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Custom Velcro Embroidered Slide Slippers - Personalized & Full-Color Designs
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♚ // Face Claim
Full name Face Claim: Kang Yeosang
Group/Band/Occupation: Ateez
Nationality: Korean
Faceclaim age: 24 years old
♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: “I walk around like everything’s fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.”
Full name character: Kang Yeosang
Nickname: Sangie (Mostly only his parents call him this)
Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): A small cloud city
Age: 24 years old
Date of Birth: June 15, 1999
Gender: Non-binary
Preferred Pronouns: He/They
Race: Cloudling
Sexual Orientation: Gay
What languages does your character speak?: Korean, Stilted English
What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it: Yeosang often visited the Human realm with his friends to explore different cities and experience what the other areas in the Earthly realm have to offer. Korea, in particular, was a country they often went to mainly because their cloud city was just above it.
♚ // Character ; Appearance
Skin Color: Fair (with a slightly purple sheen)
Eye color: Gray / Light Blue
Scars: A red-ish birthmark by his left eye, near his temple (he usually covers it up when he goes out)
Piercings: N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Hair color: Dark Brown (But changes depending on his moods and thoughts)
Abnormalities: His hair takes on the form of clouds, and sometimes even has tiny imaginary birds or an air balloon floating by. He also has a little bit of a lisp.
Transformed form: Yeosang’s cloud form looks like a standard cloud, though he does like taking on the shape of different animals (if the weather allows) in the hopes that people point him out and take photos of him
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits: Extroverted, Loyal, Sensitive, Possessive, Curious, and Persistent
Likes: Soft plushies, hot milk, thick comforters, cute hair clips, and printed photos
Dislikes: Mirrored windows, tall skyscrapers, beaches, the dark, and velcro
Manias: None
Phobias: Enclosed spaces
Animal: Panda
Religion: N/A
Favorite song: A journey – Wonpil (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gR8kqgv9oc)
Vice: Greed
Virtue: Kindness
Personality Description:
Yeosang is very happy-go-lucky, taking on life with the thought that “everything has a reason” and not really planning much for the future. He’s very friendly and is the type to make small talk with people, barreling past all social queues when it comes to “topics you shouldn’t talk about with strangers” and “things you shouldn’t do to people you just met.”
One thing about him is that he never means any harm. He’s very much unaware that good intent doesn’t matter if it results in a bad impact. Yeosang’s the type to do what he thinks would help others, oftentimes forgetting to consider what the person involved would actually want and simply steamrolling over them. He’s definitely learning, though, and looks at the world with eyes full of wonder and curiosity.
Plus, Yeosang doesn’t really know the privilege he has, not really aware that he can only live life like this because he’s provided for by his family, who much prefers to live in their cloud city. He’s a bit spoiled in the sense that he’s never had to ask for anything. So while he doesn’t know how to speak up and ask for this and that, he also isn’t used to just not being given or handed things, leaving him confused and just a little bit sad.
♚ // Character ; Powers
Magical Powers:
Cloud creation and flying
Cloud mimicry (the creatures he creates don’t have a mind of their own and are more like temporary puppets he can use as long as he’s focused)
Cloud form (can float)
Non-magical Powers:
Hair styling and makeup – Not only is he good at doing his own (and other people’s) hair and makeup, but Yeosang likes making things prettier.
Running – This is mainly due to the fact that cloudlings are very light in weight, despite their mass.
Weaknesses:
Sciences – Yeosang isn’t the best at both hard and soft sciences, often finding it difficult to remember formulas, definitions, etc. and preferring subjects that enable him to work with his hands
Lack of combat skills – He’s never taken up lessons on how to defend himself. Due to the incident two years ago, his parents specified that if he wanted to study at Insolitus Academy, he had to take self-defense classes.
Short attention span – From conversations to hobbies, Yeosang often jumps from one thing to another, his boredom often causing him to look for the next, big exciting thing.
Easy to trust – He’s never the type to ever doubt anything at face value, often mistakenly assuming that people had the same worldview as him.
♚ // Character ; The Student
Study Style: Yeosang is a hardworking student who tries his best in all his classes. He’s the type who tries to get to the classroom at least 10 minutes before it actually starts, his notebooks and pens all neatly arranged on the table. He often raises his hand, asking professors all sorts of questions. (Read: both dumb and smart ones).
This doesn’t mean he’s a straight-A student, though. He’s actually usually at the mid-level, and even then he’s often one of the few stragglers that barely made the passing mark. Yeosang has never been book smart (nor street smart if we’re being honest), but he enjoys learning, even if he does need a bit more time to process and understand things compared to others.
Favorite class: Astrology
Least favorite class: Math I (Beginners)
Classes (5-8) :
Astrology
Self defense for Fae and other light beings
Sign Language
Human and Earth History
Earth customs & Human social protocols
Math I (Beginners)
3D art (sculpturing & other techniques)
Hobbies and clubs:
Cheerleading class
Glee class (club)
♚ // Character ; The Past
Date of Birth: June 15, 1999
Date of Death: N/A
Crime Record: N/A
Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No
Background:
Yeosang’s mothers both had respectable jobs in the cloud city he used to live in. His Mama ran a small yet popular bakery, while his Mom was your usual office worker. Both his parents had started with nothing, so when they adopted him as an infant, they did so with the thought that they would raise him well so that he didn’t have to go through the financial struggles they did.
In his younger years, Yeosang’s days were filled with happiness. He often went to family outings planned by him and his parents, slept over at his friends’ houses, and helped out at their family’s bakery. Ever since he was younger, Yeosang had looked at the world with eyes filled with wonder.
This was why when he was finally of age, he had gotten permission from his parents to come down to Earth and visit other realms. He had first gone with his friends, pointing out the similarities the world had with their own cloud city and trying to figure out the different technologies it had to offer them.
Much to Yeosang’s delight, he was eventually allowed to go on his own after countless reassurances that he can do it on his own and that he would be very careful. His mothers knew his personality and were worried that he would fall with the wrong crowd, but they eventually gave in to their son’s pleas.
Unfortunately, at 19 years old, Yeosang failed to come home after promising his parents that he would be back in time for dinner. There were no leads as to where the young cloudling could have gone or who he was with. However, once he became 21, he had come back to their house just before dinner, with no memory of what had happened in the last 2 years and still thinking that he was 19 years old.
It's been a few years since then, and although his mothers had become helicopter parents for a while, they had eventually loosened up a bit. After everything was explained to him, Yeosang couldn’t find it in himself to be too bothered about the 2 years that he lost. For some reason, he just knew that everything that happened wasn’t completely bad.
This brings him to the present. It had taken far longer for his parents to allow him back to Earth, especially after he expressed that he wanted to study there and learn more. As a precaution, his parents now video call him weekly and come down to Earth at least once every month, just to reassure themselves regarding Yeosang’s well-being.
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Truss Socks
Truss Socks: The Unsung Hero of Event Design and Stage Presentation
In the world of event production, trade shows, concerts, conventions, and theatrical performances, attention to detail can elevate a space from ordinary to extraordinary. While lighting, sound, and layout often take center stage, the subtle touches are what truly complete the picture. One of those understated yet vital elements is truss socks—a practical and aesthetic solution that transforms raw structural hardware into polished, professional presentations.
Whether you're hosting a corporate expo or producing a multi-day music festival, truss socks play an essential role in blending functionality with visual harmony. By covering exposed trusses, these fabric sleeves help streamline design, enforce branding, and ensure safety, all while contributing to the ambiance of the space.
The Purpose Behind Truss Socks
Truss systems are integral to stage and event structures. They provide the backbone for lighting rigs, speaker systems, signage, projection equipment, and decorative elements. However, while practical, the industrial look of aluminum or steel trusses may not align with the desired visual presentation. That’s where truss socks come into play.
Truss socks are fabric covers designed to slide over or wrap around truss segments. They serve multiple purposes:
Aesthetic Enhancement: A clean, uniform truss appearance contributes to the overall cohesion of a space. Black, white, and custom-colored truss socks can match the theme of the event or venue.
Brand Amplification: Custom-printed truss socks can carry logos, graphics, or messaging, turning unused structural elements into valuable real estate for promotion.
Concealment: Truss socks help hide unsightly wiring, clamps, or hardware, contributing to a sleek and distraction-free environment.
Lighting Effects: When made of translucent fabric, truss socks can interact with uplighting or backlighting for striking visual effects.
Fabric Options and Design Features
Truss socks are available in a variety of materials, most commonly stretch fabrics such as spandex or polyester blends. These materials offer several key benefits:
Form-fitting: Stretch fabrics hug the truss structure snugly, maintaining a tailored appearance.
Durability: Designed to withstand multiple uses and rough handling during setup and teardown, quality truss socks resist tearing and sagging.
Flame Retardant: In compliance with fire safety codes, most truss socks are manufactured with flame-retardant properties, which is critical in public venues.
Truss socks may be sewn as cylindrical tubes or designed with Velcro closures for quick application. Many manufacturers also offer dye sublimation printing, enabling full-color customization that won’t crack or peel over time.
Benefits in Different Event Settings
Trade Shows and Expos
Trade show booths are all about first impressions. When walking through rows of displays, attendees are drawn to exhibits that look sleek, cohesive, and professionally assembled. Truss socks help unify a company’s branding, covering the structural elements with color-coordinated fabric or branded prints. This not only cleans up the look of the booth but also creates a memorable brand presence.
Concerts and Stage Performances
For live events, truss systems are often part of the visible stage infrastructure. Truss socks allow lighting designers and production teams to minimize visual clutter while enhancing ambiance through LED washes and color changes. A stage wrapped in matching truss socks looks finished, intentional, and elevated. It helps create immersion for the audience and a polished perception of the production.
Weddings and Special Occasions
Aesthetics matter deeply in personal milestone events. Truss socks can be used to hide technical rigging in wedding venues or upscale galas. White or pastel truss socks blend into elegant decor themes and don’t detract from floral arrangements, table settings, or mood lighting. They ensure that technology supports the atmosphere rather than disrupting it.
Conventions and Corporate Events
Professionalism is the name of the game in corporate settings. Exposed trusses may appear unfinished or too industrial for company presentations or keynote speeches. With truss socks, event planners can transform the space, creating an environment that reinforces brand sophistication. When custom-printed, truss socks can display sponsors, event names, or directional signage, helping with both style and functionality.
Safety and Practicality
Beyond aesthetics, truss socks offer safety benefits. Loose wires, clamps, and rough metal edges pose minor hazards in high-traffic event environments. Covering these elements helps minimize the chance of snags, trips, or cuts. Especially when trusses are within reach of attendees, truss socks act as a protective barrier that both protects the structure and the people interacting with it.
Additionally, truss socks can help with cable management. Wires running along truss beams can be tucked behind the fabric, keeping the setup clean and preventing accidental unplugging or damage. It’s a small but impactful step toward efficient stagecraft.
Environmental Considerations
As sustainability becomes a growing concern in event production, reusable design elements are more important than ever. Truss socks are machine-washable and reusable, making them a more environmentally friendly choice than temporary coverings or disposable decor.
For organizations concerned with reducing their carbon footprint, investing in a set of truss socks that can be used across multiple events supports waste reduction without sacrificing visual appeal.
Choosing the Right Truss Socks
The right truss sock depends on the specific goals of the event. Factors to consider include:
Truss Size: Socks must fit snugly over round, square, or triangle trusses, which come in various standard dimensions.
Application Method: Slide-on styles may require installation before trusses are rigged, while wrap-around versions allow for application after setup.
Color and Transparency: Consider whether the socks are meant to blend in or stand out. For lighting integration, semi-sheer or translucent fabrics offer added effect.
Customization: If branding or messaging is needed, high-quality printing should be a priority.
These considerations can help maximize the visual and functional impact of truss socks, whether for a one-time gala or a national tradeshow tour.
Complementary Design Elements
Truss socks don’t operate in isolation. When paired with other event design elements—like pipe and drape systems, printed backdrops, LED uplighting, and branded banners—they contribute to a fully immersive and professional atmosphere. Designers often integrate truss socks into a holistic plan, ensuring that even the background architecture supports the event's theme and tone.
Event production has become an intersection of storytelling, experience, and branding. With truss socks, every square foot of a venue becomes an opportunity to make a visual impact.
Final Thoughts
Truss socks may seem like a minor component in the grand scheme of event planning, but their value is undeniable. They enhance presentation, boost safety, reinforce branding, and streamline the visual flow of a space. Whether used for concerts, expos, weddings, or corporate events, truss socks deliver a polished, professional appearance that reflects careful planning and design excellence.
For event planners, production crews, and venue designers seeking to elevate their work, investing in quality truss socks is a small step that makes a big difference. In a world where every detail matters, this simple fabric sleeve becomes a vital piece of the puzzle—one that supports both function and finesse with equal grace.
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I was excited to pop into the local Naot store earlier this week and try on some summer sandals. They’re a go-to for many women over 60 because they combine serious comfort with polished, walkable style. With supportive footbeds, adjustable straps, and soft leather uppers, they’re ideal for aging feet, especially if you deal with foot pain and swelling or just need all-day support without sacrificing elegance. These are some of the best Naot sandals for women over 60 who want all-day comfort, arch support, and modern style. PACKABLE HAT / DENIN SHIRTDRESS WORN AS DUSTER / JEANS / GRAY BELT / SIMILAR TEE/ EYEGLASS FRAMES / SANDALS Naot uses European sizing, and I found they run a full-size small, so adjust accordingly. BTW- I didn’t wear my jeans like this with the long shirtdress, I just folded them up in the store to show the sandals 😉. 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I was excited to pop into the local Naot store earlier this week and try on some summer sandals. They’re a go-to for many women over 60 because they combine serious comfort with polished, walkable style. With supportive footbeds, adjustable straps, and soft leather uppers, they’re ideal for aging feet, especially if you deal with foot pain and swelling or just need all-day support without sacrificing elegance. These are some of the best Naot sandals for women over 60 who want all-day comfort, arch support, and modern style. PACKABLE HAT / DENIN SHIRTDRESS WORN AS DUSTER / JEANS / GRAY BELT / SIMILAR TEE/ EYEGLASS FRAMES / SANDALS Naot uses European sizing, and I found they run a full-size small, so adjust accordingly. BTW- I didn’t wear my jeans like this with the long shirtdress, I just folded them up in the store to show the sandals 😉. 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Step Into Style and Comfort: The Ultimate Guide to Custom Made Slides and Flip Flops
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Burning
Pairing: Bobby Nash x Male!Reader
Rating: Mature
AO3 (highly reccomend reading on AO3 for the iOS workskin): Read Here
Summary: You’re finally cleared by your doctor for normal activities—not by your Captain of course—but Athena thinks you two can bend the rules a little bit. What happens when you finally run into the 118 team that Athena has mentioned?
A/N: My first 9-1-1 fic! It’s been a long time coming! Takes place a few months or more after the tsunami episode, so the timeline might not be all correct but…oh well. As much as I adore Bathena, it’s not established in this fic and for all intents and purposes, they’re just friends. There is art scattered in the fic and there is my interpretation of the main character but in no way is that how he has to look—there are no specific descriptors in the writing for hair, eyes, skin color, etc. By all means, if you’d like to create your own version of him, I’d love to see it!
Warnings: canon typical injuries, male!reader (no y/n), mentions of blood and burns, first kiss, Bi!Bobby, older man/younger man, meet cute
“Sergeant Grant,” I grinned with a sing-songy lilt to my voice, leaning back in my seat as I looked up at her.
Groaning and flexing my forearm for the fourth time that morning, I sighed and closed the file on my desk and pushed it aside. I reached for my coffee mug with my good hand before pulling it back and reaching for it with the arm I could actually use now. I grimaced as lukewarm liquid touched my lips, having half a mind to get up and warm it up when I heard a couple short raps on the doorframe of the office I was inhabiting in the short term.
“How’s the arm doing, Officer?” she grinned with her voice equally as playful while dropping my last name, with her own coffee clasped between her hands.
“Oh you know…” I shrugged, putting it through some motions. “Doc said I didn’t have to wear a sling anymore and I can start working it out again at a hundred percent, so that’s good.”
“If it's any consolation, you don’t look like you lost muscle in that arm,” she pursed her lips and laughed.
“It’s nice to know someone’s looking,” I chuckled, taking another disgusting sip. “So, what can I do for you?”
“It’s more like what I can do for you,” she sauntered in and took a seat across from me. “I spoke to Cap and she might have agreed for me to take you out on patrol with me.”
“No…” I breathed in disbelief, knowing full well the Captain had just told me I wasn’t cleared for leading field work yet or training any new officers.
“Unless you’re too busy, of course,” Athena dismissed, scooting her chair back and standing up, gesturing to the pile of folders on my desk with her eyebrows.
“Not too busy!” I exclaimed quickly, standing before she could leave the room. “It’s just busy work and evaluations anyway…”
“Are you su—“
“—very sure,” I responded before she could finish, grabbing my bag and vest for patrol from the floor next to me.
Athena simply gave me an amused grin and nodded her head for me to follow her out.
“Don’t laugh at me, I was going crazy stuck to a desk, Athena.”
“I’m not surprised, you hyperactive man-baby.”
—
We prepped her patrol car, making sure everything was situated and tossing my bag in the trunk of the Explorer. I hesitated in the back, looking at my body armor secured to my bag. Before the tsunami, I would have had it on as soon as I got to the station, but being on desk duty for the last few months, I hadn’t needed it. It was unlikely I would need it in Athena’s beat, but I knew I would feel less uneasy with it on.
Now, I just had to get it on without completely disrobing or jostling my shirt-stays. As I contemplated my predicament, I undid my uniform shirt all the way down to my belt. I opened the Velcro flaps on my vest and began an awkward shimmy of sliding the back of the vest underneath and behind my collar, sliding my head through the middle, and letting the front flap over my chest. I rolled my shoulders to let it fall in place on its own and tugged my open shirt to get any material stuck underneath the vest out. When I was situated, I closed up the Velcro sides snuggly and buttoned up my shirt.
“Are you lost or—“ Athena asked impatiently—having already checked to make sure the vehicle was in order—coming around to the back of the patrol vehicle while I fussed with my buttons.
“Sorry, one sec,” I offered apologetically.
“I’m not taking you to any high risk calls, so don’t get too excited,” she laughed saying my name like that of an over-eager child. “Cap would have my head.”
“Hey, take it easy on me, Athena. I used to work narcotics and those calls were never chill, so this puts me at ease a little.”
“Alright, alright. Hurry up, before I tell Cap about that very non regulation patch on your body armor,” she gave me a pointed look, glancing down at the terrible sewing job I had done on my body armor that held a small pansexual flag. The Sergeant pushed her sunglasses up to her face but not before winking in my direction to let me know she was joking.
Piling in to the Explorer, Athena immediately got on the radio, “This is 727-A-30, we are 10-8.”
I tuned out the radio conversation after that, knowing Athena would be giving our info to dispatch quickly as we pulled out of the station.
—
We started patrolling her beat, finding it fairly quiet but knowing better than to voice that out loud. Not twenty minutes into our patrol shift, did Athena’s phone start pinging messages in quick succession from where it hung in the dash mount.
“Damn, ‘Thena, you got a hot date or what?” I snorted, trying to sneakily grab her phone but telegraphing my movements purposely so she’d slap me away.
“Oh shut it,” she slapped my arm. “Your doctor cleared you so I won’t feel bad if I have to hit you harder.”
“I expect nothing less, sarge,” I grinned. “But, come on, you know I love me some chisme, cough it up.”
“It’s nothing,” she rolled her eyes, quickly replying as we stopped at a red light.
“Oooh, is it about me?” I waggled my eyebrows, while she gave me a blank stare from behind her sunglasses.
The patrol car was silent for a few moments, the only sound being from outside the car and the radio faintly playing.
“Yes, it was about you,” I finally heard her mumble.
“I knew it! Let me see!” I made grabby hands for her phone.
“I’m gonna regret this,” she sighed and tossed the phone in my lap.
I laughed as I scrolled to the beginning of the conversation, someone by the name of “Maddie” starting off by asking who I was and why I was with Athena when she usually patrolled solo, with the eyes emoji to end the question.
The transfer from Pacific I told you about! - Athena
Ooh! Pics! I remember you talking about him! He sounds hot! -Maddie
Pics! -Hen
Show us! -Eddie
He’s a dork, but he’s cool. - Athena
Oh, he IS hot! -Maddie
Seconded! -Eddie
Hey! -Buck
Sorry… -Eddie
You’re right, though -Buck
I’m NOT asking out a subordinate, stop it -Athena
“Hey, I’m not a dork,” I teased.
“You so are.”
“How did this Maddie person know I was with you so fast anyway…?” I drifted off as another text came in.
“She’s a dispatcher. Everyone else there is from the 118. Her brother and boyfriend are with the 118, too. You’ll probably run into them a lot on patrol, that’s how I met them anyway.”
You definitely withheld the hot part from me, Athena -Bobby
Ooooo, Cap! -Hen
“Ooh, firefighters…mmm,” I sighed dreamily just to annoy her. “And who is Bobby? He looks fine as hell and he just called me hot.” I hurriedly clicked on his contact photo to get a better look.
“The 118 Captain. I knew your gay little heart wouldn’t be able to resist him,” she laughed and took the phone from me.
“I’m not gay, ‘Thena, I’m pansexual. You know this!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just only talk about the guys, so I forget sometimes.”
“That’s because they usually have the most drama,” I snorted. “So, you’re forgiven.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s straight, though. Well, I’ve never heard him talk about going out with any men, so I suppose I’m just assuming.”
“Oh, I will be devastated if he is,” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “What about you?”
“Nah, after Michael…I’ve been taking some time for me. I didn’t want to jump into anyone’s arms, I’m too focused on my kids after the divorce, you know?”
“Aw, yea, I understand. But, you know I’d take you out in a heartbeat if you let me,” I shot her a smile.
“You are too young for me!” She scoffed and shook her head.
“No, you’re just experienced,” I winked. “Also, I take offense to that. I’m in my thirties with two degrees and a career, ma’am.”
“Lord help me.”
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“911, What’s your emergency?”
“My mother! She’s out of control! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!” wild screaming arises in the background, “Get away from me! YOU’VE OFFICIALLY LOST IT!”
“This is dispatch requesting a unit at 294 Moreno Drive. Reports of a family disturbance and possible assault.”
“Dispatch, this is 727-A-30 handling.”
“10-4, 727-A-30.”
Athena flicked the sirens and lights on and sighed heavily as we sped off to the call, “Oh boy.”
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“727-A-30, 10-97 on scene,” Athena announced into her radio.
“I’m just saying, thin crust is delicious but my fat ass will eat the whole thing. So, I never allow myself to get it!” I groaned to Athena.
“Or you could have some self control lik—”
I glared at Athena and smirked thinking my glare cut her off but saw her staring past me.
“You’re psychotic! All of you!” a high pitched yell sounded as the front door of the house ripped open.
A middle-aged woman wielding a brightly colored, tissue paper covered stick stormed out of the house followed by a flock of elderly people.
“I told you not to come!” a half dressed older lady shouted back at her.
Oh shit. I immediately averted my eyes at the sight, hearing Athena chuckle behind me.
“It’s your birthday! I was just supposed to ignore that!?” She flailed the stick around.
“Obviously!”
“Mom, did you order strippers!?” the woman screamed, finally noticing Athena and me.
“Honey, you called 911,” an older man, likely her father, spoke up from next to her mother.
“Well, Mom was stripping and doing body shots!”
“I just turned seventy! Let me live a little! Also, you hit me with that stick!”
“Yea, to knock some sen—”
“Okay!” I spoke up, ending the argument. “I’m flattered you think I could pass as a stripper but I’m going to have to ask you to put the piñata stick down, ma’am,” I held my hands out as non-threateningly as possible. When she didn’t immediately put it down, I cocked my head and gave a slower warning, “Ma’am…”
“Yea, yea, fine,” she rolled her eyes and thrust the stick at me.
I jumped but grabbed it tightly and and took it from her hands. Athena took it from me and held it far out of reach.
“Now, are we pressing charges and do you need medical attention?” I looked pointedly at the mother.
“No…no…” the mother waved me off.
“Press charges against me? I called you!”
“You also assaulted someone, so it doesn’t matter who called us,” I sighed, resting my hands on my duty belt. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave the property.”
The woman huffed and stomped off, making Athena and me sag with relief.
“I hope you have a nice rest of your party, ma’am,” I smiled and nodded my head to her, her husband, and the rest of the guests who had come out onto the lawn.
I turned back toward Athena, my eyes widening comically and mouthing, “Oh my god,” with an exasperated expression.
“Hey, you said you liked a little experience…” Athena laughed as we got in the car.
“Shut up,” I mumbled with a smirk.
“727-A-30, 10-98.”
“I need some bleach for my eyes,” I sighed heavily.
—
“911, What’s your emergency?”
“I’m trapped! There’s a—a huge pile up on—“ the caller wheezed, “—Wilshire.”
“911, What’s your emergency?”
“The traffic lights! They’re all green! There’s a huge accident on Wilshire and Irolo.”
“911, What’s your emergency?”
“I’m the manager at Bank of Hope on Wilshire and Vermont, we just had a robbery take place. I think they hit Wells Fargo, too!”
“All available units in the vicinity of Wilshire and Irolo, please respond to a pileup in the intersection for traffic control. Firehouse 118 is arriving on scene shortly.”
“727-A-30, responding,” Athena answered immediately and made a u-turn while turning on the lights and sirens.
“10-4, 727-A-30. Please be advised, 211 just took place on Wilshire and Vermont. A unit has already been dispatched but witnesses report the getaway car heading toward the accident intersection. Suspect is 10-29FD possibly carrying a knife. Gun was left at the scene.”
“10-4, Dispatch. Patch me in to Captain Nash.”
There was silence before the radio crackled finally.
“This is Captain Nash.”
“Bobby, I’m on route to the accident, use extreme caution. Suspect is armed.”
“Athena, dispatch notified us that it was a knife. Have a little faith, I think we can take it,” he chuckled over the radio.
“Bobby…”
“We’ll be looking out, don’t worry. Just arrived on scene.”
Bobby cut out leaving us to listen to the sirens as we sped to the scene.
“Responders, please be advised the getaway vehicle was a black sedan.”
“10-4.”
“Dispatch, there’s three black sedans, proceeding with caution,” Bobby interjected.
We pulled up to the scene eight minutes later, seeing a horrific display of mangled cars, smoke, and flames. A couple LAPD units had already arrived on scene and started directing traffic away from the intersection. Firefighters, the 118 I assumed, were split up around the cars to attend to as many people as they could.
“You find one black sedan, I’ll find another. Clear it and head to the last one.”
“Copy that,” I clipped and opened the door, immediately dropping my hand to my taser to pull out if needed.
I jogged over to where one of the cars was, slowing down as I approached to be able to assess the situation better. I rounded other cars cautiously but didn’t immediately see anyone that screamed “robber” at me, nor evidence of a robbery in the car as I approached it.
I jumped as my radio crackled, “Responders, Station 122 is arriving shortly for medical back up.”
“Athena!” I called out in her general direction, “Clear over here!”
“Here, too! Dispatch, suspect has not been located yet.”
“I’m heading to the nex—” I called out, stopping when I saw an unresponsive woman in her car just a few down from the one I had checked.
The car next to hers had caught fire, which had spread near hers. Her car was leaking fluid, making me curse and not want to find out what it was until it was too late.
“I need an extinguisher here!” I shouted.
I saw a couple of the 118’s heads pop up and look in my direction. Captain Nash's distinctive helmet nodded to his other teammates before running toward the fire truck.
“Don’t move the victim!” I heard one of them yell.
“She can’t wait! This whole this is about to go up!”
I tried for the door handle but it was dented and crushed. The front of the car was too close to the flames for comfort, so I hastily pulled out a knife and cut the seat belt off her. Leaning into the window to drag her out, my duty belt caught on the broken glass and twisted metal so I couldn’t fully clutch her. With a growl, I let go and unbuckled my belt, letting it drop to the floor and kicking it away from the flames. The fire had spread to the front of her car, licking and burning at my skin as I reached in again for her. I didn’t register any pain from the adrenaline, not stopping until she was fully out of the car and in my arms as I watched the car fully engulf.
“Officer, put her here,” Captain Nash instructed me, running up with a group of EMTs and heading straight to the fire to put it out.
I placed the woman on the stretcher, making sure they took her to safety as I fetched my belt and strapped it back around my waist. It wasn’t until I cinched it closed that I felt a searing pain in my side just underneath my vest. My breath hitched and a groan of pain escaped my lips, causing Bobby to do a double take as he worked on the flames. I gulped—swaying on my feet as the pain fully registered and threatened to send me into shock—but clenched my teeth as I finished the buckle.
With a nod to Captain Nash, I waited for a responding nod before jogging off to find Athena.
“Sergeant! Nothing…” I slowed my run as I approached her, turning into a slow jog with a limp as it caused more chafing to occur against my wound.
“Nothing at this one either,” she sighed, shaking her head as she took another look in the car. “Either way, this car can’t have been it. It’s too close to the beginning of the pileup. The suspect would have been closer to the outside.”
“You’re right,” I grimaced.
“What’s wrong with you?” She furrowed her brows and stepped over menacingly.
“Nothing. I’m fine, I—,” I paused as her words hit me. “The first one I checked was on the outside…the door was open but it was empty inside I—.”
Shit.
Bobby was over there alone now.
“Captain!” I turned an ran, seeing him speaking with someone near where I left him.
The scene was loud, understandably so, but I slowed as I neared anyway to avoid spooking the potentially dangerous suspect.
“Look, sir, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. That cut on the side of your head looks pretty bad,” Bobby held his palms out to the man who was clad in all black and clutching a gym bag to his chest. “At least let me make sure you don’t have a concussion,” Bobby stepped closer again.
From where the man’s back was facing me, I saw a glint of metal appearing from his back pocket and felt adrenaline surge through my veins. I took the remaining steps forward and lunged, wrapping my whole hand around his wrist and shoving it up so it was pinned against his lower to mid back.
“Drop it!” I growled. When he didn’t immediately comply, I repeated myself, “Drop it, or I will make you.”
At the lack of movement I bent his wrist inward with my free hand and used the pain of the wrist lock to force him to open his hand. When the knife clattered to the floor, I kicked it away and began slapping cuffs on the man. The bag was cut from his body, since I had trapped it on his body with his arms in cuffs, and Athena took the liberty of guiding him to a free unit to take him in while reading him his rights.
“Come on, I think I could have taken him?” Bobby chuckled as Athena dragged the suspect away. “But thank you.”
I shot him a glare that was soon diluted by a smirk. The smirk soon faded away as my wound throbbed, so I leaned my weight on the car next to me. Whatever the hell I did hurt. A lot.
“Are you okay?”
“Mhm, just taking a second,” I groaned as I straightened back up. “I should help…”
“Whoa, there,” Bobby stopped me with a hand gripping my tricep, steadying me as I wobbled. “You’re not fine. And anyway, the 122 is here and helping. It’s under control.”
I slumped, watching the firefighters work, but knew he was right. Athena was going to kill me. Then, Bobby was going to resurrect me. And then, my Captain was going to kill me all over again.
“Let me check it out?” He asked, though it definitely felt like more of a gentle demand than a question.
I nodded and let him guide me to the 118 Paramedic truck.
He sat me on the edge of the truck and jumped into the back to clean his hands and find supplies. When he came back out, his hands were covered in black medical gloves and his arms were full of random items.
“You’re gonna have to uh…” he gestured to my torso with his head as he laid the supplies down in the entry way of the back doors of the truck.
I stood, stepping out of his way as he opened the second door wider for me to place my belt and uniform. The duty belt came off first, making me wince. I watched the firefighter’s eyebrows raise as he saw the slashed front and tattered side of my uniform shirt. The belt fell to the metal flooring with a heavy thud. I paused, willing the pain to subside before moving on to my shirt but to no avail.
“Shirt, too,” Bobby stood with his hands clasped down in front of him. “Or I can cut it off.”
“No need, Captain, just give me a sec,” I grunted and started undoing the buttons.
The hard part came when I had to shrug the shirt off. The movements made me tense up and clench my teeth.
“May I?” Bobby offered with medical shears in hand. “Not like you can wear that shirt again, anyway.”
“Fair enough…”
Bobby made quick work of the uniform shirt, cutting away as much as he could so I wouldn’t have to twist at all. He dropped his hands to where the shirt met my trousers, tugging the material forcefully out of my shirt stays—causing me to wince as the elastic snapped down my legs. He undid the Velcro of my body armor and lifted it over my head. He paused, taking in the slashed material below my patch. Luckily, only the outer covering had been frayed a bit, but no damage to the internal armor.
“Good thing you had this on, could have sliced yourself when you grabbed him,” Bobby indicated to the slice. His thumb ran over the small pink, yellow, and cyan patch, “Nice,” he smirked before setting that aside with my duty belt.
“Yea,” I jumped as he lifted my undershirt, some of my skin catching on the cotton. “You know what that is?”
“‘Course I do,” he stated matter-of-factly and sat on the edge of the truck so he was eye level with my affected side, below where the body armor had covered. “Pansexual flag, right?”
Surprised, I was too shocked to react when he began cleaning the wound, only reacting with a hiss when the delayed sting of antiseptic sunk in.
“Don’t look so shocked,” he laughed, dabbing at the wound to make sure there was nothing foreign in it. “I’m Bi.”
Still speechless, I simply held my shirt up for him as he worked with my mouth slightly open in shock.
“Again, don’t look so surprised,” he chuckled.
“It’s just…sorry. Sorry,” I laughed. “Athena thought you were straight.”
“Talking about me, huh?” He chuckled, making my face heat up before he continued, “Don’t worry, we’ve all discussed you plenty. And, anyway, I mean I’ve never expressly said it. Nor, have I publicly dated a man,” he shrugged. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it, of course.”
By now, Bobby had stopped working on the wound and was just staring up at me with an amused expression on his handsome face.
“You should close your mouth before you catch something with it, Officer.”
Without thinking, I blurted out my name and immediately apologized, “Sorry, uh, you can…yea you can just call me…yea.”
“Bobby,” he offered me. “Well,” he sighed my name, causing shivers to go up my spine. “Laceration isn’t too deep, you won’t need stitches, thankfully, but it’s also not going to feel nice because the area gets a lot of movement and creasing. The burn around it is pretty enflamed. You won’t need anything major done but this’ll take some time to heal. I have some burn cream if you want it?”
“Please, thank you,” I cleared my throat, hoping to get rid of the raspy, huskiness that had developed.
Soon, cold, white paste was being gently applied to the burned area and then he was covering it with gauze and tape. I let my under shirt fall back down into place, catching a split second where Bobby’s eyes flicked to the rest of my abdomen before it was covered.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” he smiled, pausing briefly to look at his boots. “Would yo—.”
“Cap is going to murder me,” Athena groaned from behind me, startling me out of whatever trance Bobby had pulled me into. “What the hell happened?”
“I—I’m okay…”
“Just a cut and a burn, ‘Thena, he’ll live,” Bobby chuckled, standing and snapping off the gloves now smeared with cream.
“Next time warn your partner before you go gallivanting into a burning car?”
“Sorry,” I smiled.
“Mhmm,” she responded, entirely unconvinced. “I gotta get him out of here, Bobby. Is he good to go?” Athena asked, tearing Bobby’s attention from me to her.
“Oh, uh, yea he’s perf—good, he’s good,” Bobby stumbled, a flush creeping up his neck. “It was nice to finally meet you.”
“You as well, Captain Nash,” I smiled, biting the inside of my cheek. I hastily grabbed my duty belt and shredded shirt before following Athena to her patrol car, waving to Bobby with a wince as my skin stretched.
We sat in the silence of the car for a few beats before Athena burst into laughter.
“You damn flirt, I knew it,” she laughed at me.
“Athena, he’s hot,” I whined. “Did you really expect me not to?”
“How about, we don’t tell Captain the extent of your injuries and I won’t tell anyone how shamelessly you flirted with Bobby.”
“To be fair—” I interjected, “—he totally flirted back.”
—
After a stern talking to—in the form of shouting—from our Captain, Athena and I cleaned up, changed, and were confined to the station for the rest of our shift. Athena assured me that we weren’t in actual trouble before we left the station to go home, making me at ease since the last thing I wanted was for her to get in trouble for my stupidity.
Currently, I was too hungry to dwell on it.
I was salivating over a pot of sautéing garlic, crushed red pepper, and oregano for a quick and easy red sauce and stirring loosely so they didn’t burn. Letting out a wild yawn and grunt, wiping my hands on the towel slung over my bare shoulder and turning to open the refrigerator, feeling my side twinge as I did. I yanked out a protein drink and downed it in two gulps, hoping to stave off my hunger while I cooked, before turning toward my designated medicine cabinet in the kitchen and popping a couple pain relievers. I got back to work and was just picking up a tube of tomato paste, ready to squeeze it in when there was a hesitant knock, followed by two firmer ones.
I certainly wasn’t expecting any guests, but grumbled and shut off the flame under my pot just in case and moved it to a cool burner. It would be a tragedy if my garlic burned, after all. I didn’t even think twice about my state of undress, clad in only a pair of sweats and socks—with my kitchen towel over my shoulder—before I was yanking my door open to find the last person I expected to be on the other side of it.
Bobby. Dressed in jeans and a worn button down with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he immediately yanked them out and stood straighter like he had at the scene earlier.
“Hey, uh, hope this isn’t too strange—uh,” he scratched the back of his head. “I—uh—wasn’t sure if you had any burn cream and I forgot to sneak you some earlier.”
I didn’t know what to say, my mouth opening and shutting a couple times, “No—I—I was actually going to Instacart some so you saved me a few dollars.”
“Ours is better anyway,” he chuckled before his smile dropped again. “I—er—got your address from Athena, sorry if that was not…good.”
“It’s fine. I’ll give her a stern talking to about giving my address to strange men,” I smiled at his good natured laugh and opened my door wider. “Do you want to come in? I was just making dinner if you’re hungry.”
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude. You look…busy,” he cleared his throat, clearly avoiding looking at my bare chest.
I looked down at myself and chuckled, “Not busy enough to put a shirt on, clearly. But I could be…” I relished watching his neck flush up to his cheeks, “Come on in, I hear you’re the resident cook at the firehouse. I need a chef’s opinion on this sauce.”
Bobby perked up at the offer, “Well, if it’s a professional opinion you need…” He stepped through the doorway, shoulder brushing my chest as he tugged the towel off my shoulder and promptly slapped it over his own in transit.
“Give me one sec, let me grab a shirt,” I said, jogging over to where I had a black t-shirt thrown over my couch. I did a three-sixty to make sure the rest of the living room wasn’t a complete mess.
“You don’t have to, it’s your apartment,” he mumbled. “Plus, I’m sure that hurts to put on,” Bobby finally looked over at me, his gaze unmistakably on my exposed skin.
“Ah, well,” I shrugged, tugging the shirt on the arm of the injured side, maneuvering my other arm in, and flinging the rest over my head. I smirked to myself when the material clung tightly to my body, probably one size too small for me. “It hurt more taking it off, honestly, and I don’t wanna be too underdressed,” I grinned.
I jogged quickly back over to the kitchen, sliding in my socks near the end and found Bobby gazing at me with an amused upturn of his lips with his arms folded tightly over his chest. Fuck.
“Had to turn the flame off to answer the door, so let me get this warm again,” I hummed. “Alexa! Play my ‘Oldies but Goodies’ playlist on low.” I ignored her response and immediately began humming and swaying to myself as Billy Joel started playing while I brought the ingredients back up to a good temperature.
“Really? Is that because I’m here?” Bobby shoved my shoulder.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I was raised on this!” I pushed back before grabbing the tube of tomato paste off the counter. I was opening the tube when I stopped and just about broke my neck looking at him quickly.
The sudden movement broke him put of whatever trance he was in while watching me cook, eyes widening in surprise, “What?”
“I’m so rude. Can I get you something to drink? I have water, juice, and—er—protein shakes. I think that’s it.”
“Water's fine, I can get it. Fridge?” at my hum of affirmation he opened the refrigerator behind me and looked back at me in the small space, his voice suddenly very close to my back and neck, “Want one?”
I cleared my suddenly dry throat, “Please.”
Licking my lips, I set back to work and squeezed the paste in the pot before stirring it in.
“Here you go,” he set the bottle on the counter before twisting his own open and taking a sip.
I fumbled with closing the tube of paste nearly dropping the cap, “Shit—ah!” I squeaked and snatched the cap as it fell. “Sorry. Thank you,” I finally responded, licking paste off my wrist and grimacing at the acidity.
Bobby smiled for the umpteenth time—and god I hope he never stopped—shaking his head as he took another drink, “Athena was right.”
“About what?” I asked, stirring so the ingredients wouldn’t burn.
“You,” he cocked his head at me. “You are a dork.”
“Rude.”
“Maybe,” he teased. “So, what brought you to that station?”
“Mm,” I hummed while opening the can of tomato sauce, “The tsunami actually. It did a number on my old station, I don’t even think it’s up and running yet, I think they’re still running out of another building. But, anyway, during some of the search and rescue, I broke my arm and I’d been in a cast for a while. They transferred me to this station to do more administrative work in the mean time, that’s how I met Athena.”
“Oh wow, I’m sorry.”
“It’s all part of the job,” I shrugged, pouring in the sauce and throwing the flame higher while I stirred. “It’s funny actually. Today, Athena convinced our Captain to let me out on patrol with her since my doctor cleared me for normal exercise with my arm and then that call happened,” I laughed.
“Luckily, you had a strapping firefighter to rescue you,” Bobby teased.
“Luckily, I had a strapping firefighter to rescue, I think you mean,” I teased back, flicking the burner to simmer.
“Of course, how could I forget my knight in body armor.”
“Damn right,” I winked. “Now, come over here, Chef Nash, and let me know how I did.” I waved my hand in presentation to the simmering pot, “Shit, wait!” I stopped him with a hand between his shoulder and chest—wow, that was firm—to hastily pour some salt in my hand, pinch some, throw it in with a flourish, and toss the rest in the sink. I gave it another stir and stepped back.
Bobby stepped up, grabbed the spoon and dipped his pinky in it. Then, proceeded to push the spoon toward me to do the same while shoving his pinky in his mouth to suck the sauce off. I barely managed to dip my own finger in the spoon as I imagined his tongue lapping the sauce away. By the way his eyes swirled with playfulness, I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. I could finally breathe again when he released his pinky, taking the opportunity to lick my finger and suck the end with a quick ‘pop’ and a moan thrown in for good measure.
“It’s really good,” he praised.
“Thank y—”
“—But! We can do better.”
My mouth snapped shut with a pout as Bobby turned and opened my refrigerator with renewed purpose. He hummed to himself quietly before making a noise of success and coming back out with a sprig of leftover basil I had bought for a pesto I made a few days ago.
“You’re a genius!” I groaned, snagging the sprig from him and plucking the leaves off.
I went to throw them haphazardly into the sauce when Bobby’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist before I could let them go, “Woah, there.” He guided my hand toward himself, bringing me deliciously close to him. Close enough to breathe in whatever he had sprayed himself with before coming here, and definitely close enough to see the way his eyes dropped to my parted lips. “We can be a little more sophisticated than that,” he breathed, his voice suddenly huskier than it was a few seconds ago.
“Show me.”
“With pleasure,” he licked his bottom lip and plucked the leaves from my fingers.
I watched as he stepped over to the cutting board where I had chopped the garlic, taking the time to stack the basil leaves on each other before rolling them into a cylinder. He fetched the knife that lay nearby and sliced the leaves with quick, light strokes, leaving green ribbons in his wake. Bobby lifted the cutting board and slid the ribbons into the sauce to simmer, giving me a smug smirk as he turned to face me after. I took the liberty of stirring the sauce while we waited for it to come together.
“It should be good now,” he nodded toward the pot, so I lifted the spoon and dipped my finger right after he did.
He sucked the sauce off his finger with a proud hum and a nod of approval, me not getting as distracted as I did the first time. I stuck my finger my mouth, my eyes immediately falling shut as I tasted the small difference the basil made. Letting my eyes flutter back open as I removed my finger, the air was sucked out of the room as I saw how dark Bobby’s eyes had gotten.
“I concede. You were right.”
Bobby didn’t respond, instead staring at my mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
Snapped out of his stare, Bobby blinked rapidly, “N—nothing, sorry. You have a little sauce…” He mimed the general area with his hand on his own face.
“Oh,” I furrowed my brows and wiped my face with my palm but didn’t feel any. “Did I get it?”
“No, it’s…” he mimed again, stepping closer.
“Whe—” my words were cut off as I felt warm lips on mine.
I sagged into his arms, a sigh escaping my throat as he pressed himself against me. In an attempt to not stretch my side so much, I kept my hands low and framing the sides of Bobby’s torso. It was nice—really nice—and I had to stop myself from deepening the kiss as I felt his hands clutch my upper arms. I let him pull away but kept him close since he didn’t step back.
“Bobby…”
“I’m sorry, that was inappro—”
“No…” I shook my head. I leaned forward again, just enough to feel his nose touch mine, “Can I…?” I felt him nod against me and dipped my head back in to touch my lips to his, letting my hand on my non-injured side come up to the back of his neck. This kiss was just as short as the last and just as nice, not wanting to overwhelm him so quickly.
“That was…” Bobby trailed off as we separated again.
“…Life changing?” I winked.
Bobby scoffed out a laugh, “I was going to say good, but you ruined it so…”
“Shut up,” I scowled playfully, tugging him back by the belt and kissing him sweetly once more. I furrowed my brows as I pulled back, tilting my head to the side in thought, “There wasn’t anything on my face, was there?” I squinted at him.
“Definitely not,” he let out a soft chuckle.
“Mm,” I hummed, “you’re forgiven.”
We pulled apart, somewhat reluctantly, and served two plates after making sure the stove was shut off. While the kisses were brief, I couldn’t stop licking my lips and remembering what Bobby's felt like on mine. Lingering glances and sly smirks permeated our conversation over dinner. I learned more about him than what Athena divulged to me and I’m sure the same went for him. Soon enough our plates were empty and we were idly chatting over the nearly clean plates.
“Do you want more?” Bobby spoke up during a lull in the conversation.
“Yea, but I can—,” I stood to go get more, wincing as the skin pulled.
“Nonsense,” Bobby stood and grabbed my plate, balancing both on one forearm. With his free hand, I felt his fingers brush the nape of my neck before disappearing entirely.
With full bellies, we sat on the couch and picked up the conversation again until it died off into a comfortable silence.
“You shower already?” Bobby muttered as he fished something out of his jean pocket.
“Mm,” I hummed and nodded. “Why? You trying to give me a sponge bath, Nurse Nash?”
“You wish,” he snorted. “Here.”
“Oh, bless,” I sighed, grabbing the burn cream from Bobby. “I’ll switch my gauze out before bed and put it on.”
“I'll do it for you. Bring it out here,” Bobby nodded in the general direction of my bathroom.
“You just want my shirt off again,” I teased.
“I will neither confirm nor deny,” Bobby murmured back with pink cheeks. “But I’m sure it’s easier than twisting.”
“You have a point…” I pursed my lips and headed off to grab my first aid kit from the bathroom.
When I returned with the box, Bobby was fiddling with the cap of the tube absentmindedly. I set the box on the arm of the couch and reached my arm on my good side back to grab the back of my shirt collar. I yanked the material over my head and let it slide off the arm of my burned side and on to the floor. At some point as I took it off, Bobby stared at the skin revealed to him.
“Earth to Captain Nash,” I snickered at the dazed expression on the older man’s face, letting my hand slip to the back of his head to run over the soft hairs while guiding his head up to look at me.
“Sorry…” Bobby gulped, eyes tracing my form as he felt blindly for the first aid box.
When he found it, he placed the box in his lap to distract himself, finding gloves, gauze, and tape with little effort. He snapped the gloves on with practiced ease and leaned forward as I stepped in between his legs and turned my side toward him. I winced as he pulled at one end of the tape, grabbing his shoulder with the hand on my bad side for some kind of support as he continued. When the cut and burn were open to the air, Bobby took a second to look it over to make sure it hadn’t gotten worse since the last time he saw it. Satisfied, Bobby twisted open the tube and applied more burn cream, making me shiver from the cold touch.
I let my fingers curve around the nape of his neck, barely noticing Bobby pressing back against my hand in the slightest of ways. He quickly covered the wound with new gauze and tape and sat back a little to take the gloves off, which he deposited on the closed first aid kit with the other trash. He set the box and trash aside while I deliberated picking up my shirt or not.
Deciding to leave it on the floor, I looked down at where Bobby sat waiting in quiet contemplation, “So, Captain…” I trailed off, stepping back into his space, which he gladly leaned in for. “…in your professional experience, does ‘kissing it better’ usually work?”
A smile lit up his face, followed by an incredulous snort, “No, never.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “Though, it might not hurt to try.” Bobby hooked a finger in the waistband of my sweats to pull me closer, glancing up at me once before pressing his lips to the undamaged skin next to the medical tape, “Better?”
“Mmm, no,” I sighed feigning dejection. “Maybe you’re administering it incorrectly.”
“Oh?”
“Mm,” I hummed, leaning forward until I had one knee pressed against the outside of his thigh on the couch cushion.
When he didn’t stop me, I closed the distance further and threw my other knee down so I was straddling his hips but not fulling sitting in his lap just yet. Garnering no complaints, if the way his hands squeezed my thighs were anything to go by, I draped my arms over his shoulders and gave him a playful smirk with my tongue running over my lower lip.
“Here?” He raised his eyebrows, and pressed a kiss to where his mouth height was at my sternum.
“Eh…” I teased, letting my fingers play with the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck.
Bobby hummed dramatically, letting his arm wind around my good side until his hand was splayed over my back. With a sharp tug from Bobby that I hadn’t been expecting, my ass was forced into his lap. A rather embarrassing whine slipped past my lips at the contact.
“Oh, here…?” Bobby murmured, tilting his head to press his lips where my neck met my shoulders.
“A—almost…” I sighed.
Bobby tilted his head up higher to find a new spot, making me lick my lips in anticipation of feeling his once more. He surged up—finally—but my previous anticipation was wasted as my lips met his chin and a soft pressure pressed against my nose.
“Jerk,” I mumbled against his skin.
Bobby gasped softly, “You mean that didn’t work either?”
“You know it didn’t, Bo—” the words died in my throat as Bobby finally pressed his mouth where I wanted it.
His lips meshed easily with mine, pressing just as softly as before but with more urgency just below the surface. I moaned suddenly as his lips parted and sucked my bottom lip between his, tongue laving over the skin and—oh—was he good at that. Taking his cue, I returned the urgency, parting my own lips and tentatively meeting his tongue; retreating with a quick flick to the roof of his mouth. Thick, strong fingers dug into my hips while I searched for any purchase on his head but his hair was far too short for me to do much. I settled for running a thumb across his jaw instead—oh that strong jaw—
Bobby suddenly parted, breathing just the slightest bit elevated with his normally thin lips now spit slick and veering on the side of swollen. His hands refused to move, keeping me close as he caught his breath.
“Better?” He panted, licking over his lips.
I was confused for a moment, so worked up that I had forgotten what he was referring to until his knowing smirk made me remember, “Oh! Oh, yes. Much better, Captain. You were definitely administering it wrong initially.”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Good to know, I’ll take notes for my next patient.”
My eyes narrowed at his teasing, a small pout forming on my lips, “Next patient?”
“Well, unless you’re going to go getting hurt again…”
“A hot firefighter told me earlier this was going to take some time to heal…” I trailed off, pursing my lips to hold back a laugh while still running my hands over his hair soothingly. “Plus, I’ve been told I can be a danger to myself on the job—and—well, and off the job. I’m a bit of a klutz, okay?”
A brilliant smile spread over his face, eyes sparkling with humor, “Got it, so…you’d like me to continue being your care provider?”
“If you’re amenable, of course.”
“Would you be available for a consultation this Thursday at seven? No charge, of course, my treat.”
“I can definitely do that and—” I brought my lips down for another kiss, “—I think we can agree to split the bill, I’m a big boy.”
“You…” Bobby trailed off, eyes looking down appreciatively and landing on my tented sweatpants, “…you sure are, Officer.”
I felt my face redden at the innuendo and the fact that I was very clearly tenting the sweatpants, “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. Because, believe me, if I wasn’t trapped in jeans right now…” Bobby trailed off with a chuckle. “And with that…I think it’s time for me to go before I lose whatever self control I might have right now.”
“Good idea. I suppose there’s a reason you’re a Captain and I’m most definitely not,” I laughed, pushing myself up and sliding off his lap until I was on my own two feet again. I just about giggled under my breath as Bobby stood, readjusting his jeans to a more comfortable position.
He followed me to the front door, stopping short when he saw the mess in my kitchen, “I should probably help you with that.”
“As nice as that would be…” I cut him off from the entryway, “…the longer you stay, the more both of us will be worked up and I kind of want to wait a couple more dates.”
“Good,” Bobby smiled, moving into my space, “me too.” He caged me in against the wall somewhat, not that I minded, “You should swing by the firehouse some time for food. If you—uh—if you give me your number I can let you know when I make something or need a sous-chef.”
“I’d like that,” I chewed on my lip while fishing my phone from my pocket and making a new contact. I preemptively typed his name out with “Bobby” being the beginning, followed by both a flame and a heart emoji.
Soft laughter bubbled up from Bobby’s throat as I handed the phone to him and he noticed the name.
“Let me know when you get home safe?” I murmured when he handed it back with the contact already saved. I shot him a quick text so he would have my number.
“Of course.”
Bobby pressed me firmly against the wall, stealing another kiss that I was all too willing to give. With a press of his hips against mine, my brain was short circuiting and I had to convince myself all over again that picking him up and carrying him to my bed was not what either of us wanted.
“Think about me later?” I winked as we pulled apart.
“I—uh—most likely will, “ Bobby murmured, his flush meeting his ears instantly. “I’ll see you Thursday, then? I’ll text you with the details,” he finally stepped back and grasped the door handle, twisting it as he spoke.
“You’ll see me Thursday,” I confirmed, following him half way out of the door as he opened it and stepped through.
Like a lovesick teenager, I pressed my back against the door after it closed, hoping to hear back from him like he promised. With a final glance at the mess in my kitchen, I sighed and decided to distract myself with cleaning until then.
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A New Home Ch. 2
Splatoon Manga x Strong! Isekai'd! Reader
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You head over to Shrimp Kicks first, needing to get yourself some more comfortable footwear. These cream basics obviously weren’t meant to be worn for long periods of time, and they definitely aren’t built for a wide variety of people. Looking around, you notice that the store isn’t quite like in the game, as in, it has all shoes available. It’s not just random daily. What a relief! You make your way to the counter to buy your ideal pair of footgear, sliding them on right after buying them, feeling a sort of comfort. It looks like the soles have some memory foam, so they’ll mold to your feet perfectly after a bit of use. Tapping the tip of the shoe on the ground to adjust it, you ready yourself for the next store. You find your favorite top and go to the changing room to swap it with the basic tee, relishing in the comfort of a new top. You were able to get it in your ideal size too, which makes it even more comfortable! Last stop is Cooler Heads, where you find your headgear closer to the back of the store. You put it on and adjust it, making it fit just right. You look at yourself in the full-length mirror before you.. Yeah, this is you now. This feels right.
And now you’re ready to face the battlefield.
You walk out of Booyah Base, adjusting your backpack and shifting your weapon from one hand to the other, (Sheldon was nice enough to give you an adjustable strap for it. You use the velcro on it to wrap around the weapon securing it, making it possible to wear it like a bag on your back or sling it over your shoulder for easy carrying. Or just giving you a more comfortable handle to hold it by, like you’re doing now. )
'There sure are a lot of inklings out at this time of day, huh? I guess right now is ideal game time?' Your gaze shifts toward the stage, and you see some movement. 'Or maybe there was an announcement that I missed? Ah, whatever.' But then you notice an inkling walking into Inkopolis Tower. All you caught was a blob of a black jacket and yellow-green ink, but something in the back of your mind made you want to go watch the battle about to go down. You told yourself it was just a good idea to see what other inklings may play like, or go check out unfamiliar stages, but you know that what you really wanted was to see a certain someone.
Rider.
Now, you’re not sure if you’ve been transported into the Splatoon game or the manga, so you’re gonna have to find out for yourself. You squeeze your way through the crowd, and the people around you seem to not care about personal space. Rude.
You quickly make your way to Arowana Mall's viewing area, pushing your way through the crowd and somehow managing to get a good seat. You waited eagerly on the sidelines, noticing your heartbeat rise.
‘Hey, calm down. It might not even be them.’ You took a breath in, trying to calm yourself. Which proved futile when you saw what color the ink was. Before you stood the idiotic members of team blue, and the stoic members of team Yellow-Green.
"Oh my cod, it's really him."
So, you are in the Splatoon manga.
Well, since you're here, you should probably admire Rider’s skill.
'He sure is strong up close. How heavy is that dynamo anyways?' You attempted to pick up a couple of weapons back at Ammo Knights earlier, feeling how comfortable the weight was and whatnot. The dynamo was one of the weapons you attempted to pick up and it was significantly heavier than you expected it to be.
“Focus!” You gently smack your cheeks, of course, you already know exactly how this battle goes, but you can focus on the parts that aren’t shown in the manga. You begin to analyze the Yellow-Green team since you see less of them compared to the Blue team.
‘Looks like the yellow-green team isn’t very good at getting every nook and cranny of turf, since they just focus on rushing in and filling their special gauges. Their spawn looks pretty miserable, to be honest. But with a strong player like Rider, that usually wouldn’t matter, if he can manage to keep his opponents in check.’
Realistically, the Yellow-Green team is more of a threat than the Blue team if you were to ever come into contact with them. The manga doesn’t go as in-depth on the other members and their play styles. Not to mention, they are still of higher rank than Team Blue.
“The Yellow-Green team has painted over 80% of the stage! Blue team is in trouble!” You hear Callie and Marie over the speakers, knowing that the tables are about to turn any second now. Ah, here comes Rider’s iconic line. It’s pretty cool hearing it firsthand, but it wasn’t as nice hearing the loud squealing of Rider’s fans beside you. Oh, time to shield your eyes. And yet the squeals get louder. You can only wonder why. You’re a little disappointed at Bamboo-chan when she asks Stealth-Kun if they’re allowed to move, hoping that they go through some eventual character development and begin to think for themselves. Rider must have drilled them with information beforehand.
You stand up out of your seat and give it to someone else, knowing exactly how the battle will end. You’d love to go say hi to Rider, but that’d be pretty weird. Or would it be?
‘He already has a lot of fans, so it shouldn’t be a big deal? Nah, I don’t wanna mess with the storyline.’
You find a table and bench off to the side and make yourself comfortable, making your own off-brand version of Army’s manual for fun. You make a little drawing of Rider and write some bullet points on the Yellow-green team that were missed in the manga. May as well get information while you can. You get bored and end up spending your time drawing other characters from memory. Once you’re done with some bust shots of the S4, you stretch your arms above your head and realize how late it’s gotten. You’re not quite tired yet, so you do a bit more Turf War. It’s a little frustrating that you’re stuck with a bunch of newbies, but hey, easy wins. The stages look quite different at night, and you can see the light pollution from Inkopolis Plaza no matter what stage you’re sent to. Pretty.
Now that your mind and body are exhausted, it’s time to go to- wait. You have nowhere to sleep. Carp. You look around, trying to find your best option. Looks like that bench from earlier might be your best bet. You heard that it’s pretty common for people to fall asleep on benches and stuff when trains stop transporting people for the night in Japan, so you figure this can’t be too bad. With your arms cradling your head for max comfort, which isn’t very much, you start to think before drifting off.
'Does this mean that this is the end of my dream? If I go to sleep here, will I wake back up in the real world? That sounds like such a drag. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.'
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tease
word count: 4.8k
description: where y/n has a little too much fun teasing harry on the dance floor.
warnings: daddy kink, slight mean dom! h, bdsm, smut, choking, collars, slight exhibition, humiliation, spitting, degradation, pet names, literally just pure filth
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You knew what you were doing. The extra hair shakes, body rolls, and lip bites dancing with your friends were unnecessary, and caused Harry to have to fix his pants multiple times while he watched you.
The last straw for Harry came when you began touching yourself over your dress, nipples poking through the expensive fabric. Harry knew you were enjoying the attention a bit too much, the little exhibitionist.
During a break between songs where you and your friends come back to the table for water, Harry pulled you into his lap, arm wrapping around you tightly. His lips go to your ear, nipping the lobe lightly before whispering,
"No talking once we leave here. When we get home you are to immediately go to the bedroom, strip, and wait."
Your heart stops for a second, before nodding adamantly and shakily inhaling. Harry takes notice of the way her hands tremble the next time she reaches for her glass, and he smirks. She has no idea what is in store for her.
You didn’t even want to be here at this point. Harry looked too fucking edible tonight. He chose to wear a deep royal blue fitted suit with white boots for no reason other than to make you sweat even more than he normally does. The way he’s sitting in the booth, conversing lightly with your friends’ partners and his security, but constantly having an eye on you. How he spreads his legs at all times wide enough so you’re able to slip between them whenever you want. How his hair has been growing out and it’s the perfect length to gather between your fingers and yank.
Finally, you are able to make a hasty goodbye, faking an early morning. You make a point to hug all of your friends, before finally making it back to Harry’s car.
Remembering the rules, your lips stay sealed. Your mind can’t help but wander so your fingers start picking at the ends of your dress before Harry notices, grabs one in his hand, and kisses a knuckle lightly. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, knowing that it’s been a while since you last did a scene and you’re a little nervous. His hand remains holding yours as you begin the drive back home, easily calming your anxiety.
Harry parks in the driveway and gets out of the car, coming around to your door.
“Shocker you could even remember to let me open your door, pet. Doesn’t seem like you care too much for your rules.” Harry tuts.
You swallow, nails digging into your palms to keep you from apologizing.
He takes your hand in his, delicately helping you out of the car. Guiding you with a hand on your low back to the front door, he pushes you in front of him lightly when he notices you shiver from the night air.
As soon as he unlocks the door, you take off your shoes, place them in the shoe rack by the door, and walk quickly into the bedroom.
Your mind still going a million miles a minute, you go the bathroom before stripping of your clothes and putting them in the hamper, making a mental note to do laundry tomorrow.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, your legs can’t help but tremble with excitement and nerves, a pool already forming between your legs. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what he is about to do to you.
About ten minutes go by before you hear the click of the door and you quickly try to fix any mistakes that you may have made in your posture while waiting for Harry. Keeping your head down, your hair flowing over your face, you hear footsteps approach the middle of the room.
Harry circles you a few times, before grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your face up to look him in the eyes, a gasp emitting from your lips.
Your eyes are already so glassy and doll-like, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red and just asking to be touched. Harry can't resist lovingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ears and giving you a short, sweet kiss on the lips before squeezing lightly on the chin still in his grasp.
"Do you know why you are in this position?"
You gulp and nod, remembering Harry‘s rule.
"Good girl. You may speak," Harry says, the praise making your stomach tighten and legs twitch.
"Thank you, Sir. I was being overly sexual and touching myself in public, Sir," You mewl out, incredibly turned on by the power exchange.
"Yeah, you were, weren't you?" Harry coos, voice mocking you and dripping with sarcasm. “Always have to have all eyes on you, have to have all the attention.”
Harry takes your chin and makes you nod your head exaggeratively at his words, mouth parting open as you stare directly in his eyes.
You can’t even breathe at this point. You had to be dripping onto the floor, but you can’t even focus on that right now. All you feel is harryharryharry.
His fingers move from your chin down to your throat, squeezing ever so lightly. Snapping out of it, you realize you never answered his question.
"Y-yes, Sir. I love the attention," You fumble out, the pressure on you throat making you almost dizzy with need.
“Do I not give you enough?” Harry asks, looking you directly in your eyes as he says this.
Your heart breaks a little at the look on his face and whimper out, “No, no, give me so much attention.”
“What? You just want more? You’re just a little slut who can never have enough, huh?” Harry says, hand leaving your throat and striking across your face once, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp. The sting that lingers is deliciously warm. The pink handprint contrasts your skin for just a moment and you almost moan at the thought.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m your little slut.”
Harry’s eyes close at this, teeth biting his lower lips as he exhales sharply. Fuck, how does he deserve this. His cock twitches and he lightly moves a hand down to squeeze it slightly, catching your eyes following him.
He squats down, the contrast of his full suit and muscular body to your small frame making your head spin. “I think you’ve forgotten just who the fuck you’re dating, Y/N.”
His right hand grabs your cheeks, rings scratching your jaw lightly, before squishing them together. Taking the hint, you open up your mouth, sticking your tongue out as he spits directly onto it.
Your eyes slip close, head tilting back lightly. Yes, yes, yes, this is exactly what you needed. To be disrespected and treated like a doll, to be used like this. Your pussy clenched around nothing, hips fighting against grinding on the floor.
Harry catches onto this, laughing at you.
“Oh, puppy. Are you really that worked up over me spitting on you?” He questions, laughing. The humiliation colors your face pink before he lets your cheeks go, leaving his thumb resting on your bottom lip. Pushing down lightly, he leans forward slightly over you, keeping that pretty red mouth open and waiting for him.
A long line of spit falls the short distance from his mouth into yours, this time a whimper escapes you as soon as you feel it pool onto your tongue. He was giving you himself, he was giving you everything you needed.
This time, your hips do buck up, but Harry puts a stop to that immediately. In a matter of seconds, his hips are pinned to yours on the rug, your wrists locked above his head in one of his hands while the other continues to touch your mouth.
His thumb plays with your bottom row of teeth, lightly tracing them, before hooking onto your jaw and pulling you closer up to him.
He presses a teasing kiss to your panting mouth, whispering,
“I don’t know if you deserve my cock, Y/N. You were a nasty thing out there tonight, would’ve let anyone get behind you and have their way with you.” This was a lie. Harry would be damned if he didn’t fuck you tonight, and you knew this. But god did it make it so much hotter when he talked to you like this.
“No, Daddy, all yours, I’m yours, please,” You beg, trying to lean in to kiss him.
Harry places his thumb back in your mouth and pushes down slightly on your tongue, gagging you. Your eyes water as you try and suppress it and suck his thumb deeper into your mouth.
He has a look on his eyes you’ve only seen Daddy have, a look that shakes you down to the very core of your being. He’s mad.
“You will take what I give you. Filthy fucking slut always getting her way. On the bed, head on the pillows, arms above your head and legs splayed out," he commands. You scramble off the ground to get into the position he wanted on the plush bed.
Harry had to remind himself to breathe in situations like this. Not because he was really that angry about you showing off or trying to kiss him, obviously he loved the attention as well and you both knew it was just to set the other person off. But because of how ethereal you looked. Hair splayed out on the pillow, miles and miles of beautiful bare skin, completely open and vulnerable and his to use. That power trip made his head spin almost as much as yours did.
Stripping himself of his suit, he leaves his white tank top and black briefs on, silver cross necklace dangling between his swallows. Grabbing some velcro straps, handcuffs, and one of his ties, just in case, he makes his way over to you.
“Are you going to listen to me, pet? I’d hate for you to not be able to touch me,” Harry fake pouts, laughing at you when you push your hands and feet deeper into then mattress. Sliding himself between your legs, he leaves a few inches of space between your aching clit and his bulge, your head falling back as you realize what’s about to happen.
Harry lightly moves his fingers down your chest, watching your breathing pick up. Goosebumps follow his movements, but you try your best to fight against arching your back into him. One hand finds a nipple and lightly teases the bud, playing with it using an index finger while his other scratches up and down your sides lightly.
"Because of that little stunt of yours, I think you deserve to be teased, don't you?" Harry rhetorically asks, pinching your nipple harshly at the last words.
You moan out and buck your hips before you’re able to spit out,
"Yes, Sir, whatever you think."
"I quite like the sound of that, whatever I think. Who's in charge here, darling? Why don’t you remind Daddy?"
He stares you directly in the eyes while saying this, a mocking confused look on his face.
“Y-You are, Daddy, you’re always in charge."
“Mm. That’s right. So you’re not just a dumb little plaything after all.”
Not even giving you time to think, Harry slips two fingers into your open mouth, allowing you to start going to work on wetting his fingers.
While you calmed down sucking on his fingers, Harry could barely fucking look at you. Licking his two fingers like your life depended on it, gagging and not even allowing yourself time to breathe before continuing on wetting them. He tests this theory, waiting for you to take a breath in before pinching your nose and pushing down ever so lightly on your tongue with his two fingers. Holding his breath in time with you, he slowly counts to five in his head before releasing your nose and pulling his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to lick up the line of spit hanging between the two.
“Fuck, so good for me. There’s my doll.”
Gasping and eyes watering, your head chases his fingers for a second before his other hand grabs you by the throat and pushes you into the mattress. His fingers wrap around it almost completely, and you can feel him shaking with need. Eyes rolling into the back of your head as you swallow against him, he smacks you lightly to bring you back.
“Eyes up here. Don’t make me remind you again.”
Removing his hand, he trails down your stomach, scratching lightly on the sensitive skin. When he reaches your inner thigh, he pulls back his hand and slaps the skin, a loud noise filling the room.
Y/N chokes on a gasp and whimpers out,
“Collar, please, collar."
Harry smirks and removes his hand, going through their bag again and coming out with a thick leather collar, a strap attached to it.
Clipping it on the squirming submissive, he slides two fingers into the ring and tugs harshly, thriving off of the angelic noises emanating from his girl.
“‘S that better, puppy? Need to feel owned, huh?” He coos, tightening the leather around your neck.
“Yes, sir,” You exhale, swallowing thickly to feel the pressure against your throat.
“Thought so.” He whispered, letting go of the collar and moving to sit between your legs.
Your breath hitches as he starts lying kisses against your ribs.
“You better keep your hands and legs where they are, Y/N. Don’t make me have to keep you tied up.”
His words are in one ear out the other at this point, attention focusing on the way his lips move when he talks, how his rings send shivers up your thighs and directly into your core.
Harry scoots downwards on the bed, breath fanning against you as you force yourself not to buck up.
“Fuck, baby, you’re absolutely dripping,” Harry groans, tongue ever so lightly poking out to taste you.
“Please Daddy, please, please, I’ll be so good,” You cry out, just wanting to feel him.
He grins up at you, pressing a kiss lightly to the side of your lips, moving outwards to suck a bruise into the juncture of your hip and thigh.
A groan of frustration leaves you as your legs start shaking, clenching around nothing and barely breathing at this point.
A smack against your right ass cheek forces you to inhale, focusing on Harry once more.
“None of that. Tell me, who is in charge?”
“You are.” Another smack lands on you, same placement as before.
“Who decides what you receive?”
“You do, Daddy.” Another. This time on your left side, a whimper escaping as you arch your back into it.
"Your safewords are?"
You are quick to respond, spitting out,
"Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green is good."
"What's your color?"
"Green, so green, please, Daddy, please," you blubber, making Harry shush you softly.
Harry leans forward this time, fingers going into the D ring again. Leaning directly over you, hair falling into your eyes, he whispers, “Who’s my little fucktoy?”
“Fuck, Daddy, I am. Please. I’ll be such a good girl.”
“You will, won’t you? Because Daddy just likes to give in to whatever his babygirl wants, yeah? No, not tonight, baby.”
He gets off of you all of a sudden, standing up and going to sit in the large leather chair in the corner of the room.
You lay there dumbfounded until he says, “Well? Come here and kneel in front of me.”
Rolling off the bed on shaky legs, you crawl over to him, and god help him if that image ever left his mind.
You sit between his legs, hands neatly folded in your lap as you stare directly at his crotch, the outline of him very present.
“Up.” Harry commands, and your eyes snap to his face uncontrollably, your body seeming to answer faster than your brain could.
“Aren’t you just a pretty little puppy? Crawling over to come help your Daddy out, hmm?”
He leans forward, and you think he’s about to kiss you before you feel his spit land on your cheek.
His fingers move the saliva into your mouth, eyes locked on yours as he says, “Well go on, get me out.”
You whimper softly before trailing your hands along his happy trail, snapping the waistband against his skin lightly, before grabbing onto the briefs a and pulling them down his legs. Your mouth drops automatically as his cock pops up and slaps him in the stomach.
Harry had the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Not only was it fucking huge, it was so thick, filled you up to the point where you could see him through your stomach, and fuck did that turn the both of you on. His mushroom tip was a bright red, slightly damp with his precum, and the few veins you loved to lick already popping up.
You looked up at him again, hands massaging his thighs as you asked,
“Can I please suck you off, Daddy?”
“That’s all your good for isn’t it? Let me use that pretty mouth, doll face.”
Your tongue falls out immediately, licking the underside of his head, before taking the tip in your mouth and lightly suckling on it, eyes glued to Harry’s.
“Fuck, princess. Go on, get me all nice and wet for you.”
Your tongue immediately starts to lick him from base to tip, making sure to point your tongue and follow along the bulging veins going up his shaft. You spend extra time giving him the lightest of kitten licks at his top, knowing how mad that drove him.
“Fucking hell, baby. God, Y/N, so fucking good for me,” Harry groans, head leaning back against the chair for support.
His hips start to lightly buck up until your mouth, and you reach your nails up to scratch his laurels, knowing that little bite of pain was only adding fuel to the fire.
He takes your hair in his fist, wrapping it around his knuckles once before pulling you down onto his cock, the gagging noise you made making him that much harder.
“What a good little slut,” He groans, punctuating his words with a thrust into your mouth.
“Arms back,” He orders, and you immediately put your arms behind your back, wrists grabbing your elbows.
You hollow out your cheekbones and Harry just about dies in his chair, hand reaching up to squish your cheeks together even more, feeling himself in your mouth from the outside.
He lets out a guttural moan, the sound going straight to your clit. Your hips buck up to try and get some friction, and Harry notices immediately, pulling you off him. Letting out large pants, you lean forward, eager to have him back in your mouth, but a quick slap to the face stuns you for a few seconds, slightly slipping into that fuzzy space you sometimes get to.
“None of that. Yes?”
“Yes, yes sir, please let me have you, please,” You gasp out spit dripping from your mouth onto your thighs, eyes red rimmed and tear tracks running down your face.
Harry can’t say no to you looking like that. He feeds his tip back to you lightly, only allowing you to take half of him in your mouth.
“Eyes up.” He pauses to wait for you to look at him, a whimper from you sending vibrations through his cock.
“Aren’t you just a gorgeous little puppy for me, hmm? Doing just what Daddy tells her to.”
You whimper loudly around him, thighs shaking as your pussy clenches around nothing.
“Fuck,” Harry laughs. “Are you that desperate to cum that you could get off just from me talking to you?”
You look up at him and nod, knowing he has before.
Before you can even think, Harry has picked you up and sat you on his lap with your back facing him, his cock rubbing against your folds.
“Fuck,” Harry drawls our, “You’re dripping, baby. What a good girl you’ve been so far, letting Daddy do what he wants.”
You can’t help but try and grind against him, head falling onto his chest as you cry out,
“Please Daddy, please fuck me. I’ve been so good, please.”
He reaches an arm around and brings a hand to your throat, holding your neck against him, while the other goes around and splays his hand on your stomach, pinning you to his chest.
This was one of Harry’s favorite positions. You couldn’t do anything but just take what he was giving you, completely give yourself up to him and let him use you.
“Have you? I don’t know about that, moppet.” His left arm trails down your stomach before going down and beginning to lightly play with your clit, tracing the lightest of circles directly on top of it.
“Fuck, thank you daddy, thank you, thank you.” He gasp out, arms gripping the edges of the chair.
He moves his middle finger down to dip into you slightly, collecting your moisture on the tip of his finger and pulling it up to his mouth, licking it clean off. He tilts your head to the side, giving you a filthy open mouthed kiss, all tongue and heavy breathing, Harry feeling as if he’s fucking you with his mouth right now.
All of a sudden, he pinches your clit harshly, a shocked gasp escaping you as he begins rubbing quickly, legs immediately starting to quiver on top of him.
Pulling your neck back farther, he growls into your ear,
“If you want me to even touch you for the rest of the night, you will cum right now. Right fucking now. Cum on my fucking fingers.”
A high pitched moan leaves you as you hopelessly grind down on him, cumming as soon as he says the word. Your chest heaves as he works you through your orgasm.
“There’s my good little slut. Finally following orders, huh?” Harry gasps out, thighs flexing with restraint.
“Yes, sir,” You cry out, feeling his tip press against your entrance.
He lifts you up by your hips before slamming you down onto him, taking him to the hilt.
“Fuck!” You scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you immediately start rocking your hips back and forth, the pressure on your clit almost unbearable.
Harry moves his hand from your throat onto the D ring, fingering the loop and pulling it in time with his thrusts, the pressure making your head swarm and feel as if you’re in a dream.
“Needy girl,” he grits into your ear, fucking up into you at a slow, steady pace.
“Only for you, Daddy,” you cry, turning your head to the side to suck a mark into Harry’s neck.
You feel the vibrations from his moan against your tongue and you whimper slightly, his thrusts starting to fill you up more and more.
“You’re so tight for me, fuck, puppy, all for me, yeah?”
“All for you, God you’re so big,” You moan out, keeping your face in his neck to focus on breathing.
His cock fits so snugly inside of you, it truly feels as if you were made for each other. With another thrust, he hits a spot inside of you the two of you are far too familiar with, a sharp cry ripping itself from your vocal chords as he begins mercilessly fucking up into you.
Pulling the ring forward, Harry forces your eyes to the ceiling, other hand reaching down to rub your clit.
“I’ll show you what a little attention whore deserves. I’ll treat you like the dirty slut you are, only here to please ME, aren’t you? I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, who gets to fuck you like this, til you’re just a dumb little puppy.”
You begin to thrash on him, shaking with the need to come that he releases his grip on your throat to hold you in place against him. In doing so, he presses on your stomach and you scream, crying out and vision going black for a second.
“Fuck, you like that, baby? That I’m so deep inside you can feel me in your little tummy. Reminds you that you’re my cum slut, just wants to be filled by her Daddy.”
“Daddy, please,” You gasp out, hands going around to wrap around his neck, whole body shaking.
“Please can I cum, please, please,” You gasp, unable to do anything but have a vice grip on him while you try not to come.
Harry leans down and bites on your neck, groaning loudly right on your pulse point as he fucks faster into you, hitting your G-spot every single time.
“You’re so fucking tight around me, goddamn babygirl, fuck, cum. Cum right now.”
He slaps your clit harshly, left hand going back to tighten around your throat, tilting your head up and spitting into your mouth. The majority of it ends up on your cheek and you cum.
Fuck, do you cum. Your body feels like it’s not even yours at this point, pleasure flooding every single particle in your body, mind going blank as you loll your head back onto his chest. Your legs shake so much you feel as if you are vibrating head to toe, tits bouncing freely and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
Harry has never seen you like this, grinding so quickly on his cock, throat tilted back making the most primal of sounds.
He pistons his hips and cums shortly after you, releasing a deep groan into your ear.
Your body goes limp around him, but continuing to clench around him, tiny gasps coming from your parted lips.
Harry pulls his head off the back of the chair and grabs your face to get a good look at you.
Hair messy, mascara everywhere, eyes rolled into the back of your head with spit covering your chin, you looked like an angel.
“Fuck, princess,” Harry moans, thrusting lightly inside of you.
You whimper lightly at his movement and he takes the hint, pulling out. Turning you around to face him, he lifts you up and places you softly on the bed, a cool towel already on the nightstand ready.
He takes his time wiping you down, starting at your face and making his way to your aching pussy, lightly patting the area.
He glances up at your facial expressions, and upon seeing a blissful smile, licks into you, tongue gliding against your walls.
Harry tastes himself on you and groans into you, taking his time making you cum once more, before coming to lay down next to you, wiping his face off.
“What a good girl you were, so good for me, weren’t you Y/N?” He whispers, lightly stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.
This was the closest thing to heaven you were ever going to get. You felt like you were on cloud nine, body buzzing with adrenaline and brain feeling like mush. Harry was so good at taking care of you in this state, and that made you want to come to more than anything else.
While Harry lightly kisses your parted lips, cheeks, and forehead, your head nuzzles into his hand, eyes fluttering a little bit.
“Hi sweet girl,” He smiles, eyes full of nothing but adoration and love. He idolized you. He worshipped
you.
“Hi Daddy,” you mumble, pursing your lips for a kiss.
He happily obliges, kissing you very sweetly, knowing you were very sensitive right now.
“Do you need anything? Wanna take a nice warm bath, baby?” Harry asks, nuzzling his nose with yours, his playfulness causing you to finally open your eyes fully.
“Hug?” you mumble, and Harry let’s out all of his air at your simple question.
“Of course, little one. C’mere, we’ll have a nice long snuggle and then we go pee and clean up.”
He pulls you under the covers with him, wrapping his arms fully around you so you’re being pushed against his chest, his head resting on yours.
You kiss lightly along his neck, just trying to calm down from what just happened.
“How you feeling, lover? Awfully quiet in m’ arms,” Harry questions, kissing the top of your head and adjusting you to look up at him.
“So good. Just a lot. I’m sorry for doing that tonight. Just wanted you.” You mumble, fingers playing with your hair.
“Hey, none of that, it’s okay Y/N. I was trying to rile you up too. Why’d I wear one of my suits out on a night off?”
Your nose scrunches and you bite his pec lightly, Harry releases a loud laugh at this.
The two of you lay there just holding each other for quite a bit before you mumble out,
“Bath time?”
Harry smiles at you, kissing your forehead for a few seconds.
“‘Course. Let’s go hop in.”
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A/N ahhhhh okay hi i’m lana this is my first tumblr smut kinda thing, i hope you like it !!! i’m super new to this so please be patient, but i’d love some requests !!! long fics, one shots, blurbs, i’m down for it all. also love mgg, criminal minds, and a whole lotta other fandoms so i’m opening to writing those too.
#harry styles#harry styles smut#daddy harry styles#mean dom h#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fic#harry styles x reader#dom harry styles#choking
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Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)
Day Thirty-one, Side A: Ostentatious
A/N: the final chapter :( i wanted to thank everyone who read either one chapter or all of them, it means so much. especially when i didn’t update for days at a time lol. i always knew what i wanted to do for the last chapter. this is a sequel to “for as long as you’re with me (or until my mama picks me up)” which takes place ten years after the original story ends. i’m posting it here and separately as an addition to the series. hope you enjoy :)
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When Kurt was thirty-two, he pulled into a lake house in North Carolina.
Victoria was asleep in the backseat, her tiny three year old body propped up in her car seat. Blaine was asleep next to him, his head resting between the window and his shoulder. Kurt shook his arm lightly without taking his eyes off the gravel road. “Blaine, we’re here. Wake up.”
Blaine rose out of sleep slowly, stretching as much as he could in the confines of the rental car. He sat up and turned to Kurt. There was a reddened print from the seat belt adorably marking his face. “Where are my glasses?”
“Glove compartment,” Kurt said. He made a sharp turn right, which took them a bit closer to the water, where their rental house was.
Blaine smiled to himself and adjusted his frames. “Thank you. Oh, it’s so gorgeous.”
And it was. As they pulled into the gravel driveway, the house and the lake came into view. The sun shone down on the dark blue water and made it glisten. The brick pathway turned into a wooden one the closer it got to the lake, complete with a covered pier. The cottage itself was enclosed by trees and flowers. It seemed big from the outside, far too big for their family of three. There was a deck that swept over an entire side of the house, complete with two rocking chairs. An American flag lapped against the wind by the front door.
Kurt turned the key and practically ran out of the car, walking a bit to stretch his legs and cringing at the loud pops of his bones. God, he was getting old.
He watched from a distance as his husband pulled Victoria from the car, her sleeping body limp against his chest. Blaine seemed to speak softly to her, pointing at the lake and a small swing set. She gave a small nod, and her head lolled back onto his shoulder.
“Should I grab some bags?” Kurt called from his spot. He took a deep breath, and his nose tingled from the husky scent of the wood and water and smoke. Someone was grilling something.
“Let’s just check the place out first!” Blaine whisper-yelled back. “Then we can put this one down for a nap.”
The cottage was a high open concept, so big it shouldn’t even be considered a cottage. Blaine went to lay their daughter down while Kurt wandered aimlessly throughout the house. It was all wood, the same color top to bottom. It was honestly super ugly, but they were only staying a few days. Victoria’s first vacation that wasn’t in New York or to her grandparent’s house.
He was looking out across the water from the deck when he heard the sliding door creak open. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” He asked without turning around.
Blaine hummed in agreement from behind him. “Tori’s gonna be out for a while. You wanna go on a walk?” He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle. When he spoke again, his chin pressed against his shoulder. “Or we could stay inside and do other stuff.”
Kurt turned around so they would be facing each other,
looking at Blaine with a small smirk. “Other stuff?”
“Like sex stuff.” Blaine fumbled with the buttons of Kurt’s open cardigan, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Kurt’s laugh turned into a soft sigh when Blaine began sucking on the skin just below his jawline. After nearly a decade of being together, Blaine knew just how much that spot drove him crazy.
“Like what?” Blaine asked innocently, taking small kitten licks at his neck. His hands started moving down to Kurt’s jeans, teasing around his belt.
Kurt pulled him in for a kiss, sweet and slow. Blaine completely curved into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. They pressed into each other, Kurt’s back against the wooden railing.
They pulled away, foreheads resting together. When Blaine smiled, Kurt felt his lips curve up against his.
“You should go on a walk,” Kurt whispered practically into his mouth. “I’ll have dinner ready when you get back.”
His husband looked up at him. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah.” When Blaine hesitated, Kurt laughed and pushed him gently forward. “Go ahead.”
Kurt watched him leave and walk down the pebble path that trailed around the entire lake. Far off in the water, a group of teens splashed around in the water, a few of them laying on inflatable tubes. The sun was in the midpoint between setting and bright.
While Blaine was gone, Kurt decided to bring all of their bags into the house. He put their clothes away (it was too hot to wear the few sweaters and pairs of cabin socks Blaine had brought) and slid the suitcases into the closet. Victoria woke up from her nap not much later, full of energy. They swung on the swing set for a while and Kurt looked across the lake for any sight of Blaine.
“You wanna help Daddy with dinner?” Kurt asked, stopping the swing. Victoria whipped her head around, curly brown hair swishing behind her and falling over her shoulder.
“Yes!” She squealed, hopping off the screen and racing back towards the house, completely forgetting about the swing. Kurt chased after her, too concerned that she may fall. The girl was a total handful, and he was already dreading how she would be when she grew up.
Victoria did more dancing and singing than cooking. She and Kurt sang along to eighties hits on the TV, turning the volume up so high it could be heard from outside the house. He was wearing a ‘kiss the cook’ apron he had found in one of the drawers. It was absolutely hideous and stained but Kurt couldn’t help but put it on.
He was spooning broccoli onto a plate when the front door opened and shut, Blaine setting his set of keys in the kitchen counter. He said something, but it wasn’t loud enough to cut through the sound of the Thompson Twins harmonizing.
“Tori!” Kurt yelled. “Turn that off please!” He switched off the gas stove and moved to take off the apron, when Blaine swatted his hand away and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck.
“Stop that, it’s cute,” he said, swaying them back and forth.
Kurt rolled his eyes yet smiled. “It’s gross.” He spun Blaine around during the instrumental section of “Hold Me Now” like it was their wedding night. They laughed, hearty and loud.
Blaine leaned forward and kissed him, short and sweet. “Well I like the instructions it gives.” He looked up at Kurt, tracing the words with his finger.
“You’re such a dork,” he shook his head and smiled. And Blaine was giving him that look, the one that made arousal unfurl in his stomach and the blood rush to his face.
And Blaine knew it. He gave him that look all throughout dinner, even sucking the sauce off his finger in a way that was dirty and deliberate. They washed dishes as a family like they usually did, even if it dissolved into a soap war when Victoria splashed Kurt with soapy water.
Blaine cleaned the floors and Kurt gave their daughter a bath quickly. When he closed the door to her room for the week behind him, the lights were off in the living room and kitchen, replaced by various candles that mixed scents in the room. His husband sat on the black leather couch and turned to him, his hair washed from his gel and curled.
“What’s this?” Kurt sat on the couch and tucked his feet under him, accepting the glass of wine Blaine had poured. The gas fireplace sat aglow.
Blaine shrugged. “I just love you is all.” And even after all this time, the three words still made Kurt’s heart swell.
“I love you too,” he murmured, setting his and Blaine’s glasses down and crowding his space, kissing him silent.
Blaine threw himself back onto the couch and pulled Kurt on top of him, opening his mouth so he could lick into the heat of it. It was constant, the rocking of Blaine’s hips under him and the helpless whine that made Kurt’s lips buzz.
He slid his hand under Blaine’s shirt to feel the taut skin underneath, flicking his nipples swiftly and reveling in the moan that followed.
“Kurt…” Blaine’s hands roamed to the curve of his ass, pushing him forward so their erections pressed together in a dirty suggestion of what they could be doing. “Fuck me.”
Kurt groaned and pushed him further into the couch cushions, rocking forward and cupping his cheek with his free hand. The softness of the moment cooled them down, and Blaine curled into the touch. It was only when Kurt heard the sound of his belt being undone that he sat up. The look on Blaine’s face was nearly comical, eyes going wide with confusion.
“I’m not having sex on a leather couch, especially one that isn’t ours.” He laughed. When he led Blaine back to the master bedroom, his back peeled off the couch with a sound like velcro. They’d have to pick up their clothes from the hallway later.
They laid in the hammock after peeling themselves out of bed, laying half on top of each other in their briefs and a thin blanket. The moon shone against the water and the stars twinkled in the black sky.
“The people next door have a Lambo,” Blaine hummed into Kurt’s bare chest. “They parked it right in the front yard.”
“How ostentatious,” he said, chuckling softly. They listened to the quiet sounds of the nature around them; the crickets and frogs in the trees and wind rustling the oak leaves above them. It was still hot, not as much as it had been in the afternoon. Kurt swung them back and forth with his foot digging into the dirt below them.
“Do you have any regrets?” Blaine asked suddenly, causing Kurt’s heart to stop. “I mean, if you could, would you go back and do anything differently.”
Kurt could barely form the question. “What’s this about?” His mind was racing to every possible bad situation; Blaine wanted a divorce, he had a secret lover, he had killed someone. A few of them seemed worse than the others.
“My dad called.”
“Oh,” Kurt felt the fear slip out of his body. “What did he want?”
“He wanted to see Victoria, he said he missed me,” Blaine explained in a quiet voice, edged with apprehension.
“He can see her on Instagram.” Kurt couldn’t help the venom that dripped from the sentence. Mr. Anderson had been nothing but rude to not only Kurt for as long as he could remember, but his own son too. He remembered having to console Blaine the day after his wedding when his dad hadn’t shown up. For all he cared,
Mr. Anderson didn’t deserve to see his granddaughter.
Blaine sighed and sat up a bit further on Kurt’s chest. “That’s not really the point, honey.” His voice sounded thick, and Kurt intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand.
“He missed me. And, I don’t know, shouldn’t I give him a second chance?”
“But the things he’s said to you Blaine. The things he’s said to me.”
There was a pregnant silence after that.
After they went public with their relationship in their early twenties, David Anderson became even more cold and harsh that he was when they were teens. They didn’t talk about it often, but Blaine would mention how hard it was to live with him. The screaming, the fights, the insults dripping with homophobia. It was a unanimous decision between them and the Hummels to not engage with Mr. Anderson unless it was necessary. Blaine had agreed, but Kurt knew it had to hurt.
“Some people don’t deserve a second chance,” Kurt grumbled after a while.
“He’s my father, Kurt!”
Blaine threw his arms out at that, the force of it tipping the hammock and sending the two of them sprawling onto the hard dirt ground.
“Oh my God, Blaine!” Kurt sat up immediately, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in his side. “Honey, are you okay?”
Blaine was laying still on his side, unmoving. Kurt’s blood ran cold. They had fallen pretty hard from a solidly high distance. Kurt crawled over to his husband, tears threatening to spill from his eyes when he still didn’t move.
“Blaine, please get up,” Kurt cried. It was too late to go for help, and holy shit, he had just killed his husband…
And then he heard laughter, and Blaine moved as if he were shivering.
Blaine sat up, tears spilling from his eyes as he laughed. He touched his head gingerly and winced. “Ow,” he groaned. Kurt could’ve passed out. But he started crying instead.
“Oh, Kurt.” Blaine pulled him closer, holding him in his arms.
In hindsight, Kurt felt a bit embarrassed about crying over a three foot fall. But it was the first time in a long time that he thought he had actually lost Blaine. And the emptiness from it terrified it just as much as it did the first time.
“Shh, Kurt. I’m okay,” Blaine said through a chuckle, kissing him on the forehead. Kurt gripped his shirt like it was the only thing holding him to the earth. “We’re okay.”
Blaine and Kurt went inside shortly after that, with the latter demanding Blaine should hold a bag of frozen peaches to his head. They fell asleep at nearly one in the morning after checking on Victoria and dusting dirt off their pajamas.
Kurt awoke with a jolt, sitting up to find the other side of the bed empty. The sun was just beginning to peek out from the horizon, a soft yellow glow in the window.
He slipped on a pair of slides and dragged a blanket with him outside onto the deck, stretching his arms over his head. Most of the lights in the other lake houses were off, and the only other person he saw was a woman walking a small dog. Until he caught his husband’s eye down at the dock.
It sometimes hit Kurt like a wave how handsome Blaine was, even from far away. His hair wasn’t his usual morning bird’s nest, combed down and contained just enough for Kurt to know he had brushed it. His muscles popped out of the thin long sleeve shirt he slept in, and when he smiled, his brown eyes crinkled.
“Awwh, Blaine!” Kurt gasped, looking down at the scene in front of him.
“Okay, okay,” Blaine stepped in front of him and adjusted his glasses. “Remember when we went out on our first date as boyfriends?”
“You mean when we got breakfast after I jumped you in your own apartment? Yes I do,” he grinned, already knowing where this was going.
Blaine nodded. “Right, and we went to that crappy diner and when I got steak and eggs you got—”
“Cheesecake,” Kurt pointed at the New York Style cheesecake sitting on a checkered blanket, raspberries and mint leaf sitting perfectly on top. “You made me cheesecake?”
Blaine’s smile faltered only slightly. “Um. Well about that. I tried to, I had the recipe and everything. And then I forgot the cheesecake dish at home.” Ah, so that was why Blaine seemed so freaked out when he looked through the bag of food after they left. “So I ordered one.”
“It’s perfect,” Kurt whispered and sat down at the edge of the dock, legs swinging over the edge.
“You’re my family, Kurt. You and Tori,” Blaine said as he sat down next to him. “I don’t need anything else. I just need you two.” He pulled a bottle of champagne and two glasses from behind him, pouring way too much.
Kurt opened his arms and wrapped them both in his blanket, cheesecake forgotten. For now. “Here’s to ten years of us.”
“More like twenty-five, if you include those years of pining,” Kurt interjected, much to Blaine’s chagrin.
“Fine, ten years of marriage,” he knocked against Kurt’s shoulder. “And to ten more.”
He looked down, feigning shock. “Only ten?”
Blaine just rocked forward and kissed Kurt’s cheek. “Happy anniversary, Kurt.” he smiled and took a sip of champagne, curling into his side and looking out across the water. There was nothing. more to say, not for now. They had everything they needed.
#tan lines and tan hands#glee#klaine fic#blaine anderson#kurt hummel#this was so fun to write#i missed writing this version of these characters#they’re so cute
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We’ll Come Back To This Later - a drabble
synopsis: ravi and mina reminisce during a quick trip to the convenience store.
words: 1.8k
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It was afternoon—aggressively afternoon, to Mina’s discomfort. An amber overcast hung in the room, the brightness of the oncoming dusk worsening her screen-induced headache, coating the walls in a dark, ugly brown color. The house had been unlively all weekend. Mina somehow managed to make being curled up on the couch on her phone under a blanket the core of her day, drifting in and out of naps as an intermission, and now the anxiousness she’d been able to suppress from the morning came creeping back up her stomach and into her throat, making her queasy. She prayed for a thump, a crash, a holler—for any cause to direct her restlessness towards. She was answered with a trail of footsteps coming from the end of the hallway, footsteps she immediately recognized as Ravi’s. His steps had weight, a clunk to them, and she could hear keys jingling somewhere on him, a melody she’d lately become quite familiar with. It meant he had somewhere to be. He had no time anymore for his steps to be soft, muffled by socks and dragging pajama pants, to be eager and willing to waste the day along with her like they used to. After all, being a college student was a great responsibility. He had much greater goals to pursue than correctly predicting the outcome of some contrived competition show or seeing how many shortbread cookies they could eat before one of them got sick. He’d just been way too busy for any of that anymore, for her, she thought.
Unbeknownst to her, Ravi had picked up on a shift in her own nature too. He’d noticed that he was now able to spend an evening alone in his room without her coming in to assert her presence, completely unprovoked. Whenever he saw her she looked pensive and uneasy. Instead of letting anything and everything she’d thought or felt throughout the day fall out of her mouth whenever Ravi seemed to her, ready to listen, she now barely said anything.
When she’d first moved in with him and his mom, her Aunt Reese, they were both tiny, stout and sticky little kids, both wary and hesitant to give way to being in each other’s space. The awkward period of adjustment was made easy because of Ravi. All it took was one kind gesture from him and she was stuck to him like wet taffy, and despite the expected begrudging of a nine-year-old boy whose main focus was to be cool, he still let her. Soon enough he did it without any grief, and for a while they were close, having composed a rhythm between one another that worked perfectly for them. But for the past few months she felt like the world had been spinning backwards, except now she felt even more unfamiliar around him than she did before.
Though she’d gotten the action she wanted, as Ravi approached she remained frozen underneath her blanket, scrolling through social media posts she’d already seen hours ago. She heard his clunking and jingling stop somewhere across from her near the kitchen.
“Hey,” she heard him call to her. She feigned sleepiness, clumsily sitting up and dramatically squinting her eyes against the invading sunset, then at him.
“I’m going to the store, did you wanna come?”
“Huh?” she made her voice a little hoarse, pretending to not have heard him. Ravi fought against rolling his eyes.
“I said I’m going to the store. Do you wanna come?” he enunciated, fishing out the keys in his pocket. Mina’s eyes filled out as she quickly shook off her “sleep”, gently swinging her feet from the couch to the floor.
“Yeah, sure,” she hid the long awaited relief in her face by staring at the floor. Ravi nodded and headed out the door, expecting Mina to follow. She hurried from the couch, sliding on a pair of makeshift slippers from the pool of shoes left by the door, the heels of what used to be sneakers welded down partly for easy access, and partly as a result of Mina’s laziness. Out the door she was faced immediately with the burning, setting sun, Ravi’s form eclipsing. She heard more unplaced jingling as another form blackened by the sun’s shadow flew into her field of vision, nearly hitting her in the face if she hadn’t caught it.
“Lock the door,” Ravi said.
“You almost fucking hit me,” Mina did as she was told. She skittered down the porch steps to catch up with him as he started down the road without her.
“You’re not driving?”
“I just meant the corner store,”
“Oh.”
The neighborhood looked like a savanna. Houses, street signs, and trees were all plastered black against an orange sky. Mina felt a hundred lengths shorter than Ravi while walking next to him, him providing the perfect protection and coolness underneath his shade. When Mina thought of being younger, this is what was usually in her head. The outside, the pavement slowly scrolling underneath her feet, and Ravi somewhere in her periphery. Jun was usually there too. An excited buzzing in her belly. No aim, no plan, no destination, but somehow their day always ended up being full. She tried not to think about how different it felt standing next to him now, how much faster he seemed to walk, how much greater an indent his steps seemed to make. Maybe it was all in her head, she thought. She felt like a fly that had latched onto his arm unnoticed.
It was quiet between them for a long time aside from the crunching of loose asphalt and the occasional passing car. The constant birring of someone cutting their grass baselined their silence. The sort of desperate panic that she often felt when trying to keep a conversation with someone, when trying to keep someone interested, when trying not to upset someone, rose up in her, a feeling she never recalled ever having felt around Ravi. Instead of saying anything her jaw clenched tighter.
Ravi inhaled through his nose and turned, looking her up and down.
“How did your shoes end up like that?” he asked, the corners of his mouth edging toward his ears.
“What?” Her head swung from one side of her body to the other and she kicked a heel up, a shoe nearly flying off. She smacked her lips.
“It’s more comfortable,”
He looked her up and down again, at the dingy t-shirt that was swallowing her upper half and the childish pajama bottoms she’d been wearing since the night before, and strands of hair that were crossed every which way into some kind of up-do, grinning wider.
“You look unloved, Mina,” he dramaticized, trying to make it clear he was joking.
“Wow, can you leave me alone, maybe?” Mina smiled, Ravi’s laughter easing her a little. Normally him laughing at her was one of the things that agitated her the easiest.
“Why are you fully dressed for the corner store anyway?” Genuinely, she wanted to know. It was the first time she’d been honest with him in a while. He got quiet, watching his shadow float with him. She could feel him slowing down to match her pace.
“I was gonna go see Jun later,”
“All that for Jun?” she thought but didn’t say.
“It’s just Jun,” she grinned up at him, softening her delivery. Ravi responded with another laugh, this time in the way that irritated her, like there was something he knew that she didn’t. They were a block away from the store now, and the light around them began to fade. The silence between them returned for the next block.
“Aye,”
Mina’s brows jumped closer together, startled by his breaking. Her face was all balled up, and she looked both really focused and really confused, staring at her feet again.
“Have you been alright?” He finished without looking at her.
“Me?” Mina responded, louder than she meant to. The strange kick in her voice caught Ravi’s attention, and he looked down at her, chuckling a little.
“Yeah, you,”
“Yeah, man,” she sounded like a puppy whose paw had been stepped on. Ravi knew how hot it got her when he laughed at her, and normally he would anyways just to see her get that mad, but this time he refrained.
“Why?”
“I dunno,” he stuck his hands deeper into his jacket pockets. “You just seem a little different lately,”
Mina thought of being younger again. She remembered that weird period of adjustment again, facing unknowns and being unknown. Though she was known at home, being out in the world was an entirely different giant. She remembered the distance between herself and others—between herself and everything. She remembered her heart’s relentless throbbing in her throat, how the eyes of everyone around her clung like velcro, being able to feel the wind’s slightest shift in direction against her goosebumps and how uneasy it would make her. She remembered one day in particular, her mouth and throat sticky and clogged with the words she’d held throughout the entirety of it, waiting to walk home with Ravi, to finally end it. She remembered watching buses and cars and other kids pass, and Ravi still not being there. She remembered seeing the sun set far sooner than she usually would, the wind, the tears welling up in her eyes, and Ravi’s cloudy figure finally appearing behind them, his concern, her relief, and her shame.
By the time they reached the store the street lights were on, along with the colorful fluorescence of neon signs shining behind every window, illuminating the walls of ads, party promotions, help wanted signs, and missing person posters that hid the white shining from inside of the store. Air conditioning collided with the summer heat they brought in with them. Mina trailed off into the candy aisle, grabbing a pack of sour straws, the kind covered in sugar specs and that always got stuck in her teeth, and a sports drink from the front of the aisle for her headache. She watched as Ravi grabbed a bag of jalapeno chips, a cookies-and-cream chocolate bar, and a tall can of lemon tea, just like he always did, then a box of saltines and a bottle of gingerale. She felt herself wanting to get queasy but fought it.
“Can I get a separate bag for these two?” he motioned at the crackers and ginger ale to the store clerk. He paid for the both of them.
“How much do I owe you?” Mina asked on their way out. Ravi shook his head.
Mina expected they’d be heading straight home, but Ravi had claimed a piece of pavement on the side of the building. His tea cracked open with a quick, soft pop. Naturally, Mina settled beside him. They ended up talking through the dusk. The dark was cool and soothing on Mina’s eyes, the chill of night rushing in and blowing against them as they walked home. She welcomed its tinge on her face and skin. By the time they made it back, she realized her headache was gone.
#writeblr#my writing#black writers on tumblr#oc writing#my ocs#lgbtq writing#fiction#drabble#short story#mina#ravi
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