#yup!!! bed ridden for a bit!!

[castlefly]

!!!!back from hospice!!!

[missmarveledsblog]

Explode (Jake Seresin x Reader) 18+

Summary : When jake does a favor for his mama and his mama's friend by letting her daughter stay it turns out to be jakes personal hell and that can only last till well he explodes .

warning : protective and jealous jake , oral ( fem receiving ) face sitting , fingering , p in v , mutual pinning , idiot in love ( kinda i like making top gun men simps ) . it's smutty so 18+

It was a favor  , a favor that turned into  a year of  his own personal hell . a call from his mom one day , he was tired as hell as she ramble about her friends daughter needing a place to stay since she was coming to san diego for college . a engineering student although wrong he picture to what showed up to his door the following week .  his eyes nearly bulged out of his eyes at sight of most beautiful piece of sin that stood looking at piece of paper and back up at him .  it was temporary , a short stay til it wasn’t  til she was now living and splitting the bills and money for groceries .  it was torture in the most amazing way  and first his fellow dagger squad member tease and jeered him having her stay there til one night she walked into the hard deck with her friends eager to see what was big deal surrounding the place. First he pretend he didn’t see them even when his friends were talking about how hot they were or when natasha trace called them “ pigs” .  it wasn’t til yale and his little buddies made it out their way to talk to the girls that when jake when to the bar pretending to get a drink only to call her name . then offering her and her friends to join them .  then it seemed like every member of the dagger squad found a reason to come to his house even baby on board showed only to sit and talk with her for hours .  over the two of years she began to be invited to more and more things from nights out to days on the beach and he didn’t know which killed him more . the little dresses or the bikinis that made his mouth water and throat dry up .  she was a head turner anywhere they went eyes followed and it made him want to hit the roof ( or the asshole staring) . it was a personal hell he set for himself  one that said don’t touch . 

 The one reprieve he had was when she went home to visit  but then she’d come home with care packages from his momma , her momma and stuff she knew he like but couldn’t get in san diego . she would cook them food  if he wasn’t home it would be in the refrigerator waiting or before he left in the morning she would make him a protein shake  and something to eat .  sometimes he would come home chuckle sight of her at the dinning table books all spread out and soft snores coming from her mouth . lifting her up and bringing her to bed lingering a little just to absorb the scene before scolding himself and helding out the door to be more a perverted prick . when the weather was warm it was like someone in the sky was doing it purposely to kill him when she walk around the house in short shorts and cropped tank top. Yup jake was in hell and he couldn’t escape it .  first he would sleep around more but half way through it wasn’t the woman he saw leaving the bed  , it wasn’t the voice of the woman in his ear it was her begging him to fuck her into obvilion , then once he finished and the condom discarded that’s when he would leave and guilt ridden ride home only to look her in her eyes and ask her what she was doing up . when she began seeing a guy he thought it would help it would stop the thoughts of her consuming him daily but it made it worst.  Watching someone else’s hands on her , someone else lips touching hers. What made it worse was that joy , that happiness he had to hide when she would come to him upset over the break up .  then it happened, kai some  recruit , she’d met at the hard deck  and this one well this one seemly stuck around a bit longer , one that made her sing his praises and gushed about how cute and sweet he was . he come home to them making out of the couch before scurrying to his bed room and it was worse hearing the rather short heated moment that made the blonde scoff knowing a woman like that needed way longer, needed to be worshipped , tore apart and put back together and  that isn’t even half the time that would require to do that. 

He had to see the prick at the base , waving and talking to jake like they were old buddies.  Even trying as much to talk to the other who honestly were not a big fan either then corner of his eye he would see the other recruits  watching the interaction make kai some hotshot amongst them all .  showered and ready to just go home it wasn’t til he stood drying his hair with the towel then slowly sitting getting himself dressed  hidden from anyone to come in making the place empty just so he mentally prepare himself for going home . 

“ man lucky son of a bitch “ he could hear shaking his head almost like children til his ears pick up on voice that  made his mood drop . 

“ of course i am man she puts out no matter what and gullible too  i told her i was helping my grandma out  and but hooked up with some hotty actually gonna  hook up again tonight after i see her “  he could hear the smirk in the little pricks face. 

“ man careful she in with the big guys “ . 

“ why you think i’m throwing her the bone i mean she hot but not for me but least she can do something f…” he stopped still feeling the presence behind his back . “ come on man be cool and keep this between us right “ he patted the man bare shoulder but the nervous smile all over his face . 

“ call her now and tell her it over  now or else i’ll call you and tell her then she can hear me break every bone in your body “ he gritted walking forward backing the pale scare shitless man into the lockers. 

“ hey bagman ease up “ he could hear rooster call. 

“ nah he aint gonna string y/n and use her to get himself further while fucking some tramp” jake gritted. “ the little boy is gonna ring and end things or i’ll end him simple as” . now jake expected rooster to continue the whole thing of trying to separate them but now the man stood as his side and looked down at kai , whose own buddy stood to the side . 

“ well you heard him ring “ rooster arms crossed still fulled dressed compare to jake who was standing in his calvin klein boxers a comic sight if anyone else were to walk in  . phone in hand he pull her contact as jake pulls it from his hand and hit call . “ i’m not an idiot son” he scoffed foiling the plan  or any plans of fake call . 

“ hey y/n i’m sorry but i can see you anymore .. your great but it’s not something i want hope you understand” his voice shaking not with a emotion pure fear as he was now  cornered. “ and don’t call me back when you get this “ god this prick . 

“ voicemail really out and  give me two hundred and fifty push ups . “ bagman you go see if she ok i got this “ he smirked .  “ oh and bagman ?”

“ yeah bradshaw “ jake still snippy still stopping himself from being dishonorably discharged or in a cell. 

“ make a move and we won’t have to deal with this shit” a shit eating grin and out the door before jake was able to snap back . 

The whole car ride  he was wondering how she was , knowing she was probably really upset and crying. Not second thought before grabbing her somethings to make it better than scolding himself for how he was going to explain how he knew but that wasn’t such a priority now , the priority was the girl sitting at home wondering what was going on , the one that was probably wondering why it was so sudden. Shutting his truck , almost practising how he was going to go about this , ready to hear the crying .  except he was standing staring at her laying on her belly,her singing along to the music and typing away  on her laptop not a care in the world , barely even noticing jake standing there . but he could see her , see how her short had ridden up and the bottom of her ass was looking perfect and plump . he noticed how her tits were pushed against the cushions of their sofa .  how all he had to do was push her legs apart and …

“ oh hey jake “ her sickeningly sweet voice called snapping him out of his lust driven day dream or how he was starting to get hard and was sure the ice cream was melting with the heat that was coming off of his body .  

“ hey darling , you ok?” he smiled weakly heading to the kitchen needed to readjust and level his head but could he do that … of course not  she was following behind  and asking him what he got , her hand was grazing against his shoulder leaving goose bumps in it’s wake , she had to of know that sweet honey smooth tone she used how it would effect of a man . the way she looked up at him , she had to know the affect and yet she didn’t shrugging it off as he sat at the island her hand still in on his shoulder smile on her lips as she looked threw the bags. 

“ ice cream.. For me” her head even the messy bun on her head was doing it for him then perking up when he nodded. “ we shall share it “ she giggled heading to grabbing spoons then it happened the boiling point , the shameful feelings he’d been having all this time . 

“ enough jesus christ enough ok i think i need you to move out “ he sighed making her spin holding the spoons. 

“ wait what why .. wh-what did i do “ her face fell looking at him like a puppy who just been kicked. 

“ it’s not you darling it’s me , i can live here and feel this way it ain’t  actually might go insane  ok , you know your hot right i mean so beautiful to the point i don’t think i’ve have a hot shower since you came here and i swear those outfits fuck” he groaned as her face went from upset to confused to something else but he didn’t see that he was waiting for her to call him a pervert an then to later get chewed out by half of texas for what he just admitted to. 

Yet nothing came , not a sound that he could hear. It was hard when he felt like he was sinking into the ground .  Then he felt his arm move and the weight settling in his lap only to look up to see her sitting in his lap and a smile on her face.   Her hand under his chin and for once in his life Jake was speechless , not a word could be found in his head or on the tip of his tongue .   her eyes wide and round as she leaned forward making his breath catch in his throat.  There she was sitting  on his lap like she was always meant to , like it was her place alone and how perfectly she fit there. 

“ about time cowboy “ she giggled , he felt in on his lips til her own made themselves home , the resolve instantly fading away  when his hand pulled her closer to him  and the other one her hip. He could finally taste  her gloss that was always on the plump pillow lips  , he could finally takes her . a swipe of his tongue on her bottom lips she instantly open up let him gain entrance , gave herself to him as he swallowed the soft sigh that came from her mouth . 

.   pulling back his head rested on her shoulder trying to hold himself back , stop whatever was happening making sure this wasn’t some sort of rebound and yet when he finally looked to see her eyes , the lust blown pupils and kiss bitten lips . 

“ darling we can’t .. this “ he began only for her finger to be placed on his lips . 

“ if your gonna give me bullshit about your going to say age thing .. i’m not a little girl i’m literally in my mid twenties and if it about kai well he dumped me which i don’t understand because we were just friends with benefit … and before you say anything else think about it tall blonde guys because honestly i didn’t think you …” she felt his finger on her lips now only for that coy smile wrapping her lips around the digit and swirling her tongue around the digit feeling his other hand that was on her hip grip her harder and almost feral groan fall out of his mouth that made her clench on nothing . 

“ are we on the same page? , cause darling if we do this i don’t i can stop and believe me i  already can’t stop” he rasped pulling his finger from her mouth before crashing his lips on hers , her hand was in his hair slight pulled that kick started jake, lifting her up ice cream left to melt on the counter. The kiss was hungry , heat pure fire teeth and tongue clashing  felt him strain against her core . pulling away she pulled the top from her body throwing it anywhere it didn’t matter before her bra soon joined and the groan  that left this man come of made her come from that alone . everything about jake seresin was sex on legs . pulling them both on to the sofa as she stood pulling her shorts and panties down slow as she could baring herself to the men that had driven her mad for two years before falling to her knee before him  ready to submit to any desire the blonde had running through his head . what she didn’t expect was after  rid himself of his own clothes was pulling her up   making her head tilt until he sat her on his chest. 

“ sit on my face baby i need to taste you “ he rasped making a whimper fall from her lips settling her self up and over his face her hand holding the back of the sofa to brace herself. “ fuck the perfect little pussy baby “ with that no warning  even a hit of his breath on her core . one thing she always wonder and found in a single moment was jake ATE  pussy , he ate her like a man starved from her clit to her weeping entrance .  like he’d been in the desert all his life and she was an oasis .   she could of swore the wood would spilt with how hard she gripped it , her other hand found it’s home in his hair  hips bucking as he took what he wanted  , the feeling of her core tightening , that bind that felt like it was going to snap her in half it was so tight , one that had her crying out his name like a pray or chant. She never felt anything like it , that eye rolling into the back of your head , toe curling pleasure she now felt as jake ate her pussy like it was his sole mission . he was addicted like the nectar of the gods spilling on his tongue lapping her release willing himself not to cum  from the whole thing . 

Her body shook as her vision  came back , with shaky leg she lifted herself up , if it was anyone else she would be embarrassed by how her slick covered his face but the way jake seresin was looking at her made her feel powerful, almost ethereal in a sense . she lower herself back on his lap feeling the vast expanse of this man , the thick and solid mass that was his cock sitting pretty between her soak folds , kissing , licking into his mouth she could taste herself on his tongue and yet it didn’t matter a muffle moan spilling out as she ground her core on him , the tip of his cock hitting  her clit in just the right ways as he moaned back. His hand gliding up her back and she rolled her hips cries falling from her mouth into his .   stop her still and nip to her bottom lip as he pulled back , holding her in place really taking the sight in of her on his lap , her body that he imagine so many nights alone  and nothing could even do the real thing justice . every part of his touch on her skin , the  pebbled skin of her nipples as he pinched  make her hips buck and whine slip from her mouth ,  nothing like the ones that  would be heard for those assholes  that probably couldn’t make her cum that made him smile more sense of pride in that . 

“ you gonna let me fuck you baby “ he smirked confidence long return and multiplied with how responsive she was to him . 

“ please “ she cried needed him in every sense and yet not knowing where to even start.  She raised up grabbing his shaft lining it with her entrance the pornographic moan  sinking inch by glorious inch . the delicious stretch that instantly ruined her life in one moment because her sex life would never be as good as it would with jake seresin and that was a hill she would die on .  each bounce on his cock that hit spots she only read in books that main her singing her own personal concert  , she was pretty sure if they didn’t know his name they would now .   if she knew this would be the outcome of moving in she would of said it the day  she arrived because she was hook , line and sinking on jake’s dick til he flipped them over. 

He needed her cum , needed her to get there just one more time because he own was soon approaching , from her tight welcoming pussy to the sounds that filled the room , skin slapping and pants he could feel it, feel her tighten around him when his fingers came to her mouth  . 

“ wet em darling “ his raspy drawl as she took his digits in her welcoming mouth before he brought them down circle her puffy  clit watching his cock plowing in and out of her was a sight he seared to his brain .  “ feel  it baby , feel you getting close , feel her sucking me in huh “ he smirked 

“ fuck please .. please “ she moaned unsure of even what she was asking, 

“ i’ll give it to you baby don’t worry bout that fuck … only ever dick you have in this pussy is mine  we clear?” he slapped her pussy make her clench down harder on him . 

“ yess yours… just yours cowboy “ she cried out . 

It was like the whole world made sense once more and  his hell turned to his piece of heaven on earth .  a loud cry of pleasure shot through the air as his own thrust became sloppy  releasing every single drop inside her velvet walls paint them white.  Panting as his hand calm to her cheek softly caressing, eye’s filled with admiration as he leaned down kissing her lips gently using the moment to pul from her , peppering her face with more affection and admiration before he lift her up carrying her to the bathroom . she felt the exhaustion taking over yet she could hear the bath running  in the  bathroom. This was another side to the one they called hangman , the soft and gentle side taking care of her as if she was most precious thing in the world til he brought her to his room laying her in his bed putting one his own shirts on her body and cuddle her into his side . 

“ i gonna take you out to dinner baby i may of done this backwards but i do like you more than i can even begin to admit “ he chuckled as she nuzzled into his side nothing wiping the smile on her face. 

“ who thought all it would take for us to get here was for you to explode “ she snorted before her eyes got to happy as she didn’t need to dream of being jakes , he made that very clear. 

[owlswritingcafe]

♠ All Tied up with no Loose Ends ♠

Kinktober (Yandere Edition) Day 2

Day 2: Friend (See Thru: Need a Friend?)

Kinks/CW: Dominance switching, tying up (friend), toys (both), Teasing, overstimulation, blindfolded (friend), slight body worship

Reader type: GN + AFAB parts described

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You had just gotten back home from work, despite a shorter than usual day, you were quite tired. However, the usual smug face of your friend was nowhere to be seen. Wherever could he have gone?

A/N: this on took SO long and i am not proud of how it came out. The next time i have time, i will probably do a little rewrite... Friend is from @stnaf-vn and you can find their itchio page+Demo here! Art was done by me

Today was a very exciting day for you. 

You’ve just gotten out of a long day of work, you asked Friend if he could do a little something for you once you get home and opted to walk home today so you can stretch out your legs for a much needed walk. 

God knows what sitting hunched over for almost 4 hours straight does to your back, let alone your legs.

The walk home was rather relaxing, a much needed stretch after today’s workload. Speaking of, it was oddly nice of your boss to have cut your work hour by half for the day. 

Just enough time for something you and Friend planned for tonight…

You open the apartment door only to be greeted with… Nothing.

The home was dark and you could almost hear a pin drop in this silence, even the birds or raccoons outside weren't making a peep. Turning on the light, everything seems to be in proper order, nothing is ruffled up nor was there even a speck of dust in the place. Strange for Friend to not greet you as usual.

Perhaps, he is downstairs?

Opening the door to the basement, you hear a few shuffles just a bit further down the basement. Watching your step as you go down, you can hear the noise start to get a bit louder and more erratic as you get close to its source.

Now in the center of the room, you turn on the room’s light to reveal…

Friend. 

Tied up, blindfolded, and fully erect ontop of the bed (the cherry on top was the bullet vibrator that was wrapped around his twitching cock).

Sitting down on the bed, the sudden dip in the bed caused Friend to jolt up a bit in surprise.

“S-Sweetheart, is that you?” You smiled, Friend was just so cute… You gently caressed Friend’s blindfolded face, causing a shiver to crawl its way up your tied up friend’s spine. 

“Yup. I finished work a bit earlier than usual,” Your hand traveled downwards, caressing Friend’s bare chest and teasing his nipple on the way down. The moment you teased his sensitive nipple, it was like something snapped inside him, ropes of thick cum shot from his hard cock and onto his bare stomach. 

You tsked, and he was doing so well…

“Aw, Friend, you were doing so well for me these past couple hours… What a naughty boy, just cumming from a simple touch.” Friend whined in response. How cute…

“Sweetheart puh-please… I need you!” You press your index finger against his lips, shutting him up immediately, as if taming a whining dog, and removed the bullet vibrator.

“No, no, no~ I can’t reward someone who didn’t keep their end of the promise.” Your smile only widened as Friend started to squirm against you and the restraints. “But. You made it this far, so maybe a little treat is okay once in a while.” You giggled as you got up and opened one of the nearby drawers and retrieved a good sized suction-cup dildo. Placing the toy on top of Friend’s abdomen, just above the poor man’s hardened cock, you made sure to remove his blindfold so he could see every little thing of what you were doing. Friend’s eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the room and was greeted with the sight of you sucking on the toy, inches away from his neglected cock. 

“Please.. Please just, touch me…” Every whimper that escaped his drool ridden lips fed the little monster inside you that loved seeing him so cute and begging you for more. You almost wanted to give into his demands.

Almost.

You continued sucking the toy as Friend watched, his body squirming and wanting you to properly touch him already. You gave the toy a few more teasing licks, making sure Friend’s eyes were on you as you licked from the base of the toy and glide your tongue to the blunt tip of the toy. Typically, you prefer Friend over a toy like this, but, this was supposed to be more of a punishment for him. 

Sitting up, you remove the annoyingly constricting work clothes you had on and sat yourself on top of Friend, feeling the suction cup toy bump against your ass. You spread your legs wider, giving Friend an unfiltered view of your wet pussy, the bound blonde involuntarily moaned at the sight of you. Everything about you was almost ethereal to him, as if there was a God before his very eyes that he just needed to worship right then and there. You watched with hungry eyes as Friend did the same with you, taking in every ounce of your body as if he was a dying man in a desert and your body was an oasis in his time of need.

Lifting yourself upwards, you tease the tip of the toy against your hole, making sure Friend sees every part of you, taking the toy instead of his aching cock.

“Fuck, please. I want to be inside you sooo bad… I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” You hummed as Friend continued to whine like a pup who didn’t get what he wanted. 

“Well. Maybe you should have thought ahead before breaking your promise, darling~” Friend bit his lip as he watched you go oh so slowly up and down the toy, it was absolutely agonizing for him (and you, but watching him attempt to hold himself back was totally worth it).

You could feel Friend squirm as you continue to thrust the toy into yourself, your wet cunt dripping all over his abdomen. As you continued to get yourself off, you almost didn’t hear the little growl from the tied up man.

“S…Sweetheart. What color?” Looking down, you could see Friend’s gaze. But there was something in his eyes, something telling you he wasn’t just hungry.

He was starving.

A devious little smirk made its way onto your lips, you really did have him wrapped around your finger.

“Green, darling.” The moment those words escaped your lips, Friend tore right through his bindings as if they were paper. A part of you felt annoyed, those knots took you forever to tie… 

Suddenly, you were on your back, the tables have turned.

The blond took the toy out, careful not to hurt you in the process, before you could whine at the empty feeling inside you, Friend filled you to the brim with his hard cock. You felt Friend slowly thrust inside you, making sure you could better adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, look at you, Sweetheart. You were all high and mighty before, and now look at you…” But you could barely understand what he was saying as you left scratches against his back. “I could just eat you right up… In every way possible.”  You felt Friend’s tongue travel from your collarbone to the tip of your jaw.

You could feel your core tighten. Friend cupped your face, prodding at your soft lips with his thumb, a silent order to suck. You allowed, and let the blond’s finger explore your mouth. Friend’s thumb pressed down on your tongue, opening your mouth and showing him your drooling, fucked out face to which Friend’s smirk only widened. 

Removing his thumb from your mouth, his hand drifted downwards and caressed your body as his hand finally reached its destination, your lonely and throbbing clit. Much like with Friend, the moment his thumb started to caress your aching sex, the tension inside you snapped. Even through your orgasm, Friend continued his little ministrations on your clit, he let out a dark chuckle as you gripped onto his arm tightly from the overstimulation.

“So cute… You can dish it out, but can’t handle the same treatment.” Friend pepper kisses all over your drool ridden face. “Let me show you exactly how I wanted it.” Friend’s pace became much more erratic as he continued to stimulate your sex.

Honestly, with how this is going, you’re probably going to be up all night.

It’s a good thing you don’t have to work tomorrow. You’re probably not going to be able to walk properly for a while.

[rreyie]

𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: after three years of not seeing eren due to his buisness in marley, you reunite with him only to find he isn’t the same person anymore, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is his desire for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! hair pulling, spanking, hate (?) sex, eren being an asshole, MAJOR season four/manga spoilers, vaginal, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fingering, oral (male receiving), f! anatomy reader, dom! eren, sub! reader

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/ nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: eren yeager, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i really struggled with what to name this, but i still think it turned out fine. this may be the dirtiest thing i’ve written so far but anyways, eren stans come get y’all juice

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it had been three whole years since you had last seen eren. as much as you missed those emerald green eyes giving you a playful glare from across the room, you certainly did not miss his careless demeanor.

it had happened after the girl shot sasha, your best friend. as you laid there sobbing on the floor, all eren did was laugh. no comfort. no “i’m sorry.” just a half hearted chuckle from that asshole of a man.

as you put her body in a different room, you walked out of the dimly lit airship to see eren sitting on some sort of box. through that mane of chocolate brown hair, you saw those emerald eyes again, only this time, they weren’t as youthful as they once were. they were tired. drained. dull. you didn’t know how else to describe that look.

“whatcha starin at?” he asked. his voice was barely audible.

your cheeks still red and eyes puffy from crying, you sniffle and manage to speak some words. “i’m looking at the jackass who was laughing at my best friend dead on the floor.”

eren chuckles. “i see nothings changed over the last three years, huh?”

you look away from him. you couldn’t bare to look eyes with him, especially now. he touches your arm. “come on now, look at me. i missed you.”

you swat his arm away. “shut the fuck up. why did you laugh? in a time that i needed you most you just sat there and laughed?”

eren laughs again. “haven’t you forgot, dear? i can see everything. i knew sasha was going to die before it happened.” you couldn’t stand his shit anymore. you jerk your body to face him, and raise your arm, looking directly into his eyes. you throw a punch at him, aiming directly for his skull, but his calloused hand stops you, making you look weak.

“heh, let’s not get too hasty here, dear-“

“quit calling me that damned nickname!” you shout at him. “i can’t talk to you right now. i’m going to bed.” his arm releases it’s grip on yours, and you angrily storm off into your resting place in the airship.

another few days passed, and you were coming back from the memorial service held for sasha. as you took off your army great coat, darker spots staining it from the rain pattering outside, a figure towers over you.

you look up and make contact with the entity, now figuring out that it was no other than yours truly, eren.

“well, want to talk now?” he asks. his voice was monotone, like nothing happened at all. you throw your coat onto a nearby chair, and storm upstairs to your room.

you eneter the room, which was pitch black, your tear-ridden eyes not processing anything you see. only a blurry mess of shadows and highlights. you throw yourself onto your bed and curl into a fetal position.

you wanted to throw up. first your best friend dies, and then your relationship was going down the drain... on top of that a world war was happening right before your very eyes.

a cold hand is pressed onto your back. you jolt at the contact, and see erens face looking down at you. you hadn’t taken the time to notice that he had cleaned up nicely, hair in a bun and cleanly shaved.

as your head tilts upwards, he presses his lips to yours, the unfamiliar sensation making your lips tingle. you let out a small moan and feel erens mouth curl upwards.

“well, i can tell even if you didn’t miss me, you sure missed my cock.” eren says. this statement caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed red. eren snickered, and continued to kiss you. eren inserted his slick tongue into your mouth, pushing and pulling your tongue in all different directions, mixing your saliva with his.

erens hand moved south, his finger just grazing upon your clothed womanhood. though your area was covered, you could still feel the friction of his finger and the fabric. he began to slide his hand inside the flimsy waistband of your pants and cupped your delicate womanhood.

letting out a soft moan at the contact, he began to grope and squeeze you in all the right places, and ran his index finger along your wet folds, already soaked with your slick.

“wet for me already, ain’t’cha princess?” he growls into your ear, warm breath sliding upon the exposed flesh of your neck. he moves his lips to your neck, and begins to gently suck, eager to mark you, similar to how an animal marked its territory. the gentle suction made you like putty in his arms, and you leaned into his chest. his heartbeat was beating right into your ear, giving you a sense of security.

unexpectedly, a finger slips into your walls. an “a-ah~” elicits through your lips. you shifted your hips to desperately try and feel full, even though only one narrow finger was inside you.

“only good girls get two fingers”, eren says. “are you gonna be a good girl for me? hm?” eren pushes his finger inside you more, hitting the plush sweet spot that was nestled inside you. you let out a pathetic little whimper as eren stretched you a little further.

“y-yes...” you stammer. eren began to pump his two fingers into your tight hole, as he felt his own arousal course through his veins, the fiery sensation talking over him and pulsating though him, going straight to his dick.

your thighs began to tremble as you were about to feel your orgasm, but then, right when you were on the cusp of reaching bliss, he carefully but slowly took his fingers out, his coated in your juices. he sneered at you, as your let out another whimper.

“h-hey...” you say, barely able to make words after your spoiled orgasm. “what w-was that for?”

“because you’ve been fucking around with me all week”, he responds, starting to unbuckle his leather belt. “all i’ve wanted this whole week was for your pretty little pussy to bounce on my cock, but you’ve been so stubborn that you wouldn’t even look my way. this is my payback. i’m going to absolutely fuck your brains out tonight.”

your spine shivered at the thought of you being here all night being used as erens own personal pocket pussy. you didn’t want to know how many rounds you were in for tonight, since eren never stops until he’s tired.

before you knew it, erens belt was off, and you were sitting on the bed watching him did himself of his shirt. his perfectly toned abs were semi-visible in the moonlight, the ripples of skin or bones creating a masterpiece. his hair was nearly free of the bun at this point, but you wouldn’t dare notify him of this.

eren folds the belt and gives it a little whack upon the bed, giving a crack.

“strip”, he commands. “now.”

you obey his words, and pull of your shirt without hesitation, followed by your cargo pants, leaving you in your bra and panties only.

erens gaze turns predatory as if he was a lion and you were the antelope. he flips you over almost effortlessly, and grabs your ass.

“dear god, i missed this...” he groans. “your ass is gonna be all red after i’m done with you.”

you clench your eyes, bracing for impact. you knew exactly how this was going to go down. eren cracks the belt down onto your left ass cheek, and you yelped at the impact. he did it again, the pain soon quickly melting into pleasure with each snap.

sure, eren could be a bit rough in the bedroom sometimes- no, scratch that. he could be super rough. but he always knew where the line was to be drawn. or at least he used to know. you only knew that this man had been deprived of sex for the time he was in marley, so he was likely craving some sort of intimacy. and now that he had you, he wasn’t going soft this time.

as soon as the last crack of the belt had ceased, he threw the belt down and kneeled over you.

“suck me off”, he demanded.

you flipped yourself over this time, and got level with erens member. erens black boxers had a throbbing bulge in the center. as you pulled his boxers down, his cock immediately sprang up, and slapped against his stomach.

boy, eren always had a nice dick. it was pale, but a vein ran through the side, and connected to the red tip of it. he hasn’t shaved down there in a while, so the seemingly primal hair that laid at his base was expected.

you grasped his cock that was eagerly waiting for attention, and moved your tongue along the shaft, placing kitty licks on the tip. you felt eren twitching under your touch. you wanted to tease him to compensate for your lost orgasm, to feel him writhe and beg to cum.

eren grew impatient with the kitty licks and tongue work that he grabbed a fistful of your hair and jammed your mouth onto him. you gagged at the sudden movement, the tip touching the back of your throat. he moved your head back and forth, using your spit to guide you along.

you took in his whole length. it was painful, but totally worth it to see his expression on his face. cupping his balls, you played with them, moving around the sensitive skin with your hands.

“i-m gonna c-cum...” eren warns you. you try and pull off so he wouldn’t make you choke. eren resists, only pulling you closer. his cock spasms, and releases a load of cum into your mouth. you were nearly choking on cock, the salty taste reaching every corner in your mouth.

you swallow it all. eren pulls out his cock, still hard even though he just came. he takes hold of your shoulders and pins you down on your bed.

“don’t worry princess, i’ll compensate for that lost orgasm this time.” he said, an evil smirk on his face. yup. you were in for it.

he quickly takes your bra and panties off before starting, and takes note of the giant spot of arousal in the bottom of your panties before he slides them off. he unclasps your bra and gives your breasts a quick little squeeze before pumping his cock a few times and lining it up at your entrance.

“p-please, be gentle...” you whisper.

eren laughs. “not a chance.”

he thrusts into you, his whole length unexpectedly filling you to the brim. letting out a groan, he thrusts into you again. it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. you grip the sheets beside you.

“i missed the feeling of your little pussy...” eren growls. he continues to thrust, smashing his hips into yours as he fucked you with no mercy at all.

lewd sounds of skin slapping a guttural wet sounds filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, moving your hips so he could get a good angle. his dick begins to touch on your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly. the pressure on your spongy seeet spot was enough to make a loud moan escape from your mouth.

“m-more!” you yelp. eren heeds your command as you felt his balls slapping against your ass ruthlessly. “oh god, please, eren! please!” erens pace quickens a little bit more as you feel the burning sensation of your orgasm about to take over. you cum right on his dick, the creamy liquid spilling out of you and coating him so he could glide into you with ease. eren still has a bit to go, and while making an effort to cum, he only thrusts harder, causing you to cum yet again, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“ngh- oh fuck...” eren stammers, as he bottoms out into you, shooting thick ropes of cum into your hole.

you lay there panting, eyes almost shutting. but eren isn’t anywhere near done yet. his dick gardens yet again, and he continues to thrust.

“e-eren... please no more...” you gasp, trying to contain yourself as eren slammed into you again and again.

“no”, he says raspily. “you’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ week. you need to be punished for this.” his tip kisses your cervix, causing you to grimace. “turn over.”

you tried to move, but your legs were like jelly, unable to move after all the previous sensations you were feeling.

“dumb slut. let me help you.” eren places you on your tummy and re-aligns himself at your entrance, and jams his throbbing dick into you. your ribbed walls were clenching around him tightly, which only made him encouraged and want to go harder, deeper, if that was even possible.

your vision turned foggy upon your third orgasm, toes curling and all.

“ngh- aah!~” you whimper, feeling numb and helpless. something about eren using you as his own personal fuck toy made you seem to cum a little bit quicker than the last times you’ve had sex. maybe it was the control he had over you, the domination.

“oh, did my little whore cum for me again?” eren groans. “louder. i want this entire hallway to know exactly what we are doing in here. let them know how good i’m fucking you.”

eren gives a tug at your hair, making your head turn around and look him directly in the eye. he had a wicked sneer painted across his face. he purposely hits your sweet spot again, making a string of high pitched moans and whimpers fill the room, maybe even the whole hallway as eren instructed you to do.

your noises were the final straw that eren had. he quickly pulled out and flipped you over before jacking himself a few more times, and letting his cum splatter across your face and chest. your vision was so foggy at this point that everything was just a big cloud of white. as you regain your vision, you see eren laying over you, his brown hair messy and eyes filled with love.

“you’re not gonna just leave me like the others, right?” he questions you as he kisses your naked collarbone. you’re completely out of breath at this point, and all you can do is nod.

“good.” he grabs a towel that was sitting on your nightstand. “i hope you never leave me, to be honest.” he cleans up his release combined with sweat that was puddled on your body.

“n-never.” you stammer.

[shadowdianne]

Welp

The day after tomorrow is my second dose and guess what this means: Yup, parents here I come to see you again *sigh* I know that spouting things about my parents online is a little bit like stating "I was a difficult teenager!" [I truly wasn't xd] or "you are 26, Dianne, how is that you cannot do it in some other way? Can't you, like stay at a friend's or at a motel or something?"

Well, nope to a) Because my friends have long ago abandoned the place and the only one I still have there cannot offer me a place to stay at the moment and nope tu b) because my hometown is not precisely the biggest city ever and between that and covid getting a room or even a bed at a motel is both a risky business and not feasible with the hours I'm there. So it's about returning back to my childhood home. And hey, we all get our traumas looked into them but that doesn't mean that being with my parents for a few hours is going to make me feel any better. Their manipulation techniques are still a thing and there's a reason why, aside from this I haven't set foot there in over four years. The only reason I keep being in touch is my brother. And that's going to change since he is going to be studying at a different place coming this september. Point is: anxiety ridden dianne for the next two days and depression is going to say hi in three days until I get the flare in check. Will see a lot of reblogs from me during those days because I'll probably revert back to my 16/17 coping ways for a little while given that in my hometown there's very little I can do and I'm already hating that whiplash but, oh, well.

Note to self: Manage to get an appointment to get my census status fixed asap.

[atlafan]

My Everything - Part Eighteen

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst. TW: mentions of past abuse!

Words: 9K

a/n: So, the courtroom stuff is literally like an SVU episode, it’s probably not very accurate. I just wrote what I wanted to happen. If you know more about how courtrooms and prosecutions work, I apologize

Masterpost

“Oh, fuck.”

You were trying to stifle your moans. You and Harry were simply spooning early in the morning, when you innocently adjusted against him. He pressed up against you harder and things just sort of escalated from there. He was fucking you from behind while still in the spooning position. His fingers were rubbing circles into your clit and you had your arm hooked around his head so you could tug at his hair.

You got cleared to have sex a couple of weeks ago, but you hadn’t done anything since Anne had stayed with you to help out. You and Harry had agreed on condoms, not that you were using one now. You didn’t care right this second, it just felt so good.

“Y/N.” Harry groans in the back of your neck.

“I’m so close, don’t stop.” You pant.

You arch back into him as you feel your release coming. Once he knows you’ve ridden it out, he pulls out and pushes you fully onto your stomach. You gasp when you feel his come shoot onto your back and ass. You feel him get off the bed. You look over to the bathroom where he’s going into to grab a rag. He comes back to wipe you clean, even between your folds. Harry leans down and kisses your cheek before bringing the rag back to the bathroom. He gets back on the bed and pulls you to his chest.

“That was incredible.” You breathe. You drape and arm and a leg over him and hold him tight.

“Much needed, that’s for sure.”

“We need to buy some condoms.”

“I got some, I just didn’t wanna kill the vibe by stopping to reach for one.” He chuckles and you look up at him.

“You sound like a teenager.” You laugh. “Although, it was nice to just feel you. Maybe I should just suck it up and get an IUD.” You sigh.

“You don’t need to decide right now.” He kisses your hairline. “I’m really glad Jack’s been staying in his bed, it was nice not being interrupted for a change. As much as I like when he comes in to cuddle, don’t get me wrong.”

“You know what he told me last night? I’m a big boy, Mumma, I’m three now.” You giggle. “He’s been three for three weeks, now he thinks he’s so grown.”

“You know what’s cool? He can form, like, real sentences. Like, I can have a real conversation with him now.”

“It’s great. He’s got a nice personality.”

“Well, he should, we both have great personalities.” He scoffs.

You loved this. Harry could have pillow talk with you and not have to leave for work. You were dreading when he’d start half days at the end of the month. You were being spoiled. He stretches out and groans.

“Alright, I’m gonna get up and make sure the pool’s good to go. You wanna get Jack started?”

“No, I wanna stay snuggled up with you.” You bury your head in his chest.

He rolls you both over so you’re pinned down underneath him. It looks like he’s about to say something, but you hear Jessica cry over the baby monitor. You both sigh heavily.

“Okay, let’s start the day.” You say.

You both put swim suits on and do your morning routines before going to check on the kids. Harry slips downstairs to get the pool ready. You go into Jessica’s room first.

“Good morning, angel.” You coo. “I know, you’re hungry. Don’t worry, after I change you I’m gonna get you your bubby.”

“Mumma?” Jack comes into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning, my love.” You get Jessica on the changing table and undress her. “Could you go put on your swim trunks for me? And then I’ll help you get washed up.”

“We’re going swimming?!” He perks up.

“That’s right. Daddy’s getting the pool all cleaned up as we speak. Of course we’ll need to eat breakfast first and make sure we go potty before we go in.” You look at him. “I don’t want another poopy emergency.”

“Okay!”

He runs back into his room to get changed. You get Jessica in a little onesie and make sure to get plenty of sunscreen on her. You strap her to your chest to so you can walk around easier. You find a little bucket hat to put over her head too. You help Jack brush his teeth and get sunscreen on him as well. When you get downstairs, Harry hands you a bubby for Jessica, and gets Jack a bowl of cereal.

“Is the pool all clean, Daddy?”

“You bet! Nice and warm out there today too.”

“Mumma, you’re gonna swim?”

“I’m going to sit in my pool float with the baby for a bit.”

“You never swim.” He pouts.

“Mummy’s don’t like to swim, Jack. The water’s too cold for ‘em.” Harry smirks at you and you glare at him.

“That’s a dumb stereotype. I swim when we go to the beach.”

“When was the last time we even went?”

“No idea…isn’t that sad?” You think for a moment. “Why don’t we go this weekend? We could see what Sarah and Niall are doing.”

“Won’t it be a lot to bring the baby?”

“Not really.” You shrug. “We have one of those little tents, we’ll keep her in the shade. Jack, would you like to go to the beach this weekend?”

“Yes! We can make a sandcastle!”

“That’s right!”

After waiting for Jack to use the bathroom, you all head outside to the pool. Harry goes in with Jack at first and plays with the various pool toys they had gotten. You get onto your float with Jessica and cradle her to your chest.

“Mumma, look! I can swim to the bottom!” You watch as he dives under the water and then shoots back up. “Did you see?!”

“I did, well done!” You smile.

“Daddy, will you throw me up?”

“Yup.”

“Harry, if you splash me, I swear to god…”

“Cover her head then, he makes a pretty big splash, babe.”

Harry picks Jack up and throws him in the air. He tucks his knees in to almost do a cannon ball when he comes back down. He makes a decent splash, but you manage to keep Jessica dry.

“Again, again!”

“Only once more, I don’t want you getting dizzy.” Harry laughs, and throws him in the air again.

Jessica starts crying a little while later so you take her inside to change and feed her. She fell right back asleep once she burped. You set her up in her stroller outside in the shade. You didn’t need to hold onto her every two seconds, after all.

“Mumma, can Buster come in the pool?”

You look down at your dog, and see he’s perfectly content sitting next to the stroller.

“No, honey, he’s a little too big for this kind of pool. He can really only swim at Uncle Niall and Auntie Sarah’s.”

You climb back into the water and dive in. It felt good to really swim again. You come back up and shake your hair out.

“Good thing I bought that chlorine shampoo.” You get the elastic out of your hair and dunk your head again.

“Yeah, we’ll have to scrub those curls out later, huh, Jack?” Harry says to him.  

“No, I hate it!” He pouts.

“That’s a pretty strong word.” You pout back at him. “You could say you don’t like it instead.”

“I don’t like it.” You pick him up and swim him around with you, which makes him smile big. “This is fun, Mumma.” He snuggles close to you. You give his cheek lots of kisses.

“I think it might almost be nap time.” You whisper to Harry and he nods.

Jack falls asleep in your arms and you hand him over to Harry so he can take him out of the pool. You lay a towel down in the shade and make a little outdoor bed for Jack. Harry lays him down and you both smile.

“How cute is that?” He whispers.

“Too cute.” You whisper back. “And look at her, sound asleep.”

“Buster’s pooped too.” Harry chuckles. “Want me to get the grill going for lunch?”

“Great idea. I got us some vegan hot dogs and buns.”

“You’re the best. Do we have any actual hot dogs for him?”

“Mhm, they’re in the fridge.”

You and Harry didn’t feel the need to keep Jack on the same diet as you. When he gets older he can decide on if he wants to eat meat or not. Harry gets the grill going, and Jack wakes up right when everything’s done being made. You sit down with Jessica and feed her while Harry helps Jack with his hot dog.

“Let me burp her, I haven’t held her all day.”

“Alright.” You pass the baby to him.

“Hi, little girl.” He burps her and cradles her in his arms.

“Was that a good hot dog, Jack?” You ask your son.

“Yeah! Daddy’s a good cook.”

“He’s a very good cook.” You wink at Harry. “What about me?”

“I like when you cook too.” He gets up from his seat and crawls into your lap. “I like when you’re home with me, Mumma.”

“Me too, baby.”

“Oi, and what about Daddy?” Harry says, a little offended. “She’s home with you anyways.”

“I like when you’re home too, Daddy!” Jack giggles. “Can we take Buster for walk soon?”

“Sure, go inside and put a shirt and your sneakers on. I’ll help you tie them up.” You reach for your cover up and throw it on. “Come on, Buster.” You whistle at him. “Stay with her, we’ll be back.” You kiss his forehead and hers and, go inside.

After your walk, you return with a surprise.

“Daddy! Mumma let us get ice scream from the ice cream man, here!”

“She did?!” Harry was lounging in a chair, using a scrunchie to keep his hair off his face. Jessica was back in the stroller in the shade. “Thank you very much, Mummy.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” You sit down and grab another scrunchie to put Jack’s hair up. “There, now you won’t get your hair all sticky.”

“And I’ll look just like Daddy.” Jack smiles and licks his ice cream pop.

“You didn’t get anything for yourself?” Harry frowns.

“Nah.” You shrug. “Don’t need it.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s fine! I have some low fat treats for myself in the freezer.”

Harry rolls his eyes at you and you start chuckling.

“What?”

“Nothing, just, remember how mad you used to get when I would do that to you?”

“Haven’t you learned by now that everything’s okay when I do it?” He smirks.

“Mumma, can we swim again?”

“You have to wait a little bit. You just had all that ice cream after all.”

“Niall called while you were gone, by the way.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah, wants to know if we can get a sitter tonight to go out to eat with them. There’s a new seafood place they wanna try.”

“Do we need a sitter? Is it not kid friendly?”

“I asked the same thing.” He shrugs.

“I don’t know if I want a sitter with Jessica just yet…as much as I like ours…” You think for a moment. “I could call my mom.” You grab your phone. “I wouldn’t mind an adult night out.” You call your mom. “Hey, mum.”

“Hi honey! How’s the pool treating you?”

“It’s great! How would you like to come use it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…Harry and I got invited out to dinner tonight. We thought you might like to come babysit. Or I could drive them out to you, whatever’s easier.”

“You know, I’m actually free tonight, I could come over there for a bit. It’ll be good for you to get out for a while.”

“Awesome! Could you be here around five?”

“Sure thing!”

“Thanks, love you!” You hang up and pick Jack up to look at you. “Guess who’s coming to visit later.”

“Who?”

“Mimi!”

“Yay! I love Mimi.”

You kiss his forehead and hold him close to you.

“Great, I’ll tell Niall we’re in.”

//

“Sex, and a night out! It feels like Christmas.” You giggle as you finish doing your makeup.

“I know! They even said they’d drive. Think they wanna get us drunk.”

He walks into the bathroom to talk with you. You were just getting some lipstick on. You had a beautiful red sundress on along with a sleek high ponytail. You looked gorgeous.

“Jesus, might need to have a quickie before we go.”

“You’re funny.” You smack your lips and boop his nose. “Come on, we need to get back downstairs. Mum probably thinks we’re fucking up here as it is.”

“It was cute watching her help put the kids to bed.”

You both walk downstairs just as Niall and Sarah pull up to the front door.

“Thanks again, mummy, we won’t be out too late.”

“Take your time. I brought my overnight bag, so I’m happy to stay if you kids wanna make it a late one.”

“Thanks!”

Harry hooks an arm around your waist and leads you outside. He opens the door for you and gets in on the other side.

“Hey guys.” You say, leaning to give Sarah and Niall each a kiss on the cheek. Harry does the same. “Thanks for inviting us out.”

“Of course! The school year is officially over! We’re celebrating.” Sarah says. “We’ve been dying to go to this place too.”

“It’s gotten really good reviews.” Niall says. “How are the babies?”

“Good, we had a pool day today. Jack got really excited because I actually swam.” You laugh.

About twenty minutes later, you get to the restaurant. It was nice for a seafood place, you were happy you were sort of dressed up. You’re sat at table for four. The tablecloth was a nice baby blue. Waters and a basket of bread are brought over to you to start with.

“How about a bottle of wine for the table, would that work for everyone?” Niall asks.

“Sure!” You say. “After all, we’re celebrating. Another year down, Sarah.”

“I know! I love this school so much. I started tenure this year too, it’s incredible.”

Niall orders a bottle of red wine for the table while you all look over the menu. Harry was being rather quiet, but he seemed fine. His hand was on your knee, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Harry, what are you thinking?”

“Maybe these broiled scallops? That sounded good.”

“Mm, I might do the same. I can’t remember the last time I had those.”

“Y/N, any news on the trial?” Niall asks.

“Next month…I have to go testify.” You sigh. “There’s so much going on. I guess they have a kid, so if he’s not convicted enough to go to prison, she’s at least fighting for full custody. My testimony along with the other women could help either way.”

“You’re so brave, Y/N…” Sarah says. “I don’t think I’d have the guts to go into a courtroom like that.”

“It won’t be easy, but it’ll be worth it for some justice.”

A waiter comes over with the wine and pours you all a glass. You all order your dishes and clink your glasses together. Harry’s hand was still on your knee.

“So, Harry, you’re home through the end of June?” Sarah asks.

“Through the first week of July, actually. Isaac and Mariah asked if we could close for the fourth.” He shrugs. “I was perfectly fine with it.”

“And everything’s still going well?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Usually businesses struggle within their first five years, but our numbers get better every year. We’re lucky.”

“I think it’s the location too. The convenience of that park across the street must make a difference.” Niall says.

“Plus we sell other things, so people can come in and buy pictures and frames as well. My social media lady helps a lot too.” He looks at you and winks. You kiss him on the cheek, leaving a nice lipstick mark behind.

“We were thinking of going to the beach Saturday, would you guys wanna join?” You ask Sarah and Niall.

“Sure!” Niall says. “That would be Jessica’s first time at the beach, wouldn’t it?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “We haven’t brought Jack in forever either, thought it might be nice.”

“You know what would be cool once they get a little older? Now that Rachel and Mariah have Ricky, and Seth and Isaac have one on the way, we could all, like, rent a vacation house or something and go on a family vacation.” Sarah Says.

“That would be so much fun!”

“We should just do that for your birthday, but without the kids.” Harry smirks.

“Right, because turning thirty-two is sooo exciting.” You scoff. “Besides, I like the idea of all the kids getting to know each other better. Ricky is so cute too, they really lucked out with that adoption.”

“Yeah, I thought Mariah would’ve wanted a baby, but she seems to be doing just as well with a five year old.” Harry says. “She brings him in sometimes when Rachel can’t be home with him. He loves seeing her in action. Plus, he likes playing with Buster.”

“Wait, I like where Harry’s head is at. You birthday is always the perfect excuse to get away for a weekend in the summer.” Niall says.

“I wouldn’t want to leave them for that long.” You say bluntly. “A night here and there is fine, but a long weekend like that…I just don’t see it. I’d want to bring them, and I know that would get annoying for the two of you.”

“No it wouldn’t.” Sarah says. “Just because we didn’t want kids of our own doesn’t mean we don’t love yours unconditionally.”

“But…tonight, you wanted to have dinner without them…”

“Well, yeah. This is a nice place, plus I could just feel that you two needed a break. You’ve been cooped up. It’s officially summer now, and Auntie Sarah is here to help.” She smiles.

//

You and Harry get home at a reasonable time so your mom didn’t need to spend the night. You sigh as you slip your shoes off, and start to get undressed. You catch Harry taking his shirt off and smile.

“Could you help me with my zipper?”

He hums his response and comes over to you.

“You got some color today, babe.” He says to you.

“I know, my summer tan is in full swing.” You chuckle.

You step out of your dress and get the rest of your clothes off before grabbing one of his t-shirts to throw on. He strips down to his boxers and crawls into bed.

“Tonight was fun.” You look at him and roll over to fully face him.

“Yeah, good little date night.” He puts his hand on your hip and trails up to your back to give you a little rub. “You looked so pretty in your dress.”

“Thank you. I feel like I’m slowly becoming myself again. The treadmill in the basement has been great.”

“Babe.” He sighs. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Turn a compliment into something that makes you insecure? I wasn’t even…” He sucks his teeth. “I just said you looked pretty.”

“I know, and I said I feel like my body is going back to normal. You have no idea how hard it is to look in a mirror and barely recognize yourself.” You look down and then meet his eyes again. “I’m not trying to turn this into anything, but I do feel insecure sometimes. You met me when I looked a lot different. I didn’t have as many stretch marks, my skin wasn’t as loose…ugh and it’s so frustrating because I’d do it all over again.” You flop onto your back and cover your eyes with your forearm. Harry moves on top of you to straddle you.

“You would?”

“Yes.” You groan. He moves your arm away so you’ll look at him.

“How many more times?” You feel his length hardening against you.

“As many as we feel like.” You raise your hips slightly to his and he groans. “Within reason, of course.”

“I know you don’t love the changes your body makes, but you’re so sexy when you’re pregnant. Even now, nearly three months after having Jessica, you’re still glowing.” He leans down to kiss you. “I’d put another one in you right now.” He says into your ear and it sends shiver up your spine. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be full of me?”

“Harry.” You breathe and grind your hips up towards his again. “I’m not ready yet, but…maybe soon. I don’t wanna wait another two years like we did with Jack, but we just had her and…”

“I was just trying to, um, say something to get you in the mood, babe.”

“Oh.” You start laughing. “Well, I’m in the mood so go put a condom on.”

“Wow, twice in one day, look at us.” He hops off the bed and rummages through the night stand for the foil packet.

“I know, it’s just like the good old days.”

“I’d still fuck you any second I could if we didn’t have two little roommates to worry about.”

You giggle as he slides the condom on. You lift up slightly to take your shirt off. His hand slides between your legs to make sure that you’re wet. He teases you a little before pushing inside you. Your nails dig into his shoulders. It really was a nice treat having sex twice in one day. When you were younger it would happen all the time, but life got in the way.

“Harry, kiss me.” You pant as he thrusts in and out of you.

His lips meet yours and you grab for his hands. He pins them down by the sides of your head as your fingers intertwine. Your tongues mold together and he swallows every one of your moans.

“Feels so fucking good.” He grunts.

“God, fuck, don’t stop.” He was hitting your g-spot in just the right way. You were close already. “Yes, shit, right there.” You gasp as you come undone under him.

He kisses you before pulling out to flip you over. He pulls your hips up to his so he can slide back in. The sound of his moan is heavenly as he fucks you from behind.

“Y/N.” He pants.

You move your ass back against him to move in sync with his thrusts, and that just about does it for him. He spills into the condom and nearly falls on top of you. He kisses the back of your neck before pulling out. You both use the bathroom to clean up and then get back into bed.

“I feel like we either do it a lot or not at all.” He chuckles, pulling you to his chest.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“But I like having sex with you.” You pout. “I just get so tired.”

“I know, so do I. I like the early morning shags, those are really nice.”

“Mm, yeah, great way to start the day off.” You kiss him one last time before turning over. He turns over with you to hold onto you. It doesn’t take long until you’re both fast asleep.

//

The day you all went to the beach was absolutely perfect, not a cloud in the sky. Niall helped set up an umbrella to give the kids some shade. Jack fusses when you put sunscreen all over his face, but once it’s done, he’s good to go. He grabs the sand toys and gets to work on his castle. Harry has Jessica nestled to his chest, hat covering her head.

“He has a doctor’s appointment Tuesday.” You tell Harry. “Boosters.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll take him, right?”

“We can’t all go together?”

“No, I’m taking Jessica to visit my dad, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“Y/N, wanna check out the water with me?” Sarah asks.

“Me too!” Jack perks up.

“Alright.”

You stand up and grab one of Jack’s hands, Sarah grabs the other. Harry and Niall watch as the three of you have fun walking into the water.

“I hate when I have to take them to the doctor.”

“Why?” Niall asks him.

“Because…the nurses always flirt with me, it’s annoying.”

“Oh, boo hoo.” Niall rolls his eyes. “They know you’re married.”

“That’s the annoying part. It’s like they think I would actively cheat on my wife. The receptionist slipped me her number last time I had to take him.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Yeah!” Jessica fiddles for a second, but Harry soothes her. “Yeah.” He says quieter.

“Did you tell, Y/N?”

“No.” He sighs. “We both really like Dr. Philips, and Jack likes her too.”

“Did you say anything to the receptionist?”

“I threw the paper she gave me into the trash right in front of her.”

A few moments later the three of you come back up to your spot.

“Jack, I need to reapply your sunscreen.”

“No! I don’t like it.” He whines.

“You’ll like a sunburn even less, now come here.”

“No! I don’t-“

“Jack.” Harry says sternly. Jack looks at his father and pouts.

“But, Daddy.” He whines.

“I like when mum puts sunscreen on me, why don’t you?” You smile as Harry looks at you. You put some sunscreen in your hands and rub it onto Harry’s face. “See?”

“Okay.” Jack sighs.

Jack lets you put more sunscreen on and then he goes back to his sand toys. You grab a bowl and pour some water into it for Buster.

“There you go, sweetheart.” You pat his head and sit down. “Hand her over.” You grab a bubby from the cooler. Harry passes Jessica over to you so you can feed her.

“Wow, Harry, you really shut that down.” Sarah says.

“He does everything I do if he sees her do it to me, we’ve slowly learned. If I wear a bandana, he has to wear one because he knows she likes when my hair is out of my face. That’s how we got him to eat his veggies too. Total copycat.” He smirks.

“Jack, are you getting hungry?” You ask him as you burp Jessica.

“Yeah!”

He runs over to you and climbs into your lap. You sigh when he gets you all sandy. You look over at Harry.

“I’ll, uh, get his lunch out of the cooler.” He says.

“Thanks.”

“Jack, come sit with me.” Sarah says. “Auntie needs some loving.”

He giggles and goes over to her. Harry hands him his sandwich.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Here, honey.” He hands you yours.

“Thank you.” You pucker your lips and he leans down to kiss you.

“Let me hold the baby.” Niall says. You happily hand her over to her uncle.

“Daddy, will you take me swimming?”

“Gotta wait a few minutes after you eat, buddy, but yeah.”

“Think I’m gonna lay out for a bit.” You say and stretch. You lay a towel out and lay on your stomach. “Harry, could you-“

He was already putting sunscreen on you. Jack hops off Sarah and plops down on your bum.

“Oh!”

“Jack.” Harry chuckles. “S’not very nice.” He picks him up off of you. “Let’s go to the loo and then we can go swimming, alright?”

“I’ll come with.” Niall says. He puts Jessica in the shade in her carrier. She was fast asleep. Sarah lays on a towel next to you.

“They certainly keep you both busy, huh?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “But you know me, I like being busy.” You watch them all walk away towards the bathhouse. “You know the other day, we were talking about having another one.”

“Are you serious?! You realize you have an infant right over there.”

“I’m well aware.” You giggle.

“So why would you want to have a third so soon?”

“I’m gonna be thirty-two soon, Sarah. I don’t wanna wait another two years to have another baby. I’m not saying I’m going to get pregnant right now, but soon I think. And then we’ll probably be done.”

“Probably.” She laughs. “You two are wild.”

“He likes it when I’m pregnant.” You grin.

“It does look good on you.” She chuckles. “What do you think the school would say?”

“I’m on the tenure track, they can’t say shit. Also, I’ve been pretty convenient having them both at the end of the spring semester. It’s not like I’ve needed to take extra time off.”

“True. What do you think you’d want to have, another boy or girl?”

“I have no idea, it doesn’t really matter to us. You know what Harry said before Jack was born? He wanted to know the sex of the baby so we could start calling him Jack instead of just Baby Styles, and he said the sex itself didn’t matter because Jack could realize he was supposed to be a girl when he gets older. It was so sweet.”

“God, that’s so progressive. We have some trans students at the prep school. You should see some of the parents that look at these kids when they get dropped off.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s not your kid, don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll never really understand why other people care so much. You are who you are.” You shrug.

Harry and Niall come back with Jack, and take him down to the water.

“That srunchie in his hair is so cute.”

“I know, he loves them too. We have one in every color for him. I’m so glad he has Harry’s hair. It’s beautiful.”

“Did you have to buy a special shampoo for it or anything?”

“Yeah, actually. My mom told me what to get. Never been so thankful that she’s a hairdresser. He loves when she comes over to cut his hair. He likes when she scratches his head.” You laugh.

It was a perfect beach day. Jack knocked out on the car ride home. You were able to give him a quick bath and put him to bed easily. Jessica went right down as well. You and Harry put some comfy clothes on and plop onto the couch with Buster. He throws his arm around you and pulls you in close.

“I like our family.” He says.

“Me too.” You look up at him and kiss him on the cheek.

//

Tuesday morning, Harry drove Jack to the doctor’s office for his physical.

“Where are we going, Daddy?”

“To see Dr. Philips. She’s gonna see how much you’ve grown from last year.”

“How come?”

“Every year, after your birthday, you have to have a physical. It’s just to make sure you’re in tip top shape.”

“You get one too?”

“I sure do. But I go to the grown up doctor for mine.”

Harry gets Jack up to the office. The receptionist is a little too happy to see him.

“Hi, Mr. Styles.” She beams.

“Checkin’ Jack in.”

“Of course…where’s Mrs. Styles today?”

“Out with our daughter, having a visit with Grandpa.”

“Jessica got to see Grandpa?!” Jack nearly bursts into tears.

“Jack, remember if you’re good you get a lollypop afterwards.” He pouts and goes to sit down. “Sorry ‘bout that.” Harry signs whatever forms there are.

“Happens all the time.”

Harry sits with Jack who was now being grumpy.

“You’re really upset, huh?”

“I like going to Grandpa’s.” He huffs.

“Are you really upset because mummy’s there?” Jack looks up at Harry and nods. “Sorry, mate. We’ll make time to go see Grandpa. You can have a whole day with him without your sister, okay?”

“Jack?” Dr. Philips comes out and smiles. “Ready?”

Harry and Jack stand up and follow her back to the room he’d be examined in. She takes his height and weight.

“He’s right where he’s supposed to be Harry.”

Harry hums his response. He lifts Jack up to put him on the bed. Dr. Philips moves his shorts up a tad so she can see his little thighs.

“This is gonna feel cold, Jack.”

“What are you doing?” He asks, big eyes looking up at her.

“I have to give you some shots so you don’t get sick later on. They’re called vaccines. You get a few when you’re a baby, and you get some now. It’s like your flu shot.”

“Does Daddy get them too?”

“Yes, but his own doctor gives them to him.” She looks at Harry, and he nods at Jack.

//

You get home with Jessica later that day. You and your dad went out for breakfast before hanging out at his house for a bit. You walk up the basement stairs with her and head into the living room. Jack was curled up in Harry’s arms.

“You.” Harry glares at you.

“Not exactly the greeting I was expecting.” You smirk. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you ever make me do that again.”

“Do what?”

You set Jessica down in the pack and play that was in the living room. Harry gently puts Jack on the couch.

“How come he’s napping with you and not in his bed? How was his physical?” Harry yanks you into the kitchen.

“How was his physical?!” He whisper screams. “Hm, let’s see, I almost strangled Dr. Philips.”

“What?! Why?”

“She gave him three shots!”

“She was supposed to!”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to hear him whale out and cry. Then I started crying.” He groans. “I wanted to kill her. He didn’t even want his lollypop after. So, I will not be takin’ anyone for any more shots in the future. That’s all you.” He crosses his arms. You smile slightly. Harry’s accent always got thicker when he was upset, and it was sort of funny.

“You think it would be easier for me?”

“You’re way stronger than I am when it comes to that stuff. He cried for you, by the way.” He huffs and looks away. “This is something mums are supposed to do.”

“How was the rest of it?” You sigh.

“Good. His weight is on track and so is his height. He did great up until the shots.”

“Alright.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “I’ll take them for shots next time.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I did it when he was a baby, and I can tell you I didn’t want to kill the doctor.” You chuckle.

“It was too much.” He leans his forehead against yours.

“Mumma?” Jack comes into the kitchen, baby blanket cuddled to his face, thumb in his mouth.

“Hi, darling.” You let go of Harry and scoop him up. “Daddy told me you were really brave earlier.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at you.

“He did?”

“Mhm, so I think you should have a little treat for being so good. What do you say after dinner tonight we all go out for ice cream?”

“Yeah!” He hugs you close. “I got shots, Mumma.”

“I know, wanna show me your band aids?”

You walk him back out to the couch and sit down with him. Harry picks up Jessica and snuggles her. He sits down next to you.

“Oh, those are nice. She gave you dinosaurs just how you like.”

“How was my baby girl today?” Harry asks.

“Oh, I was fine. We went to a diner for breakfast-“ Harry starts laughing. “What?”

“I meant Jessica.” He smirks.

“She was fine too.” You swallow. “Good snuggles with Grandpa. Jack, would you like to see Grandpa later this week? He wants to come over and swim.”

“Yeah! I love Grandpa.”

“He loves you too.” You kiss the top of his head.

“You make everything better.” Harry says.

“Oh stop it.”

“I mean it. He was a mess earlier, and I was too much of a mess to-“

“He was asleep on you when I got in, you calmed him down plenty. You’re such a good dad, babe.”

“Thanks.” He kisses Jessica’s cheek and it makes her giggle. “We have the cutest kids in the world, I swear to god.”

“We sure do.”

//

You didn’t get to celebrate your thirty-second birthday because you were called to testify in court. Harry had been working half days, and you knew he was stressed and felt guilty for leaving you at home with the kids, so you didn’t let on about how nervous you were about seeing Jake again.

Sarah and Rachel would come over to see you when they could. Jack really liked playing with Ricky. The girls would often ask you how you were feeling about everything coming up, but you didn’t really want to talk about it.

“You don’t have to come to court with me.” You tell Harry the night before.

“Sure I do. I need to make sure you’ll be alright.”

“But you’ve been craving alone time with the kids, and now you’ll have it.”

“Y/N.” Harry sighs as he gets into bed with you. “I’m going, and so is Niall. Sarah said she could babysit. It’s all taken care of. You’re not going there alone, and that’s final.”

“Apparently after my testimony they think the jury will be able to make a decision. The other women have come in already. I’m a little nervous…I haven’t seen him in years….what if I freak out and I can’t say what the lawyer has been prepping me for?”

“That’s why we’re going. You can just look over at Niall and I.” He cups your cheek and you lean into you. “And then our kids are gonna know how brave their mum is.”

“And once that asshole is convicted I’ll be able to finally feel free from all of this. That trauma is always going to be inside me, and I’ve learned to cope, but he….well, it’s his turn to suffer.”

Harry kisses you and pulls you close to his chest. Tomorrow was going to be really difficult, and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t be there for you.

//

You put on your nicest pant suit and did your hair and makeup early the next morning. You’d need to meet your lawyer before the hearing. Harry got Jack and Jessica good to go before Niall dropped Sarah off to watch them.

“But where’s Mumma?” Jack asked when Sarah walked in.

“Mummy…had a work thing this morning. She’s getting her classes together for fall. She’ll be home a little later. You and your sister get to spend the day with Auntie Sarah, isn’t that nice?” Harry explains.

“Where are you going?”

“Uncle Niall and I have some errands to run. Adult stuff, buddy.”

“Yeah, it’s really boring Jack. We’re going to have way more fun.”

Jack shrugs and plops down in front of the TV. It was too early for him to even think about arguing. Sarah gives Harry a quick hug before he goes out to Niall’s car.

“How come Daddy was all dressed up?” Jack asks Sarah as she sits down next to him.

“He and Uncle Niall have to be dressed up for their errands. Daddy looks nice in his suit, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah.” Jack smiles.

//

Harry and Niall don’t say much on the way to the courthouse. They were both sweating, and it wasn’t because it was August and they were wearing suits. Harry wished he could see you before going in, but he knew they had you in a private room.

“I just hope the cross examiner isn’t too awful to her.” Harry says. “I mean, she has a way of winning any argument she’s in, but those people can twist your words all over the place.”

“Your lawyer’s been prepping her, I bet she’ll be okay.” Niall gives him a reassuring smile. The two walk in and grab seats before it gets too busy.

People start shuffling in. Everyone rises when the judge comes in. Harry’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing when they sat back down. Niall puts his hand on his knee and gives him a squeeze.

“It’s gonna be okay, mate.” He whispers. Harry nods at him and gives him a reassuring smile.

“Your honor, we’d like to call another victim to the stand.”

Your name is announced and you’re brought in through a side door. You don’t dare look around you, you just walk in a straight line. It felt weird swearing in on a Bible, but this was how the court system worked. You sit down in the area next to the judge. She was a female, but that didn’t guarantee she’d be sympathetic. You look out and see your lawyer, and Jake’s ex-wife and her lawyer. Your eyes dart over to Jake and his lawyer. You look out and see Harry and Niall, suddenly feeling grateful they were there.

“Dr. Y/L/N, thank you for joining us today.” The lawyer says to you. “Can you tell us who this man is?” She points over to Jake.

“Jake Robinson.”

“And how do you know him?”

“We dated for about a month back in 2018. We went out four times.”

“And what did these dates consist of?”

“Dinners mostly. We went to the movies once as well.”

“What was Mr. Robinson like on these dates?”

“Nice, for the most part. He seemed like a gentleman, that’s why I continued to see him.”

“Why did you two stop seeing each other?”

“He…assaulted me.” Your eyes meet his. You watch him roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Can you further explain this for the jury? Just so we’re all on the same page on what assault means here.”

“Well, he had driven me home from our dinner date, and he came up to my apartment, just for a night cap. We were talking and then we started kissing.”

“So you willingly invited him up to your place?”

“Yes. At this point I thought I knew him well enough to invite him into my home.”

“Where did it start to go wrong?”

“We started kissing, like a lot of people do. It was the first time we had really kissed outside of one of our cars.” You swallow hard and look over at Harry. He nods encouragingly at you. He wished he could hold your hand through the entire thing. “Anyways, he asked if we could move to the bed. I was living in a studio at the time. I just figured he wanted some room to stretch out.”

“So you said yes to moving to the bed?”

“Yes, but that was all I said yes to.”

“What happened next then?”

You squeeze your hands into fists. Your nails start digging into your palms. You take a deep breath and begin.

“It all happened really fast. He got aggressive all of a sudden. Before I knew it my head was being shoved into the pillow and he had…forced himself inside me. It hurt and I was crying.”

“You didn’t want to have sex with him?”

“No.”

“Did you tell him to stop?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I was afraid. If he could flip a switch like that I didn’t know what else he might do to me if I told him to stop or to get off me. It felt like I was paralyzed. I just sort of suffered through it. I didn’t want it.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“He left. He acted like everything was normal. There was a ton of blood on my sheets, and between my legs. I passed out and landed on my floor. When I woke up I put all of my clothes and the sheets into bags.”

“Why did you do this?”

“In case I decided to press charges, I wanted there to be evidence of his DNA or something. I’ve seen enough cop shows to know that’s what you’re supposed to do. I called out of work all week, and barely spoke or ate, or bathed. I was trying to process everything. I ended up seeing a therapist, which I signed a waiver for to free up the documents of our conversations.”

“Yes, we were able to look all of that over, thank you. We were also able to look over the DNA on your things. It was Mr. Robinson’s, just like it had been on the previous women’s things.” She looks at the judge who is making notes. “Did going to therapy help?”

“Yes. I only went a few times, and then took a break. I was suppressing a lot. I went back after a little while because I started having flashes when I started dating my now husband.”

“What are flashes?”

“They’re…like…we’d be doing something and all of a sudden I’d get triggered and get scared like it was Jake on top of me again.”

“Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N. No further questions, your honor.”

Jake’s lawyer stands up to cross examine you.

“Mrs. Styles, -“

“Dr. Y/L/N.” You correct him. Harry and Niall smirk to each other.

“My apologies, Dr. Y/L/N.” He clears his throat. “You mentioned you kept everything as evidence, but you didn’t press charges until a few months ago, why is that?”

“A friend had driven me to the police station about six different times. At the time, I just wanted it all to go away, and a court case terrified me. I was scared of seeing him face to face again. I also hadn’t told many people yet, and I was afraid of a lot of things. I had just turned twenty-three, I was young and didn’t really know how to properly handle things. If I could go back, believe me, I would have gone right to the police.”

“Maybe you didn’t go before because you knew Mr. Robinson didn’t actually assault you. It was just something you made up.”

“No, it was assault, rape, actually. He raped me. I didn’t consent to having sex with him. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to, he didn’t ask me if I was alright, he didn’t even check to see if I was enjoying it.”

“Maybe he just thought you liked it rough.”

“How would he have deduced that from the few dates we had been on? Like I said, he didn’t ask me if I wanted to or if I was enjoying it. He forced himself on me. I’ve consensual sex before, that wasn’t it.”

“You’re married, correct?”

“I am.”

“So every time you have sex with your partner, you both ask to make sure it’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We always check in and make sure it’s something we both want in that moment. Every partner I’ve ever had, actually. Even if it was just a hook up back when I was in college, I was always asked if I wanted to, and when I said no, that was respected. I would give that same respect and courtesy back to them as well.” You take a sip of water from the bottle they put out for you. “Are you saying you don’t check in with your partner when you’re getting intimate?”

“No further questions, your honor.”

“Dr. Y/L/N, you’re free to go. Thank you.” She says to you.

You stand up and you’re lead out of the room. The judge announces there will be a brief recess to allow the jury some time to think everything over. Harry and Niall go out in the hallway to meet you and your lawyer. You tear up when you see them, and you run into Harry’s arms. He holds you close to his chest. His eyes were watery as well. Niall rubs your back as you breathe in Harry’s cologne for comfort.

“You did so well, love.” He whispers to you. “I’m so proud of you.” You look up at him and smile.

“Thank you.” You let go of him and hug Niall as well, briefly. “I’m glad you’re both here.”

“You really shut that other lawyer up when you flipped the script on him.” Niall says. “Well done.”

“Do you want to stay, or do you want to leave?” Harry asks.

“No, I wanna hear what the jury has to say. Even if they don’t believe me or the other women, they at least have to agree she should have full custody of their kid.”

The court is called back into session an hour or so later. Everyone rises when the judge comes back in.

“I want to thank the jury for their months of service on this case. I know hearing all of these stories has not been easy. I would also like to thank the brave women who have come forward in support of Mrs. Robinson.” She looks at Jake and then to the jury. “Has the jury reached a verdict?”

“Yes, your honor.” A woman stands up. “We find Mr. Jacob Robinson guilty on all counts of rape, including predatory.”

You gasp, but try to keep your composure. Jake’s parents and some of his family were also in the courtroom. You thought they should be ashamed raising someone like that, but you’d keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Mr. Robinson, you showed very little remorse during these last few months. I haven’t been very impressed.” The judge says. “We had three very brave women forward to make sure you wouldn’t hurt anyone else, and you easily could have. There could be others and we may never know. I sentence you to twenty years in prison, no parole. Mrs. Robinson will be granted full custody of the child. No visitation rights granted.” She pounds the gavel. “Court dismissed.” She stands up and exits.

You watch as Jake’s ex-wife hugs her lawyer and then who you presume is her family. You hadn’t even noticed that you had started crying. You stand up and throw your arms around Harry and Niall. It was over, it was finally over. The three of you walk out of the courthouse. There were news vans and reports out there waiting to take statements, as there often were with cases like this.

“Dr. Y/L/N?” You turn around to see Jake’s ex-wife. “We haven’t formally met, I’m Jane.” She shakes your hand. “I just wanted to say thank you, and that I’m so very sorry. I remember you, sort of, from years ago. We bumped into you at the ice rink in the city. You ran out after you saw him.”

“I remember.”

“I almost broke up with him that night, but he convinced me there was nothing to worry about. I was young then too, I didn’t realize he was manipulating me. Thanks to you, and the other women, I can go back to my daughter and tell her she’ll be safe from now on. We’ve been divorced for a couple of years, but he just wouldn’t leave us alone.”

“I’m sorry you had to be put through all of that. If I had-“

“Don’t. The other women all said the same thing. It’s hard, when there’s a history of people not believing women, or the fact that your life could have been destroyed by going through this process…it makes you so tired you don’t even want to try. I understand completely.” She looks over at Harry and Niall as well. “Can I ask you two something?”

“Anything.” Harry says while Niall nods.

“Did you ever see him again? Rough him up a little? The weekend of our wedding he had to wear makeup because he had gotten into some bar fight at his bachelor party.”

“Yeah, that was us…mostly me.” Harry says.

“Another red flag I ignored.” She scoffs. “Well, I just came over to thank you.” She gives your hand a squeeze. “I hope you’re able to live a little more peacefully now.”

“Thanks, same to you.” You smile as she walks away. “Okay, I’m ready to go home. It’s too fucking out to be wearing all these clothes, and I miss my babies.”

//

The three of you get back to your house and walk in through the front door. No one was inside, Sarah must have the kids out back for some pool time. You go upstairs to go put your suit on. Niall drives home to change. Harry goes upstairs as well. Once you’re both changed you head outside. Buster barks excitedly when he sees the two of you.

“Mumma!” Jack yelps as he swims over to the ladder. It nearly makes Sarah flip out of her pool float.

“Jack, don’t run!” Sarah yells as she gets out of the pool. Jessica was snug in the shade in her stroller.

“Hi my sweet baby.” You scoop Jack up and hold him close to you.

“How were your fancy errands, Daddy?” Jack asks, looking at his now dressed down father.

“Good.” He jostles his hair.

“How’d it go?” Sarah asks, giving you a side hug.

“He’s going away, for a long time.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Who’s going away?” Jack asks.

“No one you ever need to worry about.” You kiss his cheek and set him down. You snatch one of the water guns on the ground and his eyes grow wide with excitement. “Wanna play?”

Jack grabs another loaded water gun and the two of you start running around the yard spraying each other.

“She did amazing. Really kept it together.”

“I’ll bet.” Sarah says. Niall comes into the backyard and wraps his arms around Sarah from behind.

“Have fun with the kiddos?”

“Mhm.” She turns to kiss his cheek. “You two got lucky with such easy babies. She’s just as good as Jack was when he was that small.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.”

Harry grabs another water gun and joins in on the fun with you and Jack.

“Oh no!” You squeal. “Let’s join forces, Jack!” You both try to get Harry, but you run out of water.

Harry grins at the two of you, and soaks you with the gun. Jack squeals and runs over to Sarah and Niall. Harry gets his hands on you and lifts you.

“Harry, please!” You laugh hysterically as he lifts you higher and throws you into the pool. You emerge, and splash at him.

“Just thought you could cool off, babe.”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Do it to me, Daddy!” Jack comes running back over so Harry can lift him up. Harry tosses him into the pool so you can catch him. Harry comes into the pool as well to keep having fun.

“They’re a cute little family.” Niall kisses Sarah’s cheek.

“Yeah, they are.” She sighs happily. “I like our little family too, though.”

“Oh, me too. Wouldn’t change a thing with yeh.”

[countessmorgasson]

Ride Along

Fluffy Nadia x MC! Horseback riding with the Countess herself <3

Gender Neutral MC

(Disclaimer: Based on Nadia’s route, minor spoilers. Also, I don’t know shit about riding horses lmao)

Even though you wake alone, you’re happy. 

The silk sheets are cool against your skin, and the sun makes the room around you shimmer. You turn to the right, where Nadia should be asleep next to you. You don’t have much luck getting her to sleep in on a weekday, but you’ll get there someday.

Smiling, you scoff at how neatly she left her side of the bed. 

You dress yourself as nicely as you can, eager to see the Countess; even if it was for a few moments while she rushed between meetings and other royal duties. 

To your surprise, Nadia herself greets you at the foot of the stairs, a broad smile lighting up her crimson eyes. You find your feet picking up the pace, and you rush to greet her back with a morning kiss. 

That was something you’d never get used to. The food at the palace was one thing, the large bathtubs and clothes so luxurious you were afraid to wear them were all fun amenities, but the best thing about your life was the woman standing in front of you. 

“Good morning, my love.” You press another kiss to each of her cheeks, a little sheepish over how late you must have slept in. If Nadia’s not headed to a meeting, you really must be late waking up. 

“Did you sleep well, m/c?” Her voice is like butter.

“Of course,” you say.

“Good. I’ve cancelled the rest of my appointments for the day; I’d love for you to join me at the stables.”

Ah. Your smile must show your sudden anxieties, but you muster up all the excitement you can. 

“Absolutely!”

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You’ve never ridden a horse in your life- before you met Nadia, of course.  Magic was the thing you were good at. Card readings, aura channeling, you’re the one they go to. But practically... anything else, you were still shaky at. 

Frankly, you blame yourself for ever dying in the first place. Surely there were other things you could do before then. Maybe you were even good at riding horses. 

You fidget while Nadia eyes you.  She looks beautiful- as if that’s a shock. You just love the way her violet hair piles on top of her head in a braid. She has such a classy, confident aura about her when she wears these clothes, you note. 

She catches you eyeing her, and raises her eyebrow with a playful smirk. 

“Why don’t you ride with me this time, m/c?” She offers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’ll share- you can sit behind me...” she blushes underneath her smile. “Or if you’d like, I’ll hold on to you.”

You mount her favorite horse, clumsily straddling along its back. Oh, the things you do for love. Nadia adjusts herself behind you with ease, and you smell her lavender perfume when she playfully nuzzles against your neck.

“I like this,” she admits. “We have to do this more often.”

You chuckle in agreeance, but your grip on the horse’s reins nearly has your knuckles going white. Luckily for you, you’ve got an expert at your side. Or rather, behind you.

Before you know it, you’re strolling in peace, breathing in the crisp air and occasionally relaxing yourself enough to enjoy your surroundings.

“This is nice.” You admit.

“It is.” Nadia’s voice is softer than usual, like she’s deep in thought. “Thank you for joining me.”

For a few blissful moments you’re both silent, eyes wandering around the trail. You occasionally look back to Nadia, nerves calmed by her smile. 

The longer you walk, the more Vesuvia seems to linger farther away, the sun’s reflection glimmering on the palace rooftops.

Yes, these were the days you both dreamed of. A city that was once broken, unable to provide for its people had transformed into something beyond your wildest expectations. And it was all thanks to Nadia. Sure, you might have had a hand in things, but at the end of the day she was the Countess, and how lucky you all were to live under her reign. 

How lucky you were to be her beloved...

“M/c!”

You’re too lost in admiration to pay attention to the horse beneath you. You didn’t have that connection that Nadia did with the animal- and it’s obvious, by the way you desperately buck against the creature’s back. You have no idea what to expect- what’s going on?! 

It happens quickly. Nadia’s smart enough to steady herself and brace for the sudden turn, but you’re painfully dragged back into reality the moment you feel your body in the air. 

You topple off the horse, crashing down into a bush.

“Ahhh!”

“Oh dear-!”

Nadia scrambles off the horse and rushes to your side, where you’re spitting out dirt and groaning at your ripped clothing. 

“M/c, are you hurt?! That was quite a fall.”

As if she spoke it into existence, you start to notice aches and pains throughout your body. You start to panic- you’ve never fallen off a horse like that. Did you sprain anything? It doesn’t seem like it... then what’s this pain? 

You feel your entire face heat up. 

How humiliating!

Nadia doesn’t give it a second thought. She’s already got her manicured hands on you, examining for any major injuries. You stare in silence, partly unsure how to respond- you’re just so mortified. What kind of fool falls off a horse with their hands on the reins?

“Ah, I’m fine...” you start. It doesn’t ease the worry on Nadia’s face until you stand up with her. Your tailbone feels a bit sore, but there’s no way you’re going to admit to her that you literally fell on your ass. 

“Let’s get ourselves home. Oh... I hate to make you get back on, but we’re quite a ways from the palace. We’ll have to ride back.” 

Yup.

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You’re still mortified, but you’ve finally arrived home. 

I should have pretended to pass out. I can’t believe this.

Part of you wants to laugh, but you’re silent, hidden away in your shared bedroom while Nadia examines you more thoroughly.  It turns out you didn’t land the fall unscathed. 

You bear a few marks here and there. Minor scratches and bruises- ones that you could easily erase yourself with a simple press of your fingertips. That being said... something holds you back from healing yourself.

Nadia’s playing the role of a doctor, catering to your injuries. 

She traces over each scrape with a warm washcloth, no matter how small of a scratch it is. The damp fabric is soothing against your cold skin, making your muscles relax underneath her touch. Her eyes are fixed intensely on what she’s doing- making sure every part of you is treated with care. 

You sit in silence, eyes following her every move. You study her, really. It’s fascinating to see her like this- knowing she could easily have doctors tend to you- knowing you could do this yourself.

She hums to herself, kissing the marks on your back and tracing along the scrapes as if she could erase them with her touch. 

“Thank you, my love.” You say. “I feel much better.”

It’s true. Maybe love is medicine. 

“Good.” She raises an eyebrow towards you, and you see a glimpse of her playful nature shine through her haughty expression. “Because I’m not quite done with you yet. We still have a few hours before dinner time, do we not?”

“W-what did you have in mind?” You try not to let your nerves take over. 

You may have gotten the best of the Devil, but you got your ass handed to you by a horse- and you’re not sure if you can handle more adventure tonight..

“Don’t look so afraid, m/c! The last thing I want to do is put you under any more stress today. I’ll have a bath drawn for us.”

You swear you can physically feel your bones settle from the relief.  You find yourself starting to laugh. 

It’s really kind of funny, now that the embarrassment’s rubbed off. You can’t get the image of yourself toppling into a bush out of your head. How the hell did Nadia keep a straight face?

It’s like she read your mind, and before you know it the two of you are giggling like children. 

You sit like that for a few moments, enjoying each other’s laughter. 

It’s so nice to see Nadia smile- truly smile. Her entire face lights up and her giggles somehow feel so special- maybe because you’re the only one who really gets to see her like this. 

Everything about her is enchanting- even when you’re suffering through a bruised tailbone and a memory that’s forever burned into your head, you’re just so in love, you’d do it all over again if it’d make her laugh like this.

“Come, dear.” Nadia extends her arm forward. She’s still wearing her riding clothes. You’re finally brought to your feet, eager to soak in a pool of warm water. 

“I think you’ve earned yourself a massage.”

[eadanga]

Falling in Love With You Part 9

Summary: Chris is a rich guy trapped in an awful engagement. He meets MC a young medical student and falls for her. Can Chris get out of this engagement to be with the one her loves?

A/N: This series is for @maxattack-powell​​​ one of the winners of my 400 followers giveaway hope you enjoy this and thanks for participating.

Chris guided MC into the house she smiled as she looked around “This is nice Chris”

“Thanks I decorated it myself”

“I love it so what are we gonna be doing around here?”

Chris smirks “Well I could tell you” He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her closer “Or I can show you”

MC giggles “As much as I love that Chris I meant besides that”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out” He kisses her on the forehead “Now get dressed and let’s hit the beach”

“Alright Chris”

****

MC put on her bikini and wrap and walked outside seeing Chris standing and looking at the ocean view. He turns and smiles when he sees her “Damn when did you get this?”

“I just bought I was hoping to hit the beach one of these days this summer”

“Well you look incredibly hot in it I love it”

“Thanks Chris your hot too”

“Glad you think so now you ready for your surprise” MC nods “Turn around”

MC turns and her eyes go wide at the sight of a horse heading their way “Chris are we riding?”

“Yeah have you ridden before?”

MC giggles “Not really”

The horse stops in front of Chris and Chris pats her nose “Hey girl meet my friend MC”

The horse turns to MC and nuzzles her face MC smiles “Aw aren’t you a sweetheart what’s her name?”

“I call her Spirit cause she’s got a lot of spirit was riding her and she nearly threw me off”

MC laughs “What happened?”

“She thought she saw food and raced toward it but it was just seaweed”

MC laughs harder “Well I hope you cleaned the beach of any seaweed”

Chris chuckles “I did now shall I help you on her?”

“Such a gentleman” Chris lifts her up and sits her on the saddle then jumps on after her.

Spirit moves slowly as Chris wraps his arms around MC holding her closer to him “You like it”

“I do this is amazing Chris”

“I’m glad but I know you’ll love the next surprise”

“There’s more?”

Chris smiles “Yup I can’t wait for you to see it”

They ride over the rocks and to a small space behind them. A picnic was set up MC grins at the sight of it “Chris…”

“Yes?” He smiles and kisses her forehead “Come on let’s eat”

He jumps down and helps her down. They sit down to eat talking laughing and enjoying each other’s company

“Did you make all this?”

“Well I had some help but yeah I did”

“You did good for your first time”

Chris laughs “First time? Hey I’m an excellent chef”

“Slow you roll there Chris I’m gonna have be the judge of that”

Chris rolls his eyes as MC laughs “Hilarious” He smiles as he stares at her

She smiles “Can’t keep your eyes off of me huh?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so beautiful but that’s impossible because you always are” He kisses her deeply as his arms wrap around her pulling her closer. He whispers “Want to head back to the house” MC nods as he lifts her up and they ride back to the house.

****

Soon as they reach the house Chris lifts her up bridal style as MC giggles. He carries her up stairs and enters the bedroom. He places her on the bed and climbs on top of her kissing her deeply. He pulls off her bikini top and then takes off his shirt.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing these abs”

Chris chuckles “Glad you enjoy them” He pulls of her bikini pants and his pants. He stares at her intensely “God your gorgeous” He kisses her deeply and moves down her body sucking on her breast as she moans

“Mmmmm Chris”

“Like that?”

“Yes don’t stop”

He kisses down her body and pulls her legs apart “I’ve been wanting to taste you” He plunges and swirls his tongue into her as she moans. He inserts a finger inside of her as he continues to taste her juices

“Chris”

“Mmmmmm fuck baby you taste amazing” He wraps his arms around her legs pulling her closer “This is my favorite meal of all time”

MC moans louder as he continues “Oh Chris right there” She feels herself getting closer till Chris pulls away

“Can’t come for me yet baby” He pushes himself into her as she tightens around him enjoying the feeling. He thrusts slowly the picks up the pace going faster as her cries get louder and louder.

Chris flips her over so that she’s on top of him. Quick look of surprise comes on her face at the change of positions. Chris holds her tightly as he growls “That’s it MC ride me”

“Oh Chris yes mmmmm”

“Fuck baby” As she gets close he flips her on her back and continues to thrust “Come hard for me”

“Chris!” She screams his name as she comes with Chris together. Chris shudders and shakes a bit but lifts himself up and smiles “That was amazing baby”

“I loved it you were wild”

“Only around you”

He pulls out of her and pulls her close “I love you so much MC”

“I love you too Chris”

He kisses her deeply running his hands through her hair. Her phone buzzes on the table and Chris grumbles “Ignore it let’s go for round 2”

MC giggles “Still have energy after that?”

“With you? Always”

MC giggles as her phone buzzes again Chris sighs “Ok answer it”

MC grabs her phone “Kaitlyn I’m kinda of”

“MC! Your name is everywhere!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Check the news”

MC types in her name and there were dozens of articles with the headline Gold digging waitress steals Powell heir

“Chris! Look at this!”

MC shoves the phone in his and Chris scrolls through the articles his eyes going wide “What the?” He feels the rage burning inside of him “That bitch Scarlet is behind this I hate her”

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[durtlesloveformagi]

Hey Guys, I just wanna share a very old story and arts that I did regarding on how Baira Sharma, my oc, and Koumei Ren first met in their early-mid teens. This will also show how Baira's personality was like before he disappeared/kidnapped for 6 years which will change quite a bit, but never lost his feelings/love/hopes for Koumei. Although there will be changes in the story in the future. Sorry if I had a couple of them out of characters. ^^'

Okay! Let get on with the story and remember that this is very old arts and story.

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The Day We Met

Story and Oc Created by Durtle on March 24, 2019

Magi is not mine obviously, and this is for fun!

Do not steal my oc or my storyplot!

Location: The Kou Empire Palace's royal stable for the horses.

Kouen was dragging his little brother, Koumei, to the royal stable after kicking him out of his own bed and it was already past noon. Koumei was not looking forward going to the stable because he was too tired to do anything and wanted to be lazy. Koumei let his body go limp to send a message to his big brother that he wanted to do nothing today, but it did not stop Kouen as he kept dragging him on.

Koumei: Why are you taking me to the stable, Brother?... * he whined a bit as he tilted his head over*

Kouen: Because a bird told me that you had not been practicing your horse back riding, Koumei.

Koumei: ...and this bird doesn't happen to be Hakuren?

Beside that, I am perfectly capable of riding a horse, Brother.

Kouen: *shot his brother a harsh glare as he asked him a very good question* and exactly when was the last time you ridden a horse?

Koumei: !!! ... I can't recall when the last-

Kouen: -then you practice! That's final, Koumei!

Koumei: Noooooo... I don't wanna...

Kouen: TCH!

Koumei: Why do I need to practice that badly?

Kouen: I am pretty sure horse back riding was one of the requirements if we wants to serve Hakuyuu and Hakuren. Beside, they told me that the one of the princes from Hindrica, Prince Baira Sharma, loves it and wanted to invite us along on trails. Take it as a huge honor to ride with the princes, Koumei!

Koumei: Geez... You takes this too seriously... Why is that Hindrica Prince here again? Isn't his country an isolated kingdom with big walls that will never allow anyone in or out without the King's permission?

Kouen: Yes, Hindrica have walls that our empire can't defeat and they are on oversea lands, so it will be very complicated to claim the territory. The Hindrican Prince is here because his grandfather, King Anupam, and our Emperor reach to some agreements where we could unite our forces one day. Every summer, King Anupam will send his grandsons, Baira and Sachan, to here where they can learn our culture as we learn theirs. Although we are not allow to enter Hindrica just yet.

Basically, we just need to spend some times with them and teach them our ways.

Koumei: *sighed dramatically* Why can't they get this over with and sign a peace treaty than wasting our times playing horsey rides?

Kouen: I agree with you, Koumei. Now get on!

Koumei: Huh?! *Koumei realized he did not noticed a grey Hidaka stallion which was already saddled in front of him until now. He felt uneasy because it had been a while as he might slip off and injure himself.* Can we do this another time, Brother? I don't feel well...

Kouen: Get. On. The Horse!

Koumei flinched at the last word of Kouen's as he finally gave in to his naggings. The messy redhead went to the stepstool that was set there next to the horse, and it did not even notice him. Koumei grabbed on the horn of the saddle with one hand as the other guided the stirrup to one of his feet. When he put some weight on his foot with the stirrup, he tried to move his second foot over to the other side of the saddle gently, but unfortunately he lost balance as he accidently slouched down harshly, startling the stallion.

The Hidaka Stallion swiftly stood up on its two legs as it neighed wildly like it was being attacked. Koumei panicked as he unconsciously held onto the horse. Kouen almost panicked as well, but he kept on a brave face for his brother as he ran straight toward the frightened stallion to grab the reins, not caring he might hurt himself. As soon as he grabbed the reins, the horse bolted as it dragged Kouen across the ground, causing his fingers to slip off the reins and left him behind. Koumei was still on the horse as he screamed for help!

Koumei: HELP! PLEASE! STOOOOP!

Kouen: GRAB THE REINS, YOU IDIOT!

The Hidaka Stallion kept galloping, yet it seems like its does not know where it going as it stayed in a straight line. From a distance, there was a group of three princes minding their own business, strolling with their horses. The two imperial princes of Kou Empire had their own Hidaka stallions, and Prince Baira had brought his Marwari Stallion along from his country. The princes halted their horses as soon they heard screamings as they looked over their shoulders as saw Koumei on a runaway horse.

Hakuren: Is that Koumei?!

Hakuyuu: Oh dear...

Just before the imperial princes had a chance to think, the Hindrican Prince already made his move as he commanded his steed to follow the rouge stallion. Just when the Marwari Stallion got close enough, Prince Baira quickly got up on the seat of the saddle with his feet as he skillfully kept his balance. Koumei did not notice someone was trying to save him until he felt something just jumped on behind him.

Baira: I got you!

Prince Baira hastily reached for the reins as Koumei tried his best to stay out of his way. Once he grabbed a good hold of it, he started to redirect the stallion to calm down and it worked because it was slowing down along with the Marwari Stallion. The frightened horse had finally stopped. Koumei let out a huge sigh of relief, but only to earn some chuckles behind him. The messy redhead turned his head to see who was his savior, and the only thing that captured him was the Prince's gorgeous golden green eyes. Koumei felt his cheeks burns while he can feels his heart pounding as he tried to break the gaze, but failed.

Baira: Are you alright? ... Koumei? Is it?

Koumei: !!! *snapped out of his gazings* Y-Yes! I am safe, thanks to you-!!! ... I am sorry, but who are you again?

Baira: *let out a heartly laugh as he slipped off the horse* Why I am Baira Sharma. One of the princes of Hindrica~

Koumei: Ehhh?! You are- I mean! Your highness, I apologizes for my carelessness that frightened the horse and wasted your times upon me. *bows his head furiously toward him*

Baira: *laughs again* Don't worry about it, Koumei. Here allow me. *Puts his hands on Koumei's side to help him to get off the horse and he let him* And beside, it's not your fault that you frightened this creature.

Koumei: It's not, your highness?

Baira: *gently grabbed the Hidaka Stallion's noseband and guided its face toward Koumei* If you look closely, the mane had not been groomed for a long time and the hair covered its eyes. So it's not surprising that this horse got startled.

Koumei: !!! I did not realize that...

Kouen: Koumei!!!

Koumei and Baira looked over to a direction where Kouen who had hitched a ride with Hakuyuu with Hakuren trotting toward them.

Hakuren: Are you two alright?

Baira: Yup. This little miss here was shaken, but she is alright. Ha! *pats on Koumei's messy hair*

Koumei flinched as he heard Baira's last sentence. Baira thought he was a girl. Sure, he got long hair and pinkish clothings, but still! He slowly turned to the Hindrica Prince and he never felt so furious and embarrassed at someone before.

Koumei: I am not a girl! *kicked Baira's in the knee*

Baira: Huh?! *not even phased by the kick because it felt like he was being attacked by a small pigeon against his knee*

Kouen, Hakuyuu, and Hakuren: !!!!!

Koumei: Wahh! I hate you!!!

Kouen: What the heck!

Hakuyuu: Oh dear...

Hakuren: Koumei! Noooooo!

(At least we knew where did Kougyoku got the dramatic meltdown from. LOL JK)

The two Imperial Princes and Kouen got very nervous because how else will they explain to Emperor Hakutoku if King Anupam decided to call off the arrangements with such simple assault against Baira. What even more shocking was that Koumei, out of all the people, was the one who did the assault. When Koumei realized what he had done, he took his cue to run for it back to the palace in a hurray to hide his embarrassments. Kouen tried to called Koumei back to apologize to Baira, but he apologized on behalf of Koumei instead along with Hakuyuu and Hakuren as they hope nothing will affects anything in the future. Baira reassured them that he was not the type of person who would tattletale over silly things, and he said it was his fault for upsetting Koumei. The Kou Princes and Kouen felt so relief that Baira was such a honest and selfless person.

As the time for the supper of the day approaches, Koumei decided to stay in the garden to hide as he sat on the ground near the bushes. He did not wanted to show his face at dinner, especially with Prince Baira there. He never felt so ashamed of his childlish act toward him. He thought he would not dare to lash out like that, but it was Baira's fault for upsetting him. Yet, he never felt something like that toward to someone before.

Koumei: That jerk...

Baira: Who is the jerk?

Koumei flinched as he slowly turned to see Baira, but this time he was not wearing his head wrap as his hair was in full view. Koumei got nervous because he thought he was going to get some scolding or yelling, but Baira sat down next to him with a laugh.

Baira: I am just kidding. I know I was a jerk before.

Koumei: But your highness, I never usually-

Baira: You can drop all that "your highness" nonsense since we are friends now. Ha ha. *gets closer*

Koumei: F-Friends?

Baira: Yup! I also wanted to apologize for assuming you being a girl. It's just that during my studies with language, I learned that Koumei was a common name for girls.

Koumei: Ohhh... The name. That makes sense. I guess you were a bit too deep in your studies for that kind of assumption, but interesting observation though. Thanks for apologizing... and I apologize for kicking you when you did not deserve it.

Baira: No apologies needed. I got plenty from your brother and your cousins nonstop. Ha ha ha! And you know what... Koumei really suits you! The meaning-

Koumei: -ah *rolled his eyes* The meanings of my name. I know. It's being a bright person I am. Nothing new.

Baira: Yes, but...

Baira pulled up his hand toward Koumei, but the redhead shut his eyes, expecting some kind of impacts for being a smarty-pants like usual. Yet, there was no impact and Koumei only felt one of his cheeks being gently caressed. Koumei opened his eyes and look up ahead, only to see Baira looking at him so sweetly. Koumei was confused and he wondered if this was one of Hindrican greetings.

Baira: Koumei, there is a part of your name that means "Beautiful," and it really suits you!

Koumei: !!! *blushed*

The feelings that Koumei had when he first saw Baira's eyes came back and this time was because of his kindness and intelligent. Koumei couldn't believe his ears and wondered if Baira's blind. No one had ever called Koumei beautiful before. Just weirdo or mop head, but not beautiful. Koumei never thought there would be a boy who was kind, intelligent, selfless, athletic, and most of all handsome would called him beautiful.

Baira: So... Is this is the Kou Empire way of bonding as friends, Koumei?~

Koumei: !!!?

Koumei took it back because Baira was a complete clueless, oblivious idiot who don't know how to read the mood!

(He will learn the moods in the future though LOL JK)

Koumei was not amused, yet disappointed, as he pushed the prince's hand off of his face, but he understood that Baira was trying to be friendly. Maybe too friendly.

Koumei: If you just wants to be just friends, then friends don't just go caressing each other's cheeks.

Baira: They don't? *tilted his head over like a confused puppy*

Koumei tried not to laugh at his adorable facial expression as he tried to cleared his throat.

Koumei: No, they don't, Baira.

Baira: .... !!! Oh! Oh crap! I am so sorry! *blushes a bit as he just got the idea of what he just did* But I really did meant that you are beautiful.

Koumei: Never mind that! *tries to hide his blushing face with his sleeves*

Baira: Sorry... back in my country, we don't have many friendly public gestures in a long time, and I just went with the flow here. But hey! Now, I have you as a friend, you can teach me all about it!

Koumei: Eh?! I am not sure if I am suited to teach you that kind of thing since I don't have many friends.

Baira: Then we will learn together! So what do you say? Friends forever? *put out his hand for Koumei to shake*

Koumei sat still for a minute as he thought about it. He wasn't very sure of it since Baira was a bit childish for a 15 years old, but he was so sweet and would not mind to spend more times with him at all as the redhead took the prince's hand and shook it.

Koumei: Friends Forever.

Baira smiled gleely like a child and Koumei could not help it but laughed at him. From that day on, the two boys became good friends and grew closer as years goes by.

Hope yall enjoyed this. :3

[honyakuninakunaru]

Support Found Amidst The Sky // Murr SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

Akira: "...My, it's already this late. I still haven't adapted to the way things are here, have I? A day goes by in the blink of an eye! I faced a lot of things today too. It's kind of a fresh experience though. The wizards are all very unique, but I've come to love them because of that, and I want to become dear friends with all of them."

???: "Knock-knock!"

Akira: "Hm?"

Akira: ("Is that supposed to be...the sound of knocking? They're vocalizing it though...")

Akira: "Is someone there?"

(Creak)

Murr: "Good evening, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Murr? What's up?"

Murr: "With me? A lot! Something's always up with me!"

Akira: "That's not what I meant... Let me rephrase that. Did something troublesome happen to you?"

Murr: "Mhm! Just now, Shylock and I were playing tag!"

Akira: "Tag?"

Murr: "Yep! He might find me soon, so will ya let me hide here for a while? Or would you rather join us instead? Wanna run from Shylock together?"

Akira: ("Now's my chance to get closer with Murr... But it's so late...")

Akira: "...Yawn."

Murr: "Oh?"

Akira: ("Oops...")

Murr: "That was a bi~g yawn just now! Are ya feelin' sleepy?"

Akira: "S-sorry. I was actually about to go to bed..."

Murr: "You're gonna sleep even if the moon is so pretty tonight? What a waste~ If I were you I'd stay up until the sun rises, y'know?"

Akira: "Until sunrise...? You sure are passionate, Murr..."

Murr: "Ahaha! Your eyelids are looking kinda heavy. If today won't do, then we're gonna play next time, when your eyes are properly open!"

(Footsteps)

Shylock: "Just when I was wondering where you could've gone."

Akira: "Shylock?"

Murr: "Shoot! He found me!"

Shylock: "Pardon the interruption, Master Sage. I will be retrieving this straggling cat, so please rest assured."

Murr: "Bye-bye, Master Sage! See ya tomorrow!"

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(The next day) (Courtyard)

Akira: ("...Morning already? It's always so bright in this room...")

Murr: "Morning, Master Sage!"

Rutile: "Good morning!"

Akira: “Whoa! 

Akira: ("W-why are these two the first thing I see...and so up close!? Moreover, where...")

Murr: "You finally woke up!"

Akira: "G-good morning. Um...Why am I in the courtyard...?"

Murr: "I told ya we were gonna play today, yeah? That's why I carried ya over while you were asleep!"

CHAPTER 2

Akira: "Did Murr invite you too, Rutile...?"

Rutile: "Yes. This morning, Murr came up to me and asked me if I wanted to play with you two."

Murr: "He taught me a game from the Southern Country!"

Akira: "A game from the South?"

Murr: "Yup! I'm gathering games from different countries and studying their regional differences! The games from every country should differ at least a little, right? Just like the taste of fruits and songs alter depending on the area. Or they might be all the same!"

Akira: "I see...! What kind of games are common in the South, Rutile?"

Rutile: "Well, games for wizards tend to be a bit extreme in general."

Akira: ("Extreme!?")

Murr: "Ahaha! Master Sage, excitement is written all over your face! Will ya join us?"

Akira: "I'll try to keep up...!"

Akira: ("I'm getting the same feeling right before a ride on a roller coaster at an amusement park...")

Rutile: "There's this game from my childhood that I really liked... First, you draw several circles on the ground. Then, you jump through each one, and whoever runs through all of them and reaches the end, wins."

Murr: "And if ya lose?"

Rutile: "There's a punishment game!"

Akira: ("Huh, that sounds very similar to hopscotch.")

Akira: "There's a game just like this in my world, too."

Rutile: "Is that so? Then you should know how to play!"

Murr: "Hey, don'tcha think it will be more fun if we do it like this? <Eanul Lambru>!"

Akira: "Whoa...!"

Akira: ("The circles started floating...!")

Murr: "It's boring if you can only run on land!"

Akira: ("Mid-air hopscotch... Now that's pretty extreme!")

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(Whoosh)

Rutile: "...All clear!"

(Whoosh)

Murr: "Ta-dah! I'm done, too!"

Akira: ("Wow, these two ran past me with such ease...")

Murr: "You're next, Master Sage!"

Akira: "A-alright!"

Akira: ("I've ridden on a broom before, but this is a bit too high... Just gotta make sure not to look down!")

Akira: "Here we go! ...Whoa!"

Akira: ("The difference in size and height of the circles makes it difficult to jump from one to another...!")

Akira: "And another one! ...A?"

Akira: ("Shit...! I'm falling!")

Murr: "<Eanul Lambru>!"

Rutile: "<Ortonik Setomaoje>! A-are you alright?"

Murr: "Your eyes are all wide!"

Akira: "...Pff...Ahaha!"

Rutile: "Master Sage?"

Akira: "I'm sorry. I ended up laughing at how scared I got just now."

Murr: "Did ya have fun?"

Akira: "Yeah, lots! Thank you for inviting me."

Murr: "There's another game in line, the fun's just starting!"

Rutile: "Another game?"

Murr: "Yep, yep! It’s the loser's punishment game!"

CHAPTER 3

Akira: "...Is this really a punishment game?"

Murr: "It is! You gotta take a stroll around the sky on my broom!"

Rutile: "I'm very happy to fly side by side with you, Master Sage."

Akira: ("...I was prepared for something more intense, but this will do.")

Murr: "Look! Over there! A flock of migrating birds!"

(Flap-flap)

Rutile: "Ah, you're right. I wonder where are they headed."

Murr: "We're gonna find out if we follow em! Let's go!"

Rutile: "While we're at it, how about we make it a race, Mister Murr? Let’s see who will catch up to the flock first."

Murr: "Sounds good! We're starting right now!"

Rutile: "Okay!"

Akira: "Wait─!"

(Whoosh)

Akira: ("T-the pace picked up all of a sudden!")

Rutile: "As expected of Mister Murr! But I won't lose─!"

Murr: "Ahaha! Faster, faster!"

Akira: ("Too fast, too fast...! How many kilometres per hour are we hitting?")

Murr: "Closing your eyes is a no-go, Master Sage! It's too early to be sleeping!"

Akira: ("Ah, he got me... No can do. I'll open them just a little...")

Akira: ("Whoa! Such a beautiful sunset...!")

Rutile: "Pretty, isn't it. It's as if the sky was set ablaze."

Akira: "Yeah... The whole city is bathed in orange hues, and it feels like you can touch the sun!"

Akira: ("So that's what a sunset looks like from the sky...")

Murr: "This is miles different from when you first rode on my broom, right, Master Sage? This time, we're having fun!"

Akira: ("He's right... Everything was a bit scary at the beginning. But now, I have trust in Murr and everyone else, because we are friends.")

Murr: "Hey, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Yes?"

Murr: "...Are you glad that you became friends with us?"

Akira: "Murr..."

Akira: ("Did he invite me because he noticed I wanted to become closer with everyone...?")

Rutile: "Come and hop on my broom next time, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Yes, by all means!"

Murr: "Let's see, who can I get to teach me new games tomorrow?"

Rutile: "Oh, how about the Northern Wizards? You might discover some interesting ones if you do!"

Murr: "I will! Sounds like fun!"

Akira: ("G-games of the North... Now those might be extreme...")

Murr: "Were ya nervous, back then, Master Sage? Or were ya excited?"

Akira: "Umm... Both, maybe?"

Murr: "Ahaha! That's the bestest feeling in the world!"

Anticipation and uneasiness link hands and dance wildly in my chest. I have a feeling that my days will continue with this everlasting touch of excitement.

No, I'm sure there will be more unusual affairs and wonderful events in the future. This feeling firmly settled within me, as I basked in the setting sun.

Relevant Conditions // Card Episode Story

(Murr's Room)

Akira: "Murr, what would you say is the best way to get along with you?"

Murr: "Do ya wanna be buddies, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Mhm. That's why I'd like to know if there's anything I can do..."

Murr: "I see. Then, I'll tell you!"

Akira: "I’m all ears!"

Murr: "The first thing you can do to get along with me, is play games! Games with me will get you super-duper excited! The more excited you are, the more we'll get along!"

Akira: "I see... Anything else?"

Murr: "You gotta know interesting stuff that I don't know of! If you have any stories about foreign games or strange creatures, I'd love to listen! Your world sounds like it's lots of fun!"

Akira: "Does that make you 'super-duper excited' as well?"

Murr: "You got it! I love that feeling!"

Akira: "Thank you, Murr, I'll keep that in mind."

Murr: "Ah! I forgot a real important thing!"

Akira: "Important?"

Murr: "Don't go imitating others! The way you are right now is best! That's the best way to become my friend. Don't forget that, Master Sage."

[littlefoxluna]

Update and Storytime

SO much for an early bedtime....

I haven't been writing much because my health as been up and down (Not COVID, pre-existing conditions). So I'm lacking spoons and my social circles have been shrinking due to life, health, and COVID. I'm still here and its been rough. So most of the health issues have been migraines and chronic pain (triggered by the weather as of late). Because of the migraines, my mental health is being affected, the migraines are taking away my online social life. COVID and life changing events have my rl social circles in a bad place.

SO STORYTME!

I didn't sleep well last night (being sat night) and finally wore down enough to fall asleep sometime before Bob came home. It's before one and it wasn't that bright out from what the cracks of light showing. Damian got me up about three times over this black mouse that Rayla was playing with and he needs to find it cause it got away. Considering the hallway was still dark due to the blackout currents, a mouse could look black with its dark winter fur in that type of lighting.

I'm like "Relax and go do something to calm down. If it was a mouse, it's not going to let you find it if Ray was playing with it." after him poking me once Bob got home. ''I'm going to nap some more because my body is still drained." So I applied if you need me, come and wake me (including the rules for the door if someone knocks as a reminder) rule.  I was dozing enough to hear him moving about downstairs in the living room, kept an ear out for anything out of the normal for his sounds. Because Damian is loud and has no quiet mode about himself or his movements, sneaky rouge, he is not. I will admit there are times he is quiet, prompting me to go check in on him.

It was close to two, things changed and because it was out of character. I get up to go investigate and find him trying to tear the room apart and moving things around for this mouse, having an anxiety attack. So I calm him down and told him he couldn't do this. Explaining this would only wear him out and cause him to crash hard if he spends the day looking for this mouse.

Then Damian explains that he was worried about the mouse's safety and wants to catch it, releasing it to the wild. Me respecting my son's concern for another life, sits him down, and has the nature talk with him. I make sure his intentions are very honorable and I respect his concern for other life, I've taught him well. I'm highly proud of him. I also explained that if the issues of a mouse infestation can cause if we don't take care of it right away. No lies, but being kind and honest.

Damian didn't realize fully mice were prey animals and was saddened by this news. However, he took it really well and gave me his response to it all.

Basically, he understands predators (hawks, snakes, wild cats.) need to survive and have to kill other animals for food sources. Rayla has us and doesn't need to kill the mouse for food, so killing it and letting it go to waste was a bad thing. Of curse, I had to explain that even though Rayla has us. She still has her predatory instincts because nature still has them wired into her. So animals like birds and mice are still prey to her and she must hunt them down. She doesn't think like us.

I stayed up for a bit, helped him with his lunch. He couldn't cook what he wanted yet. Breakfast was crackers, cereal, and a corndog he has stashed away. Felt exhausted after a bit, because migraines as of late have been fun.

Laid down to gather spoons again, not soon after Bill was up and about (4pm). Still not falling fast asleep and kept an ear out, even with Bill being up. That light dozing was soon disturbed because hello loud bass, my old friend. Yup, no more trying to pull myself out of exhaustion and did all of the precautions to prevent a migraine. However, my luck wasn't playing for an estimate of an hour with weird on and off again pauses. No, no, no it lasted till nine, non-stop. So thankfully, no migraines but overstimulated senses and an anxiety-ridden child over a mouse, enhanced by the bass. So where does this leave me? Bad anxiety attack to the point of me shaking because I was overstimulated. So while Bill and I decided to order out for ease, we sat downstairs where it was much quieter.

Between 9 and 9:30 we go up, then I start helping Tea with her webcomic. Trying to resize her picture so I wouldn't lose its quality. I have the knowledge on how to do it, I don't know my software that well to risk someone's project. Tea just got her software to draw and was still learning.

At some point when Bill slipped off and before Damian's bedtime, Damian comes up and meets me at the doorway to my bedroom (hail hydrate). He looks embarrassed as fuck, holds out his hand, and goes "I've found my mouse." It was a battery pack for an x-box 360 controller.

But wait there is more......

Around midnight, I think, I get off to start getting around for bed and I forgot to tell everyone about my exploits of today/yesterday (for those considering midnight the day changer). So I quickly tell Bob, Mike, and Bill. I didn't talk to Bob too much today due to our sleeping schedules and I didn't know how much Bill overheard. So I gave today's events in a nutshell. As soon as I was done texting Mike, a mouse ran into the room and stopped, tried to run out but smacked into the wall. Thus causing the cat to jump into action, sending the mouse to do a weird path to the bed and then beelined it to the door. It managed to escape, leaving Ray thinking it was still under the bed. During the event, I got Bill's attention, and once it fled the room, trying to redirect the cat to where the mouse went off to (it failed miserably, silly humans no nothing).

I turn to Bill and go "Damian knows nothing. I'm going to go hunt down the igloo traps." For some odd reason, in this area, those traps are hard to find. We can the crocodile ones really easily. So it was an easy find, not expensive or anything. However, for 10 dollars, they had catch and release ones that were reusable.  Thinking about how upset kiddo was over killing the mouse, catch and release ones were ordered. All we had on hand was the crocodile traps and I love my cat, I really do. But Ray is a dumbass at times and I didn't want to risk a vet bill or an upset Damian.

I'm pouring a drink after all of this. All of this was at two am and before writing this, I had to relax for a bit.

[purplesurveys]

990

survey by starsareonly2nd

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? No. Doesn’t sound like my type of city. I wouldn’t mind visiting the rest of Nevada though.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Just a cup of coffee; I skip breakfast except on Sundays, when we actually sit down at the dining table and eat as a family.

Do you have any loose change in your pocket? I don’t have any pockets right now but I do have very few coins in my wallet. I used to have plenty, but I’ve given most of them away because I usually give tips to the nice people who help me get out of parking spots.

Do you like Taylor Swift? I like some of her songs, especially the ones from 1989, but I have no idea why I just can’t get into her as a person.

What's your favorite Disney Channel movie? I haven’t tuned in to that channel for a very long time now, but the movies that I got the most excited about as a kid were Twitches, Wendy Wu, Camp Rock, The Cheetah Girls, and High School Musical 1 and 2.

If you met your favorite celebrity, would you be calm or star struck? I’d be starstruck in a calm way; like I’d most likely be too shocked to get more than a few words out. I’m sure I’d come off as shy or boring haha, which is why I’ve refused to meet or interact with my favorite celebrities even if I’ve already had the chance to.

Are there any lights on in the room you're in? I have a ceiling light and a desk lamp, but both are turned off. My only light source at the moment is my laptop screen.

What's your favorite subject in school? History.

What's your favorite holiday? My birthday, if that counts. Christmas can also be great but only for the food, the reunions with extended family, and the freedom to guiltlessly cut off contact with colleagues for a couple of weeks. All other aspects of it make me miserable though.

Do you ever have to do yard work? I’ve never had to do that before.

Is your school close to your house? I mean, it wasn’t a 10-minute walk away but it’s relatively close and driving to my university objectively doesn’t take too long unless there’s heavy traffic. If there’s absolutely no barriers I could get to school in 15-20 minutes, but this is really only just for weekends where I have to go to school for some reason. If there’s traffic (and there always is), I take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half.

Speaking of school, how did you get there today? I haven’t been to my school since the first week of March, and I’ve already graduated since then.

Do you think Bad Romance is a catchy song, or an annoying one? I can honestly tell you that I have genuinely never gotten sick of that song. It’s a late 2000s classic, man. Of course it was too explicit for my 11 year old ears when it first came out, but I found it catchy nonetheless.

Do you use perfect grammar online? I always try to be correct, yes. When I use improper grammar it’s usually because I’m joking.

Are you currently using a laptop? Yup.

Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? I haven’t used iTunes in a while and Spotify, which I do use, doesn’t work that way.

Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? I’ve never skipped her singles whenever I caught them on the radio and I’ve always fairly enjoyed the music she puts out, but I normally don’t voluntarily listen to her i.e. look up her songs myself on Spotify.

Is it a windy day? It is now that it’s nighttime, but it was a little humid all day today.

In the past week, have you ridden in a taxi? No. I’m not actually sure if that’s even already allowed...the possibility of public transport is still pretty murky where I live.

What shorthand do you use the most? I have no idea what this means. I did try looking it up but I dunno if I’ve ever had to use shorthand at any point in my life.

Do you ever wish on stars at night? Every now and then, but it’s just the little kid in me.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown. I feel like I answer this at least once a week.

What album is the current song you're listening to off of? Not listening to music but the last song I heard is from an album called Petals For Armor.

What are you doing after you finish this? Try not to cry/break down. Find something to watch on YouTube. Maybe play with Cooper to destress and forget about my problems for a bit.

In your opinion, what song is the most overplayed right now? Other than songs I occasionally put on repeat, I have not heard any new music for a while now.

Are you in a band? Nope, never been.

How clean is your bedroom? We just tidied it up and rearranged a few things last month so I’d say it’s clean - at least tidier than it used to be. And I’m a little proud that despite how rough life has been, I’ve managed to keep it clean. It’s the little things.

Is there a pen within reaching distance of you? Yeah, there’s one on my desk and I can easily reach out and grab it.

Are you sitting at a desk? I’ve moved to my bed for now. My back does not appreciate sitting at a desk all day.

Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? Female.

Do you normally shut your bedroom door before you go to sleep? Yesssssssss. We have a light source by the stairs that extends to the hallway and reaches my room, so it gets super annoying if my door is even just slightly ajar because my eyes get distracted by the faint light. My door has to be completely shut for me to feel comfortable in the privacy of my room.

Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? I haven’t. I loooove Lady Marmalade, but I’m just not sure if the movie itself is my cup of tea.

Would you ever dye your hair a different color? I’d love to have the chance to do that, yeah.

Are there any framed pictures in the room you're in? There are a couple.

Have you ever been to a Broadway show? Nope.

Do you watch So You Think You Can Dance? I don’t think so but I do remember watching a few episodes of Dancing with the Stars because a wrestler that I liked was one of the contestants for one season. I’m just not sure of SYTYCD also featured wrestlers in their shows; if that has been the case in the past- and I’m just not sure because my memory is a little hazy - I would’ve given it a watch.

What's your favorite movie soundtrack? The Twilight Saga churned out some bomb ass soundtracks. Other than that, I also enjoyed Interstellar’s and Requiem for a Dream’s.

Do you prefer group or individual work? Depends on what kind of work needs to be done. If a task is graphic design or video editing-heavy, I would prefer to work with other people; but if it’s gonna be heavy on something that’s already my forte, I like to work by myself.

Do you have a key to anything besides your house? Just my car.

Are you wearing anything with stripes? Not at the moment.

What time did you go to sleep last night? 9:45 I think? A little later than 10? Somewhere along that range.

Did anyone tell you you were beautiful today? No.

What show did you last watch? Friends.

Do you think you'll do anymore surveys today? I doubt it. This one is already quite longer than the surveys I usually take.

What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and cream; and more recently, chocolate chip cookie dough.

When was the last time you stayed home from school sick? Sometime in February last year. I developed a fever the night before but wasn’t able to start feeling better by the next morning, so I had to skip the one class I had that day.

Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? Yes. I’m actually planning to buy a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle; it’s one of the items I’ve put on my cart recently. Depressed Robyn is also spend-a-lot-of-money-on-artsy-craftsy-supplies-Robyn, so.

If you could run a red light and not get caught, would you? Hell no.

Do you like to listen to music as you do your homework? Not usually, but sometimes I’ll put on lo-fi since that’s the only kind of music I can listen to and still keep my focus.

Did you think Adam Lambert's AMA performance was really that controversial? I’ve never encountered it, but I doubt I’ll have a problem with it if I do get to watch the performance. I love Adam Lambert and I've never found myself shaking my head at whatever he’s doing.

Do any bands flat-out annoy you? They’re a boy band more than anything but The Vamps has consistently irritated me through the years.

Do you have a mirror in your bedroom? No. I used to, but I gave it to my sister.

Was today a birthday for any of your friends? I don’t think so. With all my social media being deactivated I never get notified about birthdays anymore, but I’m fairly sure none of my friends blow out their candles every October 22nd.

When was the last time you rode in a limo? I’ve never been in one.

Do you take naps daily? No. I can’t really do that anymore since I have an 8-hour shift on weekdays, lol.

Do you still make Christmas lists? No.

Do you watch the show Dexter? I tried getting into the show because it used to always be said in the same breath as Breaking Bad, but I never got invested. I heard later seasons sucked too, so that also turned me off from continuing to pursue the series.

What's the background on your phone? I have a motivational comic that says “You’re doing really well given the circumstances” as my lockscreen. Cooper smiling is my home screen.

When were/will you be a a sophomore in high school? That was six years ago.

Are you scared of any animals? Any flying insect or bug, and I find them scarier if they come with a loud buzz.

Have you ever been to any sort of convention? YouTube Fanfest, if that counts as one. I’m not really sure what counts as a convention haha, but that’s the closest thing I’ve got.

Which song did you last listen to on repeat? Why We Ever by Hayley Williams.

Where do you want to live when you grow up? I’ve stopped thinking about that for now. My focus has since shifted to asking myself if I’ll still even be alive in a few years...ugh, how far we’ve fallen.

Are you currently using a blanket? No. It’s not cold enough for a blanket yet, but maybe in a few hours.

Are there any songs that make you cry? A lot.

How many siblings do you have? Two.

What are you doing this weekend? I have no idea.

Do you prefer swimming at the beach or in a pool? BEEEEEEEEACH. Once I took my first dip in a beach, I never wanted to swim in a pool ever again.

When was the last time you had a haircut? March.

Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? Piano, saxophone, and violin. Can’t pick a favorite; I think they all sound beautiful.

Are you in band or chorus at your school? I was never in either.

Do you know what you want for Christmas? Yeah but they’re all intangible. I want to be happy, be at peace, normalcy, etc. I’ve stopped pining for presents, especially now that I can afford my own shit.

Do you watch fireworks on New Year's Eve? Always.

Is your birthday within the next three months? Nope. You’ll have to add three more months to that timeframe.

How long is the song you're listening to? No music.

Are you anticipating anything this week? I’m waiting for a couple of very specific emails to come in, and I hope they do before the week ends.

Is your mom or dad the older parent? My dad, but only by 8 months. They were born in the same year.

Have you taken the SATs yet? I never had to take them, but I heard they’re triiiiiiiicky.

Do you watch anything on E? We never had E! in our cable service but I like tuning into that channel whenever we stay at hotels because I get to watch KUWTK, hehe.

Are you going to get off the computer now that you've finished this? Most likely.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Well I’d love a ... gloomy, maybe a little sexy(?) first kiss/ making out one shot with Loki😀 I’m just picturing them alone while the other avengers are sleeping, room dark and only lit by the lights outside. Idk if you know what I mean 😄him towering over the reader, making them nervous. Please do your magic 😄💓🤟🏻 There were a lot of people to meet Pom and only 30 Minutes 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Little Mouse

Sleep is lost on you tonight.

However dramatic you might want it to seem but you know it's because of the espresso shot you had before your workout with Natasha in the evening.

Didn't even workout as much as you had that ugly poison go down your throat. Blech!

Turning over your bed only accumulates the frustration inside you before you sit up and grit your teeth at your own stupidity and punch your pillow.

"I'm never having that tasteless poison again," you grunt, your feet landing on the cold floor and walking across the space to open the door and walk out the room to find something that can take your mind off this self-inflicted madness.

The resident wing of the Avengers facility is silent at night with Friday guiding the dry-throats and sleep-walking souls with dim corridor lights to their destination while the soothing compound lights outside marked for the different pets everyone hides from Tony mark the green belt, walking strip and the driveway.

The lounge is barely lit in one corner when you cross it to the kitchenette to get yourself some orange juice and a bag of microwave-popcorn.

Might as well watch a movie I guess. Gosh! How does Mr Stark do it all the time?

"Y/N?"

Now as much as you love horror movies, you have openly admitted time and again about how easily you get scared and just like the monkey brains all humans are, they keep repeating the part of calling out your name through the eerie silence in the dead of the night with your back turned to them.

"Holy shh-irt balls! Peter how many TIMES!"

You turn around and watch him sitting on the dining table at the opposite end right where you'd come from. He responds with a guilt-ridden face while apologising.

"It's-" he looks down at his watch- "one-thirty. Shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

Pouring out the juice in your Brooklyn Nine-Nine themed mug instead of glass gets a raised brow form Peter before he sighs and mutters 'mood'.

"I could ask you the same thing."

He snorts his tiredness.

"I've been studying for my terms. It's all too much and my brain is turning to goo. If I don't get a good grade aunt May won't let me do the nightly neighborhood rounds anymore and Mr Stark will-"

"Definitely find out you went on the Blueberry mission," you both speak in unison.

Picking up the bowl and mug you walk over to the lounge and set them down on the coffee table.

"Come on, take a break. Watch a movie with me or take a nap. Worrying about it won't solve anyth-"

With the purpose of just diving into the fluffy sofa you let your butt free fall and feel it make impact with something cold and nothing like the material your butt is used to.

"What in the nine Kingdoms-"

The inner reflex forces you to stand back up- quite clumsily- watch the unfamiliarly Godlike figure of Loki sprawled on the sofa with a book in his hand, his eyes looking up at you with hot showers of pure judgement while his face does not bother to hide the disgruntled look on seeing you.

"Are you kidding me?" You spew flat in the God's face. "You do know there are colours other than black in this world, Loki. So that people don't mistake you for a couch."

The frustration increases tenfold inside your fully awake brain when Loki chooses to completely ignore you and go back to his book.

And you being the alleged daughter of the most stubborn person you've known, still decide to sit down right there.

"Scooch, black adder," you mutter as you wiggle your butt to dominate the space and bury yourself in the comfort of the sofa, finding your body's heat being siphoned off my Loki's a bit nice.

"Now," you hear Loki speak with a soft husk in his voice, "would you really like to sit so close to a snake?"

A slam of a book and Peter is standing up from the table. "Yup, I'm out. Off to sleep," he announces, walking away as he mutters, "I have read too many Merlin fanfics to know exactly where this is going."

Taking one cooked kernel and popping it in your mouth, you turn to face Loki. "I've been sleeping in the bedroom next to this snake every night, darling," you coo, this time taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it into your mouth as nearly half of them miss the target, "I thnnk hss fnngss rrr ffkk."

You know he has understood what gibberish just poured out of your mouth as you feel the surprisingly hard body shift behind you and sit up.

Ooh, I think I just poked the snake.

"This snake," his breathe right next to your ear plays the chords inside you with the tunes that are a bit too ethereal for your body to contemplate, "can slither through crevices you cannot even imagine, my sweet one."

Sweet mother of all things named pleasure.

Your teeth dig into your cheek to compose yourself as you dare to turn towards the shockingly magnificent green eyes looking at you with a vast of void in the middle.

"If by cervices," you whisper, your eyes looking up in some deep thought, "you mean the vents that you still don't know how to maneuver like Clint, I'd say yes, you're right. I cannot imagine. Ever."

The chuckle originating from your throat makes you throw your head back victoriously, never realising how the God sits there, stunned by the innocence dripping so shamelessly into the air. He wants you to be more careful around him, and yet he does not realise the lines he keeps crossing whenever he watches you so carefree in his company.

With one resolute thought in his mind, Loki moves quickly from behind you, forcing you down on the sofa while his own body towers over you as he his arms have now made a temporary lock on your either side while his wild hair teases your cheeks, reminding you with every passing second who you're dealing with.

"You're clearly forgetting snakes do not let their prey go away that easily."

The mischief glints in his eyes as it does on his lips which have risen from their favourite corner.

What this powerful being does not realise in time is that glimmer in your eyes as they land on his lips, the voids surrounded by the galactic y/e/c grow darker the further they take in his face.

"Well," he hears you sigh while feeling a twitch as your heated finger raises his chin, "as long as the prey isn't left disappointed..." You leave the words hanging in the air with a shrug and a smirk.

Now the lines between his furrowed brows look at you with a suspicious glare as you bite down your lip, raising his urge to simply wash away the lines holding him back.

"So..." He speaks slowly and softly as he balances his weight on his arms to let himself a little close to you, "will the prey like it if I...do this?"

All the giddy mischief bubbling inside you turns to rock and blows away in the wind the moment you feel his head dip down, his breath raising the sleeping tiny hairs on your exposed collar while his nose teases the nook between your shoulder and neck, wringing every muscle inside your body into one big ball of unexpected mush, never bring aware of the tiniest squeak of whimper that leaves your lips, catching the ears of the beasts quicker than wind.

"Did you say something?" Loki asks, masking his victory with plainness.

"Ahem-hm? N-no. Nothing."

"Really?" He mutters, his nose driving further up your neck, killing you slowly as every cell lit up in path, sending the reverberations down to your core, his breaths not helping at all when your leg is halfway to wrapping itself around Loki's thigh.

"You both do realise you have a room."

The third voice out of nowhere freezes the both of you.

Bucky, half asleep, brows furrowed, hair a mess, tired as he is, looking at the duo with utter confusion in his eyes. "You have two rooms."

Loki gets up, giving you room to sit up and let him plant himself next to you. He gives Bucky a 'you wanted something?' look, driving him to the kitchenette for a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

You sit there, playing with your fingers and hair, your heated face not knowing how to face Bucky- or Loki, for that matter.

Just as Bucky disappears around the corner, you pat away some invisible dust from your thighs. "I...I should go sleep."

You don't know why you sit there for the next five seconds till you feel coldness erupt like little flowers of the night blooming on your cheek.

"Goodnight, little mouse."

You don't face him.

You can't.

The unspeakable joy at what just happened shuts everything down, only letting you get up, walk down the corridor, open the door to your room, close it behind you, walk to the bed and throw your yourself over the bed, grabbing every single pillow on your bed to bring them all near your face as you bury yourself in them to scream something inaudible to the ears across the walls who want to know everything, making them chuckle with unadulterated joy.

[sakurai09]

This is a Shera and Voltron Rant that will most definitely have spoilers for both shows.

It is 4:30am, and I am unable to sleep through the injustice I am feeling right now. And I need to rant.

So apologies.

Let's get to it then.

Alright, so first of all, I mean no disrespect to anyone in the LGBTQIA+ (here forth LGBT...because I'm tired) community and to either of the shows Voltron or Shera.

I adore both of them with so much of my being, and honestly they have opened up the flood gates for future shows to be just as freaking A as these are.

My only problem (for lack of a better word) is with the actual LGBT representation they show in both TV shows.

Okay. Let's get down to brass tacks.

It's safe to say, Shera was more focused on the lesbian representation, what with there being a solid amount of lesbian couples on screen alongside the other relationships (I'm talking Spinerella and Netossa - such literal names, I love it! - the beginnings of Scorpia and Perfuma, and obviously the main character Adora and her love interest Catra) all canon and all amazing.

Now don't get me wrong, I love that the characters are real. In the fact that they aren't just tossed into the mix just because they are gay and have nothing else to offer. Like most shows have them.

Spinerella and Netossa are legit relationship goals, and Scorpia and Perfuma are just oh so cute with their friendship to something more thing. (this could be the start of something new!)

And the actual angst ridden amazing-ness of the entire arc that is Adora and Catra's relationship.

But hey, we're doing brass tacks here. So let's get to the grit of it.

In Shera, we've had a few seasons of a healthy onscreen lesbian relationships, and a kiss scene between two females. (just to put it out there once again, I mean no insult to anyone in the LGBT community, I am an asexual agender person myself, though that means nothing for this rant, I just don't want you to think I have anything against you beautiful beautiful people out there rocking it). So yes, the validity and representation for lesbians is real. And we deserve it soooooo badly.

And also, the gay representation with Bow's fathers'? I mean wow, hats off.

Now onto Voltron.

I absolutely adore the show, and it is no secret that I am a Klance fan. However, putting that aside. And taking off my "BL-coloured glasses" as many of my friends have so aptly told me (I love you, but you can fuck right off right now). I'm going to instead start on focusing on what is canon.

Comparing it to Shera (which I probably shouldn't now that I think about it, but fuck it I'm on a roll) I see little to no representation of a healthy gay relationship. Now, I don't expect their to be a heavy make out scene between two boys, or scenes between certain men that are similar in feelings/validity/representation to the scenes the creators have done with Shera (cough Klance cough) whatever. But I saw no intention of their ever really being an actual solid validation of a healthy gay relationship.

Sure Shiro is a gay man, and he is not a GAY man, we barely know a thing about him in that regards, and it was a bit of a shock to me when I first found out (I was a Shallura shipper, still am, but I just ADORE Adam and Curtis). It's hard to see him as anything but Shiro, let alone pinpoint him as "the gay one" as many tv shows seem to have done in the past.

But we find out he is gay, have an amazing representation for other younger (and older) gay people, (I mean come on, it's Shiro for goodness sakes! He's like God tier level, alongside Adora herself).

Only for our hopes to be dashed when we find out his Bae is dead? (#adamisnotdead! You can pry that shit from my cold, dead hands) and when we get some semblance of gay representation, it's shoved in a insert image at the end of the show where Shiro is marrying Curtis (which, again absolutely awesome - and Shiro most definitely has a type, I'm just saying).

Though I understand that Voltron was not focused on the characters and their sexualities (similar to Shera, they were both telling a story after all), and that this was not a show to actually push that boat forward (or at least to me it didn't seem like it that much, but this is just my opinion and I did love the fact that Shiro being gay was a part of his overall personality and am glad that this is the road we are now venturing on)

However, I, for one, am a little hurt for my beautiful gays out there. I wish we had more. More in normal TV shows and in cartoons that turn so popular. I know we're getting there! A lot of shows not have the represention! But I want more where the main character is gay, and that he's a character, not a GAY character. I want to be able to purchase the dvds, or stream the shows in the "normal" section, rather than in the LGBT section.

B99 has done this with Holt and Rosa. I can hear you say. But, that is one of the few that has done this! I desire more!

I want it to be so mainatream that saying your sexualities should be as blase as saying what starsign you are or what Hogwarts house you represent! (Hufflepuff baby!)

Okay, okay. I know what you're probably thinking. Voltron is catered to boys, whereas Shera is catered to girls. I get that, majority states that boys will watch shows where boys are the main character and visav for girls. (see; majority, not everyone. I have enough neices and nephews and have had literally babysat thousands of kids to see this happen all the time, so though it may not be every single kid, like hell is that possible, it's happened enough for it to be a thing).

But, my question is. Why is it so easy for TV to show two girls having an honest and healthy relationship where they kiss and hug and say their sweet 'I love you's (in a sexual or nonsexual way - I'm looking at you advert for a product that I will not name-shame, where you literally have two girls on a bed, in shorts and camis making out in their new home and only have two men looking at the camera with their heads tilted together), and boys instead get an argument where one man says he's going to leave the love of his life and then dies before his lover can apologise or whatever to him?

I don't understand why boys are treated like this.

I also don't understand why Voltron wasted so many seasons of bringing up Klance to its pedestal, only to force a rebound relationship on a wonderful boy who clearly got over the girl many seasons back. And for her to suddenly decide, yup, my entire life is in shambles, I was in a relationship with a man who betrayed me and then died horribly. So I'm obviously ready to get in to a relationship with the man who may or may not still like me, even after we've both been shown as much more mature and respectful of one another and neither of us have made any indication that we feel that way about one another anymore (or at all) until now, and I remember he really did seem to like me as an alien princess from his advances from the first season. So obviously he still likes me 7 seasons in.

Which apparently are sound enough for them to go on a date.

Only to fucking kill her off as well.

What I'm trying to get at, is that I expected more. And I am immensely happy that Shera did its thing. And I cannot wait for the next obsession to happen (don't fuck it up Dragon Prince, I adore Callum and Rayla! And all the other beautiful canon (and noncanon) couples in there!)

Good luck guys. You've got a lot to work on.

Fuck it. Its 5:30am. And I'm just going to go to bed.

SakuAi Out.

[azritesx3]

“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 3: It’s Not A Date

Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]

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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar, Mention of a new character, Mention of a previous relationship AN: Updated July 15, 2020 - Grammar, Minor story change

Rating: Teen Warning[s]: Swearing

Show Timeline: Season 2 after episode 11

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It was so...quiet.

You walked down the steps in LUX. No drinks were being served. No bodies were grinding up against each other on the dance floor. No one made out in the dark corners.

The only music that filled the empty space was a piano, which was being played by the only other soul in the room besides you.

“Lucifer.”

“Hello, K9.” He gave you a small smile and stopped playing, “I was just playing my goodbye tune.”

“Goodbye?” You looked at him, head tilted in puzzlement.

“Yes. It seems no amount of money will please that swine of a woman, and besides,” he lightly traced his fingertips over the keys, then smiles back up at you, “I've come to learn that ‘home’ is more than just a building.”

“Well, that's good,” you gave an over dramatic sigh, “but that totally ruins my thank you.”

Lucifer looked at you confused. You motioned for him to scoot over on the piano bench and sat down next to him, handing him a blue folder.

“What's this?”

“A certificate from the city. Stating that LUX is now a historic building and cannot be torn down under any circumstances.” You smiled.

“K9...” Lucifer was in complete bewilderment as he looked at the paper, “How did you…”

After a beat of him not continuing his question, you answered, “Well, I got the idea when you told me the little history quirks this place had. So, once I finished the case, I went to Chloe because I knew she had connections in that area. And,” you tapped on the paper, “presto!”

“K9...Thank you.” he smiled warmly at you.

“Yeah well, you should thank Chloe too.” You looked away from him slightly to try to stop the rising blush on your face, “Plus, I in no way can help you in getting the deed back from Eleanor. I mean,” you chuckled softly and looked back to him after cooling down, “I'm sure she'll sell it back to you now since she can't build her dumb mega mall, but definitely way above market value.”

“Of that I have no doubt, but K9,” Lucifer placed the folder down on the piano and turned his body towards you, “what did you mean by ‘this ruins my thank you’?”

“Oh, well, um,” you couldn't stop the blush this time, “I just felt like I had to properly thank you for that construction company.” You looked down at your lap in embarrassment, “I know it seems like a silly thing, but those guys really pulled through with my building. Once I hire some staff I can open up within two weeks, at most.”

“My dear K9,” you couldn't help but look back up at him at the sound of amusement in his voice, “if you wanted to find a proper way of thanking me you should have come to me, because I'm afraid this isn't it.”

“Um.” You looked back and forth between the discarded folder and the man next to you with wide eyes, “It isn't?”

“Nope! Afraid not!”, He gave the “p” in “nope” an extra pop. Lucifer was back in full form.

Oh boy.

“Now, I am in no way ungrateful for this gift, I assure you,” he placed a hand on the folder, “buuut,” he sang, “there is only one form of a ‘thank you’ that I will accept.” He smiled devilishly and leaned forward towards you.

“And...that is?”

“You.”

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“Um...you ok there Ms.?” Alice sits on your bed holding a cup of tea. You don't see it, but she looks more amused than concerned.

And why can't you see her expression? Because you're currently standing, with your back to her, in front of your closet staring at nothing for at least five minutes.

“Yup.” You continue to stare into the dark abyss of clothes, “Super.”

“You say this isn't a date, but you sure are stressing like a woman going on a date.”

“It's not a date, Ali!” You finally move your body to face Alice and give her a stern look.

“Uh-huh.” Alice just smiles up at you as she takes a sip of her tea.

“It's not, Alice. How many times do I have to tell you?” You start to feel a bit frustrated and turn back to your closet.

“Until I start believing it.”

“I only agreed to tonight to make sure he's good for Chloe.” You say to your closet.

Alice sighs and places her tea down on your nightstand, “Earth, stop using Chloe as an excuse. I think Lucifer really does-”

“NO!” You whirl on your sidekick, “He does not. He's a playboy nightclub owner who tries to get under everyone's skin!” Your nostrils flare, “And Chloe is not an excuse!” You point at Alice with one hand while the other balls into a fist, “You didn't hear what those two said about each other at court yesterday. They-” you slowly start to breathe in and out. Alice didn't deserve this, “they have...a connection.”

Good little Alice didn't yell or fight back. She just sat there and listened to your ranting with a serious expression on her face. No judgment. No eye-rolling.

She pats the spot next to her and you sit, “I have to make sure Chloe will be all right with him.” You say to the floor.

“Earth,” Alice wraps an arm around your shoulders, “You deserve to find that kind of connection too.”

“No, Alice. I've been through that before and you know what happened. I'm good with just worrying about you and Damien." You close your eyes and shake your head slightly, “I can't go through something like that again. Not when he still has so much damn power over me."

“But Lucifer might be able to-”

“No.”

Alice sighs. She knows that “no” means to stop talking about it. Against her better judgment, however, she will humor you, “So, what does this ‘connection’ between Chloe and Lucifer look like?”

You heard her, but didn't answer. Alice squeezes your shoulders after some time.

“Earth?” She whispers.

“Soulmates.” You chuckle, not happily, when the word escapes your mouth, “Something I don't even believe in, and there it is.” You visibly swallow, “They're the perfect example.”

“Maybe you're wrong. Maybe it's different.” You just shake your head in response.

Your phone pings on the nightstand. The sound was that of the text message alert you picked for Chloe. You stand up and walk over to your phone. Unlocking it and reading the message, you give Alice more of that pitiful chuckle.

“Still think it's different?” You hold up your phone screen to Alice so she can read Chloe's message:

I kissed him. KISSED him, and I didn't want to stop. How the hell am I going to face him tomorrow? :sweatingemoji:

“So,” you pull the phone away once you see Alice done, “you going to help me pick an outfit now?”

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“Uhhh,” you stuttered and moved away from him slightly, “excuse me?”

“Well someone has a dirty mind! Don’t worry darling, I don’t mean in that way. Well,” he followed you, making your attempt to escape for not, “unless you're up for that.” He stared deeply into your eyes and licked his lips.

You practically fell off the piano bench.

Lucifer laughed loudly, “Come come, my dear! I’ll stop now, I swear.” He grabbed your arm before you fell and pulled you back up.

“Yeah. Right.” You warily replied.

“I’m a man of my word, K9.” He smiled, then looked at you with interest, “Honestly K9, I had quite a fun time working with you on this case. What with both of us having the same wit,” he started counting off his fingers, “both becoming quite nauseated at the sight between Eric and Christi, and your impeccable knowledge on the correct height for a proper suicide jump.” His eyes sparkled, “Plus you have some fantastic dance moves, dear. Makes me wonder what other talents you have.”

You had no response to give the man. You were too focused on calming your heartbeat.

“So, here’s how I would like my favor repaid:” he continued, "let me take you out. I want to learn more about you, K9. Honest.” You looked at him, and you could see the honesty in his eyes. It made you feel more...comfortable.

“Well,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “alright. If that’s what you want.”

“Oh it is, very much so.” He smiled so brightly at you, “I will make sure it’s fun for you as well, my dear. I hear from the Detective, and that lovely assistant of yours, that you’ve been all work work work since arriving.”

“Well, you have to ‘work work work’ in order to survive.”

“For you humans yes, but last night I saw a woman who was just begging to let loose.��

“It has been an exhausting couple of months back…”

“Lovely!” Lucifer looked genuinely excited now, “It’s settled then! I’ll text you the details once I’ve made them.” You smiled and nodded.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

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“This is absolutely 100% bad.”

You can feel the anxiety building up in your stomach as you drive to LUX. As hard as you tried, you could not convince Lucifer to just send you the address to wherever he was taking you. He insisted that you arrive at LUX first, “Let me take you for a ride in my corvette! :winkieface: :devilemoji:”

The thought of spending an entire evening alone with Lucifer is anxiety-ridden enough, but now knowing you were also going to be stuck in a vehicle with him driving made it worse. You’ve heard the horror stories from Chloe.

Trying to calm yourself, you choose one of your favorite songs on your phone to play through the speaker. Focusing on singing to the song made the thoughts of tonight ease away.

Until you pull into the LUX parking garage, of course. You stop your car and hand the keys to the valet. The security guards let you skip ahead of the ever long line.

You stand at the top of the stairs with your hands on the railing. You scan the floor in search of Lucifer, but he was nowhere to be found within his crowd.

I’m here. You text him.

Wonderful! Come on up to my penthouse, dear! I’m almost done getting ready. The elevator is to the left from the entrance.

The first thought to cross your mind is how Lucifer is the first guy you met who takes longer than Damien to get ready. The second is the anxiety vomit that wants to burst its way out of you when he tells you to come up to his penthouse.

You swallow it down, though, and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress as you walk into the elevator and press the button to go up. You expected the ride to be longer, so when the elevator doors seem to open after less than a minute you squeak in surprise.

“Is that you, K9?” You hear Lucifer’s voice off in the distance as you exit the elevator.

“Um, yeah.” You say nervously.

“I’ll be done in just a minute! Make yourself at home!”

“Yeah, sure,” you whisper, mainly to yourself rather than to him. Your eyes widen in awe at the beauty of his penthouse.

The space is entirely sleek black, with pops of color from the furniture and small decor. The light that illuminated the space came from the huge private bar, an upside-down tree that hung from the ceiling, and a fire that was burning brightly in a far corner. To the left, Lucifer has an amazing looking library, and you have to physically imagine that you are superglued to the floor. Otherwise, you would have just ran over there and started reading. The bar is to your right, and under the upside tree stood another piano. In the middle of the space are some orange-colored, expensive-looking, couches with a coffee table and flat-screen tv.

You walk next to the piano and through the wall of windows you can see that Lucifer has a magnificent view of LA. You also see, to your right, Lucifer’s large bed covered in silky looking black sheets. There's no door separating the bedroom from the rest of the space. Instead, it's separated by an antique-looking wall on the left and an intricate colorful stained glass piece to the right.

Becoming braver, you take the step down into the living room. Around the corner of the antique wall, you can see that the balcony wraps around and spot a hot tub.

“Seriously? A hot tub too?”

“It’s my companions’ favorite feature when I bring them up here. Well, besides my bed of course.” You squeak again in surprise and spin on your heels to face Lucifer. He stood in the entryway to his bedroom and was smiling down at you.

“My my, you look positively stunning K9.” He continues to smile as he descends his bedroom steps. Adjusting his cufflinks, he looks you up and down. You're wearing a green, long sleeve, cocktail dress with a hollowed-out design. On your feet, you wear white sandal wedges with the same type of hollowed-out design. You can hear him make a delightful purring sound when he sees how your wedges made your legs look more toned.

“Um, thank you.” You aren't quite sure how to react, or how you are feeling at this moment.

“You’re welcome. Now come along, darling.” Lucifer pushes out his arm to you and you wrap your hand around it, “Let’s get to know each other!”

Lucifer leads you to his black corvette. Opening the passenger door for you he says to “get comfy” for it was an hour ride.

An hour. In a car. With him as the driver.

The seats are indeed comfy, but unfortunately they were doing nothing to calm your racing heart.

There's something else you notice about the car that was not helping your heart rate, “Um, Lucifer. Where are the seatbelts?”

He just smiles devilishly at you as he turns the car on, puts the car in reverse, quickly backs out of the parking space, and zooms out of his parking garage.

Fuck.

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"I told you that I'd make this fun for you as well, darling."

It has been fifteen minutes into the ride, and you are just now realizing that Lucifer has been following all traffic laws.

"Oh…" you slowly release your hold on the car seat and door, "Sorry…" you feel completely embarrassed.

"No worries, K9. I had a thought that you've heard about my incredible driving from the Detective, and since you are also a cop I figured you would be more comfortable following the silly laws."

"Laws are there for a reason, Lucifer."

"Ah yes, and the reason is to be broken!" Lucifer gives you a wink and a smile. You turn your head away so he can't see your small smile.

"What kind of music do you like, darling?" Lucifer asks you after giving you a moment to calm fully down.

"Hmm," you think for a minute, "honestly? Anything."

"Truly?" Lucifer looks curiously at you, "Even gospel? Rap? Bloody country? The music that's called my music?"

You chuckle, "If I listen to the song enough I usually tend to like it. Unless the lyrics make absolutely no sense."

"Surely you must have a favorite genre though?"

"Hmm," you tap your chin in thought, "guess it'd have to be alternative."

"Lovely!" Lucifer turns his radio on to an alternative/rock station. For the rest of the ride he sings and taps to the songs, and you tap and hum along with him.

You aren't comfortable enough to sing around him.

Not yet, anyway.

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The car ride ends when Lucifer pulls into some hotel's parking garage, and you give him a warning glare.

"We're not here for the hotel, sadly." Lucifer opens the car door for you and leads you by the small of your back.

"Then why are we here?"

"For the hotel's restaurant!" He leads you through the lobby of the hotel and through two huge glass double doors.

"Wow." You can't stop the amazement forming on your face at how beautiful this place is.

The restaurant's called "Openarie", and it lives up to its name. The structure is basically one giant greenhouse. Pots of various plants are hung on the ceiling and along the walls. Fairy lights light the space and the floor's pure concrete. Outside you see a dance floor with a small band on an elevated stage. There are a few couples out there swaying to the music.

"I take it I've done well?" Lucifer looks down at you with a shit-eating grin.

"Eh. So far." You just shrug and give him a sarcastic smile.

Both of you walk up to the booth and Lucifer gives his last name to the host. The host leads you two to a table seated for two, and thankfully there are no other parties around the table. Lucifer pulls out your chair for you to sit as the host puts the menus on the table.

"I take it since it's pretty busy in here and there's no one seated at the tables around us, you rented those out too?" You ask him, eyebrow raised, as you take a sip of water that your waitress puts down.

"Correct!" Lucifer gives you his devilish smile, "I wanted to make sure we weren't interrupted."

"More like overhead." You scuff, "Are you expecting me to tell you all my secrets?"

"Just the ones you're willing to share, darling."

You hum in response and look down at the menu while Lucifer orders some wine.

You look quizzically at the menu, "This looks like-"

"Shareable meals, yes." Lucifer smiles at your expression and takes a sip of the wine, "It's the theme of this place. People getting to know each other through shared food. Most of the time it goes well, hence the attachment to the hotel." His smile turns flirtatious.

"You actually did research for this?"

"That surprises you?"

"Well...yeah." Lucifer's smile turns small as he looks to his own menu.

Within a few minutes, the two of you manage to decide on an appetizer, meal, and dessert. Both of you engage in idle chatter while eating the appetizer, but once the main course arrives Lucifer wants to start asking those questions.

"So, my dear," Lucifer leans forward a bit and stares at you with interest, "tell me something about you."

"Before I do that I would like to talk to you about something." You place your napkin on your lap and have a bite of the food.

"Oooh, a twist! Alright then, K9." Lucifer does the same as you.

"What's your relationship with Chloe?"

Lucifer has to cover his mouth with a napkin to keep the food in from his laughter, "Well, aren't we the little overprotective friend?"

"Yes." You look at him seriously enough for his laughter to die, "I am."

"Alright. I'll answer your question, but first answer me this," Lucifer leans forward again, "Why?"

You pause, "Why?" When he nods you take a breath and look him in the eyes, "Because she's...my friend. Best friend."

"Yes, but you don't show this possessiveness with Ms. Green."

You sigh, "Because," you have to take another breath, "she's the first person to not fake anything with me. The first person not to lie to me. The first person…" you pause, "...who made me feel comfortable." You look at him now, "The first one to make me feel like it's ok to be myself."

Lucifer gives you a genuine smile, and his eyes are filled with no judgment. Just approval.

"Well then, we have another thing in common, K9."

You smile back at him. "Good. So how about an answer to my question?"

"It's quite simple, my dear." Lucifer takes a sip of wine, "She's my partner."

"But in what sense?" It's your turn to lean forward, pressing on, "How do you feel about her?"

"You sound like my therapist." Lucifer evades your question by taking a large sip of his drink.

"Look Lucifer," you intertwine your hands and place them on the table, "Chloe told me about the kiss." He's looking at you now, "I just want to make sure that she'll be ok. That she won't end up with another 'detective douche'."

Lucifer chuckles at the mention of his nickname for Dan, "What makes you think I'd be douche number two?"

"Well," you shrug and look up at the imaginary list in your head, "you're a player. You have a man, woman, both, or even multiple genders in your bed every night. You flirt with everyone. Oh and," you look back at him, "Chloe isn't someone who would appreciate getting dagger glares from another female while on a date."

"What makes you think she'd be getting glares from someone else while with me?"

"Because there's a tall blond woman who's been giving me daggers since we got here." You move your head in the direction behind him and drink your water. He turns a full 180 in his chair and says surprisingly:

"Mum?!"

You almost spit out your drink.

Did he just say mom?!

The woman smiles, finally being noticed, and saunters over to your table. She stops next to Lucifer's seat, "Hello, my son." She says with a fake surprise to her voice, "It truly is a small world my husband has created after all." She looks at you and sneers, "I'm Charlotte Richards, Lucifer's mother."

"Mother." Lucifer stands up and turns his body to her, blocking your view of his face, "Why are you here?" His question comes out as a hiss.

"I'm here for a company dinner."

"By yourself?" You speak up, and slightly regret it at the look she gives you.

"Most have left while others went to the dance floor." She says matter of factly.

Uh-huh. Your police senses start tingling.

"Well, if your companions have left then you should too." Lucifer says, "It's terribly embarrassing to be the only one at a table."

"I'm sorry, son!" She feigns ignorance, "Am I ruining your date?"

"This isn't a date." You say without thinking. She looks at you curiously with a raised brow, "I'm just...returning a favor."

"Yes," Lucifer says quietly. You think you see his shoulders slump slightly, but just mistake it.

The Goddess, however, sees the quick emotion of confusion slip past her son's eyes.

That's all she needs.

"I see. Well, I'm sorry to have interrupted." She smiles at you, "Goodbye." She gives Lucifer one final look before strutting out of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry about her." Lucifer sits back down.

"No worries. Protective mother, I presume?"

Lucifer scoffs and takes a sip of wine, "Hardly."

The trouble you see inside Lucifer is hurting you, for some reason. So to try and get rid of that cloud on him, you decide to start talking more about you instead of Chloe.

You aren't too worried about her with him anymore.

"Well, how about I actually start this favor." That perks him up, "What would you like to know?"

"Do you want to trade mothers?" You burst out into genuine laughter, and you can see it pleases Lucifer considerably. He's back.

"Unfortunately, for you, I don't have one."

"What?"

"I grew up in an orphanage. From there to various foster homes."

"You wouldn't consider any of those foster parents as parents?"

"Nope." You pop the "p" and drink your water.

Lucifer starts to continue his questioning, but pauses as the waitress gathers our eaten meal and places down our desert. Once she's out of earshot he continues:

"You have no knowledge of your real parents?"

You're quiet for a second, using the excuse to take a bite out of the chocolate cake, "Nope." No pop to the "p" this time.

Lucifer hums and takes a bite of the cake himself, "Why did you come back to LA?"

"Well," you give it a considerate thought, "I did miss Chloe a lot. Plus, even though I'm not too fond of children, I feel a bit guilty for not being here to help her out with Trixie."

"You despise children too?" Lucifer looks ecstatic, "I'm enjoying you more and more, K9."

You laugh, "Yes I don't like children and have no wish to birth any, but that doesn't mean I might not want to adopt or foster." You take another bite, "Since I know what it's like to have that kind of life and all. Plus," you point your fork at him, "I may 'despise' children, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't risk my life to save one. No one should die so young and innocent."

"Of course, and I agree." You just give him that "uh-huh I don't believe you" look while you chew on another bite.

"My next question is," he takes another bite, "why did you leave?"

Your fork pauses mid-air to your mouth. The memories whizzing by in front of your eyes.

"K9?" You're brought back to the present by Lucifer’s hand on yours. He looks fairly concerned.

"I'm sorry." You put the fork down and remove your hand from his, "That's too-"

"Private. It's quite alright dear." Lucifer gives you a warm smile, "I told you I only want to know what you're willing to give."

"Thank you." You smile back at him and you two finish the desert with Lucifer now asking "typical" get to know me questions.

What's your favorite color? Green. What's your favorite book and movie genre? Mystery, fiction, and fantasy for books. Musicals for movies. Don't like horror or thrillers? No, I don't like the feeling of my heart during those. Do you have any hobbies? I enjoy gardening and volunteering at animal shelters. Sounds boring. For you, yeah. Pet peeves? A man named Lucifer Morningstar. Haha, very funny. Thanks.

Dessert is now finished. Lucifer pays and tips the blushing waitress. You hear the band outside start to play a more upbeat tune, and can't help but stare.

"Would you like to dance, darling?" Lucifer smiles down at you and holds out his hand.

"Yes." You smile back and take his hand, "I would."

You two dance together until the band leaves for the night and head back to the corvette.

"Hey, Lucifer?" You look at him while he pulls out onto the road.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Drive." Lucifer smiles so brightly at you. He turns the radio full blast and drives without a care in the world.

This time you sing along with him.

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While Lucifer parks in his parking garage he manages to convince you to come up to the penthouse. There he gives you a glass of water, after failing to hand you whiskey instead, and you both sit on the Italian leather sofa. This time you're the one asking the typical get to know me questions.

What's your favorite color? Black. Yeah I really should have guessed that one. Quite. What's your favorite book and movie genre? Erratic books and porn. Uh-huh, do you have any hobbies--No, wait I think I know this one: watching porn, having sex, doing drugs, and drinking? You know me so well already K9, but you forgot about me helping the Detective on cases. That’s a job Lucifer, not a hobby. Is it? Hm. Any pet peeves? Humans blaming me for all their wrongdoing. What? Oh, that’s right. Your whole “devil” shtick. It’s not a shtick.

Once 2 am rolls around you decide it’s time to head home. You bid Lucifer farewell, and you might be going crazy from tiredness, but it looked like he wanted to say something to you. He says nothing, however, and bids you farewell as well.

As the elevator goes down to the garage you check your phone for the first time that night and see a bunch of text messages from Alice.

“It’s about time!” You decide to call her.

“Hello to you too, Ali.” The elevator doors open and you start the track to your car.

“Sooo, how’d your not-date go?”

“Honestly? Not bad.”

“You enjoyed yourself?”

“Yeah,” you smile to yourself, “Yeah. I did.”

“When’s the next not-date date?”

“There is no next time, Ali. This was just returning a favor.”

“Did it look like Lucifer enjoyed it?”

“Well-”

“Earth!” You're surprised to hear your name being called. You look over your shoulder and see Lucifer. He wasn’t running, but he was taking large strides towards you, and he was...smiling?

“Lucifer-” The heat behind you cut you off.

It’s like everything went into slow motion. You turn towards your car and see a bright white light and feel heat.

Very, very, hot heat.

You feel the fabric on your arms burn away as you cover your face. You drop your phone as you're pushed back into the air with huge force. You brace yourself to fall on concrete, but instead you hit a body. A toned body that holds you like wall support.

You chance a peek to the outside world, and all you can see before shutting them again is an arm in dark sleeves around you. The hand attached to the arm wore a familiar onyx ring.

Lucifer.

How did he...

But you couldn’t speak. Your throat's shut tight, and the only thing your brain can focus on right now is the pain happening over your entire body.

You can faintly hear Lucifer call out to you over the ringing of your ears.

You can feel Lucifer pick you up in his arms and run outside. You remember seeing more blinding lights, but this time of familiar colors, arrive around the nightclub.

Someone forced you out of Lucifer’s arms, and you can hear his panicked yelling as someone else pushed him back from you.

Then your world went dark.

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The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 10)

The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 9)

All too soon your alarm is going off and you moan and shut it off. You roll over and then stretch and get up. You yawn as you grab your phone, unplug it and head into the bathroom. You look down at your phone and see someone texted you.

You open the text to see: “Morning! Thought you might like to have these” then there was a series of pictures. You with Phantom, you with Amanda and Scarlett dancing as if it was taken from the deck, and one of you, Scarlett, Amanda, Aiden, Rich, and Martin dancing to Pretty woman and another of you six dancing to the Abba songs from last night. You don’t recognize the number and text back, “Thanks for the pictures of the fun afternoon and evening I had, but Who is this?”

A couple moments later you get a reply, “Who else, Lass? Lol.”

You grin and text back, “Graham?”

and a moment later you get, “😉 see you in a little while, Sweetheart.”

You giggle. He reminds you a lot of your dad. “You wonder if he misses his family. You feel bad he is always the odd duck in your group. Everyone is paired off except him.” You wonder what he thinks about when he sees all of you dancing happily. Does he dance with his woman when he sees her? You wonder what she is like, and what his family is like.

You get ready for work and re-braid your hair in a pair of French braids. You laugh when your 6am alarm goes off in the middle of the last braid, causing you to roll your eyes and let it make noise till your hands were freed from your hair.

You dig through your closet and put on a black t-shirt, your leather corset with the metal hooks and your tight black leather pants. You don your leather jacket and look at your jewelry. You put on a black choker with a sapphire stone on the front, then your set of sapphire studs your Dad gave you for your last birthday he celebrated with you before he had the heart attack.

You sigh and say, “I miss you Dad.” You head into the bathroom and put on your smokey eye makeup and dab on your ylang-ylang perfume oil. You grab your high heel boots and put them on then grab your phone and head out into the living area. You spot your messenger bag on the counter where Richard left it along with your keys.

You see a note from Aiden and Scarlett thanking you for letting them tag along yesterday and thanking you for the fun they had last night.

Aiden scribbled at the bottom of the note. “Haven’t seen Richard so goofy in a loooonnnnggg time! You’re amazing! Thanks for getting him to cut loose and have some fun for a change! =)”

You chuckle and tuck the note into your messenger bag. Digging in the fridge, you find something for breakfast and sit down by Richard’s flowers he gave you and you smile. You pull out your phone, take a selfie of you with the flowers from him and type, “Thinking of you, Sweet Cheeks! 😉 Have a good day at work, Love!”

He replies back, “Mornin’ Sunshine 😊! Same to you. Can’t wait to see you after work! Love you! Xoxo! -Rich”

You smile and look around the apartment. You wonder what the day holds for you today.

When you finish eating, you go and brush your teeth and apply some lip gloss, then head back to the kitchen. You notice a text and open it.

It’s from Graham. “Be there in a few minutes if you want to head down. I’ll meet you by the doors.”

You reply, “Ok, Pops, be there in a jiffy. 😉

You grab your stuff and head out, locking the door and skipping to the elevator. You wait for it and then ride it down to the ground floor. When you exit it, you see Graham waiting by the doors for you in leather chaps and Kevlar jacket. He grins and comes walking over.

“Morning, Sweetheart! You look spunky today! Ready to ride?’ he grins. You nod and he follows you outside. You look around confused. “Graham? Where’s the car?” you ask.

He grins and says, “No car today, Lass…” he points at the Harley Motorcycle and you let out a squeal. “Oh my GOSH!!! I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before!”

Graham chuckles and picks you up and sets you on the back seat. He shows you where to put your feet and hands you a helmet. “Here, put it on. It has a microphone and earpiece in it so we can hear each other talking.” He tells you.

You nod and put it on. He puts his on and gets on the bike. “Hang on to my waist tightly, Lass. You definitely do not want to fall off!” he tells you as he tilts the bike upright. You hug his waist tightly, making him chuckle again.

Graham starts up the bike and you jump. “Wow, they are loud!” you say grinning. He just nods and chuckles. “Ready?” he asks you.

“Yup,” you reply.

He puts it in gear and the two of you take off. You squeeze his waist as the bike lurches forward and you let out a squeak of surprise making Graham laugh.

“Oh my gosh! This is SO FUN!” you tell him after a little bit.

“I figured you’d like it. Your name suits you, Lass.” He says with a chuckle. “I had fun watching you all dancing last night. You are the first one to get Amanda out on the dance floor for more than one song since Martin met her!” he tells you. “She raved about you all the rest of the night, Martin told me when I got home.”

You laugh. “Well I had fun with her and Scarlet too! Graham, how come you don’t join us when we go dancing? You always are just standin by the railing, watching.” You ask.

He chuckles. “My dance partner is back home.” He replies. “I don’t need some asshole taking pictures of me dancing with a friend and twisting it into some kind of scandal to ruin my marriage and family.” He tells you. “My wife knows I love her to the moon and back, so do my kids and that I would never want to risk that. I told her about you and she says, “Welcome to the family. She said to tell you that you will always be welcome at our homes whether it’s in New Zealand, America or wherever I’m filming.” He tells you.

“Thanks, Graham… Do you miss them?” you ask.

He sighs and nods, “Aye, Lass, I miss ‘em. But they understand why I travel as much as I do. I try to keep a decent length of time between trips away so I can see my girls grow up. You remind me of my girls.” He tells you.

You give him a squeeze. “You remind me of my Dad. I miss him a lot. He died of a heart attack a few years ago and mom went shortly after.” You tell him. He reaches down and pats your hand and then puts his hand back on the handlebar.

“If ya want a substitute, I’m here for ya, Lass.” He tells you.

“Thanks Pops!” you say cheekily, earning a chuckle from him.

“Want me to drop you off at the studio or at your job.?” He asks when you realize you’re a few blocks from the studio.

“The studio please, I want to walk a little too.” You tell him. He nods and slows down. Pulling up along side the entrance to the studio, you get off the bike not seeing Richard standing by the gate grinning at how sexy you look on the back of a motorcycle.

You hand Graham the helmet. “Thanks for the fun ride, Pops.” You tell him with a smirk.

He grins, “Any time, Lass. See you later.” He tells you. You nod and he watches as you head to the corner, then cross the street. Your steps are in time to ‘Pretty Woman’ which suddenly pops into your head and you grin and happily walk to work, your braids swaying to the music in your head.

Graham chuckles and looks up to see Richard grinning and leaning against the entrance, watching you walk down the street.

Graham walks the bike up into the parking area, Richard following. “Nice bike!” he tells Graham, who chuckles.

“A friend owns it and lets me ride it whenever I want. Thought I’d pick her up on it and show her what a Harley Motorcycle is made of and why her folks named her after it.” He says grinning.

Richard raises an eyebrow. “Aww, don’t get all jealous, Rich. She thinks of me as her substitute dad!” he teases and gives Richard a friendly punch to the arm. “Come on. Let’s get going. The sooner we get recording, the sooner we can get outta here!”

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You happily strut down the sidewalk humming the song stuck in your head and arrive at the shop at 6:55am. You lean against the retaining wall by the front door, and look at the pictures Graham sent you.

You glance up when you see movement out of the corner of your eyes. It’s a sketchy looking person walking on the other side of the street. One that normally wouldn’t be up at this time of the morning. You frown and watch him walk down the street till he is out of your sight. You look back down to your phone and then hear a ‘click’ and look up to see Todd grinning at you.

“Morning Sweetheart! How was your weekend?” he asks as he holds the door open for you and lets you in.

“Morning Todd, it was a great weekend! Look! I got to pick out my guard dog!” you tell him. “His name is Phantom!” you say as you hold out your phone and show him the pictures Graham sent of you and the dog.

Todd chuckles. “He looks like a ball of black fluff! What kind of dog is he?” Todd asks.

“Um… Belgian Something. I can’t remember the names. He was a mix of two different Belgian breeds.” You tell him.

He chuckles. “Well he sure looks like he suits you.” he tells you. “So, when do you get him?” he asks.

“I have to go to training tonight after work and tomorrow after work to do the training and learn all his hand signals.” You explain. “So… I think either tomorrow night or sometime Wednesday.” You say.

He nods. “Well, he is welcome to be here with you. We’ll just have to find a spot for him to hang out in here, so he isn’t under foot.” He tells you.

You look around, wondering where Phantom will want to lie down. “What if we moved that chair by your desk and set a dog bed next to the desk? That way he can see what is going on in the kitchen without being in it and can see what is going on behind the counter without being underfoot. Plus, he will be near if anyone tries to hurt me or rob us.” you suggest.

Todd looks for a minute and chuckles. “You’re a smart little thing aren’t you! That’s a great idea! I will even give him a little salary for being the shop’s ‘guard dog’ when we’re open… how about that. Then he can be an employee too!” he chuckles.

“Really?” you ask.

Todd nods. “Sure, why not! I’ll get him a dog bed, and bowls and a few toys that he can play with if he wants when it’s slow, and some treats. That we’ll keep here for him.” He tells you.

You grin. “Thanks Todd!” you say.

The morning goes by fast for you and you’re busy making drinks today for customers. Your back is to the door as you make some cappuccinos for guests when you hear the familiar wolf whistle and giggling.

You turn and see Aiden, Graham, Scarlett and Richard all grinning and smiling at you. “Hi!” You say to them happily. “How’s work going?” you ask as you hand a customer their drinks and turn back to them.

They order their drinks from Todd and then come round and wait on the side of the counter for you to make the drinks. They tell you how work is going, and they ask how it’s going for you. “It’s been unusually busy this morning!” you tell them.

Graham chuckles, “That’s probably cuz word got out around the studio that there’s a hot chick working here, and they started filming a couple new movies on set.” He tells you.

“Ahhhh, well, I don’t know about the hot chick working here… but soon we’ll have a new employee. He starts on Thursday or Friday. We aren’t sure yet.” You smirk and Todd chuckles.

“Oh really? Can’t wait to meet him!” Graham says. “This is my favourite place to disappear into when it gets too hectic at the Studio.” He grins.

Richard laughs, “Well now I’ll know where to send the scouts when they are looking for you!” he teases.

“You mean the wargs?” Graham says giggling. “Don’t you dare send them here!”

Richard just laughs and shakes his head in amusement. “They’re about as relentless as PJ said the wargs were!” he replies.

You just laugh. “You guys have a good afternoon. I’ll see you after work so we can go train with Phantom.” You tell them as they head for the door. “Bye Love, see you later.” Rich says as he blows you a kiss and you blow him one back and wave.

The afternoon passes and you notice the same person throughout the afternoon walking back and forth on the other side of the street, that you saw in the morning. You frown.

“Todd, who is that person over there on the other side of the street? Do you recognize him?” you ask. He looks out and sees the person walk past on the other side of the street. The person is looking at the shops on your side of the street.

“No, Honey, I don’t recognize him, why?” he asks as he looks over at you as you wipe down the tables in the front of the store.

You suddenly get a bad feeling about the person. “Todd, he has been pacing back and forth outside since this morning. I passed him on my way to work!” you tell him. He walks by about once every half hour.” You tell him.

He frowns. “He’s casing the area lookin’ for something… or someone…” he says. “I’m gonna call Alex and have him come talk to the guy and find out what he is doing here.” He tells you and grabs the phone.

A few minutes later, Alex comes in and talks with the two of you. You tell him what you’ve been seeing and give Alex a description of the guy. You tell Alex he comes by about once every half hour and has been doing so since at least 6:30am. You tell him the guy is creeping you out and making you uncomfortable.

Alex tells you he’ll have a plain clothes officer sit and wait for him and go talk to the guy to see who he is and what he is doing. You thank him and he heads out.

An hour later the plain clothes officer comes in and says they talked to the guy. “He is the one who bailed out your ex. One of their friends said he saw you at a local bar last night dancing with a guy and told your ex. He said your ex was livid and he was sent to find out where you were and deliver a message. ‘Get away from that guy you danced with at the bar, or you’ll be sorry.’ He apparently still thinks you’re his.” The officer tells you. We arrested this guy for harassment and he’ll probably be out on bail by tonight. He tells you.

You look at him with wide, glassy eyes and head back to the kitchen. Todd thanks the officer and the officer tells him that Alex assigned more officers to patrol the area today to make sure your ex and his men leave you alone for the day.

Todd goes back and tries to calm you down. “You’re safe in here Harley. I won’t let them harm you if I can help it. I still pack heat on me at all times, and have one under the counter in a holster as well.” He tells you. “From now on, though, I think you should have one of your male friends escort you to and from work until you get Phantom.” He tells you.

You’re trembling and ask, “What about Richard? My ex threatened to hurt him if I don’t stay away from him! This was why I was reluctant to get involved with anyone!” you cry.

“Let him know, Sweetheart, and let him decide how he wants to handle it. If he wants added security, he can jolly well afford it. Ok?” Let me make you something to drink and have something to eat.” He tells you.

You take your break and text Graham.

“Graham, I don’t know what to do! The guy that bailed out my ex has been spotted pacing back and forth in front of my job all day. He saw me coming to work and every half hour has walked past the shop since then!

Todd called the cops and they came and talked to the guy. He told them my ex sent him to deliver a message. to ‘Stay away from the guy you were dancing with last night, or you’ll be sorry!’

He told the officer, that was the message, and that it was for me. Someone they knew saw me dancing last night with Richard and told my ex, who apparently got irate. What are we going to do?!? I’m scared!”

He replied right away. “I showed Rich your message. He’s pissed, but don’t worry about him, he can take care of himself. YOU be safe. We’ll talk about it after work. What does the guy look like so we can let the gate guard know at the studio?”

You send Graham a description of the man you’ve been seeing all day and also the pic of your ex from Christmas and tell him who the picture is of.

Graham replies that they will come pick you up in front of the shop after work. “Sorry, Sweetheart, no more walkin’ to work by yerself till you have Phantom with you. What time are ya done today?” He texts you.

You ask Todd what time you’re done today and he tells you that you can head out at 4pm or whenever your friends are done.

You message Graham back, “I’m done at 4 but can stay and work till you guys are done.”

He messages back, “We’re done at 5:30. Stay there until we come get you!” he texts back.

“Ok, Pops!” you message back, “Thank you!”

“No problem, Kiddo. See you then! Be safe! <3” you receive back.

“Todd, they are done at 5:30 and will come get me after that.” You tell him.

“Ok, Sweetheart. No problem.” Why don’t you take tomorrow off and finish up your training with Phantom and spend the day letting him get used to you and your friends? Maybe you being gone from here for a couple of days will deter your ex’s spies from hanging around.” He tells you.

You look down at the floor. “Ok. I’m so sorry it’s been such drama since you hired me. I don’t like this any more than you do.” You apologize.

He comes over and tilts your chin up to look at him. “Sweetheart, you didn’t ask for any of this. I understand that and am not upset with you. I just know how these guys think and operate. Take a few days and just disappear for a while. Stay with someone who makes you feel safe, don’t go out in public if you can help it and just lay low. Let your trail go cold and it’ll make it tougher for them to find you.

You keep seeing that Richard, though, don’t let him slip away! He seems like a great guy for you. I can tell by the way he looks at you that he absolutely adores you.” Todd says with a grin.

You nod. “He does. He treats me like a precious treasure.” You say quietly.

“And that you are, Harley. Not just to him, but to me, to Alex and to all your friends! You are not alone in this fight, Sweetheart. We’re here and we got your back. Just keep me or Alex informed about your whereabouts so if we spot him or any of his lackeys, we can let you know.” he tells you.

“Ok, Todd. Thanks.” You tell him.

“Now how about you take the tub and a dishcloth and go see if you can find where our guests have hidden the dishes in the bookstore?” he tells you, making you chuckle. You nod and head back to the sink, then head into the bookstore.

The rest of the day at work goes by uneventfully and before you know it, Richard and Graham are pulling up in Richard’s BMW. You’re sitting at the table and see them pull up. You holler to Todd that you’re heading out and that Richard and Graham are here to get you.

He hollers back, “Ok, Harley, see you on Thursday with Phantom! If anything changes or if you have any other problems let me or Alex know!” he tells you and you tell him, you will.

You grab your coffee and adjust your messenger bag and head out to the car. “No motorcycle?” you ask.

Graham chuckles. “We’ll do that when we head home, Sweetie.” He says and pats you on the shoulder. “How ya holdin’ up?” he asks.

You sigh. “I’m scared. I didn’t want to put other people in danger and that was why I was so hesitant to get involved with anyone. I knew he’d pull something like this.” You tell them. “He is incredibly possessive and despite him dumping me at Christmas, he apparently thinks he can just have me back as a fuck toy now.” you say and drop your head as a few tears run down your cheeks.

Graham looks up at Richard and sees his jaw set and his knuckles white on the wheel. “Well, that ain’t gonna happen, Lass. He’ll have to tangle with all of us and yer dog before he’ll be layin’ a hand on you!” Graham assures you. “You’ll never, be his ever again.” He tells you and gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“But what about you Rich?” you say scared.

“Don’t worry about me, Sweetheart, between all the fight training, sword training and such for the different movies I’ve been in, I think I can handle protecting myself pretty darn well. He or his buddies try anything, your officer friends will be receiving a call and a beaten up person to arrest. Our gate guards have the photo of your ex, and a description of his accomplice so they won’t be allowed anywhere near the property.

My home is secure and so is yours. So, don’t worry, Love. They have a lot of people to deal with should they try to hurt you.” He tells you and puts a hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

You nod. “Thank you, both.” You say. “Todd suggested I take tomorrow and Wednesday off and just disappear for a while and lay low with people who make me feel safe, so my ex and his accomplices can’t track me. He said if they don’t see me showing up at work, they will leave and go look elsewhere for me. Tod said to keep him, or Alex informed where I decide to disappear to, and they will keep me posted if they see or hear anything.” You tell them.

Richard grins. “Good!” you look at him confused.

He chuckles, “I have tomorrow off from work, the scenes they are recording tomorrow don’t involve my character, so I don’t need to be there. We can go disappear for the day and find something fun to do.” He tells you.

You grin. “Todd suggested seeing if I could complete the training tomorrow morning and then take the rest of the day to just spend time getting used to Phantom and having him get used to me and my friends.” You tell him.

Richard smiles and nods. “That we can do.” He tells you as he pulls into the driveway of Mark’s place. Graham and Richard get out of the BMW and Graham helps you out. “Thanks, Pops.” You tease him, earning a smile and a quick hug from him.

You three head up into the yard and Mark comes out and meets you. “Hi Harley, Richard, Graham! You ready to start the training?” he asks.

You nod. “Mark, would I be able to come out here tomorrow morning to finish the training? My ex is sending his lackeys to stalk and harass me now and one showed up at my job this morning to give me a message from my ex, that was a threat. My boss gave me the day off so I could get the training done and get used to Phantom for a couple days before I go back to work with him.” You explain.

He nods. “Of course! We can do that! Hopefully having Phantom around will deter them from doing that anymore.” He tells you. “Regardless, though Phantom will be able to sense that kind of intent and will alert you to it.” He tells you. “Come on, let’s get started.”

The four of you head to the barn and as soon as Phantom hears your voice, he is at the gate of his kennel whining quietly and wagging his tail like a propeller on a plane. Richard laughs at the sight. “He’s not excited to see you, not at all, Harley!” he tells you.

Graham nudges him and teases, “Rich, that’s how you look when you see her!”

Richard rolls his eyes at Graham. “Do not.” He grumbles and folds his arms across his chest. Making graham laugh, “Do too!” and Richard rolls his eyes.

You chuckle at their bantering back and forth. “do too” you think.

Mark walks over and opens the gate for Phantom and the dog just wiggles and can’t wait to have your attention. He gives Phantom the sign to ‘sit’ and the dog sits, but his tail doesn’t stop wagging a mile a minute, which makes his butt wiggle. You laugh and squat down and smush his face and pet him and talk to him for a minute to assure him you were back for him. He is excitedly licking your face and hands and giving you soft ‘wuffs’ and whimpers back.

You are giggling at his reaction to seeing you and Mark chuckles. “He whined for a good hour after you left!” he tells you. “I think he thought you weren’t coming back!” he says with a grin then hands you the leash after hooking it to Phantom’s harness.

He teaches you the sign for ‘come’ and Phantom follows you right at your side. “He will always put himself between you and the street or you and whatever he may consider a potential threat.” Mark tells you.

Then he teaches you the sign for ‘sit’. You make the sign and Phantom sits. Mark hands you a treat to give to the dog. “Don’t give him treats all the time, petting him and praising him work just as well.”

One by one he teaches you the signs for the different commands. You all walk out into the field and he puts the practice service vest on Phantom and then has you go through the different commands in various orders to help you memorize them. Once you have them all down, and Richard does too by this point, then Mark has his assistant put on the padded armor again and he teaches you the different commands for attack.

Mark calls Richard and Graham over to learn these as well. “We teach the dogs the attack signals in both verbal and hand gestures. He will respond to either of them. We found a dictionary for Khuzdul from Middle Earth, (my favourite book series) online and chose to use that for the words since there are so few who know or understand their meaning. Forgive us if we got some of it wrong. He tells Richard and Graham with a smirk.

Mark taught you the words and hand symbols for each attack command and when Phantom heard the words, he did what they commanded.

“HRESTVOG!” means DESTORY! (which we use instead of Attack.)

“ETZIL!” means STOP!

“THORV!” means SHIELD!

“HEFTHYN!” means GUARD!

Phantom will shield you with his body by getting up on his hind legs if you were standing and he’d lean against you as he put himself between you and the attacker or danger.

He’d stand over the top of you if you were on the ground (injured).

If you told him to guard something, he would not let anyone but you near it unless they knew the word for STOP.

When he’d hear the word for destroy, he’d attack whatever you indicated with no mercy until you or someone knowing the word for stop told him to.

Over and over, Mark focused on this part of the training, explaining it was necessary for you, so you’d remember the proper words if you were in a panic or fight/flight response. You needed to be able to recall the commands if you were stressed, scared or upset. You nodded.

Finally, it was getting close to supper time and Mark called it a day for you. “Come back tomorrow and we’ll work on this and some other commands for you.” He tells you.

You thank him and he hands you a sheet with the words and pictures of how to do the hand symbols so you could practice.

He takes off the service vest from Phantom and lets him run and play for a few minutes with you. Then you signal for him to ‘come’ and he follow you off lead all the way to the barn. You pet him and tell him he’s a good dog and he thumps his tail on the floor and gives you a soft “wuff” and licks your face.

Mark signals him to ‘go’ and points to the kennel and Phantom looks at you sadly and heads for the kennel, whining. “Awww!” you say. “It’s ok, Phantom, I’ll be back for you tomorrow, ok?” you tell him. He wags his tail and licks your hand through the fencing. You stand and move over to Richard and Graham. They chuckle as Phantom looks at you with his sad puppy dog eyes and whines quietly.

“Ready to go, Lass?” Graham asks.

You nod.

You thank Mark for the training and put the sheet he gave you in your bag. The three of you head to the car and Graham helps you in then gets in the back seat. Richard gets in the front and starts the car. He backs out and the three of you are off back into town.

You’re quiet for a while and just trying to absorb all you learned. The two men grin when they see you practicing and mumbling the different commands trying to remember them with out pulling out the sheet to look.

After about 10 minutes, Richard asks, “You hungry, Sweetheart?”

You shrug. ‘Not really. I don’t eat much when I get stressed.” you reply.

He puts his hand on your leg. “You need something in your stomach, Honey, or it’ll be growling at you all night.” He teases, trying to get a smile out of you.

You sigh, “I know, Rich. I’m just nervous, with my ex and his cronies on the loose. I don’t know any self defense except to kick a guy in the shins and the nuts.” You tell them, making them both wince and giggle.

“Well, that’s a start, Sweetheart.” Graham tells you.

“Maybe I’ll do some research on self defense and see what’s available.” You mutter to yourself.

“It wouldn’t hurt, Lass.” Graham encourages you.

“In Israel, both men and women serve in their army.” Richard tells you, “They came up with a special self defense for the women to be trained in so that if they are attacked or targeted for rape, they could defend themselves and get away to safety. The methods they used are banned in the competitive self-defense courses and competitions because of the potential to kill the attacker.” I would suggest you learn that one, Sweetheart. If it’s good enough for a country’s women military personnel, then it’s what I’d like to see you learn.” Richard tells you.

“What is it called?” you ask him.

“If I remember right it is called, Krav Maga”. He tells you.

You search for it on your phone’s internet and pull up a video demonstration of it. You and Graham watch it and a few others you found. He chuckles when he sees you watching one video of a girl like you being attacked by three big guys his size and the girl takes all three down in a matter of seconds!

“What do ya think of that, Harley?” he asks, grinning mischievously.

Your eyes light up and you grin impishly. “Ooohh! I’d love to be able to do that! I don’t know if I’d actually be able to, but I sure would like to try it!” you say with an impish smirk.

Richard just grins. “I’d love to see you do that, Love. Just don’t use it on me!” he says with a chuckle.

“The only way I’d be using it on you, Hun, is if you were winning in a tickle fight or I was practicing the techniques at half speed.” You tell him.

Graham just laughs when he sees the astonished look on Richard’s face.

You look at Richard from your phone and smirk. “You know I’m teasing, Hun. I’d never use it on you… unless you want me to…” you grin.

He reaches over and ruffles your head, forgetting you had braids in so there wasn’t much to ruffle. Making you all laugh.

The three of you arrive back at the Studio. Graham gets out and leans down at you. “I got some steaks in the fridge thawing, so I think I’ll head home. You two go get some food and have a good evening….and behave yourselves!” he tells you both sternly and then winks at you.”

You giggle and reply, “You got it, Pops!” he chuckles and pats your arm. “See you two love birds later.” He says and heads over to the gate and the guard lets him in.

A moment later you hear him start up the bike and you watch him head out. You look over at Richard and he is smiling at you. “Did you have fun riding on Graham’s friend’s bike?” he asked.

You get a big grin on your face and nod. “Now I see why Mom and Dad named me after it!” you giggle. “Dad would’ve loved that bike. Graham reminds me a lot of Dad.” You say. “I miss my Dad, but I’m glad Graham’s around and I have you and the rest of the group.” You tell him.

Just then your stomach growls. “I suppose I should feed it before it tries to eat me from the inside out again.” You giggle.

Richard smirks. And takes your hand and kisses it. “Let’s go back to my place and I’ll make you supper and we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.” He tells you.

You nod and he starts to head home. “Oh! Can we stop somewhere so I can pick up a couple of things? Since I’m at the mercy of those driving me and I don’t always seem to make it home at night, I need to pick up a few things to keep in my bag.” You tease him.

He grins and nods. Pulling into a pharmacy, he parks and helps you out of the car. The two of you head in and you look around. He tells you he’s gonna go look at some stuff and let you shop. “I’ll meet you at the cash register when you’re ready.” He says with a kiss. You nod and he walks off.

You look at the makeup and pick out a black eyeliner, waterproof mascara, a small bottle of eye makeup remover, a small pack of round cotton pads, and a small grey palette of eye shadow.

Then you go to the travel section and find a collapsible hairbrush and a comb, a toothbrush and toothpaste. You find a travel pack of small containers in a heavy-duty plastic travel bag and toss it in the basket.

You smile when you find your hair oil there and grab that too. You grab a pack of hairpins, and hair ties as well and a pretty hair claw clip. You find a travel size deodorant and toss it in the bag and try to remember if there was anything else on your list.

You can’t think of anything, so you head over to the cashier. You wait in line and Richard joins you. He chuckles as he sees what’s in your basket. You move up to the cashier and set the basket on the counter. Rich hands you the keys to the car and says, “Let me get this, Sweetheart, how about you head out and get the car started for me?”

You shrug and take the keys. You head out and stand outside amazed by the beautiful sunset. Standing off to the side of the doors you happily lean against the warm concrete wall and enjoy the riot of colors.

Richard pays for the stuff in your basket. Once it’s all paid for, he takes your bag and heads out only to find you leaning against the wall of the building, with a contented look on your face as you gaze off to your right. He glances over to see what you’re looking at and smiles at the breath-taking sunset.

He moves up next to you and puts an arm over your shoulder. “It’s a beautiful sunset tonight.” He tells you.

You nod. “Yeah. I thought I’d just stand here and enjoy it till you came out to the car.” You said as you turned and smiled up at him. He looks down at you and gives you a peck on the cheek. “Here are your purchases, my lady.” He says cheekily as he bows and hands you your bag.

“Oooh, thank you kind sir!” you reply putting a hand on your chest, and grin up at him as you take the bag. He chuckles and goes to open the door for you after you hand him the keys.

He helps you in, then gets in and starts the car. The two of you head to his place and when you get inside, he heads up to his room. “I’ll be down in a minute. I gotta get out of these and into something more comfortable.” He tells you.

You head over to the living room, take your jacket off and and dump your stuff out on the coffee table. You open the packages and toss the wrappers into the plastic bag and put your toiletries into the heavy duty zipper bag, then you put your makeup in the bag, as well as the hairpins, hair ties and toothbrush and toothpaste. You toss that travel bag into your black messenger bag and then put the hairbrush and comb in one of the pockets and carefully poured some hair oil into one of the containers and sealed it, then poured the make up remover into another one. You sealed that one too. Then you stuffed the rest of your purchases into your bag and went to the kitchen with the two travel bottles of liquid, and the plastic bag of garbage. You tossed the garbage in the trash bin and then put the travel bottles in small zip bags you found in one of the drawers.

You heard Richard coming back down the stairs and you giggled to see him in just his sweatpants. He grins and grabs you on your way into the living room. He takes you in his arms and gives you a hug. “Will you stay here with me tonight?” he asks in his velvety smooth baritone voice.

“As long as you behave.” You tease. He gives you his Guy of Gisborne smirk and ever so slightly raises an eyebrow at you; making you giggle and run into the living room to put your bottles in the black messenger bag.

Richard sneaks up behind you and wraps an arm around your middle, then takes his other hand and starts to pull your corset strings loose. “Richard!” you exclaim trying to turn around to face him. “What are you doing?” you say laughing as you try to squirm out of his arm. He holds you tight, pinning your side against him, and he leans down to your ear.

“I’m helping you get more comfortable, Love. We’re not going anywhere else tonight and I’m not opening that door for anyone but a cop.” He tells you.

You look up and sigh, “All right, Richard.” You reply and stop squirming. He kisses your ear and neck and shoulder. “That’s my girl.” He tells you as he loosens the laces. Once they are hanging loose, he gently turns you so your back is against his chest and he uses his hand that had been holding you against him to flip the hooks open on the front of the corset, one… by… one… as he peppers your neck with kisses and his hand caresses your side.

When the last hook opens, he gently takes the corset and slips it off of you and sets it on the side chair along with your messenger bag and coat.

He holds you now, finally feeling your body against his without the corset. He revels in how soft you are and how wonderful you feel. “Are you comfortable now?” he asks.

You giggle. “Well, I’d be more comfort able if these boots were off.” You reply.

He grins and picks you up and lays you down on the couch and picks up your foot and grabs the zipper on your boot and oh so slowly unzips your knee high boots, kissing the now exposed skin of your leg where the cut outs were in the leather, as the boot falls away. When he gets to your ankle, he pulls the boot off and moves to your other leg and repeats the process of unzipping the zipper and kissing the exposed skin.

Once both boots are off, he massages your feet, earning some tantalizing moans from you. “Oh, God! Rich! I don’t remember the last time someone massaged my feet like that! You’re gonna melt me like butter doing that!” you tell him, earning a deep, rumbling, chuckle from him.

“Now, you lay here and relax, and I’m gonna go make us some supper. Let Scarlett know what happened this afternoon if you haven’t already and tell her you’re with me and we are ‘disappearing’ for the evening, to not contact us unless it’s an emergency.” He instructs you.

You nod and he gets up and kisses your forehead, then goes to the kitchen and washes his hands then starts to make supper.

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