#this kid is 6 and was bouncing off the walls THE WHOLE DAY

[xoshepard]

my gf is a milf which hasn't been relevant until now but i just have to tell everyone that yesterday i took her and her daughter on a santa-based train ride and they were sitting together but the daughter wanted a better view of behind her so i switched seats with her and was holding hands w her mom and then she pointed at us and yelled at the top of her lungs on this crowded ass train "LESBIANS!!!!!!!" and im still crying laughing why are children so fucking funny

btw laughing out loud is apparently NOT the correct response in that situation

[dualcordie]

I’ve seen people talking about Zuko adopting Izumi instead of her being his biological child and I had a silly little thought (that I haven’t stopped thinking about for days)

warning: this post is basically just my last two brain cells trying to put out a semi-coherent thought

What if Zuko and Azula mend their relationship after everything and heal, but they both still despise Ozai so much that they make a pact that their lineage dies with them and they refuse to ever have children?

BUT

Azula goes on some self discovery trip and eventually meets this little orphan named Izumi. They hit it off almost immediately. Azula is usually super awkward around kids, but Izumi is a little menace and Azula loves her. She sees parts of herself, and even Zuko, in Izumi (ya know, before things went downhill for the both of them as children). She manages to bring Izumi back to the capital and tells Zuko she has a surprise.

Zuko nearly shits himself when said surprise is a 6 year old who can’t seem to stop bouncing off the walls and talks so fast you can barely make out what she’s saying. Zuko is adamant that Izumi doesn’t belong there and “What about our deal?!”

To which Azula starts to persuade him (because she’s good at that shit and would be able to do it without hesitation) and even makes the point that their ancestors would be livid if they knew that the Fire Lord adopted a random child rather than “keeping their lineage pure” or whatever the fuck kind of bullshit they’d say. She wants to be an auntie so bad, she’s bound and determined to get Zuko to adopt this kid.

Zuko says Izumi can stay, but he can’t be a dad right now and they’ll have to eventually find someone to take her in. Azula doesn’t believe that for one second, especially after seeing how great Zuko is with every child he comes across. She manages to rope the gaang into it and when Zuko sees how Sokka and Izumi instantly click, how comfortable Izumi is around Aang and Katara’s kids, as well as Toph’s, he can’t say no to adopting her. He takes her in, spends more and more time with her, and they’re definitely a dynamic dad and daughter duo (even though he hasn’t officially adopted her yet). There’s even talk going around the palace that Zuko is spoiling her rotten (but he swears he isn’t, he’s just trying to give her a better childhood than he had).

then blah blah blah Zuko’s a great dad to her and him and Sokka surprise her with the official adoption and they sometimes struggle with the whole new being married and parents thing but they’d give their lives for Izumi in an instant and they’re in love and that’s all that matters

[whenshewrites]

Ok ok ok. I decided to do my fic idea that's been rolling around in my head for weeks. It's still a WIP but I made a good amount of progress and I am pretty sure I'm gonna have the energy to finish.

Hope you guys like it.

Chapter 1 / 7(?)

It started as Buck’s idea. They always started with Buck’s idea. Tommy thought wedding anniversaries were for special vacations or fancy dinners, but here they were, three days after their first wedding anniversary, standing on the dusky, warm street corner outside the Pink Pony Club for (B)ICON night. Tommy had never heard of such a thing, but Buck insisted they go.

Despite the growing swarm of people, the bouncer didn’t seem rushed. He checked each ID and paused to size up whoever was in front of him, looking at each club goer with suspicion before letting them through. On another night, Tommy might’ve quipped to Buck about how long the line was taking, about how loud the music was even from outside, but Buck was buzzing with excitement. He found a new shirt, half pink and half purple, to wear over his jeans, and now the shirt rippled slightly as Buck bounced up and down on the heels of his feet. Tommy couldn’t be snarky about that.

Buck offered his ID to the bouncer first. His relaxed smile didn’t budge as the bouncer raised an eyebrow at him and paused. He ushered Buck inside, then took Tommy’s ID. Tommy’s exasperation broke through as the bouncer inspected his license. He was sure this was taking twice as long as it had for anyone else. The bouncer caught a glimpse of his scowl, and, grinning, informed Tommy the club was full. He’d have to wait for someone to leave.

“That’s my husband you just let through,” Tommy started off, but the bouncer just shrugged.

“Fire code, they’re at max capacity. What do you what me to do about it?”

They both tried to stare each other down. Tommy couldn’t believe this guy had been counting the number of people coming and going. He gears up to snap back, maybe mention the fire code violation the bouncer is engaging in by smoking a cigarette not a foot from the door, when a gaggle of laughing kids bursts out the door. The bouncer nods his head and Tommy brushes by.

Buck is waiting in the grimy atrium, gazing at the walls. They’re papered with different community posters: a technicolor ad for a fundraiser at the LA Queer Community center; a banner advertising an all-drag production of Hairspray; a flyer for PrEP. Tommy brushed against Buck, starting to complain about how he almost hadn’t been let in. “You ready?” he asked, hand on door to the club entrance.

Buck looked at him, Tommy didn’t think Buck had heard a word he said. Buck gave his head a little shake. “Yes, yes. I’m ready.”

Tommy pushed the door open, waving Buck through first. He wasn’t sure what had Buck so enraptured a minute ago: the “roommate wanted” ad at the 6-bedroom poly lesbian house a few blocks away? The “AMAB volunteers wanted” for a medical device that looked like a high-tech potato sack? Tommy ducked into the club after Buck, hit immediately with a wave of pounding music and glittery air.

Buck had made it his mission to get them both here for this evening. He lead Tommy out to the dance floor, flashing his toothy smile, shaking his whole body as if he were trying to actually get something off of him for a minute before falling into a rhythmic groove. Tommy rested his arms on Buck’s shoulders and bounced along. Whenever their eyes met, the noise and hustle of the club melted away, and all either one of them could see was the other.

After two songs, Tommy’s ears were ringing. He leaned into Buck, trying not to shout too loudly in his ear: “Want to get messy?”

Buck laughed, glancing down at his phone. “Nah, not yet,” he said, “but a beer to start sounds good.”

Tommy squeezed his shoulder and slipped away, leaving just in time for Eddie to bounce into Buck’s line of vision. “Thanks for coming, Eddie,” Buck clapped Eddie’s shoulder as he grinned. “It’s almost showtime. He is gonna be shocked. He’ll be back with a beer soon.”

“Good luck,” Eddie said. Buck saluted and headed for the stage at the front of the club as a towering drag queen strutted out and called all the contestants for Mx. (B)ICON to come to the front.

The rules were simple. To be the bi icon of the year, you had to do three shots: one of raspberry vodka, one of blueberry vodka, and one vanilla vodka, then perform a talent on stage. Every contestant, the queen said, had signed up with the same talent: lip syncing and choreography. Buck and the eight other contestants filed on stage: he squinted, trying to find Tommy in the crowd, as he and all the contestants except one were shooed away from the stage.

“Are you outta your mind, Evan?” Tommy pushed through the crowd, Eddie behind him. Buck grabbed Tommy’s beer and chugged, wiped his mouth on his arm. He just grinned in response to his husband’s question.

“C’mon Tommy, let’s find a good spot to watch this go down.”

Tommy leaned over, a smile cracking through his serious expression, and kissed Buck. “Happy anniversary.”

The girl onstage was finishing up her routine. “Hey, you think she’s single?” Eddie asked. Buck shoved him as he and Tommy disappeared back into the crowd.

The queen called Buck up: one of only two male contestants, she quipped, and handed him the first little glass.

Buck gulped down the first shot. He couldn’t see where Tommy and Eddie went. At the second shot, he heard a loud whoop that could only be Eddie, somewhere to his left. Eddie was probably laughing, Buck thought, and telling Tommy how all those nights when Tommy was hanging out with Christopher, Buck was actually trying to get his choreography down, Eddie alternating between cackles and suggestions. Down the last shot went.

Buck was not the only one who had even chosen this song to dance to as his talent. The first few bars of “Poker Face” blasted out and his body was in motion. He laughed, he didn’t even bother lip syncing. He just belted out the lyrics as he stepped side to side, the whole world shaking back and forth with him. It was like that earthquake, but fun. The vodka had hit him almost immediately, and he was perfectly drunk: not too far gone, but without a care left in the world.

He landed in his last pose as the music stopped. He still didn’t see Eddie and Tommy in the crowd, so he just yelled out, “I LOVE YOU TOMMY KINARD,” before he walked offstage.

“Well sir, you can buck me any time,” the queen said, stepping back up to call the next person. Buck leaned against the wall, still snickering to himself, and watched the next victim start downing liquor. He felt Tommy’s arm around him and they stood together as the music pounded in their ears.

“By the way,” Tommy interrupted Buck’s rapt attention on the girl currently performing, “I am catching up.” Buck watched his husband take a shot and kissed him. “And Eddie determined that first girl is indeed single.” They stood in their corner, watching the competition wear on. “You definitely did better than them,” Tommy yelled over the applause, as the last person finished her routine. Eddie appeared in front of them, offering up another round.

“Buck, man, I did not know a straight guy could have this much fun at a gay bar.” Eddie clinked glasses with Buck. Buck could almost feel the eye roll flash across Tommy’s face. He tried to make a mental note: remember to make fun of Tommy later, that Tommy’s bet about Eddie someday coming out as – something – was still a losing one.

The queen called everyone back to the stage. Buck lined up with the other nine, every single one of them shifting nervously as she paced behind them, asking the audience to cheer for their favorites.

“Well, queers, I’m glad you all have your opinions, but there is a clear winner here,” she snapped into the microphone. “Emily…please step off the stage. It’s not you hon.” She picked the contestants off one by one, and Buck waited for his name to come. But it didn’t, until it was just him and the girl Eddie determined was single.

“Now, one of you will make a lovely runner-up, I think we can all agree. But ladies, gents, and everyone in between, or both, or neither…please cheer for this year’s Mx. Bicon…BUCK!”

Buck lifted his arms and let a delighted yelp out to thunderous applause.

Tommy and Eddie led the charge of the rest of the audience, jumping onto the stage to throw arms around him and yell as the DJ blasted Poker Face once again. Buck lost himself in the crowd of sweaty, glittery, happy people, until he found his way back to Eddie.

He leaned into Eddie, finally feeling the dizziness hit, and looked until he found Tommy in the crowd. He put his lips to Eddie’s ear so he could talk without screaming, Eddie cocked his head to listen as Buck pointed, smiling, at Tommy.

“I’m gonna have his babies.”

[birthcouple]

Baby 6,s Home alone unassisted birth story

8th Sept

I was 37 weeks pregnant and not due for another 2 weeks. I was still running errands around, doing house chores and taking care of my 5 kids like how I usually did. However the whole day i was feeling braxton hix like contractions but did not think much about it as it came and go.

At 2000hrs, after settling my kids down for bed I said my goodbyes to my husband and sent him off his night shift. He was worried as I was heavily pregnant and wasn’t able to accompany me as he wasnt due for leave till next week. I assured him that the baby will not be here so soon (that’s when i jinxed myself) and everything will be fine.

I then decided to take a warm shower. During the shower I felt the braxton hix becoming more regular however i did not think much about it as my mucus plug was still intact and my water has not broke. I then went to bed early as pregnancy tired me out.

At about 2300hrs i was woken up by strong contractions and the urge to pee. I then went to the toilet and saw my mucus plug on my panties. I did my internal exam myself, however I couldn’t estimate how dilated I am. My water had broke a little but it was small trickles. I then tried to call my husband but he wasn’t picking up. There was nobody I could have called as my parents arent in town.

Things were still moving pretty slowly here. I did not want to wake my kids up hence I decide to give birth in my bedroom alone. I took off my clothes, waddled to my bathroom, took a few towels and a mirror and set them up on my bedroom floor. I didnt want to give birth in my toilet although it was easier to cleanup but i wanted to give birth comfortably in my bedroom. I just took it slow and bounced on my yoga ball and tried to rest as I can. The contractions were slowly picking up however it was still tolerable.

2345hrs

My husband gave me a call. I did not want to worry him as he was unable to leave work till 4/5 am due to an emergency call. I assured him everything was ok and promised him a video call when the birth was picking up. He also stand by to rush home once he was done with work.

At about 0030hrs my contractions were stronger and closer together. I did my internal exam every now and then but honestly i did not know what I was feeling. The pressure was getting more intense. I decided to move myself from my bed to the floor and propped my self sitting up with pillows on my back. I had a mirror facing me so i could view my birth process. My water then broke fully and it was a relief as my water appeared clear.

At about 0100 hrs I felt the urge to push. I could feel immense pressure on my perineum. I gave a small push. My vaginal opened a little as i pushed, water trickled out of my vaginal and I could vaguely see my babys head as it was far back. I then held my vagina open with my fingers as I pushed and that was when I could see the babys hair peeking out. As i let go, my vaginal vaguely stayed open and I could still see the water trickling out. When my contractions hit again, that was when I decided to push again. I held my vaginal open with my fingers and As i push, this time I could feel my baby forming a crown on my vaginal. However it did not stayed long, as i stopped pushing my baby went back in. I love to watch my progress in the mirror, although I was in pain I was able to see my unborn child making her way out and how my body was able to cope with it. In between contractions, I pried open my vagina and I was able to see my babys head, not peeking out but nestled at the back behind my vaginal walls. I tried to stroke my babys head and I could still feel her little kicks. Everytime I pushed with a contraction, my baby’s head peaked out a little and went back in as soon as i stopped pushing and that went on for a bout an hour.

At a point of time I gave a big push and i was finally at a crown. My crowning process was very long too as I did not rush it. As my babys head stretched my vagina, i was playing with my clit for pleasure. I started off with a small crown where my vaginal was making a small oval shape. As i progressed I then held a crown where my babys forhead was showing. I held that crown so long my babys head literally took the shape of my vagina. My vagina was held open so wide it was something I have not experienced before but i enjoyed it so much. I talked to my baby even before she was born out fully. The crown was so big that every movement it made, it pressed on to my clitoris and it was an amazing sensation that I love to go through again. Finally I gave a big push and with a bit of help of my fingers I birthed my daughters head. Through the mirror i could see she was facing down. I proped myself up so i could get a better view of her face. I wiped her face clean and she was making cooing sounds. I knew i wanted the birth process to be lemgthen hence I decided to stop pushing and let my body do its thing. With every contraction felt, I told myself not to push and I could see and feel her turning as she rotated to get out. My vaginal held a tight hold around her neck. Through ever contraction, i talked to her and stroked her head. My body naturally expelled her bit by bit and soon I was crowning at the shoulders. She started opening her mouth and tried to cry as soon as her shoulders were out. I let my body slowly push the rest of her body out and that itself took an hour. Soon enough she was out fully.

It was an amazing experience although it was scary to birth alone i was able to process it fully by myself and let my body do what it should. My husband also got to view the birth through video call and he told me he jerked himself off in the toilet when he saw me birthed my daughter.

[futuremrscameron]

meet trailer park princess

content warnings: mentions of addiction (heroin and alcohol), trauma, child abuse, complicated relationships, self-sabotage, mentions of the US military preying on poor kids, classism

known as barry's girl. can be found sleeping or watching tv on barry’s couch. causes much intrigue among barry’s clients. who is she? is she kook or pogue? what is her relationship to barry? the last one causes a lot of tension

wrapping up a deal when he hears an agonizing scream. he wraps up his deal quickly and walks into his living room

“the fuck goin’ on in there?”

“that bitch cut me.”

“i’m gon' need you to watch yo mouth.” he turns to the sluggish girl now standing and gripping a bloody switchblade, pointed at the customer clutching his face. “what happened?”

“i just told you!”

barry side-eyes the man. “not another word. unless you wanna lose the hand.”

he turns his attention back to the girl, raising an eyebrow in wait for her answer.

“fucker tried to touch my tit.” her glare never falters.

the man turns red in the face, not from the humidity this time. “she’s lying.”

“you got five seconds to get the fuck up outta here.”

the man blanches. “now hold on!”

“three.”

the man reaches for his baggie of coke on the table. the switchblade stabs between his hand and the baggie. he looks up, a pitiful expression on his face. “come on, man.”

“one.”

the man runs out. a shot rings out. he screams and hits the ground. he touches the stinging spot on his butt. his lower lip wobbles as he speaks, “y-you sh-shot me.”

barry nods, “tell your friends, bitch.”

“fuck you!” he cries, sniveling as he struggles to stand.

barry glares as he begins to walk to his door but stops at the steps. "what you say!?”

the man apologizes profusely and finally finds his bearings. he runs; barry shakes his head at the cowardice.

“asshole,” the girl mumbles as she flops back down on the couch.

“you got me losin’ customers.” he sits down next to her, staring at the sitcom rerun playing on the tv. she hums in acknowledgement.

“you gon’ get rid of me.”

he scoffs, believing it to be a joke and ready to answer it as such. until he looks at her. she's staring straight ahead, but he sees her scratching at her thumb, a nervous tick she's had for as long as he's known her. he's glad there's one thing that hasn't changed. “nah.”

she nods and lays her head on his shoulder. they stay like that for the rest of the day.

grew up in a shack near the swamp, very isolated from most of the island. father left her to deal with her mother’s rage and declining health at 6. although barry’s was the closest home to her they didn’t meet til middle school. she opened up to him in ways she hasn’t opened up to anyone

very thin, bordering on malnourished due to the prolonged drug use. slowly gains weight and muscle during her stay with barry due to him having no heroin under his roof

started living with barry after her parents kicked her out for doing heroin. he blames himself for her getting addicted to heroin in the first place so he let her stay

only physically affectionate when high because it makes her walls come down and makes her remember what she and barry used to have. barry tries his best to keep it classy when she gets like that

he forgot how clingy she gets when she’s drunk. she places open mouthed kisses against his neck, nearly putting her whole body weight on him. “i see the way you look at me. come on. you’re not gonna get this when i’m sober. you really wanna look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“i’ll live.” he softly but firmly removes her hands from his pants and holds them together. “you need to sleep this off.” he drags her to his bed and pushes her back.

she hits the bed with a bounce and laughs, “kinky.”

he shakes his head as he covers her with a blanket and pats her shoulder. “night.” he turns to leave the room when she replies, “night, bear.”

the affectionate nickname stops him in his tracks; he turns around to ask her to repeat it, but she’s already knocked out.

resents barry for leaving her to enlist after high school. he’s the only one that knew about her home life. can’t help but feel that he left because she was too much. she knows it’s not true and that he really needed the money and the (alleged) benefits but that nagging voice casts an unshakeable doubt in her mind

works at a bar in the cut as a bartender after a year at barry’s cause she didn’t want to rely on him; in her mind, it would only give him more of a reason to think she’s deadweight or using him (he doesn’t). she replaces heroine with booze but swears she won’t get addicted because she refuses to be like her mom

pretend to be a lone wolf but secretly longs for community and lifelong bonds. it’s why she entertains the idea of getting back with barry but always ends up pulling away

tries to be nonchalant but fails spectacularly. she is under a lot of stress with trying to stay clean, working through her complicated feelings about barry, and trying to get her life back in order

doesn’t try to hide her contempt for rafe or that he’s always around (he’s not) and doesn’t know how to keep his head out of her business. she thinks he’s an annoying, cocky, sniveling brat

he sluggishly turns his head to the right and squints, it takes him a while to accept what she’s doing in front of him, ruling it out as a hallucination at first. he nudges barry’s foot with his own, “should she be doing that?”

the girl doesn’t look up, still focused on holding her foot steady as she tries to stick the needle between her toes. “i’m weaning myself off.”

barry sighs, “she’s weaning herself off.”

rafe frowns in confusion at the pair’s reaction, “shouldn’t she be doing that in like, i don’t know, a facility?”

she stops looking for an entry point and looks up at rafe. “you’re one to fucking talk. didn’t you just do a line.”

“yeah but i’m not fucking-” he gestures wildly, “sticking fucking needles in my foot.“

barry feels a headache forming just thinking about the fallout of this argument. “ay man.” his attempt at deescalating the situation is ignored.

she turns her focus on the kook and points the syringe threateningly. “keep fucking talking, and i’ll stick this shit so far up your ass you’ll cough and feel it.”

barry whistles sharply, halting the argument and bringing their attention to him. “both of you need to chill the fuck out. ruinin’ my high. shit.”

the thickest accent you’ve ever heard. rafe jokes that he can never understand them when they’re talking about

hates her name and only responds to ‘M’ or personally approved nicknames. barry calls her by her real name when he’s pissed at her

owns a hunting rifle named ‘shirley’ left behind by her dad and has only used it three times in her life (when her mother tried to kill her, jj stealing 25K, shooting barry)

smokes with the single moms and wives of the trailer park. they talk about their husbands and kids and share the latest gossip about kooks and pogues alike, it’s how she stays in the know and barry stays ten steps ahead of competitors, enemies, and the law

barry’s the only one that sees through her cool girl facade. it’s why he’s the only one that can truly hurt her

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 36 🔞

Prompt: Doting BF Felix x Fem!Reader

Tags: Narrator is female, masturbation(ish), cockwarming, pet names

A/N: I guess you could consider this a continuation of Day 26.

After spending almost 5 minutes trying to dice a quarter of an onion I was ready to throw both the onion and the knife at the wall.

“What’s the matter?” Felix asked.

“Ten minute prep time my ass. Of course I guess these Mormon trad wives can dice an onion in about 0.003 seconds. This is what I get for saying we need to cook at home more,” I huffed.

“Those Mormon trad wives also have like 8 kids and need to dice an onion in 0.003 seconds,” Felix pointed out.

“I suppose,” I glared at the offending vegetable and kitchen utensil.

“Let me help you relax,” he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

“But the food,” I protested.

“Can wait. You need to relax a little first, stubborn girl,” he replied.

“I thought being stubborn was one of the things you liked about me?” I teased.

“It is, but it’s not very good for your mental health sometimes,” he said.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, finally letting myself relax against his body.

“I could eat you out again or you could have my cock. You’re going to come either way so really it’s just how,” he said. He grazed his hands under my shirt and splayed his fingers across my belly. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“Cock. I want your cock,” I breathed.

“All yours,” he grinned with his lips on the back of my neck. He awkwardly walked us to the bedroom since he didn’t let go of me.

“Can I undress you since it worked so well last time?” he asked.

“Yes,” I nodded. This time I didn’t have a bra on since I was in my house clothes, but I still got just as wet as he carefully undressed me.

“Would you like to try?” he questioned. I could already see a bulge building in his sweatpants.

“Yes,” I replied. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands down the curves of his torso. I wasn’t sure how I’d landed a boyfriend with a visible 6 pack, but I took some time to appreciate the work he put in at the gym. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. His cock was leaking and leaving a visible wet spot on his underwear.

“So you want me too?” I grinned.

“Baby, I want you so bad right now my cock literally hurts,” he laughed. I pulled off his underwear and his cock bounced free.

“Then take me,” I got on the bed and rolled on my side.

“You want it that way I see,” he said, crawling behind me. “Your human dildo.”

“It sounds so crass when you put it like that,” I wrinkled my nose.

“And only you would say ‘crass’ as I’m about to put my dick in you,” he teased. He slid into me and my finger was immediately on my clit. We’d discovered this position a while ago and I loved the feeling of having him inside me while I pleasured myself. He was more than capable of making me come, but I suspected part of him liked just being inside me. My clit was already swollen and sensitive.

“I’m gonna come fast,” I told him as I rolled my clit between my index and middle finger. My pussy clenched down on his cock and I heard a grunt behind me.

“In you or on you?” he asked.

“On me,” I panted as I felt myself getting closer to the edge with even the slightest touch. Felix had his arm wrapped around my waist and his chin hooked over my shoulder. Him panting in my ear was definitely not helping me slow down. Then I felt my pussy start to spasm.

“Fuck,” I felt like my whole body lit up when I came. I barely registered Felix pulling out when I finished, but I rolled on my back. He got between my legs, pumped his cock a few times, and came all over my stomach and chest. There weren’t many days I was in the mood to have come all over me, but it made me feel owned. Today I needed to feel owned. He lowered himself on top of me and kissed me.

“Ready to finish that onion now?” he asked.

“After a shower,” I replied.

“Reasonable,” he agreed. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” I smiled, basking in the afterglow.

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

what was the creative process behind your spike fic? i always love reading your notes on creating fic!

OMG, anon, thank you for the opportunity to ramble!

I'm actually gonna put a cut on this thing because I know people will want to scroll past the absolute wall of text I'm about to put out. I'm literally gonna write an essay on the birth of this beast, timeline-wise.

Kay. So, I've been reading a ton of Spike fics in like the last month or two. Before that, I was bouncing around with The Vampire Diaries, Star Wars, Star Trek, a lot of sci-fi/modern/futuristic stuff. I think that made the progression easier for me to 'get into' writing a modern fic.

This might be a bit dumb, but I cried when I found out that Michelle Trachtenberg died. Buffy was the legit first thing me and my dad had in common when I was a teenager (extenuating circumstances, but let's just say that we didn't get on great due to mutual, if separate, issues). It was a bit of a gut punch, you know? So I started looking at old Dawn fanfics I'd read back in the day—sue me, but when I was like 14 and my biggest crush was Spike, I read Dawn x Spike (given that I wasn't involved in wider fandom discourse at the time, I wasn't exactly literate on the whole ew-that-ship-is-NOT-okay thing)—and stumbled across the oldies I pored over. Geez, I swear fanfiction.net used to be a better quality site? Haven't been there in literal years, and I've gotten so spoiled by AO3 that it felt a bit like slummin' it. But the trip down memory lane was fun. Ran out of steam for Dawn x Spike, so I turned to Spuffy, Spander, Spillow, read all my old faves. Then I saw that there were new Buffy Funko Pops, and as a Funko ho I got them. Then I started rewatching episodes here and there. All the scenes of Spike getting verbally shat on by Buffy in Seasons 5 and 6 made my heart hurt—funny, because I don't really recall if it was quite so horrible to watch as a kid—and I was like "see, this is where fanfic comes in." Decided to hop back online and see if there were any good Spike x OC/Reader fics. A few, and really good (I'll reblog my reads if anyone's interested in that at all), but nothing that scratched the exact itch I was after. The whole "Spike should have an ending where he doesn't have to hide or excuse a part of himself" itch. Then the creativity itch started up.

I've been a bit leery of writing fanfic for a bit. Well, posting it, anyway. Done bits and bobs of ToE, but nothing substantial enough to put up as a complete chapter update. I've also been dabbling with Star Trek (Spirk x Reader, lol) and TVD fic (Klaus x Reader x Elijah, can you tell I like threesomes?), but neither of those are done. The latter is more done, and I might post that eventually, but it got away from me a bit because I made the mistake of just yeeting ideas out without making some sort of plan. Same with the Star Trek fic, TBH. I've sorta smutted myself into a hole with both—too much detail, to the point it reads like a blow-by-blow and I'm exhausted just reviewing it. The pacing's all wonky. So anyway, I sat on an idea of a Spike x Reader, partially based on old maladaptive fantasies I used to invent as a teen while trying to fight off insomnia. Being Buffy's sister. Being the one Spike falls for. It felt like the right move, in the name of nostalgia, to tackle an old daydream. And I think I've already mentioned that I've wanted to write a relationship fic using external character POVs, partly because I'm a freaky little voyeur, partly for drama and partly because it's an interesting way to practice at writing each character. If you can believably write in an approximation of their voice, you understand them, right?

Wasn't hard to draft some dot points about the order of development (something's up > too close at funeral > twoo wuv confession > sads after Buffy > catch post-nut > catch mid-nut > catch pre-nut > big blow-up > semi-resolution > happy days). Wasn't originally going to include Angel, but given Spike's hate-on for him and the necessity of filling in another character blank, I felt it held up to include him. The only possible place he could fit was Joyce's funeral, seeing as he was present in canon there, so there he was assigned. I had to think logistically in my assignments: I started with Xander getting to view the live graphic smut show, seeing as how he basically cops the same thing with Buffybot. That was a fun scene to write! I then went back to the 'huh, why's Spike being weirder than usual?' intro scene and decided that if it were anything more intense, Buffy'd probably just kill him, so she had to get that one. The other intimate scenes (confession, post- and mid-smut stuff) had to go to characters who wouldn't dob Spike and Reader in, so Anya, Dawn and Tara they went to. Dawn couldn't have the confession, she was busy being sacrificed by Glory, and she definitely couldn't have the active smut bit because she's a kid and ew. Giles got the post-Buffy's-death mourning sequence because he's mostly absent in Season 6 and I wanted to preserve that. I knew it was going to end with either Reader or Spike POV (to hit home how SWAG things are), and that basically left Willow by default with the confrontation scene.

I wrote it all out of order. Xander first, back to Buffy, then Angel, then Tara, then Anya, then Giles, then Dawn, and then Willow - Reader - Spike occurred in sequence. Had to do some editing to get them to flow on, but the beauty of the separated scenes meant that the internal monologue didn't have to be consistent between scenes. Each character's limited by what they know, which is most apparent in Giles's POV, given that he's interpreting Spike/Reader as a developing closeness rather than a secret affair masquerading as flirtation which I hope is what comes across. For authenticity, I tried to preserve the spelling, punctuation and grammar norms relative to the regions of origin for each character—everyone bar Giles and Spike have Americanised English (which I frequently stuffed up and have had to go back countless times and re-edit), while those two have good ol' British/Australian English. Not a thing most will notice, but I was determined to make that a thing, even if people don't necessarily think in words requiring correct spelling. Don't ask me why this was a compulsion, just blame my rampant autism.

I was mostly done with the fic by the time I started posting it on AO3. It came outta me with a quickness that I haven't had in a long time. I think it was mostly because I didn't really expect it to go anywhere initially; it was an itch to scratch like my other non-HotD fic dabblings, and I probably wouldn't finish it. Also, it didn't carry the burden of all these developed plot points as a brand-new fic, nor the weight of getting through the narrative arc due to the indeterminate time jumps and shifts in POV. Then I didn't really have any intention of posting it. Then it grew wings, and I decided to post on AO3 just because it seemed right to do. It actually wasn't well-edited the first go round, and I've gone back around 20 times since to change little bits that I didn't notice (I've since discovered that the easiest way for me to spot issues on my own is to post/draft it to AO3 and read it on my phone before bed, seems tired me is a picky beetch), which is annoying because I'm a perfectionist nutjob and the modern lingo did my head in a bit. I'm used to writing very floral, formal, medieval prose—very proper—and using all those contractions and incomplete sentences sent me 'round the bend. But CHARACTER CONSISTENCY, Em, CHARACTER CONSISTENCY. Must flagellate myself for the sake of realism. It helped to lean on over a decade's worth of fanfic consumption, some remembered and many hundreds not. I also think I've been a bit through the emotional/mental health wringer, so maybe there's an element of no-fuss-no-muss bleeding through? I dunno. Psychoanalysis isn't my strong suit.

I... think my answer's gotten away from me. Or maybe reads like I think I've created the next Iliad or something. Nah, it's just an excuse to write smut with one of my oldest platinum-blonde bad-boy-with-a-clear-lack-of-conscience crushes. It's nice to extend my writing abilities, diversify them a bit. I honestly didn't think I was going to move away from historical/fantasy fic, but I do have ideas for other stuff and it's cool so far getting to explore that. I struggle with single one-shots, so naturally I'm writing more to the story with a sequel. Much more direct, this next one—Spike POV only. It weaves back into some canon events, but brings up new stuff too in an attempt to generate more conflict and to showcase Spikeyboy being a kept house-husband, essentially. It ain't the chip in his head neutering him, it's the fact that his nuts are in Reader's little handbag. We see in Season 2 how over-the-top devoted he can get, and he never got the chance to show that with Buffy, so why not give him a gal just vulnerable enough for ol' Spike to swoop in and save the day for?

Anyway, yeah. There's my answer. I hope this is the deep-dive you were after, nonnie! Thanks for the question!

[honourablejester]

I went back to play through Tyrant of Zhentil Keep again, because it’s been a week and I just wanted to relax, and also try playing a sorcerer this time. So I rolled up an aasimar clockwork soul sorcerer name Rilya Manalar, investigator background (she has warm metallic rose gold skin and white hair, because we’re riffing strongly off Mechanus and it goes nicely with the clockwork soul ‘clock hands moving in your eyes when you cast spells’, and also she had goggles of night from the previous book Death Knight’s Squire which I’m picturing as less goggles and more dainty little rimless sunglasses on a silver chain. She’s decidedly less hardboiled PI and much more gentlewoman sleuth). And I set her off into Zhentil Keep.

Some thoughts:

AOEs are a girl’s best friend. When in doubt, thunderwave. People not to gang up on in the cramped hold of a ship while everyone on her side is behind her: a sorcerer with thunderwave.

Flight is also a girl’s best friend. It’s a 3rd level adventure, so Rilya had the aasimar Radiant Soul feature, 1min of flight a day, and she used it to completely cheese a fight with an earth elemental whose longest ranged attack was 60ft. So she just went straight up for three rounds and then picked it off with Chill Touch.

This was partly in vengeance for the previous encounter, which was with a swooping gargoyle, and omg, most annoying fight ever! Not because it did dangerous damage to her, she came out around half hp, but because it just kept picking her up and dropping her 10ft. It had a chance to grapple attack based on a d6 roll, and it got fives and sixes literally every turn, so all it did was swoop, grab, and drop her next turn when it took damage. And she has feather fall, but she also has 6 spell slots total and accidentally booked her whole evening to do two separate sidequests after this, so she can’t spend them. So she’s just taking fall damage the entire time. And avoiding the grab is a Strength save, and she’s a sorcerer, so … yeah. So annoying.

(And yes, I could have had the gargoyle get tired of the game and try different tactics, but I think both the gargoyle and Rilya just got locked into this tunnel vision of it very determinedly trying to grab her and keep her, and Rilya getting dropped repeatedly and wanting to smash its head in as a result, and it was just a battle of attrition between two extremely frustrated enemies who’d tunnelled all the way down to one tactic apiece).

Next note: I love dwarves! One of the sidequests is teaming up with a crippled dwarf investigator and his nephew to rescue some slaves from a ship. He opens the planning session with: much as I would love to do this the dwarf way and just hack our way in there, I think we should have some strategy here. His nephew, immediately upset: Aww! But. Okay. Once we’ve snuck onto the boat, what happens if we get caught before we can find and rescue the kid? Uncle: then you go full dwarf and hack your way out of there. Grabbing the kid en route, of course. Nephew: Yay!

Which we then promptly did, courtesy of the above thunderwave, which bounced a Banite paladin and two slavers off the back wall of the hull, killing one slaver outright. It was very satisfying. Of course, the paladin promptly healed himself almost all the way back to full, because of course he did, but I’m still taking the win.

Moral of the story: strategy first, but when all else fails, always go full dwarf!

I also keep forgetting to cast mage armour, so she’s squeaked through by the skin of her teeth several times now. 12 AC is … not fun. But I was really trying to ration spell slots, because a massive chunk of this adventure is one single day and she has 6 slots total to work with, and I should have cast it that morning with extended spell, because she has that, but I forgot. And then kept going … but what if I need a chaos bolt? Cantrips don’t do pissing damage! So I semi-accidentally played her as a complete glass cannon, where she dished decent damage, but one good hit and she was in deep shit.

But hey! She didn’t die? Mostly because several NPCs brought healing potions, but again. I’ll take it. Heh.

The thing I do notice, though, the more I play the gamebooks/solo adventures, is how much you really do wish there was a live GM. There were so many moments where I’d have liked to do something different, or ask different questions, or see if there was a ruined building I could get into so the gargoyle couldn’t fucking swoop me. You know. Little things. I’d love to see someone run these books with a DM. But. If you’re just wanted an evening to chill by yourself, they’re a good time.

[aajjks]

Christian! *Yn had heard of the situation from earlier but didn’t get the chance to see it. Hearing Christian talk about it made her feel bad for him having to deal with that. She’d heard about Samantha hitting him, throwing things at him but hopefully.. Maybe, depending on how he’ll feel after or action but maybe she could have his day end a good note.. With him inside of her again. After the quick, hard kiss in her lips, she smiled at him before waving bye to him with the promise to see him later.*

*In the office Samantha sat, bouncing her leg as she repeats the words out of his mouth. “Busy having the most mind blowing sex of my life” With who? Who the hell could he have been with? She mutters to herself, staring at the wall, not caring who’s trying to talk to her. She ignored everyone. She knew that the last month or so of their relationship, hes attention was on someone else. He was always so quiet around her when he was with her. He stayed in his phone more. He didn’t bother taking her on dates anymore. In their 6 month relationship, Samantha had been sleeping with his best friend, Johnny for the last 3 months so the break up didn’t really bother her. Especially since she didn’t want any damn kids. When Johnny cheated on her, she went through a small depression state before realized Christian was the one for her. He was the sweetest guy in the world. Just to fucking family oriented. But who was the woman he slept with.. This must be the same woman he’s been thinking about for months, a year or more.. But all the times Samantha stuck outside his house or followed him around, he was never with another woman.. But there was once he was sitting with her and some friends, all depressed looking, not even speaking to anymore.. But then he looked up and his eyes landed on somebody, his whole mood changed. His eyes sparkled like never before, he had a look of hope in his eyes. When she followed his train of sight, there were too many people to guess who he was looking at. But they go to this school.. Whoever this was.. She was at this school. And Samantha was determined to find out.*

Christmas! *Eliza yells as she runs from her mommy’s leg over to Christian as he picks her up, giving her a big hug.* I missed you! Did you come to see me? Mommy is making cookies! *Eliza says excitedly as Christian walks into the kitchen with her in his arms to see Yn making the dough.* Hey there.. *Yn says with a small smile.* Adin brought his friends over so hopefully you have a pretty good team out there. Hey baby, why don’t you go grab your new princess dress so you can show Christian? *Yn speaks to Eliza as Liz immediately runs to grab her dress, leaving him and Yn alone for a moment. Sitting the rag down after wiping her hands off, Yn smiled as she walked up to Christian, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips gently.* You look cute. Never seen this jersey before, is this last year’s jersey? *Yn asks softly against his lips, kissing him again.*

“ if you keep on kissing me, I’m gonna bend you over.. haha kidding or not… it depends.. and honestly, I’m gonna have a lot of fun with the kids so don’t worry!!!! I’ll be back in maybe then we can have some alone time together hehe….. You look even hotter when you’re not all dressed up and all casual yn…. Makes you look so edible.”

[luxaryllis]

Can I request the dorm leaders and Jamil with a little sibling reader who’s like Elementary school young so like a 1st grader? It was their first day of “Big kid school!” (The reader adorably labeled it) and she was so excited to go practically bouncing off the walls and their older sibling was aware it would be their first day but obviously couldn’t be there because they have their own school to be at. Later that day wailing can be heard in the halls and when said students go to check it out they find outside the front of the school gates Crewel holding a sobbing, hysterical child who he’s trying to console who looks all scraped up or covered in dirt hair a mess and they realize it’s the reader and it turns out they ran all the way from their elementary school to NRC to see their big brother instead of going home because it turns out they had a terrible first day of school crying about how some kids were mean and they got pushed around shoved into a dirty puddle stuff like that? Basically made fun of and teased and their reactions to the whole thing? Like who’s drop kicking children? Who’s having the whole school board shut down? Who’s lowkey about to commit murder? Who’s about to burn the building down? and them just coddling the child the rest of the day. This was a long ask but I couldn’t get this out of my mind I’m sorry! Sjfnwnicsnjfkhnsrh I thought it would be precious seeing them soft for a little child sibling😭

First Day Gone Terribly Wrong: Part 1

Note: This was rly cute and gave me a good brainrot, so here you go!

Also, I'm gonna be making the younger sibling gender neutral since you didn't exactly specify what gender you wanted.

Just saying, the younger sibling reader in this is different from the ones on my other younger sibling reader fics. Unless you wanna give those cute and traumatized kids some fluff and comfort, you're free to interpret this sibling as something else entirely or the same.

Characters included: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto

To be included (in part 2, possibly a part 3): Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud (ft. Ortho Shroud), Malleus Draconia

Reader/the younger sibling is referred to with they/them and as [Name]. And considering the reader is in first grade, I'm assuming that they're around 5 or 6 years old, but I'll be saying 5 year old since that the age most people start grade one, at least where I'm from/from what I know.

Also, because of the fact that Leona is canonically 20 and Falena has a son (who, upon speculation, is around 5), I'll just make the reader Cheka's sibling (for plot reasons, I'll just say that reader is younger than Cheka by just a year or smthg-). Thus, this makes Leona the uncle of [Name] instead of [Name]'s older brother.

Also, the younger sibling may be described in some parts as having similar features as their respective elder brother/s. Like Idia's younger sibling would have blue fire hair like him, Leona's sibling would be a lion beastman, Malleus's sibling has horns, those stuff.

Oh! And Crewel calls [Name] puppy, pup, and other variations because... it's Crewel. And please ignore the semi-obvious plotholes cuz the characters have already went through their respective overblots by the time this whole thing happens-

I'll start trying to upload more works now too!! There's been so much stuff sitting on my inbox, I'm so sorry for making everyone wait.

Word count (including intro): 2864 words

Warning/s: Bullies, Possible OOC, Dorm Leaders + Jamil being protective of their cute sibling (or in Leona's case, nibling), The child cries a lot (IT'S A CHILD!!!), A couple of my personal headcanons would be thrown in sometimes, Not proofread, I accidentally mix up between 2nd and 3rd person I'm so sorry, Tell me if I missed anything

Full fic under the cut!

Intro:

As [Name] was getting ready for their first day of school, they were practically buzzing with excitement.

They've ranted and rambled about their excitement to their sibling/s, refusing to even stand still (much to the dismay of some) as they were given their bag and snacks.

Eventually, it was time for [Name]'s older brother/s/uncle to leave for Night Raven College. Since the child's school was also on Sage Island, they were entrusted in their older brother/uncle's care to head to the island for school.

On the way there, [Name]'s older brother/s/uncle gaze at the lively 5 year old with a fond smile, watching the child chatter about how excited they were for their first day of "big kid school".

Unbeknownst to them, however, there would be a sinister force awaiting the cute 5-year old. Bullies. The worst kind of bullies that left you running away to your big brother/uncle's school for comfort.

Although, unfortunately for the bullies, [Name] has quite the protective family backing them up.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle's childhood has always been rough and strict, and the same could be said for his younger sibling, [Name]. When his mother had gotten pregnant with you, Riddle was silently and internally fearing for what would become of you. He knew what impact his mother's rules had on a person and he was worried that you learn to be stricter on yourself because of your mother.

Because of that, throughout your childhood, he teaches you to obey your mother, but is a lot softer on you. He wouldn't want you to topple over the sheer amount of pressure he went through. He grew to be protective over you, but he still prioritized his mother's orders over anything else.

After his overblot, however, he tried subtly showing you that it was alright to break some rules if it was harmless. He treated you over at the Clover family bakery to let you have some tarts. And this time, his mother had trusted you in Riddle's care, believing that he wouldn't dare break a rule. Your mother was wrong, but the Rosehearts siblings could care less about it as they were as happy as can be. In the end, both of you weren't caught and you ended up being close friends with Trey and his younger siblings.

When Riddle finally had to see you off at your own school, he was constantly worrying about you. From the moment he dropped you off and you left his sight, terrible situations started sprouting in his head.

He speaks his worries to his trusty vice, Trey, who reassures him that bad things are unlikely to happen. As an attempt to help Riddle, Trey tells him stories about how Trey's own younger siblings had great first days of school. While it did help a lot, he can't help but still be concerned for you in the back of his mind.

However, during lunch break, as the students were eating lunch, crying was suddenly heard nearby. The crying disturbed atleast half the student body, for a variety of reasons, but what bothered Riddle was the fact that he could practically hear you.

At first, he thinks that it's just him being paranoid, but he still decides to check it out. There, he sees Professor Crewel holding his younger sibling, who was crying. His younger sibling, [Name] Rosehearts, was covered in mud and had some traces of the strawberry tart (that Trey made) Riddle had sneaked in the child's lunch on their clothes. Not to mention how messy their hair was and the scratches on their arms and face. The sight made his blood boil.

Who dared to make his sibling cry? How dare they cause tears to fall from their eyes?

Riddle's face turns red, and Cater and Trey (along with any nearby Heartslabyul student) felt as if they were suddenly brought back into Riddle's tyrant phase. The redhead practically stomps over to Crewel and [Name], as his two seniors follow, trying to calm him down.

When Riddle finally reaches his dear sibling, he forces himself to outwardly calm down, and approaches the teacher.

"Professor Crewel, this is my younger sibling. May I know what the situation is?" the dorm leader asks. The dual-haired professor, having seen Rosehearts' little outburst, raised a brow. But the man shrugged off the sight and retold what he knew.

Apparently, Crewel found [Name] running to the school, all dirtied up while crying. The child had been calling out for "Brother Riddle", saying that today was "the worst day ever" through sobs. It was a miracle that Crewel even understood what the little puppy was talking about.

Riddle, who had calmed down a lot better by then, gently took the crying kid in his arms, holding them up. [Name] looks at the new person (who they had just noticed) and their face lights up when they see their elder brother. "Brother Riddle!!", [Name] cries out, wrapping their small arms around Riddle's torso, sobbing even louder.

Riddle immediately comforts his younger sibling, patting them on the back with one hand and quickly moves to go to Heartslabyul to get some privacy. He silently thanks his professor and makes a beeline straight to the Hall of Mirrors, glaring at anyone in his way.

As he finally reaches the comfort of his room, Riddle set you down gently on his bed. By then, both had calmed down, and Riddle kneels on one leg to look at his sibling eye-to-eye. He then asks the child to explain what happened.

When you explained to him what happened with their "bullies", who had made fun of you and pushed you to the ground, along with your strawberry tart after you had refused to share their lunch and dessert with the other kids. This enraged Riddle once more, but he hid it better.

You tried apologizing to Riddle for wasting the food and bothering him, but he only shushed them and gently patted your head, reassuring them that it was okay. Afterwards, he gets them all cleaned up and dressed them in the extra clothes your mother had packed. He then allowed [Name] to take a nap while he goes back to class.

Meanwhile, as the younger Rosehearts slept peacefully, Riddle decided to call up the school that held such disrespectful bullies. When the phone is picked up, he requests to speak to the principal or someone in charge of the first grade students.

When he gets to speak to the person, he starts sharing the same story [Name] told to him and requests that something would be done about the ill-mannered students who acted in pettiness over a child refusing to share their only food to the others. As much as this sounded like a 'karen moment', as the Ramshackle prefect would call it, Riddle spoke with courteousness and acted as if he were in an official debate.

The redhead's confidence and sense of authority, along with the obvious moral side of the topic, won over the other person and the bullies' parents were spoken to, while the bullies were given a severe warning.

Eventually, Riddle requests to his mother and the Headmage that his sibling, [Name] Rosehearts, would be allowed to stay in Night Raven College with Riddle to allow easy transportation between "home" and their school. And also so that Riddle can keep a close eye on his dear sibling, whom he would always protect.

Leona Kingscholar:

If anyone would ask Leona, he'd say that he wouldn't give a single care in the world when it came to his nephew & nibling. But the thing is, that's not exactly true. While he really does wish the children would stop clinging to him and stop causing trouble everywhere, there's still that small piece in Leona that helped raise these cubs.

The king and queen of the Afterglow Savanna were very busy people after all. And Leona would often be dragged into playing cub-sitter while his older brother and sister-in-law would be too busy. He didn't do any work, as he just supervised the hired nannies to make sure nothing bad would happen to the children.

Most of all, he can't help but somewhat see himself in the younger of his niblings, [Name]. While their existence obviously made Leona third in line for the throne (much to his utter dismay), he saw traces of how the servants would treat him in the way the young cub was treated. At first, Leona could care less. It wasn't his business after all. But upon hearing you cry in one of his original hiding spots (that you must have found on your own), his heart squeezed in his chest and he was brought back to his own childhood, when he himself was crying as no one wanted to play with him or even pay the slightest bit of positive attention to him.

This solidified the idea in his head that if this sort of behavior was still found within Falena's reign as king, Falena wasn't a good king nor a good father after all. Because of that, Leona somewhat took it upon himself to teach the young cub what they need to know. He taught them to be tougher, to be stronger, to not let anyone see weakness. He taught you what he had taught himself as a young child.

It was only after his overblot that Leona realized that you didn't need to be strong, you needed someone else to be strong enough to hold them and comfort them. So he started to teach the young cub to express themselves more, because he now knows that bottling it up won't help at all. He starts teaching them and showing them things he wished he could have done when he was their age.

When it was time for [Name]'s first day in first grade, Leona is left thinking why the heck his brother thought it was a good idea to send them off far from their home land? While the Kingscholar royal family had made arrangements that the young cub would stay with Leona in NRC, Leona can't help but think that this was the kingdom's way of saying that he and [Name] weren't welcome there. After all, there are plenty of schools in the Afterglow Savanna as well, which is where Cheka studies.

Regardless, when he drops his nibling off at their school, he watches over them as they are guided over to their class by a teacher nearby. On seeing that you were safely in your room, he turns and leaves to his school, yawning and muttering to himself.

In contrast to Riddle, Leona barely worries at all. After all, the school knows that they are housing someone of high royal status there, so he doesn't see why anyone would want to mess with his nibling.

So imagine his surprise, disappointment, and annoyance when he realizes that there are in fact kids that had the balls to bully the youngest child of the king of the Afterglow Savannah.

Leona finds out when Ruggie wakes him up from his afternoon nap in the Botanical Garden. The hyena was holding the nibling, who was currently eating their favorite food. The lion cub had tear streaks on their face, some tears still falling, but was mostly calm as they nibbled their food.

Leona saw your scraped knees, scratched arms, and bruised (and slightly bleeding) tail and promptly sat up, demanding to know what happened. Ruggie told him that you had ran to the NRC campus after a couple kids made fun of your lion ears and stepped on your tail, pushing you around.

Hearing all of that made him give out a low growl, tempted to just have those brats sent to the kingdom's prison or even punished for hurting his nibling. He calms himself down, though, when he notices your ears fall down in a sad motion and your tail twitching in pain.

He sighs and orders Ruggie to get a first aid kit and treat your wounds as he has you lay down next to him. While Ruggie left to get the first-aid, Leona silently caresses your ears and hurt tail.

"I'll tell Falena about this. Your parents won't be pleased, but I can promise you that we'll do something about those brats that did this to you," Leona mutters to you as he gently hums a tune to get you to sleep.

The next day, the bullies promptly apologize to you and had to clean the windows and tables after school as a punishment. Though if Leona had any say in the punishment, the bullies would be guaranteed to be in much bigger trouble.

Leona also paid closer attention to you, and even decided to teach you chess, saying that if anyone makes you feel bad about yourself, you should challenge them in chess, because Leona knows that you would win every time.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul, having been a victim of bullying, himself, Azul wanted nothing but the best for you. This meant that he would always make himself appear as a good role model for you, and that he would always make sure that you would be on top of everything.

All this, so that you wouldn't have to go through the same hurtful words he did. He helped you grow out of your shell so you would become much more confident than he was, and taught you just about everything he knows and wants to pass down onto you.

He taught you important techniques in socializing, studying, singing, and even making good first impressions. He was utterly determined on making sure that you wouldn't end up as the crybaby octopus he used to be. He didn't want you to end up hurt from the brutality of the world around you.

He has no idea what came over his parents when they told him that they wanted you, [Name] Ashengrotto, to start first grade in THE SURFACE!! When his parents suggested this, he argued that it was a terrible transition from merfolk to human, especially since [Name] has no idea how to walk on only two legs.

In the end, Azul hesitantly agrees with his parents and gives you some human form potions beforehand so that you can practice walking as a human. He takes a lot of care in making sure that you can make the perfect first impression in school so that you won't get bullied.

As Azul drops you off at school, he reminds you of what you have to do and tells you to always stay safe. He's quite sentimental in seeing you off and worries incessantly the whole day about you.

While he's actually kind of confident that nothing could possibly happen to you, there's still that nagging feeling in the back of his head that says that his efforts wouldn't be enough and that you'd leave him after possibly getting humiliated because of him. Floyd complains that Azul is starting to act like an octopus mother with how he's been acting.

Azul tries reassuring himself despite his worries, but unfortunately for him, one of his biggest nightmares became true. He found out when a knock came on his office door while the Mostro Lounge was dealing with the after-school rush. Opening the door, he's surprised to see his younger sibling there, with unshed tears in their eyes, messy hair, and a bump on their forehead that was sure to bruise.

Azul quickly lets his younger sibling in, fussing about them as he closes the door behind him. He asks you what had happened, though he somewhat knew what had likely gone on with your day.

Apparently, some of the kids there thought that you were an attention-seeker because you kept participating in class and answering the teachers' questions. So they decided that it'd be a good idea to take one of your hard-cover books and hit it on your forehead multiple times while you were getting ready to be dismissed from class.

They had called you a bunch of mean names like "know-it-all", "attention-seeker", "nerd", telling you to "go back under the water, where you came from" and things like that.

Hearing all that, Azul's head suddenly flashed back to when he was younger, and people had bullied him for what may as well be the opposite reasons. People called him "dumb", "a crybaby", and yet people bullied you just because you were smarter.

The thought made him feel guilty for you and kind of angry at himself for letting this happen to you. He then proceeds to gently wipe your tears, which started to fall while you were telling him what happened, and conjures an ice pack for your forehead.

Azul proceeds to spend the rest of the day practically coddling and doting on you, trying to "make up for his mistake".

He also calls up your school, telling them of what happened and started suggesting ways on how the school should punish the bullies. Regardless of what the school ends up doing with the bullies, Azul and the Tweels still make it their personal mission to make the bullies' lives hell for children (be it by scaring them away, or other things).

END!!!!

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Dangerous Woman- Epilogue (Part 10)

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Two years have passed, Fez and the readers baby Lily coming along perfectly. This is a brief recap and a cute moment between dad and daughter.

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of drugs

A/n: Hi guys! It's official, this series is officially over! This is a shorter one. Tune in for the next one that's starting within the next week.

Part 1* Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5* Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Lily was born at six pounds, nine ounces at 5:30am.

It was a Saturday morning, quiet, only with Fez, my mom and Ash in attendance. The nurses were all kind, they even let me eat deciding it would be best, just in case I needed the extra strength. You never know when you’re going to be in labor for two hours or twenty four hours. The OB that I had grown close to over the nine months of my pregnancy was also in attendance, a bright smile on her face as she checked my vitals. I was in perfect health and so was the baby; that meant that it was going to be unbelievably easy for me.

Maddy came a few hours after she was born, letting me sleep and eat before coming to sit with me for hours. I knew that Maddy would be an important part in Lily's life the minute that she picked the little baby up. She and I had already had the conversation that she was this kid's aunt, that if anything happened to me that she would have to take over and help. Because Ash would not be left with our kid if something happened to Fez and I.

My mom was more excited than both Fez and I combined that day. For the most part, she’s a fairly calm person. But you could say that she was bouncing off the walls emotionally, her hands clapping as the nurses hooked me up to everything. I could tell that she was so genuinely excited. She had tears in her eyes, small cheers leaving her lips at the sound of Lily's cries. She just looked so genuinely happy to be able to help me through this time in my life, the time all too familiar to her. She was also just proud that Fez stayed, that he loved me enough to go through this with me.

Fez was relieved to have his hand back, his fingers sore from me squeezing them.

He panicked from the moment that my water broke. My happy cheers were heard as I rushed out to the car, but he was panicking. He asked so many questions within the time that we drove to the hospital, he asked the nurses so many questions as we were getting settled in the room. He asked everyone questions. For the whole night he sat there, holding tightly onto my hand as he watched mine and the babies heartbeats on the screen. Occasionally he’d rub his hand over my swollen belly, a small smile stretching across his lips when he remembered that she would be with us soon. But his anxiety would creep back up, the ‘what ifs’ making his heart pound. l tried my best to keep him at bay but nothing kept him at bay like going outside to share a blunt with his brother.

A brother who passed out the minute I started pushing.

I genuinely expected more from Ash. He had beaten the shit out of people, probably committed mass murder that we were unaware of, but the sight of me giving birth was just too much for his little mind. He should’ve thought about the fact that I would never let him live it down, knowing I would make fun of him for the rest of his life. But the minute that the nurses invited Fez to look when I was crowning, Ash made the mistake of taking a glance. He was on the floor in a moment's notice after that, the nurses around us laughing.

It was my fault for assuming that they still taught sex ed in middle school.

After only spending a few hours at the hospital to begin with, Lily cried her way out of me. She was easier than I ever could’ve imagined and there was a complete lack of pushing all together. She was just ready to come out and be with Fez and I. And, fuck, we were ready too by that point. After months of late night runs for whatever food I was craving, pained tears, stretch marks, up and down emotions on both sides, we were ready.

Fez and I got married at the local courthouse about a month and a half after I told him about me being pregnant. It was small, perfect and exactly how both of us pictured it. I wore a simple dress that I already had in my closet, and it was just Ash and my mom there. Fez figured that we were already together and now that we had a kid, it was just for the best that we would go and do it. We wanted to be together and nothing was keeping us from being together anymore. Maddy took me out that night, deciding that we needed to celebrate in a way only we knew how to. At home, with Shirley temples, in our pajamas, watching old reruns of Grey's Anatomy.

But mine and Fez’s life was quiet, just with Ash and Lily in the apartment; it was perfect. We had this perfect routine at first, Lily sleeping soundly enough to allow Fez and I to get a good night's sleep. She breastfed well, she wasn’t fussy, she didn’t scream. Ash helped out when he could, even if it just meant watching her if I needed to shower while Fez was out. She was a beautiful, perfect baby. She was well behaved and gentle, just like I was when I was a baby. My mom would constantly compare the two of us, whether it be through stories or pictures, we were twins.

I watch in the doorway as Fez rocks Lily back and forth, her hands reaching up to play with his beard. She loved his beard almost as much as I did, her fingers toying with it whenever she could. She also liked the way his hair felt when it was freshly buzzed, rubbing her palms up and down the side of his head. He would just sit there and take it, a bright smile on his lips. She did the same to Ash’s hair too, the boy just happy that our kid liked him so much.

Fez laughs quietly, his lips lowering to press against her forehead lovingly. I would catch him all the time in her nursery, watching her, making sure she was sleeping well. I had to practically pull him away from her to allow her to sleep because he just wanted to spend time with her.

He wanted her to know he was always there and that there would never be a time when he wasn’t. Him and I were truly mending our own inner child by loving and caring for our daughter in a way that we lacked growing up. I grin, my arms hugging my body as I rest against the doorframe, just watching the two of them.

“Where’s your mama, hmm?” Fez asks quietly, turning around slowly to see me standing there. His eyebrows lift teasingly at my quiet stalking, his arms gently bobbing Lily as she giggles. He knew how much I loved seeing the two of them interact, the moments making me feel beyond lucky that this happened to him and I. That, out of everyone in the world that I could’ve hooked up with that night, that it was him.

When she sees me, her eyes light up, quiet squeals leaving her lips. I snort, reaching out to gently brush my hand over the top of her head, her eyes fluttering shut. Though my mom claims she looks more like me, I could only see Fez. She had his eyelashes, his blue eyes, his goofy smile, and the freckles that line her cheeks.

“I missed you girls today.” Fez whispers, hugging Lily close to his chest as she closes her eyes happily. His cheek rests against the top of her head as he sighs, his eyes fluttering shut. He’s just happy to be home.

“We missed you too, baby.” I grin, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “She’s gonna be out in a moment's notice.” I chuckle, my head tilting as I look down at the snoozing baby, her fists curled under her chin. I watch as Fez looks at her, his expression soft. He was the perfect dad to her, a better dad than I ever could have wished for my kid. He was gentle, excitable, a good listener, and he was so patient. He was patient with the both of us, especially on days where I just needed a break for a bit.

I watch as Fez places Lily back down in her crib, her arms curling around herself as she slips into a comfortable, silent sleep. I hold my hands out to the handsome man in front of me, a bashful smile on his lips as he steals another glance at Lily who snores softly.

Closing her bedroom door with a sigh, Fez quickly dips down to capture my lips in his, his hand cupping my cheek softly. I hum quietly at the feeling, my back being pressed against the wall as he moans. He pulls away as I breathlessly gasp, my eyes gazing up at him through my lashes.

“I wanna ‘nother.” He whispers, his lips pressed against my cheek as he travels down to my neck. My eyebrows pull together in shock, my eyes widening as I press my hands to his chest, pushing him back. He looks nothing but serious, his cheeks red and gaze soft.

“You want another baby?” I repeat, knowing that this conversation would come eventually but I didn’t expect it so soon. I wasn’t against it at all. In fact, I had thought about it recently on my own. He gives me a gentle nod, his hands resting on my hips gently as his gaze flickers back and forth between my eyes. I send him a happy grin, my eyes rolling playfully as he grins. “Fuck, that’s all you gotta say.”

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[douglass-fir]

"There was only one bed" but it’s Jinkook accidentally locked in an IKEA tiny-house model.

They only meant to nap for a moment. Just “rest” their eyes for a bit during a hectic day of shopping. But when they awaken in a quiet IKEA, locked in a tiny-home model, Jungkook leaps into action.

Cell service sucks in the metal-roofed warehouse. But Jungkook manages to find a brief window of service—not to call the police, but to search YouTube for survival tips.

“Hyung—it says we have to shelter-in-place,” Jungkook yells as he strips the pillows off the couch to build a “fort” in the living room.

With little cell signal and zero work responsibilities beating down his door, Seokjin declares this the “best day of his life” and promptly plops face-first on Jungkook's pile of cushions for a nap.

Meanwhile, Jungkook works out their "survival game plan". During this time, Jungkook builds a proper pillow fort (around a sleeping Seokjin), and collected all the sample food in the kitchen into one "emergency rations corner".

He grabs a string of fairy lights from the wall and re-routes it to cast a calming glow in their pillowy safe-house.

Jungkook reads that warmth is a "key to survival", so he takes the most important step of crawling into the pillow fort, wiggling up to Seokjin's chest and wrapping his arms around him to keep him warm from the chilly warehouse air.

Seokjin cracks an eye open to the sight of fairy lights under a canopy of blankets, Jungkook's warmth around him.

"You take such good care of hyung, Jungkook-ah," he whispers with a fond smile. He kisses the top of a sleeping Jungkook's head, and pulls him closer before falling back asleep.

But Jungkook heard every word, and feels chest fill with warmth, so proud that he was able to properly care for his hyung.😌

That was truly all he ever wanted.

******

Jungkook wakes a few hours later nestled in Seokjin’s arms, tucked away in their little pillow fort when he realizes…he needs a bathroom.

Like now.

So he tiptoes around Seokjin, snoring in their pillow fort, and stacks chairs and tables until he can scale the wall and quietly unlock the door to the tiny house from the outside.

Seokjin startles awake later to the sound of Jungkook plopping down beside him.

“Hyung, look!”

Seokjin wipes the sleep from his eyes to see Jungkook holding a massive bag of gummies, and Seokjin instantly knows he fell in love with the right man.

“Jungkook-ah, we’re free?” he asks with a sleepy mouth full of candy.

“Yeah…" Jungkook says with a sad smile. "I guess we are. I mean…the warehouse is still locked. But we have the whole place to ourselves!"

“You know what this means, don’t you, Jungkook-ah?”

“We call the police to unlock the doors?”

“Shopping cart race!” Seokjin says as he stands, dusts his hands off, and takes off running.

Jungkook and Seokjin spend the next hour racing flatbed carts down the aisles, assigning the winner based on the best 2 out of 3.

Then 3 out of 5.

Then 6 out of 10.

Next, they raid the candy wall and Seokjin’s heart melts at the way Jungkook stuffs his bunny cheeks, making an angry face when something tastes too good for words.

Then it’s off to the furniture aisles to conduct “important research”—jumping on each bed, and rating it on a scale of 1-10 for its ability to handle “acrobatics and sex stuff.”

Seokjin eventually bounces to the floor and stretches. “Be right back, Jungkook-ah. Hyung’s gotta use the restroom.”

He heads to the back of the warehouse, does his business, and is running back toward Jungkook’s voice—when he stops in his tracks.

It’s a door. An employee exit door.

He gently pushes on the handle.

It’s unlocked from the inside.

Seokjin quietly peeks his head out, a cool breeze hitting his face as he hears Jungkook’s laugh echoing in the distance.

“Oh my god, hyung, you gotta try this bed! I almost did a flip!” Seokjin hears faintly.

Jungkook sounds like a kid again. Vibrating with simple joy, without a care in the world.

Seokjin’s heart clenches and he purses his lips. He knows what he has to do.

“Be right there, bun,” he shouts as he lets the door close behind him, running back toward Jungkook.

He never mentions the door. 💕

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[mountswhore]

Please a Ben one where it’s take ur dad to school day with his baby girl x

ahhh first ben fic, strap in thotties

𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 — ben chilwell

summary: your daughter takes ben to school with her, to show her class just how cool her daddy is

notes: requests are open

“Are you ready, princess?” Ben asked his daughter, leaving his room with you in his arms, still half-asleep against his shoulder. He caught sight of Y/D/N, your four-year-old, and watched her as she put her shoes.

She looked up, seeing her daddy carrying her mummy outside of her room. “Why are you holding mummy like a baby?”

“She is a baby, that’s why.” Ben replied, kissing the back of your head and holding onto you just a little tighter, “see you downstairs, Y/D/N.”

Ben sat with you on the couch, smoothing his palm over your back as you continued to sleep on him. Usually, you were up at 6, getting both Ben and Y/D/N ready for the day ahead of them, except today, you could do absolutely nothing all day. Hence you were sleeping on Ben’s chest as he waited to do the school run.

“I can’t wait to see Y/D/N at school,” Ben mumbled into your hair, you humming in response, “if she’s bouncing off the walls here, I can’t imagine how she is at school.”

“You’re aware it just a ‘my daddy does this for a living’ thing, right?” You questioned, sitting up and grabbing the hairbrush from the coffee table, just as Y/D/N walked downstairs. She instinctively took a seat in front of you, Ben watching with a soppy grin on his face as you braided her hair into pigtails.

“I’m the best daddy there is,” Ben boasted, arms folding behind his head cockily, “should I wear my Chelsea shirt to really get us to #1, Y/D/N?” You rolled your eyes, but your daughter just leapt up and clapped her hands, jumping onto her daddy’s lap.

“Get to school, cheeky.” You hummed, kissing her head as she grabbed her bag. Ben had leant down for a kiss, hands pulling you closer to him. But you quickly pushed away to spare Y/D/N of the ‘yucky’ affection.

Ben and Y/D/N had arrived at her school, her leading the way as she pulled her daddy’s hand. The classroom was full of other students and their fathers, Y/D/N greeting a few of her friends, in turn Ben greeting their fathers. The whole ordeal was different to him, but if he had any moment spared from work, it would be spent with you and Y/D/N.

“Right, kids. Let’s get this going,” the teacher spoke, all the children scrambling to sit on the carpet as the fathers surrounded them. This was the teacher Y/D/N spoke so highly of, always saying how sweet she was to her. Ben watched his daughter and the smile wouldn’t leave her face, she was beyond happy to have her daddy at school with her.

The children took it in turns to stand up, tell them about their daddy, and let the kids ask questions. And soon enough, it was Y/D/N’s turn. She stood up, stepping over various little limbs before reaching the front. Ben was overcome with pride at his daughter, talking so confidently in front of everyone.

“My daddy is a footballer. He plays for Chelsea with Uncle Mason.” She babbled, pointing at Ben, who waved at everyone who turned round to look at him. Ben was asked to join Y/D/N at the front, and so he sat on the chair with her in his lap, waiting for the kids to start asking questions.

“Do you even play football at home?”

“Yeah, Y/D/N likes to play outside with me sometimes.” Ben answered, tickling his daughter’s sides.

“Do you score lots of goals?”

“Sometimes,” Ben replied to another kid.

After a few more questions, the question time was finally over, Ben ruffling Y/D/N’s hair and placing her down.

Hours later, the school day was over and Ben was walking back home with Y/D/N. She was skipping along beside him, hand in his, talking about how Ben was the best daddy there.

“You’re the only footballer daddy.” Y/D/N observed, making Ben chuckle. He squeezed her hand, still visibly happy at how today went. Even when the two of them got home, Y/D/N had run up to you in the kitchen and tugged at your leg, so giddy to tell you all about today.

“Mummy,” she called, Ben trying to take her coat off as she leaped around, “daddy was the coolest daddy there, I want daddy to come to school with me everyday.”

“Aw, I’m glad you had fun, princess.” You cooed at her, lifting her onto your hip and brushing her hair from her face. The braid you’d tied together this morning now gone, her curls were released and everywhere.

Y/D/N had run off to her toy box, leaving a very tired looking Ben. You giggled at him and rubbed his shoulders, his body relaxing into yours. Dinner was unattended but safe, as you held Ben in your arms for just a moment’s peace.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he mumbled into your shoulder, kisses pressed up and down every few seconds, you shivered at the touch and held him tighter, “today has made me appreciate you a lot more. Thank you for always looking after our crazy little one.”

“She gets the crazy from you,” you mentioned, looking into his tired eyes, “go and sit down, I’ll bring dinner in.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead before hearing his daughter calling for her daddy once again, the pair of you laughing.

[cherrycocaineee]

6. Draco Malfoy - Rainy Nights, Warm Drinks

*Warning - smut*

“I want you.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Draco’s p.o.v

  Loud chatter filled the jam-packed dining hall as students discussed their Christmas plans while their grubby hands reached for the feast laid out before each house. My gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the turkey and sides that touched my plate, my fork picking at whatever it could reach without me moving too much. I was counting down the moments that led up to Dumbledore clinking his fork against his glass that would dismiss everyone from Hogwarts, sending them home. Each single tick drove me crazy as I shook my leg, desperately pleading for time to move faster. At the end of this feast, everyone would be on the train heading to their families, while I would finally get to see the one person that I couldn’t get off my mind. Even now, the only thing I could think about was seeing her beautiful face and hearing her soothing, angelic voice, tuning out the voices of my friends.

  “Draco? Earth to Draco!”

  Pansy’s voice sliced right through my current thoughts involving my plans after school. Blinking a few times, I turned my head to see Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pike, and Nott staring at me. While Pansy stared at me with concern, the guys stared at me skeptically.

  “What?” I muttered, dully.

  “Pansy asked you what you were doing during the break,” Blaise informed, taking a sip from his cup.

  “Yeah,” Pansy agreed, “I was thinking you and I could go on a date since we won’t be in school.”

 A date? I had broken up with Pansy a year ago with the excuse that dating her had become boring, which it had, however, the real reason I left Pansy was because I had fallen in love with another girl. The whole thing had torn me up since day one because I hadn’t believed that I, the Slytherin Prince, could have fallen for a muggle, and yet I did. After a whole week of thinking about it and running everything carefully through my mind, I finally decided that I didn’t love Pansy and needed to end it with her before things got too serious.

  “I won’t be returning home this Christmas,” I stated, “Dumbledore has asked me to stay and help tutor some second years in potions.”

 “That’s ridiculous!” Pansy sneered, “it isn’t your job to teach those brats.”

  “You’re dad’s okay with that?” Nott asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

  “He wasn’t at first but once Dumbledore told him that I was the highest ranking student when it came to potions, he settled down and decided that I’d make a great leader for those snot nose brats,” I spoke, pride dripping from my lying tongue.

  Of course, staying at Hogwarts wasn’t a complete lie, it was just not the full truth. For the first four days of break, I’d be staying with Maggie and her Grandmother then I’d come back to Hogwarts to help out with tutoring, and it’ll keep going like that until school starts again. It was an agreement that I had worked out with Dumbledore after he found out about Maggie, which if I’m being honest, I’m not even sure how he found out.

  “And you’re okay with it?” Blaise asked, amused.

  “Doesn’t matter to me,” I muttered.

  I looked back down at my plate, feeling their eyes still watching me but not paying attention to it. Eventually, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and clinked his silverware against his wine glass. The chatter stopped immediately as everyone turned their impatient attention to the headmaster. Excitement was bursting through my chest, something I never thought I’d ever feel for a girl like Maggie. Dumbledore started by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holiday, then proceeded in telling everyone what to expect when they got back from break. We were expected to practice and prepare for our O.W.Ls that were coming up, which Umbridge decided to announce after interrupting Dumbledore. I may have pretended to like Umbridge and do as she said to appease my friends, but in all honesty, I hated her more than I hated anyone else.

   After all of Dumbledore and Umbridge’s talking, the feast disappeared from our tables and it was time for everyone to head to the train. I saw my friends on the train. Pansy turned around.

  “Well maybe I can stay here with you, so you aren’t alone,” she offered.

 Annoyance broke out across my face, “I’ll be fine, Pansy. I’m not interested in spending time with you anyway, so you’ll just be alone.”

  She started pouting while the other snickered behind her back. Scoffing, she stormed past everyone onto the train. I waved goodbye to the others and they followed after Pansy to the cart. Those leaving for the Christmas holiday were finally headed towards the platform and those who would be staying at Hogwarts for the vacation headed back towards the school.

As I was approaching the entrance, I saw Dumbledore standing there waiting for me, a smile on his face.

  “Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he stated, “have you gotten your belongings together?”

  “My bag is sitting in my room,” I replied.

  “Once you collect it, go to Hagrid’s. He’ll be waiting for you there to help you get to the muggle world. Have a safe trip.”

  With that, Dumbledore walked away allowing me to go fetch my belongings.

I grabbed my trunk out of my dorm room and carried it all the way towards Hagrid’s small hut just a little ways from the school. Hagrid was outside playing fetch with his large hound as I finished walking towards him. Immediately, he looked up after tossing the rather large stick across the field.

  “Malfoy,” Hagrid said, “what brings you here?”

I raised an eyebrow. He was kidding, right?

  The big oaf laughed heartily and patted my shoulder with his gorilla sized hand.

 “I’m messing, is all,” he bellowed, “let’s get a move on it before anyone notices.”

 Hagrid opened the door to his home and gestured me inside. Sitting on the table when he opened the door was a thick, black bag filled with dark, gray powder. Hagrid scooted around me and picked up the black bag before meeting my gaze. This was awkward for me, and I knew he could tell but fortunately he didn’t say anything to make it worse. Instead, he told me that the floo network would take us to Diagon Alley and we’d have to walk through another entrance into the muggle world. From there we’d take a wizard bus, which I found odd, straight to Maggie’s farmhouse just on the outskirts of London. However, I grew bored with being explained the plan and just wanted to get there already.

   I went through the floo network first and waited for Hagrid patiently for a moment. Once he was standing by my side, he took my luggage and walked with me through Diagon Alley. We both walked through the less populated parts of Diagon Alley until the two of us reached a dead end. Hagrid tapped his umbrella against the wall in a pattern and they started pulling apart revealing the empty alley of the muggle world. The smell was different from the one back in the wizarding world. I could definitely smell freshly mown grass, but there was an oil smell mixed in too. As Hagrid and I walked past all of the people and shops that adorn the streets, I could smell pastries, coffees, and other foods that I recognized. I could feel the inside of my mouth water.

We waited on the sidewalk near a coffee shop for what seemed like forever before a bus came to a sudden stop in front of us. No one seemed to notice its incredible speed.

  “Why hello there, Hagrid,” said a frail, stubbled face man wearing a purple suit.

  “Hello to you too, Stan Shunpike,” Hagrid laughed, “starting work a bit early, aren’t you?”

  Shunpike gave a crooked smile and nodded his head before gesturing us on. I went to grab my trunk when Shunpike grabbed it instead, pushing me inside. The smell was something to gag at. It smelled worse than anything I could imagine. Hagrid took a seat.

  “Aren’t you going to have a seat, Malfoy?” He questioned.

 “No, I’d rather stand,” I muttered, disgust lacing my voice.

  “Where to?” Shunpike asked.

  Hagrid gave the address and Shunpike looked at us confused.

  “That’s a muggle household.”

   “Not completely,” Hagrid said, “Loral Belle is the homeowner, Dumbledore’s friend.”

  A slow nod bounced off his thin shoulders and sat down.

  “Ernie, you know where to go.”

As soon as the knight bus took off, the speed pushed me back. Not even my grip was strong enough to keep me in place and I ended stumbling backwards until Hagrid’s large hand grabbed ahold of me. I pretty much clung to Hagrid’s large arm as we whirlwind through the busy streets of London. Two trucks stood in the way of the bus and I thought we’d slow down. However, we didn’t. Instead, the bus warfed itself so that it was thinner and we slid right through the small crack separating the two muggle vehicles. It wasn’t long before we reached the dirt road that led to Maggie’s farmhouse. Hagrid paid Shunpike and told him that there was extra in it for him if he waited for him and kept this visit a secret. Shunpike agreed with a large smile on his face.

    Hagrid grabbed my trunk and led the way to Maggie’s. He tried to make small talk with me as we hiked down the dirt road, but neither one of us knew what to say to each other.

 “How did you meet her?” He finally asked, catching my attention.

 “My father had some work to do with an old, retired friend,” I said, all of the memories flooding back to my mind, “I saw her sitting by the fountain reading a book when a group of guys started harassing her. I watched her try to get away from them, failing miserably, so I stepped in despite her being a muggle. A gentleman never lets a woman get pushed around. She already knew I was a wizard when I helped her, she said that her Grandmother had taught her to tell the difference from a young age. The more I talked to her, the more I liked being around her.”

  A goofy smile appeared on his face, “she sounds like an amazing young woman.”

  “She is.”

  Sitting on the porch when we got there was Grandma Loral rocking back and forth while a red scarf was being knitted next to her in the air. When she saw us, a smile appeared on her face and she climbed to her feet, approaching us at the edge of her porch.

  “Hagrid,” she greeted, “it’s been years.”

  “Nice to see you too, Loral,” Hagrid said, “I wish I could stay long, but I’m only here to drop off Mr. Malfoy. I’ll see you in four day.”

 I looked up at Hagrid, “thank you, Hagrid.”

If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, I could have sworn I saw tears in Hagrid’s eyes. He tried to push it away and claimed that dirt had gotten in his eye, but I knew the truth. No one was use to me being so nice, and seeing me do so meant to them that I was finally deciding things on my own and not because my father wanted them. Just like my decision to continue seeing a muggle. Grandma Loral and I waved goodbye to Hagrid, once he was gone, Grandma Loral sat back in her seat.

  “Maggie’s in the garden out back,” she said smiling, “thank you for coming, Draco. I know that the decision couldn’t have been easy.”

  “Actually,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, “it was the easiest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life.”

  Grandma Loral told me to head back there and she’d take care of my trunk. Nodding, I walked down the steps and headed down the cobblestone path to find Maggie sitting underneath a tree reading a book. Dozens of flowers of all shapes and colors surrounded her and blew in the breeze. Her brown, curled locks of hair brushed delicately against her freckled face. She was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I walked over to her and smiled at how deeply invested she was in her novel.

  “Mind if I sit?” I asked.

 Her body jerked and her head whipped around to see me standing there with a smirk on my face. A large grin stretched against her face from ear to ear before nodding eagerly. As soon as my body was positioned next to her, she threw her arms around me and squeezed tightly.

  “I’m so happy to see you,” she said, releasing me from her tight grip.

  “I’m happy to see you too, Maggie,” I said, “how have you been?”

 “I’ve been fine. Things have been a little difficult lately.”

When I asked her why, a sad expression came to her face. I thought maybe she was being bullied more, but as she explained, I realized that it wasn’t that. Grandma Loral was getting sick and it was getting worse and worse. Maggie was worried that she’d lose her grandmother and have no one once she’s gone. I touched her hand and told her it was going to be okay. She looked up at me.

  “How have you been?” She asked, her smile trying to distract me from her growing tears.

  I told her about Umbridge and my family, she never looked away from me and held on to my hand the way I held on to her’s when she told me about her Grandma. It seemed we were both going through some stuff right now and all we wanted was for someone to talk and relate to.

The remainder of the day moved quicker than I had hoped. Maggie was now in the kitchen cooking up some soup for dinner while I set up the dining table. From the kitchen, the two of us could hear Grandma Loral coughing up a storm. Maggie grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and brought it to her grandma before returning to finish dinner.

   After supper, Maggie helped her grandma to bed before joining me in the living room with two glasses of hoto cocoa. Rain started to drum against the roof of the farmhouse, lightning slashing against the darkened sky and thunder rolling across the heavy clouds. With each passing second, the rain got harder and louder. I sipped on my warm beverage and looked at Maggie. She had whipped cream sitting above her lip and I laughed causing her to look at me.

  “What?” She asked, an innocent smile dancing on her face.

  “You’ve got some whipped cream on your lip,” I chuckled, leaning forward and wiping it away with my thumb.

  A small red tint appeared on her face as she tried to avoid eye contact with me. I could tell she was embarrassed and I found it to be more attractive than ever. I scooted closer to her and she looked at me.

  “Draco, is everything okay?” She asked.

  “I love you,” I blurted out.

 Her bright green orbs widened in shock and I started to regret saying anything to her. I looked away from her, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling it to face her.

  “I love you too,” she hummed.

Before I could stop myself, I smashed our lips together, saying a silent prayer that neither of us were holding that hot beverage. The kiss deepened and I pulled her into my lap, gripping her waist tightly to keep her in place. When we pulled away, she was panting from the lack of air, her lips red and slightly swollen from the heated kiss. I leaned down and started nibbling on her neck, earning a small whimper from her.

  “D-Draco,” she gasped.

  I unattached my lips from her warm flesh and peppered her jaw with kisses before reaching her ear.

  “I want you, Maggie.”

 Her body shivered at my words and I smirked. Maggie was gripping onto my blazer tightly.

  “But I-”

  “Shh,” I cooed, “I’ll be gentle.”

  I waited for her to give me the signal to continue. When her head nodded, I laid her down on the cushioned couch and began kissing her again. I traced my tongue against her bottom lip and tasted the cherry lip gloss she had coated her plump lips with after dinner. My fingers squeezed her thigh and she gasped, giving me full entrance to the inside of her mouth. I slipped my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and our tongues fought over dominance, however, Maggie’s submissive side kicked in and she let me take control easily. Quiet moans spilled from her muffled mouth. When I pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled from both of our lips. A rosy tint illuminated off her face and her green eyes were hazy, her floral shirt was pulled up, revealing her black, laced bra.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, my pants growing tighter at the sight of her coming undone from my touch.

Pulling myself up, I removed my blazer and tie before unbuttoning my white, dress-up shirt. Her glistening eyes watched my every move, widening at the sight of my bare chest. She started nibbling on her bottom lip as I pulled at the hem of her shirt.

  “Let's get this off,” I muttered, my voice husky and dripping with arousal.

  Maggie didn’t argue, she just pulled her shirt above her head revealing more of herself to me. I groaned as I leaned down and started sucking on her exposed skin, leaving wet kisses against her porcelain skin. Her heartbeat was pounding against her chest, her skin was heating up, and her fingers gripped the couch cushion. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra clasp. Immediately, her hands moved to cover herself up. I lifted her chin.

   “Don’t hide yourself, baby girl,” I whispered, “let me see you, please.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

She allowed me to remove her bra from her small body and I tossed it to the side with the rest of our clothes that littered the living room floor. I pressed my lips against hers once again, my left hand gripped her left breast and I almost melted at the feeling of her perfectly soft, fleshy breast. Her pink, peachy nipples hardened from both the cold air and my calloused hands pinching at them. Her moans were becoming louder, but not too loud since her grandmother was sleeping.

   “Draco, please,” she moaned, her hips moving against my own.

  “What is it?” I moaned back, “what do you need, baby girl? Tell me.”

   “I-I need you. Please.”

Those words turned me on even more. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, her black matching panties hugged her hips. I hooked my fingers to her lacy panties, pulling them down and revealing her perfect pink cunt. My pants were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second, so I quickly removed them from my body, discarding them to the floor with the rest of the pile. I started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, and tracing open mouth kisses against her body until I reached her lower area. The sweet aroma coming from her was intoxicating and I felt drunk from the scent alone.

   I traced my tongue against her already soaking slit causing her to shiver and moan. My tastebuds were coated with her delicious nectar and I couldn’t help but dive in quickly. Her small fingers tangled themselves into my gelled hair, messing up every strand. A list of moans echoed off the walls as I flicked my tongue hungrily over her clit. Maggie tried to close her legs, but I pinned them back down. My gray-blue eyes flickered up, meeting her lustful orbs. She was covering her mouth because she was becoming too loud. Careful not to hurt her, I slipped a single finger between her folds and she flinched. I stopped.

   “I’m sorry,” I whispered, “do you want me to stop?”

  “N-no, it’s okay,” she panted, “i-it’s all just a n-new experience.”

  Nodding, I went back to lapping up her flowing juices and started entering my finger again. This time it slipped in with ease. A few seconds passed and I added another finger, moving them slowly in and out of her.

 “D-Draco, faster.”

I didn’t waste time and started moving my fingers faster and faster into her sex. Her back arched off the couch, I could feel her clenching around my fingers and I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her release. I started sucking on her swollen clit and she yelped out before cumming all over my fingers. I removed them from her then placed them in my mouth, sucking every last drop off of them. Groaning against my fingers, I pulled them out with a pop.

  “Delicious,” I hummed, watching her chest move rapidly as she caught her breath, “have a taste.”

   I captured her lips with mine and rummaged my tongue around her warm mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head making me smile at how undone she looked for me. I pulled away.

  “Doesn’t that taste amazing, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.

  All she could do was nod her head. Sweat was beaded against her forehead and her hair was starting to cling to her face, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Ready?” I asked, “and use your words for me.”

  “I-I am,” she muttered, “I-I’m ready.”

  Climbing on top of her, I aligned my hardened member with her entrance before pushing it, peppering kisses against her face as she cried out in pain. Once I was finally nestled inside of her aching cunt, I stayed there to let her adjust to my size. A minute passed by when she gave me the okay to move, then I started moving my hips at a slow pace. Every time I pulled out and pushed back in, I felt myself get squeezed around.

  “God damnit!” I groaned quietly, “so fucking tight. It feels amazing, Maggie.”

  “D-Draco, you’re s-so…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence.

  I started moving faster and harder with each stroke and both of our moans filled the room along with the sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other. Despite the noise coming from us, we remained quiet enough so we didn’t wake up Grandma Loral.

   Maggie squeezed her eyes shut as I started snapping my hips harder to meet hers. I grabbed her chin with my right hand and pulled her head to meet mine, my lips feathering over her. Her warm breath fanning over my chapped, slightly parted lips.

  “Keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby,” I said strictly.

  Maggie’s eyes opened and our eyes stared at one another as I drilled into her repeatedly. Her nails raked into my back causing me to growl at the stinging pain. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder for a better position, my cock now going deeper into her sweet sex.

   “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, resting my forehead against her, never tearing my eyes away from hers.

  “Oh my God,” she said.

  “Feel good, huh sweetheart,” I praised, “you love being fucked like this.”

I didn’t want to take it too far, afraid that me being rough or even degrading her would cause her to push me away. She was sensitive. But Maggie seemed to love my words and nodded her head furiously as she started meeting my thrust.

  “Yeah you do, fucking slut.”

  Her moans were like music to my ears and I could feel her tightening around my throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around her throat, not too tightly, her free hand gripping my arm as I practically slammed into her with inhuman speed. I didn’t know what came over me, but everything felt intoxicating and I felt energy rushing through me. 

  “I-I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.

  “Then do it,” I growled against her lips, “cum.”

 Her body started shaking as pure pleasure rushed over her small form. I watched her emerald eyes roll to the back of her head as I continued to slam into her, riding out her high. Our moans got louder, and we didn’t care that we were being loud. If we got caught, we got caught. All that mattered to me was watching her, being with her, loving her.

My thrust started getting sloppy as I felt myself coming to my end. I removed my hand from her throat, letting her lungs collect the well needed air, and buried my head into her sweaty neck. With a few final, strong thrust, I came inside her dripping cunt and moaned in her ear, or more like growled with pleasure. Her body shivered at the sound as she knotted her fingers in my hair. My body collapsed onto her, our chest heaving up and down as we tried to settle down. Once our breathing returned to normal, I pulled myself out of Maggie and laid next to her. I looked at her.

  “Sorry,” I whispered, as I tiredly chuckled, “I didn’t mean to finish inside you.”

She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay. I’m on birth control, so it’ll be fine.”

  I smiled at her and leaned down to pick up my dress-up shirt. It was cool to the touch and as I cleaned up the mess on Maggie, she closed her eyes enjoying the welcoming, cold cloth. After I cleaned the both of us up with my shirt, I laid back down. Lightning flashed against the sky once again as a loud rumble of thunder hit the clouds. Maggie sat up and cracked the window open, the cool breeze washing over our sweaty bodies. I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled against her.

  “I love you, Maggie,” I whispered.

  “I love you too, Draco,” she said, “now and forever.”

Forever, huh?

  A smile appeared on my face as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep next to the one girl I would sacrifice everything for. All of the thoughts that once invaded my mind, the unsureness of being with a muggle, how my father would act once he found out, all of it, disappeared. The only thought left was how I would protect her from Voldemort, and if she would still be by my side when she found out I was destined to be a death eater. But all of that could wait. I wanted nothing more than to enjoy the next four days with her.

I’ve never felt so relaxed before.

Forever sounds nice.

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WHAT BENNY DOESN’T KNOW | Chapter 5

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: One good night out turns into a two month affair.

Warnings: Mature 18+ ONLY!! Drug use, relationship abuse, mental manipulation, drinking, cheating, angst, language, smut, praise, fingering, slightly rough sex, squirting, unprotected sex (you know the phrase kids...).

Word Count: 6335

A/N- This is a heavy chapter so I have done a longer authors note here. Please read before continuing if you haven’t already read it. Events in this chapter take place 11 months before Italy and a couple weeks after Will’s chapter.

PART FIVE| 11 MONTHS AGO

'Hey Will said you were back. Want to go grab a drink tonight?'

'Yea, sure. Who else is gonna be there?'

'No one else, unless you want to invite others. I kinda just wanted to spend some time with you and catch up.'

'Okay, sounds good to me.'

Frankie had run into Will as he was coming out of a bar earlier that afternoon. He was grateful that Will hadn't notice him coming out through the doors of the establishment, allowing him the chance to pretend like he was just in the neighbourhood; and the fact they had run into each other outside a bar was just coincidence. When Will had casually dropped into conversation that you were home and that he had seen you, that had triggered something in Frankie. Whether it was just his slightly drugged up and alcohol riddled mind or something else, Frankie couldn't tell, but he knew he couldn't get you out of his head.

Frankie had always had a thing for you, ever since Benny first brought you home with him after your last tour together and introduced you to everyone. You were gorgeous, deadly and had a wicked sense of humour, you were everything he wanted in a woman and that's why he had been absolutely terrified to make a move. As time went on and you found your place amongst the group, Frankie came to appreciate how lucky he was just to have you in his life and as a friend and as time moved on further still, it became clear to him that he'd completely missed his chance.

He had started dating Laura just over a year ago now. She was nice, pretty, sassy. She reminded him of a slightly watered down version of you and believing he had fully missed his chance with you and would never get the real you, he figured he could do a lot worse than settling for Laura.

Around month nine of the relationship Frankie started to recognise he wasn't happy. He soon found himself relapsing into old habits he'd fallen into after he'd first come home for good and the PTSD had settled in. It started off as sneaking a bump off someone in the bathroom of a bar one night when they had gone out for drinks with some of Laura's friends. Just a little something to get him through the rest of the evening. A couple of days later it had happened again. It was only when Frankie had dug out his old burner phone from a lock box in the garage and contacted his old dealer, did he realise he was no longer in control anymore, but he didn't care. That's how he had ended up drunk texting you at half past three on a Tuesday afternoon asking you to go out with him for the evening so he didn't have to be at home with 'her'.

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“Hey.” you said getting up from the booth you had commandeered as you waited for him to arrive.

“Hey.” he grinned as he wrapped you up into his arms, his head burying into your hair. It was so soft and smelt amazing, like coming home. “You been waiting here long?” he asked as he reluctantly pulled away from you, both of you sitting yourselves back in the booth. Frankie had taken a moment longer than he should have to get out of his truck when he had first arrived, prioritising snorting another line of coke up his nose off his dashboard, instead of coming straight in to you. A slight panic fogged his brain as he feared he'd taken longer than he had and made you wait ages for him.

“Nah, I only got here like 5 minutes ago or something like that.” You confessed and Frankie relaxed a bit. “Do you want me to go get the first round?” you asked, pointing towards the bar.

“No, its alright, I'll get it.” Frankie said hopping up from the seat. “What do you want?”

“I'll just take a beer.” you replied. You really were a girl after his own heart.

Frankie came back with two bottles of beer a few minutes later, handing one over to you as he tried to manoeuvre himself back into the booth without using his hands. “So when did you get back?” he asked casually, a typical conversation starter.

“Nearly two weeks ago.” you said, taking a sip of your beer.

“Where did you go again?” Frankie asked, his memory of where you'd been the last 6 months hazy.

“Colombia.” you said.

“Ahh, te dio la oportunidad de trabajar en tu español.” Ahh, gave you an opportunity to work on your Spanish.

“Cállate, mi español es muy bueno. Después de todo, aprendí de los mejores.” Shut up, my Spanish is great. I did learn from the best after all, you said stroking his ego and making him blush slightly.

“So what were you doing down there?”

You looked down at your bottle, unable to meet his eyes. “A whole load of stuff that, probably wasn't very legal.” you said, giving him as vague an answer as you possibly could. You looked up, expecting him to have a judgemental look on his face, but instead you were met with one of sympathy. You'd all landed yourselves in some form of shit or another since leaving active service and Frankie was the last person who could pass judgement.

You sat there for almost an hour just talking, drinking your first beers slowly. “You want another one?” Frankie asked, motioning to the empty bottle in your hands that you were now peeling the label off of.

“Yeah, sure.” you said with a smile. You looked to your left to find the pool table had also just become free. “Do you want a game?” you said motioning to the table where the last occupants were throwing the cues on top of it.

“Yeah sure. I'll go get the beers, you go rack ‘em up.” he said, hopping out of the booth with a smile.

You made your way over to the pool table, reaching your hand into the pocket of your jeans, searching for loose change. You took the quarters out, slotting them into the machine. The balls dropped like thunder as they were released, rolling towards the end of the table so you could pull them out the hole in the side. You rolled the discarded pool cues to the side of the table as you reached for the triangle, placing it on the top near you. You bent down to pull out the balls, dropping them blindly inside the triangle above your head. When you had pulled out the last one you stood and was met with Frankie's still smiling face making his way back over to you.

He handed you the beer and you took a sip before placing it on the edge of the table so you could use both your hands to pick out the balls, moving them into their correct spots within the triangle, then sliding them all into place. “Who's going first?” you asked Frankie who had put the pool cues that had been on the table, back into the rack on the wall, choosing his own to play with in the process.

“Well that depends, you get any better at breaking.” you screwed up your mouth at the cheap shot he'd just taken. You were a decent pool player but you were awful at getting the game started.

“Fine Morales, looks like you're going first.”

“Thank you.” he said, jokingly tipping his head at you as he put himself in position at the end of the table.

There was a loud crack as Frankie hit the triangle, the balls bouncing off each other in different directions. You winced in disbelief as he managed to pot two balls with just one shot. He flashed his eyebrows at you, showing off. “You know I think that was one of each.” you taunted him, bringing him back to earth. “You can only chose one, what's it gonna be?”

“Just because I know how much you love playing stripes...” he said leaving the sentence open with a shrug before moving himself around the table to pot one of the solid coloured balls. For a moment, both of you watched eagerly expecting it to go in, but it leaned to the right at the last second and bounced back, away from the hole.

You took a quick sip of your beer before placing it back on the side. “Ready to see how it's done.” you teased, dancing around the table sizing up your first shot. You started out with an easy shot, potting it with not much trouble. Frankie gave you a small nod of acknowledgment before you began circling the table again, working out your next move. You saw it near the corner. You lined up your shot and... clunk, you sank another ball into the hole.

You stood back from the table grinning as you looked over to him, ready to taunt. “That's two.” you said, a faint giggle at the end of the sentence. You danced around the table again looking for the next one. You decided to try your luck but ultimately missed.

“Hey, you can’t get them all in one go.” he said, pushing himself off the wall where he had been leaning. He handed you his beer to hold as he took his go. He fumbled his shot and you were soon handing his drink back to him to take your next go.

It had ended up being a quick game. You had won, easily potting ball after ball, much to Frankie's amazement. “Okay, you had to have been cheating. I want a rematch.” Frankie said, playfully challenging you.

“I mean, I am more than happy to give you one... then beat your ass again and then again and again.” you laughed.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just rack 'em up again. I gotta go to the restroom.” he said backing away towards the door to the toilets.

When Frankie came back from the toilet he carried himself differently. He seemed both a little bit shinier but also spacey. It was a look you had recognised in people around you many times and had even, on occasion, experienced yourself. You had experimented with drugs a few times over the years, sometimes to keep your cover when trying to get intelligence out of a contact, other times just because it was a night out and you wanted to let your hair down. You never made a habit of it though. You never would have pegged Frankie of making a habit of it either, but it was becoming clearer and clearer to you, as you thought back on his behaviour at the start of the night, that it was.

“Hey, you ready?” he said as he picked his pool cue back up, snapping you away from your internal monologue. 'He's a grown man, he knows what he's doing' you berated yourself, shrugging off his actions. “You wanna break this time?” he asked you, raising his eyebrows encouragingly.

You pulled a face of discomfort. “Uhh.”

“Come on, I'll help you. You'll never get better if you don't practice.”

“Fine.” you said rolling your eyes, your footsteps falling heavier, stomping, mocking a stroppy teenager. He laughed.

“Come here.” He said ushering you to the table and taking a stance behind you. “You're problem is you doubt yourself and then get shaky on your follow through.” He said as you leant forward and lined your cue up with the ball. He leaned over with you, one hand on your left arm, helping hold it steady, the other finding a home over your hand on the cue.

He helped guide it back and you relaxed into his touch as you let him manipulate the shot. It was a gentle, yet forceful, nudge of the cue that sent the white ball careening quickly towards the waiting triangle of balls at the other end of the table. You turned back to him, smiling in triumph at the clack of balls as they scattered across the table. That's when you realised how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but look directly into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, somehow they were both bright and glassy at the same time.

You weren't sure why you were doing it, but you found your fingers reaching for the front pocket of his jeans, hooking just the tips of them in slightly, nudging the bag of blow. His eyes grew panicked as you began to pull the small baggy from his pocket, curling it into your fingers. You bit your lower lip, trying to search his eyes for how he was going to react, if he was going to react. He didn't move. A part of you thought about just getting rid of it, just tossing it out, but you were having a good time with Frankie, he was having a good time with you. You felt safe and it had been so long since you'd had a good night out you thought 'fuck it'.

Neither of you said anything as you began to creep away, bag still firmly scrunched into your fingers. Frankie tried to act casual, attempting to go back to focusing on the game as you snuck off to the toilet. He assumed you had gone to get rid of the coke, he never imagined you'd have some yourself.

You rushed into one of the stalls, quickly assessing how best to go about this. You decided that none of the surfaces were sanitary enough to do this properly. You sighed, half excited, half still berating yourself for stooping to this, as you took a seat on top of the toilet lid. You tucked your hair out of the way before opening up the baggy and tapping only a small amount of the white powder onto the back of your hand. You listened a second, making sure there was no one else in the bathroom with you. Silence. You quickly lifted the back of your hand to your nose, closing off one of the nasal passages and then sucking in all of the powder, with your intake of air, with the other.

You'd forgotten how awful it felt in that first moment, your nose burning. You coughed and continued sniffing as you attempted to clear the passage, waiting for the initial pain and discomfort to subside. It only took a moment for the rush of euphoria to set in. You resealed the bag, then wiped off any remaining remnants on your hands, before tucking the baggy back into your clutched fingers, hiding it, as you left the stall. You quickly checked yourself over in the mirror, self consciously wiping underneath your nose, then fixing any stray hairs.

As you went back out into the bar, the effects of the drug really started to settle in. Everything seemed shinier and brighter, happier. You made your way back over to Frankie who was stood leaning against his pool cue, awaiting your return.

He stared at you intensely, trying to work out what it was that you had done with the drugs. It was only when you came to a stop directly in front of him and he got a look at your eyes did he realised what you'd truly done. He found himself breaking out into a small smile of adoration, impressed by your courageousness, but it carried with it this underlining guilt in the pit of his stomach. That feeling of guilt though was quickly quashed altogether by another feeling as you pressed yourself close to him once again so you could discreetly put the little bag back in his pocket. You gave him a sly smile and that was it. That was the moment Frankie knew he was completely in love with you. You gave him a coy grin before reaching for your pool cue and continuing the game.

Watching the coloured balls dance across the table top when you hit them, felt so much more satisfying now. You didn't even care if you were losing as long as you got to keep watching the balls of colour roll back and forth across the table. You enjoyed your beer and your company, you and Frankie nudging each other and taking any chance possible to touch one another now you were both happy and relaxed. “Come on Morales.” you said as you placed your hands over his shoulders, giving them an over exaggerated massage like he was about to go into a fight. He tried to shrug you off so he could concentrate and sink his last ball. You stopped your movements but didn't take your hands away and both of you froze watching the ball intently as he took the shot. Clunk.

He stood up straight and whirled around, wrapping you in his arms, a big grin on his face. “You know I let you win right?” you teased him.

“Sure you did.” he said placing a kiss on top of your head before leaning back slightly so he could get a better look at your smile, his arm still firmly around your shoulder. He leaned back against the table, his legs spread apart slightly so you could rest between them. You were both smiling content in the embrace, neither one of you wanting to pull away.

Frankie moved his hands to rest against your hips as he began to wrestle with the idea that had just popped into his head. He looked longingly to your lips, wanting to kiss them. Your smile faded as you scanned his face, realising what he was thinking. It was probably only 3 or 4 seconds but it felt so much longer due to the pace at which your next thoughts flooded your head. 'Oh my gosh, are we gonna kiss? What about Laura? Maybe they broke up? Oh I really want to kiss him.' then his lips were on yours and it was like someone had just set off a bunch of fireworks in your brain. Your head felt like it was fizzing and tingling, you couldn't help but smile as you melted into the kiss.

Frankie felt your lips pull tight against his as your smile burst from your lips and it only encouraged his own. He pulled away only briefly so you could both acknowledge how happy you were right then in that moment, but you quickly closed the gap again, practically throwing yourself into him, desperate to feel that tingling feeling in your brain again. At your enthusiasm, Frankie wasted no time deepening the kiss, his hands snaking down to your ass and pulling you tighter to him. This was everything he ever wanted, what he'd dreamed about for years now and it was finally happening. It felt better than he could have ever imagined it to be. Your kisses were powerful and hungry and for a moment you both almost forgot where you were.

Frankie quickly broke the kiss. You were about to protest when he took hold of your hand and started leading you to the door.

Neither of you said anything as he lead you to his truck. He gave you one more quick passionate kiss before opening the passenger side door to you and encouraging you to get in. You happily hopped in before turning back to give him another kiss as he closed the door.

He drove you both back to your place, using his spare key to let you both into the apartment. You had given each of the boys a spare key to your place just in case of emergencies but this was the first time you'd ever seen Frankie use his and it made you happy. The image of it felt so natural to you, like you were both coming home together after a long day.

You didn't have time to revel in the domesticity of it though as Frankie pulled you inside, rapidly closing the door before latching his lips back onto yours. You felt him lift you up into his arms and he carried you to your bedroom.

Your feet dropped back to the floor as you both made it through the doorway, Frankie wasting no time to start undressing you and himself between hungry kisses, both of your tongues fighting to pull each other back together after every break.

When you were both completely naked Frankie wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, lifting you slightly, walking you both towards the bed which you collapsed onto together, Frankie coming to lay on top of you. You reached your hands up into his hair as he covered your naked body with his own. It was only in that moment that you fully realised he hadn't been wearing his trademark hat this evening. You made a mental note of the actions significance and happily kept smiling and giggling into his kisses.

A sudden feeling took over in the pit of your stomach as you watched Frankie's gaze darken, his lust for you taking over at your joyful sounds and the way your naked body moved underneath him. You felt his hands move to your hips and he suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach before guiding your hips up so you were resting on your knees, your ass and pussy on full display for him. “Oh god.” Frankie groaned at the sight. “Hold it there baby, there's something I wanna do.”

You felt him get off the bed and heard him shuffle around on the floor for something. It took you a moment for your brain to realise what he was doing. He was rooting back into his pocket for the cocaine. You thought about saying something but decided not to for fear it would ruin the moment and this would all stop. This was Frankie. You had wanted this for so long and you were willing to put up with anything just to have his love and attention all to yourself.

You felt his hand smooth over your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, giving it a squeeze before he let go. You shifted your head slightly so you could look back and watch him as he opened the little baggy and began gently patting the powder out of it, leaving a line of it across your right cheek. The dark look in his eyes as he stared at the sight made your knees want to go weak. He could sense the slight tremble within you, “Hold still for me baby.” he said as he took hold of you again, his hands firmly placed either side of your ass, holding you still. You closed your eyes, thinking if you didn't see what was about to happen, maybe you could act like it never did.

It all happened so quickly you didn't even have time to really take it in. Frankie quickly leant down, taking the powder up his nose, his tongue coming out to lick up any remaining powder before he thrust his face between your folds. You let out a startled squeal of pleasure as you felt Frankie's tongue dive straight in, catching you completely off guard. His patchy facial hair tickled your skin and you jerked back further towards his face, Frankie moaning in pleasure at the feeling.

He quickly pulled his mouth away, thrusting two fingers inside you instead, stretching you out and making sure you were ready. His fingers took a moment to explore your heat and you moaned as this thick fingers stroked your inner walls. You let out a groan when he took his fingers out and you were about to lift your head to turn and whine pathetically about it when he suddenly thrust his cock inside you.

“Oh fuck.” you cried out as you attempted to adjust to his size. He leant over you, his arm wrapping around your upper chest, pulling you to your hands. His head nuzzled into your neck, trying to get you to turn your head so he could kiss you. As you began to turn it towards him, his hand that had been holding your chest moved up to grasp your jaw, forcing your lips to his. He felt you clench around him as you reacted to the power move and he gently rolled his hips into you, your back arching, trying to encourage him even deeper.

He began pounding into you rapidly as he straightened himself up again. His grip on your hips was firm, holding you steady, pulling you back into him with every thrust. The feeling was overwhelming and the lingering effects of the cocaine only heightened everything more. “Oh my god baby, you feel so fucking good.” he praised you as your moans of pleasure rang out through the room.

You felt him lean forward again and you turned your head, seeking out his lips once more. “I've wanted this for so fucking long.” he grunted out between kisses. He almost melted when you moaned back into his lips in response to his words. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your back into his chest again, making his rapid thrusts even deeper. He was hitting a certain spot inside you and it was devastating, your eyes wanting to roll back into your head as you relaxed it against his shoulder.

A feeling began to rise inside you. It felt so overwhelming and rapid you weren't even sure what was happening until it had already happened. Frankie felt your walls pushing back against him and when he thrust back he was forced out of you completely, your release gushing all over his cock and the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ did you just-” he couldn't even say the word. He was so fucking happy and impressed, but he saw the look of surprise on your face. He quickly crashed his lips into yours as he tried to reassure you that what had happened was a good thing. No a great thing. “Fucking do it again for me baby.” he said as he lined himself back up with your entrance and thrusted himself inside you once more.

You couldn't help but cry out, your mouth falling open against his. You felt so sensitive between your legs it didn't take much time at all before Frankie had you squirting again. “That's it, that's my girl. You're so fucking beautiful when you do that baby.” he said as he turned you around to face him. He could tell your eyes were unfocussed, completely blissed out from each devastating orgasm he was pulling from you.

He placed his hands either side of your head, smoothing your hair out of your face as he kissed it. He sat himself back on the bed, trying to avoid the wet patch on the sheets, pulling you to sit on top of him. He held you close as he pulled you back down onto his erection and you relaxed your head against his shoulder as he continued to smooth your hair. He began rocking you gently on top of him, letting you have a small break, both of you enjoying the moment of being close.

When you felt your strength coming back to you, you lifted your head from his shoulder, fixing your lips to his again. He lifted you in his arms, laying you back on the bed. He lifted your legs back, allowing him to push himself deeper inside you as his thrust began to pick up again.

You placed your hands either side of his head, forcing your eyes to focus on one another. “Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful.” he said, his forehead pressing into yours. You're mouth hung open again, your breaths coming out fast inbetween his thrusts, your moans stuttering wordlessly from your lips. He could tell your eyes were starting to become unfocussed again as your next orgasm built inside you.

He placed his hands under your hips, lifting them slightly allowing his thrusts to reach deeper still. The feeling inside you was devastating and your hand reached to rub circles over your clit, encouraging your release to come even faster. Once again Frankie felt himself being forced out from inside you as you once again gushed all over him and the bed, only this time he had a much better view. He was getting so close to his own climax and this only spurred him on even more. He barely gave you a moment to recover before he was thrusting himself back deep inside you.

His thrust were rapid as he chased his own finish and your fingers clawed at his back as you tried to ground yourself. Frankie let out a deep growl as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. His thrusts became sporadic, stuttering as he lifted his head to capture your lips in his own as he finished inside you. He stilled inside you and you relaxed into his arms as you felt every pulse of his cock inside you. It was a feeling that made you feel proud.

You looked up into his eyes. They were ones of complete bliss and adoration. You wanted to tell him you loved him but the words caught in your mouth so you settled for kissing him once more. This time the kiss was tender and not just because you were both exhausted. It said everything you both didn't feel like you could say. A silent acknowledgment of love.

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“Hey where are you going?” you asked him as he climbed from the bed an hour later and began pulling on his clothes.

“I gotta go.” he said as he shrugged on his t-shirt, unable to meet your eyes,

“Oh, okay.” you said, sitting up and curling your knees up to your chest. You watched him silently as your racing thoughts from the bar slowly started coming back to you. They were more prominent now in this post sex quiet. “Frankie.” your voice said tentatively. It was half broken as the reality of the situation set in and an ache began to form in your chest, along with a churning feeling in your stomach. He looked back at you, eyes sorrowful.

Frankie felt like he had just been punched in the gut. He could see the hurt behind your eyes and it killed him. He knew his love for you was so great and he hated that he was hurting you in this moment. He made his way across the room to you, his arms leaning on the bed either side of you as he leant down to kiss you. “I'm gonna make this right, I promise.” he said as you dipped your head away from him. He gave you a tender kiss on your fore head. “I'll text you in the morning.” he said before placing a hand under your chin, encouraging you to lift your head once more so he could give you a final kiss goodbye. You could only watch silently and helplessly from your bed as he turned and walked away. You practically flinched as you heard the front door close behind him, the sound echoing around your quiet apartment, the reality of your actions setting in. What the fuck had you done.

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True to his word, Frankie had indeed messaged you the following morning. There was no mention of Laura just an 'I really want to see you. Can I come over later.' You had of course said yes and you had both had a repeat of the night before, just this time with pizza and TV. You had wanted him to stay, but you also understood why he couldn't. He promised you he would soon though.

You had both carried on that way, the days turning into weeks. Wild nights turning into wild afternoons, always with the promise that at some point Frankie would break up with Laura and you would be together properly soon.

One week turned into two months and with every passing day your feelings for Frankie were growing stronger and stronger. You didn't care if he hadn't left Laura yet. You didn't care about the drugs, mostly because you could see he was using less and less when he was around you. You could see he was getting better. He was happier and shinier and you knew when he was ready he would end things with her and move in with you.

It was a Saturday evening when he turned up on your doorstep drunk and high and unable to get his key into the lock to let himself in. When you finally opened the door to him there were tears in his eyes. “Frankie?” his name fell from your lips as a question as he stumbled through the door. He made a beeline for your kitchen, searching the cupboards for more alcohol to drink.

You rushed over to him as you saw him pull a half full bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. He didn't even bother to get himself a glass, just started sipping it straight from the bottle. “Frankie, what the fuck is going on?” you asked as you snatched the bottle from his grasp.

“She's pregnant.” he choked out. Your face dropped, complete shock taking over.

“What?” your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“Laura, she's pregnant.” he said again. His gaze wouldn't lift from a spot on the floor. There was silence between you as you both let the information settle in.

“What are you going to do?” you asked him tentatively.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I love you.” he said again, finally looking up to meet your eyes.

“No-”

“I don't want to be with her-”

“Frankie she's carrying your kid.”

“I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you.” he said again stepping towards you, his hands outstretched reaching for you. You remained frozen to the spot as his hands rested either side of your face. “I love you. I don't love her, I want to be with you.”

“How long have you know?” you asked him, your voice cold. He was silent. “How long have you known?” you asked him again, your voice rising, becoming desperate.

“About a week.” he finally admitted. You stepped backwards, away from his touch, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. “Please baby, please-” he began to beg, trying to step forward and close the distance between you again but you kept stepping away, shaking your head in disbelief. “Please, you make me better. I'm better when I'm with you.” You turned away from him, leaving the room in an attempt to get away, panic rising up inside you.

“I'll tell her everything, I'll get help, I promise just please-”

“FRANKIE STOP!” you shouted, rounding on him. He finally fell silent, allowing you a moment to breathe, to think. “I can't do this anymore.” your voice said broken. “If you really loved me, if you were actually going to leave her you would have done it weeks ago when you said you would. If you didn't want to be with her, why were you still sleeping with her, why did you get her pregnant-”

“I don't even remember it.” his voice came back broken and his knees gave way, his back leaning against the open kitchen door. He was sobbing now.

“Frankie, you need help.” you said to him tenderly as you made your way towards him. You sat on the floor beside him, your head leaning on his shoulder. His head slumped against yours in defeat.

“How did I fuck this up so bad?” he asked you. You didn't answer. You didn't need to. “I wish I had a time machine, like that car in that movie, back to the future,,, or that hot tub in that stupid movie Benny made me watch.” he started, his voice calming. “I wish I could go back to when I first met you and tell you how I felt about you. I wish I had told you I loved you the moment I saw you. I wish I'd never let Will or Santiago have the chance to fuck you before I did. Maybe then you would be the one carrying my child right now and not her.”

You let his words hang in the air. You wished more than anything that things could be different right now but they weren't. Frankie had a drug addiction. He had cheated on his girlfriend with you. He had promised you he would leave her but he didn't. Instead he had gotten her pregnant. You had been willing to over look so much for Frankie but for your own sake you couldn't do it anymore. There was a child involved now and there was no way you were gonna hang around and make this situation more difficult for everyone. “I'm gonna go to Italy.” you told him. He looked at you lost.

You had gotten the call that morning. You had been wondering all day whether or not you should take the job but now you saw it as the only option you had. You both needed space. Frankie needed to be there for Laura, for his kid and you couldn't be here as a temptation for him. “My supervisor called this morning about a job in Italy. I think I'm gonna go. I think we both just need some space away from each other to clear our heads.”

“How long?”

“I don't know. Could be a couple of months, could be longer.”

“I love you.” he said again after a moments silence, hoping it would change your mind, hoping it would make you stay.

“Promise me you'll get help Frankie.” was all you said. You were on the next flight to Italy the following morning.

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Summary: you and harry dated in his early 20s but broke up after 6 months. You didn't tell him you were expecting his child out of fear. Now your son is 5 and Harry sees you with him.

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆!

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You may seem like the perfect 27 year old. You Have a nice career as a lawyer, a nice car, you lived in a nice suburb, and you have many friends and family that love you just as much as you loved them. people thought you were on top of the world, living freely, but that was beyond the truth.

you had a little boy named Jack. He was your life – no your world. Even though he wasn't planned you were so grateful for him. And the reason why you had all these things in your life is because you wanted him to have a good life even if Harry wasn't involved.

He wasn't in jack's life by your choice. You knew it was stupid and you should've told him before Jack was born but you didn't have the guts to and still don't. You thought you could do it without him and Frankly you did. It was tough but as long as a smile was upon his sweet face you know you were doing the right thing.

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You walked down the people filled sidewalk; it was around 2pm and you were done with work, on your way to pick up your baby Jack for preschool.

You walked onto the school property, entering the building. It was full of parents picking up their kids and teachers talking. You went straight to jack's classroom to pick him up.

As soon as you entered the room, Jack spotted you. He smiled widely and ran to you wrapping his arms around your neck seeing that you were already crouched down. "Mommy!" You laughed as you picked him. "Hi buddy, did you have a good day."

Jack looked at you, his sea green mixed with a hint of brown sparkled. He was way too identical to harry it was insane. Green eyes, curly hair, dimples, he even had his accent but it was just slightly. He was just a harry styles 2.0 and every day he grew he started to look more and more like his dad.

"Yeah! We draw, and we went to dance class. It was fun." He said giddily as he placed both of his tiny hands on your cheeks.

You chuckled, "that's nice. Okay let's go." You let him down so he could walk. The both of you walked out of the school, on your ways with your life. "We're going to go to the bakery." You said looking down at Jack briefly. He looked up at you. "Mama's going to get a muffin. What are you going to get bug?"

Jack looked up at you, "I going to get a muffin too." He stopped in front of the bakery's door waiting for you to open it. It was the bakery you both always went to due to the fact it was only a block from the school. You said 'okay' as you opened the door.

The sweet smell of baked goods filled your nose making your stomach growl; you didn't even notice you were hungry until now. You and Jack walked in and got in the short line of 3 people waiting in front of you, waiting for your turn to order.

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Harry who was just finishing up his run decided to stop at the bakery for a snack. He stopped at the door taking out his earphones before he walked in.

It wasn't packed which was nice he thought to himself. He got right behind you in line.

at first he didn't even recognize you. He was to busy looking at the menu, but when Jack asked you a question and you responded his breath hitched in his throat. He remembered your voice like it was yesterday. Still as sweet as anything he has ever heard.

So many thoughts were running through his mind. Who was the kid you were holding onto? Were you babysitting? Or is he Yours?

Harry took a deep breath, distancing himself from his thoughts. He was going to say hi to you instead of freaking out.

It took some courage but he spoke up. "Hi." He tapped your shoulder causing you to turn around. When you saw harry your eyes widened. "Harry.... Hi." You were shocked, this couldn't be real, it was actually harry fucking styles.

"how.. how are you?" You asked. You weren't sure if you should hug him or shake his hand; you weren't expecting this.

"I'm great." Harry placed his hand on his hips looking down at Jack. "Uh who's this little guy, you're babysitting?"

In the inside you cringed at that but answered him, "uh no. He's my son." You looked down at Jack who was looking between you and Harry in confusion of who harry was.

You looked back up at Harry, his eyebrows were knitted as he tried to put everything together.

"uhh" harry looked back at you. "Uhh is he mine?" His voice was high pitched as he asked that. You hesitated, but nodded.

You can see a mixture of pain and disbelief on Harry's face. It kinda hurted seeing how he looked.

"Why didn't you tell?" Harry said looking at you then to Jack. He was starting to notice how jack looked like him. You shook your head to the side, struggling your shoulders, running your available finger over your forehead, "I.. I." As you started your sentence you felt a tug on your pants. You looked down at a pleading eye Jack. "yes Jack?" "I want muffin." He said. You nodded, peering back at Harry, "Look can we sit down and talk after I get him his muffin?"

"yeah, sure." Harry said as he swallowed. You muttered an okay, going to the counter while harry found a seat. You ordered a muffin for Jack and a coffee for yourself before going to sit with Harry who was in a Booth in the far back of the bakery. He was not trying to be seen and you understood that.

You placed Jack in the booth before you took your seat. You put on his favorite show on your phone so he can watch it while you and Harry chatted.

Harry didn't look at you, he couldn't. He went all these years without knowing he had a son; that hurt him more than anything.

"look, Harry I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared and I didn't know what to do."

"you didn't know what to do? Y/n you could've called, text, told gemma or my mom. You had so many opportunities, and so many ways to tell me and you didn't." Harry exhaled as he finished. Even though he was pissed his voice was soft. As much as he wanted to be mad at you, he couldn't.

You looked down at your hand on the table. "I don't know what else you want me to say other than sorry." Harry looked up at you, "I know you're sorry, and I forgive you. But it's just, will you let me be in his life now?" You looked up at him, "of course." You softly grinned at Harry before looking at Jack. He had muffin crumbs all over his face as he ate it. You Chuckle, "Jack, I want you to meet someone."

Jack looked at you. "Who?"

"well I want you to meet him." You pointed at Harry, " he's your daddy." Jack looked at you then at Harry. "Daddy?" Harry laughed, "yeah, I'm your daddy." Jack looked back at you for reassurance. You nodded, laughing yourself. Jack turned back to harry. "Hi." He said smiling, followed by a little giggle.

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Jack and you spending the Whole day with Harry. Despite the rough start, the day went well. It didn't take Jack and Harry long to become best buddies. Harry was already telling Jack about gemma, his dad, and Anne, jack was more than ready to meet them.

The night ended with Harry leaving around 8. He made sure to tell Jack he'll be back the next day to play with him. That made Jack extremely excited and he went straight to bed after harry left.

That night as you got in bed you wondered if today was a dream. It felt like one. It wasn't though. You laid in bed staring in the darkness as you tried to comprehend it.

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The next day you took Jack to school and you went to work. The whole day your brain was in a blur. You tried your best to focus but you couldn't. You didn't know if it's because harry was back in your life and your past feeling for him were starting to return or something else, but whatever it was was like a concrete wall in your brain

You got through your work day and went straight to pick up Jack. Of course when you picked him up he gave you a big hug and cute giggles and smiles. As you both made your way home, Jack couldn't help but ask his dad.

"is daddy coming over." You nodded, "yeah, he's coming over for dinner. Should we make some pizza?" Jack nods his head as he giggles, "yeah!"

You snickered, "well let's go put some pizza in the oven.

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You and Jack spent the evening cleaning and getting food ready. Jack was extremely excited; he couldn't help going to the window every minute to see if harry had arrive or not. He was already so attached to Harry.

While you were in the kitchen you heard the sound of a car pull up. Not long after you heard a streak, it was Jack. "Mama, he's here!" He ran in the kitchen, he was smiling and bouncing up and down.

You smiled, "let's go open the door." Jack led the way from the kitchen to the foyer. He struggled to open the door but once he got it open there was no stopping the kid.

He ran to harry, wrapping his arms around his legs; it nearly knocked harry unbalance. Harry chuckled, running his hands over his mini me.

"hi buddy." Jack pulled away from Harry's leg. "Hi daddy." Every time harry heard that name it felt like a dream.

"can I come inside?" Harry asked Jack even though the answer was obvious yes. "Yeah." Jack took harrys hand letting him in.

As he passed you, harry winked. You chuckled as you closed the door.

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After spending a couple of minutes with Harry it was dinner time. You three sat at your dinning room table and ate. While Jack and Harry talked, you stayed quiet. It didn't go unnoticed by Harry either.

As you were cleaning up after dinner Harry managed to slip away from Jack to see if you were okay.

"hey y/n are you ok?" You turned to him. "Yeah, I'm great." You smiled at harry as you turned back to the dishes. Harry pressed his lips into a thin line. "Okay, well I'm going to go back to playing with Jack. He's so energetic."

You laughed as harry walked off finding the little monster. They were having such a good time and that made you so happy.

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Later that night after Jack was put to bed, harry decided to stay a little late for a chat with you. You both sat on the couch beside each other but with a little space between you both.

"how have you been?" Harry asked you. You sighed through your nose, "I've been great. Really stressed from work, but I'm perfect." Harry nodded just the slightest. "What you do for work?"

You looked at him. "I am a lawyer." As you said lawyer harry couldn't help but smile. He remembered you always talking about wanting to be a lawyer and to see that you finally fulfilled your dreams makes him happy. "That's amazing. I'm so happy for you puppet."

The nickname, god the nickname. He used to always call you that when you were dating. Hearing it made your body tingle.

"you're working so hard, I have no idea how you took care of jack by yourself." You strugged your shoulders kinda getting a little embarrassed from Harry's comment.

Harry smiled at you, "how about I take out to dinner with no Jack, so you can relax. How does that sound?"

You looked up at harry, eyebrows raised, "umm sure, yeah." Harry smiled softly, his cute little dimples showing. "Okay." He stood up. "Well I gotta going. Thank you for having me over puppet."

Your breath hitched in your throat from the name as you stood up. Harry pulled you into a tight hug. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hugs.

When he pulled away he placed a kiss on your cheek before making his way to the door. You followed. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, 7?"

"yep." Harry turned to you, "okay, see you then." With that he walked out of the house to his car.

You shut the door letting out a deep breath. He was doing something to you.

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The next day, around 7pm you heard a knock on the door. You quickly Walked to the door opening it. On the other side stood Harry. He looked at you and his breath hitched.

You were dressed in a dainy dress with flowers on it.

(I couldn't choose which one so, here)

"hi."

Harry returned back to earth. "Hi." You chuckled. "It's not too much is it?" Harry was quick to shake his head, "no, you look beautiful." You thanked him before you ran back inside to get your bags. On the way you passed your babysitter and your very close friend. "How does he like your outfit?" She asked at a whisper.

"he likes it." She ohhed, "you might have him on your leash now. Good job." She playfully congratulated you causing you to laugh. "Well, we'll see what happens. I gotta go."

She waved goodbye and you walked to the door. Harry was still waiting their but he was talking to Jack. When he saw you, he smiled and stood up.

"hi you two." You said, slipping past Jack. Harry turned to you. "Are you ready to go?" "Yes." You responded.

"okay, well I'll see you later buddy. Gotta to take your Mama out." Jack nodded, "okay, bye." With that Jack Jack shut the door on you both. You scoffed turning to harry, "well that was rude."

Harry chuckled, "very. Now let's go. I have the perfect restaurant for us. He walked over to the passengers side opening the door for you. You grinned walking over to the car, "thank you." You got in and harry shut the door. "No problem."

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You sat across from harry, your nose deep in the menu you were looking over. Harry had brought you to a nice Moroccan (I'm sick of saying italian) restaurant that selled some great dishes.

"do you know what you're going to get?" Harry asked as he sat his menu down. "Yeah, I'm going to get Kefta tagine." You said hoping it was correct. Harry nodded, "nice, I'm going to get Tangia."

You smiled at him, "I was going to get that but I opted out." You Chuckled lightly as you sat your menu down. "It's very good. I always get it when I come here." You raised your eyebrows, "okay."

The waitress soon came by and took your orders. When they were done Harry turned back to you. "So how have the past few years been for you? I know you had Jack but how has it been for you?" He reached over and took your hand in his. It was a simple gesture that calmed you.

"well it's been hard but I've been enjoying myself. Um I've tried going on vacations, it's always to another city but that's good enough for me. I try my best to have alone time with Jack and go to the spa and the bar, but that's about all I can do."

Harry nodded as he listened. "You're amazing and I want you to know that. And you don't have to keep beating yourself up over not telling me about Jack. I'm here now and it's been the greatest Few days of my life so don't worry about it, everything is going to be fine."

You smiled at Harry. You felt very relaxed around him, it was just the power he had.

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You both soon after got your food and began eating. You made conversation with each other easily. Harry talking about tour and you talking about Jack. At the end of the night as you both walked to his car harry couldn't help but wrap his arms around you.

"I had a good time with you." He said looking at you. "I didn't as well. Thank you for inviting me."

You both walked to the passengers side. As you reached out to open the door harry did the same. Your hands touched and you both pulled back at the same time. "Sorry." Harry mumbled. You shook your head, "it's fine" you turned to him seeing him blushing with his hand on his face. You laughed taking his hand, "why are you so shy?" You asked.

Harry looked at you and playful frown on his face. "I'm not..... Maybe." You laughed, some how you felt like a 20 year old girl again. Harry laughed along with you. He took your other hand in his. You looked into his eyes, the ones you loved dearly. Before you could even think right you were kissing harry.

You shuttered, shivers running down your spine as you kissed his soft lips. You felt your body yearning for him like it never had before. Harry let go of your hand and cupped your cheek. It deepened the kiss for the both of you.

Harry felt your little hands tugging at his waist so you didn't lose your balance. Despite wanting to kiss him more you had to pull away for air.

Your forehead rested against his as you both caught your breath. " I've missed your lips." Harry said. "I've missed yours too." You breathed out

Harry sighed, "let's start over. Let's not worry about the pass and just focus on the future."

You opened your shut eyes looking at him. "Okay." Harry mumbled out an okay before placing a light kiss on your lips and pulling away.

The man in that used to be yours was now yours again, and damn it felt nice.

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Okay, I'm finished, I'm proud too. feedback welcome.

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