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[haunted-planes]

Old Wild West movie in the world of cars?

[hazzelle-kento]

‘Hey Mama.’

*Blush*

[mysharona1987]

“They got back 90 terrorists for 30 innocent people!” People need to read up on Administrative Detention. It’s basically a fancier word for hostage taking.

Like, even at the end, the guy admits the girl has committed no real crime and is only in prison as a bargaining chip against her dad.

[douceurrrr]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

— you and camp counselor!ethan gets lost in the woods.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | kissing, lil rough, doggy, fucked over table, begging, ethan’s pull out game being strong, oral (f), enemies to lovers

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the sounds of cricket and owls fills your ear as you and ethan walk around the wood, branches cracking with each step. “I’m pretty sure we’re going in circles.” ethan huffed. “why do you say that?” you asked, following close behind him. “uh because we passed this tree like three time already.” he replied with an attitude.

you had first met ethan when you were interviewing for the open camp counselor position, you hadn’t got accepted to any colleges after high school and you needed a job so a camp counselor was like your last resort. ethan was smart enough for college but needed a job to pay for books and stuff. at first ethan wasn’t all that bad but he slowly became a dick.

“I thought you said you ‘knew’ where we were going.” he said with air quotes, glancing angrily at you. “I know where we’re going… maybe.” you told him with a nervous smile. “maybe? dude we’re lost and it’s your fault.” ethan says, shaking his head in disbelief. “oh my god, calm you whiny ass down.” you said making him even more angry. “oh I’m sorry your highness but do you know where the fuck we are right now?” he says with sarcasm. i mean at least you guys had flashlights.

“from now on we listen to me, not your shitty directional skills.” you fought the urge to beat his ass right then and there. “who pissed in your cereal this morning?” you said, rolling your eyes. ethan didn’t reply and just kept walking. “answer me, landry. what the fuck is your problem.” you said, pushing his shoulder. ethan sharply turned around. “my problem is obviously you, ever since I started working here you’ve been giving me shit for no reason.” ethan says and started walking again.

you shook your head. “no I haven’t.” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows. “ouu denial, I love it.” he says, sarcastically. “oh fuck off, landry.” ethan chuckled in reply making you blood boil. “you seriously have a complaining problem.” you mumbled but he obviously heard you. “I’ll complain if I want to, it’s better than hearing you talk.” he replied. you scoffed and kept walking.

“whatever, are we even going the right way dickface?” you asked with a smug look on your face. ethan just pointed somewhere so you pointed your flashlight to where he pointed to reveal a sign saying camping grounds

with a arrow pointing to the right. “trust me now?” ethan says, not earning a reply from you, you began walking in front of him. “holy shit.” ethan gasped, looking at your leg. “ethan don’t fuck with me right now.” you said, standing still in fear. “you have a medium sized cut on the back of your leg.” ethan told you. you turn your body to see behind you leg and lord behold there was blood running down your leg and onto your sock. “you must’ve done that when we went through the bushes, how did you not feel that?” he says, looking closely at the cut.

suddenly Ethan starts to walk towards you with his arms out. “whoa what are you doing.” you say, stepping back from him. “come on, I’ll carry you to the camping grounds and get my first aid kit.” he says, walking towards you again only for you to back up again. “don’t put your filthy hands on me, landry.” you warned knowing damn well you wanted the opposite. “stop being a brat and come on.” he huffed in annoyance but you finally gave in, letting him pick you up in bridal style and carry you towards the camp.

-

once he reached the camping grounds with you in his arms, he walks into the wooden room and sits you down on a table with your flashlight beside you. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.” ethan says before walking away into another little room. when he came back, he had the kit in his hand. he opened it, taking out two alcohol pads and a bandage. “this is gonna hurt.” he muttered as he opened a alcohol pad.

“fuck.” you hissed, grabbing ethan’s hand in reflex as ethan placed the alcohol pad on your wound. once ethan was done cleaning the wound he placed a bandage on it. once he looked up at you to see you looking at him with smug look. “what? you want me to kiss your boo boo?” he cooed, teasingly. ethan didn’t earn a reply from you so he leaned down and kissed your leg making you hiss. “you kissed it too hard landry.” you complained. even if you “hated” ethan, the kiss made your heart flutter a bit lot.

“thanks.” you said, lowy. ethan looked at you teasingly with his hand behind his ear, “what? say that again.” he says, acting like he couldn’t hear you. you rolled your eyes before speaking again, “I said thank you, landry.” you huffed.

ethan smiled, knowing he had won. “no problem, I told you I can be nice.” he chuckled.

you scoffed. “could’ve fooled me.” you grinned. ethan then looks down at his hand, noticing you still holding it. “ah you’re still holding my hand.” he says shyly. you muttered a sorry and looked down at your lap. “no it’s okay.” ethan whispered as he got closer to you. you didn’t noticed how close he was until you lifted your head back up to look at him, you could feel his breathing on you face. “look I’m sorry for being a asshole.” he look genuine and apologetic, you couldn’t be mad at that. “it’s okay, I was a bit of an asshole too.” you replied. ethan’s face started to get hot at the closeness between you two. “i-i don’t think I’ve ever been this close to you.” ethan whispered.

you couldn’t take it anymore and leaned forward to capture his lips on your. ethan’s hand comes up to rest on you waist as your hand come up to his hair, raking through it. “fuck.” ethan groaned when he pulls away. “since day one I’ve had a crush on you.” he confesses and you look at him surprisingly.

“I’ve tried to hide it but I can’t get enough of you.” he didn’t even give you time to respond when he smashes his lips against yours with a moan. he then pulls away again to say something else, “and I’m sorry about that time with the volleyball and I’m also sorry about the time I-”

“- just kiss me, landry.” you cut him off with a lustful kiss. you run your fingers through his hair, earning the sinful sounds from him. while you were in the kiss, you trail your other hand to the flashlights that was next you and turned them off so no one could see you two were in there. the kiss started to get steamy as ethan started touching you more. “mm wait ethan, m’all sweaty.” you whined as ethan started to kiss down your neck. “I don’t care.” he says into your neck.

after a little while, you push him back to discard your shirt. “cute bra, but we won’t be needing it.” ethan says. you then unclip the back of your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. “there, happy?” you smirked at the look on ethan’s face, he looked like a kid in a candy store. “very.” he says before bringing his hands to your tits, massaging them. your head threw back in ecstasy. he then decided to take it up a notch and started sucking on your nipples, earning more sounds from you.

“fuck landry, i guess you could do more things with that mouth than talk sh-” he cuts you off, biting down in your nipple which made you squeal. “take your shorts off, y/n.” he says seriously. you were amused by his tone. “hmm no.” you smirked. ethan scoffed, knowing what you wanted. “you’re really going to make me beg?” you nodded with a smile.

“please y/n, please take off your shorts.” you let out an satisfied hum, lifting your hips to take off your shorts. ethan sucked in his breath when he saw your black lacy underwear. “take that off too.” he groaned when you hooked your finger under the band, pulling them down. ethan then pulls your legs apart to rest onto the table. you gasp when you feel his tongue run across your slit, sliding the flat of it over your clit before swirling around it. you try to do something with your thighs but he has you pinned.

“fucking hell, landry.” you whisper, not wanting to be too loud. your head shoots back as the coil in your stomach starts to get intense. you place your fingers through ethan’s hair, pulling it before he moans into your cunt. he pays extra attention to your clit, sucking and swirling on it. ethan then pulls away, not taking it anymore. “shit bend over.” ethan whines. you do what he says, hoping off the table and bending over it. you hear a buckle rattling as ethan takes off the dumb khakis they made the boys wear. you felt the head of his cock slip through you slit and into your cunt, stretching you out.

“shit landry, you never gave off big dick vibes but i stand corrected.” you moaned as ethan started thrusting at a good pace. he hiked your right leg on the table, making him go deeper. the coil in your stomach started to progressively increase as ethan’s speed increased. “shit.” he grit, clawing at your hips. ethan’s head leaned back with his eyes closed, he was in heaven. “fuck landry, m’gonna cum.” you warned before he increased his thrust, helping you get there. with a couple of fuckfuckfuck’s you came around him, breathing heavily. ethan was right behind you, thrusting like his life depended on it. “holy fuck.” he pulls out, cumming all over your back.

ethan helped you get off the table and kisses you, passionately. “maybe we should sneak out often and have some fun.” you smirked at him, batting your eyelashes. as ethan gets his clothes back on he replies with a nods then leaves to find something to clean the cum off your back.

from then on, you stopped hating him.

[harryforvogue]

a fic about harry and faye where faye needs to be picked up because it's snowed so bad and also she's feeling very very needy. has smut so be careful. or not. do whatever you like. DO leave feedback though or else i will fucking haunt you

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Faye calls Harry at around 6pm.

He’s asleep, his iPad abandoned by his side with the pen still between his fingertips. He doesn’t know what time he dozed off, but he’s got to thank Faye for the portable heater she bought him for Christmas. It’s magnificent.

Getting himself out of bed to reach for his phone is difficult. When he finally manages, the only thing that makes him pick up is Faye’s photo.

He brings it to his ear. “Hi, baby.”

Immediately, he can hear the frown in her voice. “Oh no. I woke you up.”

“It’s all right,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to sleep anyways. I’ll barely get a few hours at night if I nap now.” He brings his phone back to his bed and sits down. “What’s up?”

“Um, well I just finished rehearsals.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Got out early?”

“Yes, it’s snowing pretty bad now.”

“Mm, is it?” He forces himself to get back up and take a peek out his curtains. She’s right; the snow lays on the roads, flurries all around still. “You wanna stay on the phone with me until you get home?”

“That’s kind of the thing. I’ve been at this bus stop for 15 minutes and my app keeps saying the bus is about to come, but the roads aren’t properly cleared so I don’t think it’s coming.”

Harry frowns. “You’re outside?”

“Yeah. I walked to the stop, but it’s like a ghost town here. Nobody’s out driving. The buses may have all been canceled.”

“Oh shit. Are you wearing warm clothes? Gloves and all?”

“Yup.”

“Good. Which stop are you at today? I’ll come get you.”

There’s instant relief in her voice. “Thank you.” She tells him which stop and then sighs softly. “It’s not that cold which is good. I suppose I should sit down on the bench but there’s ice on it and I already slipped while walking here. My butt still hurts.”

Harry groans as he tugs his jacket on and grabs an extra beanie. He shoves his feet into his shoes and grabs his keys. “Don’t tell me that,” he says. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” Faye laughs. “I’m okay.”

“Think you can hold on for 15 minutes?”

“Yes, but Harry you have to drive safely, okay? The inner roads aren’t cleared at all.”

Harry sticks a piece of gum in his mouth. “Yeah, love, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Wanna stay on the phone with me?”

“Um, I would, but I can barely feel my fingers.”

Harry has to groan again. He’s outside now and thankfully his car isn’t looking too bad. He’ll still need to defrost it a bit. “Faye, you just told me you had gloves!”

“Whoops.”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up, but please try to get warm. Go into one of those shops nearby.”

“The only shop open near me is the chicken shop.”

“Go in there.”

“I don’t like the smell of chicken.”

“I must say that you are insanely difficult today.”

Faye giggles. “I’m not.” She must hear him turn his ignition on. “Okay, bye now. Drive safe.”

“I will.”

She hangs up. Harry has to step out of the car with his snow brush, pushing his way over to clean his windshields. He’s blasting the heat on the inside, and within ten minutes, he’s ready to go. When he gets back in his car, he’s muttering swears, trembling with the cold. “Not that cold, my ass.”

And Faye’s right. The inner roads are horrendous. He drives so below the speed limit, he may as well walk to get her. 15 minutes turn into 20 and by the time he’s pulling up to her bus stop, he’s very worried Faye may be a frozen block of ice. 

Faye wobbles her way over to the car, yanking the door open and all but throwing herself inside. She’s shivering so bad, Harry puts the car in park and reaches over the console to hug her tightly.

“For fuck’s sake, Faye,” he mutters, suppressing a shiver at her cold face pressed into his neck. “I told you to go into the shop!”

“If y-you made me wait any longer, I would have!”

“I drove as fast as I could.”

Harry turns the heat up higher and rubs her arms firmly, trying to get her tight muscles to relax. She’s wearing a winter jacket, yes, but her head is uncovered and she doesn’t even have a scarf. He pulls back to look at her, hoping there’s disappointment on his face. But Faye’s eyes just light up and then she’s lifting her head to get a kiss.

He can’t say no.

He cups her face and softly kisses her. Her lips are cold, but he can still taste the cherry chapstick as if she kept reapplying it every few minutes. She kisses him several more times, but when she places her frozen hands on his neck, he pulls away sharply.

“Faye!” He holds his neck as if wounded. “That’s so cold!”

Faye’s knees bounce. “Sorry!"

She doesn’t look sorry.

He grabs the beanie he’s brought her and throws it onto her head. Her bangs get caught on her forehead, momentarily blinding her, and she laughs, fixing the hat. Her black hair frames her cheeks. She reaches in for another kiss, but Harry stops her with a shake of his head.

“Get warm first. Or else you’ll get hypothermia and then I’ll have nobody to kiss.”

Faye says, “Wow you sound a lot like me.” She holds her trembling hands by the vents, shivering so bad, she’s compelled to make audible noises to show how cold she is, her jaw quivering. Harry starts driving the car again, and once he gets off the main street, he reaches for her hand and holds it in his lap.

“How were rehearsals?”

“Okay,” she says, shoulders shaking. “Maybe people couldn’t come in today because of the snow. I had to do, like, three roles.”

“Opening night is next month, right?”

“Yup. I got you your tickets.”

Harry kisses the back of her hand, squeezing her pale fingertips hard. She's painted her nails dark blue, he notices. “Thank you. Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s get something to eat then. I don’t have anything at home. Didn’t cook today.”

“Oh. Are we going to yours?”

“Yes.”

“Can I stay over?”

Harry smiles. “Yes.”

“Is Timmy home?”

“Nope.”

“Can we play that video game again?”

Harry sends her a look. “I thought you’d want to watch a movie or something.”

“Well, if you want to. But I had a lot of fun playing that game.”

“Yes, you were so good at it.”

She was not. Harry spent the entire night trying to save her, getting himself killed, and then yelling and begging her to stay alive until he could be revived. Faye had a lot of fun it seems, though Harry wouldn’t say it was a very productive night.

But, if she wants to do it, then they will.

“I feel like I’ll be better tonight,” Faye says, leaning forward to put her face against the air vent. Her eyes flutter shut. “We’ll get to the next level.”

“You mean level two.”

She laughs.

Harry’s pulling up to the take out shop they’ve agreed on when his phone goes off. He answers it on the car’s speakerphone.

“Yeah, mate?”

“Hey,” Timothée’s voice rings out. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m with Faye picking up food.”

“Oh cool. Hey, can you pick me up from the shop, man? My car’s fucking buried.”

Harry sighs. “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you off work?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll get you.”

“Cool, and hey–”

“Yeah?”

“Can you grab me some food? I’ll pay you back.”

Harry says, “I’ll think about it.”

There’s silence on the other line until Timmy says, “Faye?”

She leans in. “Yeah?”

“Can you make sure he gets me food? I’ll Venmo you right now.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks. Bye!” And then he hangs up.

Harry rubs his eye and then unbuckles his seat belt. Faye goes to do the same, but he stops her, shaking his head. “No, you need to stay warm.”

“I’m fine!”

“Nope.” He locks the car after opening his door and gives her a meaningful look. She watches him disappear into the shop.

When he comes back, he thinks she’s looking a lot better. The red in her cheeks has returned and she’s reapplying her chapstick without shaking fingers. He leans over and kisses her, pleased that her lips aren’t frozen anymore. Unexpectedly, she holds onto his collar and kisses him harder, and she doesn’t let him go until he’s chuckling against her lips and trying to pry away.

“What’s gotten into you?” he murmurs, peppering kisses down to her jaw. She shivers, but not from the cold this time.

“Just missed you.”

“Mm.” He kisses her cheek. “I missed you too.”

It’s a lot harder to drive after that, especially because Harry’s hand rests on Faye’s thigh, and she keeps playing with his fingers, occasionally pulling his hand up to kiss his palm. 

When they get to the shop, Timmy rushes into the car and slaps a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. This is great. Thanks. Hey, Faye.”

“Hi.”

“You’re coming over?”

“Yup.”

“Cool. Did you get me any food?”

“Yes we did.” She hands him the aux cord when he asks for it. They listen to his odd taste in music for the ride home.

Harry takes Faye up to his room when they get home. Timmy’s nearly falling asleep so he eats his food quietly and then heads to his own room with a reminder through the walls that he’d appreciate it if Harry and Faye kept it down.

Faye says, “I don’t know why he always says that,” as she’s climbing into Harry’s lap on his bed in his shirt only. He looks up at her, eyes shining, his hands resting just below her butt. She wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ve never been that loud.”

“I mean I certainly haven’t,” Harry teases, pulling her down onto his thighs.

“Me neither!”

“Sure.”

Faye can’t come up with a response, so she kisses him, and then turns around in his lap, back pressed to his warm, strong chest. He places his hand on her thigh, holding her to him. As he’s setting up the game, she reaches over and grabs his iPad, turning it on to see his latest sketch.

It’s a very daunting looking dragon with detailed wings and scales. She zooms in to see all of it, thoroughly impressed. “This is so cool, Harry!”

“Yeah? Thanks, baby. Had a client say she wanted a big dragon piece so I’ve been brainstorming.”

“Where does she want it?”

“Around her bicep.”

“It must hurt like crazy.”

Harry hooks his chin over her shoulder and hugs her tight to him. “Yeah, but as long as they’re happy with it, right?”

She turns her head to look at him with her devastatingly pretty eyes. “Have you done any cool ones this week?”

He makes a show of thinking really hard. “Did a decent snake two days ago.”

“Ooh. Will you post the pictures?”

“Yeah. Haven’t had the time to.”

Faye cradles his face and kisses his cheek. “I’ll be the first person to like it.”

“You always are,” he murmurs, tilting his head back so she can continue her kisses down his neck.

His eyes flutter shut as Faye’s hands run over his arms, gently pressing herself back against him. He feels her breath hitch.

“Faye,” he softly admonishes. “You said you wanted to play the game.” 

“It’s still loading,” she whispers back, shaking him off to be able to turn in his arms again. The force she kisses him with throws him off. He’s pushed back, hands flying out to steady himself against his mattress. She wraps her legs around him and kisses him breathless, her fingers trailing up the sides of his head and then burying themselves into his curls. She presses herself against him again, and then she gently licks at him. Harry welcomes her tongue when he parts his lips.

She kisses him like she hasn’t been kissed properly in years – which is simply untrue because he kisses her until she forgets her name on a routined basis. Faye presses herself even closer, and when the first whine leaves her throat, Harry’s arms are around her, dragging her hips against his. She sighs as if that small contact between them has caused her such release.

The TV makes a noise to tell them the game has finished loading. Faye’s mouth shows no signs of letting him up. Harry pulls up for a second to breathe, and then kisses her again, leaning into her with his hands spread out against her back. They stay there until he’s sliding his fingers under his shirt that she wears, slowly pushing her until she’s laying on her back and Harry’s hovering over her.

“The game,” he whispers.

“Hm?” she manages, rolling her hips against his again, her eyes both innocent and flirty.

He breathes out a swear and then works on pulling the shirt off of her. Faye shivers immediately, but he kisses down her neck and collarbones to warm her up, letting her adjust when she catches onto what he wants to do. She slides back and lets him move further down her body.

“Harry–”

“Yes, baby?”

She changes her mind when Harry’s fingers hook into her underwear. “Oh. Oh, nothing.”

“Tell me,” he says, dragging them down. 

“Well, it’s only that I thought I’d do this for you. Because you, um, picked me up and I wanted to thank you.”

Harry chuckles. “You can do that after this, but right now I have a feeling you’re going to explode if I don’t touch you. Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up? I fucked you so well just two days ago.”

Faye throws a hand over her eyes and Harry doesn’t know if it’s because she’s forced to answer his question while unclothed or if it’s his words that embarrass her. Possibly both.

“It’s because you came to get me and your voice was so deep and raspy and tired and your hand on my thigh and–”

Harry situates himself between her legs and lets her knees come up besides his head. He kisses her soft inner thighs and wraps his arms around them. Faye lifts her head to glance down at him and then moans softly when he licks into her. Slowly. Teasingly.

Her black hair is fanned out around her, her breath coming hard and fast. Her lips are parted, pink and swollen from their kisses. She looks ruined already. Harry will never get used to the sight. He never wants to.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head down. Her eyes flutter shut as Harry leans in and takes over completely, his skilled mouth ruthless against her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her down though she desperately raises herself to meet his mouth.

“Oh, I love you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into his hair. “So much.”

He sucks and licks and laps diligently until her back is gently arching off his mattress and she has to bite down on her knuckles to keep her noises in. Seeing her like this turns Harry on, his body on alert. He feels like every cell of his body has been electrified, but despite his arousal, all he wants is for Faye to fall apart against him.

It doesn’t take her long. Her thighs tremble. She cries out and yanks his hair. The pain is distant to him. Harry lets her use his tongue to ride out her high, and when she’s done, she’s whimpering from sensitivity. Harry only pulls away when she’s whining, “Ah, okay, okay, that’s it, please. No more.”

He grins at her, gently wiping the corners of his mouth. “Always so good for me.”

Faye covers her face. Harry helps her back into her clothes and then lays beside her until she’s ready to turn to him and kiss him. He kisses her hair. “My darling girl,” he whispers. “My baby. So perfect."

She’s straddling him before five minutes are up, her hands resting on his chest, hair falling like curtains around her flushed face. The strands hit Harry’s cheek. His hands are on her thighs again, and he’s smiling lazily at her.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, running his hand up to her waist. 

Faye swallows and grinds down on his length through his sweatpants. “My turn?”

“We can take a break if you w–”

“No,” she says immediately, fingers already pulling Harry’s shirt up. Her eyes hungrily take in every tattoo she slowly reveals. Harry lifts his head to pull the shirt off.

Faye seems to have something in mind already. So Harry just lets her undress him, enjoying the kisses she trails after her hands. She has plenty of energy, preferring to stay on top of him instead of switching back over. 

She works herself over him until she’s throwing her head back and nearly sobbing with relief. Harry watches the pleasure roll over her, her hands in tight fists against his chest. 

“I love you,” she says again, taking deep breaths when it’s over. Her face is a gentle pink, her chest flushed. “I love you so bad, Harry.”

Once he’s pulled out of her, he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her down to him, wrapping his arms around her tight. “I love you,” he says, kissing all over her face, wiping the corners of her eyes. “My pretty girl, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Spent, Faye lets him cuddle her, her face pressed against his neck. His body is warm and as comforting as always. He mutters how much he loves her several more times.

Some time later again, Faye raises her head from his chest and says in her scratchy voice, “Should we play now?”

And Harry kisses her and says, “Yes, baby.”

[xoxorealitygalore]

Twin Baby Surprise

Jey Uso x Black OC

Summary: Jasmine experiences severe abdominal cramps and is forced to call for an ambulance. While waiting for help, she lies down in bed, only to be shocked when she discovers a baby crowning between her legs. With no time to spare, her boyfriend’s son must step in to deliver the baby, which turns out to be twins.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the living room. Jasmine sat on the couch, attempting to relax after a long week of work. She’d planned to spend the afternoon quietly, maybe catching up on a few shows or reading, but her body had other plans.

The first sign of discomfort came as a dull ache in her lower abdomen. At first, she thought it was just indigestion or perhaps a sign that her period was approaching, but the pain grew steadily worse, sharper and insistent.

Jasmine pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to breathe through the cramps. They felt familiar, like menstrual cramps, but more intense. She shifted uncomfortably, hoping the sensation would pass, but instead, it only deepened, tightening around her like a vise.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 4 PM. Joshua had gone out with his twin brother, Jonathan, for a haircut, leaving Jasmine alone at the house with his 12-year-old son, Jeyce. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was happening. The cramps didn’t feel like anything she had experienced before. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, attempting to call Joshua, but the pain was so overwhelming she could barely focus.

Suddenly, the cramps intensified, bringing with them a wave of nausea. Jasmine staggered to her feet, clutching the couch for support. Something wasn’t right. She needed help.

“Jeyce!” she called out weakly, her voice shaky. She moved toward the hallway, but her legs felt like jelly beneath her. She stumbled, falling back onto the couch, gasping for breath as another wave of pain struck.

Jeyce appeared in the doorway, his phone pressed to his ear. He looked concerned, his brow furrowed as he glanced at her. “What’s wrong, Jasmine? You don’t look good.”

Jasmine tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat as a fresh contraction hit. Jeyce quickly called 911. Jasmine winced, clutching her stomach and letting out a soft moan. Jeyce, realizing something was seriously wrong, quickly pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Operator, I need an ambulance,” he said, his voice calm despite the rising panic in his eyes. “My dad’s girlfriend is in pain. She looks really sick.”

He listened to the operator’s instructions, nodding as he repeated the details of their location. Jasmine’s breath came in shallow gasps, and she struggled to sit up. “I… I don’t think I can wait,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jeyce’s eyes darted between her and the phone. He could hear the calm instructions from the operator, but he couldn’t focus on them. Something felt wrong—this wasn’t just a stomachache. The pain seemed to build, like an unstoppable force pressing down on her. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but everything was happening too fast.

“Jasmine, do you want to lie down?” Jeyce asked gently, moving to her side. He was still holding the phone, but the urgency in her voice made him shift into action.

She nodded, her eyes wide with fear, and Jeyce helped her to her feet. With his support, she managed to make her way to the bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed, her breath quickening with every passing second. The room felt too hot, the air thick with panic, but she couldn’t control the sensations racing through her body.

“Just breathe, Jasmine,” Jeyce said, his voice steady as he tried to offer comfort. He didn’t know what else to do but follow the operator’s directions to the best of his ability. The calm tone in the operator’s voice only seemed to heighten the sense of urgency within him.

But as Jeyce stood by her side, Jasmine’s gaze shifted downward. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized something was happening that she couldn’t explain. Between her legs, a dark shape was emerging, a faint pressure she hadn’t felt before. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as the realization slammed into her like a freight train.

“Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What… what is happening to me?”

Her body responded on its own as if some primal instinct had taken over. The pressure between her legs grew, and she instinctively placed a hand there, feeling the unmistakable sensation of a baby crowning. Jasmine’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief.

No. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t pregnant. She wasn’t prepared for this.

“Jeyce,” she gasped, trying to form words as she reached out to him, her hand trembling. “There’s… a baby is coming.”

Jeyce’s face went pale as he looked down, his eyes locking onto the sight of the baby’s head emerging between her legs. His mind was racing. He had never seen anything like this. He didn’t know what to do. He was just a kid.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” he whispered to himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could process everything, Jasmine let out a pained cry as another contraction rippled through her. Jeyce’s instincts kicked in, and he immediately crouched down beside the bed, his hands trembling as he reached for the towels nearby. His gaze shifted between Jasmine’s face and the baby emerging from her body.

“Jasmine, just keep breathing,” he said, trying to steady his own breathing as he wiped his hands on the towel. “I’m going to help you. Just stay calm.”

Jasmine’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as the next contraction hit. With a deep, guttural push, the baby’s head fully emerged, followed by the shoulders, and then—finally—the tiny body slipped free, into Jeyce’s waiting hands. He gasped, staring at the small, fragile figure in his hands. The baby let out a soft cry, a sound that echoed through the room.

For a moment, Jeyce was paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. His heart was racing in his chest, but he knew he couldn’t waste any time. He gently wrapped the baby in the towels, trying to keep her warm and comfortable. As he looked down at the tiny, squirming baby girl in his arms, he felt a surge of responsibility he couldn’t explain.

“Jasmine, it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You did it. The baby’s here.”

But Jasmine wasn’t done. Another contraction tore through her body, and she gasped, her face contorting with pain.

“There’s another one,” she whispered in disbelief. “There’s another baby…”

Jeyce’s eyes widened. Two babies. Twin babies. The reality of the situation began to settle in. He couldn’t just sit there and wait for someone else to come. He had to act. He had no choice.

“Just breathe, Jasmine,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice steady as he watched her push again. The second baby came quickly, sliding into his hands just as easily as the first. He quickly wrapped the second baby in a towel, glancing between the two tiny girls in his arms.

Jasmine collapsed back onto the bed, her body trembling with exhaustion, her chest heaving. The pain had subsided for now, but she was still in shock. Twin girls. Twins. How was this even possible?

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, and Jeyce’s breath caught in his throat. They were coming. Help was on the way. But for now, he was the one who had delivered them.

Minutes later, Joshua burst through the door, panic and confusion on his face. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Jasmine, lying exhausted in bed with the two newborn babies in her arms. Jeyce stood beside the bed, his phone in hand, snapping pictures of the scene.

“What the hell?” Joshua whispered, his voice shaking as he approached the bed. He glanced between Jasmine and Jeyce, the overwhelming realization dawning on him.

“Dad, I… I delivered them,” Jeyce said, his voice soft but filled with pride. “I named them. Jamari and Jamya.”

Joshua’s heart swelled with emotion. “Jeyce…” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for looking after Jasmine. And your baby sisters.”

Jonathan entered the room behind Joshua, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the two tiny girls in Jasmine’s arms. He stepped forward, his face filled with astonishment.

“Twin nieces?” Jonathan asked disbelief in his voice.

Jeyce nodded, his smile growing wider. “Yeah. Twin girls. Jamari and Jamya.”

Jonathan immediately pulled out his phone, eager to share the news. “Everyone needs to know. Our family is going to flip out when they hear this!”

As the family gathered around, Jasmine felt a warmth she hadn’t expected—a feeling of safety and love, even in the chaos. The twins were finally here, and despite the shock and the surprise, everything was going to be alright.

She smiled softly as she looked down at the two tiny faces in her arms. Jamari and Jamya—her daughters, their arrival was unexpected but now the greatest blessing of her life.

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jasminetheannouncer Unexpected blessings 💕 Two little miracles arrived today—Jamari & Jamya. Feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. 💖👶👶 #Twins #NewBeginnings #Miracles #Blessed

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[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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Taglist: @stupendousnightmaretrash @opheliaas-stuff

[saber-monet]

[faceclaimsity]

[haunted-planes]

Some train facts that may help for your living train oc:

(From a dude who is a train mechanic and casually drives subways and city trains for years.)

Trains eat a lot of sand, some prefer mixtures with oil and other minerals but no matter what train you choose for your oc, sand is a crucial substitute for a healthy and happy train.

Rails are lubed by trains. The more trains drive on the same track the smoother the ride. (Fun idea if you wanna follow a train’s traces.)

Trains, including electric trains require a variety of oil, lubes, fluids and other liquids to operate. (Fun ideas for food or cosmetics products for trains. Fr, some materials look so freaking delicious)

Sudden and fast movements are painful for trains and can bend trails. Trains are powerful but they need more time to build up speed.

Subway trains have a burning hatred for pigeons. The amount of dead pigeons in tunnels is INSANE, despite all efforts to stop them from entering tunnels, pigeons are very passionate about flying into their dead trap.

The newest generation of trains panic about little intervention. Very anxious and scream at lot (at the driver)

All trains have graffiti on them. If it’s not outside then it’s on the inside.

Street trains or bims are like chihuahuas in my eyes. They may be small but they are thought and ready to fight anyone.

Modern Trains have several cameras inside and outside, they can see all around their body or what their passengers are up to.

Some trains are whiny bitches and constantly need service while others never complain about anything for years. (There is a fucked up reason for that but that’s a deep rabbit hole I won’t go into the details)

You don’t want to meet train drivers, they’re insane.

You absolutely don’t want to meet subway drivers, they’re insane beyond measure.

Trains honk at everything that’s near their trails.

Trains are surprisingly quiet while moving on trails. They can take you by surprise. (They did many times) Please stay away from trails.

Stopping a train is difficult, it’s nothing like a car or truck, When they arrive into a station, trains hit their brakes way before they can see the station. That’s why trains can’t stop in time when there is an obstacle on the rails.

All trains have ONE head. Most modern trains rear and front end look exactly the same, both ends have cockpits with very similar controls but their main controls are located on the head. They look like that to confuse predators.

This is optional but it makes sense to me that trains are very sensitive about their rails, they treat them like it’s part of their body, especially the ones in their region and base. You can’t compare them like cars on the road, it’s a completely different dynamic for trains.

That’s all for now, I started writing this in July and collected ideas over the months from my personal experience with driving and fixing trains. I will probably do a part 2 since I still have a lot to learn. You should be able to look up everything on the internet.

Feel free to add your own ideas below.

[hazzelle-kento]

‘Deuces.’ 💕

[floredaqueen]

𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓 18+

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲.. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨...

♡︎᪥☾︎ ❤︎ ☽︎᪥♡︎

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤.

𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.

"...𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨��𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦.

"𝐂𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐦𝐞.."

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐈𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭.

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲..?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭–" 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝.

"𝐍-𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐨!" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

"𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.."

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 on 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❤︎

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥! ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕!♡

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Got reminded of the post that said something like "the existence of ice cream in WoC implies that milk exists there"

Can't find any sources abt how tall would a Firehawk be with the extended landing gear so this wasn't scaled properly 😔

[zafrinaxyz]

secret hideaway

[harryforvogue]

happy may the fourth LMFAOAOAOOAOAOAOAOAO sorry this is more than a month late and sorry for the horrendously rushed sex scene. i am bad at smut now <3 2.1k

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Harry looks down at the notecards, his dinner abandoned besides his hands. He flips through a few of the cards while Yasmine slurps obnoxiously on her pasta to get him to scowl at her, but he’s too captivated by his extreme nerd behavior. Honestly, it’s embarrassing for him.

He finally settles on a card and clears his throat. “What is the name of Leia and Han’s child?”

“Oh,” Yasmine mumbles as she swallows. “Um, the hot guy.”

Harry gives her a weird look. “He’s not hot, but sure.”

“I mean, from a certain angle,” she says. “I don’t need to explain the appeal of Adam Driver to you, nerd.”

“Er, okay. What’s his name?”

“Kyle.”

Harry stares at her for a second before he puts the note cards down and scrubs his face with his hands. “No, his name is not Kyle!”

“I know it’s not! It’s Kylo. But I always think it’s Kyle so my brain goes to Kylo next because I know everyone has weird ass names in Star Wars.”

“Don’t say Kyle next time! That’ll be a deduction!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“I can tell you didn’t study my notes!”

“Your nerd notes? Yeah I didn't! I had better things to do!”

Harry pulls his hands away from his now red face. “Like what?”

“Like making the dinner you’ve not even thanked me for!” Yasmine snaps.

Harry blinks. He glances at his dinner and then murmurs an apology, abandoning his cards behind to eat his food. “Thank you.”

“Shut up.”

He sighs and continues eating. 

Yasmine only stays mad for two minutes. Then, she’s talking. “My costume came in yesterday by the way. Are we still doing the secret thing?”

“Yeah,” Harry says. “And don’t feel stupid about dressing up, alright? Think of it as Halloween.”

“Nerd Halloween,” Yasmine mutters.

Harry looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel. “You’ve called me a nerd three times already.” He takes a deep breath. “Which outfit of Padme’s did you pick?”

“Padme? I’m going as Chewbacca.”

“Hilarious.” 

Harry stands up with his plate and walks over to the other side of the table, sitting beside her. 

Yasmine looks at him. “Why did you move?”

“To be closer to you?”

“Oh.”

Harry throws an arm over her shoulder. “Am I not romantic enough? Yasmine, I swear you act like I’ve never touched you by the way you act sometimes.”

She scoots her chair closer to him. “Untrue.”

He raises his hand to gently caress her cheek. Yasmine turns her head to bite his finger.

“See?” Harry sighs, prying his finger away. “Be normal.”

“I can’t be. I have a nerd boyfriend who likes to touch me too much.” Yasmine brightens. “And you’ll touch me a lot more when you see my dress for tomorrow.”

Harry’s wiping his finger. “Which one did you pick? The one from Attack of the Clones?”

“Um.”

“The second movie.”

“Er.”

“The white one.” Harry drops his head to the table, groaning. “Oh we’re never going to win tomorrow.”

“You should just take one of your other nerd friends, Harry. I know you want that Lego Star Command–”

Harry groans louder. “Star Destroyer.”

“--whatever. I know you want it so maybe you should take someone else.”

He turns his head to glance at her. He takes a deep breath and then sits up, letting the color drain from his face. “No. It’ll be fun.”

“You’re going to yell at me.”

“Lovingly.”

“I’ll bite your head off.”

“Lovingly?” Harry asks weakly.

“No.”

“Anyways. Is it the white dress?”

“The one that’s ripped around the stomach? No.”

Harry looks very interested then. He slides closer. “The black one?”

“No.”

“The blue one?”

“Yes. Which one are you thinking of?”

“The one that looks like a nightgown.”

“No,” Yasmine says thoughtfully. “Maybe I should have done that. Mine is the other one.”

“Yasmine, Padme wear blue a lot.”

“Do you want to see it?”

Harry pauses. Yasmine can tell that he’s going through all the outfits Padme has ever worn that are blue. He comes to the same conclusion as she did days ago when looking for an outfit: the blue ones are the sexy ones. 

His eyes narrow. “Show me yours if I show you mine?”

“Deal.”

Harry stands first. He takes their empty dinner plates to the kitchen and then goes to their room to bring out the two packages of outfits. He tosses Yasmine hers and then proceeds to bring her to the livingroom to open them together.

They decided early on they’d wear a couple costume: Anakin and Padme.

(Yasmine secretly hoped Harry would wear the whole Darth Vader suit with the helmet, but that’s something to unpack at a later time.)

Harry pulls out the Anakin costume, holding it to his body. “Hope it fits.”

Yasmine imagines him in it, the pants sticking wonderfully to his thighs, his hand grasping a large lightsaber. 

“Go put it on.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “You put yours on too.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

They stare at each other before Yasmine grabs her outfit and goes to the bathroom.

When she returns, Harry’s changed into his as well, swinging around a red lightsaber expertly.

“Oh,” Yasmine says, stopping in her tracks.

“Fuck,” Harry says at the same time.

The outfit fits him so well. As expected, the pants are tight around his upper thighs, but Harry’s just gifted in that department, so it’s normal. Still. He looks mouthwateringly…well, hot.

He’s got sort of a wild look in his eye at the sight of her. With narrowed eyes, he walks backwards until he sits on the couch, holding his hand out.

Yasmine shuffles close, unused to the dress. It’s a bit too long on her.

“Wow.”

Yasmine takes his hand. His fingers trail up to her wrist.

It’s too quiet in here. 

His other hand raises.

He runs his fingers over her bare stomach. The top is just short enough to land by her sternum, leaving a few pairs of ribs exposed. She shivers at his touch and when she goes to move away instinctively, he grabs her wrist.

Yasmine fidgets under his gaze. “I hate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Harry murmurs.

“Look at me.”

“You hate it when I look at you?”

“Yes.”

Harry tightens his hand on Yasmine’s wrist. “Get used to it.” Then he yanks her closer. Pulls her into his lap. “You are beautiful. I could stare at you all day long.”

“It’s just the dress.”

He laughs, just inches away from her skin. Fire erupts in her stomach. “No. Definitely not just the dress.”

Yasmine shudders as Harry leans in to kiss her neck. Her fingers tremble when she clutches his hair, staring up at the ceiling. Pleasure runs through her, landing between her legs.

She loves when Harry gets like this: so desperate to have her close, hands grabbing without a care of how rough he’s being. All he knows is that he wants her body attached to his. And it’s incredibly enticing how he shows it. He tilts his head back so that she can reach his lips. Her fingers plunge into the soft wilds of his messy, shoulder length hair. He hums and kisses her back, hard.

The dark color looks so good on him. He’s long known that black and brown look especially good on him (and Yasmine reminds him of this often to ensure he’s continuing to fill his closet with those colors). Seeing him in this outfit…Yasmine supposes she’s the nerd as well now.

She hardly cares.

With a soft maneuver, she presses herself against his growing bulge. Harry groans softly, detaching his mouth from hers. She grasps his hair tighter. His lips trail down to her neck again where he buries his face and grabs her waist. No matter how many times he makes that noise, it always sends her on a downward spiral.

“Harry,” she whispers, rocking herself against him now. His fingers grip her waist.

“Yes, baby?”

And his voice! His breathy, desperate voice.

“I wanna do something.”

“Yeah, let’s go upstairs.”

But the mere thought of going upstairs – the mere thought of parting from Harry long enough to make it there – threatens to disrupt whatever they have going on. So Yasmine slides away from Harry, but before he can stand, she sits before him on her knees.

Harry freezes.

Yasmine reaches for the sole button on his trousers.

“Oh,” Harry says. “Fuck.”

Yasmine touches her wrists in hopes of finding a hair tie there, but when she finds none, she frowns deeply up at him. Harry shakes his head and carefully pulls her hair up into a makeshift ponytail, making sure all her curtain bangs are out of her face. “I’ve got it, Yas.”

“Thanks,” she whispers, though she feels silly afterwards.

“Yeah.”

Harry lifts his hips long enough for Yasmine to get him out of the trousers. She scoots closer so that she can get his boxer briefs off as well. Harry’s hold on her hair tightens. She reaches out to wrap her fingers around him, giving him a long stroke.

“Fuck,” Harry murmurs. It’s music to Yasmine’s ears. She strokes him again, bringing him to full hardness. There’s a soft flush on Harry’s neck and face, and his thighs are tense. Oh how she loves his thighs.

She loves them enough that before she wraps her mouth around him, she bends down to kiss his thighs. 

She glances up at him as she does, enjoying the small twist of his lips when he looks back down at her. Now, she doesn’t mind his gaze. Because despite the implications, Harry is most certainly not in charge right now. She is.

After biting down on his thigh – just to hear his sharp hiss – Yasmine opens her mouth and takes him in.

His thighs tighten even more. 

Yasmine presses her tongue against him. Harry’s fingers grip her hair when she sucks gently at his tip. 

“Fuck,” Harry whispers, tilting his head back. “Fuck me.”

Yasmine’s stomach flutters. She watches him, enjoying the rise of his chest, the strain of his neck with the beautiful vein protruding every so often. Harry’s head turns to look down at her suddenly, hips rising just barely to meet her mouth.

He gives her a look.

She nods.

He blows air from his mouth and gently thrusts into her mouth, careful and soft despite the firm grip on her hair.

“If I’d known,” he murmurs, “that you’d get like this, I’d have tried the outfit on even sooner.”

Yasmine gasps softly as she pulls off of him. “It’s not only the outfit.”

He laughs, wiping the corner of her lips, which should be damn well embarrassing or weird, but neither of them seem to care. She wraps her mouth around him again, cutting off his laughter with a groan.

After a few moments, her dress begins to slip from her shoulders. Harry’s eyes catch the movement right away and his hips stutter. She’d make a joke but there are more concerning matters presently. Having been with him for a long time, Yasmine knows exactly what he likes: how she should use her tongue, her hands, her eyes that blink up at him all pretty.

“So pretty,” Harry mumbles, on cue. She feels him run his thumb over her cheek as if there’s something to be endeared about right now.

Just before he’s about to come, Harry pulls on her hair and gets her to pull off so he could bend down and kiss her mouth, and then let her tug on him.

“Not on the dress please,” Yasmine says, voice shot.

“I’ll try, baby.”

He manages quite well actually, especially with Yasmine’s effort to move out of the way, letting him spill over her hand instead. His desperate whimpers keep Yasmine’s eyes glued to him.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Harry protests softly when her hand keeps moving over him. “That’s enough.”

Grinning, Yasmine fixes her dress and grabs a few tissues from the coffee table to wipe her hand.

“Maybe instead of going to the trivia night, we can do more of this tomorrow.”

“Mm,” Harry hums, still catching his breath. “Not a chance.”

“Oh come on. This is so much more fun!”

He tucks himself back in and holds his hand out, making her climb into his lap. “No.”

“You’re such a –”

“Nerd?” He laughs, grabbing the back of her neck. “I am.” And then he kisses her slowly, clearly having no issue with what they’ve just done. “Thank you.”

Yasmine hopes her face accurately portrays the glare she thinks she’s putting on. Harry’s eyes are soft and filled with love – but that’s entirely unhelpful because they always are. 

“Just don’t break up with me when I say that Han Solo is Luke’s father.”

Harry holds her tighter. “I’ll try not to.” Then he grabs her waist, pulling her to him. He stands easily, keeping her balanced on him, her legs tight about his torso. “Come on. I’ve got a favor to repay. And the dress stays on, understood?”

Yasmine shivers, despite herself. "Understood."