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28harryssunflower · 3 days ago

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It was always you

“You know, I think I’m actually cursed.”

Harry barely looked up from his phone as you flopped onto his bed with a dramatic sigh, burying your face in his pillow. “Yeah?” he said lazily. “What kind of curse we talking about? Eternal clumsiness? Never getting the last slice of pizza?”

You groaned and threw a pillow at him, which he dodged effortlessly. “No, you idiot. A love curse.”

That got his attention. He smirked, locking his phone and tossing it onto his nightstand. “Oh, this could be good. Go on, then. Tell me about your tragic, love-deprived existence.”

“I’m serious, Harry!” You sat up, hugging the pillow to your chest. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never even had my first kiss. Meanwhile, you’re out here hooking up with a new girl every week like it’s your part-time job.”

“Full-time, actually,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes but continued. “I just… I want someone to love me, you know? Someone who looks at me and thinks, ‘Yeah, she’s the one I want.’”

Harry watched you for a moment, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. Then, with his usual smugness, he leaned back against the headboard and stretched out his arms. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve already got me. No need to search any further.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” he grinned, opening his arms invitingly. “Come on, I’ll even cuddle you, since you’re always so lonely.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”

You flipped him off but, despite your protests, you eventually curled up against his side, sighing softly as his warmth surrounded you. It was familiar. Comforting. Safe.

But safety wasn’t love.

And that was the problem.

So when you finally got a boyfriend, you were ecstatic.

Harry had been just as excited for you at first, grinning as you rambled on about your dates, about how sweet your boyfriend was, about how it felt to finally be wanted.

But slowly, things started changing.

It started with little things - canceling plans last-minute, leaving his messages on read. Then, you started avoiding him altogether, barely sparing him a glance in the halls. When he tried to talk to you, your boyfriend would pull you away, whispering something in your ear that made you frown but ultimately follow him without a second thought.

The worst part was, you didn’t even seem to realize what was happening.

And then you forgot his birthday.

Harry spent the entire day pretending not to care, but he did. God, he did. His mum had even asked why you weren’t there - because you were always there. But he just muttered something about you being busy, shrugged off her concerned look, and spent the rest of the day staring at his phone, waiting for a text that never came.

But he didn’t go to your house to confront you. He didn’t text you. He didn’t call you.

This time, he just let it go.

By Monday, he didn’t even bother trying anymore.

You were his only friend - had always been his only friend. Without you, he was alone.

So he leaned into it.

He walked through the halls with his hood up, earphones in, ignoring everything and everyone. He leaned against his locker alone, scrolling through his phone. He was just another body in the hallways now, and maybe that was fine.

Until he heard the laughter.

Harry didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

Your boyfriend and his friends stood at the other end of the hallway, their laughter carrying over the dull roar of students. He was pointing at Harry, smirking as he whispered something to his friends.

Harry clenched his jaw and slammed his locker shut. He wasn’t in the mood for this.

But, of course, your boyfriend had other plans.

“Oi, loser!”

Harry exhaled slowly through his nose but didn’t respond.

“You deaf too?” Another voice chimed in - one of his friends, probably. “Or just fucking pathetic?”

Harry gritted his teeth, gripping the strap of his bag. Just walk away.

But then your boyfriend stepped in front of him.

“You know, it’s sad, really,” he sneered. “You following her around all these years like a lost puppy. Guess she finally got tired of your pathetic ass.”

Harry’s fists curled.

“What?” Your boyfriend smirked. “Nothing to say?” He shoved Harry’s shoulder, making him stumble back a step. “No comeback, huh? Figures. You were always just a waste of space-“

Harry swung.

His fist connected with your boyfriend’s jaw, sending him staggering back. But before Harry could do anything else, hands grabbed him from behind, shoving him hard against the lockers.

And then the punches started.

One to his stomach. Another to his ribs.

A fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head to the side.

A knee to his gut knocked the air from his lungs, and suddenly, he was on the ground.

More kicks. More fists.

Blood filled his mouth. His vision blurred. His head spun.

And then he heard your voice.

“Harry?!”

The beating stopped instantly.

You pushed through the crowd, your heart stopping when you saw him.

Harry was barely breathing, blood smeared across his face, his lip split, bruises already forming along his jaw. His arms trembled as he tried, and failed, to push himself up.

Your chest tightened, tears blurring your vision as you shoved your boyfriend out of the way and dropped to your knees beside Harry.

“Oh my god,” you choked out, cradling his face in your hands. “Harry, stay with me, okay? Don’t fall asleep. Just- just keep your eyes open.”

He groaned, barely conscious.

You snapped your head up, looking at the crowd. “Someone call a fucking ambulance!”

No one moved.

“Now!”

Finally, someone fumbled for their phone.

Your boyfriend scoffed behind you. “Why are you wasting your time? He’s a loser.”

Then he reached for you.

The second his hand touched your arm, you whipped around, eyes blazing.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you prick.”

He blinked. “What?”

You shot up to your feet, shoving him back. “It’s over.”

He laughed. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic-“

“Piss off!” you screamed, voice breaking. “Get the fuck away from me!”

A few teachers finally arrived, pushing through the crowd. Someone pulled your boyfriend back, while another crouched next to Harry, checking his breathing.

Minutes later, sirens blared outside.

You held Harry’s hand the entire way to the hospital, whispering apologies through your tears, telling him to just stay awake, that you were so, so sorry.

He squeezed your hand weakly. “Told you… you don’t need… anyone else.”

A broken sob left your lips. “Shut up, idiot.”

When his parents arrived, you barely got the words out before breaking down entirely, burying your face in Anne’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed. “It’s all my fault.”

Anne just held you tighter. “Oh, sweetheart.”

You didn’t leave Harry’s side. Not for a second.

Because maybe love had been right in front of you all along.

The hospital room was too bright, too sterile, too quiet except for the steady beep of Harry’s heart monitor.

You sat beside his bed, gripping his hand tightly, even though he was barely conscious. The sight of him like this - bruised, battered, barely able to open his eyes - made your chest ache with guilt.

You had let this happen.

And you weren’t leaving him again.

“I want a second bed in his room.”

The nurse blinked at you, glancing between you and Harry’s sleeping form. “I’m sorry, but only family members-“

“I don’t care,” you cut in, voice shaking but firm. “I’m not leaving him.”

The nurse hesitated, clearly torn, but then she sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

That night, they wheeled in a second bed for you.

It was small, uncomfortable, and cold, but you didn’t care. It was close enough to Harry. That’s all that mattered.

You barely slept.

Every time he shifted, every time he let out the faintest groan of pain, you were up, adjusting his pillows, checking his IV, making sure he had everything he needed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, his hand found yours.

“You’re still here?” he mumbled, voice hoarse, eyes barely open.

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips quirked up just slightly, the ghost of a smile. “Good.”

And then he fell back asleep, his fingers still loosely wrapped around yours.

The hospital stay lasted a week.

A week of helping him sit up when his ribs hurt too much. A week of spoon-feeding him shitty hospital food because he was too drugged-up to do it himself. A week of pretending not to cry when the doctors explained how much pain he’d be in for the next few months.

A week of never leaving his side.

By the time he was discharged, you had practically memorized his breathing patterns, the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was uncomfortable, the way he clung to your hand every time he fell asleep.

And despite everything, despite the pain, despite the bruises, despite the way you had abandoned him for so long - he still wanted you there.

You didn’t understand it.

But you weren’t about to question it.

The first night at his house was rough.

He could barely move, every breath sending a sharp pain through his ribs. You helped him get into bed, carefully adjusting his pillows, setting his pain meds and water on the nightstand.

“You really don’t have to-“

“Yes, I do.”

He looked at you for a long moment, then sighed. “Alright, Nurse Bossy.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Shut up and take your meds.”

He did. But when he winced, shifting slightly, you immediately reached for him, helping him lean back.

His gaze softened. “You’re gonna take care of me, huh?”

You swallowed. “Of course I am.”

Harry studied your face, something unreadable in his expression. “Even after everything?”

Guilt twisted in your chest. “I don’t understand how you can even look at me after what I did,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

He exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing against yours. “Because you’re you.”

You blinked at him, eyes stinging. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Harry tilted his head slightly. “That’s not for you to decide, is it?”

Your breath hitched.

After a moment, you sighed and carefully curled up beside him, resting your head on his good shoulder.

“I’m still sorry,” you murmured.

“I know,” he whispered. “But you’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

The next few weeks changed everything.

You never left his side. Every morning, you helped him sit up, made him food, made sure he took his meds. You helped him shower, helped him dress, even sat through hours of shitty reality TV just to keep him entertained.

And through it all, Harry changed too.

Gone was the playboy who hooked up with someone new every weekend. Gone was the smug flirt who never took anything seriously.

He still joked around, still teased you endlessly, still acted like the Harry you had known your whole life. But something was different.

He wasn’t looking for anyone else anymore.

Because he already had you.

Neither of you spent a single night alone after that.

If he wasn’t staying over at your place, you were at his. You always shared a bed, sometimes he stayed up late watching movies while you fell asleep against his shoulder.

But no matter what, you were together.

Always.

One night, weeks after everything, he traced lazy patterns on your arm as you lay curled up beside him.

“You’re really never leaving me again, huh?”

You swallowed. “Never.”

He exhaled, pulling you a little closer.

“Good.”

If anyone had told you a year ago that you and Harry would end up like this - tangled together every night, inseparable, happy - you would have laughed in their face.

But now, lying in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, his lips brushing lazily over the top of your head as he mumbled half-asleep nonsense, you couldn’t imagine life any other way.

Everything was just… good.

Better than good.

Perfect.

School was different now.

Where Harry used to be surrounded by girls hanging off his every word, he was now only ever with you. He still had his cocky smirk, still joked around with his old friends, but when it came down to it, he only had eyes for you.

And he made sure everyone knew it.

Whether it was his arm slung over your shoulder in the halls, the way he pulled you into his lap when you sat with him at lunch, or the way he casually shut down any girl who so much as batted her eyelashes at him - it was clear.

Harry Styles was taken.

And he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“My girlfriend’s actually the smartest person in this school,” he’d brag to your teachers when you aced a test.

“My girl made the best fucking pancakes this morning,” he’d tell his friends, even though he had literally helped you burn them.

“My girl,” he called you. All the time. And you secretly loved it.

You rolled your eyes at his antics, but every time, you’d find yourself blushing, hiding your smile as he grinned at you like you were his entire world.

Because, well… you were.

Your families were just as obsessed with your relationship as Harry was.

Anne had always loved you like a second daughter, but now that you were officially dating her son, she took it to a whole new level.

“I knew it,” she’d say every time she saw you two cuddled up on the couch. “Knew you’d end up together. Should’ve placed a bet.”

Harry groaned. “Mum-“

“You two were practically married as kids anyway,” she continued, waving him off. “Might as well make it official.”

You laughed. “We’re still in high school, Anne.”

She just shrugged. “You’ll get there.”

Your own parents weren’t any better.

Your mom practically beamed every time Harry walked through the door, already treating him like a son. Your dad had been a little skeptical at first (probably remembering Harry’s less-than-stellar reputation), but after seeing how much he adored you, he came around quickly.

“Just take care of her,” your dad had told him one evening, clapping a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry had looked him dead in the eye and said, “Always.”

That had been the moment your dad fully accepted him.

From then on, family dinners turned into “future planning sessions,” where your parents and his would casually drop comments like, “When you two get married,” and “Your future kids are going to be adorable.”

You’d groan and hide your face in your hands while Harry just smirked, clearly enjoying it.

“You hear that, love?” he teased one night as you lay in his bed, scrolling through your phone while he played with your fingers. “They want grandkids.”

You shot him a look. “You’re literally seventeen.”

He shrugged. “So? You think they’re wrong?”

You sighed, setting your phone down to look at him properly. “Do you?”

Harry didn’t answer right away. He just studied your face, eyes soft, thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

Then he smirked. “Nah, they’re definitely right.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. “Idiot.”

He just laughed and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You love me.”

You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

But he knew the truth.

And so did you.

Being with Harry felt like breathing - natural, effortless, something you didn’t even have to think about.

When you were alone with him, the rest of the world disappeared.

No teasing from your families about marriage and grandkids. No whispers at school about how Harry Styles finally settled down. No past mistakes, no guilt, no fears.

Just him. Just you. Just this.

Nights at his house were your favorite.

It usually started with a lazy movie night, where Harry would let you pick something - though he always found a way to distract you before the ending. Sometimes with kisses pressed against your jaw, other times by burying his face in your neck and mumbling about how you smell so good, love, what is that? until you finally gave in and let him pull you into his arms.

You always ended up in his bed, tangled together, legs hooked over his, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced slow circles on your back.

Harry loved to touch you.

Not in a desperate, needy way - though, let’s be honest, sometimes it was that too - but in a constant way.

His hands were always on you, even in the smallest ways. His fingers brushing over your knuckles when you walked side by side. His palm resting on your thigh when you sat next to him. His lips pressing against your temple whenever you leaned against him.

And when you were alone, when it was just the two of you wrapped up in his sheets, his touch was even softer.

He’d run his fingers through your hair, whispering little nothings, sometimes teasing, sometimes serious.

“Gonna marry you one day,” he murmured one night, voice heavy with sleep.

You huffed, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his stomach. “You’re obsessed with me.”

Harry chuckled, shifting so he could press a kiss to your forehead. “Obviously.”

You smiled against his skin, feeling his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

This was home.

Mornings slow and filled with warmth.

Harry was not a morning person. He liked to stay in bed as long as possible, groaning dramatically whenever you tried to move.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled one morning, voice muffled against your shoulder.

“I have to pee.”

“Pee later.”

“That’s not how it works, idiot.”

Harry groaned, tightening his grip on you. “Fine. But you’re coming back.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, kissing his cheek before slipping out of bed.

When you returned, he had stolen your pillow, hugging it to his chest like some sort of oversized teddy bear.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, crawling back in beside him.

“Mm.” He tossed the pillow aside, pulling you into his arms instead. “Better.”

You let him be clingy, let him tuck his face into your neck, let him hold you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

Afternoons spent doing absolutely nothing and everything at the same time.

Some days, you stayed in bed all day, wrapped up in each other, talking about everything.

Harry loved to ask questions.

What’s your happiest memory?

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

If we were stranded on an island, would you eat me or let me eat you first?

(You didn’t dignify that last one with a response.)

Other days, he’d convince you to go on little adventures with him - late-night drives with the windows down, ice cream runs even when it was freezing outside, sneaking into the neighborhood pool just to float on your backs and stare at the stars.

Everything was better with him.

Even the boring, ordinary moments.

Some nights, you didn’t sleep at all.

You’d stay up talking, whispering under the covers like kids sharing secrets.

One night, after hours of just being with each other, Harry tilted your chin up, eyes soft in the dim light of his bedroom.

“I never really knew what love was,” he admitted. “Not before you.”

Your breath caught. “Harry…”

He swallowed, his fingers brushing over your cheek. “I know I’ve said a lot of stupid shit in the past, and I know I was a dick before, but I-“ He exhaled sharply. “I love you. You know that?”

You stared at him, heart swelling in your chest.

“I know.”

His shoulders relaxed. “Good.”

You smiled, cupping his face in your hands. “I love you too.”

Harry let out a breathy laugh, like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

And then he kissed you.

Slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. Like he was never letting you go.

And he never did.

You and Harry barely fought.

Sure, you bickered all the time - about who got the last slice of pizza, about his terrible taste in reality TV, about the way he always stole the covers at night. But it was never serious.

Until tonight.

And it was stupid.

It started with Harry forgetting to pick you up from school when he had a day off and you weren’t driving home together.

You waited outside for over an hour, your phone battery slowly draining as you sent unanswered texts, your frustration growing with every passing minute.

By the time you walked home - freezing, exhausted, and pissed off - Harry was sprawled out on his bed, completely oblivious.

“Oh, hey, love,” he greeted casually, grinning. “Didn’t hear you come in-“

“You forgot me.”

Harry’s grin faded, eyebrows furrowing. “Shit.” He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “I- I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Oh, you just what?” you snapped, throwing your bag on the floor. “Got too distracted being lazy to remember your girlfriend?”

Harry scowled. “I wasn’t being lazy! I was studying.”

You scoffed. “Studying what, Harry? The inside of your eyelids?”

His jaw clenched. “I said I didn’t mean to. What more do you want?”

“I want you to care!”

“I do care-“

“Not enough.”

Harry stood up then, his expression darkening. “Don’t fucking do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I don’t love you just because I made one mistake.”

Your nostrils flared as you glared at him. “It’s not just one mistake, Harry. You never take things seriously. You’re always so fucking carefree-“

“Oh, I’m so sorry for not being miserable all the time,” he shot back sarcastically.

Your hands balled into fists. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass,” he snapped, stepping closer.

You stepped closer too. “I hate you.”

His chest was heaving now, eyes burning into yours. “Yeah? I hate you more.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t soft. It was desperate, angry, all teeth and heat and hands gripping a little too tight.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, his body pressing yours against the wall.

You gasped into his mouth, nails raking down his back.

He bit your bottom lip in retaliation, his breath hot against your skin as he muttered, “So fucking annoying.”

You dug your nails in deeper. “You love it.”

His response was a growl, his lips crashing back into yours, his hands grabbing, pulling, taking.

You didn’t stop. Not when he lifted you onto the bed. Not when he hovered over you, his hands gripping your wrists. Not even when he smirked and whispered, “Still hate me?”

Afterward, you lay beside him, panting, your limbs tangled together, skin still burning from his touch.

The room was silent for a long time.

“I hate you,” you muttered, turning your head to glare at him.

Harry chuckled breathlessly, rolling onto his side. “I hate you more.”

You both stared at each other, eyes narrowing - until, suddenly, you both cracked.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, and before you knew it, you were giggling, your forehead dropping against his shoulder.

Harry grinned, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. “We’re so fucking stupid.”

You nodded, still laughing softly. “Yeah.”

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. “But you still love me.”

You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Harry smirked. “Guess you’re stuck with me, then.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were warm now, soft, all the anger from before completely melted away.

You leaned in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to his lips.

He sighed against your mouth, his fingers threading through your hair.

After a moment, he pulled back just enough to murmur, “Still hate me?”

You smiled, “Yeah.”

He grinned, kissing you again.

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hyperfixatedimagines · 1 day ago

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Home for the Holidays Ch.3- Alicent x f!reader

Summary: You didn't get your happily ever after. Would this Christmas be any different from the last?

A/N: You asked, I answered....very late but better late than never right? Please let me know what you guys think! This will be the last installment for this fic so please enjoy!

It was never going to work out, at least that’s what you told yourself to make Alicent’s reaction sting less.

It didn’t work.

The day after Christmas dinner, the morning after you had slept with Alicent, was a cold one.

After joking around with Aemond you went back up to Alicent’s bedroom, a fresh bottle of water in hand for her.

You found her crying- sobbing, actually- in front of her bathroom mirror.

You watched her for a moment before making a sound. You cleared your throat before you opened the door the rest of the way.

She quickly wiped her eyes and turned to you. “(y/n).”

You handed her the water bottle. “Is everything okay?”

Alicent uncapped the bottle and took a long drink. “I think we should talk,” she replied as she set the bottle down on the sink counter.

Your stomach sank. You already knew what she was going to say.

So you beat her to the punch.

“You don’t have to say anything Alicent. We can act like nothing happened last night.”

Alicent frowned and looked away from you. “I think that would be for the best.”

You turned around and walked towards the door. Alicent reached out and grabbed you by the wrist.

“I had a wonderful time last night (y/n) but-”

You didn’t turn back to look at her, you couldn’t. You knew if you did you’d start crying and it would only make Alicent feel worse.

“It would never work out, realistically. I know that,” you replied in a soft voice.

Alicent let go of your wrist. Your arm fell back to your side like a load of lead.

“Precisely,” Alicent whispered.

You swallowed hard then walked out of her bedroom.

You barreled toward the guest room where your clothes were. You changed and called an Uber. The cost was outrageous but you couldn’t stand to be in Alicent’s home another second.

After you changed you returned Aemond’s pajamas to him.

You knocked on the door to his bedroom and waited.

He opened the door, sweaty and shirtless. “Hey there creeper,” he joked.

You forced a smile. “I’m here to return your pajamas. Thanks for letting me borrow them.”

Aemond grimaced. “Gods, I’ll have to burn them now. Won’t be able to wear them without knowing what occurred last night.”

Damn, you had forgotten you’d told him the truth.

You furrowed your brows. “Have you spoken with your mom yet?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ve been avoiding her. I’m not quite sure how to look at her anymore. I mean, are you two dating now? Was it a one night stand? It’s a lot harder to reconcile than I thought it would be.”

There it was, an out.

“Good,” you told him. “I lied earlier. I didn’t sleep with your mom. I was just teasing.”

Lying always made the bile in your stomach rise in your throat. This lie was especially hard on your stomach.

Aemond sighed in relief. “You asshole. My anxiety was off the walls at the thought of it,” he said and jokingly shoved you.

You forced another smile. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You swallowed the bile in your throat.

Aemond took the pajamas from you. He noticed you had collected your things.

“Are you leaving?”

You nodded. “Yeah, my cousin called and she was able to send a car for me. It should be here in a few minutes.”

Aemond frowned. “I hoped you’d stay through New Years. It gets pretty lonely with it just being my mother and I. Aegon’s gone off somewhere to whore no doubt.”

“Maybe next time,” you replied.

He nodded. Then Aemond wrapped his arms around you.

“Happy Christmas (y/n),” he said as he pulled away.

“Merry Christmas Aemond,” you replied. “I’m going to wait outside. Your mom seemed busy this morning so tell her I said goodbye and thank her for her hospitality.”

Aemond nodded. “Will do. Safe travels.”

You turned and made your way down the hall.

You were almost at the door when you heard Alicent call your name.

You turned around at the door and there she was, rushing to meet you. You briefly hoped she had changed her mind and was coming to tell you.

Sadly that was not it.

She stopped a few steps away from you, a respectable distance.

“You’re leaving,” she asked. Her eyes were bloodshot.

You guessed she had continued to cry after you’d left her bedroom.

“Yes. I thought it best,” you told her, not meeting her gaze.

“Oh,” she replied, a frown on her face.

A beat passed in silence.

You gazed outside and saw a car coming down the driveway.

“Looks like my car is here.”

Alicent stepped closer to peer outside.

She was close. You could smell the perfume of her shampoo that still lingered in her hair. Cinnamon and vanilla. You closed your eyes and took in the smell.

It felt bittersweet.

She saw the car then stepped away.

“Right, well thank you for spending Christmas dinner with us.”

“Thank you for having me,” you said and turned to leave.

Alicent reached out and touched your shoulder.

You stopped.

Her hand remained on your arm.

“You don’t have to leave. I- Aemond would like for you to stay, I’m sure of it,” Alicent said, her voice straining against choked back tears.

You looked over at her hand on your shoulder.

“There’s no reason for me to stay…” You turned around to face her. “Unless there is?” You met her gaze, begging her to tell you to stay.

But you could tell by the sorry look on her face that she wouldn’t.

“Aemond would appreciate it,” she replied.

“Only Aemond,�� you asked, giving her another chance.

But you knew she wouldn’t take it.

Alicent looked away from you.

You nodded slowly.

“Merry Christmas Alicent,” you said and walked out.

You didn’t look back as you made your way to the car.

You got in and greeted the driver. You wouldn’t look back.

You buckled your seatbelt and the driver started to pull out of the driveway. Still, you wouldn’t look back.

But as you neared the exit gate you caved and looked back.

Alicent stood in the doorway, her arms hugging her sides.

From your distance you couldn’t make out the look on her face but you figured it matched yours.

Tears spilled down your face and you quickly wiped them away. You swallowed the rest of them and faced forwards.

It would be hard to forget that night, but you knew you had to if you were to remain friends with Aemond.

The year that followed was one you could not have predicted.

Your family came around to your sexuality. They apologized for their behavior and welcomed you back into the family fold.

As such you were able to get your own flat.

Moving out was not as hard as you thought it would be. You and Aemond had not fallen out but distance had grown between you.

There was no direct reason or cause. You had simply spent less and less time together.

He found a girlfriend in a mutual friend named Alys, and you had found a wonderful distraction in working for your family’s company.

Graduation only served to further the divide between you.

It was also the first time you’d seen Alicent since Christmas.

She looked stunning, that was no surprise.

What was a surprise was the man next to her the whole ceremony.

Had she already found a new partner?

When the ceremony ended you found Aemond and congratulated him. He did the same and hugged you. He also affirmed that while you two had become distant his love and affection for you had not.

You told him you felt the same and hugged him.

Then he mentioned he was upset to see his mom’s new boyfriend with her.

Boyfriend, your heart sank.

But you weren’t surprised. A woman like Alicent would not remain single for long.

Alys pulled Aemond away before you could ask for any more details. Your family had also approached you to congratulate you.

You didn’t speak to Aemond much after graduation but he always liked and commented on your Instagram posts and you did the same with his.

You wouldn’t see Alicent again until Christmas came back around.

That Christmas your family had decided to throw a lavish ball for friends and business associates.

You dreaded the thought of having to play the perfect daughter all night long but you knew that you would manage with your cousin Elia by your side.

Unfortunately for you, Elia had gotten stuck at the airport oceans away.

So you scrambled to find a friend to join you for the night.

More unfortunate for you, they were all busy for the night with family or their own plans.

The only name on your contact list you hadn’t called was Aemond.

You knew he’d be busy with his own family so you didn’t bother.

Instead you posted a cheeky Instagram story about suffering through the party alone for your close friends list.

A few minutes after you posted the story Aemond direct messaged you asking if you wanted a plus one that he was available.

You called him, not wanting to go back and forth over text. He answered on the first ring.

After exchanging pleasantries you asked why he was free on Christmas. Weren’t his family coming down like they did last year?

“No, my grandfather and uncles told my mother they wouldn’t be joining us this year,” Aemond explained.

“Why? If you don’t mind my asking,” you replied.

Aemond let out a big sigh. “They weren’t too thrilled that my mother broke off her engagement.”

“Engagement,” you exclaimed, confused.

You had certainly missed that life update.

Aemond chuckled. “Guess I forgot to post that on Instagram didn’t I. Yeah, my mom got engaged to her boyfriend- the guy you saw during graduation- but she broke it off a few days after she said yes.”

Relief washed over you. You knew Alicent would never be yours, but at least she wouldn’t be anyone else’s either.

“And why did your grandfather disapprove?”

“He was the one who set my mom up with the guy in the first place. He’s an up and coming guy in politics and my grandfather wanted our family attached to his,” Aemond replied.

You nodded slowly. “I see. Did she love him?”

“Who knows. They weren’t very affectionate but my mom hasn’t ever been big on PDA.”

“Well I’m sorry to hear they won’t be coming. I know you don’t have the best relationship with them but still-,” you told him.

“It’s alright. I’m not bothered but my mom isn’t taking it as well. Especially since Helaena is going to spend Christmas Eve and day with a friend. So it’ll be just her and I,” Aemond said with an exasperated sigh.

“What about Aegon?”

Aemond huffed. “He’s in Las Vegas and doesn’t plan to come home.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. An idea had popped into your head.

A potentially stupid one.

“Why don’t you and Alicent join us?”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind- well, your family wouldn’t mind?” Aemond asked, his voice hopeful.

Your heart beat faster at the thought of seeing Alicent again. A whole year later and your heart still yearned for her.

A bit pathetic of you really.

Or romantic.

“Of course they wouldn’t. It’s a big party for donors and friends. They won’t care to have two more in attendance,” you replied.

“Alright then. I’ll speak with my mother but I’m sure she would prefer it to being home alone that night.”

“Perfect. I’ll text you the address. It’s a bit of a drive from Oldtown so if you can’t make it there won’t be any hurt feelings.”

“Nonsense. I’ll see you then,” Aemond replied.

“See you then.”

You and Aemond said your goodbyes then you hung up.

You smiled to yourself. The possibility of seeing Alicent again excited you but you tried to keep your expectations low.

Even if she came that night it wouldn’t change a thing between you.

You’d still be just Aemond’s friend.

And she would still be just Aemond’s mother.

What you wanted from Alicent would take a real Christmas miracle.

The night of the Christmas ball arrived.

You and Elia had spent a great deal of time on Facetime choosing your attire for the night. You wanted to look so good it would take Alicent’s breath away.

The guests had started to arrive so your parents had sent an assistant to fetch you.

You walked down to the ballroom and walked over to where your parents stood.

They were deep in conversation with another family when you approached them. You recognized the family.

The Tyrells were an old money family like your own, but they had been your family’s sworn enemies for generations.

That was until your father reached out to the Tyrells with an olive branch and mended the ages-long feud.

Most of your family didn’t even know how the feud started. You guessed it had been about land. Most feuds boiled down to land disagreements.

Now the Tyrells were great business allies. Your father had mentioned a desire to have the families united via marriage quite a few times but nothing had come of it.

The Tyrell patriarch had a daughter and a son but the son had come out as gay a few years ago and the daughter was well known to sleep around with the staff. Your only eligible brother had just gotten engaged to his long time girlfriend Lyanna so a marriage to unite the families was out of the question for your generation.

Or so you had thought.

Your father turned to you as you approached.

“There she is,” he said and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You smiled politely.

Your father gestured towards the Tyrell patriarch.

“Mace, this is my daughter (y/n). Sweetie this is Mace Tyrell,” your father said.

You shook Mr. Tyrell’s hand.

“A pleasure to meet you sir.”

He shook your hand and smiled. “A firm grip, you’re like your father I see,” he joked.

Your father let out a laugh. “She’s a real chip off the old block. She started with us this year and has already gone far beyond what we expected.”

Mr. Tyrell looked at you approvingly. “That’s great to hear Manfrey.” Then he turned around and called out, “Margaery!”

A young woman, probably your age or slightly younger, walked over. She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that turned heads everywhere she went.

Too bad your heart was spoken for.

So you admired her beauty the way you would admire a friend’s.

Mr. Tyrell placed a hand on Margaery’s back. “Manfrey, (y/n), this is my daughter Margaery.”

Margaery curtsied and bowed her head to your father then to you.

“A pleasure to meet you Margaery,” your father said and gave your shoulder a slight squeeze.

You turned to him with a furrowed brow then turned back to Margaery.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you told her.

She met your gaze. “The pleasure is mine (y/n).”

Your father cleared his throat. “I think we should let these two get acquainted, don’t you agree Mace?”

Mr. Tyrell nodded. “Absolutely.” He turned to Margaery. “Have fun sweetie,” he said, then gave her a kiss on the cheek.

You looked at your father, confused, but he just gave you a firm look. You’d seen that look before, mostly during business meetings when he needed you to close a deal with an associate.

You weren’t sure what kind of deal he wanted you to close with Margaery.

You’d have to ask him afterwards.

Soon you and Margaery were alone.

Once her father was out of earshot she let out a deep breath.

“Thank Gods they’re gone.”

You smiled. “You didn’t have to curtsey. My father might be a duke on paper but no one really cares about that around these parts.”

She returned your smile. “My father would’ve killed me if I didn’t. He told me I needed to make a very good impression with your family.”

A server walked by with a tray of champagne flutes. Margaery turned and grabbed two. Then she handed one to you.

You took it and thanked her.

“Why did you need to make a good impression?” You asked her as you took a sip of your drink.

She took a long drink from her own flute before responding.

“I have no idea. All he said was to make a good impression and get to know you.”

You furrowed your brow. “That’s interesting. I wonder what he and my father are up to.”

Margaery’s smile returned. “My father is always up to something, though he usually involves my brother and not me.”

You clinked your glass against hers. “Cheers to that. My father's go to is my brother as well.”

“Hmm, how curious,” Margaery replied.

The conversation didn’t last much longer. Margaery’s eye had wandered to one of the more handsome servers and yours was constantly checking the entrance for any sign of Alicent.

After speaking with Margaery you made your rounds with business associates and with family. Your mother had asked your opinion of Margaery, which you noted was peculiar, and your brother had asked if you thought she was pretty.

Were they trying to set you up with her? Did she even like women?

Your mother and brother would not reveal anything so you knew you’d have to ask your father.

You spotted him going to his study so you followed him but as you neared you stopped dead in your tracks.

Alicent was at the door. Aemond was taking her coat and handing it to one of the doormen.

You walked over to them, as calmly as you could but everything inside of you wanted to run over.

Aemond saw you first. He walked up to you and gave you a hug.

“Happy Christmas (y/n),” he said as he wrapped his arms around you.

You returned his embrace. “Merry Christmas, Aemond.”

Alicent met your gaze over Aemond’s shoulder. The world stilled.

A lump formed in your throat as you pulled away from Aemond and Alicent stepped forward.

”Merry Christmas (y/n). Thank you for extending us an invitation,” Alicent said and approached you for a hug.

The smell of her vanilla perfume wrapped around you and flooded your senses as Alicent neared.

You stepped away from her.

Alicent froze.

You cleared your throat and plastered a polite smile. “I’m sorry. I… My father had sent me on an errand for him before I saw you two. It was urgent so I should uhm..I should get back to that. It’s lovely seeing you both.” You looked over at Aemond, unable to bear the weight of Alicent’s gaze. “Have fun.”

Then you walked away as fast as your legs could go. You rounded a corner and stopped to steady your breathing.

A year had gone by and the second Alicent laid eyes on you. It felt like no time had passed and you were still the foolish girl standing in that bathroom, swallowing your tears and promising to forget an unforgettable night.

Suddenly the door to your left opened and out came the server who had carried a tray of champagne earlier. His hair was disheveled and he was hurriedly buttoning his shirt back on. He caught you staring and turned a deep red.

“Miss,” he said and bowed his head as he walked away.

You furrowed your brow and wondered what had happened but the answer came second later as Margaery emerged from the same room.

Her hair was also slightly mussed. She noticed you and straightened herself instantly.

“(Y/n),” she started.

Forgetting all about Alicent you smiled at Margaery. “It seems you’ve certainly made a good impression on that boy.”

Margaery eyed you nervously then let out a small laugh. “And on you?”

You held out your arm towards her. “I respect a woman who goes after what she wants.”

Margaery wrapped her arm around yours and smiled. “I knew I’d like you.”

You escorted Margaery back to the party then parted ways when your brother called you over to speak with some foreign investors.

As conversation of donations and business dragged on, your eyes wandered. You scanned the breadth of the ball room for any sign of Alicent.

Now that you had calmed down you realized how rude it was of you to reject her greeting of a polite embrace.

But it was so hard to think straight upon seeing her.

Especially in the dress she’d arrived in. It was a beautiful shade of green that brought out the deep hues of her auburn hair and amber eyes.

You found her across the room, next to Aemond and a few old college colleagues. She looked bored.

Ask her for a dance.

You shoved the impulsive thought aside. You knew better.

Your brother’s ramblings tore your attention from Alicent back to him and the investors. It felt like torture to be so close and so impossibly far from her. You recalled feeling the same way at graduation.

At least she was alone this time. You didn’t have to endure seeing her on the arm of some man.

At long last your brother offered to smoke a cigar with the investors and led them away.

Finally alone you made your way towards Alicent.

You had to apologize.

But as you neared she excused herself and walked outside.

You followed her out to the gardens behind the estate. They were expansive but the path immediately in front of you, which Alicent walked on, led to a private bench and fountain. You had spent a lot of time in that secret alcove as a child, running away from responsibilities and your family’s tiring rules.

Alicent sat down on the bench in front of the small fountain.

You lingered in the hedges behind her, suddenly reminded of being a peeping tom again.

“It seems your peeping tom ways haven’t changed,” Alicent joked and turned her head towards you.

You emerged from the shadows of the hedges and sat down next to her on the bench, careful not to sit too close to her.

“I wanted to apologize, for earlier,” you explained.

Alicent looked down at her hands in her lap. “You have nothing to apologize for (y/n).”

You looked at the fountain. “It was rude of me.”

She looked up and over at you. “It’s alright. I expected something like that to happen.”

You met her gaze. “Really?”

Alicent looked away and sighed. "We didn’t exactly part on the greatest of terms last we saw each other.”

You nervously thumbed at a loose strand on your trouser seams. “I was surprised you came.”

“Aemond insisted,” Alicent replied nervously.

“Is that the only reason?” You asked, briefly wondering if you were a glutton for punishment. Asking questions you knew lead nowhere good.

“Do you want me to say it was because I wanted to see you?” Alicent countered, the warmth and teasing tone of earlier completely gone.

“Only if it’s the truth,” you replied.

Alicent let out another sigh and shook her head. “What good is the truth?” She confessed bitterly.

You took a steadying breath before reaching out to touch the top of her hand. “I’ve missed you,” you confessed.

“Don’t say that,” Alicent replied and pulled her hand away.

You turned your body towards her. “Why not?”

Alicent met your gaze. “It doesn’t change anything.”

A knot rose in your throat. You swallowed hard.

Alicent’s gaze softened. “I don’t mean to be cruel (y/n).”

You looked away and turned back towards the fountain. You didn’t want her to see the tears that started to cloud your vision.

Alicent reached out and touched the top of your hand. “(y/n)..”

“Have you missed me?,” you blurted out.

A true glutton for punishment.

You blinked away the tears that welled in your eyes.

Alicent pulled her hand away and stood. “I should go back in.” She smoothed her dress and turned towards the hedges.

You clenched your jaw and softly shook your head. “Do you have any idea how pathetic it feels to miss someone who doesn’t care about you at all…”

Alicent turned back towards you. She stared at you but didn’t say anything.

You couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was pity or guilt.

You stood and closed the distance between you and Alicent. “It’s the worst feeling in the world.”

Alicent opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by a servant running out of the hedges. She caught her breath then informed you your father was calling for you.

You dismissed her then turned to Alicent. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Mrs. Targaryen.”

Alicent’s gaze dropped at the mention of her married name.

You knew it was petty and childish to call her that but you had been vulnerable with her and she couldn’t even pretend to have cared.

You made your way back to your father. He was surrounded by his colleagues and Margaery’s father.

He saw you and smiled. “Come my girl,” he called.

You reached him and greeted the crowd around him.

“It’s time,” he said and left.

Your father walked up to the stage at the front of the room then waited as the singer finished her song and introduced your father.

Everyone clapped as he walked to center stage and adjusted the microphone.

“Thank you, thank you everyone. I hope you’re enjoying yourselves. This Christmas is a special one. Our family is whole once more, and I’m happy to announce it’s expanding,” you father declared then he asked you to join him on stage.

You did as he said and once on stage he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“(y/n) has not only joined our philanthropic efforts but she has gone above and beyond all expectations. She has truly made the family name proud,” you father cheered.

Everyone clapped.

You smiled sheepishly. You could barely make out those standing closest to the stage, the bright lights blinding you to the rest of the room.

Then your father invited Margaery and her family to the stage.

You weren’t sure where he was going with his speech. What did it have to do with the Tyrells?

Soon the whole Tryell clan was on stage next to you and your father.

“I am more than happy to announce that after many centuries of feuding, Mace and I will finally put that ancient history to bed and unite our esteemed families,” your father elocuted.

You wanted to look at your father. You wanted to furrow your brows.

But you knew better than to show any real emotion while in front of the spotlight.

So you plastered a fake smile on your face and clapped along with the crowd.

“This coming spring my youngest daughter (y/n) will wed Margaery Tyrell and usher our family into a new, prosperous, and progressive era.” Your father gave your shoulder a squeeze.

Your stomach dropped.

You finally turned to your father.

The look on his face was a diplomatic one.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to ask anything until you were in private.

So you turned to Margaery, who seemed just as shocked as you by the news, and smiled at her.

Your father encouraged you and Margaery to hold hands so you reached out and laced your fingers with hers.

Her hand shook and you did your best to give her a comforting look.

By the look on her face it brought nothing of the sort. She had gone absolutely pale.

After the announcement your father had led you and the Tyrell clan to his office.

You held your composure as you sat down in an armchair facing the roaring hearth.

The second the door to the study closed Margaery let out a flurry of expletives and demanded her father tell her the truth.

Her father explained to her this was the best choice for their family and that they had even accommodated her desire for a nontraditional spouse.

Margaery hurled more expletives then declared she would never marry.

She stormed out of the study and slammed the door behind her.

Your gaze remained on the burning fire.

It didn’t feel real.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get her on board,” Mace said and shook your father’s hand.

Then he and the rest of the Tyrells walked out.

It was just you and your father.

He poured himself a glass of bourbon then sat in the armchair across from you.

“You kept your composure out there. I’m proud of you (y/n).”

He took a long drink then pulled out a small box from his suit pocket. He handed it to you.

You tore your gaze from the fire and looked at it.

It was a ring box.

You took it and opened it.

“Your grandmother’s ring, I’m sure she’d be proud,” your father told you. Then he took another drink. “It should be sufficient for the Tyrells.”

You shut the box and pocketed it. Then you looked up at your father.

“May I be excused,” you asked.

He nodded.

You stood and started for the door when he reached out and grabbed you by the wrist.

You stopped and looked over at him.

He cleared his throat. “You will marry her. If she won’t come around you need to find a way.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Yes father.”

He let go of your wrist and you walked out.

You needed air. You needed to be alone.

So you walked towards the gardens.

But as you did you passed by the foyer and noticed Aemond helping with Alicent’s coat.

Panic spread throughout your body.

Had she heard?

You walked over to the door.

“Leaving so soon,” you asked, hoping the panic didn’t come through in your voice.

Aemond met your gaze and stepped away from Alicent. He walked over to you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Mom’s not feeling so well,” Aemond explained. He gave your shoulder a squeeze. “But congrats on the engagement. You didn’t tell me you were seeing anyone you dog,” he joked.

You turned to Alicent.

She wouldn’t look at you.

“I..,” you started but didn’t continue.

What could you say?

Not the truth. Your father would have your head.

So you stared at her, mouth agape, scrambling for a way to make her stay.

Thankfully the universe intervened on your behalf.

For once it was on your side.

Your butler came through the front door with a severe look on his face. You looked at him and he met your gaze.

“My apologies miss (y/n) but your guests won’t be able to leave,” he stated.

Alicent looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

Your butler explained there had been a horrible landslide on the highway leading out of town. The officials had already been notified and first responders were on the scene but it would be hours before it would be safe to travel.

Then he excused himself to let the others know.

Alicent turned to Aemond. “We will just have to stay at a hotel in town and leave tomorrow morning then.”

You shook your head. “Nonsense, you two can stay here with us. We have plenty of rooms.”

Alicent finally met your gaze. “You’re too kind (y/n) but we couldn’t ask that of you. We’ll be alright in town.”

“I have to insist that both of you stay. Think of it as repayment for letting me stay in your home last year,” you replied.

You could tell Alicent was trying to form a polite way to decline.

Aemond looked between the two of you, his brow furrowed.

You turned to Aemond. “It’s not a bother. I’d really like you both to stay the night.”

“Thank you for your offer (y/n),” Aemond said and turned to his mother. “We’ll stay here for the night then drive home in the morning.”

Alicent started to protest but Aemond had already asked you to lead the way.

You led Alicent and Aemond to the west wing of the estate where the guest rooms were. The house staff scurried to ready the rooms.

“Seems we won’t be the only ones staying,” Aemond commented.

“I doubt my father would let anyone try to go home in these conditions,” you replied.

You showed Alicent her room first.

She excused herself to freshen up before turning in.

Then you led Aemond to his room.

It was just around the corner from Alicent’s.

You started to excuse yourself but Aemond reached out to stop you.

“We have to talk,” he said.

By the tone of his voice you knew it was something serious.

Your stomach twisted at the thought.

You led Aemond inside his room and he closed the door behind him.

“What did you want to talk about,” you asked.

He leaned against the wall. “I want the truth.”

“About what,” you asked, dread filling your chest.

He scoffed. “You know exactly what.” Then he sighed and sat down on the bed. “I know something happened between you and my mother.”

Your stomach dropped. “What,” you choked out.

He shook his head softly. “Don’t deny it (y/n). You left our house in such a rush last year and nothing was the same afterwards.”

You remained silent.

Aemond crossed his arms against his chest. “When I told her about the party tonight she got so nervous and she fidgeted the whole way here.”

“I’m sure she was just nervous about what your grandfather would think. He hates my family after all,” you replied, hoping he would accept the lie like he had before.

“No, I want the truth (y/n).” Then he met your gaze. “You owe me that…we were best friends once, weren’t we?”

Your heart broke at the sound of his voice. You looked down at the floor in shame. “Yeah,” you replied, defeated.

“Then tell me what happened,” Aemond pleaded.

You sighed and sat down next to Aemond on the bed. You told him the truth. You told him you and Alicent had slept together. You told him it wasn’t because of the bet the two of you had made. You had always thought his mom was beautiful and that night…well one thing led to another.

“I suspected as much,” Aemond breathed with a sigh when you finished.

“I told you it had all been a lie because she wanted us to act like nothing had happened. I had already told you so I thought you’d believe it was just a joke.” You continued, your thumb still toying with the loose strand on your trousers.

“Is that why you pulled away from me when classes started again,” Aemond asked and turned to you.

You looked over at him. “Not explicitly but maybe subconsciously.”

Aemond nodded slowly. “I noticed and I wanted to say something but when I realized my mother was also acting strange I just froze. I wasn’t sure what to do or say.”

A moment of silence passed between you.

“Maybe that’s also why I pulled away, especially once Alys and I got together,” Aemond wondered aloud.

“I’m sorry for lying to you Aemond but it wasn’t my place to out anyone,” you told him.

Aemond looked down at his hands. “Do you have feelings for my mother?” Then he looked over at you again. “Real feelings,” he clarified.

You smiled earnestly. “I do.” Then you sighed. “I haven’t stopped thinking about her once since last Christmas.”

“My mother had a very traditional, conservative, upbringing. If she is bi, or gay, or whatever she might be…it would be hard for her to accept that about herself. It would be hard for her to be anything but what my grandfather had told her to be,” Aemond confessed.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “I understand that more than ever.”

Aemond eyed you, confused.

“I didn’t know I’d end up engaged tonight,” you told him.

“Really?”

You nodded. “I just met the girl. I had no idea my father had plans to marry me off.”

“Do you have feelings for her?” He asked cautiously.

“No, but that doesn’t matter to my father.” You sighed and stood up.

“What are you going to do?” Aemond stood as well.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t seem happy about our engagement either but my father has ordered me to get her on board if her family can’t convince her.”

Aemond frowned. “That’s fucked.”

“Beyond fucked,” you replied with a laugh.

Aemond ran a hand through his hair. “Why not just tell your father you won’t do it?”

You shook your head. “I can’t. My father would never forgive me. They’d disown me again.”

“You lived through banishment once,” Aemond countered.

“Yeah but I had friends. I had you,” you replied then wrapped your arms around yourself. “I haven’t spoken or seen any of my friends since graduation. Half of them didn’t even pick up the phone when I called to invite them tonight. If I lose my family again, I have no one.”

Aemond reached out and gave your shoulders a squeeze. “You still have me,” he said with a hopeful smile.

You smiled back at him. “Thanks.”

A knock at the door startled you.

One of your staff walked in and informed you that your mother was looking for you.

You thanked her and she excused herself.

You told Aemond someone would come by with spare night clothes then excused yourself.

You found your mother in the hall, showing a few family friends where to find their rooms. She told you to go to your father’s study so you made your way back there.

Once inside you saw Margaery and her family gathered there with your father.

Your father sat at his desk. He stood when you walked in.

“Wonderful news (y/n),” he said and instructed you to sit next to Margaery on the chaise.

Margaery’s father informed you that Margaery had come around to the engagement.

“Let’s leave the brides to get to know one another,” your father declared then he led Mace Tyrell out the door.

Margaery’s other family members followed and soon you were alone with her once again.

“Did you know,” Margaery asked in a hushed voice.

You sighed. “No. It was a surprise to me too.”

Margaery looked over at you. “I would’ve never guessed. You handled it so well.”

“My family is all about their image. I’m a well trained dog,” you replied, not meeting her gaze.

“Why aren’t you angry,” Margaery asked, a pensive look on her face.

“There’s no point,” you confessed. “My father always gets what he wants.”

Margaery folded one leg over the other. “And what would he do if he didn’t?”

“Probably disown me, again,” you replied, tired.

“He disowned you?” Margaery’s eyes widened.

You nodded. “Once. It was horrible, and lonely.”

“That sounds awful,” Margaery said and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

You shrugged. Then you turned to her. “Wouldn’t your family do the same?”

“No, never.”

You furrowed your brows. “Then why are you going through with this?”

Margaery looked away from you then bit the corner of her lip. “Can I trust you?”

“Of course.”

“We’re broke,” Margaery said with a sigh.

“You’re broke?”

“Mhm, and we need your family to help us through it.”

You looked down and noticed the outline of the ring box in your trouser pocket. “I see.”

Your father had probably left you alone so you could give Margaery the ring. You reached in your pocket then turned to Margaery.

When you looked over at her you noticed something in her gaze softened. She titled her head to the side.

“Maybe we could grow to love one another,” Margaery said and ran her thumb across your cheek. “You’re quite easy on the eyes (y/n).”

You smiled and let out a nervous laugh. “Thank you, but I have to be honest with you. Since you were honest with me.”

Margaery dropped her hand from your face. “What is it? You don’t think I’m pretty?”

You dropped the ring box back in your pocket and put a hand up towards Margaery. Your brows shot up.

“Oh no, it’s not that. You’re gorgeous Margaery, it's just that…my heart is spoken for.”

“Oh,” she replied, a bit of disappointment laced in her voice.

You smiled softly. “I’m sure we’ll be great friends Margaery, and I’ll come to care deeply for you in our marriage but I could never be in love with you,” you confessed.

“If someone has already claimed your heart, why aren’t you with them?”

“That’s a long story,” you said with a sigh.

Margaery stood and poured you both drinks from your father’s bar.

“Your father said to get acquainted so..” she said and handed you a drink. “Let’s get acquainted.”

So you told her everything.

When you finished Margaery let out a deep breath.

“(y/n) you poor, darling, idiot. Fucking your best friend’s mother…even I haven’t done that,” she said.

“I did worse than that Margaery. I fell in love with her,” you replied.

Margaery wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “A hopeless romantic,” she teased with a small smile.

You smiled back. “Thanks for listening to me go on and on.”

“What are fiancé’s for?” Margaery joked. Then she gave your cheek a quick pinch. “I think we will be the best of friends (y/n).”

You laced your hand with hers. “I agree.” You gave her hand a squeeze. “And the best part is I will be happy to hear all about your romantic and sexual dalliances during our marriage, as long as you keep them quiet, what with the family image to uphold,” you joked.

Margaery laughed. “Of course.”

A servant came in and informed Margaery her family was leaving via helicopter. The two of you hugged and said your goodbyes.

You walked out to the ballroom where everyone was slowly clearing out for the night. You grabbed an unopened bottle of champagne and made your way to your room.

A whole bottle of champagne later you laid in your bed and stared at the ceiling.

You were really going to marry a complete stranger.

And for what?

Your father’s pride?

You sighed and got ready for bed.

But sleep wouldn’t come.

You tossed and turned for hours until you gave up and decided to get some fresh air.

You wrapped your robe tightly around you and slipped on your outdoor slippers.

Just as you started for the door your eye caught on your grandmother’s ring. You grabbed the box and slipped it in your robe pocket.

The night air was crisp. It felt good against your skin.

You took a deep breath as you made your way through the garden.

You sat down in front of the small fountain. The stars twinkled overhead.

You thumbed the ring box in the pocket of your robe.

You brought it out and opened it.

You ran your finger over the diamonds.

Soon tears pooled in your eyes.

Your future was set.

You’d marry Margaery. Your father would want heirs so you’d probably have kids. You’d work at your father’s company until you retired. Then you’d sit all alone in your estate as your kids and Margaery all lived their own lives.

Tears started to cloud your vision.

A slave to your family name.

The tears spilled over. You wiped them away with the sleeve of your robe.

You froze when you heard footsteps behind you.

You stood up and faced the hedges.

“Who is there,” you asked as you shoved the ring box back in your robe.

It was quiet for a moment.

Then she walked out from the shadows.

Alicent stopped just short of where you stood.

“Who’s the peeping tom now,” you joked.

A small smile spread across Alicent’s face.

But it was gone just as quickly as it had come.

“I didn’t mean to intrude. I couldn’t sleep so I came out for some air. I…I’ll go,” Alicent said and turned her back to you.

You reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Don’t, please,” you begged.

Alicent didn’t meet your gaze but she gave a small nod.

You sat back down on the bench and she sat on the other side of it.

“What brings you out here so late,” Alicent asked.

You sighed. “Everything.”

Alicent turned her head towards you. “Are you alright (y/n)?”

You shook your head. Then you brought out the ring box.

Alicent’s gaze shifted towards the ring box.

You opened it and showed it to her. “It was my grandmother’s.”

Alicent took it and ran her finger across the diamond. “It’s beautiful.”

“My father handed it to me and said my grandmother would be proud,” you recalled with a sigh.

Alicent handed the box back to you. “I’m sure she would be.”

You pocketed the box and let out a scoff. “What would she be proud of?”

You stood and walked to the fountain. You looked down at your reflection in the water, the moon high above you.

“I’m going to marry a woman I don’t know and don’t love for my father’s sake… My grandmother would’ve called me a coward,” you finished and turned to look at Alicent.

She furrowed her brow. “You don’t know her?”

You shook your head then sat down next to Alicent on the bench, your body facing hers. “I just met her tonight.”

“Oh,” Alicent responded, she looked away from you but you noticed a shy smile prying at her lips.

You looked down at your hands, a smile on your face.

“You know she caused such a scene in my father’s study that I thought her family would break off the engagement.”

You let out a small laugh at the memory of Margaery cursing in front of your father.

Alicent turned back to face you. “A scene,” she asked.

You nodded. “Our engagement was a surprise to her as well. She was not on board,” you explained.

“What changed?” Alicent tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear.

You remembered how soft her hair had felt in your fingers. You wished to reach out and touch her but you knew better.

So you looked away from her and took a steadying breath.

“I spoke with her, alone, and she explained that her family is in financial hardship and needs my family name to get through it.”

You looked up and met Alicent’s gaze. The moonlight washed over her porcelain skin. She looked positively angelic.

“I wanted to explain to you,” you started. “I didn’t want you to think what I said in the garden was a lie.”

Alicent softened. She reached out and touched the top of your hand. “I know your heart.”

You turned your hand over and laced your fingers with hers. You stroked the palm of her hand with your thumb.

After a moment in comfortable silence Alicent let out a breath and spoke.

“So you’re moving forward with the engagement?”

You shrugged. “What else can I do?”

Alicent brought your hand into her lap. “Surely your father would understand if you couldn’t go through with it?”

“Would yours?”

Alicent didn’t reply.

You looked over at Alicent. “What did it feel like…being in an arranged marriage?”

“It’s hard,” Alicent said with an exasperated breath. She closed her eyes. “You try to love them but so much of it feels hollow.”

Alicent opened her eyes and turned to you.

Tears had started to pool in your eyes.

Alicent reached out and cupped your cheek. “I don’t mean to scare you (y/n). Maybe it’ll be different for you,” she said, trying to comfort you.

A stray tear fell down your cheek.

You pulled away from Alicent and stood back up.

“It’ll be worse,” you muttered as you walked back over to the fountain.

Alicent stood up and followed you. “Don’t say that,” she chided and placed a hand on your shoulder. “She’s a beautiful girl. I’m sure you’ll grow to love her.”

You clenched your jaw then turned around. “She’s not you,” you confessed.

Alicent’s brows shot up. “I-.”

“I’m in love with you Alicent. Being with anyone else will be torture,” you told her. You reached out and took her by the hands. You brought them to your lips and kissed her knuckles. “I love you,” you murmured into them.

Alicent turned her head and pulled her hands away. “(y/n), please don’t.”

You stepped closer to her, close enough to smell her perfume.

“I’m going to marry someone I will never be able to love. Please…please let me tell you exactly how I feel about you,” you pleaded.

Alicent met your gaze.

Your faces just a breath apart from one another.

“It wouldn’t change anything,” Alicent replied.

“You’re right,” you let out a small sigh. Then you looked down and remembered the ring box in your pocket.

Alicent hooked her finger under your chin and brought your gaze back up to her. “You’ll be alright.”

You looked into Alicent’s eyes, and couldn’t stop yourself from leaning forward.

Your lips met hers.

Alicent cupped your cheek and softly pulled away.

“We can’t,” she whispered.

You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes. “I love you.”

Alicent dropped her hand from your face. “Stop saying that.”

You opened your eyes and frowned. “Why?”

Alicent turned away from you and wrapped her arms around herself. She was quiet.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable Alicent,” you apologized.

“It’s not that,” Alicent turned back around. She rubbed her arms for warmth.

You undid your robe and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“You’re too kind (y/n).”

Alicent pulled the robe tighter around her.

“You deserve all the kindness in the world,” you replied, a rueful smile on your face.

Alicent looked up at the sky and shook her head softly. She looked back at you and bit her lip.

There was something in her gaze you couldn’t quite read.

“What is it,” you asked her.

“I love you too,” she declared with tears in her eyes.

You stepped closer. “What…”

Alicent wiped away the tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes.

“I have not stopped thinking of you since that night.”

You closed the gap between you. “Really?”

Alicent nodded, not trusting her voice.

You cupped her face with your hands. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you call or text or-,” you rambled.

“Because it doesn’t matter how we feel. You said it yourself, we are slaves to our family names,” Alicent replied as tears fell down the sides of her face.

You wiped the tears away as they fell.

“It does matter. It matters to me,” you whispered.

Alicent leaned into your touch.

You brought your face closer and leaned your forehead against hers.

You dropped your hands from her face and wrapped them around her waist.

She buried her face in the crook of your shoulder.

You kissed the side of her head. “You know, I was never sure if you felt the same as I did. Sometimes I thought I tricked you into sleeping with me and had imagined any affection you had for me.”

Alicent pulled away just enough to look you in the eye.

“You showed me exactly what I had felt missing my whole life,” she declared.

Then she leaned forwards and brought her lips against yours.

Her kiss was timid but determined. She wrapped her arms around your neck and brought your face closer to hers.

You deepened the kiss and pressed her body against yours.

Desire started to pool between your thighs at the welcomed memory of Alicent's body against your own.

So you pulled away, just enough to speak.

“I need you Ali,” you whispered, breath ragged and spent.

Alicent stared into your eyes.

You noticed how dark her eyes had become.

She nodded and you led her back to your room.

Hours, and more than a handful of orgasms, later Alicent laid her head on your chest and smiled as your breathing steadied.

She laced her fingers with yours.

You smiled up at the ceiling as you ran your hands through her hair. It was just as soft as you remembered.

Alicent lifted her head and looked up at you. “You look lost in thought.”

You looked down at her and smiled. “I’m just so happy right now.”

Alicent kissed your collarbone. “I am too,” she confessed.

You twirled a lock of her hair around your finger. “You’re so beautiful.”

She buried her face in your chest but you caught the blush in her cheeks before she did so.

It brought a satisfied smirk to your lips.

The first streaks of dawn started to filter through the heavy curtains of your windows.

Alicent looked up and realized the time.

“I should get back to my own room,” she said and started to collect herself.

And just like that your carriage had turned into a pumpkin.

You sighed.

“Can’t we just stay in bed a while longer.”

You sat up and watched as she put on the pajamas your staff had given her.

“We have to face reality at some point (y/n),” she said and walked back over to the bed. She gave you a quick peck on your lips.

You caught her arm just as soon as she pulled away. She stopped and looked down at you.

You threw your legs over the side of the bed and pulled her in between your legs.

“Who says we have to do that?”

Alicent smiled languidly. “I would love nothing more than to stay in your bed with you until the end of time but-”

You grabbed her hands and kissed each palm. “But nothing…just stay a little longer,” you begged.

Alicent let out a deep sigh but the smile remained on her face. “Fine,” she resigned in fake annoyance.

You gave her hands a gentle squeeze then looked down at them. You ran your thumb over her ring finger on her left hand.

“You know, my grandmother’s ring would look good on you,” you mused aloud.

Alicent pulled her hand away and stepped back. “That’s cruel,” she snapped.

The air in the room changed in an instant.

You stood and followed her. You put your hands on her arms and she turned around.

“I’m sorry,” you started.

Alicent sighed then her shoulders sagged. “It’s fine I just don’t like thinking of things that can never be,” she reasoned.

You turned and noticed your discarded robe on the edge of the bed. You picked it up and pulled out the ring box.

Why couldn’t it? You thought to yourself.

Your father would hate you.

But you’d have Alicent.

You’d have Alicent…she just needed to say yes.

You opened the ring box then turned back to Alicent.

She eyed you curiously.

You got down on one knee.

Alicent’s eyes widened. “(y/n),” she started.

“Marry me,” you declared and held the ring towards her.

“You can’t be serious,” she stuttered.

You stood and looked her in the eyes. “Now that I know you feel the same as I do, I can’t marry Margaery. The only woman I want to be with is you,” you declared.

Alicent’s mouth fell open. “I- I don’t know what to say. (y/n) we hardly know each other.”

You shrugged. “We’ll have plenty of time to get to know one another.” You got down on one knee again. “So say yes,” you urged.

Alicent walked to the other side of the room. “It would never work,” she argued. Then she started to pace about the room. “I’m a widow with three grown children. What would they say if we married? You have your whole life ahead of you (y/n).” Alicent stopped pacing and looked at you, her anxiety and fear written all over her face. “Your father will disown you.”

You walked to where Alicent stood and smiled at her. “I don’t care what others will say. I don’t care if my father disowns me. I don’t care if they take my inheritance away.”

“But (y/n),” Alicent started to protest but you held up a hand to stop her.

“I love you. I want to be with you. Do you want to be with me?”

Alicent held your gaze. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “More than I’ve ever been before.”

Alicent bit the inside of her cheek. Then she looked down at her hands, she nervously toyed with them.

“Everything would change. I’m scared,” Alicent whispered.

“I can be brave enough for the both of us,” you said and brought her gaze back up to meet yours.

You gave her a tender kiss then stroked her bottom lip with your thumb.

“Please, let me love you the way you deserve. Let me fill your days with joy and your nights with endless bliss,” you professed.

Alicent let out a great sigh then let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t deserve you (y/n).”

You shook your head. “Yes you do.”

Alicent kissed your lips, then your cheeks, then your forehead.

You laughed then got back down on one knee. “Let’s try this again,” you joked.

Alicent smiled down at you.

You took the ring from the box and held it up towards Alicent. “Alicent Hightower, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“Yes,” Alicent replied, tears in her eyes.

You stood and slipped the ring onto her finger. Then you brought her hand up to your lips and kissed her knuckles.

Alicent took a steadying breath then wiped the tears from her eyes. She admired the ring on her finger.

Then her smile dropped.

She looked up at you.

“What are we going to tell Aemond?”

“We’ll tell him he can call me Mom,” you joked with a smirk.

Alicent’s smile returned. She swatted at your arm. “You’re impossible.”

You brought her lips to yours and slowly drifted back to your bed. It would be another couple hours before either of you got back up.

Aemond sat at the foot of the bed, stupefied.

“You’re marrying my mother,” he asked aloud.

You sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re damn right I am, son.”

Aemond’s face soured at the sound of the word.

“Do not call me that ever again.”

You laughed. “Fine, but I won’t mind if you call me Mom.”

Aemond shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

Then the two of you went out to find Alicent and break the news to your family. It didn’t matter if they hated you. It didn’t matter if they disowned you. You had Alicent and you had Aemond. You would have a new family.

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Chapter 6 of Mabel’s Guide to the Power of Friendship is up!!

Writing this one took me a while, and then the art also took a while… everything took a while. i always enjoy writing this once i get to it, though! hope you enjoy this one too.

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It was hard for Mabel to really relax, knowing that Bill was lurking just below the floorboards. But by the time the sun was low and her family was gathered around the dinner table, she’d mostly put it out of her mind. It was hard to be miserable with them around.

“You think Soos will bring more empanadas when he’s here tomorrow?” Dipper asked, picking at the strangely opalescent casserole on his plate.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were insinuating something about my cooking,” Ford said wryly.

“Whaaat? No! No, don’t be– that’s ridiculous,” Dipper said. “This is great! I mean, it’s a million times better than last time, this one didn’t even come to life and attack us–”

“Don’t jinx it,” Stan said.

“Hey, c’mon, guys,” Mabel piped up. “It’s the thought that counts, right? It’s really sweet that he tried. Besides, even Grunkle Ford can’t be perfect at everything.”

Ford chuckled. “Thank you, Mabel. As far as backhanded compliments go, that’s quite nice.”

“It’s true!” she said. “So what if you’re not a chef? You invent, like, six magical contraptions a week!”

“That’s a wild exaggeration,” Ford said with a grin. “It’s been at least a month since the last one. Although Fiddleford and I have made some real progress on our current project…”

“New project?” Dipper perked up. “What is it?”

“Oh, I don’t know if the details will interest you that much–”

“Shaaare!” Mabel demanded. Dipper immediately joined in, both of them pumping their fists and shouting “Share! Share! Share!” until Ford laughed and gave in. They all knew he didn’t really need that much encouragement, but it was fun anyway.

“Alright, alright! I’ll tell you.” Ford waved his hands to set the scene, the way he always did when he started talking about science stuff. “So, we all know that unicorn tears have remarkable healing properties, right? But we also know that unicorns aren’t generous creatures, and trying to obtain some tears by force often creates more injuries than they could ever heal.”

Stan snorted. “And how many tries did it take for that lesson to set in?”

“Not the topic, Stanley. Anyway, our goal was to synthetically recreate the healing properties of the tears, eliminating the need to seek out the real thing. This has been in the works for a long time; in fact, our biggest breakthroughs came from studying the sample Mabel and her friends obtained last year…”

Dipper extended a fist to Mabel, and she proudly bumped it.

“...And I must say, we’ve had some very promising results with the latest prototypes! There have been some hiccups here and there– we really should have fireproofed the lab sooner– but I think in the next few weeks, we might even end up with something that could surpass the healing properties of unicorn tears!”

“Nice!” Mabel held out a fist to Ford. “Take that, you overrated horses!”

Ford laughed, accepting the fist bump. Stan clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Here’s hoping you get it workin’ before we set out again. It’d make things way less stressful on the boat. Heck, the coast guard medics might even have time to forget our names!”

“Wait, you’re setting out again?” Dipper asked. “When?”

“End of the summer, same as you kids!” Stan said proudly. “First thing in September, we’re headed right back out there.”

Ford nodded. “We still have a lot more to investigate. I expect we’ll be very busy once Fall comes around, which is why I’m under strict orders to ‘take it easy’ while we’re here. Otherwise, the elixir would probably be finished by now–” Stan crossed his arms, and Ford quickly added “--but I completely understand the point of it. Rest is important, kids.”

“Darn right,” Stan grunted. “Far as I’m concerned, we’re both on vacation for the summer.”

Dipper tapped his fork on his chin. “So you won’t be studying Gravity Falls for a while?”

“C’mon, brobro,” Mabel chided. “Grunkle Ford’s willingly taking a break for once, let’s not remind him of all the extra stuff he could be doing!”

“That’s not what I meant!” Dipper protested. “I’m just saying…”

“It’s a fair question,” Ford said. “There certainly are plenty of mysteries left unsolved around here. But I think Stanley and I have broadened our focus a bit too much to give special attention to Gravity Falls anymore. Just our brief stay in the Arctic Circle alone has raised so many fascinating questions, and we still have so many more places to investigate… there’s just not enough time to solve all the world’s mysteries, I’m afraid.”

“Hey, relax, Poindexter,” Stan cut in, shoving Ford’s shoulder. “We’re not the only ones working on this stuff. Something tells me Gravity Falls’ll be in good hands, even without us.” He gave Dipper a meaningful wink. Mabel couldn’t help but smile at the way her brother’s face lit up.

“Hey, guys?” Dipper asked, leaning back in his chair and trying to seem subtle. “Can we talk after dinner? I was hoping to get some feedback on this project I’m working on…”

Mabel’s smile faded. “Is it about that dumb thesis contest?” She turned to the Grunkles and pointed accusingly at Dipper. “He won’t let me help with it! He wouldn’t shut up about how cool it would be to win and get a big smarty-pants paper published, and now that he’s allowed to start working on it he won’t even tell me what it’s gonna be about! I could have done like fifty illustrations by now if—”

“I told you, there’s nothing to share yet!” Dipper protested. “I’ve… kinda been putting it off. I’ve still got a week until the topic proposal’s due…”

“Then what do you need Stan and Ford’s ‘feedback’ on?”

Dipper tugged at his shirt collar. “Uh… it’s…”

“I could help,” she said, voice a little louder than she’d wanted. “Even if it’s something I’m bad at, I could help make it look cool. If you just told me a little bit about it…”

Dipper sighed. “Look, Mabel, I promise I’ll share it with you soon, okay? I just… I want it to be a surprise.”

Mabel looked at him doubtfully over the rim of her water glass. She wanted to keep prying, but it was clear she was just making him uncomfortable. He didn’t want her help, he just didn’t know how to say it. She could tell.

“Okay,” she said, trying not to sound hurt. It was fine, really. She had high-speed bike riding; Dipper was allowed to have things just for himself too. It was normal for twins to grow apart. She drained the rest of her glass and stared down at the tablecloth.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. Then Stan spoke up. “Speaking of surprises. Hey Sixer, remember that thing we ran into off the coast of Greenland in March?”

Ford laughed. “How could I possibly forget? Now, kids, I don’t know about you, but nothing in my paleontology education gave me the impression that wooly mammoths were aquatic…”

Soon Mabel was too wrapped up in seafaring stories to be sad about anything.

——-

Bill must have fallen asleep at some point. He’d been lying there, in the basement, in the dark, with the Pines’ infernal voices ringing above him, but then something had happened. The voices changed. And suddenly he wasn’t in a basement anymore. He was lying on an exam table, and his arms were strapped down, and his eye wouldn’t close, and the air was thick with antiseptic. And there were voices all around him, moving around him, but he knew he couldn’t look, he just had to keep his eye focused on the stars overhead, just don’t look, just don’t look at them, just pretend they’re not there, pretend you’re among the stars and nothing’s happening, nothing hurts. So he didn’t look away, not even when the quiet voices he could hear through the pain changed again, became painfully familiar, he still didn’t look, even when they started screaming, even when their cries and pleading were drowned out by the sounds of flames, even when the heat waves twisted the air and the crunching, sizzling, tearing sounds and the smell of burning meat drowned out all his other senses he still didn’t look, he didn’t look down, he wouldn’t–

And then he was back in the basement. It was dark and still. The only sound was his own ragged breathing.

He sat up and scrubbed at his face with the blanket he’d been wrapped in. Dreams. He hadn’t been ready to deal with dreams. Other people’s dreams were a riot. Not his own.

He’d been distracted too quickly to dwell on the last one. He’d foolishly hoped that would be the last one for a while. But no, of course not. This world couldn’t allow him even a moment of peace. Every sleep was going to be like this.

In the dark, he staggered to the small bathroom in the back of the room. He ran the cold water in the sink and rinsed his mouth until he forgot the taste of the smoke. It was so vivid. So convincing. Even though none of it had made any sense, it felt real.

He stared numbly at the mirror. Their voices. He’d remembered them, of course. Despite all the worlds that had sprouted and withered between then and now, despite everything he’d tried, he’d never been able to stop remembering them. But he never thought he’d have to hear those voices again.

Someone knocked at the door.

His first thought was “thank god”. He’d been desperately hoping for anything else to think about. His second thought, as he heard the door unlock, was “that could be anybody”. So he stood just at the edge of the room and prepared to run for cover, until a small, high-pitched voice said “It’s me.”

Bill relaxed a little. Not a lot, but more than zero. He scrubbed his face dry and straightened his bowtie before she entered, trying to look as stoic as possible. She didn’t seem to notice anything amiss as she rushed in and slumped against the door to shut it. Both her hands were busy carrying an overloaded paper plate.

Trying her best to not let it fold under the weight of the food piled onto it, she glanced around for a surface to place it on. The curved lid of the wooden chest was considered, then quickly rejected when the plate started sliding. She winced before resorting to setting it down on the floor beside the beanbag. Finally, she retrieved a packet of plastic utensils from a takeout place and laid it beside the plate, trying to make it look presentable.

“We need to get a table or something in here,” she muttered as Bill drew closer to inspect the offering.

“YEAH, SOME APPLIANCES WOULD BE NICE TOO,” he joked. “I’M THINKIN’ A STUDIO APARTMENT KIND OF SETUP. WASHER AND DRYER OVER THERE, THAT CORNER’S THE KITCHEN… FULL-SIZE JACUZZI ON THAT SIDE, OBVIOUSLY…”

“I have six dollars,” Mabel piped up.

Bill laughed before he could stop himself. Encouraged, she went on: “I mean, there’s an empty fish tank and a car battery in the garage. We could make a hole in the side and stick a blowdryer in there for a jet. That’d be fine, right?”

He laughed again. “I LIKE WHERE YOUR HEAD’S AT, KID. IF WE SHUT OFF THE SPRINKLERS, WE COULD SET UP A FIRE PIT IN THE KITCHEN CORNER!”

“Perfect plan!” Mabel laughed along with him, but then seemed to think better of it. “But okay, hold on, we can start with the home renovations later. For now, you should eat.” She pointed to the plate. “It’s just some leftovers from tonight. Figured taking more snacks would look suspicious. But if it, uh… disagrees with you… then just let me know tomorrow.”

That wasn’t a glowing review. Looking dubiously at the alleged “food” on the plate, he didn’t see much reason to doubt it. Still, he tried to look grateful as he picked up a plastic fork. “WILL DO,” he said, trying not to look down.

“I’ll come back down tomorrow, before the others wake up,” she said, crossing back over to the door. “Including Grunkle Ford… ugh, that’s gonna suck. But once I’m back, we’ll figure out a plan, okay?”

Bill glanced around the room. “I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE PLAN,” he said.

“C’mon, you can’t just stay in one tiny dark room all summer! This isn’t Guacamole or something.”

Bill snorted. “GUANTANAMO?”

“Whatever,” she said, flushing. “The point is we need to get you outside once in a while. You have scales, things with scales need sunlight or they get sick. And what’s the point of all this work if you get sick and die??”

She had a point there. Bill shifted uncomfortably, realizing he wasn’t totally sure if the sun thing would apply to him or not. “YEAH, FAIR ENOUGH. KEEP FORGETTING THIS…” he gestured to the body, “…THING NEEDS ‘VITAMINS’ AND SUCHLIKE.”

“Relatable, honestly. But there’s a bunch more stuff to plan out, too! We need to be able to contact each other in emergencies. And, like, a secret knock so you know when it’s me, and a code to communicate…” as she spoke, her hands started flapping with excitement. “Oh my gosh, it’s like one of those spy games Dipper likes. We could make a guidebook with all this stuff! Like a, what, codex? For the code? We could make our own code! You can handle that part— I know that’s your thing, it’s literally your name… I get to do all the art, though. It can have a scrapbook vibe— I gotta find my craft scissors with the zig-zags—”

“KID.” Bill cut her off. “I KNOW IT’S IN YOUR NATURE NOT TO TAKE STUFF SERIOUSLY. IT’S A GOOD TRAIT! MAKES LIFE A LOT MORE BEARABLE. BUT THIS ISN’T SOME SILLY SUMMER CRAFT PROJECT. THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH, GOT IT? CAN WE TRY TO ACT LIKE IT’S IMPORTANT?”

She looked hurt. “Silly things are still important,” she muttered. “We could hide it in here. And even if someone finds it, it could be any goofy old thing I made! Dipper showed me how to do that invisible ink thing; I could act like the empty space is just unfinished parts! I dunno, I just… I thought it’d make this whole thing a little more fun.”

Bill squinted at her as she stared at the floor, arms crossed tight over her chest. Then he rolled his eye. Maybe he was being a choosing beggar here. This was Mabel Pines; of course she’d want to make some stupid game out of this. And the whole plan was to humor her. If this was what it took to keep her invested, he should probably just play along.

“OKAY, FINE. I’M IN,” he sighed. “WE CAN MAKE A BOOK OR WHATEVER.”

She lit up again. “Really?? Yes! Awesome! It’ll be so fun, I promise.” She paused and glanced at the dark window. “But we can start that later. I gotta go get at least a tiny bit of sleep first.”

Bill shrugged. “SURE. CAN’T KEEP THIS BODY ALIVE IF YOURS GIVES OUT.”

“Thanks for the concern,” she snorted. “And see you in the morning.” She gave a quick wave before shutting the door behind her.

Watching the door, he heard the heavy “clunk” of the lock clicking shut, then rapid footsteps bounding up the staircase. He sighed and pinched his forehead. That much youthful energy couldn’t be sustainable. She probably wouldn’t live past 20.

As he waited for the various noises and occupants of the house to settle, he wolfed down the food as fast as he could. The kid was right to be apologetic, but if he ate quickly, he didn’t taste it much. It was just fuel anyway.

When the plate was finally empty, he dropped it back to the floor and picked up the plastic fork. He rinsed it in the sink as well as he could, wiped it dry with the paper napkin that came with the set, then bent one of the tines away from the others. He leaned one side against the crack in the door, listening intently to the silence from above. There wasn’t a whisper of movement.

He stuck the tine of the fork into the lock.

It was more stubborn than your typical household lock, but Bill had bested much worse with much less. It only took a little finagling before he heard the “clunk” he was listening for. Slowly, cautiously, he eased the door open. The hallway was dark and empty. He stashed his impromptu lockpick in his hat, locked the door behind him, and crept up into the house.

—-

The place was as quiet and dark as he’d hoped for. He’d been right to judge by the footsteps above him that they’d all gone to bed. And thankfully, even without his usual glow, the stars outside were bright enough to see by. He crept along with his back against the wall, testing each floorboard before he stepped, scanning his surroundings.

The decor was about the same as he remembered, with a few notable changes. A lot of the ceiling and walls had been replaced; probably necessary after they turned it into a big stupid robot last year. And it seemed like someone else might have moved in. There were some new decorations that weren't anything close to the “style” he’d come to expect from the place. Lace doilies hung from the tops of chairs and sofas like dusty cobwebs, and handmade blankets and wall hangings were scattered all around. Shooting Star was crafty, sure, but these didn’t look like her handiwork. The colors were way too easy on the eye, and there wasn’t a crumb of glitter to be seen. If they were her doing, they were a big step down in quality.

But if they weren’t, it meant an extra person to deal with. Better keep his eye out.

He turned a corner and a massive shape blotted out the hallway ahead. He scrambled back, clenching his teeth tight beneath his eyelids to stop a yell from escaping.

Then his eye adjusted, and he had to stifle an irritated growl. It was just that stupid pig. He’d forgotten how huge it was now, and it looked a lot less pathetic from a low angle. It was sitting in the middle of the floor, directly in his path, staring down at him. Its eyes glittered in the moonlight like two tiny black teeth.

Bill glared up at it defiantly. Just let it try and make a move. He might not have magic, but he still had claws and teeth. A ripped throat wasn’t as flashy as immolation, but it was still perfectly fatal.

The pig returned his stare with no discernable expression. A few silent seconds crept by.

Then the pig gave a grumbly snort and laid its head on the ground. It flopped onto one side and closed its eyes with an indifferent sigh.

Bill hurried on, telling himself to thank his lucky stars instead of feeling indignant. Still, his ego stung a little. Not even livestock saw him as a threat anymore.

To his relief, he had no more surprise encounters as he cased the second floor. The layout of the rooms was about the same as before, which meant the sounds of walking from above his little home base would still be a reliable method of tracking the inhabitants. He steered well clear of all the bedrooms and kept his back to the wall, and the floorboards beneath him kept silent. He was out of practice with walking, sure, but nobody who grew up causing problems ever forgets how to sneak through a hallway.

Once he’d made mental notes of all the storage spaces that might have supplies he could use, he headed for the portal. On the way through the gift shop he snagged a small notepad and pen from behind the desk. Scanning over the portal wreckage, he made a list of the missing components and tools he’d need. In code, obviously; secret codes were literally his name, after all.

Once the darkness outside started to lift away, he cut his work short and headed back. He tore the used page from the notebook and placed it and the pen back where he’d found them, exchanging them for a single paperclip that he stashed in his hat with the paper. That was all he felt comfortable taking for now. It was much too early to start gathering supplies. Anything left out of place would definitely make the kid suspicious. For now, he’d just plan. Make sure everything went as smoothly as it possibly could. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get all the power tools and steel he’d need down to the basement without being noticed, but there was no point freaking out about it now. He’d figure out logistics later. He could pull this off. He was going to pull this off. He had no other choice.

By the time the first pink rays of light had breached the horizon, he was back in the cell. The paperclip made a perfectly serviceable lockpick to latch the door behind him. Like nothing ever happened.

He curled up in his nest of blankets, trying to hold his eye open. Hoping to ward off the dreams a little longer. But eventually his exhaustion won the battle. His eye slid shut.

Maybe the next dream would at least be over quick.

—-

Bill’s wish came true. As soon as he jolted awake, he regretted making it. It felt like he’d been yanked out of a tar pit by his eyelashes, but his brain stayed behind. His head, chest and eye socket all felt like they were stuffed with wet cotton, and his bones were shaking with this sudden painful chill. His thoughts were so slow and muffled that it took a second for him to even realize that someone was staring him right in the face. He lurched away and fell backwards off the beanbag.

Mabel poked her head over the beanbag and beamed down at where he lay on the floor in a tangle of blankets. “Morning!” she said in a bright half-whisper. “How’d you sleep?”

Bill glared up at her with silent disdain. After a moment, she seemed to take that as an answer. “Yeah, me too. Had a lot of stress dreams. Anyway, time to figure some stuff out.”

She disappeared from view for a moment, then reappeared at his side with a fuzzy pink notebook and a chunky pink pen with a glittery pom-pom topper. She leafed through the book for a minute, then looked up at Bill. “You ok?”

“I’M DYING,” Bill croaked. It was barely hyperbole. That freezing, sinking pain just kept getting worse. Every second he kept his eye open, it felt like gravity increased tenfold.

Mabel hissed through her teeth. “Hold on a second.” She vanished from view again, then popped back in with a mason jar full of what looked like the fluid from inside a neon pink glowstick. She propped him upright and shoved it into his hands. “Drink this.”

Bill ought to have been at least a little suspicious of a drink presented so vaguely. But a billion years of drinking cocktails made from substances meant to power quantum reactions, combined with the weight of sheer exhaustion muffling all his thoughts, meant that he barely hesitated before lifting the jar to his eyelids and taking a gulp.

A second later, his eye shot wide open. “WHOA!” he shouted, blinking rapidly.

“Ooh, I might’ve put too many pop rocks in that batch,” Mabel said. She grabbed the jar and shook it, sending frozen fruit shapes and plastic dinosaurs clattering around in a glittery whirlpool. “Mixing it usually helps. Dipper keeps telling me to warn people before I give them this stuff—”

Bill grabbed the jar back. He took an approving glance at the crazy-looking drink— now that his brain was working, he could fully appreciate the vibe— and then knocked back another mouthful. A rush of energy buzzed through his brain, setting his neurons alight like christmas lights hooked up to a nuclear reactor. The dangerously sugary concoction stung the inside of his mouth like acid, but this was a fun kind of pain. “OH, THIS IS PHENOMENAL.”

Mabel’s face lit up. “You like it??”

“DO I?!” One more swig and the jar was empty, and Bill was actually bouncing in place a little. “I FEEL LIKE A WHOLE NEW TRIANGLE! WHAT IS THAT?!”

“It’s Mabel Juice!” she beamed. “My own personal secret recipe! It’s so secret, not even I know what the secret is! Seriously, I hardly ever write the ingredients down.”

Bill laughed. “WELL, COLOR ME IMPRESSED, KID! I HAVEN’T HAD A DRINK THAT GOOD SINCE THAT BATTERY ACID DAQUIRI I MIXED BACK IN THE ‘30s. AND THIS ONE DIDN’T EVEN DISSOLVE MY STOMACH!”

Mabel’s smile dropped for a second, then returned. “I’ll take that as a compliment!” she said proudly. “I’ll bring more down later. I’ve got a million different brews you can try! The others don’t drink much of it, they always complain about how there’s ‘so much sugar’ and it ‘burns their mouths’ or whatever…”

“HEY, THEIR LOSS! I’LL TAKE IT OFF YOUR HANDS! EXTRA BURNING ON THE SIDE, IF YOU’VE GOT IT,” Bill offered. He had to hand it to the kid; she made pouring on the charm pretty easy. In a better world, he would’ve hired her as a barista in the Fearamid.

Mabel grinned, but then her face froze. From somewhere upstairs, the familiar sound of heavy, clomping footsteps rang through the ceiling.

Bill froze in place too, his eye locked on the ceiling. His teeth clenched tight behind his eye socket as he tried to repress his anger. Like a favorite song after you set it as your morning alarm, that sound made his blood boil on contact.

“Grunkle Ford’s up,” Mabel whispered. Bill glanced over to see her watching the ceiling too. “I thought he’d at least sleep ‘til five…”

“RISKY GAMBLE THERE,” Bill muttered. “FORD DOESN’T HAVE A SLEEP SCHEDULE, HE JUST WORKS ‘TIL HE KEELS OVER.”

“He’s working on it,” Mabel said defensively. Maybe Bill hadn’t kept all the derision out of his voice. He kept his mouth shut, just to be safe.

“Okay. Alright. This is fine.” The kid was clearly reassuring herself more than him. “He shouldn’t hear us down here. Nobody heard you screaming your head off the other day, they shouldn’t hear us just talking… we should be fine for now. As long as he doesn’t wander down here and happen to just randomly get close to this room. Or wander upstairs to his office and pass our bedroom and happen to look in and notice I’m not there. So as long as he stays on the exact floor he’s on now, we’ll be okay…”

“KID, RELAX. YOU SOUND LIKE PINETREE,” Bill laughed. “WITH HOW LOUD THOSE STEPS ARE, WE’LL HAVE A TON OF WARNING IF HE HEADS FOR ANY STAIRS. JUST CUT TO THE CHASE SO YOU DIDN’T WAKE ME UP FOR NOTHING.”

She shot another worried glance at the ceiling, then nodded. “Okay. Sure. The chase… hold on.” She grabbed her notepad and pen again, then started rooting around for something else in the backpack she’d brought. “The Chase, part one. Secret messages. Ooh, that’s good.” She opened the book and labeled the first page with that title. Bill bit his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that huge pink bubble letters weren’t the best choice for subtlety.

“Now,” she said, throwing the notebook down like a frazzled detective presenting her notes. “I would’ve loved to, like, build a two-way radio out of soda cans, or find a way to send smoke signals through the A/C system or something. But I think we should wait on that ‘til later. Right now, simplicity’s the name of the game.” With a victorious flourish, she revealed the thing she’d fished out of the bag. It took a second for Bill to parse what the battered old thing even was. A cell phone. An ancient, blocky brick of a flip-screen cell phone.

“YEESH!” he exclaimed as she shoved it into his hands. “WHAT ANCIENT BURIAL GROUND DIDJA DIG THIS THING OUT OF? IT’S OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR DAD!”

Mabel snorted. “Give me a break! It was the best one I could find in the closet where Grunkle Stan keeps all his burner phones.”

“WELL, I’D HATE TO SEE THE COMPETITION!” Bill remarked. “WHAT WAS THE WORST ONE, A CLAY TABLET? A BONE CARVED FLUTE TO CALL THE NEANDERTHAL TRIBE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN?”

Mabel hid a giggle behind the turtleneck of her sweater. All according to plan. Jokes were a great way of lowering a mark’s defenses, even if they didn’t land. And despite her best efforts, Shooting Star was a good audience.

He held down the power button and marvelled as the dusty, scuffed screen actually lit up. “WHAAAT! LOOK AT THIS LOGO! THIS COMPANY WENT UNDER IN 2002! THE CEO BURNED DOWN THE OFFICE TO HIDE TAX FRAUD AND MELTED HIS EYELIDS OFF!”

Mabel clapped her hands over her ears. “Ugh!! Why would you tell me that?”

“BECAUSE IT’S HILARIOUS! THE GUY WAS A TOTAL LOSER ANYWAY, HE WAS TOO UPTIGHT TO TAKE MY DEAL AND COULDN’T EVEN HANDLE A WEEK OF NIGHT TERRORS BEFORE HE CRACKED—”

“Anyway!” She cut him off. “This was the only phone I found in the closet that could send texts. We need to be able to keep in touch, so you can let me know if you’re hurt or need more supplies, and I can warn you if people upstairs can hear you practicing your evil laugh or something.”

“WHA— HEY! WHO EVEN— NOBODY NEEDS TO PRACTICE THEIR LAUGH, THAT’S JUST STUPID.” Bill hoped he didn’t sound too defensive. There was no way she actually knew about that, right?

She just rolled her eyes, holding back a smile. “Point is, that phone is yours. Nobody’ll recognize that number. My number’s in there already, you can text me in morse code if you need something.”

Bill looked up from the phone screen to squint at her. “MORSE? C’MON, KID.”

“What’s wrong with morse?”

“THAT’S THE MOST BASIC CODE IN EXISTENCE! YOU REALLY THINK ANYBODY IN THIS HOUSE WOULDN’T RECOGNIZE MORSE WHEN THEY SAW IT?” he said. “YOU THINK THEY’LL SEE YOU ANSWERING TEXTS IN MORSE FROM SOME RANDOM NUMBER AND HAVE ANY OTHER THOUGHT BESIDES ‘SHE’S HIDING SOMETHING’?”

Mabel sighed. “Okay, fine, Mr. Code Snob. What should we use?”

“WE SHOULDN’T ‘USE’ ANYTHING. WE JUST KEEP THINGS VAGUE AND SIMPLE,” he said. “ANYTHING THAT EVEN LOOKS LIKE IT MIGHT BE CODE WILL JUST GET PEOPLE’S ATTENTION. BESIDES, IN A HOUSE FULL OF CON ARTISTS AND MYSTERY DORKS, I DOUBT THERE’S ANY CODE WE COULD USE ON THIS THING THAT NONE OF THEM WILL RECOGNIZE. THESE TEXTS NEED TO BE AS BORING AND UN-MYSTERIOUS AS THEY CAN POSSIBLY BE. SO BORING THAT NOT EVEN PINETREE IN HIS SNOOPIEST MOOD WOULD GLANCE AT ‘EM TWICE.”

Mabel pursed her lips. “Spam!” she said after a minute. “Dipper and I get spam texts from random numbers all the time. We can make up a system where I know what you’re saying based on what you’re trying to sell me. Like a scam alphabet!”

Bill’s eye crinkled with his version of a grin. “NOW YOU’RE TALKING!”

Mabel grabbed her pen and started rattling off scams to list in her notebook. Stan had clearly taught her well, and between the both of them they soon had a massive list to work from. On the opposite page, they listed phrases to match with each scam. “NEED FOOD”, “NEED SUPPLIES”, “INJURY”, “FIRE”, “RACCOON GOT IN”, and so on. As soon as they had a workable “alphabet”, the kid insisted they start deciding on secret knocks. They’d just started to argue about whether “shave-and-a-haircut” was too uncreative, when suddenly Mabel stopped short and held out a hand. Before Bill could ask what was up, he realized what she’d heard. A voice from upstairs. A voice that was much too prepubescent to be Ford’s.

“Dipper’s up,” Mabel hissed. “Why is Dipper up? He never gets up this early on his own… Did he notice I was gone? Is he looking for me?? How am I gonna get back up without—”

“GEEZ, RELAX,” Bill said. “LOOK, THE STAIRCASE TO THE ATTIC IS RIGHT ACROSS FROM THIS ONE. JUST WAIT UNTIL HE’S IN THE KITCHEN…” he pointed to that corner of the house, from where Ford’s voice was now ringing through the ceiling, “AND YOU CAN SNEAK BACK UP WITHOUT BUMPING INTO HIM. JUST DON’T LET HIM SEE YOU LEAVING THE BASEMENT, AND WE’LL BE FINE.”

“I don’t like how much you know about our house.”

Bill pointed to his eye. “REMEMBER HOW HALF THE DECOR IN HERE USED TO BE MY EYES?”

“Yeah, duh. Doesn’t mean it’s not creepy.” She shuddered, and Bill tried not to laugh. At least the memory of his powers still inspired fear… but he didn’t want her knowing how happy that made him.

Mabel gathered up her stuff and headed for the door. “I gotta go before he notices I’m not sleeping. Soon as I get a chance, I’ll sneak back down and we’ll sort out the other stuff on my checklist.”

“FAIR ENOUGH. BE SEEING YOU, KID.” He couldn’t resist putting a little extra emphasis on that word, pointing to his eye again with a smug, half-lidded smile. Shooting Star was his ally for now, sure. But she shouldn’t forget where things really stood. He was the one who was really in control here.

“And I’ll use the We Will Rock You knock.”

“UGH, COME ON!” Bill protested. “I’M TELLING YOU, SHAVE-AND-A-HAIRCUT IS THE GO-TO FOR A REASON, IT’S PRACTICAL—“

“See ya later!” She winked and vanished through the door. The lock clicked heavily into place.

Bill glared daggers at the door until the sound of footsteps had faded away. Then he took off his hat and rifled through the lining, taking a reassuring glance at his folded-up notes. And the paper clip fastening them in place. That dumb kid put way too much trust in that lock. Did she really not realize the danger she’d let into her house? Did she really not know what she was dealing with?

His eye was drawn in by a soft gleam from deep within the hat. He brushed some fabric aside and stared at the fragment of his dimension. It caught the dim light in the room and threw it back much brighter, twisted into colors that didn’t exist anymore. It hurt to look at it with this new eye. He let his gaze rest on it longer than he should have.

Then he tore his eye away and shoved the hat back on. No, she definitely didn’t know. The fact he was still here— still alive— was proof enough of that.

#gravity falls #mabel’s guide to the power of friendship #bill & mabel friendship au #bill cipher #mabel pines #euclydia #milleniart #robin writes stuff

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Way Out of Line

SIX

Beneath my perfume and make-up I'm just a baby in disguise. And though I know that it's wrong to be alone with him that "come on look" is in my eyes.

Character: Keith Toshko from Barbarian (2022) played by Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

I wore a simple skater dress with a pair of black ballerina flats. You could see the dress was expensive, though, because it was made with thick black silk. It was purchased that autumn but I had only worn it once to the Thanksgiving dinner one of my dad's patients held. I felt really pretty in the dress but not too overdressed, but I was compared to Keith. He didn't seem to be the kind of guy who dressed up, and he wore the same outfit from earlier that day. I didn't mind because he looked handsome in everything, and it was a bit sexy that he didn't care, even if the restaurant was a really fancy one. I was once again surprised he had spent so much money on me, and I looked at him with big eyes while he ordered champagne for himself.

“I’ll have the same,” I said with a blush. Keith turned his eyes to me.

“You don't need to, honey.”

“I want to.”

I smiled a little and turned towards the waiter again.

“Okay…” Keith looked at the waiter and smacked his lips. “Bring us the bottle then. Dom Perignon."

We cheered in our sparkling wine, and he told me about his younger years. For a couple of years he lived in the town we were in. He was an off the books working musician and also found extra work in an industry making glass bottles. It was a simple life, but he talked about it like it had been wonderful years.

“How old were you?” I asked with a smile while they served our first course.

“It was when I dropped out of college, so 24, 25?”

He started to eat his foie gras like he ate a fried egg, but right then and there I didn't think about how nonchalantly he ate the luxury food but just imagined a younger Keith.

“Why did you become friends with my dad? He was like thirty when you were twenty…”

Keith licked his knife and looked at me with his big green eyes. He looked so kind and innocent now as he sat there, compared to how I had seen him before.

“I guess we got along, and he didn't treat me like I was just… yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders and licked off his fork too. I nodded a little even if I didn't know what he meant. He cleared his throat and took one more sip of the champagne. I could see that he didn't want to talk about my dad anymore. Instead he asked me about what I would do during the weeks he was away, and that led us to talk about my family's yearly ski trip to Aspen. Keith didn't ski but still seemed curious about our trip that we would leave for in a week. He was sweet that way, always showing interest in my things.

The nice conversation, the good food, and his warm smile in candlelight made me relax a bit too much, so when Keith ordered a bottle of red wine for our venison, I drank some of that too. I never drank so much, and on the way home, it was obvious to everyone around us that I was really drunk.

If I had been more sober, I would have noticed people looking at us in a different way now when I needed to lean on him and my mascara had started to smudge. Earlier we had gotten away with him looking older than me, but now people looked at him skeptically when he almost carried me to a taxi and I was whining about how sorry I was. He was also so much bigger than me that there was no question he owned all the power.

“Miss, are you okay?” asked a middle-aged couple when we stood waiting on the elevator. I was pressed against Keith's side and whined about the spinning world around me. Keith looked at the couple, then down at me.

“Yeah?” I said, trying to hold my gaze straight.

“Are you here with your—?” Asked the man before looking at Keith. He looked at him with fear but kept himself straight because he knew he couldn't do anything there.

I giggled a little, totally oblivious to their worry but that was also what made my answer much more sincere and believable.

“Keith? He's my boyfriend.” I looked at him and spilled all my daydreams like they were real facts. “I love him so much. We will get married one day.” I giggled and hugged him around his waist. Keith smiled at the couple awkwardly.

“I promise you, there was just a bit too much wine for dinner,” he said and then turned his gaze to the elevator door that opened in front of our eyes. The woman giggled a little.

“Okay, have a nice night.”

“You too,” said Keith with a strained smile while leading me into the empty elevator. When the door had closed, I looked up at him with a dopey smile. He smiled back with a sigh and dragged his hands through my hair.

“I will never give you wine again.”

I giggled and stood up on my toes so he could kiss me, and he did while holding me up straight. Even if my head was spinning and I felt a bit sick, I couldn't understand why he didn't think I should drink alcohol. I felt sexy, confident, and brave, so when our kiss should have been over, I deepened it and dragged my hand over his crotch. Even through the thick denim fabric, I could feel his bulge, and my pulse wandered down between my legs at once. Keith breathed out deeply in my mouth and continued to kiss me while I unbuttoned his jeans and snuck down my hand in his charcoal-colored boxers. My hand met his half-hard length, and I took hold of it firmly. Even if I had been so confident from the alcohol, I became nervous when I actually stood there with my hand in his underwear. I didn't have a clue what I should do next. I wanted to be that wild, sexy girl, but I couldn't because I didn't know how they acted. The nerves made me also feel more sick, and I stumbled slightly when Keith leaned back to see what I did to him. He caught me in his arms at once and sighed again. Carefully he pulled my hand away from him and laid it on his chest instead.

“This is not a good idea, baby girl. You need to sleep and… We're in an elevator.”

I looked up at him in shame, close to tears, but the elevator opening interrupted me. Lucky for us, there was no one outside of it, so Keith lifted me up koala style and let his jeans hang open. It was nice being carried through the hallway without needing to think about putting my foot in front of the other. I just needed to think about Keith's heavenly scent and his broad shoulders. I really wanted him, but he was probably right. I needed to sleep.

In the suite, Keith sat me down on the bed and helped me with my coat and shoes. Even if he was crouched down in front of me, he felt so big, and for a short second, I felt so powerless. I really was alone with such a big man. He could do whatever he wanted with me, but when he looked up at me with his boyish good looks, I forgot about the silly feeling and just giggled when he stood up to be able to open the zipper on the back of my dress and pull it off of my body with some struggle. I watched him hanging it up in a hanger in the wardrobe and putting my shoes and coat by the door. It looked like he was used to taking care of someone, so when he asked me to lie down so he could pull off my tights, I remembered the nickname he wanted to be called.

“You're my Daddy…”

I could feel his fingers on the lining of the tights stop moving just for a second, and then I could hear him say in a soft, protective way:

“Yes, baby girl. And I will take care of you. Just like a daddy should.”

I smiled and closed my eyes while he pulled off my tights. I had totally forgotten I wore the black lingerie set and how the lace didn't cover much of me; still, Keith didn't say anything about it.

“Do you want me to take off the bra or do you want to sleep in it?”

“Hmm?” I looked down at my chest, seeing the delicate fabric, and then sat up on my elbows so I could also see the panties. Keith stood in front of me with his hands on my knees, caressing them gently. I looked at him, even examined everything with him before spreading my legs even more, knowing he could see most of me.

“I want you, Daddy.”

Keith smiled but looked a little condescending when he laughed lowly.

“I can see that, but you need to sleep.”

“But Daddy…” I whined, letting the role of a whiny little girl take over. Playing the role was easy because, if I were honest, it had never left me; it was just that I whined for other things now.

“You're drunk and vulnerable right now. Whether you like it or not, I will not sleep with you in that state.”

I pouted, but he just answered with a laugh and then lifted me up and laid me down on the pillow.

“Bra on or off?” He said softly, as he played with the strap.

“Off,” I muttered. Keith was just smirking, amused at me, while he helped me pull off my triangle bra over my head which revealed my chest for him. I didn't want to cover up and instead challenged him by sitting up on my elbows.

“Daddy…” I whine again. It was weird how quickly the pet name had become his, but at that moment I couldn't see him as anything else. I knew he wasn't my boyfriend, but not just a friend. He was too caring to be a friend with benefits. He was my Daddy. Keith hushed me and laid the cover over me.

“The makeup and the rest we’ll take care of tomorrow, okay? Goodnight, baby.”

He hadn't even taken off his clothes, and I furrowed my brows.

“You don’t even lie in bed?”

“No, I will make myself ready for bed in the bathroom, and when I come out, you will be asleep.”

“No, I won't?”

"Yes, you will. Shut your eyes now.” He gave me a forehead kiss while I rolled my eyes under my eyelids. He spoke like he knew so much, but he also did because the next day when I woke up, I couldn't even remember him walking to the bathroom.

×××

I'm making the most of my life 'til the day that I hit 25. I know that they'll make an adult of me. I know that I'm not quite ready to be…

Of course I had heard about hangovers and feeling gross the next day after intoxication, but I had never experienced it, nor that morning did I feel it. I woke up almost on top of Keith's broad, naked body, using him more as a mattress than the bed. Carefully, I sat up to be able to see his face. His face lay in profile, pushed down in the pillow while he was snoring lightly. He was so beautiful, and I traced his jaw and cheekbone with my finger. He could have been a model if he wanted to. I looked down on his body again. His body was so attractive and manly, and when I looked at his member, my nether regions involuntarily clenched. He was soft, but still my body reacted to it. I wanted him inside of me again. It was a foreign feeling, the horniness, but with him I wanted to embrace it. It was too exciting together with him.

I pulled off my panties so I was as bare as him, then I scooted close to his body. I wanted him so bad that the feeling of needing to pee came back, and I pushed my fingers against my pussy to stop the pressure.

“Daddy, please wake up? Daddy?” I whined, pushing his chest. I continued to do so until I realized I needed to do more than that to wake him up. Clumsily, I mounted him and shook his shoulders.

“Daddy!”

Keith opened his eyes groggily and dragged a hand over his face. He started with looking at my face, but it didn't take long for him to realize I sat naked over his naked body and how I was so wet he could feel it seeping out on his lower belly. He didn't say anything; instead, he closed his eyes but dragged his hands over my naked thighs, hips, and bum. I started to believe he would continue to sleep, so I wiggled on top of him.

“Daddy!”

He hushed me but continued to drag his big hands over me, coming closer and closer to my pussy. I leaned back when I realized he wouldn't sleep at all and instead invited his fingers in between my lips to drag them through my wetness. I hoped he would find my clit again, but he was searching for my opening to see if I was ready for more than just a couple of fingers. He forced his fingers in harshly and moved them in and out of me in the same way. It did hurt a little, but I had started to get used to his harsher ways. With his other hand he took a hold of himself, his cock that was fully erect now, and asked for playtime.

“Lean forward…” He whispered and pulled his hand away from my pussy so he could push my back lightly. I did what I was told because I wanted the same thing as he, and I giggled when he dragged the head of his cock between my lips and cheeks. Keith gave me a dimpled smile but didn't open his eyes.

“It will probably hurt a bit now too, okay? I don't think you've gotten used to me.”

I looked at his face even if his eyes were shut.

“Okay…”

With one hand on my left cheek, he steered my hips, and the other holding his stiffness in place, he pushed himself in, in my sore pussy. I was obviously sore from the day before because it burned. I made some pained sounds that made Keith open his eyes, but instead of asking for relief, I sat up so more of him glided into my entrance.

Keith sat up on his elbow, so I sunk down even more on him, and he looked at me with a smirk.

“Good girl…”

I whined but let Keith force my ass down completely against him. I could feel him up in my belly and felt sick for a while until he lifted his hips so I fell forward against his chest a bit.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. God no.”

“Ride it then. Ride me hard.”

I moved the best I could against him, but he corrected my rhythm over and over. Some things did hurt too much, though; when he slipped in too deep or when he made me lay against his chest and fucked me so hard I could feel bruises shape just on the skin around my opening. I didn't stop though, not even when he put the soles of his feet against the bed and worked his hips up so hard I bounced on his length. He hit something in me that felt like a stabbing in my belly, but I didn't stop because it was too good to be close to him, to feel his hands and eyes on me. It felt like he was owning me for that moment. I wanted to be his in one way or another, and in that moment there was no doubt I was his.

I wasn't ready that in the middle of the pain an orgasm would start to build, but as soon as I started to moan louder and faster, Keith reacted and worked his hips even harder. Together we became louder, drowning out the sound of our slapping skin.

“Let it go! Let it go, baby!” He growled until I finally got ripped apart by the orgasm spreading from my pussy out in my limbs. I didn't notice that he came too until I felt his sticky juice run out of me, but he continued to work himself out of me even if the cream coated both of our sexes. He just continued to push it in until he was too soft to continue.

He laughed a little while lifting me off of him. I felt completely boneless but also so sore my pussy felt like an open wound. Still, I just looked at him like he was God himself. I had never felt anything like this and thought to myself that he was the meaning of life.

We lay next to each other, breathing deeply, until he smiled big at me.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven… Baby girl…”

He looked down and forced my knees apart so he could look at my pussy, spastic and swollen, smeared with his seed. I feared he would touch me again but he also knew I wouldn't say no to him.

“I will take care of her… Can you stand up?”

I shook my head because for me it was obvious my weak legs didn't work for the moment. Keith smirked a little and stood up on his own strong legs. His thigh muscles moved with every step.

“It's hard to take a shower then, but she can't look like that…” He lifted me up easily, bridal style, and took me to the bathroom. I wondered what he would do but followed him with an open mind.

Keith sat me down on the counter by the basin and encouraged me to put my feet up too. I felt really exposed where I sat naked with my legs spread like that, but I could also feel myself get wet again while Keith stood naked next to me, wetting a towel he would probably wash my intimate parts with. I could hear my pulse in my ears because I would have never let a guy do such a thing to me, never let a guy see me that exposed, but now I was there having a grown man pressing a wet towel between my legs like I couldn't take care of myself. Still, I liked it. I laid my hands on Keith's shoulders while he washed me, and I looked at his face. He looked so sweet and kind. He almost looked angelic with his big eyes, pixie nose, and full lips, but then he looked up at me with a hooded gaze and a small smirk. A look that changed his face.

“Say ‘thank you, daddy,’” he said when he was finished, still with the same dark expression. I looked at him with big eyes, mesmerized by his beauty.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Cross my heart, uncross my legs. Oh, when I'm done, I better pray. I want the high, I want the rush. Don’t call it love, that's not enough…

×××

We had been careless and hadn't thought about protection, but when Keith realized I wasn't using any contraceptive, he hurried right away to buy the morning-after pill and then left me alone in the suite. I took the time to rest and showered when I felt the strength in my legs come back. In the shower I realized that Keith and I would say goodbye in just hours, and a lump formed in my throat. We had lived together for more than a month, but now he would go away for such a long time. I wanted to feel sure that he wouldn't forget me and that he wouldn't be with another girl, but I wasn't. Keith wasn't my boyfriend; he was someone else's husband albeit going through a divorce. In a way I was the mistress, but I couldn't be sure he would be satisfied with just me.

What did I even know about him? He had met my whole family; he knew where I studied and about my previous relationship. What did I know?

Dressed in just a fluffy robe after my shower, I opened his big suitcase, packed with all the belongings he had gotten from his separation. T-shirts and sweaters were folded in neat piles together with his laptop, cables, and earphones. In a pocket on the lid was a pair of running shoes and a burgundy raincoat. There wasn't much more than that, so instead I looked through his wallet that lay on the nightstand; he must have just taken a credit card with him. He had several credit cards, a gym membership card, his ID card, and a black anonymous card. I took a long look at his ID and dragged a finger over his picture. He looked so innocent with his big eyes looking directly into the camera. I gazed at the image with warm cheeks but laid the wallet down when I could feel the clock ticking. I walked back to the bathroom, but instead of fixing my hair as my plan was, I started to dig through his toiletry bag. It was dark blue and contained drugstore skin care and a well-used toothbrush in pink. It didn't look so interesting at first, but then in an inside pocket some interesting things were tucked in. Three condoms, a business card from a Susanne Leonel, and his wedding band. The ring was in brushed gold with a line in the middle made of platinum. I felt a bit sick looking at it in my palm, but I still tried it on all my fingers. It was far too big, and even if I felt sick knowing it was his wedding band, I smirked to myself. He was so big. While taking it off my little finger, I saw the engraving inside of it and gave it a closer look.

May & Keith 2015-05-30

“May”? Was that her name? Was his wife's name May? Was that even a name? I tried to picture how a May could look and could just see an old lady in front of me. I looked at myself in the mirror and let the robe slip down from my shoulders. I knew I was pretty, but I also knew I still looked a bit childish. May didn't look childish; I knew that. She probably was the same age as Keith; they had been married far too long for her to be much younger. Ten years. I was eleven when they got married. It was a weird thought, but I would rather be his young mistress than his old wife. I knew he would pick me over her. I opened up the robe and let it fall to the floor. I looked at my body closely, dragging my hands over perky nipples and rounded hips. He would pick me over May. I put the ring on my index finger and smirked at my own reflection. He didn't need the ring anymore so instead of putting it back in his toiletry bag I put it down inside my own, then I walked out naked to the bed, waiting for him with my legs spread wide.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all. I thought I'd uncovered your secrets, but, turns out, there's more…

×××

Keith drove me home but not the whole way so my parents wouldn't see him come back. With teary eyes and a pussy that felt ripped apart, I said goodbye to him. He gave me several kisses while I begged him, Daddy, to not go, but he explained he needed to do his job, then he left me alone on the side of the road a few houses from my parents’ house, with my tears streaming. I knew I was silly, but something about him made me feel so small, like he needed to be close to me and take care of me. It was a tragic thought that I wouldn't see him for three whole weeks, and when I came into the house, I didn't even try to hide my tears. My dad looked up at me from the dinner table where he sat with his laptop and furrowed his brows.

“What is it, honey?”

“I just feel sick. I think I got the flu…” I cried and dried my cheeks while walking up the stairs. He walked out to the hallway and looked after me.

“Should I make some tea for you?”

“It's okay, Dad.”

I didn't even think about how I addressed him, but unconsciously he had become just Dad now. I had another Daddy now, the only man who could care and protect me. Keith Toshko.

×××

Don't leave me lonely. Don't leave me unhappy. Just bring me up into your fate. If you don't need me, then don't deceive me. Letting my freedom turn into stone. Just be my angel, if you love me…

I had stayed in my room, lying in bed like I actually was sick. My mom had checked up on me a couple of times, stroking my hair away from my forehead that wasn't warm and giving me tea for a throat that wasn't sore. The only thing that was sore was my pussy but also my aching heart. I missed him so much already, so when I got a text from him saying he took a break from the car ride to eat at McDonald's, I could feel my heart beating like a drum in my chest.

I miss you so much already.

I miss you too, baby. But I need to work. How are you feeling? Still sore?

I felt a blush on my cheeks because not only did I think about our time in the hotel room but also what I had said outside of the elevator. I had told the couple I loved him. I laid my hands over my face and made an involuntary sound of embarrassment. I was glad he hadn't brought it up because I understood he didn't have those feelings for me yet. He was not as naive and childish as me, but I didn't really know what I said was true either.

Yes, still sore. Do you know something that can help?

Haha, I dunno. I want to help you, baby, but I've never had those problems myself. I think you can buy calming creams at the drugstore. I think I remember something about yogurt, but that might be because it tastes better than lotion haha.

He could make me blush even if he was miles away, but the thing about yogurt didn't sound completely stupid; it sounded nice to have something cooling on, so I let him wait so I could get some yogurt, and he could guide me through it.

I walked down the stairs, obviously happier than I had been before, and prepared myself to say I felt better to my parents, but instead I sneaked into the kitchen where they were to not interrupt their conversation. Their conversation about Keith.

“That's so typical of him. Why can't he just accept a friendly hand for once?” Said my mom while she fixed herself a smoothie.

“I don't know. I guess he's just used to solving things like that,” answered my dad, leaning against the counter nonchalantly. It was obvious he didn't care as much as my mom. I opened the fridge, pretending to mind my own business.

“Solving? There is nothing to solve. We opened our home because we were worried for him, not to get money!”

“It's just his way to say thank you, Giselle. It's not like he can't afford it.”

“I know he can afford it! It's just sad that he feels obligated to pay everyone around him.”

I couldn't stop myself from turning around to look at them. I could almost guess what they were implying, but it didn't add up with Keith's humble ways.

“Is he rich?” I asked with the vanilla yogurt in my hand. My parents look at each other. My mom looked uncomfortable, but my dad just sighed.

“Yes. Keith is rich. Toshko Electronics?” With a finger, he lazily hit the logo on the mixer. “It's his family's company. He's filthy rich. He really wants to pretend to be a struggling artist, so don't say anything about it when he comes home again.”

I could hear a buzzing sound in my ears. It was probably the sound of all my thoughts and feelings flying around in my head. Keith was rich. Keith was a rich man in a divorce.

“His divorce will take ages, will it not?” I asked hopelessly without thinking about my question being weird. My mom gave me a strange look, but my dad seemed unbothered.

“Probably. She wants money while his family will not let her win, even if he just wants a friendly end.”

I could feel my eyes tearing up, and my mom gave me a worried look.

“What is it, honey?”

“Um… I just feel sorry for him. He's a really nice man. He deserves to move on.”

My mom nodded, but I could see in her eyes that she didn't really believe what I was saying. While I took a spoon, I ignored her looks, and then I walked up to my room where my phone rested on a pink pillow. Keith had sent one more message: his username on Snapchat.

So I can teach you how to put that yogurt on. It can get messy ;)

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #barbarian #keith toshko #keith

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isak-dot-gov · 3 days ago

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Could you write one for ines x reader who still goes to uconn and is missing her after her transfer?

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Pairing: Inês Bettencourt x Reader

Word count: 1194

Summary: Based on the request

My Masterlist :)

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It’s been three weeks since Inês transferred to Gonzaga, and every day without her feels like an eternity. You try to keep busy with your own college life at UConn, but it’s hard to ignore the empty space beside you, both in your dorm room and in your heart. You can still remember how it felt when Inês was here, the way she always made time to be with you, despite her busy schedule.

Your texts and phone calls with Inês have become more precious than ever, but they’re not the same as having her right there. The first few days after her departure, you couldn’t help but feel a little lost. You’d always been so focused on her when she was around, making sure she had everything she needed, cheering her on at every game. Now, it felt like your world was a little quieter, a little less bright.

Tonight, you're lying on your bed, scrolling through pictures of the two of you together. There’s a picture of you and her laughing in the cafeteria, and another of her in her UConn jersey with her arm around you after a game. You press your fingers against the screen, wishing you could reach through and feel her next to you again.

Just as you set your phone down with a sigh, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, hoping for a message from Inês, and your heart skips a beat when you see her name.

Inês: “Hey, love. I miss you. I wish I could be there with you right now.”

You immediately respond, fingers flying over the keys.

You: “I miss you too. More than you can imagine. It’s been so hard without you here. UConn just isn’t the same without you on the court... and beside me.”

Inês: “I know… it feels weird being here without you. I’ve been keeping busy, but I just wish we could be together. I know things are different now, but I love you. So much. And I promise, I’m doing everything I can to make this work.”

You smile at her words, the warmth of her love radiating through your phone. But the reality of the situation still stings, and the silence after each message feels like it’s stretching on longer than it should.

You: “I’m so proud of you, you know that, right? I know you’ll do great things there. But god, it’s hard... waking up without you next to me, not seeing you on campus, not going to your games...”

Inês doesn’t reply for a while, and you wonder if she’s typing a long message or just taking a moment to think. When she does finally respond, it’s a simple text that makes your heart flutter.

Inês: “I’m coming to see you soon. I promise. It won’t be long now, I miss you so much. Let’s plan for something special when I get there, okay?”

Your heart races, the thought of seeing her again filling you with warmth.

You: “Yes. Yes, please. I can’t wait to hold you again.”

There’s a pause, and then you see Inês’s response.

Inês: “Me neither. Just a little longer, and I’ll be back in your arms. I love you.”

You: “I love you too. Always.”

You let out a sigh of relief, the ache in your chest easing slightly. The distance between you and Inês may be painful, but knowing she feels the same way helps make it bearable. You may not be together right now, but your love for each other is strong, and soon, you’ll be together again. And until then, you’ll cherish every message, every call, every moment you share.

The next few days drag on in a haze of longing and routine. You try to focus on schoolwork, but your thoughts constantly wander to Inês. Every time your phone buzzes, you hope it’s a message from her. The time difference makes it hard to sync up, and sometimes it feels like you’re barely catching a glimpse of her between her practices and your assignments.

You’re sitting at your desk, scrolling through a few last-minute notes for an upcoming exam, when your phone rings. You don’t even have to look at the screen to know it’s her. The ring tone you set specifically for Inês plays in your ears, and your heart leaps.

You: “Hey, beautiful.”

Inês: “Hey. How’s it going? Are you surviving finals week?”

You laugh softly, feeling a little better just hearing her voice.

You: “Barely. I miss you so much... but I’ll get through it. When are you coming again?”

Inês: “I told you, soon. Just a bit longer. I can’t wait to see you. But don’t stress, I’ll be there soon enough.”

The conversation continues for a while, but eventually, it winds down. You tell each other “I love you,” and hang up, still aching for the day when you don’t have to hang up at all.

You spend the rest of the evening in a quiet daze, imagining her being there with you, holding you, making everything feel okay. But as the night wears on, you remind yourself of her promise to visit soon. You text her again, excited but patient.

You: “Are you sure you’re coming soon? I keep dreaming about you being here and waking up feeling empty... I just want you here already.”

It’s late, so you don’t expect an immediate reply, but when your phone buzzes an hour later, you nearly drop it in surprise.

Inês: “Pack a bag, I’m in the lobby.”

Your heart stops for a beat, and then it starts to race faster than you can keep up. You immediately jump out of bed, throwing open the door to your dorm room to make sure everything is in order.

You: “What do you mean, you’re in the lobby? How?”

Inês: “I couldn’t wait any longer. I missed you too much. I’m here, baby. Open the door. I’m right outside.”

You rush to your door, your hands trembling with excitement. When you pull it open, there she is—standing there in a hoodie and jeans, her long hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She grins at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and before you can say a word, she pulls you into a tight embrace.

You close your eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, and the overwhelming sense of relief that floods through you.

Inês: “I told you I’d be here soon, didn’t I?”

You pull back slightly, looking at her with disbelief.

You: “You came early! I can’t believe you’re here.”

Inês: “I couldn’t wait. You’ve been so patient, but I missed you too much. And I promised you I’d come, so I did.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize she's not just your girlfriend—she’s your home, your heart, and she’s finally here, where she belongs.

You: “You’re really here. I’m never letting you go again.”

Inês laughs softly, wiping away a tear that had slipped down your cheek.

Inês: “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, with her arms around you, everything finally feels right again.

#wbb #gonzaga #ines bettencourt #inês bettencourt #inês bettencourt x reader

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blankwashed · 3 days ago

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(Triggers: He’s a dragon here, explicit sexual content, domination & control, begging & power play, rough intimacy, sensual tension, emotional manipulation [mild], heavy teasing)

Read on to find out what’s happening! I’m not gonna give away any spoilers for this. I’m just gonna say its nasty af 🤣 (damn what was my brain thinking at that time)

“It’s alright, couples fight don’t they? They do. They do. They do. They do…” you kept reminding yourself.

Sylus leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed with his fiery gaze fixed on you as he pondered in silence as well. His calm demeanour only serving as a way to irritate you further.

“You always do this!” you snapped, throwing your arms in the air. “You think you can control everything and newsflash, Sylus, you were never able to control me and never will be!”

His jaw clenched at your words. Never? Ha! He swayed his powerful tail slowly — like a predator waiting to pounce.

He lifted you up with by his tail and brushed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. He loves it when your small frame tries to argue with him. “You can’t expect me to be angry either…” he murmured, his voice already in a different tone.

His tail tightened just enough to pull a gasp from your lips. Your face was already flushed, not only from the heat his body was radiating but from the dominance he exuded without even trying.

“You talk too much,” Sylus murmured against your sin, his lips curving into a smirk as he nipped at your collabone. “But I always get the last word, don’t I?”

It was like you couldn’t breathe as his tail tightened just a little more, keeping you pinned effortless against the wall. Your hands instinctively found his shoulders, fingers already digging into his firm muscles ash he slowly dragged his long tongue along the sensitive spot beneath your jaw.

“S-Sylus-“

Sylus tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What happened to all that attitude, huh? Where’s that big mouth now?” his thumb brushes over your lower lip, teasing, daring you to bite on it, but he knows you wouldn’t. Not when you were already trembling for him.

His tail curls around you tighter, keeping you right where he wanted you. His hand slides down to your waist, fingers pressing into your soft skin. “See, this is why I don’t need to control you,” he hallows into your ear. “Because at the end of the day, I don’t have to. You always crawl to me, under my rule and of course, desperate for me.”

This time he grips your chin, tilting your head back as if he was examining a high sorted out specimen. Sylus’s thumb stroked cross your flushed cheek as his smirk widens. “That mouth of yours….you know it gets you into so much trouble, doesn’t it?” he says as he drags his lips along your jaw before nibbling at your throat. “But it’s okay baby. I know exactly how to handle you.”

Dragons are mean, you say to yourself as his tail tightened just a little more, making you squirm. He wanted to remind you about just who’s in charge.

“Go on,” he whispers now against your skin, voice dripping victoriously. “Say it again. Say it sweetly. Say it properly and maybe I’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

Sylus was dominant, possessive and teasing with an edge of control and intensity. His strong-will and confidence always rules against you as he breaks you down knowing how much it gets under your skin and insides crumble. That’s his way of showing how his deep possessiveness over you in a way no one else ever could.

He steps in closer, pressing you against the wall, his body caging yours in. His fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns down your sides, his grip firm enough to remind you exactly who’s in control.

“Tell me, baby,” he murmurs , voice low and thick with heat. His fingers curl under your chin, tilting your head up so he sees every flicker of emotion in those gorgeous eyes of yours. “You still got a joke up your sleeve or are you ready to let me take what’s mine?”

Want. Need. Surrender.

He and you know that the second that “yes” slips from your lips, he wouldn’t waste a single moment.

“Yes my dragon…..” you said, with an aroused look on your face. Oh well, he’s already got you by your toes doesn’t he?

Gripping around you, his control snaps in an instant and his hands are on your hips, drawing you closer to him. His grip tightens around your waist, burning slightly at this point. But you know, it wasn’t to hurt you at all but to mimick just the right amount of hurt that would turn you on. His breath would be hot against your skin as his words sends shivers down your spine as he murmured, “Good girl.” and those words sent a shiver down your spine, every time.

His lips would trail your neck with slow and deliberate kisses with his large mouth..those thick luscious lips. His grip also never loosens - if anything. it tightens, reassuring you that you are his and he is yours and nothing will ever change it.

“You love this, don’t you?” he says while smirking, his voice rough, dripping with tease. His teeth grazed over the sensitive spot in between your breasts, and the moan that you let out only makes his smirk widen. “The harsh way I handle you… its the only way I make you mine.”

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him-those sharp hungry eyes devouring every bit of you. His heavy breathing, his long tongue licking his lips and his thumb that brushes over your parted lips…are all tell-tale signs that he’s horny and wants you.

But he doesn’t give in to his own desires. He wants to see you beg, he wants to see your desire for him.

“You always act like you can resist me, and at this point it’s getting silly,” Sylus says against your skin. His teeth nips at the delicate flesh between your breasts again before he soothes the bite by lapping up the delicate flesh. “But your body? It never lies to me, sweetie.”

His veiny hands removed your flimsy skirt and panties in fast action. “You still think I’m mean or….am I just claiming what’s mine?” he said in a possessive tone. “and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Sylus could see the look in your eyes, the look of desperation, of you finally giving into him but he still wanted you to say it. “You can’t hide it, baby.” he whispers, his lips hovering over yours making you body ache in desperation. “I know exactly what you need…what you want, but I need you to beg for it. Beg for it like the little kitty you are.”

“Please…” you gasp, the words tumbling out in a broken moan. The shift in your voice, the tone of your desperate plea only pushed his control over you.

Being unfazed by your begging he tightens around your waist and lifts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What was that, sweetheart?” he teased. “Was that your way of begging? I knew you’d come around, but not like that. Beside, you know better than to try and not succumb to my actions.”

Sylus wasn’t cruel, after all. His grip softens just slightly as his hands spreads your legs apart while admiring your hardened nipples, round hips and thick thighs. He starts licking and sucking your wet pink hole greedily like if he owned it.

His tongue swirled around your clit, lapping up all the wetness you’ve produced while his fingers remained there to spread your legs apart, making sure they do not close in on his treasure. It was too much for your to bear as you were trembling from the way that he did not allow you to reach your climax.

“Nghh…fuck, Sylus..Please, fuck me…I’m sorry I was a bad girl…” she whimpered, begging for his mercy.

He ignores your apologies, too focused on making you reach your peak but only to stop a second before it hits. Adding a finger, he scissors it open and stretches you further as he eats your clit, his favourite dessert. His other hand reaches up to pinch and tug on your nipples, adding to the overwhelming stimulation. “Bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?” he added while infamously smirking.

Despite your continuous begging, he still ignores your pleas only to lift his head up momentarily with a wicked smirk. “Not until this sexy pussy screams my name while cumming over my tongue again. Then maybe, only maybe I’d consider giving you my cock.” he growled, plunging his tongue back into your folds without warning.

You would do anything, anything he asked you to do at this point. “Yes, Sylus! I will do anything you say! Please, just make me cum! I would do anything you say!” you said shakily in desperating tone.

“Anything? Even when I want to fuck your tight little hole?” his hands grip on your thighs painfully, spreading you wider while his tongue continues working on your pussy masterfully. “Answer when daddy asks you a question.”

You were sweating terribly, hot from the heat he gave you whenever he’s around you. “Yes! Of course, daddy…anything!”

“Spread your legs wider, my thick cock isn’t going to fit into your pussy when you’re all scrunched up like that. You’re acting as if I never fucked you, do you need me to remind you again?” he watched your body intently-your back arched slightly off the bed, breasts moving back and forth as you breathed. “You’d let daddy breed you here too?”

“Of course daddy….I’m your little hole, your breeding hole…” you whimpers with your last bit of strength left in you. “Daddy’s gonna fill this ass up with his big cock,” he warned as he flipped you over on your stomach.

He spanked your right cheek hard, making it jiggle. Oh, his favourite thing to do to you. Other than fucking you, of course. “So. you’d take daddy’s big dick here?” he spanked your left cheek equally hard before spreading them apart to expose your puckered hole. Before you reply, he spits on it without warning. “Answer me, kitty.”

“Yes daddy, anything. I love you, you know that right?” you say with a shaky breath.

“I know,” he teases again, slowly pushing his thumb inside your tight hole. He watches it disappear inch by inch, his other hand reaching under your stomach to rub your belly possessively. “Daddy’s gonna claim all these tiny little holes tonight, you understand?” he wiggles his thumb inside you.

In a shaky whimper you nodded, giving him the green light.

He removed his thumb and positioned himself between your legs, his thick veiny cock pressing against your puckered hole. “Here we go, baby,” he grips your hips firmly and pushes forward, his cock head popping into your tight ring. “Unghh, fuck..”

“Nghhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Daddy you’re too big!” you squirmed and cried from the pain he’s causing. “Shh, baby.” he soothes, pushing in a little further, knowing that you can take him a little more. He reaches around to play with your clit, helping you to relax your muscles. “You can take it, I know you can.” He starts to thrust slowly, inch by inch, stretching your ass open.

You grip onto his shoulders and breathes with a technique thought to you by him in the past to lessen the pain. “Baby girl’s so tight back here, just like how I like it.” he pushes in deeper, gritting his teeth. “You’re not using those dildos here huh? Just preparing it for me?” he said while capturing your moans with his, swallowing your cries and replies.

“Nghh, nghh….please…go slow and at least it’ll feel good for me…” you pleaded dreadingly. He kissed and nuzzled your skin, murmuring soothing words as he started to move in and out of your in a calculated and slow pace. To distract you, his hands roamed your body, squeezing your tits and playing with your clit. “Is this better, love?”

You nodded while moaning. “Nghhhh, yes, my dragon. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I’m staying loyal to you forever.” you reassured your love for him.

“Good girl,” he purred, his tail wrapped around your thigh and pulled it up higher against his side. He started to move deeper, to hit that spot inside you that made you whimper. “My sweet, loyal baby…” He growled , his claws dug gently into your backside.

His gentle thrusting was making you see stars, blurry images in your mind. “Nghh! Daddy, play with my clit just like how you always do…”

“With pleasure,” he smirked, his hand moved faster over your clit. His hips picked up speed, thrusting in and out of your tight hole. He leaned down to bite your shoulder, his other hand squeezing your tit hard. “You’re mine, understand? Only mine!”

You could feel your orgasm approaching fast and he could feel it too with how your legs were shaking. “Nghh! Yes daddy! I’m cumming!!” you screamed as you came so hard around his monstrous cock. As he felt your tight ass clench violently around his plunging cock, he snarled in pleasure as his hips slammed into you through your orgasm.

“Fuuuck yes, milk daddy’s cock! Just like that! Unghhh!” he shouted as you came undone beautifully as he held onto your back through the entire thing. He slowed his thrusts, giving you a moment to recover. Sylus leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue claimed dominance with yours. “You did so good, my love,” he praised with his hand that continued to play with your sensitive clit as you shivered from his touch. “I’m so proud of you.”

The realisation of how you were such a brat before he fucked you came to your mind. “Hngggg…I…I’m sorry I got carried away just now..I’m so stressed with work/studies okay? I’m sorry I took it out on you…” you said sheepishly, not looking into his eyes.

He pulled out of your ass slowly, his cock glistened with your juices, He flipped you over onto your back, cuddling you in his arms. “Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he soothed, kissing your forehead. “You don’t have to apologise to me.”

“I don’t?” you pouted softly and carreses his cheek.

“No,” he nuzzled against your small pout, his tail wrapped around your waist possesively. “You always get so upset and blame yourself for everything. I’m not mad at you, baby girl.” He murmurs, his fingers carding through your hair gently.

“Mmm, now this is why I love you so much. You don’t belittle me for being a regular human.” she said as she chuckled with a blush on her cheeks.

He chuckled softly, booping your nose playfully with a clawed finger. "Well, duh. You're my amazing, imperfect human. Who else would put up with a stubborn dragon?" He smirks, his amber eyes twinkling mischievously as he pulls you closer.

#fics #sylus smut #l&ds smut #dragon smut #HAHAHA #lads smut #blankwashed smut #my daddy <3

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Cherry. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!nsfw, SA, reader is attacked, smut, fingering, p in v sex, virginity loss, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, pining!

For the most part, you were quiet.

By far the most quiet soldier on base. Soap and Gaz liked to joke about it.

You might’ve been silent, but it’s because you’re an observer. You watch and listen. Most of all though, you’re watching him.

Your captain.

You’ve had an obvious crush on him since the day you met him, and when he recruited you for his task force, you wanted to scream. Working alongside him every day. Seeing him every day. It was torture really but you looked forward to it because than, you’d be around him. Before, you seen him a couple times a year, now you see him every day.

Some days are harder than others, you want him so bad but know you can’t have him. That’s tough, but you’re managing.

Nobody has clued in on your little crush yet, thank god. If someone else found out, you’d never hear the end of it.

Captain Price feels bad. He feels bad because he recruited you for hands on missions but you ended up being so much better than everyone else at paperwork that you usually get stuck with the work load. You didn’t exactly like it but you liked the quiet time. Even though you usually got left behind on base to do it. You liked that you spent some time in his office though, seeing as it smelled like him. You were too scared to snoop through his desk, but the smell of him lingers and when you’re in his office, sometimes the both of you are inside. He makes small talk with you and those days you look forward to.

You’re making your way through a stack of paperwork. It’s tedious really, reading over everything, filling out mission reports. It’s all the same repetitive paperwork. But Soap always screws up and Ghost will weasel his way out of any paperwork. Gaz is capable but gets distracted so easily that only half of it will get done. When Laswell isn’t here, there’s no one to do it. So here you are.

Your phone dings in your pocket, technically you’re not supposed to have it on you since you’re actively working but you did anyways. You sigh when you see who it is.

A newer recruit to the base had gotten your phone number from Johnny. Told him some lie about needing to ask you about your watch together. So Johnny gave it to him. Now he’s done nothing but message you nonstop. More specifically, wanting to get closer to you because he liked you. The messages were starting to get a little threatening. You’d been meaning to talk to Captain Price about it but hadn’t gotten the chance yet.

You ignore the few dings that go off, finally digging it out of your pocket.

Hey, what’re you up to?

Soap said you’re in the captains office doing paperwork again, need some company?

Hello?

I see, playing hard to get. I’ll come to you than.

Nerves set in right as you see the last message but before you can react, the door handle twists.

Your lips part, eyes wide. Relief floods through you as your Captain steps inside. You quickly appear to be doing something else, not wanting to incriminate yourself.

A knock at the door right after Captain Price sits down has your hair raising. “Yeah?” Captain Price calls. The door opens and there he is. “Ryan, how can I help you?”

“I just wanted to speak with Y/N for a moment sir.” He nods. His eyes glance to you, seeing that you’ve gone completely rigid at the sight of him. Why are you apprehensive like that?

“Uh.. I’ll be done in a couple hours, can it wait?” You mumble.

“Suppose so.” He nods. He stands there for another few seconds before leaving.

“That was awkward.” Captain Price chuckles. “Tell me about it.” You mumble. “Something going on between you two?” He asks. “No. He wants there to be but no.” You mumble. “I’m not going to be that hard on you. Whatever happens off base happens off base.” He shrugs. You shake your head. “I- no. I’m not interested in him at all.”

“Yeah, you kind’ve got all tense there.” He laughs.

“He got my phone number from Johnny. Sometimes his messages give me the creeps.” You shake your head. “Really? What does he say?”

You read out some of the things he’s said. Seeing his smile. “Think he’s just interested and doesn’t know how to express it.” He mumbles. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before so I don’t know what’s predatory and what’s normal.” You snort. He freezes up. “Wait.. are you still a virgin?” He asks. You can feel crimson rising up your cheeks. Fuck. You’d just incriminated yourself. You shrug your shoulders, avoiding his gaze. He laughs. “Well. Maybe if you get laid you won’t be so uptight, hm?”

You look away from him. In disbelief that he’d just said that to you. You try to laugh it off, but it doesn’t sit right with you.

After a few more minutes, he ends up getting called out by Johnny for something else. Leaving you alone in his office once more. You feel gross, the pedestal you’d put him on. Refusing to believe that he wasn’t like every other guy, and how he’d just proved you so wrong.

Later that same night, when you’re getting text messages from Ryan again, you’re not in your right headspace. He’s out drinking with Johnny and Ghost, they play pool sometimes off base. He stays out, and tells you to come join him.

Maybe your Captain is right, maybe you do need it. Clearly it’s never going to be him. You don’t know what you’re thinking as your feet carry you down the sidewalk. Catching a cab to the bar.

You step into the dive bar and see him sitting on a stool at the bar, clearly chatting up the bartender. You swallow hard, making your way up to him. You sit down next to him. “Hey. Finally joining me?” He laughs. You smile, every cell in your body is telling you to run but you stay. You’re in the military, when your body says to run, you run. But you don’t.

You buy a couple of drinks, he never offers you any.

What a gentleman.

“Hey, cmon.” He grasps your arm. You can hear it in his voice that he’s trying to get lucky. You swallow hard.

He leads you out to the back alley of the bar, pushing your back up against the old brick wall. A gasp leaves your lips and you try to turn your head but he forces you to kiss him. “You’re so sexy. Been waiting for you to come out with me.”

As his fingertips glide past your waistband and into your jeans, you feel bile growing at the back of your throat. “Wait- Ryan stop.” You breathe. He forces his lips over yours, muffling your sounds. “S-stop!” He clamps a hand over your mouth.

He forces a finger between your legs, the intrusion and tearing feeling has you crying out. On instinct you throw your face into his, forehead knocking into his face, sending a knee into his groin. He cries out and topples over into the ground. You try to rush away from him but he snatches you by your arm, pulling you back into the wall, the back of your head hits the brick wall and stuns you.

He forces you to the ground and you try to fight him but you’re still dizzy. His hand meets with your cheek in a harsh slap, knocking your face to the side. He forces your arms above your head with one hand, the other going for your waistband. He’s about to line himself up with you and seal the deal when you slam your face into his once again, this time bloodying his nose completely, and yours in the process. You get your feet up onto his chest and kick him off of you, knocking the air out of him. You stand up and run away in a hurry. He tries to call out to you that he didn’t mean it but you don’t stick around.

You run until your lungs burn. The muscles in your legs crying out for relief. But you keep running.

You don’t know at which point you stop. Calves still burning as you walk back into the base. Luckily the tears have stopped falling and now you were just cold. The pain you feel between your legs is dull and aching. How dare he.

You’re speed walking to your room where you know there’s a lock on the door but you turn the corner and slam right into someone, you scurry back. Scared that it’s him again but Ghost reaches out to steady you, Soap standing right at his side. “Woah! What the hell happened?”

You’re about to hyperventilate when Soap reaches out.

“Y/N!” Ryan calls out to you from the hallway. Had he really caught up that fast? That means he was so close to you…

You scramble to get away but Soap holds you still. “What the fuck is going on?” Ghost growls. “It… it was just a misunderstanding. Y/N, can I please talk to you?” You break free from Soap’s grasp and take off running at a full sprint to your room. You’re terrified. “What the fuck did you do to her?” Soap asks. “I swear I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Go to your room, I’m gonna be watching.” He threatens. Ghosts eyes are stone cold.

You try to forget about it for the night.

—

The following day when you’re sitting in your captains office, the dread you feel is unmatched. He notices that there’s something off about you, every time you move, you wince like something is hurting you. You’ve also got makeup on when he’s told you it’s not allowed, but he ignores it. Just this once.

You’ve also got a small bruise on your forehead with a cut in the middle which means something hit you, something you couldn’t hide with makeup. He chooses to ignore it, maybe you’re just sore from sitting all of the time or something. Maybe you’ve just hit your head. A knock at the door draws his attention away from you, and he looks up. “Yeah?” He calls. “Uh. Sorry to bother.” You hear his voice. Captain price narrows his eyes when he sees Ryan has a line across his nose and a bruise around his eye, where he’d clearly been hit. “Y/N, can I talk to you? In private.” He mumbles. He’s bold.

Captain Price can see how rigid you’ve gone, how you clearly are even more uncomfortable than the day before. “No, you need to leave me alone Ryan.” You mumble. This raises a massive red flag and Ryan hoped you wouldn’t bring it to your captains attention. He leaves quickly after. Captain Price sighs. “Alright. What happened?” He mumbles, turning in his chair. “Nothing.” You mumble.

“Y/N.” His voice is deeper. “Don’t you lie to me.”

“Hey.” Johnny's voice startles the both of you. "Captain. A word?" He nods. John stands up from his desk and follows Johnny out.

A while later, they come back.

"Sweetheart." Johnny nods.

You look up from the table toward the door, seeing Soap, Gaz, and your Captain standing there. “Uh.. hey?” You sit up, trying to hide the wince.

“Uh… We talked to Ryan. You know... You looked hysterical last night. I just.. wanted to come check on you.” He swallows hard. You look down. “I’m good, Johnny.”

“Y/N. I’m sorry I gave him your phone number. I can’t help but feel like this is my fault.” He sighs. You laugh. “It’s not your fault Soap. I think he wanted my number bad enough to get it from anyone.” He sits down in front of you. Your captain pulls up a chair next to him. They’re cornering you and it’s making you nervous. “Why don’t you take the day off?” He mumbles. “I could do this or I could go sit in my room alone.” You smile. “I’m alright Johnny. Is.. something wrong?”

“We uh… got the whole story from Ryan.” He mumbles, looking at your Captain. “Oh…”

“You made it sound like it wasn’t that bad. So.. maybe we should hear your side?” He mumbles.

“Uh.. alright? I guess.” You shrug. “I.. agreed to go get a drink with him and he pulled me around to the back of the building, I’m assuming to get me alone. He.. tried to kiss me and put his hand…” you swallow hard. Clearly getting choked up. “Down my pants and I pushed him back but he wouldn’t move. Than he… forced his fingers in… so I headbutted him and got him off and tried to run but he grabbed my arm.”

You roll your sleeve up, the handprint bruise where he’d grabbed you still shows. Even darker now. “He slammed me back into the brick wall and it stunned me a little bit. He got me onto the ground, hit me, and than…” you freeze, eyes boring into the desk. “Tried to uh.. tried to-“

“Okay.. we don’t need anymore alright but Y/N.” Captain Price gets your attention. “This is not something I should be finding out about the next day, this is something you come right to me over. This is serious, he attacked you.” You nod. “Yes sir.” He stands up. Walking out of the room, clearly pissed.

Johnny sighs. “It’s going to be alright. You need anything just ask alright?”

You nod. “Thanks Johnny.” You smile. Once he’s gone, you’re alone again. Thank god. You needed the space. You feel like there’s a massive weight on your shoulders. It doesn’t take long and you’re losing track of time. Zoning out and losing yourself in the endless paperwork.

The sound of yelling and commotion in the hallway drags you away from your thoughts, you stand up to go find out what it is. As a soldier you learn to run toward the danger, not away from it.

You make your way down the hallways quickly, turning the corner and running straight into your Captain. He's got his arms crossed, watching Ghost try to contain Ryan.

Your eyes widen and you step forward, your Captain realizes it's you, putting a hand out to stop you.

“What? Now that you’re with him, you’re big and bad huh? Couldn’t defend yourself alone?” Ryan taunts you. Something you've grown to really hate in the military. Taunting.

You grit your teeth.

His words fade out but he’s still talking, your ears begin to ring and you hear no more of the mess around you. He breaks free out of Ghost's grasp and moves toward you. Before you realize it, you’ve got your Captain’s gun out of his waistband and you’re aiming it at Ryan. His eyes widen as you line up with his body.

“Y/N NO!”

They try to get to you but don’t reach you in time.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Soap grasps your arm and raises it in the air, eventually knocking the gun from your hand. Everything moves in slow motion as Ryan topples to the ground.

———

It’s hours later and Captain Price is out looking for you but he can’t find you. It’s passed midnight and you’re not in your room, he doesn’t even think to look in his office still. There’s no way you’re there still. But he checks anyways.

To his surprise, you’re still sitting right where he’d left you. Only now, there’s no paperwork left and you’re just staring off into space. You’ve still got blood all over you from the incident. It's amazing how far blood travels when the body is penetrated by a .45.

“Y/N?” He asks. He doesn’t get a response. He approaches slow not wanting to startle you. “Y/N?” His hand on your shoulder is what finally drags you out of your thoughts. You jump away from him, eyes going wide. When you realize it’s him, your heart settles. “The hell are you still doing in here?”

“Oh- I don’t know. Lost track of time I suppose.” You mumble. “I’d say so. It’s passed midnight darling.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He laughs. “Got through all of that paperwork.” he nods toward the empty part of your desk that was once piled. “Oh.. yeah. That was a while ago.” You mumble. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” He drags his chair toward you to sit down near you. His close proximity sends warmth pooling between your thighs. It feels like your veins are on fire when he’s this close to you. “Yeah. I’m good. Just.. out of it.” You look down. You’re fumbling with your hands and he knows why.

You feel like what happened the night before is your fault.

He rests his hand on your thigh. “I know that you probably think that this is your fault because you think you initiated whatever happened between you and him, but it’s not. A grown man knows that when someone tells him to stop, he stops. That’s just that. Doesn’t matter who started what or where you thought it was going, when someone says no or stop, they’re supposed to. This isn’t your fault and you don’t have to stress like this over it. You owe him nothing.” You look down at the ground. Knowing that he has a point. “Yeah.. I know. I just regret being stupid enough to go in the first place. But I’m fine. I get shot at and kill people for a living. He doesn’t bother me.” You roll your eyes, looking down at your desk. “It should bother you, and I don’t believe you when you say that. I can tell that it does. But I’ve taken care of it.” He sighs. “What did you do?” You ask. “He’s off my base and away from you, that’s what matters.”

“Did.. did he survive?” You ask. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. But I have to say I’m impressed, all three shots you took even without aiming still hit.” He laughs. You smile.

“Captain?” You ask. “Yeah?”

“Why do you think he was so persistent?” You ask. He sighs. “I don’t know Y/N.” He chews on his lip. “There’s obviously something about you that captivated him bad enough to want to hurt you in that way.” His voice is low. “But you’re a real pretty girl and you’re a genuine person. It doesn’t surprise me, but his persistence was terrifying." He’s exasperated. “I’m okay. I’d rather take a punch than be-“ you freeze before the word can come out of your mouth. He swallows hard.

"What made you even decide to go out with him in the first place? I saw you yesterday talking to him. You clearly didn't like him.”

You sigh. “I.. tried to take your advice.” You mumble.

“Fuck.. can’t you take a joke? I was only pulling your leg.” He sighs. You roll your eyes. Turning away from him. “Y/N. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen to you.” He asks. You pause for a minute, unsure of what to say. “Hey. Look at me.” He grasps your chair, forcing you turn toward him. You swallow hard, stiffening at his close proximity. Despite the situation, your body still fucking wants him. Curse this. He grasps your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

You tug your face away from him.

“Y/N.” He mumbles. He rests his hand on your thigh. “Let me take a look at you. You refused to get looked at by a medic.”

"He just hit me. Nothing I can't handle.” You mumble. “That’s not what I meant.” he glides his hand up your thigh, seeing your eyes widen. “What? I don’t know about that.”

He laughs. “It’s nothing weird alright? Just to make sure you’re alright. I can see you wincing every time you sit down. I just want to make sure than he didn’t.. hurt you too bad. Because if it’s bad enough you’ll need to see a medic.” You look down. Nodding your head. “Okay..” you mumble. He helps you up, nodding to the couch in his office. “Sit down.” He makes his way to the door, locking it. You sit nervously on the couch. Seeing him laugh at your nervousness. “Nothing weird alright? You can trust me.”

He helps you remove one of your pant legs, seeing you still making an effort to cover yourself. “Just lay back, let me see.” He mumbles. He pushes your knees apart, hearing you gulp. You turn your head to the side, you jump when his fingertips touch you. “It’s okay, I’m just getting a good look.” He mumbles. You clench your eyes shut. “I can see where he hurt you, it’s just red but he didn’t draw any blood.” He mumbles. “Does this hurt?” He asks, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the wound. It’s right at the entrance. “It’s.. a little sore. Yeah.” You breathe.

He chews at his lip.

You shouldn’t have let him do this, because if he was ever suspicious of you having a crush on him which he was you’d just showed him the truth. He clears his throat. “I’m going to try something. You trust me?” You nod your head. “Use your words darling.”

“Y-yeah, yes. I trust you.” you breathe. He can hear your heart thumping in your chest. “Deep breath okay?” You take in a breath, but it gets caught in your throat by his finger penetrating you.

You gasp out, flinching away from him slightly. “W-what are you doing?” You shudder as he curls his finger up. You reach down, grasping hold of his wrist to still him, but he moves yours away with his free hand.

“Tell me I’m not mistaken sweetheart. But.. he hurt you just right at the entrance. And.. you hurting?”

He glides his finger back almost completely out, adding another and hearing you gasp out as he pushes them back inside of you. “No- no it doesn’t hurt.” You gasp, trying to move away from him. “That’s two fingers darling. You’re fucking soaked.” He laughs. He holds you down against the couch, so that you don’t wiggle away from him. “You must really not like him for him to have hurt you so easily. And you must really like me.” He laughs. He draws them back, plunging them back inside of you, starting to pump them into you until you’re crying out and squirming. The burning sensation from where Ryan had hurt you is gone now, replaced by pure bliss. You’re crying out, unable to control your sounds. You gasp out, clutching at the couch as he holds you still. Fucking you with his fingers.

When you cum, you let out a mewl. It’s how he knows you cum. His fingers piercing into you, like being touched by a god himself. When he draws his fingers back, you’re panting. Sliding away from him and holding your knees to your chest. Making an attempt at covering yourself up. Staring at him in complete disbelief. How he’d touched you and was so nonchalant about it.

He laughs. He’s resting on the couch, one knee on it, one foot still on the ground. His hand hangs beside him, strings of your arousal drawn between his fingers. He’s still chuckling. “What? Cat got your tongue?” He stands up completely, moving closer to you. You look up at him like you’re mesmerized by him.

“I know about your little crush on me, have for some time.” He breathes. “What I said yesterday, I was just being a dick. And I’m sorry you got hurt because of it.” You nod your head, eyes still glossy as you look up at him. He steps back.

He’d just touched you.

Not only had he touched you, but he made you cum.

The first person to ever do that.

“Captain Price?” You look up at him again. “Yeah darling? Maybe we should get going, it’s about time for bed, it’s la-“

"You're right. I do have a crush on you. I have since I met you."

“I know.”

“How?”

“There are ways you act around me and no one else.”

You smile. “I thought I was better at hiding it.”

“I would’ve never picked up on it if you hadn’t been around me every day.” He laughs.

You smile. Looking up at him.

He smiles. “How do you feel? Still hurting?”

“Not really. It’s weird but that kind’ve helped with the pain.”

“Just opened you up a bit more probably.” You nod, eyes avoiding his once again.

After a moment of silence, you break it.

“Will you have sex with me?”

Those words take him completely by surprise. He freezes up at the request.

“Y/N… I really think you should do some healing first befo-“

“I’m fine.” You smile. “I swear. I’m fine. It just.. it scares me that he came so close to taking my virginity like that. I want you to take it.”

He thinks for a second. “Y/N…” he warns. “You don’t have to, not if you don’t want to of course.” He snorts. “It’s not that I don’t want to, of course I do. It’s just that… I don’t think now is a good time.” You look up at him, smiling. “Neither was a minute ago, but you still fingered me.” You smirk. He rolls his eyes. “Cmon.” He grasps your wrist gently and tugs you out of the office, leading you to his room. “If you really want me to do this, I’m going to do it right.” He mumbles. You nod your head. “Slow. And if you feel any kind of discomfort and don’t want to go any further, I’ll stop.” You nod. “Yes Captain.”

He cups your cheeks and kisses you.

You melt right into him, and you know that this is exactly how it’s supposed to go.

Before you know it, he’s on top of you. He’s got you in his bed. It’s warm, he’s got soft sheets and it smells like cologne. You’re dazed, in a trance by his touch. You feel high off of him. All of this time you’ve waited and it’s finally happening.

He's gentle with you. Something you didn't entirely expect out of a man like Captain Price. He seemed so rough around the edges. He was usually a stern man.

Feeling that his rough hands could be so gentle, running over the most sensitive parts of you.

You'd seen him out on the field. You saw him earlier with Ryan. You knew how violent he could be. All the man really seemed to care about anymore was his task force. You happened to be on it.

"Deep breath for me okay? It's going to hurt."

You nodded your head. You were breathless as he laid over you. His bare stomach pressed to yours as he brushed his cock over your folds. Letting you feel him. He wants to keep you grounded. He doesn't want you to feel forced.

Your eyes are glossy as you look up at him. It eats him alive really, how much you trust him.

You were too trusting with him. He was nothing but a man, a man who you barely knew. Yet here you were. Exposing your most precious parts to him. For no good reason at all, other than the fact that you'd had a crush on him for a while. You were lucky that he was such a good and caring man. Because he would take care of you. He'd do his best to protect you. He always had anyways.

He pushes into you. Inch by agonizing inch, and the saddest part was it hurt nothing like when Ryan had hurt you. But that's how this was supposed to be.

That's why he's walking around with 3 holes in him.

"Look at me."

He grounds you again. He can tell your mind is wandering, and not to a good place. "I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me a story." He forces you to focus on him. "Tell me about the day we first met."

While he's got you distracted, he's sliding in further.

"I- I was on a mission in Iran. Your force stopped at our base to rest for a couple of days." You freeze, closing your eyes.

He draws his hips back and thrusts back in. He'd successfully buried himself to the hilt and was going slow to keep you focused. "Laswell was walking to my superiors office and saw me inside. I was in the back doing paperwork, but earlier in the day s-she-" A moan leaves your lips as he thrusts in. "Keep going. Stay focused."

"She had seen me training a couple of new soldiers to our base. She thought t-that I would be a good fit for the task force, so she went to find you. She brought you back and when you walked in I-"

You gasp out. "I saw you- and than I met you. Found out who you were and you offered me a spot on the task force and I took it."

He chuckles. "Tell me darling. Did you take it because you wanted to be here or did you take it because of your crush on me?"

You smile wide, a grin on your lips that he hadn't seen from you before. Crimson rose on your cheeks.

"Naughty girl." He teases.

"You did so good. You feel me?"

Only now do you realize that he'd been freely thrusting himself inside of you, pain free.

"Holy sh-" Your eyes widen slightly, seeing your body take him. "You're doing so good. Not even bleeding darling." He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. "I knew you were a good fit. You didn't mind doing paperwork. I didn't expect you to follow orders as well as you have. That's your best quality." He smirks.

He lowers himself into you. His body weight completely on yours. Your bare chest presses to his and for a moment it feels like he's trying to suffocate you but he's trying to keep you focused. He's starting to overwhelm you. He uses his right hand to move your hair out of your face, kissing you again.

You close your eyes tightly, trying to keep quiet.

You've got a knot forming in your stomach and you know what it is.

You tilt your head, whining out. "Do you trust me?" He asks. You nod your head.

He presses his hand against your mouth. He's testing you.

He knows you're getting close, he can't deny the fact that he is getting close too. You're wrapped perfectly around him, milking him for all he's worth. You're so tight on him.

You stay relaxed and he's impressed. He knows that you trust him which is what he wanted. He wanted you to stay focused enough on him that the event of the night before would be washed away to the back of your mind while he took your virginity.

You cry into his hand when you reach your peak. Your chest heaves as you take in air like it's limited. He grits his teeth and buries his face into the crook of your neck as he finishes inside of you. The way he sounds is intense.

When he pulls his hand away, you take in a deep breath.

"You alright?" He draws away. You nod your head, still panting. "Your lips are flushed. It's pretty. Like cherries." He smiles. You turn away from him. Already intimidated by him enough.

"It'll get better. The more we do it." He breathes.

"So there will be a next time?" You smile. Cheeks pink.

"If you think you aren't mine after this, you're mistaken."

"Was hoping you'd say that, sir."

———

You make your way down the hallway, head held high. Like you hadn’t taken a beating or shot one of your own the day before. You walk into the mess hall and go right for the coffee. Everyone goes quiet. “Uh.. hey!” Gaz smiles. You turn and smile at him. “Hi.”

“You’re up early.” He mumbles. “Nah, got watch in like… ten minutes.” You look down at your watch.

“What? Y/N, I’ve got your watch covered. No worries.”

You laugh. “I got punched in the face, not shot. I’ll be fine Gaz.” You walk out of the room, everyone exchanges a glance. They don't know the real reason you're in such a good mood.

“She’s one tough girl I’ll tell you.” Ghost mumbles. “Yeah she is, sometimes too tough for her own good.” Soap sighs.

“Wonder what Cap told her about Ryan.” Gaz mumbles.

“Probably some story about him being alive and well.” Soap mumbles.

“Yeah, he might’ve been. Had Ghost not finished the job.” Gaz laughs.

Simon rolls his eyes. “I like Y/N. She’s a good girl. And I don’t like rapists. So.. now we’ve got one less to worry about in the world.” He continues eating his breakfast like nothing has happened.

You stay in the unknown. They think that's the perfect place for you. At least for now.

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 smut #captain john price #price mw2 #captain price #captain johnathan price #john price x reader #price x reader #price x you #cod price #price cod

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starry-milkshake-fan · 3 days ago

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what if Connie fought Zokket instead?

The wattanist ran, she didn’t care about the things in her way, she also didn’t care about getting hurt.

She just wanted to see him.

“Zokket?” She asked, waiting for a reply.

“Connie…why are you here?” he responded, glaring at Connie.

“I came here to look for you! what is that egg?”

“Reclusa…soon there will be enough glohm to reawaken him…”

Connie gulped.

“However, you won’t be there to see it…you interrupted the rebirth, HOW DARE YOU?”

with a yell, Zokket started to attack Connie.

“W-Wait! this isn’t you! you would never do this!” Connie yelled.

“Fool, I’ve always served Reclusa, when I awoke on that lighthouse”

“You mean the lighthouse that you went to check?”

“Check?”

“Yeah! We always went to the lighthouses, however this time you wanted to go alone…I should’ve went with you”

“What are you even saying? I’d never hang out with you!”

Zokket tried to hit Connie with glohm but she dodged.

“I was waiting for those brothers to show up, where are they?!”

“They wanted to go but, I told them I’d face you instead, after all…you wouldn’t hurt me”

“I would hurt you, and without a second thought”

“Because…you forgot about me, but I know deep down that you are there somewhere…come back to me…Cozette!”

Zokket froze for a bit before getting furious and slapping Connie.

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!” Zokket yelled in fury.

“Yes it is! you will always be Cozette! no matter what!” Connie yelled back.

Zokket was done with Connie and launched his wire cutters at her.

“Your shears…I remember when you taught me how to start a garden…”

“A garden? I would never touch those things!”

Zokket punched Connie in the face.

Connie looked at Zokket, who was radiating glohm.

“I won’t give up on you, because…I love you!”

Zokket looked confused and glared at Connie again.

“You are my mentor, my friend and most importantly…my family, I really want to know how you truly feel”

Zokket’s chest started to feel tight.

“So even if you hate me now, I’ll always continue to love you, no matter what happens!”

Zokket tried to avoid eye contact with Connie.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU!”

Zokket screamed and his attacks went haywire.

“I know you’re confused! You’re scared! But I’m here for you now!”

Zokket’s mask started to feel…wet…his mask was tearing up.

“STOP DOING THIS TO ME, I DON’T KNOW YOU, GO AWAY!”

Connie continued to walk towards Zokket, dodging any attacks along the way.

Zokket kept backing away, his tears flying down his face.

“W-Why…do you keep doing this to me? is it because I want to spread glohm, or that I want to force solitude on others…I know I’m selfish!”

Zokket started to whimper.

“I’m selfish! just say it! I’m only doing this to benefit someone! I’m selfish for existing! I’m selfish for everything!”

“Cozette…”

“Please, leave me alone…I just want to be alone!”

Connie hugged Zokket, who was shaking.

“I won’t leave you, never again…I want to stay by your side until you are better”

“You’re…so strange…”

Zokket hugged back.

“I don’t get why I exist, I’ll never understand!”

“I understand how you feel…some people don’t know why they were brought into this world, but you can craft your own purpose!”

Connie smiled.

“I didn’t know why I was born, until I met you…then I found my meaning in life”

“I’ll never understand why you are so kind, I just can’t understand”

“Maybe it’s because I believe people deserve second chances if they truly want one”

Connie and Zokket continued to hug.

“Even if you’ll never remember me, just know, I love you”

If Zokket had a mouth, he’d be smiling right now.

“I…think I understand why people cherish bonds…it feels nice…”

Zokket’s mask began to crack.

“Thank you…Connie”

Zokket’s mask broke and the glohm left his body, revealing Cozette.

“Welcome back…Ms. Cozette”

“CONNIE!”

Sountlet’s voice rang through the halls.

“Sountlet!”

Sountlet sees Connie and flies towards her, Mario and Luigi following.

“Sorry I took so long, but…she’s okay now, she’s back”

Connie smiled at Cozette, who was unconscious.

Suddenly the egg began to shake.

“We should go!”

Mario, Luigi and Connie nodded.

They rush to find an exit.

#mario and luigi brothership #m&l brothership #brothership #mario connie #cozette #zokket #mario #luigi #sountlet #mario fanfic #fanfic #what if

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lokissweater · 4 months ago

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miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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