasses. 

It was nice, having people who looked at you like you meant something to them. Having people who didn’t know what you’d done, people who didn’t look at you with disgust and distrust. It was nice to have…friends. 

So of course everything had to go downhill from there.

End scene :3 let me know what you think!!6 and be on the look out for pt.2, I hope you're ready for a buttload of angst >:) Also requests are open <3

[allthelovehes]

Unholy*

Summary: You follow a course through your job and the teacher who's giving the course is everything you've ever dreamed of.

Pairing: teacher!harry x reader

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: Pussy eating, protective sex, squirting, p in v.

A/N:  This is partially based on a true story. Nearly everything but the smut is what actually happened and I just had to write it.

Ever since starting your new job, you must attend an internal program at headquarters for three-ish months, completely designed to train you for all the ins and outs of your position. It’s not like you have to go there every single week. But you have a perfect little schedule; you go to headquarters two weeks in a row, two days a week followed by a week where you practice all you’ve learned. Then two weeks of your training, two days a week and you repeat it over and over again for 11 weeks total. 

Since headquarters is an hour and fifteen-minute drive from your home, they offer you to stay the night at a hotel near them so you don’t have to keep on driving back and forth. They also pay for your dinner in the restaurant of the hotel and since you’re not the only student taking the course who lives relatively far away, you made some friends and all eat together. After dinner, you all hang out, down a few more glasses of chardonnay, and have a great night. 

The course itself is presented by two men, Chris and Harry. Chris is a couple of years older than you are and Harry is roughly the same age. Both of them are a treat to look at so whether you like the course or not, there’s always something interesting to occupy your brain with. Although if you’re truly honest, you do have a favorite and it gets worse when the end of the three months is in sight.

***

It’s the second to last week of your program. Normally you travel by train, read a book while you’re at it, and enjoy the peaceful start of your day. But today was different, you’re a bit in a hurry and decide to take your car and make the long ride yourself. Putting up some music and singing along at the top of your lungs.

Traffic isn’t as bad as you expected and instead of being stuck in your car for over two hours, it only took one and half hours. Normally the route is packed with traffic, causing a lot of slow-riding cars and traffic jams. But again, today was different.

Being 55 minutes early before the start of your training, you’re left with some more time to yourself. The book you normally would read on the train is in your bag anyway. So you grab a cup of coffee, pull the book out of your bag, and start reading to somehow still get a bit of the quiet morning you’re used to. 

You just finished reading your chapter when the door of the room swings open. You look up and your eyes meet the pretty green eyes you’ve grown to adore. You never imagined you’d still crush as hard at 26 as you did at 16. It’s like the teen inside you is awakened by Harry’s chocolate curls, green eyes, and puffy lips. 

“Good morning!” You greet him.

“Good morning. You’re early!” He chirps with a warm smile on his face. He always seems cheerful, just happy to be here. It makes you feel so welcome in this company. “How long have you been here for?” He adds.

“Not more than 15 minutes I think, honestly didn’t really track time.” You answer.

“Did the elevator work when you got here? I just had to climb the stairs.” He continues, there’s not even a shortness of breath even though he just climbed all 17 flights of stairs to reach the level on which the company is located. 

“You’re kidding! How are you still breathing?” You joke, but you’re actually not kidding. If you had to walk all those stairs, you’d be out of breath by the time you reach the 5th floor. Harry however just laughs at your statement before he puts down his backpack behind his desk. 

He made up this little routine of settling down for the day. First, he places down his backpack and takes out his laptop. Then he opens his laptop to boot it before he pulls his sweater over his head. This man doesn’t like to wear coats, he just puts a sweater on top of his outfit and uses that to keep himself warm. 

You thought you sort of removed him from your mind after not seeing him for a couple of weeks. Harry went on a well-deserved vacation and Chris took over during that time. So the last time you actually saw Harry was 5 weeks ago. But the second he pulled that sweater of his over his head, pulling his shirt a tiny bit upwards in the process had you melting right in front of him. The waistband of his boxers peeks out from his pants. You immediately recognize the brand he’s wearing by the colorful print on them. And let’s not even get started about his delicious happy trail. It’s a good thing his view is blocked by the fabric of his sweater because you for sure are struggling to keep your eyes to yourself.

“So, would you like some coffee?” He suggests as he folds his sweater over the back of his chair. You’re quick to agree on his offer. “Cappuccino right?” 

“Yes, please! I’m surprised you remember how I like my coffee.” You giggle, feeling a blush creep upon your cheeks. 

***

Throughout the entire day, you can’t help but notice how Harry’s eyes meet yours a lot more often than he does with your classmates. Whenever you look at him, his eyes are already on yours. He compliments you when you’re working on assignments and you just feel like there’s a mutual connection there. 

His distance to headquarters is even bigger than yours, so they offered him a similar deal as they did you. If he has to work multiple days in a row, he can stay the night in between in the same hotel as you all do. He gladly took upon the offer, for him it’s at least a two-hour ride home and that’s if he doesn’t include traffic. And since he works 5 days a week, it’ll save him a lot of time.

During the lunch break, you and your friends are making plans for the evening. Many of your nights in the hotel are spent drinking some wine and just catching up with each other. And today’s plans are like no other. Harry can’t help but overhear you guys talking about the hotel and starts bragging about the room they gave him. 

“I slept in room 405 last week. Apparently, all rooms on the fourth floor are deluxe rooms with a bathtub, double bed instead of a twin bed, and a filled mini fridge.” He joins your conversation, immediately planting the idea of asking for room 405 when you check into the hotel later today.

“I never had a bathtub during any of my stays. But all six times I slept in that hotel, I never slept on the fourth floor.” You reply.

“Don’t worry, you’re not missing out. The tubs are too small anyways.” He reassures.

“Your legs are just too long to properly fit into any tub.” You pointed out. 

***

All of you enjoy your dinner together. Harry is always left at work for a bit longer after you’re done with the class so he can prepare for the next day or finish up some other leftover work. And to the question of whether he will join you all at the dining table, his answer is always the same. “If I make it in time, I’ll happily join.” 

And today was one of the days he made it in time. He sits next to you in the only chair that’s unoccupied. Your friend shoots a glance at you, and that’s when you realize she made sure you sat next to the empty spot.

All of you welcome him to the table before starting small talk.

“Oh, by the way, Harry, I meant to thank you for your advice.” You start causing a confused look on the man’s face.

“My advice?” He asks. “What did I tell you?”

“When I was checking in I asked for room 405 and now I ended up in a deluxe room just like you told us about earlier today.” You giggle.

“Hold on, what room are you in??” He asks, clearly even more confused than he was at the beginning of this conversation.

“407.” 

“Ah, right! You got me confused for a second as I am booked in room 405 again.” He explains. “So, we’re practically neighbors!” 

Your brain spins a bit at how coincidentally it is of you asking for the exact room Harry is in. And on top of that, you are indeed practically neighbors. Suddenly you feel glad that you aren’t actual neighbors for the night, cause the rooms are very noisy and there’s a dividing door between every other room, allowing them to connect two rooms if needed. You’re not sure what your nighttime activities will turn into, once you’re left alone in your hotel room with just your unholy thoughts of the man next to you. 

Your food gets served, you and Harry both choose a different dish. He chose the tilapia filet and you went for a steak. Both are served with some veggies and fries. 

“That steak looks good.” He says as he puts a bit of fish into his mouth. 

“Would you like to try some?” You ask him to which he agrees. His fork is all covered in the sauce that comes with the fish. So, you cut off a piece of steak and hold your fork out for him to take it. He hums softly as the taste of the steak hits his tastebuds, sending vibrations through your fork. 

Harry insists on you trying some of his fish too. So he cuts a piece of, similar as to how you did it and holds his fork out for you to try it. 

You’re not much of a fish eater but you can see how people like this particular dish. It’s good as far as how good fish get. 

***

After hanging out with your friends on the terras, drinking some wine. All of you decide to call it a night. It’s nearly 11 p.m., and all of you need to be up bright and early the next day for your course. 

You hop into the elevator together, all of you pressing different buttons for different floors. Soon enough you’re the last one standing as you’re the only one whose hotel room is located on the top floor, and Harry’s of course.

Your pace slows down when you reach room 405. A deep voice is heard on the other side of the door. This confirms your suspicions, Harry is still up. It seems like he is currently on the phone with someone as a one-sided conversation is heard from his room. You decide not to snoop around, for all you know he’ll walk out the door any second and see you lingering around his door. That’d be weird.

Once you reach your door, you open it with the card and enter the room. You were smart enough to turn on the air conditioning before heading down for dinner so the room was cooled perfectly. 

You let yourself fall backward on your bed with a deep sigh. This massive crush on what essentially is your teacher was unexpected. And now you’re full of nerves, jitter, and a lot of unholy thoughts to think about.

You open up your book and try to set your mind in another direction. You have to face the man you’re thinking about tomorrow and above all you need to be able to concentrate. 

After 45 minutes of reading your mind is still on the one topic it was before. So the plan to distract yourself failed miserably. The only other option you can consider is taking a cold shower, cause there’s no way in hell you can masturbate to the thought of him and look him in the eye tomorrow.

You hop into the shower. You start at your regular temperature and decrease the temperature with small steps to end with a cold shower. Your hands travel over your body and you notice how sensitive your skin is. You take some soap and spread it all over your skin. Once your hands reach your breasts you give some extra attention to your achy nipples, pinching them between your fingers. You moan softly, god that feels good.

You realize what you’re doing and stop immediately, turning the water ever colder causing you to nearly squeal at the temperature. You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body. 

As soon as you’re all dried up, you crawl back into your bed and grab your phone to scroll mindlessly through TikTok. First, you clear your notifications but you notice one particular Instagram notification that catches your eye.

harrystyles liked your story 8m ago

It’s fucking past midnight, what is this man liking your Instagram story for?? As if you weren’t thinking about him enough already. 

You decide to get out of bed and go outside for a little midnight stroll. The cool and fresh air will do you good. You take your AirPods out of your bag so you can listen to some music while you're at it. 

You’ve been walking for about 25 minutes when you step back into the elevator and press the button to the fourth floor. Harry has finally disappeared from your mind, I mean, he’s still there but just less present. You are tired and just need your sleep.

Room 407 is two-thirds down the hall, luckily the floor is covered with carpet so your feet don’t make as much sound. You don’t want to wake anyone up at this ungodly hour. Nerves kick back in the closer you get to room 405. What if he’s still awake, or what if you woke him up when your door fell closed on your way out?

The sound of a door opening is heard and you’re too afraid to take your eyes off the floor. It takes every bit of strength in you to lift your head up, but when you finally do, your eyes are met with the ones you’ve been thinking about all night. He’s changed out of his dress pants and blouse and into a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants.

“Oh, hi.” You mumble. Fuck, you think. You did wake him up on your way out. And now he’s here to complain about it.

“Hi.” He replies in a whisper. Harry heard you walk through the hallway, at least he was hoping it was you. But now that he’s standing eye to eye with you, he suddenly becomes nervous and doesn’t know what to say.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up when I left my room.” You apologize. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been struggling to fall asleep anyway.” “Yeah, me too. I’m gonna go give it another try though.” You point to your door, gesturing for you to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait!” Harry whisper-yells. “I- uhm. Do yo- uh.” He stumbles over his words. You turn your body back to him, looking at him with your big eyes.

“Do you wanna come with me to my room?” He finally asks and he holds out his hand for you to grab. You’re taken by surprise but after looking at him for a bit too long you grab his hand with a little nod and let him lead the way. 

He closes his fingers around yours and takes a couple of steps back to his room, opening the door with his room key. He steps inside the room, holds the door open, and pulls you in by your hand. The door is slammed closed right after you’re through the opening and Harry's strong arms push you against the door. 

“Hi.” He says giddy when looking at your lips, earning a smile from you.

“Oh fuck, just kiss me already.” You demand, and he is eager to please. 

His lips crash onto yours and his tongue slips inside your mouth. He’s gentle but demanding, it’s nothing like you ever thought it would be. This kiss makes you realize what people mean by melting when they’re being kissed. It’s like every inch of your body becomes one with his.

Your fingers graze his hair, pulling him closer as his hands find their place on your hips. He pushes his body flush against yours, earning a moan from your lips. The fingers of his right hand sneak under the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin. 

He pulls away after what feels like minutes of making out, panting slightly. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt and he looks down.

“Can I?” He asks to which you agree. Your shirt is pulled over your head in a swift motion, revealing your peach-coloured bra. Suddenly you feel glad you decided to put on a bra when you went for a walk because you nearly decided to not wear one.

“Fuck.” He moans at the sight of you. His hand comes up to cup your left breast through the padding of your bra. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your neck, up to your ear. You gain confidence from his words and let your hands travel over his chest, down his sides all the way to the hem of his own shirt. You look him in the eyes for permission. 

“Do it.” He whispers in your ear while he keeps on kissing every inch of your ear, neck, and jawline. You pull the shirt over his head revealing his perfect abs. You can’t help but put one hand flat on his stomach to feel his muscles and moan softly. Your eyes meet his and he has a beautiful smile plastered across his lips. 

His lips are back on yours and his fingers hook in the waistband of your jeans. He’s greedy to get you out of your clothes as soon as possible. He opens the button. His left hand grabs your face and he kisses you passionately on your lips as he puts his right hand in the back of your jeans to squeeze your bum. 

“Hmm, you feel so good.” He squeezes your flesh one more time before he pushes the fabric over your ass. You step out of your jeans and push him further into the room. Your lips reconnect. 

Harry leads you to the chair in the corner of the room and pushes you down in the chair. Your eyes fall down his body and stay glued to the tent starting to form in his sweatpants. His fingers wrap underneath your chin to pull your face up. 

“Eyes up here, baby.” He says. He spreads your legs to stand in between them and strokes his hand over your inner thighs, to your stomach, and up to your lips. He puts his thumb against your lips with his fingers resting on your cheek. You open your lips and softly suck on his thumb getting it slightly moist. 

He takes his finger back out of your mouth and his hands explore down to your chest. Both hands grab one boob each and massage your skin through your bra. He makes sure to flick his thumbs over your hardening nipples every now and then. 

You sink further down into the chair, practically laying on your back with your bum on the edge of the seat. Your feet are tucked around his waist and your legs are spread open to reveal your clothed crotch. Harry is standing right in front of the chair, causing his crotch to gaze over your most sensitive spot when he moves close enough. 

You moan at the pressure he’s applying to your chest. His big hands fit perfectly around your tits and it’s all you’ve been thinking about. Well, not all, but you get the point.

He pulls down the cups of your bra, to expose your breasts. Your nipples are hard and needy. His lips attach to your right nipple to suck on them before he lets go and gently strokes his fingers down your stomach, back towards your inner thighs. The soft touch of his fingertips tickles, sending a buzzing feeling straight to your clit.

He kneels in front of the chair you’re sitting on and wraps his hands around your waist. He places a couple of kisses on your thighs, right next to your core. But never touching where you need it most. He’s making you all needy, drawing moan after moan. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Harry asks. But the view in front of him already gives him the answer he is looking for. You’re dripping through your panties, completely ruining them and every touch is rewarded with another moan coming from your lips.

“Mhm, fuck yes.” You half moan.

Harry finally places a kiss on the wet spot forming on your panties. You immediately put your hand in his hair. After a few more open-mouthed kisses on top of the fabric, he finally pulls them to the side. He lets out a low moan at the sight and smell in front of him. 

He attaches his lips to your core, leaving another open-mouthed kiss on your labia before he sucks the juices into his mouth. Another loud moan escapes his lips, you’re sure anyone who’d walk by would be able to hear the both of you.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.” Harry moans. He pushes your panties further to the side and you help him hold them there, giving him full access to taste every single inch of you. He licks up from your bottom all the way to your clit and you can’t help but whine. He continues to gently lick around your clitoris, making sure not to apply too much pressure at once. It feels like pure ecstasy. 

His hands stroke the insides of your thighs again while they travel to your core. With two hands, he spreads you open to allow him to stick his tongue inside of you. He pushes in and out of you a few times before his tongue travels back to your clit. Licking and sucking softly, building up the pressure. He for sure is taking his time with you. His eyes are locked on yours to gauge what you like and don’t like. But so far you seem to have entered another world. With your left hand locked in his hair and your head thrown back.

Harry starts to put more pressure on your clit with his tongue making you all squirmish. Your soft moans go up in loudness. His lips leave your clit but his finger is quick to stroke circles around it before he inserts his finger into your pussy hitting you right on that spongy part. His finger pushes in and out of you and his tongue gently swipes from left to right. 

He applies even more pressure to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud every now and then. His one finger inside of you pumps in and out, building up a faster pace. More juices start to spill from your pussy so he licks from down all the way up to your clit again to collect your wetness and slurp it all up. It’s a sign you’re coming close to your orgasm. Your legs start shaking around his shoulders and he continues his work, going faster and sucking harder.

Soon you can’t contain your moans and your orgasm hits you harder than it has ever done before. Harry’s fingers don’t seem to slow down though, and his tongue is still attached to your sensitive clit. Your moans turn into high-pitched whines mixed with curse words falling from your lips.

“Fucking hell, please” You moan, trying to push his face away from your cunt. His finger falls from your pussy and he softly caresses your mount with a flat hand, his lips are still attached to your clit but he stopped sucking as he moans loudly. The vibrations of the sounds he’s making shoot right through your body. He completely removes his face from you and wipes the wetness from his chin. 

“God, I wanna do that again. You sound so fucking pretty.” He tells you before he connects his lips to yours. The tangy taste of yourself is all you can focus on, making you feel dizzy. 

Harry looks you up and down. He gets up off his knees so he can finally drop his sweats to the floor. The erection in his loose-fit boxers makes you curious, but it gives you a good idea of how big he is. 

He holds out his hand for you to help you get up from the chair. His arms wrap around your body once you’re on your feet and he kisses you deeply. His hands take hold underneath your bum. 

“Jump.” He commands and you listen without a second thought. You wrap your arms around his middle and his erection softly presses into your core. You moan and nestle your face into his neck. Your hips try to grind down on him, although you’re not as successful as you’d hoped. Harry walks to the end of the bed to place you down. 

“Let’s get you out of these.” You say as you put your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. You pull them down so he can step out of them. He pushes you on your shoulders, tipping you over so you’re lying on your back and his hands hold your knees to spread them open again. With one hand he pumps his cock a few times and with the other, he pushes your panties back to the side before he pushes the tip of his cock through your folds. 

“Shit, a condom.” He curses. “I don’t know if I have one.” He says honestly. It’s not like he thought he was getting laid during his work trip so he didn’t pack any. He rushes to his wallet in hopes of finding one in there. He opens the coin section and is happy to be greeted by a silver foil. He takes it out before he returns to you and puts on the protection. 

He goes back to what he started. He rubs the tip of his now rubber-covered cock over your clit, stimulating the sensitive nub. You immediately are a moany-mess again before he slides his tip down and inters your cunt. He pushes in and out, going deeper with every thrust. His thrusts are gentle as he knows you’re close to being overstimulated. 

His hands hold your thighs down before he starts moving back and forth at a faster pace. He bends down to attack your right nipple with his mouth. He sucks sharply and licks over the hard bump. 

The bed starts squeaking loudly when he holds you down around your hips to be able to fuck up into you faster. His skin slaps against yours making the most erotic sounds audible in the hallway and possibly in the neighboring rooms. 

Harry wraps his hand around your neck, not really applying pressure but just holding you in place as he trusts into you slower but with more power. Smacking his pelvis against your clit with every trust. Your panties slipped back down covering half your labia again. 

“Let’s get these out of the way.” You laugh. Harry pulls out so you’re able to remove your underwear but he’s back inside of you as soon as possible. He’s bucking up, trying to hit your G-spot every time he pushes in. And he knows he’s doing a good job as your moans went up a pitch again. 

He grabs your hips and keeps fucking you hitting your G-spot hard every, single, time. The trusts change from hard and deep to soft and fast. Giving you a whole other sensation. He keeps switching between the two different paces until he finds you squirming underneath him again. He bucks his hips hard and deep into you and after a few more trusts you reach your second orgasm, screaming and squirting all over him. 

You were about to apologize but Harry has already attached his lips to your cunt to lick up all the leftover juices. He’s moaning loudly as he’s trying to clean you up. Your own moans become quieter and turn into soft hums as you nestle your hand into his hair, grabbing him tightly. 

He starts assaulting your clit like he used to when you were sitting in the chair. His tongue is doing wonders on your overstimulated clit and it only takes a couple of strokes of his wet muscle to get you to reach your height again. This time however it feels shorter and less intensive, but still your moans picked up again. It’s like music to Harry’s ears.

“Fuck, Y/N, you are so fucking perfect.” He moans, kissing you sloppily. His hips meet yours and both of you hum to the feeling. Harry takes a hold of his cock and guides it back inside of you. His hips grind over yours, giving you way too much stimulation but god does it feel good. 

He places his left foot on the bed next to your bum and starts pounding into you. He puts one of his hands on top of your mouth as you can’t contain any of the sounds you’re making. Harry knows it’s already too late when it comes to waking up the neighbors but he doesn’t wanna keep bothering them all night.

Never have you been fucked this hard, fast, and deep all at the same time. It’s starting to feel overwhelming and you can’t stop whining at how good you feel. Harry keeps miraculously pounding into you as he starts to moan loudly himself as well. 

His moans send shivers down your spine, he sounds otherworldly. The deeper his moans get, the sloppier his trusts become. He spills all of his cum inside of the condom before his moans quiet down and he pulls out. He’s panting loudly and he gently swats the back of your thigh twice. He rubs his cock up and down your pussy one more time before he kneels down again and licks your pussy clean. 

“Stay where you are.” He says and places a quick kiss on your lips. He walks to the bathroom to toss the condom and grab a damp towel to properly clean you up. He dabs the lukewarm towel to your overstimulated core and softly strokes the fabric down once or twice. He puts the towel down on the floor where all of your juices squirted in an attempt to minimize the mess.

“There, now let’s get comfy.” He says and gets into bed. “Do you want a shirt?” He asks to which you nod. He gets up to grab his white tee from before and hands it to you. It smells deliciously like his skin in the best way possible. You put it on and it reaches up to your upper thigh. 

Harry lays back down in bed and you crawl next to him. He naturally opens his arms for you to cuddle up to him. 

“I‘ve never been fucked that good.” You chuckle as you take a deep breath. The room smells and looks like sex but neither of you seems to care. 

“Hmm, you felt so good.” Harry’s ego boosts at your comment. And if he’s honest, he’s never been with someone he enjoyed so much and he simply can’t wait to do it again. “I hope you’re going to stay the rest of the night, right?” He asks. 

“I didn’t plan on getting up, I’m way too comfortable here.” You reply to which Harry only pulls you in closer. He places a soft kiss on your forehead with a soft hum. 

“Goodnight, baby.” He whispers to which you answer a simple goodnight. 

***

You wake up the next morning with Harry’s body wrapped around yours. The sound of your alarm was ringing from the nightstand. It’s a good thing you charged your phone last night when you were trying to sleep otherwise it would’ve been out of power and therefore not been awakened. 

“What time is it?” Harry asks, his voice low and sexy as he’d just woken up. 

“7:30.” You answer, to which he shoots up. 

“Shit, I forgot to set my alarm. I need to be at work in an hour.” He sighs, but actually, he doesn’t really care. He has the most beautiful girl lying in his bed, breakfast can wait for once and he can also head to work half an hour later, he already prepared everything for today anyway. 

He lays back down and rolls on his side to face you. 

“Hi.” He says. 

“Hi.” You reply, and both of you laugh softly. 

“So, I hope you have no regrets from last night. I didn’t mean to push you into anything you didn’t want.” Harry says, to which you take his face between your hands to pull him closer. You connect your lips to his. 

“Not one single bit.” You reply before Harry deepens the kiss. His cock is already hard, as most men wake up with an erect member. But the beautiful girl in his T-shirt next to him is making him lose his mind. 

His hands travel down her side and cup her pussy. One finger gently slides between her already damp lips and rubs circles around her clit. 

“Har, we don’t have time for this.” You whine and he knows you're right. He sighs before he takes his fingers back from your pussy and licks the tip of his finger clean. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just irresistible.” He flirts. 

“It’s gonna be a long day then.” You joke, neither of you had thought about having to go through today and act like nothing has happened. 

“We’ll see about that.” He argues as if he doesn’t think there’s going to be a lot of tension. “Let’s just get ready for breakfast.” He says and gets out of bed to get dressed. 

You sit up and think for a bit. All your stuff is two rooms down the hall and you don’t feel like getting into your nasty clothes from the day before, especially those panties which are ruined. 

“Can I borrow your sweatpants for a bit?” You ask Harry. “I need to go to my room to get ready.” You explain. He grabs his sweats off the floor and hands them to you. You’re now wearing the complete outfit Harry was wearing when he pulled you into his room. 

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You say before kissing him once again and head out to your own room. 

You took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat of the night before, brushed your teeth, and got dressed in a fresh set of clothing. 

When you’re all set and ready, you grab your room key and exit your room. You walk the short distance down the hallway to Harry’s room and raise your hand to knock on his door but he already has it opened before your hand can hit the wood. 

“Let’s go get some fuel.” He says and grabs you by your hand. He leads you all the way to the elevator. He pressed the button to the ground floor where the breakfast buffet was. 

The elevator stops at the second floor. You quickly pull your hand back as you know there are classmates sleeping on that same floor. And since Harry and you haven’t discussed anything about how to move forward, you’d rather not get the confrontation in the middle of an elevator. However, luckily it wasn’t someone either of you knew. 

Once the both of you enter the restaurant, Harry a few steps ahead of you, you notice all your classmates who also slept in the same hotel already sitting at your designated table. 

“Wow Harry, we thought you had already left. You’ve never been this late before.” One of them recalls. 

“Yeah, you’re always the first to eat and the first to leave.” Someone else joins in. 

You don’t know where to look or what to say. It feels like getting caught as you are well aware of the reason why Harry hasn’t eaten yet. Both of you decide to go fill up a plate with a delicious breakfast and just try to ignore the comments. 

“I feel like we’re already getting caught.” You tell him as you stand next to him putting some eggs on your plate. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, there’s no way for them to know.” He reassures. 

You sit back at the table before Harry does. He’s in line for the coffee machine. 

Your friend looks at you. “Spill. The. Tea.” She mouths so no one can hear, but you can see. You giggle to yourself and shake your head no. But she just knows something is up. 

Harry walks back to the table with two cups of coffee. He puts the black coffee in front of himself and the cappuccino next to your plate. 

“Thank you, ba-“ You quickly stopped saying what you wanted to say, hoping no one had noticed. You look around the table but there are no suspicious looks. Harry places his hand on your knee and squeezes softly. 

“You’re welcome.” He says. 

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Agsfgs

He's a god of fertility, among other things

Imagine if Y/N prayed to Khonshu for their own fertility and just

Khonshu appears, offers them help with fertility, he gives them a few options. Just the regular magic method of helping or he physically helps them get pregnant... with his child, of course

Like, hot, but also can you imagine praying to a god, they show up and basically say "okay I can help you the normal way, or we can do this the fun way and make a baby together"

Obviously Y/N agreed to have a kid with him cuz like. C'mon. Look at him

He's of course a very attentive father and partner afterward. He's not blind to the struggle new life brings along with the joy

Okay, okay, I know this isn't exactly what you were picturing but--

Wings of A Prayer

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Infertility problems, mentions of miscarriages, self-doubt, depression, suicidal thoughts, sort of alcoholism, fluff, hinted at sexy times but nothing is pictured, Marc and the boys learn that there's more to the pissy old bird than meets the eye! (Naturally canon-fudging and merging with the comics again) And a major time skip! My personal headcanon that Khonshu looks like Oded Fehr rears its head once more!

A/N: Whew... this one is long! Surprisingly, no smut in this one. But I realized I am sorely lacking on Khonshu fluff since y'all are almost always just as horny for him as I am. I also did some research and... Wow. Some scary stuff. I'm sorry if this strikes a painful chord with some of you. I had to stop writing this a few times and take a break because it was making me tear up.

It had been... horrible, to say the least. Your life had been one giant trainwreck so far. Your heart had been wanting for something for so long, and... Well...

Your apartment was a gray, flat... hollow living space to you. It was lacking in... something. And that something was a giggly, chubby, cuddly little person. You thought about getting a pet, but... there was an itching inside of you. And itching for something--someone--of your own.

You had been living on your own since cutting off contact with your parents; and dating had been an absolutely dog shit experience since your teen years. But as you got older, and your friends all went their separate ways, living their own lives and starting their own families, you realized... You wanted that. To be the home you never really had growing up, a source of unconditional love and understanding.

You weren't stupid--you did your research beforehand, looked into every legal document you could. Instead of getting pregnant, you'd looked into fostering or adoption.

But you just... you couldn't afford it. The cost of adopting would have bankrupt you, and your increasing financial instability as the economy fluctuated was an obvious deterrent for most agencies. The same was for fostering--you simply worked too much to bre as present as they wanted you to be for a foster placement. And it didn't help that your particular neighborhood wasn't... stellar or "perfect" for a growing child.

The worst insult, perhaps, was when you looked into IVF after adoption and fostering were out of the question. It sounded like the best option, and so you went to your doctor. As uncomfortable and relatively invasive as the pelvic exam and tests were, your doctor assured you a pregnancy was easy enough to accomplish with the fertility treatments if you were able to get into a program.

Only... you hadn't. Your insurance wouldn't even cover half of the procedures, and your heart was sinking at the thought of going bankrupt and not being able to afford the child you so desperately wanted.

That was a low blow, but, you knew you still had options. You could get pregnant naturally. The real trick was finding a man who was willing, healthy, and responsible enough to agree to father your child.

As distasteful as sleeping with someone relatively strange to you was, you made the decision to be tactful. You made a profile on a dating website with the clear intentions that you wished to find a partner that was clean of any STIs, drug or alcohol addictions, and wouldn't cause problems for you if the impregnation was successful.

And of course, you assured that should they not wish it, you wouldn't put them on a birth certificate or come after them for child support. It would be difficult, surely, but you knew you could manage. There was always well-fare and WIC to help out with needs, as well as a few charities you could apply to. Your elderly neighbors even agreed to watch over your baby when it was born because they didn't have any grandchildren of their own; and the presence of a baby would brighten up their droll days when you needed the occasional break.

When you found a partner who was ready and willing to commit to your "requirements"--especially the STI tests with you present to be sure they were not lying--you both agreed to meet several times a week at his apartment to get down to business.

You planned your meetings carefully around your ovulatory and menstrual cycles, drank and ate anything that supposedly "boosted fertility"; and took every vitamin under the sun to help ensure it.

And then, you got the most wonderful news. You had been late on your period for nearly two months. Missing the first month wasn't a cause for alarm; after all, you had relatively irregular periods--which your doctor assured were because of stress and diet problems--and you weren't insistent upon a pregnancy test until you began to get sick during random times of the day or night and your body began to ache in places it hadn't before, such as your breasts.

You got your blood tested at your doctor's office and sure enough... you were pregnant! You reached out to the father when you got home, and after some arrangements, he agreed to send an unofficial check to you for the baby at the start of every month, but he wasn't sure if he could promise to be present for their childhood; which worked fine with you. It was more than you expected, anyways.

You immediately began to budget, alongside with the financial aid of the father of your baby, and began to prep your bedroom into a shared nursery for your impending arrival.

And as you were settling into your new routine and adjusted workload, you awoke during one night with intense vomiting. As you perched over your toilet bowl, pain began to radiate from your abdomen and deep into your body and pelvis, like sharp, pulsing, searing pain from inside of you.

It wasn't until you stood up to wash your face and brush your teeth that you realized you were bleeding. Your sleep shorts stained a disturbing shade of red. You immediately panicked; and simply ignoring the cost of an ambulance, you called 911, and phoned the father of your baby as dread began to soak into every pore.

It wasn't for several hours after all the tests and exams that the doctor from the ER finally came in with a sad, pitiful look on her face as she delivered the news.

You lost your baby.

It felt like the world opened up beneath you and you were swallowed by a void. You didn't even know you screamed until your vision went black around the edges; prompting you to take a much-needed breath. The father of your baby was sympathetic, he talked calmly to you, rubbing your back and speaking with the doctors for you while you struggled to cope.

They kept you for another day (after giving you some pill) to make sure you... passed the remains of the fetus so you didn't get sick from retained products of the conception.

You fell into a deep depression after that.

Weeks afterwards, you were a drone. You woke up, ate, worked, showered, slept, and performed the same duties again and again as if you were on autopilot. The father of your baby, Alain, checked in on you now and again, and at some point even introduced you to his new girlfriend (who was confused by the awkward situation at first, but in seeing what had gone wrong in your life, felt more pity towards you than anything).

Your elderly neighbors cried for you, made you food when you felt the absence of the want to cook or eat; and said they would offer up prayers for you.

You began to hide how... rotten you felt on the inside, after that. You feigned your old, "normal" behavior if not to just get everyone to stop treating you like some... Faberge egg that needed delicate handling. A doll so fragile from trauma and abuse you had to be put on a pedestal to avoid getting any more broken.

But deep inside you, that raw, twisted, pained feeling festered like a bad wound. It worsened when you discovered that your doctor had been horribly, profoundly wrong.

Your reproductive organs weren't in "perfect, healthy" shape. You had uterine scarring that appeared to line up with what was called Asherman's Syndrome. Your uterine cavity, as such, had a buildup of scar tissue and caused it to shrink, and the resulting damage is what likely triggered your miscarriage.

The doctor that had diagnosed your condition became suspicious, and called for an investigation into your primary doctor.

Turns out, he was responsible for many, many misdiagnoses on over a dozen patients. Many of which required some women to have hysterectomies done to save them; or have to be rushed into cancer treatments immediately. One had unfortunately lost her life due to a misdiagnosis and a fallopian torsion that wasn't treated in time. She left behind a husband and three little children who had to grow up without their mother.

The resulting lawsuits caused a media circus; and once again your life was thrown into disarray when you decided to be a part of it, having to recite the trauma of losing your poor, little baby to a bunch of strangers.

Your heart festered with rage. If you had known that your body was incapable of the one fucking thing it should have been able to do naturally, that you were one different decision away from the heartbreak you now suffered--you would never had tried to get pregnant. But like many of his patients, you took his word for it because he seemed so trustworthy. And if you couldn't trust the person your health was so reliant upon... who could you trust?

The doctor lost his license, and went to jail for the wrongful death, medical negligence and manslaughter of the woman he failed to properly diagnose and failed to treat.

The settlements were of little comfort to you all; those who suffered now-lifelong health problems, the family mourning a beloved wife and mother... and you, who mourned the life of the baby you never even got to feel kick, let alone name.

Your neighbors, Ebony and Malcolm Harris; Alain and his now-fiance, Amelia, had formed a bit of a cushion around you. Having an explanation for your misfortune, and then the financial boost from the punishment of the one responsible aided the pain somewhat... But it still hurt you so, so much.

Part of the settlement included paid-for counseling for those affected, and you took it. As dry and sour as it felt to yet again revisit the pain, you went through it.

But it still didn't help you when you looked at the toys, the unused clothes and set-up crib still sitting in your room, never to be used.

You spent a lot of time on the roof of your apartment building, contemplating... something. You wouldn't take the pills the doctor gave you. All they did was make you feel groggy and... numb. That felt worse than the guilt and grief, it didn't help.

You weren't sure anything would. You just wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to feel something, again.

You just wanted to be a mother.

"Oh, she's so... she's so..." Ebony sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief. Malcolm sat next to her, rubbing her shoulders and sniffling himself. They loved you like their own child. They had none to speak of, since their son died overseas almost 20 years ago. You were the first person whom they felt a familial connection with--who didn't treat them as pitiful, childless old folks who were one bad day away from a nursing home.

"We're so scared for her," Malcolm whispered, pursing his lips. Just like his wife, he loved you like a daughter, too. And seeing you so consumed with pain and want hurt him badly. "She's hurting so badly."

"She wanted to be a mama so badly!" Ebony warbled, her wrinkled hands trembling as her husband held her. "That poor baby just wanted her own baby! She was so excited! Showed us everything, talked about it--I even started knitting a blanket!"

Malcom's own nearly-withered features twisted in sympathetic agony, "Please... is there something--anything--you can do for her? Help her, somehow? Like you helped us?"

The man sitting behind the desk kept his hands linked together as he peered over them at the couple. It was true. He had helped them.

When Ebony grew ill and eventually required dialysis, her body had been becoming increasingly weak and fragile; they were left without options. They tried prayers with pastors and in churches--but it didn't exactly do much with an absent god ignoring another desperate worshipper.

They were nearing the end of their rope when they heard through some whispers about him--the enigmatic "Dr. Moon".

They had only seen his face once, and that was after Ebony was miraculously cured following his strange "treatments", her kidneys back to functioning better than they had in her early 30s. After that, they attended private prayer sessions with him, the second high priest, after Marc Spector, whom he had only really interacted with a handful of times... And did not like how often he went against their god, Khonshu's word.

Begrudgingly, "Dr. Moon", later known to be one Yehya Badr, had started what would be known as the "Midnight Mission" with Spector. In his constant absence, the two agreed that it would work better if Yehya saw to the Mission while Marc traveled to hunt the cult of Ammit, and Khonshu's former high priest, Arthur Harrow.

And, while watching over the Mission and the innocent people... Yehya used his healing abilities and decided to open a free clinic from within the holy place. Many were hesitant to accept treatment from a religious institution, but soon patients and potential followers alike began to trickle in from the streets. People like Ebony and Malcolm.

Yehya felt for the couple and the story they now told him, his brow creasing beneath his white mask, mouth twisting into a pained frown. You sounded on the brink--ready to take one last hurdle into the beyond for the sake of the child you never got to hold.

"Healing something like that..." Yehya sighed sadly, standing up from his chair. The wheels squeaked softly as he pushed it back, and walked to the window that overlooked the street below. "...it won't be easy. I may not be able to do it alone, like when I treated you, Ebony."

"Can't you--can't you call on Him, again? Like you did before?" Malcolm pleaded earnestly. The love these two elders had for you touched him, made his own heart squeeze in his chest.

"Please... if--if His power can come from love, just--just take ours and give it all to her... please!" Ebony sniffled, burying her face in her hands.

Yehya swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly pulled his mask away from his face, walking over to take their hands in each of his. He could feel their heartache through their frail and gentle grip.

"I will see what I can do. Your faith--and love--might help this young woman you two adore so much. But I cannot predict how Khonshu will help her, should he choose to directly get involved."

Another repetitive day. You managed to force yourself to eat some takeout you had leftover from last night and microwaved that for dinner, eating alone in front of your TV as it droned on with some boring reality show you weren't really paying attention to anymore.

For the eighth time that week you contemplated packing away and donating all the baby items in your apartment. But every time you touched them you just broke down into a sobbing fit; your heart rending itself from the reality of what had gone wrong with you.

You couldn't even bring yourself to go into your bedroom, anymore. Everything was in there.

So, you'd taken to sleeping on your couch for the past few months. You only went into your room long enough to get things you needed, clothes and the like (the former just sitting in clothes hampers unfolded after laundry days) before fleeing in the bland space that was your meager living room.

After you finished eating, you sipped at the hard lemonade in your hand. Drinking to cope was bad, but something inside of you kept you from relying on it too heavily. And you never drank to get drunk; only enough to fuzz your senses enough to let you sleep on some nights.

And tonight was one of those nights.

You were on your fourth lemonade when the lights began to flicker in your apartment; your TV freezing frames when it began. Maybe your landlord was fiddling with the power to the building again? Had a fuse blown to the building? Whatever...

"I don't need this right now..." You grunted, taking a deep swig; one mouthful closer to the bottom of the bottle.

"Wasteful." A disembodied voice rumbled, making a chill creep up your spine.

"I... What--" Your head whipped around as you tried to figure out where it had come from--your TV was still frozen, so it couldn't have been that--you were still relatively sober so it couldn't have possibly been drunken hallucinations.

Suddenly, you jumped and yelled in surprise when the bottle went flying from your hand and smashed to bits on the wall, the drink within running down the drywall in rivulets from the impact.

"What the f--"

"My priest told me of you," The voice hummed. It felt as if something unseen was circling you like a predator does with its prey. "And of the pain you have endured, little one. There are those close to you who pleaded for my aid to help you, to heal you."

You felt the presence stop behind you, crowding you in and making your blood still within you; but you just couldn't bring yourself to turn around. The lights flickered weakly once more before going dead, as did your TV, swallowing you in darkness.

As your eyes adjusted to the inky darkness, this voice's words sunk in. "Heal you". "Help you".

"Who are you?" You swallowed.

"I am the god, Khonshu. I protect the innocent, I bring justice. I heal those that ask for it."

Yeah, no. You must have slipped and hit your head. You remembered Ebony and Malcolm saying they'd pray for you--but this was... this was impossible! But... some aching, gnawing, painful part of your heart begged for you to hear the voice out.

"How could you..." You cleared your throat, trying not to sound as scared as you felt. "How could you help me?"

"That remains to be seen." The voice replied with a thoughtful tone. "How do you wish for me to help you? I was told but precious little of your story--only from those around you. Not from you. What is it you wish my aid for?"

Your eyes slowly move to where you instinctively knew your bedroom door was. Even in the dark, you could feel the depressing aura clinging to the space call out to you like a siren in the black sea. The voice seemed to be able to "see" what you were looking at, as well.

Somehow--this Khonshu knew immediately what you were too scared to voice.

"I see." He told you, his voice growing soft and somber, if a touch sympathetic. His presence leaned away from you.

"You wish for me to heal the damage done inside of you?" He mused gently, "To enable you the ability to bear a child? It is easily enough done; but I sense something else bothering you."

Your hands knotted in the hem of your shirt; your stomach twisting itself into a nasty ball of writhing, anxious snakes.

"I... I can't go through it all, again." You croaked, your voice coming out hoarse. "The stress of finding... I just... I can't. It just... I don't want to--to risk it happening all over again, even if..."

"I see..." He murmurs again, giving you your space to breathe, "Then there may be another option--a guaranteed method--to ensure a healthy pregnancy and a healthy child..."

The way your heart hopefully leapt within your ribcage almost hurt--your stomach dropping into a pit. Sure, you may be going crazy and this could be a hallucination... But would it be so bad to give in, to live in some fantasy to alleviate the pain and grief you've been suffering with for nearly over a year?

"So you... you're... offering to... what, be the father of my baby?" You whispered.

A feather-light touch brushed your arm, the feeling warm and gentle on your skin, "Only if you wish it. I can help you, but only if you want me to. I can heal you, but only if it was what you truly want. When a child is produced, I will ensure there will be no struggles for you and the babe."

"You... promise? That it'll work?"

"I swear it."

You swallowed. Thinking hard.

But some part of you had already made a decision--and that part of you spoke: "Okay."

"Very well, then..." Khonshu murmured.

In the span of a breath, you felt large, warm arms wrap around your waist, tugging you close. And then, the next thing you knew... you were laying on your back, in your bed, with him hovering above your in the dark.

Even with the dim lights in the streets below barely filtering in through your blackout curtains, you couldn't clearly make out his appearance. The shadows that were being cast merely gave you an image that couldn't possibly have been true.

"Can I see you?" You whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Only if you wish it." He reminded you softly, his hand caressing your hip, beginning a slow, sweet trek up beneath your shirt.

"I do."

The dim light of the candle at your bedside table flickered to life--the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla filling your senses.

You finally got to see him. And you weren't afraid.

Marc felt uneasy as soon as they got off the plane, and Layla soothed him with a touch as she linked her fingers with his. He didn't like being here--the city was teeming with cruelty and injustice... and he knew Khonshu wouldn't let him rest long. Him, Steven, or Jake.

"Marc, just breathe." Layla said to him as she adjusted the strap of her travel bag with one hand, her other squeezing his. "It'll be fine. If Khonshu has a problem with you taking it easy--"

Layla scoffed, blowing a puff of air from out of her cheeks as they walked out of the terminal, Marc hauling their suitcases behind him, their wheels squeaking sadly beneath the weight. Some of their less... legal belongings were being smuggled in and would be delivered to their destination later in the night.

"Well, the old bastard can deal with it. I'm here, and I'll pick up the slack if I gotta." She assured him.

Marc's shoulders sag; he can feel Jake plucking at the edges of his mind, giving him gentle reassurances and his oath that if anything happened; he would be the one to bear the brunt of Khonshu's work in his stead. Even Steven spoke up to voice his assurances that all would be well--after all, they had Layla with them!

"Yeah," He sighed, smiling at her and bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles, "You're right. It's also just..."

"Just..?" She led on, quirking a brow at him.

"The last time Badr and I spoke, it kinda ended in a fist fight." He smiled warily.

"Oh, gods, of course it did..." She snorted.

"I mean, I shattered his nose and he broke one of my knees, so... Yeah. Bad." Marc grinned, earning an elbow to the ribs from his lovely wife.

"Can it, Spector. Don't make me worry about you even more!" She laughed with him.

"Ouch!" A man holding a dry erase board laughed; the writing on his sign clearly stating "SPECTOR" in bold black letters on it. He stood in front of a pristine white car. It was Marc's. Or, well... apparently it was Jake's... A purchase he'd made without Marc's knowledge at some point... like the limo back in London.

Jake would apparently make spare cash when he would take over while Marc slept and Steven lay buried. All without their knowledge, of course...

"Hitting you with the Spectorrrr, is she?" Jean-Paul grinned, his thin, pointed mustache quirking like a fidgety caterpillar. "So cruel!"

"Well, he deserves it." Layla grinned, leaning in to hug him, "Frenchy! So good to see you! How've you been? How's Rob?"

"Happy as a clam in some nice clean water! And my physical therapy has almost concluded." Jean-Paul smiled, kissing each of Layla's cheeks in an affectionate greeting when she asked about his lover.

He lifted his eyes to spot Marc, bringing him in with a closed fist to give a shoulder-hug, "I'm glad you've gotten yourself sorted, Marc. Rob and I were worried about you!"

"As sorted as a guy with two other guys living inside his head that's in service to a pissy god can be, anyways..."

"Ahhh... Right. Right." Jean-Paul said, clicking his teeth as he popped the trunk to the car so Layla and Marc could load their things up. He opened up the back door for them to climb into the backseat."

"Hey, I can always drive us, Duchamp." Marc smirked at him, the corners of his eyes creasing in humor, "After all... it is technically my car."

"No, no--" Jean-Paul grinned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Let me do it, c'mon. It gives me something to do, today!"

Layla nudged Marc with a giggle and he relented, climbing in behind her.

Marc sighed as Jean-Paul helped them unload their bags, his eyes following Marc and Layla's to the building in front of them; the doors decorated with carved crescent moons in the frosted glass.

He had been to the Midnight Mission only a handful of times--and every one of those times was to assist Marc as his pilot during intense missions for Khonshu. And he of course met Yehya Badr, the two men had a respectful relationship. He himself had conducted a few healing rituals to help with the phantom pains Jean-Paul occasionally felt in his legs.

But he knew that Badr and Marc didn't always get along; Yehya being a die-hard and devout follower of Khonshu and Marc being a bit of a renegade who tended to go against his word and do things his own way. And he knew it had been a few years since the two parted on... well--rather bad terms.

"Well, better get the torture and inevitable lecture over with..." Marc grunted, shouldering one of the duffels. Layla helps gather the rest, letting Jean-Paul close the door and trunk.

As they crossed the threshold, Jean-Paul winced, "Oh, right! There's something you should know about, by the way..."

Marc looked at him over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Well, Yehya isn't the only one who lives in the Mission anymore." Jean-Paul grinned as their floors squeaked on the waxed marble floors.

"Okay, and...?"

He rubbed his mustache with his index finger, smiling a little bashfully as he looked away. "Well, er... it's kinda... Uh, awkward... Well, I mean, that is--"

"Spit it out, Frenchy." Layla smiled, rolling her eyes.

A door could be heard swinging open from somewhere down the hall as they leave the foyer, and Jean-Paul laughed, grinning from ear to ear as a small, rambunctious human suddenly appeared, colliding with Marc's legs and wrapping her arms around his legs and giggling.

"Daddy!" She giggled excitedly, rubbing her face on his jeans.

Marc on the other hand, began to immediately panic--his eyes going wide as he looked to Layla, whom in turn looked at Marc with her eyebrows risen the highest on her brow Marc has ever seen--awaiting an explanation.

Marc began to sweat, "Baby, I swear to God I didn't--"

The child looked up at him, and frowned. Her little brows creased and she pouted, her bottom lip poking out as she studied Marc. "...Oh." She said dejectedly, sighing deeply. "You're not my Daddy."

Marc's heart felt like it was gonna explode--Jake and Steven had come to co-front to see what all the fuss and anxiety was about. Steven immediately began to go on about how darling the girl was, her shiny and clear her eyes were--how smart and at the same time seemingly ancient they looked. Like polished obsidian stones, a dazzling array of lights shimmering from somewhere deep within.

Jean-Paul laughed and clapped his hands, his face turning red from the force of his laughter. The child brightened up and rushed towards him, allowing him to scooped her up and swing her in a circle, "Hello, petit gâteau!" He crooned, kissing the girl's cheeks.

"Uncle Frenchy!" She giggled as he swung her around one last time before setting her down.

"Yes, yes, it's been a while! A whole week!" He grinned down at her, letting her hang off of his hand. She swung from it for a moment, studying Marc and Layla curiously, the fabric of her dress flowing almost like water as she did so.

"This is--well, I guess this could technically be your... er..." Jean-Paul smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your big brother Marc? And Layla, his wife."

Marc and Layla's jaws dropped, their confusion and curiosity only growing more and more.

(Oh, this'll be good...) Jake snickered, rubbing his chin. Through their reflections in a nearby portrait, Marc could see Steven elbow him.

'Ay, lay off! We can be curious without bein' rude about it, yeah?' The Brit huffed.

Jean-Paul was about to explain, but...

"Savah!" You sighed in relief, running out to see them. You knew Jean-Paul, from his healing sessions with Yehya and how he loved to babysit your daughter. He was apparently a trusted friend and ally of "Moon Knight's" so you knew he was harmless.

"I... agh. I'm so sorry if she jumped you..." You smiled apologetically at them as you scooped her up, bouncing the tot on your hip as she giggled into her hands. "We were playing hide and seek--and she must have slipped out when I wasn't paying attention!"

Steven couldn't help but squee at how adorable the girl was, Jake had to concede that, yes... she was stinkin' adorable. Even Marc was having a hard time arguing the point, and he was very, very awkward with kids.

"Savah, it's one thing to go up and hug your Uncle Frenchy, but it's another to go up to strangers you don't know." You say, gently scolding her. Her little grin falters, and she frowns cutely.

"I felt it... I thought it was Daddy..." She mumbled, plucking at one of the buttons in your blouse.

"Felt" it?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and looking back at Marc and Layla.

"Right! That brings us to the introductions, eh?" Jean-Paul spoke up, rubbing his hands together. "This is Layla el Faouly--er, well, actually Spector now, ain't it?--and Marc Spector, her husband. He's the Moon Knight."

Marc jumped, his eyes going wide at how casually Jean-Paul had introduced him with his mystical alter-ego, barely even registering it when he introduced you by name; "And this lovely little bon bon, is Savah, her daughter."

"Ohhhh..." You said, your posture relaxing, "That's why she got her "funny" feeling! Sorry, she thought you were her dad."

"I, uh... No harm no foul, but..." Marc laughed nervously, smoothing his hair back, "I could've lived without the heart attack of me possibly blacking out and oops'ing a baby with somebody at some point in time..."

Layla actually laughed, "Oh, please... like you have game with anyone but me, Marc."

He looked at Layla and deadpanned; "Yeah, well, you'd be surprised at how many people swoon for Jake's "Spanish charm"."

You blinked, looking at Jean-Paul for an explanation, and he gestured to continue down the hall, "Ah... let's go and... get some tea, hm? Explain a little bit."

"Right, right, I've never actually met this one." You reply, nodding.

"Mhmm, and he definitely doesn't know about you."

Basic introductions happened over warm cups of tea in one of the furnished rooms off the foyer. Badr had shaken hands with Marc, surprisingly polite and almost friendly before he briefly turned his attention to little Savah, helping fix her doll she had accidentally popped the leg off of when she got too rough, and ruffled her hair before leaving once more.

However... Jean-Paul had yet to fully introduce the two of you to the couple. He mostly let Marc and Layla explain who they were, and what they had been doing. Since obviously, you were so trusted as to even know about Yehya's identity as Hunter's Moon; they trusted to tell you about hunting Ammit, and ultimately defeating her.

It was less than an half an hour after that, that Savah suddenly perked up again, hopping up and down into place, her eyes sparkling even brighter. The glimmering lights in her dark depths caught Marc's attention, stopping him dead in the middle of his sentence, "Uh..."

"Oh... look's like he's home after all... wonder what he was waiting for?" You muse, smiling at your daughter happily, watching her as she ran to the door when it began to open.

A man with tanned skin, graying black hair, and a short beard walked in; his white suit crisp and immaculate. His hazel eyes were stern, his chiseled features only softening as Savah rushed up to him, holding her arms up expectantly until he picked her up and cradled her body gently against his, kissing her forehead gently.

"Daddy!" She squealed, giggling as she tried to wrap her tiny arms around him. It was now pointedly obvious this man was indeed to be her father--especially because of how many of his facial aspects she had. She had your skin tone and hair color, but certainly had his looks...

You rose from your cushioned seat and walked over to them, brushing your nose affectionately against his with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"See? See?" Savah said excitedly, grinning like mad. "I told you I felt Daddy! I always do!"

"Yeah, you do, munchkin. Yeah, you do." You snorted, shaking your head.

Jean-Paul cleared his throat and awkwardly stepped around the three of you; "Well... I guess I don't have to do the rest of the introductions after all... I'll see you two later!"

"Bye bye!" Savah called out to him as the door shut with a faint click behind him.

Savah's father looked at Marc with a rather bored expression, almost... annoyed, really. Gave Layla the same look, as well. Marc rolled his shoulder stiffly, suddenly very uncomfortable under his unflinching gaze.

"It took the both of you long enough to get here." He said in almost a sneer; his voice unmistakably, painfully familiar.

Layla and Marc shot to their feet, almost falling over themselves as the realization dawned on them. Jake and Steven were in an uproar within Marc's mind.

"Khonshu?!" They both cried.

His brow quirked upward in an unimpressed gesture, "Gah. How can you two be so perceptive when hunting artifacts and evildoers, but cannot pick up on this? I am disappointed in you, Marc. You should have figured it out, first."

"Th-that's why her... her eyes--?!" He sputtered.

Finally, the corner of Khonshu's mouth tilts upwards in a cocky smirk; his eyes flashed an almost blinding white. And when Savah looked at the both of them, they could see the lights in her eyes swirl and shine even brighter and in tune with Khonshu's, shifting and dancing until they briefly solidified in an unmistakable crescent-shape before parting in a fractured dance, again.

"Yes, this is my daughter." He stated proudly, his arm tightening around you a fraction, "And my wife."

"Wife, huh? When did that happen?" You snorted, giving him a snarky look.

"I assumed it happened sometime after Savah was born." He hummed, his snark matching your own, "After all, you live under my roof, mother my child, sleep in our bed..."

You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, "Smartass."

You looked at the couple across the room and smiled awkwardly, "I never did get to explain much... But, since that's outta the way... mind explaining to me why there's such a weird vibe in the room, right now?"

Marc and Layla merely blinked at you, before once again exclaiming in unison:

"You had Khonshu's god-baby?!"

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Love it when characters casually reveal some insane childhood trauma with a nostalgic smile on their face because this is just a normal part of their childhood how fun! to the absolute horror of those around them who are very much in the 'that's not normal what the actual fuck' boat

Okay but here's what makes me tear up:

This conversation happens in a devilgram where Diavolo is picking apples for Barbatos to make an apple pie for him and it cuts to a flashback that shows Diavolo wanted an apple tree to impress his new angel friend and excitedly tells this to Barbatos. Barbatos then helps Diavolo plant an apple tree in the forest

Isn't that rattling your brain!!!? Aren't you foaming at the mouth!?!?!

The Demon King enchanted this forest to be full of things that could hurt and kill his child, all in the name of preparing Diavolo to be a better king

Then Barbatos helps Diavolo plant apple trees in it, because Diavolo wants to share it with their enemy, a gesture of friendship and good will that would eventually bring peace to the three worlds* which in turn helps Diavolo grow towards becoming a better king

Diavolo's father created a deadly survival course for a child so he wouldn't get bored, something that would keep Diavolo away from him, and the man who actually raised Diavolo spent time with Diavolo helping him grow apple trees in it

A labour of love grown and tended to for years, if not centuries, just so Diavolo could give his friend apples (another gesture of love) built upon the soil of something that was meant to push and punish Diavolo into being the ideal ruler

*(over a series of meetings Diavolo & Lucifer become friends -> Lucifer starts questioning things in the Celestial Realm -> Lucifer, pushed by the sentence against Lilith, starts a war in the Celestial Realm -> Lucifer seeks sanctuary in the Devildom -> Diavolo helps Lucifer + reincarnates Lilith -> Lucifer pledges his loyalty to Diavolo + through Lilith's line MC is eventually born -> through MC & the brothers' fates being tied Lucifer accidentally picks MC for the exchange program -> MC showing that people from all three worlds could not only be close friends but family starts mending bridges + MC wanting to stay in the Devildom permanently gets everyone actively pushing for peace leading to them becoming part of the student council/government and challenging the views of the older/more conservative demons -> all this eventually kickstarts both Diavolo & Lucifer's character & relationship development -> Diavolo learns to be a more considerate ruler & person who listens to others instead of immediately jumping in with his own plans & ideas + Lucifer learns to actually push back against Diavolo & not just be his 'Yes Man')

Also this Devilgram is called "The Seven Apples"

and with lines like,

"Still...I hope that all this effort bears fruit, someday"

"With enough care and attention, I'm certain that it shall."

"Ah, well. Good things come to those who wait, and all that."

And talk about the future of the Devildom and how they pick exactly seven apples, the whole tree talk/metaphor is 100% about gaining the friendship & trust of Lucifer and his brothers by putting in the effort, care and attention to one day, years in the future, have seven shining apples with you

BUT, EVEN WITHOUT THAT DOUBLE MEANING,

It's not just a tree.

It's all about love, isn't it and the things we do for the people we love.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Kiss Me

Family Masterlist

Summary: Kissing your girlfriend in front of your family wasn't something you never did until you do and you are okay with it.

Based on this request

Warning: none.

These quiet moments at the Avenger Tower were your favorite. The world villains all agreed to give your family a brake. Which you were grateful for. Your heart could only take so many missions away. With the slow day, Kamala asked if you wanted to watch a cricket game with her. You agreed because you loved spending time with her and learning about her culture. Cricket is super popular in Pakistan. You spent a few minutes in the kitchen making snacks and sitting in front of the TV. While the announcers introduced the two teams, Kamala explained the game.

She said it was similar to baseball, as the objective was to score more runs than the opposing team. However, instead of running bases, the hitters run between the wickets. To get the striker out, the bowler (another fancy word for pitcher) can hit the wicket, or, similar to baseball, the ball can be caught. It seemed easy to follow. Mostly, you liked watching Kamala get excited when the team was doing well.

The smell of food and the commotion drew others out. First, it was America. Then Kate and Yelena. Finally, Sam and Bucky. You curled your feet underneath and leaned into the corner of the couch. A book that you were trying to read was opened in your hands, but your attention kept getting brought back to the TV every time someone cheered or shouted at the TV like the players could hear them.

Even though her attention was on the TV, Kamala had her arm on the back of the couch and her hand resting on your shoulder. Every time the team got a little rowdy, she squeezed your shoulder. It was comforting, but you kept smiling to let her know you were okay. You wanted her to enjoy her time.

Suddenly, the watch on your wrist buzzed. You pulled back your sleeve to read the screen. It was a calendar reminder of a therapy session you had in 30 minutes. “Shit,” you mumbled, shoved the bookmark in the spine of the book, and closed it.

“What’s wrong?” Kamala asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” you smiled. “I have a therapy session I forgot about,” you stood up from the couch. “I’ll come find you when I’m done.” You touched her cheek and brought her in for a quick, soft kiss. When you pulled away, Kamala smiled at you with her soft eyes. You giggled and carefully moved out of the way towards Natasha and Wanda’s room. They had a computer set up there, where you felt safe.

They were at Billy and Tommy’s school for a parent-teacher meeting, so you could have the space to yourself. It wasn’t like you minded having your moms listen to your session. Sometimes, it was easier to talk about everything without them hovering.

You sat at the desk and pulled a quilt over your lap. In one of the drawers were some items that made your sessions easier: a few fidget toys, coloring pages, and crayons. Natasha even added some of your favorite snacks. While the video program was loading, you grabbed a chocolate bar.

It wasn’t long until your therapist joined the call. She was an older woman who specialized in PTSD in children. “Hi, Doctor Hayward.”

“Hello,” she smiled. “How are you today?”

“Good,” you smiled back and broke off a chocolate square. “Kamala and I were watching a cricket match. I don’t understand the game, but she enjoys it.” You liked talking about your girlfriend. Dr. Hayward was the first person you told about your feelings. It made it easier to talk to someone who wasn’t a part of the team. “A few others joined, but I had to come here.” You threw away the wrapper. “I-”

The memory hit you like a freight train. The way you stood up and, without a second thought, kissed her in front of everyone. PDA made you uncomfortable. Even when your biological parents kissed, it made you squirm. With everything you’ve been through, it was nearly impossible for you to kiss Kamala in front of others. The closest you’ve done was hold her hand during a movie night. “I kissed her.” Dr. Hayward raised her eyebrows to her hairline.

“I thought you’ve kissed her before.”

“Yes, I mean no, I mean,” you groaned and dropped your head into your hands. Dr. Hayward was patient, which is why you liked her so much. “I kissed her in front of everyone. I don’t do that. Public display of affection freaks me out. But I kissed her in front of the team.”

“And how does that feel?”

“Honesty, it feels great,” you admitted. The usual anxiety you thought you’d feel wasn’t there. If you weren’t in a therapy session, you would kiss her again. Dr. Hayward gave you a reassuring smile and moved on to what she wanted to discuss. Another thing you liked about her, she never made each milestone a big deal. However, your mind wasn’t with it. It kept going back to Kamala. How was she feeling about it all? You couldn’t wait to see her.

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Everything turned to white noise when your lips touched hers. Nothing else mattered. It was unfair how easily you made her heart flutter. The smile never left her face while she watched you walk away. Even the cricket game meant nothing to her until a throw pillow hit her in the face. “What was that?” She asked, throwing the pillow back at Yelena. Unfortunately, the blonde caught it.

“I had to make sure your face was not stuck like that,” Yelena said, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl. Kamala rolled her eyes, huffing as she leaned back on the couch.

“I think her eyes turned into hearts,” America chuckled.

“And I thought Peter and MJ were bad,” Sam added. Kamala tried to focus back on the game. However, the comments kept coming.

“At least we know one way to stun her into silence,” Bucky was next. “All we need to do is have her girlfriend kiss her.” Kamala groaned, throwing her head back. She knew better than to throw a witty comment back at them. It was better to let them get it out of their system.

“Guys,” Kate laughed. “Be nice. They are so cute in their honeymoon phase.” At least it was over, and they focused back on the game. But Yelena moved to sit beside her, putting her arm around Kamala’s shoulders to pull her close.

“Thank you,” the blonde mumbled. Kamala stole a glance at the blonde, but her eyes were on the game. “She is not big on PDA so that was big for her.” Kamala knew that. She had seen you get uncomfortable when your moms kissed in front of you. “She is comfortable because of you.”

“I haven’t done much,” Kamala mumbled. “It’s all her.”

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After your therapy session, you felt lighter. You left the room and headed towards the gym, which was where Friday told you Kamala was. She was stretching on a yoga mat. It wasn’t long before she felt your presence. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” you smiled back. “Can I join you?”

“Always,” you walked over and sat next to her. “How was therapy?” She asked.

“It went well,” you said, holding out your hand, and she slowly took it. I did something before I left, though.” She tried to keep her expression indifferent, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“You did,” she said slowly. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” you answered. “It felt nice. Felt right.” Now, her smile was more prominent.

“The team teased me about it,” she admitted. You winched. The team was too scared to tease you about your relationship with Kamala. She got the brunt of all it.

“Sorry,” Kamala shook her head.

“I will endure all of their teasing,” she said. “As long as you are still with me at the end of the day.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Kiss me again.” She nodded and leaned forward. The kiss was slow as you savored the feeling of her lips on yours. Your hand went to her cheek to keep her there. Finally, your head rested on her forehead.

There were moments when you were scared of opening your heart to Kamala. You had been hurt so many times. But time and time again, she proved she was in for the long haul, and you loved her for that.

[wordy-little-witch]

I'm frothing over my goofy little trans lesbian Sun idea and I'm going to go nuclear.

Just!!!! Sunrise, who spent all formative years in a place of both infantilized and parentified roles, who had far more pressing events going on, who learned The Hard Way that idle hands = idle mind and that is NO GOOD, who has always struggled with the idea of really allowing authentic expression and communicating needs or desires, and who has only recently reached what should, by all means, be a safe place - That Same Sunrise Having The Egg Crack Of The Century.

Earth gets her new body and Sun shuts down. It's not a matter of maliciousness but instead of a decrepit and stripped screw valve finally giving way. It all comes pouring out when Earth - soft voiced with even softer touches - asks in private.

"It's a new dimension," she murmurs gently. "New home, new you - if you want it, Sun."

Sun does want it. Sun wants it so desperately that the very idea makes her oil lines throb, her battery soaring, her processor bubbling. Alongside it all, though, is fear. When was the last time she was allowed what she wanted? It always came at a price, one steep and horrific. What did she have left to lose? And would the price finally break her? Shatter her to smithereens? What would this cost her, if she did it?

What would it cost if she didn't?

Earth keeps it a secret, and life moves on.

Then the whole situation with NovaFrost comes up - and they're an older model, of course, an original, older than even Montgomery and Roxanne. They also have additional sensors, however, a programming system that allows for cursory mental health notices, something fleshed out over time and experience for their own personal means, fluffed up and meticulously maintained. It's 2025, now; it's not the 80s, and they get a quick crash course of what that means. They're still hesitant to openly admit to what their dynamic is, but they're more than happy to ask after others. Everyone's pronouns get added to a brand new file, a new subcategory in their personnel registry, and they want to ask EVERYONE!

They also are uniquely prepared to notice when Sunrise reacts... oddly to the question. The others talk and the conversation derails, so they decide to try again later - in private.

And maybe it's the exhaustion, or the familiarity of dimensional counterparts, or even the strain of never admitting it, but Sun, arms tight around a thin waist, whispers, "I want to use She/Her."

Just. Hear me out on this okay mtf Sun, Lesbian Sun, do you see my vision-????

[cowboy-robooty]

MY LE AWEZOME ANGEL DEMON HETALIA AU!!!!!!!!!!!! now lots of this art is old as shit because ive had this in the making for forever.... but its better to unveil it now rather than never amiright? i have a lot more art for this au already drawn and I'll post it later but heres the basic rundown intro to dis world (me trying my best to condense it as much as I can) ^_^

CHARACTERS:

Italy: He's an exorcist with his older brother Romano. They work at a dingy church managed by Hungary and Austria and they both suck at exorcising demons (that's why their church looks like a piece of shit). Italy is a fucking pussy and almost dies all the time, especially because Romano keeps giving him all the ultra scary hardcore demons since he's like "ermm fratello you take this one. i did like 60 easy demons last week go do this one that will definitely kill me". He has Germany wrapped around his finger since one day when he was tasked with exorcising a super scary demon he didn't have enough to sacrifice to successfully summon an angel to come to his aid, so in a fit of panic he instead tried summoning a demon. Germany is the one who appeared and helped out Italy and also generally feels worried for Italy because he's like "how the fuck have you even survived this long?". And now Italy just always summons Germany for help and general bullshit because he found out Germany will literally do anything and goes out of his way to help out Italy and is way cheaper to summon than an angel. He keeps Germany a secret from Austria and Hungary though since they'd FREAK if they knew he had a demon helping him out with literally everything. Italy does exorcisms because he has a goal of ascending his soul to become an angel to reunite with grandpa rome, since as a child him and romano were raised by grandpa rome as their guardian angel. Germany is now helping him out with that goal and also providing him company and cookies. Itager is real but that will be explained more later. His holy item is rosary beads with a cross attached. When an angel weilds it then the beads become a safety wrist strap and the cross becomes a white flag. But in times of need and great synergy it can also become a scythe.

Romano: Italy's older brother who works as an exorcist alongside him. His exorcisms suck for the opposite reason Italy's does. Instead of being too lenient he beats the shit out of demons for pleasure. There's etiquette to exorcisms and Romano does not follow that shit at all. His ass is still crucifying and throwing lighter fluid on demons even after they've completely given up and are waving white flags. Because of this, this actually violates the rules of battles between demons and angels (since you're supposed to stop once the other party admits defeat) and thus in the end gives a penalty which gives them a free pass to fulfill the human's wish with no intervention despite how Romano beat them. He's such a fail exorcist because he fails every exorcism since he gets too into beating demons senseless and then when he encounters an actual scary high level demon he shits his pants and forces Italy to fight them. His ultimate goal is to ascend his soul with his brother in order to reunite with grandpa rome as well. But actually secretly the reason he wants to ascend isn't to reunite to grandpa rome, but rather to reunite with Spain. Since grandpa rome mainly focused on Italy while Spain ended up actually being a guiding figure in Romano's life despite him not officially doing the Guardian Angel program with him. Prumano is also real but that's to be explained later. His holy item isn't holy at all it's just a normal bag of salt. Sometimes he mixes glitter with the salt.

Germany: He's a demon that has just recently come of age. He's a really low ranking demon because of this and only lives within the first circle of hell. He has to provide for not just himself but also his brother Prussia who is a fail demon who sucks at all the jobs he gets and basically was bumming around on couches and shit until Germany came of age and was sent to hell. Prussia acted as a mentor and older brother figure when they were both growing up and Germany thought for sure that Prussia became an angel so he was heartbroken when he was chosen as a demon. But then he found Prussia immediately in hell and is taking responsibility of having his back because they have a strong sibling bond together. His sense of responsibility and competative nature of the job market is why he was the only demon willing to fulfill a summonings request for a priest, since he really needed the money to keep him and Prussia afloat. Him and Italy form a genuine close bond though, and Italy makes a "deal with the devil" later on.

Prussia: He's an absolute fail demon who can't get any of his jobs done so he relies on Germany to make all their money to survive in hell. He usually tags along with Germany when he goes to the human world because he's bored and LOVES the human shit (especially Arbys). This is against the rules, since angels and demons can only go to the human world if they're summoned. But also Prussia is a low-ranking demon who lives in the worst circle of hell, so it's like someone going missing in New York City; people aren't really going to notice. This backfires on him though since whenever he tags along to the human world with Germany he always ends up running into Romano. At first his and Romano's relationship is a pretty painful one since Romano can beat the shit out of Prussia as he likes since Prussia is not in the human world for work, so he can't give Romano any penalties for beating the shit out of him. So really it's just Romano terrorizing Prussia every time he goes to the human world for Arbys. But eventually they fall into a routine together and the initial thrill of beating up a demon as much as he likes wears off on Romano since Prussia keeps giving the same reactions. They end up becoming friends, although Romano would never admit this because he keeps adamantly proclaiming he hates demons and hopes they all die.

Russia: Russia is an exorcist who works at a church run by China. He works alongside America and Canada as fellow exorcists. Him and America have a never ending rivalry because America keeps accusing him of being a satanist. This is true though since Russia actually bats for both teams. He's a priest when it's beneficial for him to be a priest and a satanist when it's beneficial to be a satanist. He usually is a priest though since they're on the winning team. He also doesn't have to sacrifice anything to summon his angels, since he has the baltics as angels that he can summon at will for no charge (because they're terrified of him). Honestly he isn't all that much better than Italy and Romano at his job either, since he constantly scares off clients and has questionable practices. He does this line of work because he just enjoys this line of work and loves all the friends he can make in it. His holy item is a Bible which has a book mark in it. That bookmark marks the spot that separated the holy verses and the satanic verses in his "bible". When he recites these verses they give magical buffs to the demon/angel he is reciting them for. He also has a holy magic metal pipe of pain which is just a metal pipe that he baptized (nobody knows if it actually has holy power in it, since everyone gets knocked out from it instantly).

America: He works alongside Russia in exorcisms and usually they both suck at their job because they constantly tag along with each other to try to one up another. This makes them end up sucking at what they do. He's a priest because he likes feeling like a hero and feels triumph in fighting for "justice". He had England as his guardian angel as a child, but rebelled against him in his teens by denouncing God when he had his emo phase. Now he obviously grew out of it and is a priest now, but his relationship with England is strained because of the emo phase. He's a priest, but always argues against England that he's doing it for himself, not because of England's mentoring since he doesn't even want to ascend his soul. Although ascending would totally be super neat and the most befitting reward for a hero... **looks around**. His holy item is his bottle of holy water. He can splash the water in the air and the water droplets will turn into biblically accurate angel eyes that can shoot rays of light at enemies (super awesome lazer eyes).

England: He's a pretty high ranking angel that acted as America's guardian angel for a while. Not much to say here since I've already explained most of what he has done in America's description. In this AU England sees America as his stupid annoying favorite child son.

France: Not much to say here either. He was Canada's guardian angel as a child and that's about it for priest AU specific lore. He constantly is bickering and fighting with England. Him and England torment Germany because they think that he's a evil demon that infected Italy's mind and a sly bastard for doing work for a PRIEST when an angel is supposed to be helping Italy out. Neither of them think Italy is to blame for Germany and Italy's involvement with each other because Germany is ugly and ugly people are always wrong.

Spain: He basically acted as Romano's guardian angel despite the fact he really wasn't his at all. He mistakenly thought he was assigned him and took up the role, but ended up getting attached and sticking around to raise Romano anyways. He's pretty carefree and just like Spain in the show of course. He has a bad habit of forgetting to mention extremely crucial information though.

China: He runs the church that America, Russia, and Canada work at. He doesn't believe in God at all and is a Buddhist. But he runs the church because to him it's like his corner store business (like a 7/11 but with less mess). He takes care of the finances and such of the church and really does treat the church as if it's just his corner store he owns. This causes China to do a lot of special business events that force Austria and Hungary's church to compete against them since they need money too and if China's going to have a buy one get one free sale then they'll do it too. A running gag that is revealed as the series goes on is that China is correct about everything pertaining to how angels, demons, and humans work.

Japan: He's China's nephew and works as his apprentice at the church. He also does not believe in God nor Buddha, but says he's Buddhist to appease his uncle. He's a college student who's studying to take the DAT at the moment, so he does this as a part time job for money and something on his resume. He often hangs out with Italy since China gives him the job to scope out their "competition" (because he has to make sure the other church isn't doing as well as his) and Japan just ends up hanging out with Italy and Germany a lot. He honestly wishes he was more involved in the adventures they have, but he's too Japanese and not deadass enough to just ask to be invited more often.

Canada: He's America's brother everyone forgets exists and literally the only reason why China's church is so swag and not poor as shit like Austria and Hungary's. Because he's the only priest that actually does proper exorcisms. Everyone forgets he exists, but he's always working in the background and making like 70% of the profits that the church makes lol. His holy items are changed out between crosses, bibles, etc. Because he actually uses his items in a practical sense instead of sticking to one item and acting as if that's his thing now.

BASIC WORLD INFORMATION:

- angels and demons are species that gain power from human belief. they are raised together and then when they come of age they are either chosen to become an angel or demon

- because of this angels and demons both have the goal of fulfilling human wishes to gain more belief

- angels are obviously beating the shit out of demons in their never ending competition for human belief magical power. and thus they always get first pick for who becomes an angel while the demons get the leftovers

- angels also generally have much more magical power than demons, so many of them can do cool magical tricks while most demons have to do things manually. That's why demons are often more buff and physically strong since they have to work out to fight.

- angels are chosen not by the goodness of ones heart, but rather how good they are at rizzing and being well liked in order for humans to like them

- because of this, human's understanding of each side's morality is completely wrong since both act as buisnesses (and arguably angels are more corrupt since they play dirty)

- humans do not become angels or demons when they die. their souls reincarnate over and over again.

- different practices such as "selling your soul to the devil" and "guardian angels" and explanations for why demons are regarded as evil will be explained in later posts.

- the social heirarchy and way jobs work within hell and heaven will also be described in later posts

- Angels and demons also are responsible for santa's activies and bond together during the holiday season to reap the benefits of power from children's belief in "santa" (a persona that was created by satan and god together, so they split the power that comes from the belief in it)

- Priests and satanists in this world act as soldiers to stop the opposing angels/demons from fulfilling human wishes.

- they use their holy/satanic items to battle against angels/demons in the area, and if needed use sacrifices to call upon angels/demons to provide aid in battling against whoever they are fighting. The better the sacrifice, the higher quality the angel/demon that appears will be due to the higher pay.

- Their holy/satanic items act as buffs/weapons for their angel/demon that they summoned if they choose to summon one.

- holy items only go with angels and satanic items only go with demons. holy items will always hurt demons and satanic items will always hurt angels.

[moljh]

Boy Next Door

Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary: Steve lives next door and each night he sneaks into your room but you aren't ready to admit how you feel.

General fluff, mentions of sex, no trigger warnings

Your house was situated next door to the Harrington's and you'd lived there forever. Despite living in a very nice part of Hawkins your house was definitely the worst on the block, compared to those on either side, yours looked slightly out of place. Whilst most had pools, formal dining rooms and enough garage spaces for at least four cars, yours didn't even have space in the garden for a pool, let alone a garage. But that didn't bother you, home was a comforting place for you, although your parents weren't exactly home a whole lot, when they were there were family dinners around the table and constant talk.

When you had been younger you had resented that your parents had to work so much, but now you understood why and since your two older siblings had left for college already, you basically had a house to yourself. Although most teenagers would've used this to have some parties, it meant you could watch whatever television program you wanted and go to bed when you pleased. More importantly though it meant that any late night guests wouldn't be questioned.

Living next door to the Harrington's definitely had meant many things for your family, but one you hadn't anticipated was the lonely Steve Harrington coming over every night to see you. He'd been doing it since you two were in middle school. His parents were also usually working, but for them it was in the city or another state and they generally left without much notice or care for their child. You hadn't really thought about how in a house that big with everything a kid could want that Steve would be lonely and desperately so.

Your bedroom window coincidently looked directly into Steve's room and one night when you should've been sleeping you had gotten up for a glass of water and when making it back to the warmth of your comforter, you made eye contact with him. You had both stood there for a moment, seemingly unsure as what to do next when realisation that you were staring at the most popular boy in school came over you and you dashed away from the window.

The next day at school you were grateful not to see Steve and have to give an awkward explanation regarding their night time encounter because you weren't even sure what you would have said. Though to your surprise later that night as you went to bed once again you met eyes with the lonely Harrington in his window as he looked over at you. This strange nightly tradition continued until the end of the week when instead of seeing his eyes from a distance, you were shocked to come face to face with Steve right outside.

He mouthed something at you and gestured for you to open your window as he clung to the window sill, that you presumed he had scaled.

"What are you doing?" you exclaimed, quickly lowering your voice as he clambered in

Tumbling to the carpeted floor he sat up in a huff "Thought I'd come by" he said nonchalantly as if this was something he did all the time

You stood frozen in place for a moment, confused if this was really happening. Not only was a boy in your room but someone who you'd only every spoken to in polite passing and rarely even made eye-contact with at school.

"Why are you in my room?" you questioned him again

"You let me in" was all he said

"Steve" you firmed said to try and get a legitimate response from him

This became a nightly tradition for the two of you. After a shower and getting ready for bed, Steve would show up at your window and you'd let him in. In the beginning he'd simply sit at your desk and doodle with your stuff, but as time went on the two of you starting actually talking and you realised you actually really enjoyed his company. You'd gone over to his house a few times when people had been home at yours, but he preferred your house.

Despite efforts though he never really offered an actual reason as to why he'd snuck into your room that first night. Though it wasn't hard for you to deduct that he didn't like being home by himself and was lonely, potentially even scared of the vacant home apart from his own presence.

You weren't sure if your siblings knew what was happening while they had still been at home, though they never brought it up and your parents were either in a coma-like sleep or working a night shift.

One thing you never questioned however was that despite the intimate friendship the two of you had, why Steve never spoke to you when at school. You weren't popular so you assumed he just probably didn't want to try and explain to his friends why he'd be taking to someone like you. But you also enjoyed when you two were together and didn't want to ruin it by asking.

"I'm assuming you haven't studied for Mrs Connors history test that's on Friday" you asked over your shoulder

"Oh you know me so well y/n" Steve chuckled as he lay on your bed flipping through one of your magazines

"I'll give you a copy of my notes" you said as you continued to take notes

"You're too good to me"

"I know"

You continued to work through the syllabus some more, when you looked at your watch and noted it was nearly midnight.

"I need to go to sleep soon" you declared, turning around to properly look at Steve

"Ok" was all he said, continuing to read whatever article he was up to in the magazine "do women really wear these?" turning the page to you it was an article on how best to wear a thong

"Why are you reading that?" you rolled your eyes

"Just trying to stay educated"

"Oh yeah cause you wear thongs all the time" you laughed

"One of us has to" he quipped back

"How do you know I don't?" you said before processing your words, which made Steve very quickly put down the magazine

"Girls wear thongs y/n" was all he said

"Well last time I checked I'm a girl"

"You know what I mean… like a girl girl" he said trying to make his words make sense

"Yeah ok" you bluntly replied walking to the window "time for you to go"

"Aw fine" he whined and gave you a hug before leaping off the edge

Although he was now practiced in jumping out of your window, it still worried you every time he did it. You waved to him as jumped your fence and dashed across his perfectly manicured lawn and around the to the unlocked back door of his own house.

Later that week you were surprised to hear the familiar tapping on your window as it was a Friday night. Usually Steve would've been out at a party, he was never usually home.

"Why aren't you at Tommy's?" you asked as you pulled open your window

He climbed through "I need to ask you a serious question" he said ignoring your words

"What?"

"How do you get a girl to like you?" he seemed genuine in his question which was odd

The two of you proceeded to have a conversation about how he was desperate to get Nancy Wheeler to fall in love with him. You were confused because he'd never shown any interest in her until now, but you pushed that aside and gave him your best advice.

"Just show interest in the things she likes" you started, "ask her questions about herself and make sure you're looking at her…" adjusting slightly you moved away from Steve as you two were sitting side by side on your bed "girls like it when you show interest"

You two regularly talked about the girls Steve had hooked up with, but this time felt different and you didn't like that. You had never thought of Steve in any other way than just a friend but as you kept giving him advice on how to get Nancy you couldn't help but feel the unfamiliar feeling of jealousy brewing… and you didn't like it.

"You're incredible y/n!" Steve exclaimed cupping your face with his soft hands "I love you!" he said pressing a brief kiss to your forehead and leaping up

The moment was brief but you felt butterflies in your stomach from his unexpected touch. Before realising it, you had lifted your hand and gingerly touched your head where his lips had just been. You were glad that Steve had been too caught up in his thoughts to noticed your actions, as you quickly put your hand back down to your side.

"I've got to go then," he told you, moving back over to the window "I invited Nancy to Tommy's party and hadn't thought of what to do next"

And with that he was gone just as fast as he had come.

You were used to not being anyone's first choice, or their second or even their third or tenth. It hadn't really ever bothered you, but for some reason it now did. Steve was your only real friend, while you had friends as school they were just people you sat with during lunch and next to in class, you never had deep conversations. But with Steve you did.

You knew about how his father treated him, how he cried when he accidentally hit a bird when driving or how he preferred the company of strangers to his own thoughts. And vice versa. He knew of your fears, how you were scared to let your family down by being a burden or when your siblings left you knew they wouldn't be coming back.

This new feeling wasn't welcomed. You didn't like thinking of Steve other than a friend or how his clear interest in Nancy bothered you somehow. So you pushed it down and did your best to ignore it.

Over the next few weeks Steve came over less and less. You'd wait for him until late but then he eventually just stopped showing up at all. It hurt.

In class you found your thoughts drifting and tuning out from what the teachers were saying, you just didn't care. That was why you guessed that when a blue car with California plates showed up one morning you took interest.

Billy Hargrove wasn't like Steve. If anything he was the opposite and that's what you liked. You had always been the girl that people hadn't seen and guys hadn't considered and now the guy that all the girls wanted was looking your way.

You knew it was dumb and that you probably shouldn't have done it but you played along with Billy's interest. He was strong, controlling and knew what he wanted, which was something you weren't used to. It was different and exciting and new.

You and Billy weren't dating but it was obvious to people at school that you two were sleeping together. He'd be seen hanging near your locker and would drop you to and from school each day, usually with you wearing the same clothes as the day before.

It was a strange feeling that you were just floating through life and no one seemed to notice or care. You guessed that was why you enjoyed the company of Billy, you'd replaced the emotional connection you'd had with Steve with that of a physical one with Billy. It was solely just sex between you two, but in that moment it was intimate and you were happily close with someone.

It was fourth period and you had a study break, so you were walking out the front of the main building, with the intention of just sitting on the bleachers in the sun or the time. Concentrating on balancing the books in your arms, you gasped as someone grabbed your arm and pulled you down the side of the building.

It took you a second to process what was happening and then once your eyes focused you were shocked to see Steve in front of you.

"Steve? What the hell?" you exclaimed, going to turn to leave

"Y/n stop" he firmly said, grabbing a hold of your arm once again, "we need to talk"

"What the fuck about?" you raised your eyebrow

"About you!" he shouted waving at your body "about all this"

"What about it?!" you replied, annoyed now at what he was implying

"Y/n what are you doing with Hargrove?" he calmly asked, lowering his voice "He's an asshole"

You scoffed as his words, rolling your eyes at the idea he cared.

"I don't think it's any of your business Steve," you replied "why do you care who I fuck?"

He seemed taken aback by your words "Because you're my friend y/n"

"Since when Steve?!" you said "I think this is the first time you've even spoken to me in like three months and the first time at school I might add!"

He didn't say anything as you kept shouting at him.

"You're embarrassed by me and I'm sick of being your dirty little secret! Billy mightn't be the best person but at least he's not ashamed to be seen with me"

"I never said I was embarrassed by you y/n" he said

"You didn't have to SAY anything" you challenged him "I'm not an idiot Steve"

"I'm sorry…" he muttered

You felt your anger slowly subsiding and the feeling of sadness wash over you. Grabbing your things again, you turned your back to Steve and walked away.

"I would've thought you of all people would've known what's it's like for someone to just not show up" you didn't give him a chance to reply, didn't want to give him the right to have the last word.

You felt a tear slowly roll down your cheek and your cursed that your arms were too full that you couldn't brush it away.

As you lay beside Billy, only a thin sheet between your skin you couldn't help but think that his sheets felt rougher than Steve's. It was dumb. You'd never done anything romantic with Steve and as you were there naked, post sex, you could only think of his sheets.

"Do you miss California?" you rolled onto your side, and asked Billy

"Yeah" was all he said, still staring at the ceiling, hands on his bare chest

"What do you miss about it?" you kept asking, trying to get a feeling for him

"Why do you care y/n?" he suddenly shot back , seemingly uncomfortable by the question

His response made you sit up "Jesus Billy, just trying to get to know you a bit"

He rolled his eyes as he looked at you "We're just sex y/n, this is all it is, don't try and make it something else"

"Yeah, I know" you nodded and slipped out of his bed

He didn't seem to care as you silently pulled up your jeans and grabbed your bra off of his dresser. Once clothed you grabbed your bag and left. Leaving in that moment you were glad you'd never ran into or even seen his parents before.

The sun hit you as you walked back out into the afternoon Hawkins air, the sun was lower in the sky, so you'd been there for a few hours at least.

Getting into your car you felt your chest heave and without warning you began to cry. You didn't like the feeling of not being in control and up until that moment you had felt that you and Billy's situation was on your terms. But you felt stupid for thinking such a thing.

It was just sex. You knew that, that's all you wanted. Or at least that was what you were telling yourself to make it ok.

Driving back home, the sun slowing began to descend and darkness started to replace the light. Taking the usual turns, you pulled into your street and parked outside of your house. It wasn't until you were walking along the front path that you noticed the figure standing in front of your door.

He was waiting there, clearly wanting to have a serious conversation based off of the express burdening his face.

"Steve go home" you bluntly said trying to find you house key

"I'm not going y/n" he said, "we need to have a proper conversation"

"No we don't" was all you said

"Y/n I don't care what you said but you're my friend and I care about you," he replied "I need to know you're ok, I just want my friend back. I miss you"

"Steve I can't go back to what we had before, I deserve more than that" you told him

"I know you do and I'm sorry for treating you like that, it wasn't fair of me" he said

He took a step towards you and you stumbled as your foot slipped off the step behind you, to which Steve impulsively reached out to steady you.

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and he kept moving closer and closer to you, as he pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around you, his frame surrounding you whole. He'd held you before but this was different, this was warmth and desire all in one.

"I'm sorry Steve, I just can't do this" you said, pushing yourself away from him chest "your with Nancy and I know you just see me as a friend but…" you couldn't find the right words, you felt stupid trying to find the right thing to say

He cut you off "Nancy and I broke up" he said slowly

You lifted your eyes and looked up at him, studying his face, "Nancy and I just didn't work, it just wasn't right" You heart stopped at his words "She wasn't you"

You went silent as you looked into his brown eyes and slowly moved your hand up his chest. As your hand moved, you felt his own move from your lower back and up towards you face. As you stood there pressed against one another, he lowered his face and soon you felt your lips pressing against his own.

His lips were soft as you had thought they would be. Moving with the motions of his lips, his teeth grazed against your lower lip causing your mouth to open. Soon his tongue met yours and you couldn't help but sigh as he clutched the back of your neck.

His mouth was so gentle against your own and you could feel the slight stubble that was growing on his chin and cheek. You were lost in his touch and you loved it. You felt safe. You felt like your were home.

Standing out there in there on your dimly lit front step, held in Steve's embrace, his lips on yours, it felt right between you two. You could've never have known that all those years ago the boy next door would end up being so much more to you.

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Abbey Bartlet for 5 headcanons pleassssseeeeee 💕💕

Send me a character and I'll give you five headcanons!

Disclaimer: I'm bad at math and bad with timelines so like, there's a reasonable chance some of these don't make sense logistically? My excuse is that neither does the timeline of the show sometimes, so it fits into canon regardless. For the purposes of this I'm saying Jed is maybe one or two years older just for the London time stuff to work out idk.

Liz was not entirely on purpose She was very wanted, very loved, but oh Abbey was Stressed when she realized she was pregnant. I think, ideally, she'd have liked to wait until she was older, entirely done with med school, maybe even residency, before having kids, even if that'd make her older than she might have preferred. Instead, Liz was born when Abbey was in her first or second year of med school. (I'm kind of assuming that Jed's graduate degree in London would take 1-2 years, so there's time for him to do that, come back, and Liz to be there before Abbey's halfway through with med school? I've not really researched any of this.)

Ron Erlich Based on the fact that Jed can tell her exactly for how long Abbey and Ron dated thirty years ago, makes me think she met Jed before she started dating Ron. Jed was already falling for her, but she got a boyfriend before anything happened and he knows how long that relationship lasted. I think from Abbey's point of view, she'd say she didn't break up with Ron for Jed, but also Jed's presence in her life absolutely contributed to her just not feeling the relationship with Ron anymore. It still took some time after the break up for Abbey and Jed to actually go out; I think Jed fell first and Abbey really enjoyed the attention while also being slower and more careful to immediately get into something new.

Millicent and Ellie Millicent is Ellie's godmother partially because when Abbey started residency with a by then like 2-4 year old Liz, Millicent was the older resident in charge of Abbey's intern class and was honestly heaven-sent for Abbey and her little kid. Millicent wasn't a mother yet but planned to be, knew how hard it was to begin with to be a woman trying to make it as a surgeon, and wanted to make sure Abbey had everything she needed to do just that and not fall behind on account of motherhood. Abbey got pregnant with Ellie in year four of her residency when Millicent was a fellow in the same hospital, and postponed starting her fellowship with one year to make time for maternity leave without having to pause the program after starting it.

Andy and Zoey and kidnapping and all that I really want to believe that, at one point after Zoey is home but in the hospital and Jed is in the room with her and Abbey doesn't want to be in the same room as Jed too long but doesn't want to leave Zoey at the hospital, and Andy is still in the hospital after giving birth to the twins, Abbey goes to see her and the twins. Maybe Ellie joins for the sake of it (really that mostly came to mind because of what you said about Ellie's son and the twins ngl). And there is that same moment of recognition and fear and just. Understanding between two mothers and the birth of these rainbow babies and almost losing Zoey, as a parallel really to the moments between Toby and the twins and Jed and that recognition. There's some tears but it's a very beautiful moment actually.

Post administration and CJ I think it takes Abbey a while to settle after they leave the White House. She's been struggling through some sort of survival mode, mostly for Jed really, for years during that second term, and it's going to take her longer than she'd really expected to start recognizing her family is safe. She's going to have nightmares about one of her daughters being kidnapped or murdered for a long time, and Jed's health is obviously going to remain a serious concern but it takes time too for her to stop worrying about everything now that his simple day to day life is no longer a potential threat to his life. Part of this, too, is that it takes a while for her and CJ to be back on good terms; they were so good in the early seasons, but that stress of CJ's job and Abbey's concerns really put a strain on them for years, and that's not smoothed over as easily as either would want (and Abbey is not willing to admit she was wrong there, sometimes, when everything she did was for Jed). But, a huge turning point in that relationship, is CJ telling her she's pregnant. When CJ needs a mother, someone to tell about her pregnancy who's been there and who knows her, Abbey is one of her first phone calls despite everything else, and that is Such a meaningful thing.

[mychlapci]

horny idea I got while toy collecting bumblebee/cliffjumper retool and recolors are extremely common in g1 and in animated their are a ton of bumblebee like mini bots so what if horned minis type are kinda like the rabbits of the cybertronian very horny little fuck that are extremely insticts driven when it comes to reprodection, and taking care of their young, they have big litters usally between 5 or 8 sparklings, they can get sparked Extermly easily and can be sparked by any type of bot but the resulting litter will always be more mini bots though they do take on some the traits of their sires cliffjumper experience these strong breeding instincts but is too prideful to give in constantly insisting how he's not like others horned minis not letting any bot spike him, eventually he does agree to interface with another bot (i'm thinking Mirage) maybe what has cliff so riled up and short tempered is the fact he is ignoring these inbuilt insists and calm down a lot when he starts following his actual programming instead of fighting it, turns out he likes getting spiked and stuffed full of transfluid and sparklings fell like he still be feisty though when it came to defending his sparkling or his mate (cliffjumper does not share his mate) cliffjumper pretends he doesn't love being a carrier that once the cybertronian population crisis is over and their a stable cybertronian population he'll stop, but internally he knows he can't give this up bumblebee is a younger than cliffjumper so those kinda insists to effect him but slowly start gaining these instincts as he gets older maybe he gets spiked for the first time and it send his instincts into overdrive after he interfaced for the first time he immediately has to do it again and again and again until his forge is completely full and even after that he tried to fill himself up past his limit unlike cliffjumper bumblebee doesn't have a set mate and doesn't seem like he wants one either he just likes getting filled by any bot in the base all his litters have multiple sires and even before the sparkling start developing he always looks a few months in because he so stuff full of transfluid bumblebee really gets in being a good carrier and if at any point his forge is even close to half empty he make sure it's full again their Initially a little bit embarrassment for him maybe even a little shame about his bulging frame and Insatiable craving for trans fluid but overtime he started using those both as a badge of honor ant maybe even something he was proud of he went from a good autobots scout to the autobots top carrier able to carry massive litters of 8 to 12 bots back to back, often his forge is to stuff for him to move properly but thats ok other bots help take care of him and his sparklings 🦄

lowkey obsessed with the structure of this ask. really gives off the vibe that you’re frantically writing this down before your phone dies and strands you in a cave. anyways Yes yes yes, all for horny g1 minibots. Cliffjumper thinks he’s sooo much stronger than his breeding instincts, but he was bound to lose in the end. and i loooove sex pest Bumblebee.

[slasher-central]

Get To Know Zai'kuur & Hollow

A/N: Unfortunately, I couldn't help myself, so here's two more Yautja ocs.

Predator Masterlist

Name: Ihraind (aka: Hollow)

Rank: Elite

Gender: Male

Height: 7’0"

Some General Information About Him:

Hollow wakes up every day and actively chooses violence, lol. He has a hell of a temper even at his age, because usually male Yautja mellow out as they get older, but not this bloodthirsty hothead.

Hollow has a black color scheme with gray accents on his shoulders, knees, elbows, and chest (kind of like freckles). His dreadlocks are shoulder-length and left unadorned because they’re more sensitive than the average Yautja’s dreadlocks, you can make this guy's knees very nearly buckle just by touching them.

It’s a bit of a sore spot though, so maybe keep teasing him about it to a minimum (or strictly to the bedroom).

Hollow programmed his biomask to have a Scottish accent because his most difficult hunt was a military unit, one of the last men standing was a Scotsman that actually managed to give Hollow some nasty scarring when he took shrapnel from a makeshift bomb to the left side of his body.

Hollow came out victorious in the end, taking the man's skull as a trophy. But in honor of his worthy advisory, he adopted the human's voice. He also displays the Scotsman's skull in his personal quarters instead of the trophy room, because that particular hunt was the closest that he's ever gotten to being defeated.

You and Zai’kuur are literally the only ones who can bring this beast of a hunter to heel, he outright refuses to listen to anyone else. Hollow also –unsurprisingly– has authority issues and will absolutely argue just for argument’s sake, which usually escalates into a vicious brawl.

As a result of his volatile attitude toward his fellow hunters, Hollow has been challenged to a duel numerous times (though elders are exempt from his savage behavior since he holds a modicum of respect for them).

Hollow is a bit of a show-off, especially when he’s trying to impress you and Zai’kuur.

He’s also pretty possessive, though he makes an effort not to be controlling because of it. But even so, sometimes he has to hover a little in order to calm himself down so he doesn't cause a commotion. There have been several occasions where he’s literally tried to murder someone or something that had laid hands on either you or Zai’kuur, regardless of whether said touch was friendly or not.

He's the living, breathing definition of the phrase "guard dog privilege" so please take advantage of it. In fact, he'll actively encourage you to do so.

Hollow and Zai’kuur aren’t in a clan, choosing to travel the universe as a pair in order to hunt larger and more dangerous prey. On that note, their ship is large enough to comfortably house six, but because of their race’s advanced technology and their own intelligence, they can easily pilot and maintain the ship themselves.

Name: Zai’kuur

Rank: Elite

Gender: Male

Height: 7'4"

Some General Information About Him:

Zai’kuur has undeniable himbo energy, his general attitude far more laid back and chill than his rabid counterpart.

Zai’kuur and Hollow grew up together and formed a strong bond that can come off as either platonic and/or romantic at any given time. Their relationship is complex in the sense that they don’t label whatever it is that they share, they simply go with the flow of things.

Zai’kuur has a muted brown and green color scheme, with dark brown accents on his shoulders, chest, and stomach. His dreadlocks are on the longer side, hanging past his shoulder-blades with rings carved from bone evenly spaced along the length of each dreadlock. He also has two smaller bone rings on his lower mandibles, which was a gift that Hollow gave him when they first began traveling together.

He programmed his biomask to have a southern accent since his first hunt on Earth was in Georgia during the summer months. The state became his preferred hunting grounds when he visited Earth, especially the national parks.

Despite his friendly deposition, Zai’kuur is extremely protective of those that he cares about. He is more than willing to go behind both your back and Hollow’s in order to get his hands dirty, only to effortlessly return to his usual sweet and sheepish self when you and Hollow scold him for running off on his own. It’s not a mask or anything, he just prefers to be a big teddy bear whenever it’s not necessary to tap into the violence that he’s capable of.

The quote “Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me.” from Al Capone sums Zai’kuur’s character up nicely.