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⠀⠀⭑⠀𝆬⠀⠀CLOSE ENOUGH:⠀✴⠀ r. cameron.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ minors do not interact.

PAIRING:⠀s2!rafe x stalker!reader.

†⠀⠀LISTEN TO:⠀close enough by ava morse.

wordcount: 3.7k⠀⠀|⠀⠀CONTAINS: ⠀ smut content. violent behavior. obsessive behavior. hard / strong language. drug mentions. kidnapping. face sitting. rough sex. slightly size kink. p in v. unprotected sex. dirty talk. face fucking & tits sucking.⠀ minors who interact with this will be blocked.

꒰ SILLY NOTES:⠀hi, sweets! i still don’t have a masterlist and stuff, i know, but i just really needed to write this. also, this is my first time writing a smut in my life, so... forgive me for any mistakes, i swear i'm trying and i’d be so happy if you could tell me what you think of it.⠀⠀⠀⠀(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 💬 ♡

there were two perfect words to describe you from what rafe thought: kind and sweet. so sweet, the kind that made him stop and think ‘what hole did you crawl out of?’ well, in a honest answer, the hole you crawled out of was hell. this isn't a silly little joke, it's reality, your sweetness was the perfect counterpart to the kind of obsessive and insane devil you've become since the day you laid eyes on him.

it took rafe longer to figure this out than you had anticipated before starting this freak game between you.

if he needed someone lovely, you'd be her. if he needed someone gentle, you'd be her. but, if he needs someone as crazy and fucked up as he is? his lucky day, you were all of that without even having to hide it with cute clothes and a damsel in distress demeanor.

150 days that you knew him, 150 photos of him kept in the last drawer of your dresser, right under your panties like a stupid plan not very calculated, but existing. a photo a day that you wisely chose every time you followed him around like an abandoned puppy, finding out things about him and his life was part of the shameless fun.

and each time he accidentally noticed you, you acted as he expected you to act. a confused expression and a gentle smile, pretending you were doing anything that a weirdo would, acting like it was purely fate putting you in the same place as him. what kind of shitty fate was this? god could only be punishing you for putting you in each other's lives.

but, no siege was impossible to close, and eventually, the pieces fell right into place in his mind. too late, he was the little mouse that bit the cheese in the mousetrap.

not that his insanity had reached its limit—you were never any different from that—it was just something you wanted to do and felt he needed, given how much stress you'd watched him go through lately. it wasn't wrong, was it? it was just love, no matter how strange, violent, and intense.

just a little help, you wouldn't hurt him... you'd just show that you can take care of him as well as anyone else since no one would take care of him if not you. plus, in the meantime, he could taste his own medicine with someone just like him, or worse.

“what the...” his eyes opened with difficulty, a throbbing pain in his head and his body limp, tingling, almost struggling to move. a dimly lit room, definitely not his room, unless he had been drugged enough to forget how he got there—which was what it looked like. “that’s all i needed now.” rafe thought he was talking to himself.

until he notices you there, sitting in front of your desk, swinging your feet with only one side of the earphone in your left ear, scribbling something. how cute, he thought, not thinking really much about it and when he did, well, he knew he was so fucked.

hands tied to the headboard, he wouldn't even question how you managed to drag him there, but there he was, gagged on a girl's bed. he could kick you if you came near, if it weren't for the clear fact that you both knew he wouldn't do it, first 'cause he wasn't afraid of you, second 'cause he wanted to know how far you'd go.

honestly, if you didn't go all the way, he'd make you go all the way with him since you were the one who brought him here, you had to do something about it now.

“are you plannin’ to make me die here or just playin’ some insane weirdo game, princess?” he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position—even though nothing felt comfortable when his wrists were gagged. he was just trying to get your attention. was it strange that he was finding this too interesting and appealing to simply want to run away?

you turned in your chair, taking the earphone out as you left your pencil on the table. his eyebrows slowly rose when he noticed you was you, the acting was good, he had to admit, not every girl who was into him would simply gag him in her bed like he was her own doll. it was confusing, arousing, a lot of things his mind was trying to think about.

“you looked stressed, i just wanted to make you relax.” you mumbled with a sweet, albeit fake, smile, still swinging your feet in the air. so handsome, you thought, watching him with his disheveled hair and looking so vulnerable to you. “are you relaxed, rafe? or you need me to help you again?” 'cause there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't do for him at this point.

your smile only made him let out a nasal laugh, looking away for a brief moment as he stared at the ceiling. “nice way to relax someone, huh?” he scoffed. “but, since you’re offering... i think i’d be more relaxed if you let my wrists go from that rope.” he tried to suggest, blue eyes looking at you again with a disguised pleading, as if he could actually convince you like that.

“you look better this way.” you grumbled, standing up and walking over to sit on the edge of your bed, his knee lightly brushing against you for a moment. “but, if you wanna leave, i’m not really stopping you. just say the word and we both pretend it never happened.”

“but, i don’t wanna pretend it didn't happen... and i don’t wanna leave either.” he wouldn't say it out loud, but secretly he thought you were kinda wimp. what? you just do all of it and brought him here to... well, nothing? no, no, he knew you could do better than that. “i want you to do what you wanna do, or have you bitten off more than you can chew? don’t tell me you’re that stupid, princess.”

for a man gagged in your bed, he sounded very confident and intimidating in every word. he wanted you to do it so badly, whatever the fuck you had in mind, 'cause it was turning him on to see you do this to him. “come on, you know you didn’t gagged me in your bed to let me leave.”

and, as expected, what he said had exactly the effect he wanted. in less than a minute, your legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him as he looked up at you with a smug little smirk, not caring about the darkness in your eyes. you looked hot like that, he didn't really care about the implications of fucking you without using his hands.

“you talk too much, cameron.”

“then, you should shut my mouth.”

the implication of his words had almost immediate consequences. you bent over him, hands on both sides of his head, pinning him even further into the mattress as you pressed your lips hard against his. there wasn't one percent of delicacy in that messy kiss, just hunger and desire and rafe noticed it, feeling his blood rush to his lower half.

he moaned softly against your lips as he returned the not-so-loving affection, letting your tongue invade his mouth as if he was completely at your mercy—and he, actually, was. not that rafe had ever agreed to be on the bottom very often, but if it ended with you riding him, then it was for a good cause.

when you had the urge to separate your lips from his, it was like being woken up from a trance, he didn't say anything and if his wrists weren't gagged, his hands would be saying something for him. he ran his tongue over his reddened lips, slightly swollen from the inner contact, as if he wanted to know if the remnants of your taste were still there.

“y’know,” rafe started talking after a few seconds, noticing how breathless you looked from just one kiss. it was kinda cute, he'd give you credit for that. “if i wasn’t gagged here, you’d already be face down in that pillow.” he said with such conviction that you had to roll your eyes, thrusting your hips down only to see his facade tremble at the small contact over your clothes.

“yeah, yeah, but you’re gagged and i’m on top.” you gave him a mocking smile, gently patting his cheek before grabbing his chin, making him look straight into your eyes. “and that’s a lose-lose, for you, not for me.”

“lose-lose? i don’t see it that way, sweetheart,” his blue eyes dropped downwards, indirectly giving you the message that it wasn't bad for him when you were the one straddling him in your bed on any given day. “i’m just wonderin’ when you’re actually gonna act beyond these boring little kisses and put that pussy to sit on somethin’.”

“you’re talking too much again, cameron.” you shook your head in disapproval, sighing deeply as you pretended to think about what you were going to do to him. “but, since you want me to do something and i want you to shut up...”

you let the words hang in the air as you got off his lap, standing in the corner taking off your shorts and panties quickly, but to rafe it looked more like you were doing it in slow motion. every second counted and he was already missing your weight against his lap.

kinda ironic... that he was so comfortable being gagged in the bed of a girl he must have seen less than five times in his life. but, rafe never thought straight and he wouldn't start doing that now. it was even pleasurable for him to know that you were obsessed with him to that point. you might have been in physical control, but you both knew better than that.

despite the tension, you were on top of him again. knees on the mattress, your hands holding onto the headboard, the best way to shut him up and he wasn't really complaining about it, in fact, this was exactly what he wanted from the moment he thought of the possibility. a devious smile formed on his lips, his tongue moistening them for a brief moment as you graced him with that sight. shit, he wanted to touch you so badly, but he'd have to do it only with his tongue for now.

his tongue slowly passed through your wet folds like a tease of power, you might be on top, but he had his share of power too and he'd make sure to remind you of that. “you taste so good, princess...” he smirked against your cunt, giving it a brief suck before running his tongue over it again, only to see your expression falter and a shiver run through your body. “like a fuckin’ lollipop, so sweet.”

you placed more of your weight on his face, closing your eyes gently as you rubbed your clit against the tip of his nose, feeling his tongue suck hungrily between your wet folds. “mmhm...” you allowed yourself to let out a moan, looking down as your hips rocked over his face, his blue eyes fixed on you, attentively wanting to see you break under the touch of his tongue. he didn't want to miss a single detail of it.

rafe's pants were tightening around his crotch, his thoughts were hazy and he could only think of one thing: you and the dirty little noises that escaped your throat. he wanted to hear each of those and he wanted to be the reason for them. no one else, just him and he hoped you had used your weird obsessive behavior to understand that he was possessive as hell.

but, you were going far, he could feel it, pressing yourself harder and harder against his face and suddenly, the sound of the rope coming loose. your eyes opened in confusion, still numb from the brief pleasure he gave you, only for you to notice his hands loose from the rope, his wrists not even red. “what...? how?” you whispered, looking between his wrists and his face between your legs.

then, he pushed you back, not too hard, just enough to make you fall back onto the mattress and get off of him. “y’know... you’re bad at tying ropes, really bad,” he grumbled, sitting down on the bed before using one of his hands to pull you closer, climbing on top of you with an even more sinister smirk than before. “but, that’s good, it means i can touch that pretty little body of yours now.”

rafe didn't want to wait for you to have any reaction to that, he already waited for too long pretending to really be gagged in your bed, he didn't give a damn if he should've waited a little longer, he got what he wanted.

he pinned you against him and the mattress, crashing his lips against yours as he kissed you violently, as if he was trying to mark you or, maybe, he just really wanted to mark you. his tongue didn't ask for entry, it just invaded your mouth, making you feel your own taste, exactly as he wanted.

“did you like to taste your own sweetness, baby?” he whispered against your lips, sucking your bottom lip before kissing you again. “guess i have to take care of you now, don’t i? you’ve been following me around like a good puppy... i think you deserve a reward.” he pulled away from your face a little, only for his hands to go towards your shirt, pulling it over your head.

on a normal day, he'd take more of his time with you, but not today. today he was a little too eager for this, today you wouldn't go unnoticed by him.

“so sweet...” his fingers caressed your belly before he moved his lips down your neck, making sure to press wet kisses against it before moving down a little further and lightly biting your collarbone. you heard the sound of one of his hands going down to his pants, undoing his belt without any difficulty, as if he had done it many times before, and he did.

pants and boxers on the floor, he was hovering over you with an expression of hunger and desire, one of his fingers running over your cunt, he wanted to feel with his fingers how wet and ready for him you were. he patted your thigh, a warning for you to open it wider for him. you looked so pretty like that that he even felt like sucking you again. but, no, this time he wanted to make you feel everything.

rafe bent over you again, lips against yours, a cheap deception only for him to thrust his fully hard cock inside you. you opened your legs wider in shock, but you didn't push him away, you just moaned painfully against the sudden impact and he liked it, he really liked the way you lost your composure when he had no mercy on your tight little pussy.

no niceties or "just the tip", you were a weirdo who stalked him and he'd give you exactly what you wanted when you drugged him and took him to your bed. the kind of fuck that would leave you sore for days, and when you forgot about the pain, then he'd fuck you again... and again... and again.

he lifted your body a little, holding your legs as he slammed relentlessly inside your tight cunt, his cock was having trouble getting all the way inside you, but he didn't really care, he'd make it fit. “what happened to all that attitude, pretty girl? where did that "lose-lose" go?” he went deeper, making you sink into the mattress as you tried to contain the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth.

“no, no holdin’ back your little noises, i wanna hear ‘em all.” he roared, his hand letting go of one of your legs as he held your chin firmly. “and eyes on me. if you close them or hold back your moans, i’ll stop and you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

you couldn't say a single word, you just nodded, agreeing with what he was saying, even though you didn't know how long you could keep your eyes open. “good girl.” he released your chin, his hand trailing down your neck and collarbone until he reached your bra.

just fucking you could be enough, but it wasn't, not for a greedy man like him. he wanted more and your tits looked so inviting to his eyes, he wanted everything he could get of you. everyone knew, if he wanted it, he could get it. so, he didn't ask, he just pulled one of your tits out of the bra. his fingers pinching your swollen nipple and circling it as he stared at you, wondering if this would make you go further over the edge or not.

him being too big for you was already something, but rafe knew perfectly where to push your buttons and he'd make you tremble without needing much, he wanted to break you so you'd know better before you thought you could leave him in a position like that. your legs locked around his waist, just so he could go balls deep, feeling you squeezing him tighter and tighter as your tight walls clenched in pleasure.

“mmgmh, rafe, fuck...” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard as you looked down to see his rhythm. thrusts so rough that the bed began to creak and he had no intention of being discreet about how good and hard he was fucking that sweet pussy of yours. “rafe... i need to... i need to come...”

a mocking laugh came out of him as he slowly thrust inside you again, really much slower than before, making you feel every inch of him stretching you out. “yeah, princess? you wanna come that fast? this pretty little cunt can’t handle such a big cock, can it?” he continued with the slow thrusts, like a tease that he was really enjoying doing.

“but, it’s okay... i said i’d take care of you.” rafe whispered, leaning over you again, his tongue flicking over your nipple that he had been pinching moments before. “then, come for me, princess, come while i suck your tit.”

his thrusts gradually increased again, making you see stars as he sucked on your nipple hungrily, his eyes flicking up to see your expression of pleasure. your loud moans and whimpers were music to his ears, like fuel that only motivated him to go deeper.

and when you got to the edge, by god, you squeezed him so hard and moaned like you were in heaven; and he enjoyed every second of it, pressing himself against you as he felt your legs tremble for him. “you did so well for me...” he licked your nipple once more before moving kisses up to your neck. “but, we still have one thing before we finish... and you’re gonna be a good girl and do it.”

“what? what’s left?” you mumbled, tired and breathless, your legs still shaking as he grabbed your body and made you sit on the bed. not understanding what he meant when you noticed him standing up, right next to you.

“come here ’n open your mouth, i’ll show you.” it wasn't a request, it almost sounded like an order, if you didn't do it he’d make you do it anyway. “open wide.” he said again as you sat on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. one of his hands gripped the back of your head, while the other gripped his still hardened length, positioning it in front of your lips.

your eyes widened a little, but you looked up to meet rafe's gaze and he looked very confident about what he was doing. “no hands, i just need your little mouth, pretty girl.” he definitely wasn't expecting you to nod, he just shoved his cock into your mouth and waited for you to do what he wanted. “mmh, yeah, just like that...” he smirked, satisfied with your work, moving his hips back and forth, not caring if you could handle everything he put inside that sweet mouth.

he, in turn, didn't need much either, you had already given enough of a show for him to feel his balls full, he just needed a little more, your lips around his cock would solve the problem. “that got you so far, didn’t it? this stalker thing, you’re exactly where you wanna be, aren’t you? with my cock hitting your throat, so pretty.” he moaned, using his dirty words to motivate you to swallow him all the way down.

his moans started to become more frequent, he stopped moving his hips, using your head as if you were a doll, back and forth quickly, choking you, he was slowly reaching his limit and the sight really helped with that.

rafe knew he wouldn't last longer than that, he was exhausted, panting, letting out long gasps every time he sank the tip of his cock into your throat. he needed to come. so, he did it. “stay there... that’s it... stop.” he gasped once more, thrusting himself deep into the wet heat of your mouth, his length twitching as he began to spurt hot streams into the back of your throat. “fuck... fuck... mhmm.”

he didn't move his head, not until he was one hundred percent satisfied, not until you had swallowed every little drop of him.

and when it was over, you were a complete mess, falling back on your bed, dealing with the intense aftermath of what rafe gave you. he joined you at your side, as breathless as you were, not regretting a single microsecond of what had happened between you. “next time you wanna do this, remember to tie me tightly to the headboard, princess,” he suggested, lying on his back to face the ceiling like you. “just call me and i’ll bring the rope.”

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morgana-larkin · 3 days ago

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Alright I wrote this pretty quickly and was able to finish it as I hit a creativity wave. Here is ‘just tired’ part 6. The aftermath from Melissa figuring it out. I wanted to thank whoever sent the lovely compliment about loving the series, it made me smile. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Just Tired - Part 6

Warnings: manipulative relationship, swearing

Words: 3k

“NO! NO! NO!” Melissa says as she continues hitting the couch with the pillow. She then suddenly stops and drops to the floor as another tear rolls down her cheek. Just then Joe walks through the door.

“Melissa, you won’t be- what’s going on with you?” He asks her and she snaps her head up and furrows her eyebrows before she looks at him.

“Are you really crying? You’re so sensitive.” He tells her and goes up to her and holds out a hand to help her up but she slaps his hand. “OW! I’m trying to help you up.” He tells her and she stands up.

“I don’t need your help! In fact, I don’t need you.” She says and then she heads upstairs quickly and Joe follows her.

“Melissa, what are you talking about? Come on, you sound crazy.” He tells her and grabs her hand.

“Don’t touch me!” She yells at him and yanks her hand away from him. He grabs her arm and pulls her into him. “AHH!”

“Come on and just calm down.” He tells her as he wraps his arms around her waist.

“I said don’t touch me!” She yells out and tries to get herself out of his grasp. She then elbows him in the nose and he immediately lets go and goes to hold his nose as it starts bleeding.

“YOU BITCH!” He says and she walks to the bedroom and immediately gets Edith out from the bed. He gets in the bedroom and she gets ready to swing.

“Come near me and Edith will meet your head.” She says and he backs away and then goes to the bathroom.

Melissa then gets her suitcase out from under the bed and begins packing some clothes in it. After packing over a weeks worth of outfits, she begins putting some essentials in it, like deodorant, phone charger, a cloth to clean Edith and then she puts her daily makeup in there. She sees Joe get out of the bathroom with some toilet paper on his nose.

“I’m going to go make sure it’s not broken.” He tells her and she flips him off.

Melissa then goes into the bathroom and packs up all her toiletries. After she goes downstairs with everything, grabs a bag and packs the meals she cooked and the things she’ll need for her lunches for the rest of the week. Right before she leaves she goes back upstairs and grabs her 2 family photo albums. After she puts everything in her car she gets in the driver’s seat and drives off. She pulls up to your house, gets out and knocks on the door. A young woman answers it and Melissa doesn’t recognise her.

“Y/n still lives her right?” She asks her.

“Y/N!!! Door is for you!” She yells and Melissa hears footsteps coming down the stairs.

“No need to scream at the top of your lungs Hallie.” You say and you look to see Melissa at the door and Hallie goes upstairs. “Melissa? I thought you weren’t speaking to me.” You say and then you look at her eyes. “Have you been crying?” You ask her and she nods.

“You were right, all of it. About Joe and me.” She tells you and you immediately step aside and let her in.

“How about you go sit on the couch and I’ll go make you a hot chocolate.” You tell her and she looks at you. “I don’t have alcohol here.” You add and she goes to sit on the couch. You return a couple minutes later and hand her the mug.

“Thank you.” She says and you nod as you take a seat beside her.

“What happened?” You ask and she takes a sip before she puts it down and looks at you.

“Earlier today, Barb mentioned that I wouldn’t know a manipulative relationship as I don’t know the signs.” She says and swallows all the build up saliva due to her crying earlier. “Well, when I got home, I wanted to prove both of you wrong so I looked up all the signs and read about all of them. Well it turns out I’m in a manipulative relationship.” She says and starts crying. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be crying.” She says and you put a hand on her shoulder.

“You can cry all you want.” You tell her gently and rub her arm as she looks at you with puffy eyes and wet cheeks. She then suddenly wraps you in a hug and continues crying and you wrap your arms around her and let her cry. A minute later you begin to rub her back and you hear her breath hitch and she begins sniffling, she then lays her head on your shoulder. “It’s ok.” You tell her and you move so your back is against the couch and Melissa can still lay her head on your shoulder.

“It’s not ok, I was with him for over 20 years, I married him 10 years after being with him.” She tells you and lifts her head up. “I spent 25 years being manipulated by that asshole.” She says and puts her head in her hands. “I’m so stupid.” She says and you wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“Melissa, you’re the furthest thing from stupid. You were young, and thought you were in love and had no idea about his intentions.” You tell her and she leans into your body.

“This feels nice, being touched.” She says and you offer her a smile.

“Well I’ll always be up to touch you.” You tell her and she lets out a watery chuckle.

“You’re such a dork.” She says and you shrug.

“Well you came to this dork so I don’t know what to tell you.” You say and she hums.

“I need a place to stay.” She says and you tilt your head. “I have a few things in my car, just a few things I was able to get while Joe is making sure I didn’t break his nose when I elbowed him.” She tells you and you let out a giggle.

“Well I hope you did break it with everything he’s done to you.” You say and she smiles at you.

“Can I stay with you? At least just for the night. I can stay at Barb’s tomorrow but I can’t drive 20 minutes to her place, not with everything swirling around in my head.” She says and you rub her back.

“Of course you can stay here. We don’t have a guest bedroom but you can sleep in my bed tonight.” You offer and she looks at you.

“Trying to get me in bed already?” She asks and you chuckle.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, you can have a double bed all to yourself.” You tell her.

“Well if you have a double then we can share. I mean this couch doesn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep on.” She says and you hum.

“You’re right about that, I’ve slept on it a few times and woke up with a sore back.” You tell her. “But I think you need a place to feel safe right now so I’ll spend the night on the couch.” You tell her.

“I think I’d feel better if someone was with me.” She says and you look at her.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.” She says and you nod.

“Ok, whatever you need.” You say and she places her head on your shoulder before she snaps her head up.

“I have food in my car that needs the fridge.” She says and runs to her car. You go follow her and see her pull out a suitcase and a bag.

“Here let me take the suitcase.” You offer and she shakes her head.

“No, let me, please.” She says and you nod. She goes back inside the house with everything and she places the suitcase near the stairs and brings the bag to the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I got like 10 servings of food in here.” She says and you smile.

“Why am I not surprised? And I would love some if you’re offering.” You tell her and she pulls the food out.

“Where are your plates?” She asks and you walk over and hand her two plates and she puts food on them and puts one in the microwave. “Do you mind if I put some stuff in the fridge?” She asks and you nod.

“Barely anything in the fridge so go for it.” You tell her and she opens it and gasps.

“Why is there condiments, a thing of juice and milk but nothing else?” She says, almost sounding offended.

“Because, not everyone is a chef. My roommate and I mostly survive on microwavable meals.” You say as you lean on the counter.

“Well that is a tragedy.” She says as she puts all her things in the fridge. The microwave starts beeping and she switches the plates. “Here, have a real meal for a change.” She tells you and you get a fork out and start eating.

“You know, that top is very distracting.” You say and she chuckles.

“I was, I guess the term is affection starved. I wanted some compliments and I noticed you seemed to have a crush on me so I wore this to get a compliment from you.” She confesses and you hum.

“You don’t need to reveal your body to get a compliment from me.” You say between bites.

“But my body is what I really needed to have a compliment about.” She says and looks down.

“Well you have a beautiful body, one I would definitely love to kiss all over.” You say and she giggles.

“Thank you.” She says and gets the plate out of the microwave. “Do you have a table or do you eat somewhere else?” She asks you.

“What’s a table?” You ask her and she playfully nudges you and you giggle. “We usually eat on the couch or in our rooms.” You tell her and she nods before going to the couch. “So stupid question, but how are you feeling?” You ask after you both sit on the couch and she thinks about it.

“To be honest, I don’t actually know. I’m still trying to process it.” She tells you and you nod.

“You know, this food is really fucking good.” You say and she smiles.

“Thanks hon.” She tells you.

“So what are you going to do now?” You ask her and she takes a deep breath.

“Well, file for divorce first of all and try to win the house. Then I don’t really know. I spent many years doing what he wants but never what I wanted, so maybe I could finally start living.” She says and you look at her.

“If you want a friend with you then I just started living as well.” You offer and she looks at you.

“I’d like that.” She says with a smile and you clink your forks together.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask her and she nods.

“Maybe something with a happy ending.” She says and you go to Disney+.

“What about a classic Disney movie?” You ask her and she nods. “Do you have a favourite one? Or a specific one you want to watch?”

“Wait, I get to choose?” She asks and you nod.

“Of course, why wouldn’t you choose?”

“Joe never let me choose.”

“Well Joe can go fuck himself.” You tell her bluntly and she looks down. “Actually that is exactly what he’ll have to do as he can’t have sex with this beautiful redhead.” You tell her and you see a small smile on her face before she glances back up at you.

“You are just full of compliments, aren’t you?” She asks you and you shrug.

“It helps when there’s someone as adorable as you.” You say and she giggles.

“How about…the original Cinderella?” She asks and you immediately look it up and press play.

You both watch it and Melissa is having fun watching you be so into the movie.

“Been awhile since I saw it.” You tell her as you see her looking at you.

“No, that’s fine, I’m enjoying your reactions.” She tells you and you lean back into the couch and you smile at her before looking back at the movie. She laughs when you get so into bibbidi-bobbidi-boo and you try and get her to sing along to it. You then get to the ballroom scene and she lets out a sigh.

“What is it?” You ask her as you heard her sigh.

“I tried a few times to get Joe to dance with me to that love song, but he always refused.” She tells you and you hum before you grab her hand.

“Come on, let’s dance to it.” You tell her and she looks at you in shock. “Come on.” You say again and you get off the couch and help her up.

You both then walk behind the couch and then ‘so this is love’ starts playing. You place your hand on her waist gently and she places hers on your shoulder. Then you start dancing like they do in the movie and you see a tiny smile on her face and that just gets wider and wider the more you dance. You then suddenly get to do a twirl before getting her to be face to face and your hand back on her waist.

“Thank you.” She tells you and you tilt your head.

“For what?”

“For letting me stay here and for caring about me.” She says and you shrug.

“Even if I didn’t have a crush on you then I still would have wanted to help you.” You tell her and she sighs.

“I still can’t believe it, 25 years in a manipulative relationship.” She says and you get her to look at you.

“It’s not your fault, it’s his.” You tell her sternly and she looks into your eyes. “How could you have known he was manipulating you?” You ask her.

“I could have listened to Barb 15 years ago. That way I would be 33 and still be young enough to live a life. But now I’m 48, old and washed up.” She says and stops dancing.

“You’re not old, Melissa. You’re a beautiful mature woman who can still live a life.” You tell her and she scoffs. “It’s true.” You say and it doesn’t look like she believes you. You look at the time and realise the sun is about to go down so you bring her upstairs to your bedroom window and get her to look out the window. “I have a perfect view of the sunset, and it’s beautiful.” You tell her and she looks at the view and she smiles. “The sun represents a new day, a new beginning. You’re just like the sun, you have a new beginning and it’s never too late to start living.” You tell her.

“It’s beautiful.” She says as she looks at the sunset.

“It is.” You say and she doesn’t notice that you’re looking at her. You both stay watching it for a few minutes before she looks at you.

“I should go get my suitcase and call Barb.” She tells you and you nod.

You follow her downstairs but you go and pause the movie while she brings her suitcase up. You then go upstairs to have a shower now so neither of you have to wake up earlier. You get out of the shower, brush your teeth and hair before you get dressed and you go to your room and knock on the door just in case.

“Come in.” You hear and open the door and see Melissa there in pjs and on her phone. She looks up and sees you there with your hair slightly wet and she can’t help her mind from going places.

“You look nice.” She says with a smile.

“I just had a shower so neither of us have to wake up earlier so we can both take one.” You explain to her and she nods. “But I forgot to bring pjs with me so I’m just getting some and then going to change.”

“Actually, I need to go brush my teeth and hair so you can change in here.” She says and she grabs her toiletries before leaving the room. You get changed quickly and then you go to your side of the bed and take a deep breath. “You sleep on the right side?” You hear and look to see Melissa there and you nod. “That’s perfect because I always sleep on the left.” She says with a smile. She puts her things away before she makes her way over to the bed. You see her turn on her alarms for the morning before putting her phone down.

“Are you really going to work tomorrow?” You ask her and she nods.

“I need the money and it’ll help me take my mind off of things.” She tells you and then she lays down and you follow suit. Melissa lays there and fidgets with her fingers before she notices that you’re trying not to touch her just in case. “Y/n?” She asks and you look at her.

“Ya?”

“If you don’t mind, would you…um… would you put an arm around me?” She asks hesitantly.

“I will if you really want me to but can I ask why?” You ask her.

“Physical touch helps me.” She says softly and you immediately shuffle closer to her. You turn your body to her and carefully put an arm around her waist. She then turns her body to face you and she nuzzles her head on your chest. “Thank you.” She says and you move all the hair out of her face before rubbing her arm.

“Anytime.” You tell her before putting your arm back around her waist and she falls asleep. “Sweet dreams.” You tell her and gently place a kiss on the top of her head before falling asleep yourself.

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How about Cassandra doing a big romantic gesture for Danny on Valentine's Day?

Cass was smiling cheerfully as she strode through the halls.

“You look happy,” Damian observed, frowning slightly.

Cass looked at him and then reached over to pat his head. “I have a date.”

Damian’s expression immediately twisted into a grimace. He harrumphed and then said snidely, “Well, if it goes badly, I shall summon the rest of the family and we shall permanently exorcise him for you.”

Cass giggled, reading the protectiveness and shyness in his frame before reaching over to hug him. “Thank you, little brother.”

“Ugh! Do not touch me!” Damian protested, turning a dark red. Cass let him go with another pat and he immediately ran off.

Cass was still smiling as she got ready, relying on the skills that Barbara and Stephanie taught her to do her make up and dress up. When she was ready, she texted Danny to come pick her up.

Cass waited in her room for a while, a little embarrassed to leave and possibly be seen by her siblings, when the window was knocked upon. Danny appeared, dressed casually. He grinned when he saw her and then phased through the glass without a care. He looked at her up and down, appreciation in his eyes before he said, “Now I feel underdressed. You look gorgeous.”

Cass gave him a light glare, her cheeks turning pink as she slapped his arm. “Shush,” she said. “I have a surprise.”

Danny grinned. “Me too. Do you want it now or later?”

“Later,” she replied immediately. “Take me to this location.” She pulled out her phone and showed him the address.

Danny blinked. “The new building? Well, alright. C’mere.”

He swept her off her feet and off they went. As he flew through the air, they chatted idly, talking about plans for the week and avoided all of the talk about surprises on this day. When they finally arrived at the building, Danny looked at it, trying to figure out what it was.

“Sooo… we’re just going inside?”

Cass nodded and with a bit of intangibility, they snuck inside and flew into the highest floor. There, Cass pulled him into a room with a large window, where a picnic blanket and a basket were already set up. A large object stood in the corner, pointing at the large window and covered in a white sheet.

Danny narrowed his eyes. “You seem familiar with this place.” ‘Even though it hasn’t been opened to the public yet,’ was unsaid.

Cass smiled as she pushed him onto the blanket and opened the basket where she pulled out several sandwiches and snacks. “I bought it. With B’s money.” She pulled the deed out of her pocket and handed it to him.

Danny took it slowly, reading it. Then he gasped and looked at her with wide eyes. “Cass—! This is a—!”

“An observatory,” Cass said proudly. “Built for you.”

Danny stared at her, and then back at the deed, and then he turned around, observing the room once again and recognizing the various machinery and objects. He looked at the large covered thing and stood up to take off the sheet, revealing a massive telescope.

Danny gasped again and then turned back at her, his freckles aglow and his eyes sparkling. “Cass! This is amazing!”

She beamed. “I know.”

Danny laughed in delight. “Oh ancients, now I have to up my game later tonight.”

Cass gave him a flustered glare, but he was so happy that she let it go. As he started rambling about stars and galaxies, already planning what to do with his new observatory, Cass couldn’t help but be proud of herself.

Heh. She was the best girlfriend.

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Aw thank you so much for giving me the idea and letting me run with it!! 🥰

Oooh I feel like with Big Sky you can start from the last episode of season 2 and more or less understand why Beau is there. Whereas with the Boys...yeah, you definitely need to see season 1 and 2 before you watch 3. 😉 Still, I'm so glad you could still have fun with this batch of HCs!!

Aww no worries on 10 Inch. It's not the best movie ever, but Priestly is oh so very adorkable in it! 💜💜

Hahaa yay!! Another Friends fan! 💕

I was imagining MEV reader again, and as I was writing this I kept getting myself confused because I’m relating her to Monica’s love of cooking. But Dean is a bit of a mother hen and fussy with the cleanliness of his room, so he’s definitely got some similarities with Monica there haha - role reversal when the ‘bossy’ one gets bossed - just go to bed Dean!

Awww honestly it makes me so happy you were imagining the Midnight Espresso-verse reader! 🥹 That version of her and Dean live in my heart rent free always. But you're right, she totally embodies Dean's love of cooking while he holds her down in a similar way that Chandler holds down and supports Monica. She also dotes on Dean a lot though, so it would make sense to me how she'd be taking care of Dean and making sure he slows down to take care of himself. 💞 (Yes, go right to bed, Dean!!)

I’m really surprised by Beau’s character. I’ve read a couple of fics where the big 3 were all present, granted they were crackish, but I was under the impression he was a little more grounded and sweeter? And I guess he probably is, I’ll give him a pass because he has the man flu, but I didn’t realise he was such a work-a-holic. Then again, he’s a sheriff, makes sense. And at least he listens eventually, even if there were a few, I’ll say instructions. Man runs a right ship. “And can you get me…”

Aw yeah, Beau tends to be more grounded and a little more mature than Dean, but he still has a playful aspect to him, along with a hidden edge of trauma in his past (you'll see when you watch the show).

Yes! The idea was that he's the sheriff and really gets into his work, but once he caves to her telling him he needs to take it easy, it was my HC that he'd settle into being her patient. More sweet but annoying, in a "can you get me just one more thing, baby?" kind of way lmao.

He’s just a dick, a grumbly one, but also a softie and wants some love deep down right? You won’t win it with yachts, mate, although I guess it’s worked for him before?

Oooh yes, Ben is selfish and an asshole, most of the time. Taciturn and grumpy, but for someone he actually cares about I feel like he'd try to soften up just for her. 😉

LOL he's learning that love isn't just throwing money around. 😆

I’m going to see if I can watch Ten Inch Hero 🤞 - but now I really want to know if I was to read one of your Ben fics (being a super hero interests me the most), is there one I could read where I wouldn’t have to watch the show first? 👉👈 spoilers don’t bother me, I read supernatural fics set in the bunker before I’d even gotten there 😅 but I want to check one out and Break Me Down is looking very appealing ❤️

10 Inch Hero is an easy watch! Though with Soldier Boy, I reeeeally recommend you watch The Boys first to get a sense of the world, the characters, the background of SB's story. It's a wild ride lol, but I would truly love it if you read Break Me Down! That's the SB series I'm most proud of, and was my first foray into figuring out how to write Soldier Boy. 🥰💚 Hopefully BMD emulates the tone of the show. I tried to do justice to SB's characterization, as well as the other Boys characters, like Butcher, Hughie, Annie, M.M. etc.

However, if you do decide to dive into BMD before watching the show, the main thing you need to know is that Soldier Boy (real name Ben) is a Boys parody of Captain America...if with a Winter Soldier "captured by Russians and tortured for 40 years" storyline. 😅

At the end of season 3, there's a big showdown between Homelander, SB, Butcher, and the rest of the main characters. BMD is canon divergent from how season 3 ended, but you can read up on the canon plotline here.

HEADCANON: Man Flu

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader || Beau Arlen x Reader || Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader || Boaz Priestly x Reader

HC: When Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Boaz Priestly get sick, how would they act when you (try to) take care of them?

AN: After reading I Got You by @bettystonewell (Dean x Reader) and The Best Kind of Medicine by @lamentationsofalonelypotato (Soldier Boy x Reader), I realized that I've never actually written a sick-fic before. Here it is in headcanon form, since you guys seem to like these! lol 💜

Also adding Priestly to this lineup for the first time because some of you have been requesting more of him recently. 😉

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, hurt/comfort, sick-fic, some needy affection-starved men who don't want to admit they're needy, lots of fluff.~

Dean Winchester

He's not sick. Because he doesn't get sick.

Dean claims he has the constitution of a horse, but you still take the beer out of his hand before he can take a sip at 10:00 a.m.

He's too busy interrupting himself, namely by coughing half a lung, wheezing, blinking teary eyes -- the whole phlegmy nine yards.

Sam shakes his head, casting you a look that frankly says, Good luck.

He knows his brother is stubborn as hell, and one of the things Dean dislikes most is being fussed over for "no reason." Being seen as weak. Not being able to just shrug his shoulders and shake it off.

To be fair, Dean tries. Except this time it's accompanied by a body shiver and a reluctant sniffle. His pallid face is drawn, and his usually strong and solid frame looks unsteady as he leans a hand on the War Room table.

"Okay, come on, Rambo. Let's get you back into bed," you say, guiding your boyfriend back to the room you share with him.

"I'm find," he insists, even as he begrudgingly accepts the gentle pressure of your hand on his back and shoulder, pushing him down to the bed.

"Sure you are, baby," you say with a smirk. "You're in the primb of libe."

Dean shoots you a narrowed look. Damn you for forcing him to binge-watch all those episodes of Friends late at night when you both can't sleep.

Right now he's Monica, trying to convince you he's in tip-top shape, while you're Chandler, just trying to get him to use tissues instead of his flannel sleeve to wipe his runny nose.

After taking his boots off, you get him to change out of his jeans and back into his sweatpants. Then you manage to get him to lay down under the covers with the promise of coming back with medicine and soup.

"I don't want soup, damn it," he grumbles. You just roll your eyes and rub his arm.

"Just rest. I'll be back with the Vicks."

As you might expect, Dean is not an easy patient.

He refuses to drink tea, but he does down the pills you bring for him, with a measured toss of his head that still makes his head swim. He groans.

He swallows a couple of cautious spoonfuls of the soup, pausing when he realizes that its warmth actually feels good down his sore and scratchy throat. It tastes pretty good too, especially with the warm, buttered slices of bread on the side.

"You made this?" he asks.

"Mhmm," you nod, smiling. If nothing else, good food will pacify this man. "Chicken and wild rice, made especially for you."

"Hmm. S' good," he nods in reply. He manages to finish the bowl.

He has to admit, if just to himself, that he does feel like shit.

He won't admit that the way you're rubbing his back, the gentle pressure of your nails between his shoulders and down his spine relaxes him, makes him feel better.

He knows that you care about him. That you love him. But this is one of those moments where it hits him, just how much.

It's a little overwhelming. A heavy swell of pressure fills his chest, so he tries not to let himself think about it for very long.

(He fails.)

After he's done eating, you take the plates away and help him back into bed. You linger there, slipping your fingers through his soft brown hair and pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead.

"I really need you to rest, okay," you say quietly. "If you need anything, just text me or Sam. Don't get out of bed."

Dean grasps your hand before you can move away from him. Since you're probably going to wash your hands anyway, he lays a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Beau Arlen

Sheriff Beau Arlen is the type to run himself into the ground because he's so damn into his work.

He wants to do well in his station of responsibility, and he feels like he has to make up for his performance during the summer madness of Buck Barnes and Avery...and everything in between.

You just have to make Beau realize that he needs to slow down, before he well and truly burns himself out.

You put your foot down one morning.

He tries to get out of bed but has to pause, his head swimming. He takes a couple of steadying breaths while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You notice with a frown. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine. Just fine," he answers a little too breathlessly. He raises a hand to his head. His throat is sticky and coarse. He wrinkles his nose when he also feels a sneeze coming on.

"Just need a...a...mugh-ah-ha-hugh."

His coughing sneeze makes you grimace. You didn't even know someone could sneeze and cough at the same time.

"Aw, babe. You're sick," you say as you move over to him, resting a hand on his back. He shakes his head and groans.

"Nah, can't be sick. Gotta lot of work to do today," he says. His voice is like gravel blended with broken glass. It would actually be sexy, if for the distinctly un-sexy way he tries to clear the great wad of phlegm from his throat.

He tries to rock himself onto his feet, but there he sways on the landing. You hurry out of bed to grab his arm and steady him.

"Oh no, you don't. Back into bed," you say.

"Aw, sweetheart. I'll be fine--"

"No. Lay down. You're not going in today," you say more firmly, all while you tuck the man back into bed with the blankets covering him.

"All right, all right. No need to be so pushy," he can't help but tease.

It earns a small smirk on your face. It seems like his man flu hasn't yet deprived him of his sense of humor.

"I thought you liked that though," you reply. You sit on the edge of the bed and rub his chest. He groans in defeat.

"Can't believe this," he grumbles. "Today of all days--"

"There's always going to be another case. This is your body telling you that you need to slow down," you tell him. "So how about this. I'm gonna call in one of my sick days, and we'll bunker in together."

You stroke his bearded cheek. He quirks a smile, grabbing your hand and squeezing warmly.

"How long until I'm allowed out, warden?" he asks.

"Until you can stand without keeling over," you dryly reply. A smile tugs at your lips. "Remind me to stop by CVS to grab you a Life Alert."

"All right, har har haugh--" His sarcasm ends on a very real, wheezing cough. Your amused smile drops. You relent from your teasing and stroke his chest once more.

"Okay, just rest. Let me get you some actual medicine and I'll be right back."

He stops you by grabbing your wrist. "Hey, uh...can I have some chicken noodle soup later?"

"Of course, baby. I'll swing by the store now and get some stuff for you."

"And some saltines?"

"Saltine crackers on the side. Got it."

You're about to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth before you start getting ready to go to the store, but once again, Beau's needy hand stops you.

"Before you go, some tea with honey and lemon would be good. Just something for my throat," he croaks.

You smile and nod. "Yeah, for sure. That'll be better for you than coffee."

"Oh, and can you gimme that quilt over there?" he asks, pointing to your favorite knitted blanket at the edge of the bed. You graciously lay it over his form and drop a kiss onto his forehead.

"And some cough drops. Thank you, darlin'," Beau adds.

Your lips begin to press together, but you nod and continue getting dressed.

You can already tell this man is going to settle into you taking care of him just fine.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Neither of you thought it was possible, considering his super genes that allowed him to eat and booze and drug harder than Andre the Giant and Keith Richards put together.

But one day, your over six-foot super soldier goes down hard. The warning signs came the night before, when you could hardly sleep with the way he was snoring like a grizzly bear.

In the morning, he wakes bleary-eyed with a runny nose and a coughing fit hard enough to shake the bed.

"Fuck," he groans, dragging a hand over his face before he turns onto his back. "This's gotta be some kind of bullshit hangover."

You move over to him in bed and feel the intense warmth of his clammy forehead. Your brows draw together in concern.

"No, I think you're sick."

"Not possible," he grumbles. "I haven't been sick since..."

Well, since he was a kid, probably. He won't admit it, but he's surprised he still has that memory lodged in the back of his mind.

It comes to the forefront now: your hand on his cheek unknowingly mimics his mother's gentle touch, her soft, kind voice.

"Aw, my sweet boy. Let's get you feeling better."

He can almost recall the floral scent of her perfume, echoes of it in the shampoo you use.

Ben claims he's fine, that he doesn't need your help or want the medicine and tea you bring for him. (He tries the tea, grimaces, and spits it out when you're not looking.)

He's a sourpatch grumbly patient who only begrudgingly stays put in bed when you ask him to. He doesn't mind lying around and watching movies all day, not to mention episode after episode of Below Deck. It reminds him that he wants to get back into boating.

"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you from the bedroom, his voice croaking all the while. "I'm getting you a yacht for Valentine's Day. You want it all white, or throw in a bit of gold? Actually, check out this one with the navy trim."

You roll your eyes to yourself when you step back into the room. You're carrying a tray with a large bowl of soup and a fifth of whiskey. He claims the latter will help soothe his throat, and you don't have the heart to argue with him when he's clearly feeling so shitty.

"You mean you're getting you a yacht," you reply wryly. "We live in the city. Where the hell would we put a boat?"

"In a yacht club, where it belongs," Ben retorts. He hooks an arm around your waist and peruses what you've brought him on the tray. He doesn't look all that interested.

"Look, I know you're not exactly a soupy kinda guy, but this'll make you feel better," you say.

"Why can't you put some fucking steak in it or something?" he grouses. He tries and fails to hide another wet cough.

"Why can't you just eat what I lovingly made, just for you," you snipped back.

He rolls his eyes at your attitude, but he pipes down. In that silence, he's conceding that you have a point. There was a time were all he had to do was glance in someone's direction, and there'd be some fucking moron to fulfill his every whim.

Now, you're probably the only one in the world that would actually do what you're doing...

Cooking for him, putting your heart into it, for the simple reason that you do care.

Ben takes the bowl of soup from your hands. Raising a brow, you offer him the spoon as well.

He eats without further complaint.

You smile and reward him with a sweet kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back as you do so.

"See? That's not so hard, huh?" you can't help but needle him. "It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you."

He eyes you dryly, but he won't admit that there's a different kind of warmth coiling in his chest.

Boaz Priestly

"Uuuughhh, babe," he groans. "I feel like death on toast."

You're standing beside the bed with a smile playing on your lips. You brush back his for once un-gelled hair back from his face. It's weird to see it all limp and lifeless, slightly damp with sweat.

"Unironically, I should make you some toast," you reply. "What kind of medicine do we have?"

Priestly unearths his head from under his pillow to look up at you with miserable red-rimmed eyes and a sniffling, stuffy nose. "Can we count the tequila in the mini bar?"

"Maybe later," you laugh. "How are we on groceries?"

Priestly struggles to think. He takes your hand and rubs it back and forth across his chest. Maybe your sweet, loving touch has the power to clear away his congestion without him needing Vicks. Too minty.

"We have that pastrami I brought back from the shop," he says.

"That's six days old already," you shake your head.

"Aw, that's still good," he argues. "But uh, other than that, I think I have half a cheeseburger left from last night."

Last night's date at TGI Friday's, he means.

You heave a sigh. "Okay, clearly I'm going to the store. You just stay in bed and rest. Drink your tea."

He grimaces like a child. "I don't like tea."

"I know you don't like tea, but you need to drink it. It's good for your throat and your immune system."

He groans and flops back over onto his stomach. You bite your lip against a smile. He's such a whiny baby when he's sick.

Talk about Man Flu.

"Come on, be a good boy for me," you say, smacking him lightly on the ass. "Soon enough you'll feel better."

A smile creeps across his face where it's pressed against his pillow.

"Know what would really make me feel better?" he hedges. He tries to guide you down to him by tugging on your hand, but you resist him.

"Oh, no. You're not gonna get your germs all over me," you say.

"Hey, what happened to in sickness and in health?" he croaks. Even while under the weather, he's still plenty strong enough to grapple with you. He manages to yank you down. Laughing, you stumble into a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Huh, I don't remember exchanging any vows. You see a ring on this finger?" you tease, flashing your bare hand in his face to try and distract him and weasle out of his grip. "I can jump this ship anytime I want."

Priestly pouts. His arm hooks tighter around your waist. "Huh, guess you got me there..."

He turns his head and coughs roughly into his arm. Your amusement fades into concern and sympathy. You lay a hand over his chest while he struggles.

Once again, he clasps his free hand over yours. He glances up a bit hesitantly into your eyes.

"Well, maybe it's time there should be something on this finger," he murmurs.

You blink your eyes wider. Your head tilts, wondering if you just heard him right. Is this delirium fever talking, or is he serious?

"O-Oh yeah?" you ask.

Priestly tries to gauge your reaction. Seeing your face break out into a cute, shy smile raises the corners of his lips. Hope blooms in his chest, right beneath your hand.

"Yeah," he says, trying to clear his cracking throat. "I mean, if you're okay with that. If it's not too soon--"

You slip your fingers over his plush, chapped lips, and your smile brightens.

"When you're feeling better, you can ask me that question properly."

AN: 😆 I hope you liked the first ever addition of Priestly!! It was so fun to try and write him again (it's been a while lol). Feel free to imagine this vignette in the same storyverse as The Miracle Man and Code Red.

But I also hope you enjoyed the "Big 3," as I call them, even though Russell is starting to give Beau a run for his money on one of those slots. 😂 Let me know which guy you had the most fun reading on this one! 💜

And if you want even more fluff before Valentine's Day, check out my friend @waynes-multiverse who just posted her set of V-Day headcanons with Dean, Soldier Boy, Beau, and Russell: Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

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ivy: clover blooms in the fields

she needs help and he just so happens to be the only one available..

(part 6)

mastermind / ivy series

word count: 12.3k

warnings/tags: harry x fem oc, angst, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, surgical procedure/recovery

[a/n: hi, sorry for missing a week but here u go! this is a very important part of the story so I hope u enjoy it. less angsty but still tense and frustrating for them, be patient with me we are getting to the good stuff I promise! part 7 is so good I can’t wait to give it to you!]

Waiting in a hospital room to be prepped for surgery was not how Ivy expected to spend her Wednesday evening. She had been experiencing painful aches in her stomach for the past few days, and she was familiar with the feeling but she hoped it was nothing. Maybe her period was messing up and the dates had shifted, it did that sometimes when she least expected it. The cramps and pulls of her muscles were worse than her usual period symptoms. She didn’t want to go to the emergency room, but when Emma found her in the bathroom crying her eyes out and holding her stomach, she forced her to go.

“Dad, it’s okay.” She mumbled into the phone as she closed her eyes, not wanting to be blinded by the bright hospital room lights.

Emma kept an eye on her as she sat on the uncomfortable couch across the room. She hated knowing that Ivy was feeling this bad and that she was having to have this procedure again, but she was glad to be by her side. Ivy pushed out a breath as her dad began worrying more and more.

“I can’t make it to you right now, honey. I’m.. I’m trying my best to get my boss to work with me.”

“Dad, I’m not alone. Emma’s here.. I’m going to be alright, I promise.”

“What did the doctor say? How many is it?” He was worried, and it broke her heart to know he was so far away and couldn’t get to her right now.

She took a deep breath, the pain medicine pumping through the IV in her arm was making her a little dizzy, in a good way. “Just the two.. they didn’t see any other ones.”

“I’ll try my best to-“

She cut him off. “Dad, please don’t.. it’s okay. I know you can’t change your schedule.. it’s fine, I promise. I’ll be alright. I’ve done this before.”

“You weren’t alone before.”

Her eyes opened, staring up at the ceiling. She didn’t know how to tell him any other way. She was familiar with the surgery she was going to have soon, she had been in this situation before. It wasn’t anything too serious, they caught it in time before any major issues occured. Her dad was a few hours away and she didn’t want him to try to rush to make it to her. His work schedule was tough to negotiate, so she didn’t want him to worry about it.

“Dad, please. I’m fine. I’ll call you when I get out. They said I’ll stay overnight and probably go home tomorrow afternoon.”

They went back and forth for a few more minutes, it was mostly him trying to figure how he could get to her and Ivy trying to convince him that she was going to be okay. It took a lot of bargaining, but eventually she assured him everything was fine. He didn’t want to agree to her terms, but he could tell she was getting frustrated with him. The last thing he wanted was for her to stress out and make things worse on her body. When she ended the call with her dad, her head shifted on the pillow, her eyes finding Emma.

“Is he upset?” Emma asked in a soft voice.

She sighed. “He’s not happy but.. I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, I promise I’ll do my best to help.” Emma stood up, her arms folding over her chest as she walked to the hospital bed. “I won’t leave you alone, I promise.”

“Except tonight.. you can go home. I’ll have nurses to look after me.”

“Ivy, I don’t want you to be by yourself.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want you to sleep on that couch. I’ll be fine here.”

Emma knew there wasn’t anything else she could say to change Ivy’s mind. She was rather stubborn at times. She looked around the room, her eyes scanning over the IV tube and the medical equipment surrounding the bed. She was terrified that something could go wrong, but she didn’t want to cause any more stress to Ivy’s mind.

“Okay. Just promise me you’ll call me if you need anything.”

Ivy smiled sweetly, glad to have her in the room. “I will, Em.”

Emma’s phone dinged in her back pocket, so she fished it out and read the text. “Niall says he hopes you feel better soon.”

“Thanks.. and don’t worry.. I’m not letting you miss your little trip with him.” Ivy said with a grin.

Emma’s brows furrowed. “I have to sit with you when you’re back home. Niall can plan it for another weekend.”

“No. You’re going. He’s put a lot of thought into it.”

“Ivy, your dad is going to freak out if he finds out. I can’t leave you for that long.”

She did the quick calculation in her head. Emma and Niall had a weekend trip planned for just the two of them. He wanted to take her someone nice and just enjoy time alone. They would be gone just the weekend, Friday evening to Sunday morning.

“I’ll just need help tomorrow night and Friday morning. Then I’ll be okay to move on my own. I’ve done it before.”

Emma was not pleased with what was being suggested. “No. You were just ten minutes from your dad the last time this happened.”

Ivy let out a gentle laugh, everyone was so worried for her when she wasn’t concerned at all. “I’ll be okay. I’ll be able to get out of bed by tomorrow night anyway. I’ll be fine, Emma.”

There was no more time to argue about the arrangements anymore. They’d have to continue on after the surgery was over. The nurse came in and told them it was time to get ready. Ivy wasn’t nervous, partly due to the fact she had pain medicine spilling through her body. She was calm and collected, whereas Emma was starting to worry herself into a panic. She called Niall as soon as the nurse gave her directions on where to wait. He was going to come up to the hospital if he could get someone to cover his shift at the store, he didn’t want them to be alone.

Ivy was wheeled to the operating room, where they went over everything again with her and assured her she’d be fine. It didn’t take long for them to put her to sleep and begin the surgery.

Emma’s heart was racing as she sat next to Niall, his arm secured around her shoulders as he tried his best to comfort her. She was worried beyond belief for Ivy. He was grateful that one of his employees was able to come in and take over his shift so he could be here for them. Emma was waiting half an hour before he was finally able to come.

“So.. what exactly is going on?” He asked with a bit of confusion, Emma had really explained it to him yet she just called and told him there was an emergency.

She took a deep breath and shifted so that she was leaning on him, her body feeling exhausted from all the constant worrying. “She was hurting really bad.. and when we came to the ER they did some scans and stuff. She has two cysts on her ovary.”

“Is that a bad thing? Like, are they dangerous?”

“I mean, they’re not dangerous but.. they can be. She’s had them before, a few times actually. She said they can get really big and they sorta weigh on the area. They cause crazy cramps and aches. She was hurting really bad, Niall.”

He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “But they can remove them, yeah? Get it all out before it causes any damage?”

“Yeah, they can. It’s a good thing they found them. She said sometimes cysts aren’t a big deal. I could have one right now and it could never bother me. But sometimes they just get.. in the way and cause issues.”

Niall nodded his head slowly, absorbing all the information. He wasn’t familiar with the subject matter, but he was glad that Ivy had successfully made it through this before and it didn’t sound too bad. With anything, though, it could’ve gotten worse. Ivy had a close call when she was a teenager, and that was the scariest moment of her life. Thankfully, the few other times she’s had to deal with the cysts, they’ve been much smaller and less aggressive.

“Was she scared before going back?”

Emma smiled gently at the thought of how relaxed Ivy had been. “No, she was calm. I mean.. the medicine helped that. But even before.. when they told her what was going on.. she was calm.”

“Experience plays a role in that, I’m sure.” Niall mumbled back.

“She doesn’t want me to stay with her this weekend. She wants us to go on our trip.” Emma turned her head to look at him, a pout evident on her face.

“We can reschedule, babe. I don’t mind.”

“She refuses to let me stay home. She wants us to go.”

Niall let out a sigh, not sure what he could really do about it. If Ivy didn’t want Emma to miss their trip and insisted she go, then he’d just go along with it. If Emma felt uncomfortable going out of town during her recovery, then he’d be fine with staying home. Apparently, Ivy wasn’t going to let that happen. She didn’t want them to stop their lives for her.

“If we stay home.. she might get angry with me.”

“How long do they expect her to stay here?” He asked, a thought popping into his mind. Before he could bring it up, he needed some details.

“If all goes well, she’ll be discharged tomorrow. They said it's a quick procedure with low risk complications. She’s had it before and never had an issue.” Emma said, picking at her thumbnail as she considered the what ifs.

“So.. you’ll be home tomorrow with her.. and Friday until it’s time for us to go.” Niall said, thinking his way through a plan that might benefit everyone. It would keep Ivy looked after and calm Emma’s nerves. “We can ask Michelle if she can check on her. Maybe stay with her Friday and Saturday night.”

Emma sat up, Niall’s arm falling from her shoulders. “I didn’t think about that. Do you think she’d do it?”

He laughed a little. “M’sure if we ask and she’s available, she’ll do it. She loves being around Ivy.”

“I just can’t leave her alone. I’d worry too much. Her dad can’t get out of work until Monday. She’d really be by herself, Niall.”

“We won’t let her be alone.” He assured her, reaching up to press his hand on her back. “Don’t worry too much.”

“Can you text Michelle?” The desperation in her tone made him softly smile. He was admiring her concern for Ivy, how much this was affecting her. Emma didn’t want anything to happen to her.

“Yeah.”

Her eyes went straight to the clock on the wall a cross from them, she was very impatient and wanted to know what was going on in the operating room. The doctor promised he’d let her know if anything bad was going on. She was just sick to her stomach at the thought of Ivy experiencing some kind of bad complication. Niall sent a quick text to Michelle, explaining briefly the situation they were in. He was hoping she wasn’t busy and would answer fast.

“She’s typing.” He uttered under his breath, capturing Emma’s attention.

She leaned over, her eyes burning holes through the screen of his phone. A message popped up and Niall read over it, a subtle frown shaping to his lips. Michelle was unfortunately unable to help out. She had already made a commitment to other plans for the weekend.

“Damn it.” Emma groaned, that worry building up higher and higher.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ll see if anyone else can help out.”

Emma sat back in the chair, her head falling against the wall. She knew Ivy didn’t have anyone else in her family she would rely on during a time like this. Her dad was stuck, unable to get out of his scheduled work hours. She was the only person Ivy had that could take care of her. It was scary to think about leaving her alone.

After a little while of texting back and forth with everyone in their small circle, Niall came up short with a solution. He let out a sigh as one final idea popped into his mind. There was no other option left, aside from them staying home for the weekend. Ivy didn’t want that to happen, though. Maybe she’d change her mind if she knew what her only choice was.

“Well.. I have an idea.. but I don’t know if Ivy will like it.” Niall said as he handed Emma his phone so she could read over the text he just sent.

Her eyes widened and she looked over at him. “She’s going to hate this.”

—•—

The following day was going better than Emma ever could have imagined. Ivy was awake eating some of the soft foods the hospital provided for her, since she couldn’t eat a lot for a couple of days. She was in a rather pleasant mood, despite all she had gone through in the past few days. Ivy had been checked out by her doctor just an hour ago and he assured them that she was on the right path of healing. Her incision was looking well. Luckily, they didn’t have to add another scar to her body. They were able to go through the healed cut from her last surgery. She knew how to take care of it, how to make sure it stayed clean. They approved her discharge for later in the evening.

“Niall’s going to come get us and take us home.” Emma said with a hesitant voice, she hadn’t mentioned the arrangement Niall made for Ivy yet. “He can help you get inside and to the bedroom.”

“Okay, thanks. I really appreciate it.” She smiled back, content with the idea.

The only thing Emma could come up with as a lie. “Niall’s going to see if Alyssa can come over while we’re gone and check on you.”

Ivy nodded. “That would be nice.”

“He’s waiting for her to get back to him.” Emma continued her lie.

“This morning when they came in before you got here.. they told me I might experience some soreness for a few days, but they’re giving me a prescription for pain medicine. I don’t want you to worry too much about me.”

Emma sighed. “I have to worry, Ivy.”

“I’ll be okay.” She tried to give her a comforting smile, but she could tell Emma was stressed.

As much as Ivy wanted to keep assuring her everything would turn out fine in the end, she didn’t want to upset her. So, they both went quiet and just watched whatever was playing on the television hanging on the wall. Ivy didn’t know how her pain tolerance would be once she was out of the hospital, but she was hoping it was good. She never had any recovery problems with her previous surgeries, so she highly assumed this one would be good, too.

While they waited for the discharge to begin, she got a call from her dad who was still very much upset over the whole situation. Ivy calmed him down though by letting him know someone would be taking care of her over the weekend. She mentioned Emma, even though she wouldn’t be there, just to make sure her dad knew someone would be there. If he knew Emma was leaving, he would just freak out more.

After the call ended, she closed her eyes just to relax and sink back into her thoughts for a bit. Her dad wasn’t very emotional with her while she was growing up, and it got worse once her brother passed. But that didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t care about her, of course he did. He just had an odd way of showing it most of the time. Now, he was very worried and made sure to let her know he was going to come see her as soon as he could. She was grateful for his care, but she didn’t want to disturb his life. Just like with Emma and Niall, she didn’t want them to cancel their plans just to sit with her for a few days. She hated feeling like a burden, and she tried her best to explain that to Emma.

In the late afternoon, when everything was finalized with her discharge, Niall came to pick the girls up from the hospital. He had dropped Emma off that morning, so she didn’t have a way back anyway. He assisted the nurse in getting Ivy safely into the car from the wheelchair they brought her out in. Emma insisted she sit in the front since it would be easier to get out of the car once they got home. Ivy didn’t want to at first, but Niall gave her no choice.

He shut the door and met Emma at the back of the car. “Have you told her yet?”

She shook her head, keeping her voice to a whisper just in case. “No.. I’m waiting until tomorrow.”

Niall sighed. “Why? What if she doesn’t want it to happen?”

“Then we’ll stay home this weekend and reschedule.”

He wasn’t thrilled with Emma’s decision to hold off on the conversation he deemed to be very important, but he didn’t intervene. They both got in the car and soon started the trip back to their house. Ivy was comfortable for now, the pain medicine numbing any possible aches in her stomach. She felt odd riding in the car after getting so used to sitting in a bed, but she was ready to be home. The hospital bed was not as comfortable as her own, plus she wanted to be surrounded by her personal belongings and not light grey walls and sanitized counters.

It was nerve wracking trying to help Ivy get inside and to her bedroom, but Niall tried his best to be gentle with her. Emma held the door open, watching carefully as Niall guided her in. He was much stronger than Emma and could hold Ivy upright, assisting her as she walked carefully step by step. She wasn’t trying to rush inside, she was patient with herself and glad that Niall was, too.

“Sorry, Niall.” She muttered out as he finally got over the threshold of the door.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re doing fine.” He assured her as Emma moved behind them to shut the door.

She quickly ran to Ivy’s room to open the door. She cut on the light and went to the bed, pulling the covers back and adjusting the pillows so she’d be comfortable. Niall was moving at Ivy’s slow pace, reminding her every few moments that she was doing well. He didn’t want her to get into a hurry and hurt herself. Emma was making sure things were tidy in her room, just in case there were clothes laying around she figured Ivy wouldn’t want Niall to see. But her room was clean and there was nothing in the way. She looked around, thinking of other things she can do to help out.

They finally made it to the bedroom, Niall’s arm still wrapped around Ivy’s waist as he helped her make it to the bed. She let him go and carefully sat down on the side of the bed, a small grunt coming from her mouth.

“That wasn’t so bad, yeah?” He said with a smile as she looked up at him, she appeared to be exhausted.

“It was alright.”

“Do you want me to get you anything right now?” Emma asked as she watched her scoot back in the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot.

Ivy winced, her stomach slightly aching from all the moving around. “No, not right now.”

“Remember to move around as much as you can.” Niall said, giving her a stern look. “You don’t need to sit here all weekend.”

She let out a laugh. “I know, I know. But right now.. I need to rest.”

After a few moments, she got adjusted in the bed and felt like she could actually relax and hopefully get some sleep. She didn’t need to sleep all day, nor sit in the bed. The doctor made it clear that she needed to move around and be active when she could, but it was okay to rest when she needed to. She was familiar with the recovery plan and kept in mind all the things she did previously.

“Do you girls need anything else?” Niall asked.

Emma shook her head. “I don’t. Ivy?”

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, Niall, for helping.” She gave him a polite smile.

“No worries. If you need anything, let me know.”

Emma walked Niall to the door, telling him multiple times how grateful she was for his help. He was glad to know he could be of assistance. They hugged and said their goodbyes, but not before Niall reminded her she needed to tell Ivy the plan soon. She ignored him and said she’d get to it eventually. Once he was gone, Emma returned to Ivy’s room with a reusable bottle full of ice water and a small notebook.

“Alright.. tell me some things you want me to get at the grocery store. I know you’ll need some softer foods for a while.” She said as she sat down at Ivy’s vanity, a pen in her hand as she was waited to start the list.

Ivy tried to tell her it wasn’t a big deal and she could eat what was in the house already, but Emma wasn’t going to accept that. She wanted to make sure she had everything Ivy needed and wanted for the weekend. So, after a bit of nagging, Ivy finally gave in and listed off some items.

—•—

Ivy let out a grunt as she stood up from the toilet. She was not having a good day at all. The morning was tough, she tried to get up and move around the house but every step she took sent a shock wave of pain through her body. She didn’t wake Emma up, just suffered on her own as she tried to scramble a couple of eggs. Emma did get up when she smelled the food, rushing to find Ivy leaning on the counter with her face scrunched up, holding in the pain.

She was not pleased with Ivy doing all this work on her own, despite her claiming she was fine. Emma finished the cooking and then helped her back to the bedroom afterwards. They sat in her bedroom for a while, talking about different things to try and distract her from the uncomfortable feelings. Emma was deeply concerned about her, but Ivy kept pushing it off.

After refusing to eat anything for lunch, Ivy tried to make it to the bathroom to get in the shower. Although the doctor approved her for taking one after Emma insisted she call and double check, Ivy was being talked out of it. Emma was terrified she’d lose her balance and be too weak to catch herself, resulting in her falling and hurting herself even more. She tried her best to convince Emma it would be fine, but she lost the battle. Emma said she should just wait until the next day. She helped Ivy wash up with a wet hand towel, but Ivy wasn’t pleased with the outcome. She wanted to be clean.

Niall was supposed to come pick Emma up for the trip in an hour, so she figured it would be best to mention the plan to Ivy. She tapped on the door and heard a quiet ‘come in’. Emma put on a smile as she saw that Ivy was sitting up in the bed, her journal resting on her lap. She was glad to see she had busied herself with something.

“Hey, feeling okay?” Emma’s smile dropped to frown as Ivy’s head lifted and she saw how sad she looked. “Ivy, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “ I.. I thought I’d feel better.. but I don’t know. I’m really sore.” Ivy had tears swelling in her eyes as she pressed her hand over her covered incision.

“Do you want me to stay home?” Emma felt like she was letting her down. “I swear, it’s no big deal.”

“No, Emma.” She whined out, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of dull pain flooded through her torso. It was much more bearable than the aches the cysts had caused. “You said.. something about.. Alyssa coming over? I can.. I can pay her.”

A lump began to grow in Emma’s throat as reality was quickly crashing in It was no longer an option to keep the secret from her. Guilt was building in her gut as she realized she shouldn’t have waited this long to begin with. Ivy didn’t notice how nervous Emma got, her eyes were closed as she tried to fight through the pain.

“Well, she can’t. Niall asked around and.. everyone is unavailable.. except.. one person.” Emma’s voice trailed off to a whisper.

“Who is it?” Ivy’s brain was so fogged from all the medicine and the uncomfortable sensations happening in her body that she couldn’t come up with any ideas on her own. She tried to think of people she knew, but she was coming up short.

Emma started to fumble with her own fingers, a nervous feeling taking over. “Ivy, I.. I think I should just stay. You’re not going to like the idea.”

Ivy groaned at the mention of the trip being canceled. “I don’t care who it is, Emma. Just need someone to check on me.”

There was a quiet moment that seemed to last forever. Emma had to gather up the courage to finally tell Ivy what was going to happen while they were gone. There was no turning back now.

Niall chuckled as Ivy pushed out a huff once she landed softly on the couch. She wanted to get out of the bed for a while and attempt to move around. She figured it wouldn’t be hard to navigate from the couch to the kitchen. Emma came in with her bag, sitting it next to the door before going to give Ivy a hug.

“I’ll text you as much as I can.” She whispered into her ear before standing up.

“Don’t spend your whole trip thinking about me.” Ivy grinned, shifting her eyes to Niall. “Keep her occupied.”

A smirk shaped to his lips. “That’s the goal.”

“We’ll check in.” Emma added, still nervous about leaving her.

Ivy opened her mouth to say something back, but a knock on the door stopped her. Niall looked over his shoulder, already knowing who was behind the door. He walked away from the girls to answer it. Everyone seemed to be a tad bit on edge, especially Ivy, who’s smile faded to a straight line on her face. Her eyes moved down to her own lap, looking at her chipped nail polish.

“Hey.” Niall’s voice filled the quiet room. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.”

The remnants of physical pain were pushed aside as anxiety claimed possession of Ivy’s body. She never thought she’d hear Harry’s deep voice roll through her house like thunder filling a stormy sky. She held her breath as footsteps tracked in. Niall shut the door and turned to face him. Emma just stared at Ivy, trying to figure out how she was feeling.

Harry was their only option. Everyone else had things they couldn’t get out of for the weekend. Earlier, when Emma told Ivy about Harry, she figured her mind would change and the plans with Niall would be rearranged for another time. But Ivy didn’t cave in to the fear. She was determined to not let herself care or worry about it. He was just going to check on her, surely she could handle that.

She was listening as Niall was explaining to him what all he needed to do and what he needed to watch out for. He mentioned how the soreness and pain could come in sudden waves. Ivy wasn’t too concerned with what Niall was saying until a specific response from Harry made her head spin towards them.

“So, I’m staying the weekend, right?”

“Yeah. Emma’s gonna grab some blankets for you before we leave. Couch is actually comfortable. I’ve napped on it a few times.”

Ivy interrupted the conversation, her voice wasn’t as loud as she hoped but she still caught their attention. “Nobody said anything about staying the night.”

“Ivy, you can’t be alone right now.” Emma started, carefully resting her hand on Ivy’s leg. “You hardly made it to the bathroom by yourself earlier. I don’t want you to fall or trip or anything like that. If you get stronger by tomorrow, then he can go home and just stop by.”

“Nobody asked me about this.”

Emma felt a punch to her gut, she had made another mistake. “I know, I’m sorry. Please don’t be upset. Ivy, you can't be by yourself right now.”

“You’re a lot weaker than you might realize, Ivy.” Niall walked over to them, a half smile on his face as he tried to be helpful and not make things worse. “If someone is here to help you walk around, you can build your strength up a lot quicker.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.” Harry took a few steps forward, his eyes landing on Ivy as he spoke. “As promised.”

“He won’t do anything stupid or I’ll kick his ass.” Niall gave her a chuckle, and it actually made her smile. “And.. there’s something he has to say to you.”

Watching Niall give Harry a stern look pulled a giggle from her, she was amused by how Niall acted like a father figure in this moment. Emma couldn’t help but laugh, too. Harry rolled his eyes and gave Niall a lift of his middle finger. Niall just smirked and crossed his arms, waiting for the statement he made Harry agree to give.

Ivy’s heart skipped a beat as Harry’s eyes moved back onto her. She didn’t know what to expect from him. This entire situation was insane, she couldn’t wrap her head around it. How did she end up in this predicament? Nobody else could stay with her aside from him, that was just her luck..

“I’m sorry for.. yelling at you. I was drunk and overreacted.” He said, not too thrilled about having to apologize to the girl but glad he finally got it off his chest. Even if it wasn’t his initial idea to say it, he wanted to..

Her mind brought up memories of that night just a few weeks ago. She so easily remembered the anger that covered his face and the loud yells that he couldn’t seem to hold back. She wanted to be furious with him now like she had then, and the days following when her diary caught hell about it. But she couldn't find it in her to be angry at this very moment. Perhaps it was the medicine lurking in her veins, clouding her judgement and making her more susceptible to being nice.

“It’s alright.” She finally mumbled out, her eyes falling from his.

“Good, now everyone’s back on good terms.” Niall clapped his hands together. “Let me show you where everything is.”

Niall gestured for Harry to follow him down the hall, leaving the girls alone. Emma instantly turned to Ivy and started to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I really am, Ivy. I know you.. you can’t stand to be around him, but please, please just let him look after you.” She was trying to make up for everything, despite Ivy actually not being that mad. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

She let a smile cover her lips. “Emma, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure? God, that medicine must be strong.”

“Yeah, I think it’s working too well.”

They shared a laugh, even though it hurt Ivy to contract the muscles in her stomach. She pushed her hair out of her face, wishing it was pulled back altogether. The plan to have Harry stick around for a few days was not something she would have come up with on her own, but she was somewhat glad he was going to be there. As much as she tried to act like she was fine all day, it was tough on her body. She was struggling, no matter how hard she tried to lie to Emma and Niall, it was painful to move sometimes. The medicine only worked for so long, and there was a waiting period she had to take in between doses. It was going to be a long weekend, but at least she wouldn’t be alone..

After they left, Ivy started to regret agreeing to let Harry be the one to look after her. His imposing stature and cold demeanor were already seeping into every inch of her home. There was an obvious opposition from him, his presence alone was causing resentment. She tried her best to look past it, hoping maybe he’d warm up to her and get used to be in her home. When she stopped by his shared space with Niall that time, she felt awkward being in their home. Perhaps this behavior was normal in a different way for him.

He sat down in the armchair adjacent to her, his body falling against the back of the chair and his hands hitting his thighs. He looked around, somewhat curious about the room. Without looking her way, he spoke.

“So, what’s the plan? What am I supposed to do?”

She took a deep breath and remained courageous - this was her home after all, he couldn’t intimidate her here. “I have two rules. One, don’t come in my room.”

He let out a short laugh. “How am I supposed to check on you if I can’t come in your room?”

“Knock and I’ll come to the door, I need to move around anyway.”

Harry lifted his brows, not sure why she was making this more difficult than it had to be. “You could fall, you know. That’s the point of me being here.. to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine. I can make it to the door.”

“Whatever, what’s the second rule?”

She was somewhat surprised he was engaging in a conversation with her, but it was obvious they couldn’t get away with ignoring each other this time. He still wasn’t looking at her, he opted to stare at the books on the coffee table that were neatly stacked. He figured they were just for decoration, but he had a small wonder if they had been read by her eyes

“Don’t wake me up. If I’m asleep, just leave me alone.”

He made a confused expression. “How will I know if you’re awake or not if I can’t open the door?”

“Text me. I’ll have my phone next to me the whole time.” Her sass returned to her tone.

He smirked lightly, but she wasn’t paying him any visual attention. “I don’t have your number.”

“Well, give me your phone.”

Harry was amused by her quick and sharp replies. He was used to her hesitant mumbles and nervous glances. He stood up and reached into his pocket for his phone, quickly unlocking it before handing it to her. He watched as she opened his contacts and added her name and number into a new listing.

“There, now you have it.”

He sighed as he sat back down. “There’s only two rules?”

She pursed her lips as she thought about it. “For now, yeah.”

“Alright, well.. what do you want to do? Stay here or go to your room?” Harry didn’t quite know what to expect from her, but he assumed she wouldn’t want to be around him.

“Stay here for now.” She said, picking up the remote from beside her.

He rose to his feet again. “I gotta go get my bag. Don’t fall off the couch before I get back.”

A chuckle rolled past his lips as she snarled her lip and rolled her eyes at him, finding no humor in his comment.

He was only gone a few short minutes, but Ivy couldn’t help herself from getting lost in her thoughts. She didn’t want to think about him, didn’t want to get so obsessed with her admiration for him. Why wasn’t he being more rude to her? Why wasn’t he treating her like he usually did? Was he doing this only because he owed Niall a favor?

When Harry came back in, he dropped his bag next to the armchair and sat down again, this time his eyes shifted to where Ivy was placed on the couch. Before he could say something, she blurted out a sentence.

“I don’t think I need much help.. I don’t know why they insisted on someone being here.”

He furrowed his brows slightly. “Niall said your knees were weak and shaking when you got out of bed earlier. Sounds to me like you need help.”

She crossed her arms on her chest, avoiding his eyes. “My legs were asleep.. that’s all.”

“Sure.” His response was sarcastic, but the words that followed seemed more genuine. “What happened to you anyway?”

She turned her head, meeting the stare she could feel burning through her skin. “I had emergency surgery.. I had a few cysts that were hurting me. Niall didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head, changing his stare to just a gaze as he blinked. “He didn’t specify.. said he didn’t want to tell your business without your consent.”

Ivy was appreciative of that. As much as she trusted Niall and wouldn’t have minded if he told everyone what happened, she was glad he was mindful of her privacy. She decided to look away from him.

“It’s nothing serious.. I’ve had them before. Sometimes they become aggressive and have to come out.”

“Where were they?”

“Um, on my ovary.”

Harry listened with more intensity than he ever had when it came to her. He wanted to understand what was going on in case an emergency unfolded while he was on duty here. Plus, he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t concerned for her. She is a human being after all, not just a soulless body.

“But you’re alright? Like.. they’re not tumors?”

Ivy felt a spark go off in her chest. Why did he seem so concerned? No, she was just overthinking it. She had an emergency surgery, people were going to be curious about the reason. She pushed aside the feeling and let out a soft sigh.

“No, they’re not tumors.”

He went quiet after that, just gave her a nod when she glanced his way. There was still apprehension radiating from her, still that what if feeling. What if she said something he didn’t like and he went off on her? What if he was just pretending to care so he can use it against her when he’s mean to her again? What if he actually cared..

Neither of them spoke for over an hour and a half. Ivy kept her eyes on the television and Harry stayed on his phone, mindlessly scrolling. She didn’t want to be the one to break the silence. He ended up asking her if she wanted anything to eat, but she said she was fine and she ate earlier. That was a lie. She was too nervous to eat. He made sure she didn’t want anything a few minutes later, double checking just in case she changed her mind. She hated feeling like a bother, she didn’t want to burden him with making her food. She assured him she was fine.

It wasn’t much longer when she stretched her arms above her head and yawned, catching his attention. She shifted closer to the edge of the couch, about to stand up when Harry got up to help her. He held his hand out, but she just looked up at him.

“M’fine.”

He sighed lightly. “Do you need my help?”

As she stood up, still ignoring his hand, she turned away from him so she could head towards her room. “No.. just walk behind me.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he took a step closer to her, she wasn’t moving very fast so he didn’t have to go far. “You don’t need to risk falling.”

“I’m okay.”

“Why are you being so stubborn?”

Ivy grunted, wanting to scream but she refrained. “Because I had surgery on my stomach, not my legs. It was a minimally invasive procedure.. they didn’t chop me up.”

She was glad he didn’t give her a snarky remark. He stayed behind her, his hand out in case he needed to grab her, and followed her to her room. Ivy’s steps were delicate, her eyes glued to the floor. She was able to walk on her own, but after a few feet her legs began to get weak. She stopped to take a quick break.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” She quickly said, squeezing her eyes shut.

She had to gather up all her strength before walking again. This time she was moving faster, in hopes to get it over with. The doctor instructed her to walk as much as she could to gain her energy. While her legs weren’t operated on, the scar on her lower torso was painful as her body shifted - each press of her foot to the floor created pressure.

“Okay. See, I made it.” She said with a sigh of relief as she reached her bedroom door.

He moved beside her so he could see her face. “And you’re sure you can make it to your bed?”

“Yes.”

Harry didn’t believe her, but he wasn’t going to go against her rule. She didn’t want him in her private space, and he was going to respect that wish. Maybe her bed was close to the door and she could get there quickly?

“Alright.”

She turned the handle, about to push the door open, when she stopped and looked up at him. “Did they give you the pillow and blankets?”

“Yeah.”

“If you get cold.. you can turn the air up.”

He gave her a nod. “Alright, but I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll, um, text you when I get up.”

Harry licked his lips quickly. “Call me.. in case I’m asleep.”

“Okay. Thanks for sort of helping me.” She shrugged her shoulders, then slipped into her room, shutting the door behind her.

As much as he wanted to wait until he knew she was in the bed, he didn’t want to intrude on her privacy, so he went back to the living room. He shut off the lights after laying the covers on the couch. It felt odd to be on a couch, but he easily got comfortable. Ivy was already bundled under blankets. She drank a bit of water with her nighttime dose of pain medicine, getting in a comfortable position so she wasn’t hurting. Before long, they were both asleep.

—•—

Ivy hoped it had all been a dream, that none of it ever happened. Her stomach wasn’t healing from a surgical cut, her body wasn’t exhausted, and Harry wasn’t in her living room sleeping on the couch. But unfortunately for her, it was all real. A groan slipped through her lips as her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the volume was purposely lowered so that nobody would disturb her slumber. She wanted to sleep in as long as possible so she could be away from Harry. To her dismay, his name was lit up on the screen when she brought it close to her eyes.

She answered with a groggy voice. “Hello?”

“Are you awake?”

She huffed back. “I am now.”

“You need to come eat something. What do you want?” He said through a sigh, hoping she wouldn’t be as difficult today as she had been the evening before.

“Nothing.. M’not hungry.”

“It’s past eleven.. you need to come eat something.”

She felt like she could sleep for another ten hours, but she knew she couldn’t do that. She had to get up and be active, it was the only way she would get her energy back to normal.

“I don’t want anything.” She told him again. “But m’getting up.”

“Are you coming out of your room?” He asked with a less stern voice than he had been using.

“Yeah. I can’t lay down all day.”

“Alright.”

She wondered if he would just come to her door if she had to ask him, since she was so insistent on not needing any help before. She could tell she would be weak once her feet hit the floor.

“Can you.. come to my room?”

“Yeah, that’s my job, isn’t it?” He wasn’t cocky with his words, he spoke in a normal tone.

She smiled softly. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll be right there.” She swore she could hear a smile.

Ivy hung up after that, telling him she needed a few minutes to get dressed. She knew she’d have to use the bathroom before she went to the living room, so she tried to mentally prepare for that. It didn’t take her very long to put on a tshirt and a pair of cotton shorts, something she’d be comfortable in all day. She moved carefully as she dressed and soon found herself at the door. She wasn’t feeling too bad yet, but she knew she’d need to take the medicine before she left the room.

She held back a groan as she twisted around to go back to the nightstand where the orange bottle was waiting for her. She took one of the pain medication pills, making a mental note of the time so she wouldn’t take it too early later on. Finally, she made it back to the door where Harry had been waiting with his shoulder pressed against the hallway wall.

“Admitting to yourself that you need help today?” He said with a smirk she didn’t find appealing.

“M’tired, not weak.” She muttered out as he bent his arm and stuck it out for her. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Ivy tried to be confident with her movements, hoping to not make a big deal out of it in her head. So, she grabbed onto the inside of his elbow and secured her other hand on his forearm, holding on so that he could assist her to the bathroom. He led her at a steady, slow pace so that she wouldn’t trip over her feet. She was mindful of her steps, glancing down every so often to check her footing. She slipped off his arm as she reached the bathroom, leaving him in the hall to wait patiently. As much as he didn’t want to be here, he wasn’t completely irritated by having to help her. He wouldn’t want someone to leave him alone if he were in a similar situation, and just because they didn’t get along doesn’t mean he wanted the girl to get hurt even more.

“Have you decided to eat now?” He said as she came out of the bathroom.

She pushed out a deep breath. “No.”

He shook his head lightly, not believing her at all. He let her take his arm again, she returned to the same position. It wasn’t as awkward as either of them expected it to be. She was focused on not falling or straining her stomach, instead of on the fact she was touching his very strong, toned arm. And Harry was just watching her closely, not thinking about anything other than not letting her fall. He knew he’d be quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground.

When they got to the living room, he guided her to the couch and she chose the spot on the left side so she could prop up against the corner. He asked her if she needed anything and her only request was a cup of ice water. She was very content with his decent behavior, he didn’t seem to be as vicious as he normally was.

“Have you taken your medicine?” Harry asked as he sat down in the armchair, claiming the spot as his own for the time being.

Ivy was looking at the neatly stacked pile of the two blankets and pillow that he used to sleep with last night. It sat perfectly on the other end of the couch. She shifted her eyes to him, realizing how far away he was.

“Yeah, I took it before I left my room.”

He slowly nodded, looking down at his phone for a moment before moving his eyes up. “I don’t want this to be weird for you.”

Her brows dropped a little. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home. I know this.. isn’t what you wanted to happen, and you probably don’t want me around, but I don’t want you to feel awkward about it.”

Ivy was slightly taken aback by what he was saying. He didn’t give her the impression of being someone who considered another’s feelings or thoughts. She looked away from him the moment he ran his hand through his long hair, pushing it back from his face. What could she say that was nice and not rude in any way? She didn’t want to be unintentionally mean.

“I mean it’s not.. my ideal situation, but it’s fine. I’m kinda glad someone’s here with me. I’m not uncomfortable.”

He was no longer looking at her either. “I know we don’t necessarily get along, but I just want you to know I wouldn’t do anything on purpose to make you uncomfortable while I’m here.”

“Harry, I’m not uncomfortable. I have to get used to it, yeah, but it’s not that bad. Like I said, I’m glad I have some help. I.. I’m a bit worse off than I thought I’d be.”

He was silent for a long moment, making her fear that she didn’t say what he wanted to hear. What if he blew all this out of proportion and left her stranded? A nervous feeling bubbled in her gut, was he going to get frustrated if they kept talking about this? It wasn’t an easy conversation and she knew he didn’t handle that sort of thing well.

“I’ll do my best to help, but I’ll give you some space.” He sat up in the chair, about to stand but he stopped when she looked towards him.

“Are you leaving?” Her voice had softened since the last time she spoke.

“No, I’m just going to sit at the table for a while.” He made it to his feet this time. “I’ve got something I need to work on.”

“Okay.” She watched as he reached into his bag and pulled out a thick book she thought resembled a journal.

Harry gave her one last look before he walked past her, heading to the kitchen. Ivy was confused to say the least. What he brought up sounded so sincere and serious. She was surprised by it, but she was glad he said what he said. Maybe he didn’t hate her that much after all? It was evident he knew they shared a lot of tension.. but perhaps it was more bearable than she thought.

For almost an hour, Harry sat at the table and quietly wrote in his journal. Ivy wasn’t sure what exactly he was writing, and she didn’t dare ask him. Maybe it was something personal or just work related. She kept her eyes on the movie she picked to watch, but after a while her stomach started to grumble. She bit down on her cheek as she felt a layer of drowsiness fall over her brain. She was feeling the effects of the medication, the subtle pain from her incision was gone for now and her brain was a tad foggy.

She couldn’t stand it anymore, she needed something to eat. She thought about getting up, but she was entirely too comfortable. She had maneuvered herself on the couch so her legs were stretched out and she was leaning into the corner, a throw blanket over her.

“Harry.” She said his name, but she was unaware of just how soft she was speaking.

He didn’t answer her right away as she expected, so she tried again. Maybe he was focused and just didn’t hear her.

“Harry.” Her chirp was more audible this time.

“Yes?” He called back from the kitchen, his eyes lifting up to peer her way.

The open layout made it easy for him to see her from the small table. She hadn’t moved at all, she was in the same spot as when he looked at her the last time. He gave her glances every now and then to make sure she was alright. She was talking again, but he couldn’t hear her over the television. He stood up and started the short trip to the living room. She furrowed her brows and frowned as she realized he wasn’t talking back to her. Just as she was about to move to sit up, he appeared in front of her.

“I couldn’t hear you.” He said, his towering height made her feel small.

“M’kinda hungry.” She mumbled out, her eyes were wider than usual, her lips rolled to a pout.

“What would you like?”

“I dunno.”

He was being patient with her, since it was obvious her mentality had changed slightly. He could tell she was drowsy. He wasn’t a stranger to the common side effects of painkillers, so he easily recognized she was experiencing them.

“Pick something. You need to eat.”

Ivy rolled her lips in as she thought for a minute about the options. She could eat solid food by now, it had been long enough since the surgery but she didn’t want something that was too heavy as she was dealing with gentle waves of nausea.

“Can you make me some oatmeal?”

He couldn’t resist the subtle smile that tugged on his lips. “Where’s the stuff in the cabinets?”

She shook her head. “We have some packets.”

“You want instant oatmeal?” He asked with a light laugh.

She felt a little unsure about his reply, it made her feel silly. Was he making fun of her? Of course, it was just the worry in her mind mixed with the dazing effect of the medicine that was causing this.

“Yes.. The apple cinnamon one if there’s any left. That’s my favorite.”

Harry realized she was speaking very calm and gentle, like she was unable to speak any louder. Her eyes had dropped to her lap where she rubbed her fingers against the back of her other hand. This wasn’t the usual girl he was used to dealing with - even when she became shy with him, she was never this quiet. Her demeanor was very different, more fragile than ever before. He didn’t want to risk talking too harsh to her, so he tried his best to stay calm and on a level she would appreciate.

“I could make you some fresh oatmeal, you know.” He tried offering.

She frowned. “No, I want the packet, please.”

He let out a soft sigh. “Okay, where are they at?”

“The pantry.. next to the cereal.”

A feeling he so rarely got occurred when she tilted her head back and looked at him - a feeling he had only a few times, all to which were because of her. A flutter in his heart nearly stopped it, his chest tightened and he felt his lungs weighing down. Something about the way she looked at him, her face so softened, her eyes wide - she looked like an angel.

“Alright.” He managed to get out something. “Do you want me to add any sugar?”

She considered it, but shook her head. “No, but just a little bit of extra cinnamon.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks, Harry.” She whispered to him.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Ivy waited patiently as Harry microwaved the oatmeal for her. He wasn’t too keen on her eating the prepackaged stuff when he was perfectly capable of cooking it fresh for her, but it was her choice. She seemed to be used to it, especially her favorite kind. He was just glad she was finally eating something.

When he brought it to her, he made sure to ask if she needed anything else. She requested a banana from the basket on the island, so he went and got it for her.

“Thanks.” She muttered as she sat the banana next to her.

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks for making this.” She said, sniffing the oatmeal she scooped onto the spoon. “It smells good.”

“You don’t have to thank me for everything.” He reminded her.

She didn’t say anything, just gave him a glance before focusing on the oatmeal. She had to blow on the spoonfuls to cool them down. Harry had already walked back to the table when she called his name, turning her head to look for him.

“Yeah?” He hadn’t sat down yet, so he made his way back to her.

“Can you get me a napkin?”

He nodded, turning back to go to the kitchen. He was actually glad she was utilizing him, he didn’t want her to be nervous to ask him to do something. When he gave her the napkin, she mumbled a soft thank you in return.

Ivy ate the oatmeal slowly, savoring the bites each time. Harry had returned to the table, picking up where he left off with whatever he was writing. After sitting for a bit once the food was gone, she realized she needed to use the bathroom, all the water she had been drinking was catching up to her.

“Harry.” She called his name, this time turning her head in his direction.

“Yeah?”

“I need to use the bathroom. Can you help me?”

He got up from the table and walked over to her again, giving her a confirming nod. She was able to stand up on her own, but her legs were feeling stiff as if they couldn’t move. She chose not to say anything and just started to walk. Harry kept a close distance, holding his hand out behind her in case he had to catch her. She made it past the couch, but that was it.

“Wait, Harry.” She froze, looking over her shoulder.

“What is it?” He asked with a drop of his brows. “Are you hurting?”

“I don’t feel.. as strong as I thought.” Ivy gave him a slightly worried look.

“I’ll help you.”

Harry gently pressed his hand to her lower back, then placed his other on her elbow to guide her. She was nervous at first, but she took a few steps. She was grateful there was no pain right now, but the fear of her legs giving out was just as scary. But she couldn’t give up, she needed to move around.

“Go on, you’re alright.” He said in a calm voice as she tried to stop.

“I don’t wanna fall.” She whined softly as they freed toward the hallway. They weren’t far from the bathroom, yet she was taking her time.

“You won’t. I’m right here.” He tried to assure her, but she was not trusting her legs.

Ivy felt a wave of anxiety flood her body. “Harry, don’t let me fall.”

Harry took a deep breath, his patience was fine, he was just disappointed that he couldn’t help her more. He slid his hand to her waist to give her more support.

“I won’t let you fall, love. You’re fine. I got you.” The words that came from his mouth made her heart drop.

What did he just call her? No, there was no need to overreact. He said it so casually, like it was a fixed word in his vocabulary. He must say it a lot or use it in a friendly way.. Ivy couldn’t wrap her head around it. She swallowed hard, trying to think of anything else. She failed at doing so.

After a couple slow minutes of her trying to gain strength, they finally made it to the bathroom. Harry let her go and opened the door for her.

“I’ll walk back in here.” He mumbled to her as she stepped over the threshold.

“Why?”

A smile pulled on his lips. “Give you some privacy.”

“Oh.. right.”

Once she handled her business and washed her hands, Ivy stood at the sink and stared at her reflection. Her hair was messy, most likely tangled up. She saw how tired her eyes appeared. She felt unclean. The routine of showering had been disrupted by the surgery. She hasn’t been able to submerge her sewn incision yet, so having a hot bubble bath was out of the picture. Maybe she can gather enough energy to shower before bed tonight.

When she opened the door and peeped her head out, she was somewhat disappointed by not seeing Harry. He wasn’t lying about stepping away to give her some personal time alone. She licked her lips and called out for him.

“Harry.. I’m done.”

He appeared in the hallway, walking straight towards her. She was relieved to know he was there. While it was not too hard of a task for her to walk on her own, the fear of tripping or losing her balance was frightening.

Harry assisted her back to the living room. She chose the same spot on the couch to sit down on. He asked her if she needed anything, but she didn’t. He was about to walk back to the kitchen when she said his name.

“Harry.” Her voice was as soft as ever.

He realized she had never said his name as much to him as she has today. He liked the way it rolled off her tongue, how sweet it sounded in her voice. It was hard to not think about that.

“Yeah?”

Ivy’s eyes fell from him. “M’sorry if I’ve been mean since you got here.”

He kept a gentle smile on despite her not looking. “I wouldn't say you’ve been mean.”

She huffed, pulling the blanket up to her collar bones. “You’re being really nice to me with helping and all that and I don’t wanna be mean.”

Harry had to keep in mind that her medicine was making her somewhat loopy. She wasn’t the bold, energetic girl he knew she could be. She wasn’t even the super shy, locked away girl he’d witnessed either. She was soft and quiet and delicate.. He didn’t want to say anything wrong or that would make her believe she’s right.

“You haven’t been mean, Ivy.”

There it was again, that little spark in heart that popped in whenever he said her name. She nodded softly, and surprisingly moved her gaze back to his.

“Can.. can you tell me something.. before you go back in there?”

Harry didn’t know what to expect. “I guess, what is it?”

Maybe it was the medicine that made her so open with him right now. She didn’t have to battle with her anxiety or face any worrying thoughts. She was free to just speak to him like nothing else mattered.

“The other night.. why did you.. get so mad at Cory?”

The question rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t want to hash it up again. He shook his head and tore his eyes away from her.

“Ivy, I don’t want to talk about it.”

She hesitated at first, unsure if he would get angry at her right now. She was in such a vulnerable state, surely he’d show her some grace. “I.. I just want to know.. were you mad at me?”

Harry didn’t want to get into it. “No, I wasn’t.”

“You.. you screamed at me.” She mumbled right back.

“And I apologized to you.”

It didn’t go unnoticed by either of them that the volume of his voice increased slightly. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she stared down at the coffee table. Maybe asking him that wasn’t a good idea. Things were going so well, why did she have to jeopardize that? Harry watched her for a solid minute, taking note of how she seemed to be sad about it. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips had rolled to a pout, and her hands were rubbing each other in her lap. She was trying to get out of the situation, but he was standing there staring at her.

“The way you told him to get off of you..” His voice almost frightened her, she didn’t think he’d speak back. “I just immediately thought about the night that guy was chasing you. I didn’t want you.. to be that scared again.”

Sincerity was rare when it came to him. He never let it be seen how he really felt. Nobody got any special treatment, he kept things to himself and didn't explain his actions if asked - but Ivy got that treatment. He’s found himself again telling her more than she should know. For just a split second, her eyes met his. She didn’t reply to him, didn’t even give him an expression. Her gaze fell to the pile of things next to the armchair.

“Is that.. the stuff people got for me?”

He was grateful she let the previous topic go. “Yeah, Emma told me to help you put it away but since I’m not allowed in your room.. I left it there.”

She hummed to herself, looking at the collection of gift bags. She knew that she received a few things from everyone and she was appreciative of that. There hadn’t even a chance for her to go through it yet, she had been so tired since she got home.

“Can you bring it to me? I wanna look at the stuff. Please.” She added the final word in a quick chirp.

Harry gathered the gift bags and brought them to the couch, sitting them next to her. He wasn’t sure what she was going to ask him to do next, if anything, so he chose to sit in the chair and watch her open the stuff. She started with the bag she recognized, the one from Emma. She got it at the hospital but didn’t go through it. She pulled out a stuffed teddy bear that was honey brown, attached to it was a pretty pink ribbon bow. She smiled sweetly as she read over the card Emma left for her. The second bag was labeled as being from Michelle. It was an assortment of snacks and candy that she was excited to dig into it. A card was also left, wishing her a quick recovery and a girls night soon. Alyssa put together a snack collection for her, too, with Zayn adding a short get well message to the card. She felt spoiled, but it was a relief to know they cared enough to send her things.

The last bag was a small one. The outside was covered in pink flowers, the bag itself being white. She reached inside and let out a shriek as she grabbed the small stuffed animal. It was a very pale shade of pink with big plastic, glittery blue eyes.

“Look at this one!” She was talking to herself, squeezing the pig with both hands. She thought it was the cutest looking thing she’d ever seen. It had an odd look to it that made it even more adorable.

She checked the bag, but there was no card or anything. There was nothing written on the outside of the bag either. “I wonder who got this. There’s no name on it. He’s adorable.”

Harry watched her as she rubbed her thumbs over the soft material of the plush, her eyes wide with joy and amazement. She had never seen something so cute before.

“Do you know who got this?” She glanced at him quickly.

“No, Niall brought it all in together.”

Ivy sighed, wishing she knew who the gift giver was. She wanted to thank them for blessing her with the pig. She decided to keep the teddy bear and the pig on the couch with her, politely asking Harry to put the candy and snack bags on the kitchen counter. He complied with her request and just smiled to himself as she mumbled about how much she liked the pig.

Later that night, Ivy was able to stand up on her own in the shower and take care of her basic need. Harry stood in the hallway just in case something happened to her. Once she was out, he went back to the kitchen so she could walk across the hall in the towel. She hated the feeling of drying off completely and getting dressed in the bathroom, the steam from the shower lurking in the air making her uncomfortable. So she carefully walked with her body wrapped up in a towel to her room.

Harry decided he’d work on dinner while she was doing her routine. She wanted something soft and easy on her stomach, so she requested macaroni and cheese. Harry found that somewhat amusing, that was all she wanted. But nevertheless, he agreed to making it for her.

There were no more deep conversations like the one they had earlier. She remained quiet and he kept to himself. She ate the food he made for her and watched the television until she was tired. Harry guided her down the hall and made sure she was in her bed before he went to get comfortable in his own makeshift bed. Ivy didn’t stay awake much longer, she was exhausted and ready to sleep.

When morning came, Ivy was way more confident in her walking. She realized that her legs felt much better and the pain from her sewn skin had gone down drastically. Everything was falling back in place, a sense of normality was slowly returning. She found Harry sitting at the kitchen table like he had spent most of the previous day doing. He closed his journal when he saw her come in.

“Sleep alright?” He asked, quickly noticing how swift her movements were . “You’re walking better, yeah?”

She nodded. “Slept good and yeah.. I feel so much better.”

“Well, that’s good. Niall called me earlier and said he’d let me know when they were heading back, should be around lunch.”

She licked her lips and let her eyes stroll over to the stove. “Okay. I’m kinda hungry.”

“What do you want?” He stood up, ready to do whatever she asked of him.

“I can try to do it.”

“You might as well use me while I’m here.” He chuckled very lightly. “Take advantage of my services.”

She thought about for a minute. He’s been washing the dishes he’s used for cooking. He’s cleaned up the kitchen, handled the garbage, done the little tasks she was so used to doing on her own. It was nice to have a break.

“You’re right.” She shrugged. “I just want some eggs.”

Their Sunday morning was much quieter than the Saturday had been. Like Niall estimated, it was a bit past lunch time when they arrived home. Emma practically ran inside to make sure Ivy was still alive and her and Harry hadn’t killed each other. She was relieved to see her on the couch, appearing much better off than when she left her. Emma demanded a full list of every moment from Harry. She had to ensure that he took well enough care of her. She was pleased to hear how everything went and how Harry made her walk around to gain her strength back.

Niall spoke to Ivy quietly on the couch, making sure that he got her side of the story. He was ready to pounce on Harry if he heard any negative comment that was made or any instance of attitude given. He was delighted to hear that Harry had behaved.

Not long after they arrived, Harry made his departure and Niall wasn’t far behind him. Emma made sure Ivy was comfortable before going to her room to unpack her bag. The crazy, unplanned weekend was finally over and everyone could get back to their normal lives. Before she forgot, though, she sent him a quick message that Sunday night.

Ivy: hey, just wanted to say thank you for staying with me. I really appreciate it.

Harry: you don’t have to thank me.

Ivy: but I’ll thank you anyway :)

She went to sleep shortly after that and when she woke up the next morning, she was surprised to see a message from him. He had sent it probably ten or so minutes after her last one, but by then she was passed out. Her heart skipped a beat as she read over the words. She was so stunned that she couldn’t come up with a response. How could something so simple suddenly mean the world to her?

Harry: you’re welcome. by the way.. I got you the pig. glad you like it.

[a/n: I’ve been waiting weeks for this update!! I hope you enjoy it.. the forced proximity is obviously very prominent in this part. things are shifting hehe see you soon!] click here to see the pig plushie

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lostinlovingrevery · 2 days ago

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Vans Valentines - Rookie Romantic

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

Vans Valentines

A/N: I'm not super proud with this one and I was honestly struggling typing it 🥲There's a lot of dialogue in this too. Also no Valentines banner for this yet either bc i'm being lazy about graphics lol. I hope you like the fluff tho!

Plot: It's yours and Logan's first Valentines, and he's panicking about what to do for you!

Warnings: Fluff, Logan is stressssing, other X-men, lil romance, some suggestiveness at the end but not really? Lot of dialogue

Word Count: 2110

Logan was freaking out.

Strange isn’t it? The big bad Wolverine is freaking out because…

He doesn’t know what to do for Valentines.

“You don’t know what to do?” Scott raises a brow, and crosses his arms. A small smirk on the corner of his lips. “You mean mister “I don’t need any help” needs help to figure out what to give his girlfriend for Valentines day?”

Logan felt flustered, rolling his eyes at Scott's mocking words. The tip of his ears turned red in embarrassment, as he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head. “It’s not like I don’t know what to get her, I just…” He sighs. “We haven’t been dating that long yet, I don’t want to blow it.”

“It’s Valentines man, get her some chocolate and flowers.” Scott shrugs.

“Is that what you’re giving Jean?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I got her tickets to see her favorite orchestra play live in Vegas. She always wanted to go there.”

Logan's face fell. He scowled at Scott.

“I mean, I’ll give her flowers and chocolate too but that’s not the main gift.” Scott adds. “Just…Give her something from the heart.”

“Real cheesy Summers.”

Scott shook his head. “Whatever, just don’t mess it up. We both know she’s a real romantic about these things.” He waved him off, turning and walking away. Logan frowned, crossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. The anxiety he was hoping to cease was filling him to the brim. He let a small sigh.

Maybe Marie will be better help…

“Oh flowers! Get her favorite flowers! Jewelry? What about jewelry?” She smiles. “You could take her out to a nice dinner? Honestly anything goes, it’s really the thought that counts to us girls. As long as you put the effort in….”

“So I was told.” Logan sighs. “Look, I could do all that stuff, I have done that stuff in the past. I uh…Never really cared about doing something nice for someone like that. I want to do something that means something. It’s her favorite holiday.”

“You could get her something personalized?” Marie shrugs.

“What are we talking about?” Ororo walks into the room.

“Logan's trying to find something for his girlfriend-” Marie teases.

“Watch it kid.” Logan shook his head. “I just haven’t figured it out yet. I’m looking for…suggestions.” Logan throws his hands up a weak shrug. “Any ideas?

“Really Logan?” Ororo scolds putting a hand on her hip. “You haven’t figured it out by now? Valentines is literally in a few days you know”

“I know! I’ve been thinking about it for a month!” Logan snaps, his voice nearly a growl. Marie and Ororo stare at him. “Sorry, sorry.” He says, brushing his hand through the curls of his hair. “I just…Want it to be…Special.” He gets out in frustration.

“How about a weekend trip?” Ororo asks. “I had a boyfriend do that for Valentines. It was a really nice gift.” She smiles.

“Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, just make sure it’s nice. You know how much she loves Valenti-”

“Yeah yeah.” Logan waved Ororo off, turning to walk out of the room. He didn’t mean to be rude, he did ask after all, but he was stressing out more and more. None of what anyone suggested sat right with him. He sat lost in thought as he wandered the mansion.

This was yours and Logan's first Valentines. He wanted to do something nice for you, since he’s known for as long as you both been here that it was your favorite holiday. He actually did give you flowers last year for Valentines, but you were both still friends then- tittering on the edge of a relationship but he was too nervous to actually ask you out that time.

This time he wanted to make it mean something- to make up for last year, feeling like he disappointed you by not officially taking you out that day.

He happened by Hanks study. Maybe Hank knows something, since you two are good friends.

He stepped inside, and Hank looked up from his desk, a blink of surprise. “Logan? Good to see you. Need something?”

“Yeah uh…Has my girl said anything to you about Valentines? Like…Maybe if she was expecting something?”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I do know that she seems excited this year. Do you have something planned?”

Logan's expression told Hank what he needed to know. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Just take her out for a date Logan. All she wants is to be with you.”

Logan shook his head. “Looking for something a little more than that Hank.” He sighs, turning to walk out into the hallway.

He wasn’t good at this. He had been wandering on his own for years and years. Alone. Valentines would pass him by and he wouldn’t even notice unless he stopped at a bar that actually decorated with string hearts and “romance” deals on the whiskey. He’s not even sure if he ever even at least hooked up with someone on Valentines. It didn’t matter to him, wasn’t important. It was another day, in his long, fleeting life.

Now that he’s got you. He sees the appeal of the holiday. Spoiling your loved one, making sure they know how you feel about them, the romance, the intimacy. All great. Except now the pressure of making sure he impresses you, makes you happy, really stresses him out.

Faint memories of old relationships, where he gifted flowers, candy, and going out to dinner, leading to intimate nights spent together. Stuff that he didn’t necessarily put the effort into- things that he did because they were expected and he was content to just do what he could. He could do all that sure, and you’d probably love it. You weren’t picky, but you were a romantic and he felt like if he settled on his gifts, on his expression of love; you’d be disappointed.

Lost in thought, he nearly missed Charles in his head, asking him to come to his study urgently. He put your gifts on the back-burner, as he made his way to Charles office, to realize his day was about to get worse.

It was now Valentines, and Logan was begrudgingly walking up the steps to the mansion, having returned from a mission, that lasted nearly 4 days.

The chaos left him little time to get you gifts, just enough time to get you a bouquet of flowers which unfortunately got smushed when some jackass shoved into him. He went to get a new bouquet- and of course, that same jackass happened to snatch the last one. Valentines evening, figures they would nearly be out.

He got up to the door, staring at the bouquet in disdain. He’ll make it up to you, he knows he will. Surely you understand what happened, right?

Just as he went to open the door, it opened on it’s own, with Scott and Jean standing there, arms hooked with each other, dressed as they seemed prepared to go on a fancy date.

“Logan!” Jean smiled, then shot a look at Scott, who was smirking. “Welcome back!”

“Yeah.” Logan gives a courteous nod, pursing his lips together. “You guys look nice.” He compliments, looking them up and down. Fancy, flashy outfits. Jean in a bright red evening gown, and Scott in a tux- with a red tie to match her dress; and supposedly his glasses too.

“Thank you.” Jean smiles bigger, hugging Scott's arm a little closer to her. “We’re going out to dinner.”

“Have fun.” He says, not very heartfelt in his words as he moved to step inside past them.

“Hey, she’s in the kitchen by the way.” Jean calls out over her shoulder. Logan looks back at them, as they were walking out the door.

“Hope you got something nice planned Logan.” Scott remarks, and looked over his shoulder as well, glancing at Logan, the smirk still plastered on his face. Jean quietly hushed him and they disappeared down the walkway. Logan shut the door behind them, confusion on his face.

Why were they weird?

He made his way to the kitchen, past the various student couples flirting and necking throughout the halls and rooms, rolling his eyes at the young love the entire mansion has found itself in. Anxiety began to hit him as he began to realize how disappointed you were going to be. He stopped just before the doorway of the kitchen, preparing himself before he stepped in.

Confusion filled him as he looked around. You weren’t in here. He must have just missed you.

He turned to leave, before noting the patio door was cracked open. His brows creased, as he walked across the room, his hand reaching out to close it when he noticed rose petals on the floor.

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself. Jean telling him you were in the kitchen, and Scotts remark….He had a feeling this had something to do with you. He stepped further out, walking along the scattered rose petals, stretching across the lawn- seemingly endless as he followed them.

He sniffed, a could smell your perfume nearby, as well as the faint smell of food. A small smile grew on his face, as he followed a small path through the woods that the rose petals led him through. That’s when he came into the small clearing- where you were.

You’re back was turned to him, but he could see you were wearing one of his favorite dresses on you, and your hair done up. You seemed busy arranging the table, which had lit candles, plates, and bowls and decorative plates filled with his favorite food. Nearby, he heard music playing crooners and jazz. The clearing had lights strung up on the trees, lighting up the small area and creating a romantic ambiance that reminded Logan how much he loved you.

Silently he snuck up behind you, his arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him, a small gasp escaping you as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. It had been a few days since he seen you after all, he missed you dearly.

“Hi Lo…” You giggled, placing your arms over his and leaning back into him. “Happy Valentines day…”

“This all for me bub?”

“This? Oh, no. It’s for Hank.” You teased shaking your head, feigning as if you were serious.

“Not funny.” He murmured, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. You turned around, placing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes quickly taking in your figure, reminding him once again why this dress was his favorite on you.

“You like it?” You asked.

“Like it? I love it baby.” He cooed, leaning in to peck your lips. “Um…” He parted from you, lifting the broken bouquet up. “These are..For you.”

Your face lit up as you took the flowers into your hands, “Lo!”

“I…” He sighed in frustration, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything super…fancy. I wanted to, couldn’t think of anything and then that damn mutant went on a rampage over in-”

“Lo-” You hushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone told me you’ve been stressing over it, so that’s why I took care of it.”

“Everyone?” Logan quirked a brow. Then rolled his eyes, as he felt his cheeks heat up. “No one can keep their mouth shut around here…”

You giggled, cupping his face with your hands, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, distracting him from his irritation from everyone else. He smiled into your kiss, leaning forward into you, as his hand pushed against your back, as if he couldn’t get close enough to your persons. You parted with a gasp, eyes dazed from him.

“Well, since you got this part covered.” He mutters softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll make sure the rest of the night won’t be forgetful.”

You giggled at his insinuation. “I got a surprise for later, by the way.” You say. He leaned his head, taking a look at you questioningly. “You’ll like it.”

He hummed. “I’m sorry again that I-”

“Logan, hush.” You stop him. “All I’d ever want is you. I don’t need a bunch of fancy gifts for you to show me you love me. I just want you.”

He smiled, genuine and broad, he leaned closer to you again, pecking your forehead. “Same here, bub.” He responds softly.

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srrynrk · 3 days ago

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even if it takes an eternity . . . 西村力

hai im back maybe ! short kinda angsty drabble of vampire ki cause iv been obsessed with @hoo-n-i-ki's vampire/twilight rk story (๑ △ ๑)* not proofread bbbtttwww

"So, what? You're just gonna leave again?" Her voice was sharp and stern as it always was, even when she was being sweet, her tone never faltered.

And she spoke like someone who knew what they wanted, someone who knew exactly what to do, and she told herself that she was that person. Whether she believed that or not was a different question

Riki could sense the disappointment that crept up her throat; he knew it was his fault, she'd drag him back home with continuous quotes of "You can change", and "deep down there's still human in you", but he knew there wasn't. He knew that despite how much hope she had, he had lost all desire to ever rekindle his old human nature. At some point, her convictions and comforts had turned into silent prayers that he'd believe in himself and they knew that, but seeing his eyes, so red and cold, just past them she saw someone worth forgiving, someone worth fighting for.

Riki looked to the ground, his way of channeling his shame. "Why won't you give up?" Cold demeanor falling as his voice shook "Why won't you just move on. Iv accepted this and you should too."

Looking at him, so beautiful and so ruined. Sighing at the sight you thought for a moment, truly pondering on whether anything you said would help at all. "I think..." His eyes flickered up slightly, her voice sounding much less confident then it did a few moments ago. "If you were truly gone, the human side of you i mean. If he was truly gone, you wouldn't keep coming back. You'd stop hearing me out when i plead, and you wouldn't bother holding me when i run to you again and again. But you do, so clearly, even though you won't admit it, you have hope that you can be happy again."

His cold eyes softened slightly, only enough for her to notice. "The day i give up on you is the day i see you bleeding out in the snow. Until then ill keep trying, i mean... we have forever anyway right?"

"Don't you get tired of waiting on me?" The cold air filled her lungs as she took in a deep breath and hummed "No, not really" "Were doing nothing but going in circles." She sighed "If it's you, i don't mind going in circles, even if we have to do it for eternity." She smiled slightly, and he hated to admit it to himself but maybe a piece of him was still human. Seeing her smile, her fangs slightly peeking out from her lips, was something he missed more than anything while he was hiding, it made his heart feel like it was beating again, even for a split second.

He was scared of hurting her, of draining her of all her hope and happiness, but more than that he was scared of losing her, even if he'd never say that.

He'll probably run away again, and they'll probably have to start over like they have for months now, but their cold hands feel warm within each other, and their past regrets disappear when they're together, so even if they do keep going in circles, he knows he'll keep coming back, no matter what.

note: haii!!! Im back for now, the riki vampire fics have made me want to write again, and i currently have a weird obsession with vampires! idk why! But I'll probably expand on this/write a new rk vampire story in all !! ദ്ദി ˵ •̀ᵥ_ᵥ- ˵

lowk couldn't figure out how to end this so it's poorly done and this whole thing is lowk ass dookie, sorry ^^

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stellewriites · 15 hours ago

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Part 5 - John Price x reader

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Summary: When John gets an unexpected invite to his ex-wife's wedding, he scrambles to find a suitable date to take with him to ward off old ghosts from his past.

Notes: trans John, fat reader, smut - fingering, oral (f!receiving), riding/frotting, John's genitals are referred to as cock.

You’d been screening John’s calls and leaving his texts unread for the last fortnight, feeling worse and worse for it and not knowing exactly why you were doing it.

Each notification had your heart pumping in excitement for the possibility of him still reaching out despite your silence, and then thumping too hard in immediate anxiety and guilt.

“Stop moping and text him,” Kate said to you finally. She’d been watching you check your phone routinely throughout brunch and had noticed how you were only half focused in their conversations and slow to engage. You’d laugh a second later than the others and had forgotten what you’d ordered when it had arrived at the table.

“I’m not ready for dating.” You shrugged her off, looking back down at your phone.

She huffed and sent you a disbelieving look. Your other two friends currently present, Cass and Paige, paused their conversation to look at you doubtfully too.

“I’ve not seen you as happy as you had been recently when you were hanging out with him,” Kate said and the other two agreed. “I know this isn’t a confidence thing either. He said he liked you, and you clearly liked him.”

“Katie,” you said warningly.

“She’s not wrong,” Paige said and took a sip of her drink.

“I mean, hell, if you’re really set on not dating, then don’t! That’s fine, but text the guy back for god’s sake and hang out again. Or put him out of his misery.” She bit a large chunk out of her avocado toast as you slumped in your chair.

“He’s still trying, right? That’s what you were worried about?” Cass said, hitting the nail on the head.

Guiltily you looked down at the unanswered messages under John’s contact. It stung to realise that maybe John had been genuine that night and you’d turned him down so bluntly.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek and typed up your reply, sending it before you could talk yourself out of it.

>> hi john sorry for the distance, i’ve been figuring some stuff out. make it up to you over coffee if you’re free later?

He didn’t leave you waiting anxiously for long, replying immediately with an affirmative.

“What did he say?” Paige asked.

“We’re meeting up later,” you said a little bashfully. “He said he’s looking forward to seeing me.”

Kate smiled knowingly. “Yeah, I bet.”

You elbowed her lightly and put your phone away. It was easier to settle back into the conversation with the group, easier to concentrate, with your chest not feeling so tight.

——

“Hey,” you greeted him softly inside the coffee shop later that day. He’d arrived early again.

You felt almost more awkward now than you had when meeting him for the first time.

“How have you been, Sunshine?” He asked as you took your seat.

“Good. Fine. Yeah.” You nodded before you shook it. “I wanted to apologise, John. For a lot of things but—“

“No need, Sunshine, honestly,” he waved you off gruffly, leaning forward in his seat as you shrank back in yours. “I’m just glad you’re happy to see me now.”

“I am,” you confirmed with a shy smile, sat opposite him and growing more relaxed at the pleased twitch of his moustache.

“So what’s been new?” He asked again.

You snorted. “It’s only been a couple of weeks since we last saw each other,” you said.

He blushed, the pink flush half hidden behind the beard he was growing back out.

“Guess I got used to all the updates throughout the day quicker than I’d realised.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before looking to the counter and sitting up straighter. “Do you want anything? My treat.”

Your smile had dropped at the reminder of how you’d skipped out of his life so suddenly; even though you didn’t owe him anything, you had grown to be friends before the wedding and you know you’d have been hurt if it was the other way around.

“Yeah, just an iced latte please,” you said before stopping him from standing. “Hey, I said I was making it up to you. I should be paying.”

He huffed a laugh. “Not likely. You’re making it up to me by sticking around, Sunshine. You didn’t have to come at all.”

“John…”

“One iced latte coming up,” he said and stood. “God knows why, they taste more of sugar than coffee.”

“That’s exactly why,” you huffed a hesitant laugh as he headed to the counter. When he came back a minute later and sat down with the drinks you took a sip before speaking. “To answer your question, work has been the same old, but I’m thinking of maybe getting a pet? Tied between a cat and a rabbit at the moment. If it’s a rabbit, I’ll need to sort the garden though, it’s little bit overgrown right now.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise and he put his tea down. “You got the tools for it?”

“I think my neighbour has a lawnmower and my mum probably has a pair of shears I could borrow for the hedges,” you hummed. It had only been a half thought semi-recently, so you’d not put much planning into the idea yet, just the start of a pinterest board of cute ideas.

“I could help,” he offered, a touch too casual. “If you wanted. I’ve got a lawnmower I don’t get to use too often and some time off before I have to head back to work.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said with a gentle smile.

He nodded.

“What about you?” You asked.

“Same old,” he said vaguely, repeating your own words back at you. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. “I am having to go back to work properly soon though.”

You tilted your head, confused at his drab tone, certain as you were that you’d messaged once or twice when he was at work, stuck doing paperwork or in a meeting before the wedding.

“I’ll be heading overseas,” he clarified. “Might not be contactable for a few weeks at a time. Just didn’t want you to think…”

“That you were ignoring me to get back at me for the fact that I ghosted you?” You guessed when he trailed off. John nodded sheepishly.

“Fuck, I’m glad I’ve gotten to see you before I go,” he said quietly, just looking at you.

“Me too,” you agreed. Impulsively, you finished off your drink and made a quick decision. “Do you want to come back to mine for dinner? I’ll cook.”

John grinned brightly. “I’d love that.”

——

You busied yourself in the kitchen when you got back home with him, missing his chuffed smirk when he saw your door was still in working order with no sign of it dragging on the doorstep.

You didn’t miss his hum when he joined you in the kitchen a moment later.

“That shelf meant to be on a slant?” He asked, eyes shrewd as he looked at your collection of herbs and spices.

“Oh, no but I’ve just never found time to fix it. And it’s not fallen down yet, so it’s not even made an appearance on my Urgent List.” You shrugged.

He hummed again and headed back to the front door. “I’ve got my tool box with me, I’ll sort it now for you.”

“No, John, you don’t have to,” you called after him, but he was already out of the door. You didn’t know that he’d kept his toolbox in his truck ever since he was first here just in case you messaged again needing anything sorted, and now he was glad his foresight was paying off.

The shelf was sorted quicker than the kettle boiled and you swatted at him to go relax once he’d cleaned up after himself. He placatingly held his hands up in mock surrender and went to wash up in the bathroom while you rinsed some veg under the kitchen tap.

You were given ten minutes of peace before you started to wonder where he’d gone and left the pasta in the pan boiling and the sauce on a low heat to find him. You weren’t afraid to chew him out if he was snooping, but instead you found him hunched over the sink in the bathroom.

“Taps were finicky,” he said before you’d had chance to ask him what he was doing. When he’d had chance to grab his tools from the kitchen without you noticing you didn’t know, but you couldn’t help but snicker as he frowned down at the old taps.

“Don’t do well sitting still, do you, John?”

He shrugged. “Figured I might as well since I’m here,” he said instead.

You snorted. “Come help me with the sauce once you’re done here then.”

You stifled a laugh when you heard him swear through the open door before the sound of a running tap turned on and off a few times. He came back through to the kitchen a little later with a satisfied smile and you did your best to concentrate on cooking instead.

You smiled at him when he settled in next to you to take over stirring the sauce, leaving you free to set the table. You felt a pang of domesticity, it was all so easy with John.

You plated it up and sat down together. Eating dinner with him was just as easy, the awkwardness you’d felt walking into the cafe forgotten about completely as conversation flowed naturally between the two of you. Though you did have to fend the man off from planning to go out in the morning to get the wood to build you either a hutch for a potential rabbit or put up climbing shelves if you decided on a cat instead; he’d figured you’d be able to decide by time you’d finished the pasta.

“Best meal I’ve had in a while,” he sighed happily when he finished off the pasta. “Stunning.”

“Thanks, John,” you said bashfully. When you stood to take the dishes he moved quicker and grabbed the plate from your hands. You didn’t bother complaining, knowing how stubborn the man was already; instead you joined him and put the dishes away once he’d cleaned them, smiling to yourself as the pair of you worked in comfortable silence.

When all was put away and your kitchen was back to normal - now with a sturdier shelf - he smiled and headed for the door reluctantly with his toolbox in hand.

“Thanks for today, Sunshine,” he said softly and, after a brief moment of deliberation, he leant in to kiss your cheek. “Talk to you later?”

You nodded happily and closed the door behind him.

When you laid in bed later that night you couldn’t stop thinking about the gentle, chaste kiss. The only real one you’d shared so far.

——

You only got a week with John before he disappeared. He’d made you promise to keep him updated like you would normally so he could catch up when he got back again, but you tried not to overwhelm his notifications; sticking to a couple of texts every few days instead of the daily messages you’d quickly fallen back into.

If he wanted more you were sure he’d let you know and if he only skim read the mountain of messages and photos you’d still managed to send then you’d ease up next time.

He said he would be gone a month, tops, but you didn’t hear from him for two. You tried not to worry, his job wasn’t an exact science, but that fact could make you more anxious depending on the day.

It was a random Wednesday evening when you got a knock on your front door and your heart suddenly plummeted.

You walked to the door with shaking hands. The repercussions of John’s work had never fully occurred to you until this moment, or at least you’d done your best not to linger on it for too long. But now visions of the person on the other side of your door being someone in an official uniform, waiting to let you know weeks too late that John had—

John had shown up to your house unexpectedly.

“Sunshine.” He smiled.

Clearly tired, he stood on your doorstep with his hair damp and curling at the ends, his beard overgrown and his work gear still on, though a big bag was hooked over his shoulder. His smile never wavered, relieved when you answered the door.

“John?” You stepped to the side to let him in without a second thought and he trailed a heavy hand appreciatively down your arm.

“Cleaned up a little at base, but I haven’t stopped driving home since. I’ve had you on my mind as soon as we were wheels down,” he admitted with soft eyes.

You didn’t question his use of the term ‘home’ when referring to driving to yours after spending months in another country and you certainly weren’t going to think about how it made you feel.

“You should’ve gone back to yours to sleep, or at least dropped off your things,” you berated him half-heartedly. “We could’ve caught up when you weren’t running on— what? Four hours of sleep?”

“Knew you’d be my first stop.” He’d dropped his bag by the front door, his daft hat dropped on top, and was slumping onto your couch with a heavy sigh. “Should’ve left my shit at base maybe. Just didn’t want to have to drive back tomorrow.”

“Have you eaten?” At his slight shake of the head, you moved to the kitchen and started pulling something together, leaving him to relax. You knew he must be tired by how he wasn’t following after you, and your suspicions were confirmed when you came back with a thick sandwich, the last slice of a quiche you’d made earlier in the week and some picky bits from your fridge to find him asleep. You cringed at the lacklustre dinner, but you hadn’t been expecting guests and you were going grocery shopping tomorrow, so you placed it on the coffee table and sat down carefully next to him so he didn’t wake.

Turning down the volume on the TV, you let him nap as you watched a few episodes of your latest favourite. You couldn’t help but let your eyes dart over to him every so often to check on him, giggling when you noticed his mouth had dropped open during his well deserved catnap.

You paused your show when he grumbled and wiped a slow hand over his face a few hours later.

“Hello, sleepyhead. Hungry?”

“Starving,” he groaned croakily.

“Best I could do on short notice,” you said and handed him the plate. You watched like a big cat documentarian as he tore through the food with an unholy passion, finished in minutes. You silently handed him your water and he chugged it back with a loud ‘ahh’ after.

“Lovely as ever,” he said sleepily before nodding back off. You stifled a laugh and stood to grab him an extra pillow and blanket. It was clear he wouldn’t be driving home tonight, so you thought you might as well let him get comfy and crash on the couch for the night.

A brief thought crossed your mind of waking John and letting him share your bed; you’d done it for the wedding after all, and it wouldn’t have to mean anything.

You shook your head and draped the blanket over him. You knew it would mean something and you weren’t ready to make that step yet as much as you wanted it.

——

You woke in the morning to John using your shower and you smiled at him with raised ‘brows when he came back out dressed in more familiar civ clothes. You looked for the bag at the front door but couldn’t see it.

“Staying for breakfast or heading home?”

“Heading home, sadly. But I’ll call you later, yeah? I want to catch up properly,” he said. “Thanks for letting me stay, Sunshine.”

“Of course,” you said genuinely and in between bites of your cereal. “It was a nice surprise.”

He hummed and leant in to kiss your temple with a warm hand cradling the back of your neck. You tried desperately not to push into him and to ignore the thoughts of how he smelt like you out of your head; how if anyone tried to flirt with him on his way home they’d smell your strawberry shampoo and very berry body wash. How your spring air scented febreeze spray had sunk into his jacket from the couch through the night.

Your subtle mark was all over him and neither of you seemed to mind.

“Call me when you get home, John.”

He hummed, lingered for a moment more, then headed out with his bag in tow.

——

The bar was loud and your friends were still wide awake and partying strong, celebrating the news of Paige’s well earned promotion. You, however, were flagging.

It was late, and the prospect of staying out any later was making holding back a yawn nigh impossible. You’d never been a big drinker so you’d not been keeping pace with the others, a possible mistake since you seemed to lack the same energy as them, found firmly in their second wind. The last thing you wanted to do was bail but you didn’t want to bring the mood just down hanging around either.

Your phone buzzed and you smiled when you saw it was john.

>> Still awake?

<< for once yeah :p

>> What show has you gripped to binge watch late into the night this time?

You snorted.

<< out celebrating with friends, paige got promoted!!!

>> Tell her congratulations from me

>> What time does the party end?

<< idk but i’m ready for bed already 😪

<< taxi isn’t booked for another couple of hours tho :(

John’s speech bubble appeared and disappeared a few times and you watched the screen avidly.

>> Do you want me to come meet you to walk you home?

<< really??

<< would you mind? it’s late and a little cold so you don’t have to!

>> Send me the address and I’ll set off now

<< thanks john ❤️

Either John lived close or he’d ran there, as you’d only just finished telling your friends that you were leaving early when John turned up.

“You shouldn’t leave on your own, walking home at this time of night is dangerous,” Cass said worriedly, her words slurring slightly.

“I’m not, John’s meeting me to walk me home,” you said and flushed when they all cheered and whistled at the mention of his name; their catcalls gained volume and enthusiasm when John walked through the bar door a second later, head on a swivel as he looked for you in the crowd.

“Fuck off,” you hissed at your friends playfully and hugged them all goodbye before you headed over to John. He was grinning and waved happily over to your friends, nudging you when he saw the embarrassed scrunch of your shoulders.

“Good night?” He asked once you were on the path outside.

“Yeah.” You smiled. “She deserved the raise like three years ago, but at least they’re finally recognising all the work she does.”

John nodded along. He cursed a moment later when he felt a few raindrops. You both looked up at the gentle patter and gasped when it quickly turned torrential.

Your walk turned into a run as John grabbed your hand tightly and led you a little shop alcove near by, shoving you under and crowding in after you.

“Shit, I should’ve driven,” he blamed himself, looking at your soggy jacket and the rain that had splattered your round cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it, John,” you waved it off. “Bit of rain never hurt anyone.”

The pair of you were pressed close, his broad shoulders and your wide hips taking up the space in the doorway enough that you were both holding your breath in each other’s space.

“Just my luck really,” you said.

“It’s just British weather,” John corrected. “Don’t know why I wasn’t expecting it to rain in the middle of summer,” he joked.

You laughed and felt butterflies flutter at his mirrored rumble, focused on where your stomach pressed against his. You no longer felt tired stood with him.

It went quiet, with just the soft rain and the sound of the odd car passing by the only things heard for a moment as you both held your breath, eyes locked.

You leant forward those last few inches and pressed your lips against his. Your noses bumped and you automatically lifted a hand to tilt his chin slightly to adjust, pressing your lips a little firmer when he followed your guiding hold. His hands on your hips were reverent as he let you lead.

You delighted in the scratch of his beard for a split second before suddenly flinching back, your hand becoming firm against his shoulder to keep him from following.

“Fuck,” you swore shakily. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” he huffed with a confused smile.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you insisted. You felt him lean towards you and firmed the stretch of your arm to keep him in place as best you could in the small space. “It’s mixed messages. It’s not fair to you.”

“I’m still waiting,” he admitted. “I’ll wait however long y’need, Sunshine.”

You ducked your head.

“I feel guilty,” you whispered. You swallowed thickly as the reasons were finally voiced even as you avoided his eyes. “I feel like it’s Charlotte all over again for you; I’m stringing you along when you could be finding someone else. I’m— it’s not fair,” you repeated.

He leant back in shock, a frown pulling at his brows and his mouth moving silently for a moment. John looked down at you from his tucked in chin and considered your comparison, knowing the quick denial on the tip of his tongue wouldn’t soothe you.

“Have you decided that then? You don’t want to be with me?” He asked finally.

You hesitated, unable to lie and say no, and he latched onto that with a fierce hold.

You thought back to what your friends had said, the fun you’d been having with him again, how natural it all was.

“Sunshine…”

“We could take it slow?” You asked.

“Of course,” he agreed readily, pushing those few inches closer to you in eagerness. “Slow and steady, whatever you need.”

“Ok.” You nodded.

“Ok?”

“I like you, John,” you admitted almost shyly, smiling up at him. “I want to try.”

In the next breath he ducked close to kiss you again.

You were pressed against the damp, grainy wall of the little alcove as he greedily slipped a hand beneath your shirt and hungrily kissed you, not stopping for a breath or a gasp now that you’d given the go ahead.

“W-what— happened t-to,” you gasped as he filled your space and every thought. The patter of the rain going unheard as his shaky breaths filled your ears and echoed torturously. “Take— taking it s-slow?”

He sucked on your lip before pulling back and panting, swapping breaths with you. “I’m not down on one knee, am I?” He asked as though you were being obtuse.

You snorted, eyes wide in disbelief. But you didn’t push him away, instead your grip kept him close.

He dipped in for another peck and you cupped his bearded cheeks.

“My house isn’t far from here,” you suggested softly. Testing the waters.

In a flash John was dragging you out of the alcove and down the street with you laughing as you splashed through the puddles to keep up with his determined pace.

“Wrong way, John,” you laughed and tugged at his arm, directing him the to follow you and head the other way towards your house. He crowded against your back, slightly off to the side, and you felt butterflies erupt at the sound of his low chuckle as your steps overlapped and you tripped each other in eagerness.

——

Once you were safely inside your home, it didn’t take long for you to get naked and climb on the bed. You dragged John along with you, clad still in his boxers.

He hovered over you as you laid back flat, his broad palms running from your ribs to your flank soothingly as he settled between your thick thighs.

His eyes were all black, the usual greyblue just a thin strip around the edges as he took you in in all your glory.

The need to make you keen and cream on his fingers was obvious by his hungry expression and the flexing of his hold on your softest parts.

“Been wanting this for too long, Sunshine,” he whispered. “Longer than you know.”

“Think I can guess,” you gasped as he lowered himself down and kissed your stomach, making sure to cover each curve and roll as he journeyed up, keeping his warm palms cupped and dragging up your sides as he kissed between your breasts. Your knees squeezed him at the ribs when he palmed one of your tits, using the light hold to lick a broad stripe over the sensitive nipple. He went back to kissing higher, trailing up along your stretched neck and biting teasingly at your earlobe before coming face to face.

“Any preferences?” Fingers, tongue, toys.

“I’d prefer to cum sooner than later,” you said cheekily, basking in his eye roll.

“Yes, ma’am,” he huffed good naturedly. “I’ll do my best.”

He leant down and kissed you, plunging and messy, not like the dry brush of lips in the rain or the rushed eager swaps of spit and squished smiles on the way home and into your bedroom. You brushed your hands over his furry chest and trembled pleasantly, raking your fingers through and sighing at the strength usually hidden beneath layers of baggy and comfortable clothing.

“John,” you sighed and he shuffled his way down back between your legs.

“Just lay back and relax,” he ordered before trailing his nose through your bush, huffing in an opened-mouthed breath with a pleased hum.

“Need a map?” You joked breathily, breath hitching when he huffed an amused breath at your opening, pressing a light kiss there afterwards. His thumb gently spread your vulva and he gave a gentle kitten lick. Using the building wetness he found he trailed his thumb lower to your arsehole and kept it there with little pressure.

“Nah, this is your clit, right?” he asked teasingly. You snorted, but felt your pussy clench and your muscles tense when he added a bit of pressure.

“John—“

“Relax,” he said again. He moved his attention and his hand back up. “Don’t need a guided tour, though I appreciate the offer; wouldn’t mind watching you show me what you like another day. But I know what I’m doing, love.”

He licked a stripe up your centre and your eyes fluttered, your hips pushing up into his hands when he puckered his wet lips around your clit and gently suckled. “Yeah, you do,” you whimpered.

He slipped his middle finger inside fluidly, no resistance, and you let out a soft sigh, your hips subtly raising to get him as deep as you could. He changed the angle of his mouth so his strong nose nudged at your bundle of nerves and he could mouth at your plush wet opening instead. He licked around his finger, adding to the sticky mess as you practically sucked him in.

He could tell by the flutters of your cunt that you were enjoying yourself, the pinch of your brow only adding to his confirmation when he looked up, but you were so quiet.

“Y’can be loud for me, Sunshine,” he said, curling his finger and grinning cheshire-cat-wide when your jaw dropped at the feeling. “Don’t be shy.”

“Give me reason to,” you said with a cut off gasp. “W-work for it.”

He felt heat rush to his core, fattening his already throbbing cock.

As you wish.

He hooked one trembling thigh over his meaty shoulder and focused back on the heat between your legs; like sticky syrup, slippery between the pads of his fingers as he dipped a second finger in beside the first.

He gave you a moment to clench around the thicker intrusion with closed eyes before setting a quicker, less forgiving pace than before. You let out a surprised grunt, your hand flying down to grip his hair as he sealed his lips to your clit with a wagging tongue.

“Fuck.”

His left hand moved to keep your hips still, strapped across your soft tummy like a seatbelt, his palm a firm pressure in the soft pudge below your bellybutton.

He broke the seal of his mouth to heave in a panting breath and nibbled at the soft skin of your thigh beside his head to catch his breath while his fingers continued to pull sweet noises from you.

You whimpered softly, dropping your hands to the mattress and clinging tight to the sheets and felt your cheeks heat up when John chuckled.

“Can’t tell what I prefer hearing,” he said and paused his fingers deep inside of you, spreading them to get a little look at the desperate cling of you around his long digits. Your creamy arousal slid down the back of his hairy knuckles and he revelled in the light squelch as you wriggled in his hold, urging his fingers deeper inside. “Your sweet cunt or your careful moans.”

“Please, John,” you asked. Pleaded. “I’m close.”

He slipped his fingers free of your tight clutch and shushed you with a smile when you whined. Licking his pruny fingers clean, he groaned at the taste.

“I’ll get you there, Sunshine, don’t worry.”

He left a wet smack of a kiss on your thigh before ducking back down and licking deep and insatiable into your needy cunt, his fingers focused on your sensitive clit instead, rubbing almost too hard and too fast as your hips pushed your cunt further into his mouth. His arm kept you locked close and unable to shift away, not that you wanted it to end, but the sudden onslaught of hyper-focused attention was a lot after his teasing and after so long without a partner. Your hand had made its way to the back of his head once more, cupping gently, but urging him forward with a steel determination. He wasn’t allowed back up for air until you’d cum.

He pinched your clit and you shrieked at the nip of pain beneath the pleasure, feeling yourself tumble over the edge as he huffed and grunted into your pussy like a man starved.

John held you close by the thighs with both hands as you arched and clenched on his tongue; slobbering and groaning against your tender vulva as you cried out. He gave your thigh one light but sharp slap as you flooded his senses; sweaty and salty, the taste and scent of you.

You collapsed back with a breathy little, hnngh, and let your fingers scratch lazily through his hair where he’d rested his face in the groove of your groin.

He hummed and dragged himself further up your body before slumping over you, kissing the taste of you into the back of your mouth, ingraining it into your tongue, gums and teeth as you whined and writhed beneath him.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you laughed tiredly into his mouth. “Gimme a chance.”

He smiled and ground himself against your hip. “Can’t help it, y’make me feel like a teenager.”

Your nose scrunched and he huffed a laugh. “A’right, won’t make that comparison again.”

You pecked his lips in thanks and slipped your hand down between you, gathering a glob of your own arousal between your fingers. Thoroughly lubed, you pushed your hand under the band of his boxers and rubbed the collected juices over his cock and watched his brow pinch in pleasure.

It was your turn to tease.

You leant up and kissed him open mouthed and slow, the tease of tongue against his lips as he humped against your hand, moans mingling in breaths shared.

You moved your hand lower, went to slip in a finger but he gripped your wrist tightly. You looked up with wide eyes, hand falling loose in his grip where it had stopped you in your tracks.

“No, not like that. I don’t— I don’t like—“

“That’s ok,” you interrupted his stuttering explanation, watching walls build up before your eyes that you were determined not to let solidify. He didn’t need them around you. “We can just keep doing it like before,” you offered easily with a smile and lingering kiss to his fuzzy cheek. “Whatever you want.”

John guided your hand back up hesitantly, watching you as though waiting for the other shoe to drop. He kept your fingers hovering over his cock once more and you pushed forward to rub from tip to root and back up again.

“Yeah?” You asked and watched as his shoulders relaxed again. He moved his arm to lean back on his elbow by your head and you smiled, satisfied with the show of trust. “Yeah, ok.”

You pushed against the spot just below the head of his cock, trapping it against his pubic mound and were gratified as he groaned low, like the sound was forcibly pulled out of him as he thrusted roughly against your fingers. John ducked his head and kissed you, missing the mark in his desperation and licking against the corner of your mouth instead.

You nudged your face up slightly and let him moan against your lips, quickly falling into the distraction of getting him dripping and close; pulling out all your tricks and feeling yourself get worked up in return whenever you felt him throb and pulse in your hand, his thick, hairy thighs shifting either side of yours.

He pulled back and you paused your ministrations immediately, worried you’d done something wrong again, but John hurriedly tugged his boxers down and off, kicking them away from the bed and diving back towards you with a ravenous kiss.

Rolling onto his back, John tugged you into his lap so you were straddling him and for the first time in his presence a burst of hesitance connected to your weight bloomed in your chest.

You lifted up on your knees slightly to relieve some of your weight from his hips.

“Oh, John I don’t know—“

“Come ‘ere, Sunshine,” he pulled your hips back down and urged you to ride him, moving with his own frotting hips as your vulva spread to soak around his cock.

With each grind, the head nudged slightly from its foreskin and kissed your clit perfect as you tilted back. You huffed a weak moan as he slipped through your folds and the schlickschlickschlick sounds of your combined arousal mingling and frothing between your thighs had you panting and moving quicker.

Once you found your pace, one hand balanced back on his hairy thigh and the other rubbing at your clit furiously, he lifted his hands from the fat of your hips and stomach up to thumb at your nipples.

You noticed how he moaned and tensed when you slipped heavily over his sensitive tip and grinned a little meanly as you focused a careful swivel of your hips to catch your slick centre on it. You clenched and gushed over his throbbing tip as he whined, gripping you tightly to try and pull you lower.

“Close?” You asked with a breathy giggle, feeling your own legs shake with the oncoming orgasm.

You traced gentle fingers over his faded top scars beneath his thick thatch of chest hair as he groaned and leant down to kiss him. It didn’t take much longer for you both to cum, both worked up and the constant, teasing brushes at your cores were enough to gradually tip you over the edge.

His hand in your hair kept your mouths attached as you panted hot and wet, and when you broke free to the side his beard was scratchy against your nose and cheek as you shuddered on top of him.

“John, fuck.”

“Just like that, just like that,” he thrusted up in jerky little motions before stilling.

You flopped to the side a moment later, less conscious of your weight but wanting to be comfortable, and he gathered you close immediately. He tucked you under his chin with a grunt, slipping a leg over yours.

“I’m not letting you out of this bed for a week,” he groaned sleepily. You hummed happily, exhausted. He let you drift off before whispering in your ear. “Sorry this isn’t slow, Sunshine, but I won’t be going back to being friends now.”

You grinned and nuzzled closer.

“I think we should go visit my home town next, only fair you meet my crazy family too, yeah?”

John closed his eyes happily and nodded. “Looking forward to it,” he said. “Though my rates are a little higher than £100.”

You pinched his thigh and laughed when he tried to squirm away with a hiss.

You kissed his neck chastely and tightened your arm around his waist, nodding off as you felt him trail a hand back and forth over your naked back.

#this was such a fun chapter to write i feel a lot better about it compared to my prev chapter #hopefully you guys all like the ending :3 i was debating stuff for a while but i like it and im glad they got their cheesy romcom fade #to black afterglow lmao #thank you p for peer reviewing my smut!#john price x reader #price x reader #fat reader #trans john price #john price smut #price smut #cod smut #trans price smut #trans john price smut #im covering all bases here

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drunk in love

Spencer Reid x fem!reader - Blind date gone wrong

cw: fluff, angst, first kiss, insecure Spencer, slightly implied age gap? (Spencer calls himself an 'old man'), drinking referenced, r doesn't like red wine, implied Alzheimer's fears wc: 2k a/n: posting this later than I had planned, but it's still Valentine's Day in some places!

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How Penelope had convinced him to go on a double date with her and Luke for Valentine’s Day, Spencer was unsure. What he was sure of was that she had explicitly stated that he did not know the girl, a lie that became painfully apparent when you walked into the restaurant, waving at Penelope and Luke. The frown that twisted your face when you saw him made Spencer want to dig a hole to Hell and jump right in. Emotions that had to be somewhere between shock and disgust, he watched as you forced a small smile onto your face, walking over to the table. He watched as you glared at Penelope when you thought he couldn’t see, and fuck, he had never felt more embarrassed than he did in that moment.

When you reached the table, he sat frozen as Penelope stood to hug you, and as Luke engulfed you in his bear hug, your face relaxing ever so slightly.

“Hello.” Eventually, Spencer thawed, just in time to stand up as you went to sit down, awkwardly half standing as you shook his hand. Somehow, you managed to look perfect, even with the uncomfortable expression on your face that he had caused.

“Hi, Spencer.” You let go of his hand as you sank the rest of the way into your chair. He observed the way you wouldn’t stop fidgeting, a clear sign of discomfort, and the way the hand he shook kept clenching and unclenching, as if you could still feel his skin. He could still feel yours, and although he found the feeling pleasant, he was sure that for you it was anything but.

“So, how are you?” He grasped for any semblance of conversation, tripping over his words in desperation to prevent silence from setting in.

“I’m okay, same as at work.” Spencer waited for a moment, expecting you to return the question, or give him some indication that he wouldn’t be interrupting you if he spoke. When you stayed silent, he decided to answer his own question, feeling guilty for trying to force a conversation you were clearly uncomfortable with.

“That’s, uh, that’s good. I’m also okay.” Well, he had been okay before you had walked into that room looking so angelic, laid eyes on him, and immediately shot Penelope a withering glare worse than any he had witnessed you use on an unsub.

Spencer wasn’t surprised when you stood up from the table barely five minutes after arriving, practically dragging Penelope with you. Hurt? Absolutely, but not surprised. Luke gave him a look that Spencer couldn’t quite decipher, but he figured it was pity and looked away, shame heating his face.

The rest of the dinner went much the same, awkward silence occasionally broken by somehow more awkward bursts of conversation that quickly dissolved into silence once again. About an hour in, you stood up abruptly, declaring that you were going to the bathroom and practically dragging Penelope along with you. Spencer turned to Luke and barely refrained from burying his face in his hands in an attempt to avoid the other man’s teasing. It didn’t work.

“Man, you have no game.” Luke laughed once you and Penelope were out of earshot, shoving Spencer’s shoulder lightly.

“You told me she was a stranger!”

“Penelope told you she was a stranger. And you still don’t have any game.”

“I’m not going to flirt with her when she’s clearly not interested.” Then he really did bury his head in his hands, an embarrassed whine breaking from his throat, “She probably thinks I set this up to get a date with her.”

“You’re overthinking it, there’s no way she thinks that.” Spencer was about to rebut Luke when you and Penelope approached the table again, and although you still seemed upset with her, you smiled at Spencer as you sat down.

The rest of the dinner went marginally better, your general mood improved, and despite the lack of words shared, Spencer felt far more comfortable. Not that he didn’t still want to run for the hills, or really anything to just get out of there, but at least you didn’t seem angry anymore. Painfully uncomfortable, which when he thought about it was definitely worse, but not angry.

.*☆¸•

Of course, Penelope and Luke had insisted Spencer carpool with them to the restaurant, and he’d agreed, because public transport was notoriously bad in that part of town. It was a solution that promptly backfired when they decided to go back to Luke’s place to cap off their Valentine’s Day, leaving ‘you love birds,’ in Penelope’s words, on your own.

Spencer tried to turn down your offer of a ride home, assuring you that he would just get a taxi, but you insisted, practically dragging him to your car. He couldn’t comprehend how you could be so nice to him when he’d just ruined your night. It was Valentine’s, surely you had been planning for a nice date with some funny, good looking guy that was on your level, definitely not Spencer. Not an awkward conversation about how the Romans celebrated the holiday by whipping women with animal skins to make them more fertile, which was just about the furthest from romantic anyone could get. Still, you offered him a ride, you really were just that perfect and kind, and he didn’t say no because he could never really say no to you.

It was about five minutes into the awkward silence of the drive when his mouth decided that enough was enough, and for some reason his vocal chords agreed with it.

“I’m really sorry about that, I promise I didn’t know it would be you. Not that I wouldn’t go on a date with you just I wouldn’t do it without asking because that would be rude and I’m just saying Penelope didn’t tell me or anything.” He swallowed, regretting the words even as he said them. It wasn’t the time for a conversation like that with you, ideally he would’ve stayed silent and hoped things would go back to normal by Monday.

“Oh. Yeah, me neither. That’s the point of a blind date, right?” He was almost glad you ignored the second half of his nervous ramble, although it meant he still had absolutely no idea where he sat with you.

“I just wanted you to know I’m not like some kind of creepy old man forcing you to go on a date with him or anything.”

“Wow, so first of all that would never happen.”

“Well actually about-”

“Not you.” You interrupted him, and it didn’t make him feel dismissed or discarded, and maybe that was what made you so ridiculously perfect, “You would never do that, it’s just not possible.”

“Realistically, predicting human behaviour is too unpredictable to label something impossible.” You were being nice, why couldn’t he just take the compliment, even if it was a bit odd? The whole conversation was odd, thanks to him, “But I understand what you’re trying to say. Thank you.” The addition was a little stilted, but it got his point across, and that would have to be good enough for now.

“Human behaviour is unpredictable, but I know you.” The car stopped, and Spencer realised you were parked outside of his apartment, and despite the fact that he’d spent the last two hours wanting to escape your presence, he found that he didn’t want to let you go.

“I’m still very sorry about tonight, I know it was probably the last thing you wanted from today, but…” He trailed off, unsure why he was even thinking about asking you for anything, why would you want to spend time with him? Before he could decide how to continue his sentence, or back out of saying anything at all, you spoke.

“No, it was nice. I like spending time with you. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“I have a bottle of wine left over from Christmas, it’s too fancy to drink alone.” The words came out before he could think better of them, and although he didn’t voice it, the question still hung in the air between you.

“Red?” You asked, almost apprehensively, and Spencer wondered how you thought he could forget your distaste for the drink. He shook his head, and you were out of your car in a shockingly short period of time. Spencer’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sure you liked white wine, but not that much.

He followed you out of the car, holding out his arm for you, “I would never offer you red wine.”

“You know me so well.” You smiled up at him, hooking your arm through his.

Spencer grinned, the kind that lasted just a moment too long, and left his cheeks aching in a way that didn’t hurt at all because it was you, “I do.”

“Not impressive, by the way, you have an eidetic memory.” He rolled his eyes, leading you through the entrance of his apartment block.

“I don’t need an eidetic memory for you.” He glanced down at you, breaking the rule against inter-team profiling, an endeavour that proved to be fruitless. Avoiding eye contact and fidgeting, both behaviours that didn’t mean much on their own, and you seemed determined not to give him anything else.

You didn't respond, and Spencer almost resigned himself to not finding out the answers that you were hiding. But he was nothing if not a scientist, and over the last few minutes of conversation he had developed a hypothesis that he was determined to prove. He snapped out of his thoughts, realising that he had lagged behind, and jogged to remove the few paces between you.

“Slow down!” Spencer laughed, only catching up to you at the elevator, stepping in behind you. Almost immediately the cramped space felt like too much, his heart skipping a beat every time he saw you. You were right there, and despite the last twenty minutes he’d spend in your car, something about this was different, “I meant it.”

“Meant what?” The tilt of your head was a simple gesture, it wasn’t supposed to drive him crazy, but ‘supposed to’ didn’t stop his heart from fluttering at the sight.

He would have answered, but the elevator doors opened onto his floor, so he silently directed you out, a hand on the small of your back that remained as you walked down the hall. It remained as he took out his keys and unlocked the door. It remained as you walked into his home together.

“Meant what?” The reminder of the question wasn’t necessary, but he took it as he closed the door behind him.

“I don’t need an eidetic memory to remember every single conversation we’ve had, or when we share a hotel on a case and you wake up and you look so angelic I can barely breathe, or how your face lights up when you talk about something you love. I could never forget anything about you.” He hoped he couldn’t, hoped that he wouldn’t wake up one day without you in his head. Forgetting you would be like forgetting that the universe existed- it would be forgetting his universe existed. Watching every single star die out slowly—the sound of your laugh, the twinkle in your eye, the way light hit your hair, his name on your lips, your favourite drink—disappearing one by one into nothingness.

When you kissed him, he added another perfect star to that list of unforgettable details. His north star, because surely nothing could ever light up the night sky like the feeling of your lips on his.

He cupped your cheeks, holding you because if he let go you might disintegrate into a dust of fading memories. He didn’t let go when he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and breathed in clearly for what felt like the first time in his life.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He didn’t let go when he heard those words from your mouth, leaning in for another kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet girl.” He didn’t let go.

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tysm for reading!!

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missgryffin · 2 days ago

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from the vault

This was supposed to be a one-shot in 2023, but the outline ballooned into something looking like a multi chap or a very, very long one-shot, so it's just been hanging out in my WIP folder, getting opened every so often 🥲 It's a no-Voldemort, friends-to-lovers, Quidditch!Jily AU, and I love this first part I've had written, so I figured I might as well share it! ☺️ Especially since it's on theme 💘

February, 1980

“Remind me again,” Mary says idly, flipping the page on the latest Witch Weekly, “why you haven’t asked him out.”

Lily leans against the doorframe and briefly pulls her toothbrush from her mouth just long enough to ask a thick, frowning, “’Oo?”

Mary, dear friend of over a decade that she is, has no issues with interpretation.

“James,” she answers simply.

Lily splutters, cupping a hand below her mouth to catch her dripping toothpaste, and manages to choke out a feeble protest of, “Ee’s m’ fwen—”

“You kissed,” Mary counters, as plainly as if she were stating what was for dinner, as if those words are no different than other words, as if the sheer combination of them, what they meant, didn’t still shift the floor beneath her feet.

They had kissed, once, in May of their seventh year. Gryffindor had won the Quidditch House Cup, and in the aftermath of celebrations, the common room had turned into a communal fever dream. Confetti, raining from the sky. Kegs, overfilling the cups being passed around. Hearth, blazing and welcome after playing the championship match through a late spring gale that would have rivaled a small hurricane. Bodies, pressing in on all sides, buffeting her through crowds, hugging her, congratulating her. Everything was hazy, warm, ecstatic. And somewhere in the haziness, she’d ended up in the alcove behind the staircases with James.

Much of it is still fuzzy. She doesn’t know who was there first, or who initiated it, or even how it ended, though she had woken up in her own bed the next morning, head throbbing and body still fully dressed in the prior night’s clothes. But she does remember the good bits: his front pressed against hers, his mouth hot and wanting, his sweaty, grimy hair thick and messy in her fingers. It was sloppy and desperate—probably pathetically so, to any unfortunate souls who may have witnessed it—and somehow it was still the hottest snog she’s ever had. (Owing, no doubt, to the fact that she’d harbored a secret crush on him that whole year.)

Her cheeks heat at the memory, and Lily ducks back into the loo, where she can hide her face in the sink and try to get a handle on herself as she rinses her mouth.

Unfortunately, one can’t brush their teeth forever, and Lily eventually resigns herself to patting her mouth dry with a towel as she musters the courage (and some sanity) to face her closest girlfriend and tell her, in no uncertain terms, all the reasons Lily’s accumulated over the years (and catalogued, rather masochistically, into some kind of depressing mental encyclopedia) for why she and James Potter are only, and will ever only be, friends.

But when she reenters her bedroom, arms crossed over her chest, Mary, who’s been lounging atop Lily’s bed, simply flips around the magazine she’s holding so that Lily’s forced to see an internal spread.

Her heart lurches ominously, a stupid swooning sensation trickling down her spine. For fuck’s sake.

She forces herself to hold Mary’s gaze and not stare at the spread Mary’s taunting her with. (Which, frankly, she’s already burned into her brain from how much she’s stared at it in private.)

“What?” God, her voice sounds pinched even to her.

A sly smile creeps over Mary’s face, and she tilts the magazine for a closer look at a block of text. “Says right here he doesn’t have a Valentine yet.” (Mary waggles her eyebrows briefly.) “And his favorite kind of date is something low-key. Hmm, sounds like someone else I know.”

“Mare—”

Her friend ignores her and instead reads, “‘I’m not really into fancy for the sake of fancy,’ Potter says. ‘I find dates more fun when we can both relax and just be ourselves.’”

Lily, who’s been on the receiving end of Rita Skeeter’s Quick Quotes Quill more than once, has been wondering how much of this interview James actually said. He’s always been more private where his dating life’s concerned, so she can’t really see him talking this openly about qualities he looks for in a witch, but then, he agreed to be featured in Witch Weekly’s round-up of Britain’s Most Eligible Wizards for its Valentine's issue, so he had to have known what he was getting himself into.

“Potter’s no stranger to clamoring attention, and it’s clear from his (some would say overly) confident demeanor that he knows exactly how in-demand he is—especially with the ladies. Yet when I ask him who, if he could pick anyone, he’d like to take on a Valentine’s date, the Quidditch heartthrob breaks into a charmingly shy blush—”

Lily’s gaze sticks on the open spread—on the moving, grinning image of James Potter—as Mary reads. He has a new pair of glasses that make him look older than he has in recent years, though the shadow filling in more fully around his jaw no doubt contributes to that, too. Hazel eyes, coming across more as the color of dripping caramel under the photoshoot’s light, wink at the camera; an easy, almost flirty grin dimples one cheek.

“—‘I’m going to keep that answer to myself,’ he deflects.”

Her insides lurch, already knowing what comes next.

“Could it be Lily Evans, the Holyhead Harpies’ break-out star Seeker with whom he played for years at Hogwarts and has been photographed on numerous occasions? ‘She’s an old friend,’ he says.”

Mary pauses to give her a signature arched-brow Look.

“Loyal readers will know this author believes there is far more to that story than he’s saying. After all, it was just a couple short months ago that they were photographed slow dancing at the British and Irish Quidditch League’s annual Yuletide Gala, convincing this author they were back on yet again before he subsequently confirmed his bachelorhood by agreeing to be in this very issue.”

Lily rolls her eyes, familiar anger starting to boil in her chest over Rita’s blatant obsession with making her and James an item for tabloid fodder.

“Despite the heartbreak he’s endured of late,” Mary continues reading dramatically, “it’s clear that James Potter is ready to put romantic woes behind him and find romance with one of you lovely witches instead. ‘I’m single,’ he confirms to me.”

“Are you done?” Lily sasses her, hand on her hip.

“Prying about you and James?” Mary sasses back. “Never.”

She sighs in exasperation. “I’ve told you a million times: there’s really nothing—”

“And I hate to say it, Lil, but I’m kind of with Rita on this one—”

“Wha—” she splutters on air. “But you know nothing’s happened! All the lies she’s published—”

“Yes, yes.” Mary bats her hand, waving off Lily’s protest. “She’s made up loads of stuff, I know. But the whole ‘I’m going to keep that one to myself’ thing? She’s onto something. I’d bet my Galleons he was thinking about you when he said that.”

Lily gapes, both out of genuine shock and because she’s torn between protesting even harder and prying for more information on that.

“But—” she starts feebly, no actual sentence in sight.

“But what?”

Her brain switches on, and she rummages around her desk for the letter she’s looking for so she can shove it in Mary’s face.

“But this.”

Mary takes the parchment curiously, muttering the words that Lily’s practically memorized by this point.

Hey, Lily. Skeeter’s at it again, I’m afraid. Caradoc told her when they were negotiating the Witch Weekly bit that I wouldn’t be talking about any exes by name (of which she’s convinced you are one, apparently) and they also agreed that no woman’s name would be included at all, like speculatively. It was supposed to be one of those cut-and-dry “first date on the beach or in the mountains” type of things. Obviously she didn’t hold to that. Doc’s livid. I’m annoyed I let him talk me into doing it at all, but he insisted it’s a rite of passage for high-profile players to be featured. I’m really sorry. I know this affects you worse than me because of how she spins it, and I fucking hate that. We really did think we preempted her bullshit. If you get any more hate mail, have Emma work with Doc to keep legal on her arse. I would say play lights-out Quidditch to shut her and her fellow haters up, but you’re too close to us in the standings for my liking ;) If you could stop fucking killing it this season so we could get more of a buffer on points, I’d be much obliged. — xx James

“See?” Lily says, triumphant but also oddly disappointed about being so. “Completely platonic.”

“’S’not what I would call it,” Mary grumbles.

Lily ignores this. “He’s one of my best friends.”

“Well, so am I, but I didn’t send you a basket of your favorite Honeydukes sweets that was so big three owls had to carry it all the way to fucking Wales.”

Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. “He lives in Hogsmeade,” she rationalizes. “He probably gifts Honeydukes baskets to everybody.”

“Unbelievable,” Mary mutters.

“Besides,” Lily rambles, hoping she sounds casual even though she feels anything but about this particular piece of gossip, “I heard he’s started talking to some girl Sirius knows. From London.”

Mary’s eyes soften with something atrociously like sympathy. “Well,” her friend says evenly, “that doesn’t mean he can’t still hold a torch for you, because I’m convinced he does.”

Lily flops atop her bed. “So you’ve said. Many times.”

“Do you believe me yet?”

She ignores this too. “We’re just friends, Mare. That’s all we’ve ever been, and all we’ll ever be.”

After all, their past is more than enough proof of that.

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A/N: the cut in my draft is literally the heading, "A Brief History of the Past in Question" followed by scene cards for 10 scenes help 😭😭

#missgryffin writes #jily #jple

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tobbesdiscordkitten · 3 days ago

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Guns N’ Roses Fic: Ain’t No Saint

Summary: A reimagining of what (pre-fame Axl Rose) Bill Bailey’s life would’ve looked like had his step-father not been present in his family’s life, making Bill the man of the household to support his mother and sister.

Characters: Bill Bailey, OC: Emily, Amy Bailey, police officers, Mother (Bill and Amy’s mom), and OC: Mrs. Clarice (Emily’s mom).

Pairing(s): Bill Bailey/Emily, Bill Bailey/original female character, Bill Bailey/female reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 6,350

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, p in v penetration, fluff, angst, mild degradation, mentions of masturbation, hurt/comfort, poverty, bullying, and harassment.

A/N: My longest and most-detailed fic. I have put my blood and soul into this lol. This work is slightly inspired by GNR’s song, You’re Crazy. I hope you enjoy!

Mice scattered across the barn where two nude figures laid in the hayloft. It was dusk outside. The street lamps in the suburban neighborhoods were gonna flicker on soon. Bill Bailey needed to get back before curfew.

But here he was, laying down inside a barn with a pretty brunette attached to his side, suckling on his right nipple. He had soiled his virginity with her. It was decent for his first time, not bad, maybe a little overwhelming, but he managed to pull through and made sure, at her request, to pull out. He wouldn’t dare tell her that, because of his adrenaline from the excitement and electrifying spark between them, he accidentally squirted a few shots of cum into her cunt.

He could still smell the fresh aroma from their heated mess and taste the bland, dry strands of straw from the hay.

Bill laid there in a daze, watching dusk particles dance in the air as the orange and red sun beams trickled into the barn’s old, wooden interior. He eventually looked down and ruffled the girl’s hair, almost mistaking her golden highlights for the hay they were laying on. “Psst, hey.” He whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moments of silence with his loud baritone voice. However, at the same time, he had no choice. “We gotta head back.”

Bill could feel her lips morph into a frown against his nipple. “I wish we could stay here forever…”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too. But I told you…if we don’t make it back, my mom’s gonna wreck havoc,” he reminded.

Since his mother was divorced he was now the man of the house, helping out with the chores, making ends meet, and taking care of his little sister, Amy. He couldn’t delay his absence a second longer. It was bullshit how hard his mother worked in order to keep a roof over her children’s heads. At least it made Bill feel a little at ease whenever he could try to lessen the burden on her.

Releasing her lips from his peck, the girl begrudgingly got up. Bill did the same thing, wiping off his body, and putting on his clothes.

“Can we do it again?” She asked, biting her lower lip as uncertainty overlapped her tone.

Bill knew she experienced a phenomenal orgasm and craved another one. He didn’t want to lie and tell her they could come back to the barn again tomorrow. In all honesty, even he wasn’t sure when they could share another moment like this together.

He stepped forward, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “Another time.” He promised, pressing a tight kiss to her lips. Emily’s lips. They were always pink and plump like cherries in the Spring. He’d take a bite and mangle them, smudging the red lipstick onto her skin. But Emily didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it drove her crazy. She could never get enough of Bill Bailey.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:15 a.m.

A whole day before the barn occurred, Bill and Emily were being intimate for the first time by lying down on the soft grass in the meadow, 20 minutes away from where their high school was located. Mist filtered through the air as dewdrops occupied the morning land. Emily was by his side again, biting his neck, and soothing the hickeys with her tongue. Per usual, she was in her school uniform which consisted of a white buttoned up blouse, a red plaid skirt, and black penny loafers.

Bill dug his fingers into the grass, feeling his penis strain against his jeans. He never felt pleasure this intense, or knew how powerful, and sudden, the urges became whenever he looked at Emily, begging for a release. He blamed himself for not venturing into a pornographic store and shoplifting bootleg copies of couples fucking in various positions. He thought if he did, he’d understand his body, and know how to react, given the opportunity of escalation. It was all so mesmerizing for his untouched, starved mind.

Emily wrapped her right leg over Bill’s left one, rubbing her crotch against his hardness, making both their bodies move up and down.

Bill couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He knew if he moved too fast a dam would burst in his pants. He concentrated and inhaled deeply, slowly moving his own hips to grind against Emily’s. “Oh, fuck…”

“I need you, Bill. I need you, Bill.” She moaned, increasing her pace.

“T-take…take off your…p-panties.” He insisted, panting. He was desperate to slide himself inside of her right now.

Emily hid her face into the crook of his neck, her breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths. “No, Bill. I’m so close…” she whined.

He huffed and allowed her to finish with a squeal of delight. He felt a wet stain on his pants, not knowing if it was because of him or Emily. It didn’t matter. He was glad he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, he wore an extra set of clothes, knowing full well how sex-crazed Emily was for him.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Bill pushed her chin up, seeing her flushed cheeks, and expanded pupils. “You okay?” He questioned, brushing a wavy clump of hair behind her ear.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

“Wanna go somewhere after school? Get down n’ dirty,” he suggested.

She smirked. “I like the sound of that.” Then she realized…”Wait, didn’t you cum?!”

He was taken aback by the sudden question. Did he cum? He wasn’t sure. He must’ve if his crotch felt damp.

Emily lifted herself from him and noticed the saturated mark on his jeans, belonging to her own arousal. She immediately felt guilty. She didn’t mean to ruin a brand new pair of his pants. That was part of the reason why she kept her panties on but it didn’t seem to work this time. “Oh, gosh, Bill…”

“It’s fine. I knew it would happen.”

“You did…?”

“Yeah. I have another pair at home. Don’t sweat it.”

“But…you can’t afford an early wash at the laundromat this week.”

She was right. Every two weeks he managed to save money for washing, not only his clothes, but his mother’s and sister’s. If money was too scarce with the groceries and house payment, his mother would hand wash each set of outfits and hang dry them, even in frigid temperatures during the winter.

He hated seeing his mother use her own calloused bare hands to scrub his clothes on a washboard. It was unfair. He strived to make enough money by working in the school cafeteria, working at his local pizzeria, or volunteering at a library. Whatever he could make, he’d put that money towards the laundromat.

“It’s fine,” he reassured, not wanting Emily to get worked up over his home life. It was embarrassing. “I can manage. Don’t need you to worry about my allowance.” He muttered, unzipping his pants to locate any semen. To his surprise, none.

“I care.”

He zipped himself back up. “I know you do, sugar. But it’s my concern. Not yours. Everything will be fine.”

“I can make it up to you.” She hinted, a wicked gleam glowing in her eyes.

Bill caught on and looked amused. “How so?”

Within a blink of an eye, Emily slipped off her panties and got on all fours.

“Oh? Want me to fuck you here instead? From behind?”

“Sorta. Unzip yourself but don’t stick it in.”

“No need to tell me twice.” He did as he was told, coming up behind her, and placing his cock near her pussy.

She looked down and leaned back, opening her folds to place her opened cunt on the length of his hard cock, nestling it there.

Bill groaned at the contact.

“Wait for it.” She moved her hips back and forth, causing his shaft to open and close. She wanted to get his whistle wet and have him experience a little taste of her to excite his nerves and to test his patience for later.

“Fuck. Jesus…”

“Bill!” Emily gasped in mock surprise. “Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain,” she scolded playfully.

“Sorry, sorry. You just-you feel amazing.”

“Wait until you’re inside of me, cowboy.”

He couldn’t wait. He needed to feel her walls clench around his dick. Heck, he wanted to be welcomed inside of her. Some of his peers mentioned that being inside of a girl was like dipping into a hot tub and being hugged at the same time. He needed to lose his virginity. He continued pumping his dick along her folds, his balls smacking near the middle of her cunt. He thrusted until he shot his seed all over the grass.

“There you go,” Emily cheered.

Bill pulled his throbbing cock away, stuffing himself back in his pants.

Emily stood up and faced him. “How’d it feel?”

“Great, baby.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She queried.

Bill paused. “It’s not encouraged in my household.” Even if it was encouraged he wouldn’t waste his sperm on nothing. He figured Emily locked herself in a room and masturbated to his senior picture everyday. Hell, she probably masturbated to all his school photos, and kissed them each night while staring idly at them on her nightstand before falling asleep.

The two walked back to school, holding hands. They both couldn’t wait to be intimate again in a new location once classes were over.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

3:30 p.m.

As soon as the bell rang Bill and Emily sprinted down the hallway, with their books in hand, near the doubled exit doors, leading outside.

“There’s an abandoned barn a few miles North.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “You want to do it inside a barn?!”

“Yeah. Why not? It’s nice and cozy. I’m sure all the termites died last winter.”

“Oh, Bill…” She rolled her eyes, giggling in amusement. He was always the adventurous type.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

4:15 p.m.

“Isn’t it romantic?” Bill asked.

Emily scanned her eyes over the interior. No graffiti covered the walls and no insects were buried underneath the hay or flew in the air. She was impressed. The barn didn’t harbor a stench either. It was clean, maybe a little musty, but it was kept in pristine condition. “Thank goodness we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“I know, right? You can be as loud as you want to be up here,” Bill teased.

Emily blushed at the scenario and hit his arm playfully. “Oh, stop!”

“What do you say, sugar? Would you let me go all the way?”

The two laid on either side, staring into each other’s eyes. There was trust between them. It was difficult for Bill to lower his guard down but whenever he was with Emily he would dismantle it for her and allow her to see the soft side of him nobody at school knew about, or had an inkling.

For Emily, she had her guard lowered all the time and couldn’t seem to uphold it, and shield herself away from dangerous people. She told herself she loved the thrill of it. But the scars always came back to haunt her. She didn’t want to live a life where she continued to flaunt her personality around, she wanted to settle down, preferably with Bill, and live a calming lifestyle. She needed someone to keep her in her place and not wander off. She needed Bill.

“I trust you…” she muttered. “Give me 100%.”

Pulling Emily on top of him, she slipped off her panties and unzipped his pants, revealing his eager erection. Bill kept his hands on her hips to hold her steady and dig his fingers into her soft flesh.

She lifted herself up and teased the head of his penis against her slit. She took him one inch at a time by sliding down then pulling up, she slid down again, taking two inches of him before sliding back up again.

Bill exhaled through his nose, tightening his hold on her hips. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“That’s the plan,” she teased, pressing down, taking half his cock into her pussy, and sliding upward. “Gonna make you cum more than once.”

Bill tried hard to contain himself and not release his load from her words. She could be so cruel and unforgiving sometimes. He bit down on his tongue, savoring the sensation, and paced his buildup.

Emily pressed down on him again, almost engulfing his entire length this time.

“All the way,” he begged, becoming impatient.

“Easy.” She pulled up, her cunt hugging onto his length, as she slipped out of him. “Think you can handle me, Bill?”

He scoffed. “Honey, the question is, will you be able to handle me?”

Emily bit the tip of her index finger like a small child. “I’m losing my mind over you.”

Bill felt a surge of pride wash over him. He had her wrapped around his finger. “Good girl.” He helped her slide all the way down on his shaft, remaining there for a moment as his dick hardened and grew inside of her. Emily gasped at his size. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his, finding a steady pace between them. Bill bucked his hips upward, hitting Emily’s G-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” She stared deep into his eyes and saw the hungry lust that bore into his pupils, the same way how her pupils expanded for him.

The two continued, gradually increasing the pace. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls. “That’s right. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut…” Bill degraded in the heat of the moment.

Emily increased the pace again, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. Bill gripped her hips hard enough to where he’d leave his handprints branded on her skin. Bill managed to flip themselves over and be on top of Emily as he hovered above.

“Bill!” She gasped, not expecting him to do that.

“Hang on, baby.” Bill pistoled his dick into her cunt repeatedly, hitting her where she needed him most.

Emily wrapped her legs around his lower back and bounced on his shaft. She was nearing the edge of her peak.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna-I’m gonna-“

Emily knew what he meant. “Pull out, Bill! Pull out!” Although she wanted him to cum inside her, she didn’t have access to birth control. But even if she did she couldn’t go back on them since it made her hormones become imbalanced. She wanted to have children some day, but she had to wait until she graduated high school to start her own family. The pull out method would have to do for them.

Bill groaned, taking his dick out of her cunt, and cumming on her stomach.

Emily felt his hot seed land on her belly, creating a puddle of semen on her small frame. She was relieved that he got a release, specially from fucking her. It felt glorious.

Before her own buildup could ebb away, she took Bill’s hand and placed it on her red, swollen clit. “Right there. Rub. Fast!” She instructed frantically.

Bill used his fingers the way she told him and helped her come undone in a matter of seconds. She panted, thanking him, as she pulled him close and basked in the afterglow with him. Out of all the men she fucked, Bill Bailey was by far the best lay.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

6:35 p.m.

After the barn, Bill and Emily drifted into their separate paths. Emily lived on the opposite side of town while Bill resided on the East side. It was a shithole compared to Emily’s wealthy cookie-cutter neighborhood. His family was so dirt poor they had to survive on food stamps and buy milk, eggs, and bread every other week. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

Bill barged into the doorway, taking off his boots, and shrugging his backpack off onto the couch. He wandered into the kitchen where his mother was stirring a pot of tomato soup. “How was school?” She greeted.

“Fine.”

His mother stopped stirring and added a few pinches of salt into the pot. “Well, your sister didn’t have a fine day.”

This set Bill on edge. “What do you mean?” He knew he couldn’t protect his sister all the time but, damn, he wished she would run to him at school if a bully was picking on her. He knew she was capable of handling herself, but not when it spiraled out of control, and it resulted in her having a shittier day than usual.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her?” His mother suggested. “She could use a male ear.”

Bill agreed and made his way towards his sister’s bedroom. He knocked on the door three times, giving her enough time to make herself ready for him to enter.

“Come in.”

Turning the knob, Bill swung the door open and saw his sister sitting on the bed, knees curled against her chest. “Sup, pumpkin spice? Mom said you had a bad day at school?” He sat down next to her.

“Everyone’s been saying I stink.”

“Last I heard the entire school doesn’t know.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Amy wasn’t in the mood to indulge in his wit. “My class, dumbass. Everyone says I smell like trash. I hate this! I hate how we can’t afford a normal life!” She wailed.

Bill put his hand on her knee to comfort her. “Amy, shh-“

“Don’t tell me to shush! You know it’s true. I can’t stand living like this any longer! I hate it! I hate our life, I hate everything about it, I-“ Amy wasn’t able to sputter another word. She was sobbing into her hands, regretting what she said, but feeling relieved at the same time that she got it off her chest.

“Amy, Amy. Look at me,” he urged.

She shook her head, mumbling incoherent nonsense when Bill cupped both her cheeks with his hands, forcing her to make eye contact.

He saw the pain in her eyes and it tore his soul apart. “C’mere. I got you.” He pressed her against him in an embrace as her knees uncurled and wrapped around his sides while she sobbed into his neck, drenching his skin with her hot tears. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweetie,” he cooed, rubbing her back in a soothing manner to stop her body from quaking.

“I hate it, Bill…” She whimpered, sniffling.

“You’re not the only one, cupcake.”

“I wish dad hadn’t left…”

“Dad’s a piece of shit,” Bill stated unforgivingly. “He didn’t care about us. If he did, he would’ve scooped us out of this mess. He hasn’t called mom all these years to check up on you, to check up on me-“

Amy lifted her head up to look at her brother with pleading eyes. “I know, but-“

“But nothing, Amy! Dad’s never coming back! You shouldn’t even be grieving over his loss,” he rebuked. Bill felt offended, and threatened, how Amy still missed their step-father. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He understood she was too young to remember him, but what infuriated him the most was her own ideal image of their dad. She was playing a dangerous game by living in her head and was only subjecting herself to more emotional turmoil. She really believed that if dad hadn’t left their lives would’ve been a thousand times better. He sighed and tried to soften his tone again. “Amy, listen. Dad isn’t here anymore, but I am, okay? If you need anything, have any problems, you talk to me, yeah?”

She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” he corrected. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a koala. “In an odd way, you’re kinda like my own dad...”

“Better me than him.” Bill wrapped his arms around her back, tightening the hug.

“I know. You’re better than him in a lot of ways. That’s what mom always says, anyway.”

“Damn straight. I’d never leave you or mom.”

After a few moments of silence, Amy spoke up. “Bill?”

“Hm?”

Amy pulled away again but kept her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your clothes for tomorrow?”

He used his hand to cup her cheek and swipe away a tear with his thumb. Because he was the oldest sibling he had a bigger stash of clothing compared to his sister. He often shared his clean clothes with her and didn’t mind. They were pretty much the same size. Since the school knew about their situation at home, they allowed the dress code for the uniforms bypass with Amy. As long as it kept her from not getting bullied at school, he was more than alright with it. “You know you don’t have to ask. You can just take what you need and carry on with your day, right?”

A faint smile appeared across her face. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go see how mom’s doing with dinner.” Before Bill could unwrap himself around Amy, she attached herself to him again, not wanting him to leave her yet. His body stiffened at her reluctancy to let go. “Need daddy to hold you for a little longer?” He mocked, but deep down he meant it, and Amy knew he meant it. If there was ever going to be an official father-figure in her life, it’d be Bill.

“Please…?”

He sighed, giving into her needy nature. “Fine.” A few more seconds of silence passed. “Remember what I said. Don’t hesitate to come talk to me if something’s wrong.”

“Yes, dad,” she mocked back.

“Atta girl.”

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7:00 p.m.

At the dinner table Bill, Amy, and their mother sat in their respected seats with a bowl of tomato soup and 1/4 slice of toast laid out in front of them. They had to ration the bread by slicing it in fours to make it last for two weeks. Since Amy was the youngest she got two 1/4s while Bill and his mother had the single 1/4 slices.

Like all the previous nights, Bill sacrificed his slice of toast, and passed it to Amy underneath the table. Tonight was no different and Amy hesitated before taking the slice. She loathed it whenever Bill did that. He needed to eat, too. She couldn’t stand seeing him waste away while he tried to keep some meat on her bones. But she would do the same thing for him in a heartbeat, only if he allowed her to do so.

7:15 p.m.

After dinner, everybody helped clean up the dishes before retiring to the bathroom to brush their teeth, and get ready for bed. Bill waited in his bedroom as his mother was tucking in Amy. He was too old to be tucked in. He granted his mother permission to wish him a good night, and maybe sweet dreams, before turning off his lamp on the nightstand, and going to sleep. Amy, on the other hand, insisted on being tucked in since she found the gesture to be precious. His mother didn’t seem to mind doing it either. She knew there would come a day when both her children would have to leave the house to scout for their own futures. So, she tried to cherish every moment with them, no matter how big or small it was. It mattered to her.

Bill heard his sister’s door shut and saw his mother appear around the corner. “Goodnight, Bill.”

“Night, mom.”

“Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, mom.”

She nodded and flicked off his lamp, closing the door.

Bill laid there in the darkness for quite some time. His mind wandered to Emily. He wondered what she ate for dinner tonight. Probably a steak, medium-rare, with green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. His stomach growled at the imagery as his mouth watered.

He visualized Emily’s elegant dinner table adorned with red and white candles, roses, champagne glasses, beautifully crafted ceramic plates, and silverware. He snapped out of his thoughts, rubbing his aching belly. He’d be going to bed hungry again while Emily would be sleeping on a full stomach. He resented it but had himself to blame for tricking his mind into thinking he’d be eating a steak off a piece of fine China. Bill closed his eyes and waited for dreamland to succumb him.

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The next morning Bill walked to school with Amy. He made sure to keep an eye on her during lunch break and to watch for students making snide remarks behind her back. The only component that was missing today was Emily. She wasn’t in first period (Lang & Lit) or third period (Biology), and she wasn’t seen sitting at a table for lunch. It surprised Bill. Maybe she decided to ditch school or call in sick? He questioned. Study Hall was gonna be lonely without her - and sure enough…it was.

After school, Amy walked home with two of her classmates while Bill trekked to Emily’s neighborhood. It was odd that she wasn’t present today. It made him worry. Perhaps he was overthinking? She might’ve just caught the flu or a cold. Or maybe she had an appointment and decided to skip the rest of the school day. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to him, all he wanted to know was if Emily was okay, and that she wasn’t in any sort of danger.

As Bill walked along the sidewalk of Emily’s pristine neighborhood, older folks (who were sitting in their lawn chairs on the patio) eyed him suspiciously. They could tell Bill was an outsider, not just by his cheap clothing, but also because they haven’t seen him, or others like him, wander around this area. He ignored the glances and picked up his pace. He felt their stares were burning holes into his backside similar to how a cigarette is pressed against human flesh.

Unbeknownst to Bill, two cops were standing outside of their vehicles, chatting near a cul-de-sac. Emily’s house was located right behind them. The two officers noticed Bill walking towards them with both his hands in his pockets, and head lowered, his long hair covering his face.

“Hey, man, who’s that boy?” One of the officers asked, squinting his eyes in the distance.

The other officer studied the boy for a moment before coming to the realization. “Him? That’s Bill Bailey - Lafayette’s troublemaker. Not sure what he’s doing on this side of town,” he remarked.

“It’s the wrong side,” the other officer noted. “Bill Bailey, huh?” Unlike his partner, this officer didn’t know who Bill was, but he’s heard rumors, from time to time, about a young boy wrecking havoc every week. This must be the kid everyone’s up in arms about, he mused. “Is his father George Bailey?” He questioned, cracking a joke as he was referencing Jimmy Stewart’s classic Christmas film, It’s A Wonderful Life.

“Nah. Bill ain’t no saint like George Bailey. George did his whole town a favor, Bill does this whole State a disservice.” He said, malice creeping in his tone. He’s dealt with Bill in the past on multiple occasions and he sure as Hell didn’t want to see him now.

“What should we do? Tie him up?” The officer suggested.

His partner shook his head. “He’ll be spending the night where he belongs. In a cell.” He motioned his partner to follow him and the two walked up to Bill. “Hey, Billy,” the officer greeted. “Miss me?”

Bill looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. What the fuck were they doing here?! He came to a halt, standing his own ground.

“Relax, Bill.” The same officer spoke. “Just wanted to have a little chat.” The officer circled him, eyeing Bill up and down, studying his long, shaggy hairstyle. “I see you grew your hair out.”

“Ain’t that a faggot thing?” The other officer chimed in.

Bill huffed a little, disregarding the stupid comment.

The officer who was circling him noticed. “Careful, man. He might punch your lights out,” he cautioned.

Bill rolled his eyes and continued to walk. They were purposely trying to piss him off and Bill wasn’t gonna waste his time with them, he had other (more important) matters to attend to.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could leave yet, boy!” The officer yelled, putting his hand on his shoulder, and spinning him around.

Within a second, Bill tried defending himself by swatting the officer’s hand away, only to be embraced from behind by the other officer who held both his arms down. “Let go of me!” Bill yelled, trying to jerk the officer off him.

When the other guy stepped closer to him Bill lifted both his legs up to kick him in the shins, but the officer acted fast and caught both his ankles, holding his squirming legs together. “You think I forgot about your old tricks, kid?” He taunted. “Handcuff his ass.”

His partner obliged and handcuffed Bill’s wrists. They carried him away and threw him in the backseat of the car, driving to the county jail.

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Bill received another worthless mugshot and was locked in a random cell for the night. He laid down on the bench and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do. He was used to getting mistreated like this by the officers. He had a reputation and it got him in a lot of trouble, even when he didn’t do anything wrong.

The hours slowly passed and an officer made several rounds to check on each of the cells, including his, to make sure everything was in order. Bill could tell he was gonna miss his curfew tonight. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

At 10:00 p.m., the officer who was checking the cells came to Bill’s. “Psst. Hey, kid. Wake up!”

Bill opened his eyes and sat up on the bench.

“You’re gonna make a phone call to have someone bail your ass out. This cell needs to be occupied by other shitheads like you.”

“I’m not sharing this cell?” Bill asked, a little surprised. But knowing what happened when he was locked up with other men last time, he preferred to go home instead.

The officer led him towards a phone booth and gave him a quarter to use. “Make it count. It’s my last quarter,” he warned.

Bill contemplated on who to call. He could call his mother and inform her of his whereabouts, but he’s done that countless of times, it shattered him to see his mom look so heartbroken that her son had been abused by the law again. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face.

Suddenly, another idea popped into his head. He’d call Emily to pick him up. Slotting the quarter into the booth, Bill dialed Emily’s home number, and waited for somebody to answer.

“Hello?” A groggy, female voice addressed. It was Emily’s mother.

Shit. He lost track of time and remembered Emily’s household went to bed early, too.

“Hi, Mrs. Clarice?” Bill tried to fake his best impression.

“Bill?” She questioned, sounding more alert. “Honey, it’s late. Everything alright? Is your mom okay? Your sister?”

“They’re fine. I just…I need to talk to Emily. It’s about the t-test for…tomorrow.” He needed to strengthen his lying skills someday and diminish the stuttering. It was a poor habit of his whenever he felt nervous.

“Aww, sweetie. Can’t it wait ‘til morning? She’s sleeping.”

“I realize she’s sleeping but it’s rather u-urgent.” He heard Clarice set the phone down on her nightstand.

There was silence for a few moments before he heard Emily’s voice on the other line. “Bill?”

“Emily,” he sounded relieved. “I need your help.”

“Uhm…what test are you referring to?” She queried, not having recollection about a test in any of her classes. How ironic would it be if she missed a test’s announcement on the same day she wasn’t in school?

“Listen carefully,” Bill spoke in a lower tone. “I need you to bail me out of jail tonight. It’s the one closest to your house.”

Emily paused, catching on to his plea. “Ohh, that test! Yes, our teacher wanted us to type the final draft for tomorrow and read it to the class.”

“Just sneak out of the house, through your bedroom window, and haul ass.” He advised.

“I’m sure I can help you finish it in Study Hall.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re a real one.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have plenty of time to get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Another wave of silence passed. “Alright, Bill.” It was her mother again. “You get some sleep now, got it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Clarice.”

“Alright. Take care, honey.”

“Goodnight.” Bill hung up the phone and waited for Emily’s arrival.

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It took Emily 30 minutes to run to the county jail, be she eventually made it. She told the officer she was here to pick up Bill, since they needed proof for a bailout, and released him out of custody.

“You kids have a safe night. Stay out of trouble!” The officer told them on a parting note.

Bill and Emily walked side by side, holding hands.

“Did they beat you?”

“No.”

Emily squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m sorry for missing school today. I should’ve been there…” She sounded guilty. If she would’ve been by his side, none of this would’ve happened to him. She blamed herself for this mess.

“It’s okay. Why weren’t you there?” He asked, the curiosity still lingering.

Emily stopped in her tracks and released his hand, causing Bill to turn around and face her.

“It’s situations like these, Bill.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I skip a day, I don’t know, because I felt like it, and wham! You’re gone! I don’t know how long I can keep doing this!” She yelled, sounding hysterical. “How long I can keep pretending everything is fine when it’s not. Maybe that’s why I needed to skip today. To clear my head about us.”

“Baby, baby-“

“Life keeps throwing rocks at you and I won’t be able to help, or be there for you. I won’t always be here!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Just like how you’re not always here! You disappear because those bastards catch you. Fuck, Bill, I can’t even help you with your home life!”

Bill moved closer, placing his hands on her hips. “Baby, I know. This will be a one time thing. I have other options.” Maybe he should’ve utilized those other options and not her. Emily didn’t deserve to be involved in his chaotic life. She seemed too sweet and innocent for her own good, and Bill wanted to uphold that facade, not destroy it. She didn’t deserve to be corrupted and live on the edge like him on a daily basis. She’s been through enough trouble in her own life, she didn’t need to carry his burdens, too.

“I need you, Bill…” she whined, a tear streaming down her cheek.

“I need you too, honey. You know I’ll always wait for you, right? I’d never leave you.”

Emily’s face contorted from the pain she felt inside her heart. “I…might.”

“Huh? Explain.” He wasn’t understanding what Emily was throwing at him. He didn’t have the patience for games and he wished she would just come clean.

“I need a guy to always be here - by my side. If you go to jail, I have to be there with you.”

“Baby, we don’t even share the same bed.” He reminded. “I can’t be your lifeline when you need me most.”

“That’s the thing…I’m realizing it now. I don’t think I can carry on with our relationship. It’s too much.”

Now Bill was the one who felt heartbroken by her statement. “What?”

“Face it, Bill. You need a stronger girlfriend. Someone who is more resilient than me.”

“Don’t say that. We can work on this together. I’m still figuring this shit out,” he confessed.

Emily sighed, sniffling. She was uncertain about the whole thing.

Bill saw the confliction behind her eyes and spoke again, “I chose you because you’re perfect. If you weren’t right for me, I would’ve released you into the sea long ago.” That was the truth. Bill would never admit it, but Emily meant more to him than he ever imagined. He lost his virginity to her and she was always loyal to him from day one, she never judged him, or feared him like the other students did. She was different and he liked that.

Emily’s heart swelled at his words. But she had trouble believing in her own self that she could stay committed to Bill, Lafayette’s troublemaker.

“C’mon. Let’s continue our walk,” he encouraged. “You can think about it on the way.”

Rampant thoughts went through Emily’s head, landing on the same conclusion over and over again - stay with Bill. Maybe she could conquer through? Maybe this was another rough patch she had to hurdle over? She wanted to be on the other side of the patch where the grass was greener and not so frail. She knew she had to be patient. The process would be worth her while once Bill was free and hers again like tonight. It was a continuous cycle she’d need to grow accustomed to.

The two arrived outside her home and they looked at each other.

“See you tomorrow…?”

Bill nodded, confirming it. “Tomorrow.”

A small smile crept across her lips.

“One more thing.” Bill hoisted her up, having her legs wrap around his waist as his hands travelled up her skirt. “You bare for me?” He asked, feeling pleased that she wasn’t wearing any panties this time. His palms ran circles over her ass, gripping her soft flesh.

“Of course I am.” She giggled. “Easy access, right?”

Using one hand to hold her in place, Bill used his other hand to unzip his pants, and slide himself inside of her drenched cunt.

She whimpered at the contact, her walls clenching around his length ecstatically.

“Remember how I feel inside.” He reminded. “Nobody can make you feel this good.”

Emily rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her quivering legs at his side. “Nobody,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, baby. All mine.” He nipped at her neck, using his tongue to lick behind her earlobe, causing her to squirm in his embrace, but whenever she did her cunt clenched around him again, making her clit pulsate with desire. Bill always had a way of making her feel full, loved, and wanted. It went beyond just needing satisfaction. Their bodies were intertwined, as one, and they couldn’t stand letting each other go. They needed to save each other. Together, they were the key to escaping their old lives in Indiana.

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