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citydreamgrls · 4 years

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a simple favour - part one

fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: it was all in her best interests, fred never meant to catch feelings for her. it had started as a simple favour.

words: 3,371

warnings: swearing , tw: stalking / stalker , smut in later parts (18+)

find part two here

It had started off out of the blue one morning, a letter waiting for me in the great hall when I came down for breakfast. I had been fixing my hair when multiple heads turned towards me, I frowned as I sat down.

“What?”

Hermione held a letter in her hand, passing it over to me with a weirded out look on her face. I shrugged, recognising my name on the front but not the hand it was written in.

I laughed to myself as my eyes scanned over each carefully thought out word, describing my appearance and how ‘entrancing’ I was. Whoever had intended this letter for me was confessing their feelings in an oddly poetic and creepy way, my only conclusion being that it had to be one of the others playing a trick on me.

“Very funny guys, which one of you wrote this? I can’t recognise the writing.” I threw the parchment down carelessly, letting expectant eyes read over it as Ron grabbed it for himself.

“Doesn’t it say?” Hermione asked me, trying to read it over Harry’s head. “It was already here when we came down.”

“Yeah… this isn’t any of us.” Ron scoffed.

“I think you have a secret admirer y/n.” Harry added, handing it back to me.

I squinted, drinking some of my coffee and eyeing up their faces, expecting one of them to snap and laugh. But all I got was stone cold confusion from each of them. If only the letters had stopped there, then I may not have minded. Little did I know, it would only get worse.

The letters came every single day, sometimes multiple times. What once was harmless words of my beauty and desire turned sinister, now whoever was writing also seemed to know my whereabouts every day. He would depict times when I thought I had been alone, or claim he’d watched me go for my morning shower. My every move was documented, all with a perfect description of what I had been wearing even days after it had happened. The most disgusting part was the anonymity, the knowledge that this person was getting away with being a massive pervert and torturing me with it day in and day out. Whoever was obsessed with me was keeping it a secret and successfully stalking me from the sidelines.

The day that I found flowers on my bed I screamed like I’d been stabbed, making Ron and Harry quickly race up to the dorm thinking that I’d been attacked. Both of them had cringed at ‘gift’ with the realisation that he’d been in my room, sat on my bed and possibly done worse.

“Make sure nothing’s been taken.” Ron had said grimly, making me shudder at the fear that they could have something of mine.

“Jesus what a creep.” I’d whispered, stomping over to the bed and throwing the flowers out the window with a furious shout.

Since that day Hermione tried putting a curse on the bedroom door, meaning that only those who knew the counter-curse could enter, and those who didn’t would be blown all the way back down to the common room. Poor Ron had ended up being the test subject, which he wasn’t happy about in the slightest, but we had to make sure it worked somehow.

However, even that didn’t work. The letters kept arriving as usual, and the gifts would still appear neatly in my room every day. Not that it stopped me from discarding them in the most public way possible. My anger was growing by the second and throwing them away didn’t feel finite enough, so one night after watching the boy’s quidditch practice when Hermione and I found a teddy bear on my pillow I finally lost my cool.

I could hear voices in the common room, but that didn’t stop me. With the bear in one hand I stormed down, pushed past the small crowd of people laughing and chatting, and threw it into the fire with a grunt. They all fell into silence, Hermione catching up just in time to see its fur crackle away.

I sighed in relief, it felt good to watch the flames engulf around it. Whispers started up from behind me as my friend came over, her hand holding mine gently as we both just stood there. The bear's eyes began to melt, the plastic dripping down its face.

“Come on,” She murmured, taking me back upstairs where I screamed about how horrifying it all was and whether this ‘sick fuck’ thought he was being genuinely romantic.

“Who do you think it could be?” Hermione asked me the next night, as I ripped up yet another letter. The sight of my own owl was beginning to instil fear within me.

“At first I thought it could’ve been the twins, but even they’re finding this too much.”

Fred and George knew pretty much everything about everyone at Hogwarts, but when Ron had shown them the extent of this person’s doing, they too drew up a blank, mentioning how weird all of it was.

“They’re not like that,”

“This isn’t a harmless prank anymore is it?” I asked the girl, who wanted desperately to help me solve this twisted mystery.

“I don’t think it ever was,” She hummed to herself, sighing in defeat at the knowledge that the letter I was destroying was in no means the last of its kind.

It quickly became common knowledge that I had a stalker after my meltdown in the common room. Professor Mcconagall even offered to help, but there wasn’t much she could do without knowing who it was. Honestly I was weirdly glad she couldn’t, all this frustration had made me determined to deal with the fucker myself.

Hermione didn’t let me go anywhere by myself anymore, with the fear that the creep could pounce while I was without one of them. Most of the time it was fine, I had classes with at least one of them at all times and we had meals together as it was. But it meant that whenever I needed to study, one of them would have to go with me to the library. Hermione also made the rule that she’d sit outside my cubicle every time I showered, especially since the stalker had mentioned it before, keeping watch in case he tried to show up while I was vulnerable.

Despite it making my life a little more complicated, I was glad the others were so willing to look after me. If it wasn’t for them being with me 24/7 who knows what could have happened?

It was Harry’s turn to be on y/n watch, as he and Ron had called it, when Fred and George came running into the common room breathless. We had been looking over the most recent letter and discussing more theories on who it could possibly be when they’d burst in. We let them get their breath back, Fred hunching over as George did his best to get his words out.

“We know who it is y/n..” He’d just about managed. I jumped up, letting him sit down.

“Wh-at? Really? Who- how?” I stuttered.

Fred stood up straight, having finally gotten his heartbeat back down.

“Katie bell said she’d seen Cormac Mclaggen writing some letters this morning, then Lavender said something about him buying a teddy in Hogsmeade last week.”

“But they both saw him coming down your dorm tower last night.” George finished, cutting his brother off from the kicker of the story.

“Oi I was getting to that.” Fred grumbled, but I had zoned them as soon as I’d heard Cormac’s name mentioned.

My fists clenched up with absolute aggression, I could kill him. Now I had a disgusting, smug face to put to all the fear and loathing he’d caused and all I wanted to do was break said face.

“That fucker!” I shouted out into thin air, heading for the door. But Fred was the one to catch me before I reached it, dragging me back again without a second thought.

“Y/n it could be someone else,” Harry tried to reason, but it had to be him. It only made sense. The twins didn’t seem too convinced but argued another point against me going to find him myself.

“Besides Mclaggen is a big guy, if you go alone there’s no saying what he’d do to you.” George nodded in agreement with his brother and, as much as I hated to admit it, Fred was right. Cormac had been keeper on their quidditch team for a while now, and didn’t hide how much he liked to work out when flirting with girls. So why was he choosing me to be so creepy and mysterious to, not that I would’ve appreciated him doing it face to face either.

We decided to have a secret meeting later that night with everyone after telling Hermione and Ron what we’d learnt. Ron was mad, wanting to confront him immediately similarly to how I had reacted, but like the others Mione agreed that we should plan something.

“Guys like that are too proud, he won’t listen to y/n if she rejects him in person,” She had explained, cross legged at the end of my bed. I was propped up against my headboard, my knees tucked up to my body with multiple means of murder running through my mind.

“Not to mention you’d be giving him the satisfaction he’s always wanted,” Fred added, sitting on the windowsill beside me. One of his feet was hanging off the edge near me, swinging ever so slightly. Some weird part of me wanted to reach out, just for something to hold onto.

In the end it was decided that Ron, Harry and the twins would go and talk to him in the morning while they were at quidditch practice. This meant that I could go down to breakfast without the worry that he would be there, watching me from down the table. I tried to hide my fear of him, but with so many of them looking after me that night it was inevitable that at least one of them saw the tears in my eyes, if not all of them.

Hermione, Ron and Harry needed to go to the library to do homework after we discussed Cormac, leaving me with the twins as bodyguards which could have been worse. They did their best to take my mind off of the boy who had been writing to me about his deepest fantasies, but I wasn’t in the mood for it.

George played around with the perfume bottles lined up on the dresser, using his wand to make them dance. He had always been good at keeping himself amused. Fred had remained on the windowsill the whole time, his foot still going back and forth even when I laid on my side and found it right in my face.

He laughed lightly as I poked it away wordlessly, only to push it back into my face again. Admittedly, our little game of him swinging his foot to me so I could gently hit it away kept my mind busy for a while. Obviously it had sent me to sleep too, as I woke up when Hermione came back to let the twins go. Half asleep I groaned a thank you to them, Fred rustling my hair as he passed by and George slapping my leg in recognition.

Breakfast the next morning felt tense, Lavender had told people she thought it was Mclaggen which meant everyone kept coming up to ask if it was true. Some of them even tried to convince me how nice he really was, and that I was lucky to be wanted by him. Hermione of course sent them all on their way, keeping a hold of my hand as I struggled to finish even one slice of toast. All the while, my eyes remained glued to the great hall doors, hoping I wouldn’t see him turn up early from practice. The thought of seeing him at all had kept me away from the common room, a sickly feeling bubbling in my stomach knowing that the boy’s would probably be confronting him right about now.

I felt like throwing up on the spot, my friend’s hand getting crushed in my own as I saw him saunter in, his eyes immediately catching mine and giving me a smug smile. All I wanted to do was go over to where he sat down without a care and break his nose off with one punch. That would stop him from smirking so much like a pervert.

“What happened?” Hermione asked the boys when they finally arrived.

“”He’s a huge git you know.” Ron grumbled, glaring the boy down but the whole time it was me he was watching. I stopped looking after a while, my eyes glossing over as I listened to the twins explain how he’d reacted.

“I don’t think he even cares that we know,” Fred said.

“He’s proud of it really.” George added, making that sickly feeling somehow intensify.

“Even with these two around he wasn’t bothered,” Harry pointed to the older Weasley brothers with a huff.

“Yeah, and we were threatening him quite a lot.” George laughed, no one else really responding to his attempt at a cheery comment.

“We better go,”Hermione said, checking the time and taking my hand “Come on, if we don’t go now he might wait all day.” She whispered to me and I nodded, standing up with her. “Just ignore him.” The girl reminded me as we got nearer to his end of the table, his eyes following my step.

I broke from Mione’s grip, leaning across the table to him with a glare on my face. The fear had turned into anger all over again now that he was in front of me.

“You’re vile Mclaggen.”

“What’s wrong y/n?” He asked, that smirk never faltering. “Didn’t you like my love letters?”

People around him were confused, now learning that he’d been the one to stalk me these past couple of weeks. While some of them were his friends, none of them jumped to his defense.

“You need to get a fucking life, and leave me alone you freak.” I spat, standing up straight again to see a shocked Hermione waiting for me. I just smiled and took her hand again, leading her out of the hall as if nothing had happened.

“Christ y/n..” she scoffed “Well done.” I leant against the windowsill in the hallway, laughing hysterically into my hands.

“God that felt good.” I breathed a sigh of relief, not sure whether it worked or not but glad that I at least got to embarrass him for just one moment.

It was my mistake to let my guard down and expect nothing more from Mclaggen that day. Because what happened that very night still is the very reason people check that every door and window is locked before they go to bed.

The commotion had woken me up first, shouts and panicked scuffling coming from two different people. Then the lights were turned on, dragging me out of my sleep in a single second just to see Hermione standing in the middle of the room with her wand outstretched. At the other end, Cormac Mclaggen was backing away slowly with his hands in the air, finally a frightened look on his face. He looked over at me, now awake and frozen with fear, giving Mione a chance to shout out for help.

“RON! FRED!” she screamed, knowing just one of them had to have heard from their beds. With this Cormac ran off, Hermione shooting stunning spells after him but he dodged every one of them as he descended the tower.

“Oh my god,” I finally gasped, swallowing down hard. I broke out into a burst of tears just before the boys turned up at the door George and Harry with them, all of them with wands out for whatever was going to be inside. Hermione wrapped her arms around me, looking up at the boys but still reassuring me that it was all okay now.

“He was in here,” She said slowly, making Ron and Harry race down to the common room to see if they could catch him.

Fred and George came to my side, each taking one of my hands and holding it tight. They sat with me all through the night, letting Hermione sleep for a while. Neither of them dared drift off themselves, certain that this wouldn’t be the creep’s last attempt to get close to me.

“You can sleep if you want,” Fred whispered to me, my head leaning on his shoulder. I shook it slightly.

“I can’t.”

{third pov}

When y/n whispered to him that she couldn’t sleep, despite all the people there to keep watch for that dick Mclaggen, Fred decided he wanted to see him dead. There had to be more he could do, something that would make him leave her alone for good. Threats hadn’t worked on him, neither had the girl he wanted so badly confronting him. So the boy felt at a loss, yet fuelled to stop the onslaught of fear that y/n felt.

So he waited until his brother was in the shower to sneak off to the courtyard, hoping to catch the pervert on his way to his daily run by the lake.

“Oi, Mclaggen!” He called across the empty bridge, seeing him appear from the castle.

“You alright Weasley?”

“It’s Fred. And I know what you did last night?” He stood tall over the boy, but nothing seemed to waver his confidence.

“And what would that be?”

“You were there, in her room. You sick fucker.” The boy huffed, feeling himself growing more and more frustrated at Cormac’s arrogance.

“You missed quite a party,” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. Fred reached forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up to his chin.

“You listen to me, Okay? Leave y/n alone.” The boy swore that the pervert’s smile grew.

“And what’s it to you Weasley.” He all but hissed.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

The words had come out quicker than he’d really had time to think over their repercussions, but seeing the look on Mclaggen’s face drop in shock made up for whatever he was going to have to do from then on.

“She.. l-likes you?” Fred dropped him again, making him stumble slightly as he thought it over.

“Afraid so buddy.”

“How long has she been yours?” He hated the way it was phrased as if y/n was a possession for one of them to own.

“Two weeks.” Fred lied yet again, the anger he’d felt pushing him continue this story. At least it seemed to bother the other boy enough.

Cormac had sent one last glare at the ginger, before going off in a huff. Finally something had worked, maybe not for good, but it at least had gotten a reaction out of him. As Fred headed back inside the castle he realised that the only way the creep’s obsessive ways could be stopped, was if y/n’s attention was somewhere else.

Now he just had to find a way to explain that to her, without her getting too mad.

My room was now my safe place, somewhere he couldn’t turn up without consequence. Harry had brought me some breakfast from the great hall, and Ron was doing his best to keep what little spirits we had amongst us high. Hermione and George had given up trying to convince me to tell Mcgonagall, as I assured them nothing could be done unless he was caught inside the dorm.

“It’s just our word against his,” I huffed. We were all sitting around wondering where Fred had disappeared to when he appeared at the door, an awkward smile on his face when we all looked over at him.

“So…” He started, his voice wary as if we all might snap at him for what he was abou to say. “I might have done something bad.”

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reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle · 2 years

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Wait, wait, wait, are we allowed to send in headcanons? Because boy have I got some!

Maddox and Reggie attempt to teach Teddy the art of basketball, Teddy ends up with a broken nose

Dot does a big photoshoot with Kippi, Paisley, Ruby, Beth, Misty and Mabel and makes them all dress up and stuff, the girls do each others's makeup and hair and everyone bands together because the project is important for Dot

It's video game night and Teddy and Bradley go head-to-head to find out who the more dominant look-alike is, everyone bets on Bradley but Teddy outsmarts him during Mario Kart and they almost get into an actual death match

Also I don't think I ever introduced Booker Lambert to you but he is the big brother figure of pretty much all Southside kids and I just, the thought of him watching over Mabel and Maddox as well (even though I know they can take care of themselves) makes me soft

Don't mind me, just daydreaming about scenarios constantly lol

listen, literally any time is headcanon time.

under a cut because this got out of hand fast.

the art of basketball

now, i can see this 100% being reggie’s idea. he and maddox probably play all the time together and teddy’s just There because he’s teddy. but reggie kind of starts to feel bad that teddy doesn’t ever really play (which, honestly, could have been a rule maddox put in place after too many sports injuries because he cares about teddy’s wellbeing) and so reggie’s like, “we should teach him!” and kind of gives maddox puppydog eyes and maddox is finally like okay fine

it honestly goes kind of well for a while, teddy’s a little awkward on the court but he’s got the spirit. but i can totally see him, like, standing right beneath the basket and reggie makes a throw and teddy, absentmindedly watching the ball, looks directly upward into the net and the ball just comes right down on his face and maddox is like, “and this is why teddy stands on the sidelines.” while clutching a towel to teddy’s gushing bloody nose.

photoshoot

here’s the thing about mabel. she’s got money. like, lots of money. and because she doesn’t typically like to use it on herself, she absolutely funds the entire wardrobe of the shoot. and honestly probably takes dot antique shopping and finds quirky props and trinkets and things to use around the shoot.

and she’d be really touched to be a part of it. like, being able to be featured in someone else’s creative vision is such a big deal to her and she’d 100% demand the photos afterward but also try to pay dot for them because she is so grateful and had such a fun time

face-off (pun intended)

let’s be real, mario kart with the harlows is already fucking dangerous

and that’s mainly because of mabel

(i genuinely feel like the harlow twins are notoriously hard to beat because they’ve had so much time being stuck in the house so they have so much practice, they know all the ins and outs of every map, but that’s neither here nor there)

bradley is visiting from college and wants to join in on video game night and if there’s one person who can beat the harlow twins, it’s bradley

he’s talking a big game and kippi suggests this is how they find the superior look-a-like. with a mario kart tournament. just bradley and teddy, and no one else. no cpu, nothing.

everyone bets on bradley because they know he can beat mabel and maddox, but maddox has faith in his best bro teddy. maddox has taught him everything he knows, all the secrets, all the shortcuts, all the techniques. he’s got this.

they decide on best three out of five tournaments, and it gets intense and almost eerily silent as everyone just watches with bated breath. both bradley and teddy have two wins under their belts. everyone is freaking out at this point.

they’re down to the final four races and everyone is losing it. noir and lux have all but put their noise canceling headphones on because the noise is the house is astronomical.

in a completely shocking turn of events, teddy wins! it’s a major upset! everyone celebrates as if teddy has just singlehandedly won the damn superbowl and bradley immediately lunges at him and has to be held back by mabel and reggie.

he very shortly after apologizes and begrudgingly hands teddy the title of superior look-a-like, with a promise that he’d get it back from him one day.

booker

i don’t think mabel needs another brother figure all that much, like maybe she’d bother him from time to time for shits and giggles but

maddox definitely sees him as an older brother figure. and honestly probably puts some paternal responsibility on him as well?

like, maddox very obviously cannot go to his dad with anything. he’d end up with a black eye.

but i can see booker being a really big help in all things Growing Up as a Male

and also maddox never really doubted his own sexuality but with the way his dad treated him i can imagine he would talk it out with booker and gain validation that he so desperately needed

booker would be a great like almost mentor for maddox and i could see maddox going to booker when he knows he’s toeing the line of getting too angry over things

anyway this makes me so soft

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plushy-mcytblr · 3 years

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Our Little Secret Chapter 1

“The childhood friends, where one of them kills someone to protect the other, and they must take that secret to their grave”

It’s a normal day for the Skeppy and Bad, when something goes wrong, and that something will haunt the pair for as long as they live to see the day their actions get consequences.

(TW for mild violence and minor character death)

Ao3 Version

It was Wednesday, the middle of winter. The sun was high in the sky, but clouds were coming in, and it looked like it was going to start snowing soon. Currently, 13 year old Skeppy was bored in class, he wanted to play with his best friend, Bad, who was 16, but he was not only in a different grade than him, but he was homeschooled. Trying to figure out what to do, Skeppy gets the absolute best idea. He stands up aggressively, waving his hand in the air to get the teacher’s attention, who just sighs as she calls on him.

“Can I go to the bathroom! Can I can I!”

Deep fucking, sigh.

“Yes, Skeppy, but make it quick.”

“Got it!”

With permission to leave the class, Skeppy gets up and runs out, causing some of his classmates to giggle.

Skeppy runs through the hall, past the bathrooms, and past the principal’s office. When no one’s looking, he runs out of the school building and away. His intention is to go to Bad’s house and bug him. He’s done this before, this is nothing new. The only thing different is that it’s snowing right now, and there’s white particles all around him.

It doesn’t take too long before he makes it, and he sneaks to the back of the house and up the tree in their backyard to get to the second floor window, which happens to be the window to Bad’s room. He knocks aggressively on the window until he hears a loud sigh come from inside, and the curtains open up to reveal an annoyed looking bad. He opens the window, though.

“Skeppy, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school right now?”

“Yeah, but school got so fucking boring, and I want to hang out with you!”

“Skeppy, I’m doing schoolwork right now, I can’t hang out with you.”

Skeppy pouts. “Pleeeeaaaasssseeeeee?”

“No.”

“But Baaaaaaaaaddddd I’m booooooorrrrreeeeeed.”

“Then go back to school.”

“But I hate it there.”

“I’m busy, and you shouldn’t be here.”

Skeppy pouts. “You’re no fun.”

“I'm just trying to prevent you from getting in trouble, you know you could get suspended this time, right?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t give a singular shit, schools boring and I want to be here with you.”

“Skeppy-“

“Please Bad, just let me stay with you for a little bit, I won’t get in your way.”

Bad sighs. “Fine, but just for a little bit, then you leave and go back to school, got it?”

Skeppy perks up. “Got it!”

Bad steps out of the way and let’s Skeppy crawl inside, onto his bed. Skeppy looks around, he really likes Bad’s room. He’s got a pretty nice sized bed, with black and red striped sheets and coverings. He has various stuffed animals, teddy bears and rabbits, his favorite one being the big one that always sits on his pillow when he isn’t asleep in bed. He’s got a computer desk and a chair to it, and on it are various books and sketchbooks, along with a laptop Bad mainly uses for schooling, but sometimes to play games with Skeppy on when he’s over.

Bad goes back to his chair and turns towards the laptop, hopping back on and returning to the work he was currently doing. Skeppy lays down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He’s bored still, and wants to do something with Bad, but he doesn’t know what. His plan was to go to Bad’s house, and that was sort of it, he didn’t think ahead of that, like that they would do, or when he’d go back to school. He’s kind of tiny brained like that.

But Skeppy does get an idea! He quickly gets off the bed and over to Bad, shaking his shoulder.

“Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad-“

Bad sighs. “What?”

“I wanna go somewhere.”

“What? Where?”

“You know that abandoned park behind the forest in your backyard? I wanna go there I wanna go there!”

Bad furrows his eyebrows. “Skeppy, it’s dangerous back there and you know it.”

“Bad, it’s not that big of a deal, you do realize that, right? What are you, a pussy?”

“I’m not- I’m just looking out for you.”

“Well it’s either you go with me, or I go alone.”

“Oh you or so not going alone.”

“So you’ll go with me?”

Bad sighs heavily. “Fine.”

Skeppy cheers, causing Bad to roll his eyes. “But only for half an hour, then we leave.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, let’s go.”

Skeppy heads towards the window, carefully crawling out and onto the tree outside. Bad frowns, he hates having to sneak out, but his parents would kill him if they found out not only was Skeppy over, but that they were leaving in the middle of schooling to go to an abandoned park.

Skeppy and Bad walk through the woods, this isn’t the first time they’ve done this, but Bad was hoping the last time would’ve been the last, he doesn’t like coming through here. It’s dark, and scary, and there’s snow everywhere. They could slip, or fall in a ditch, or a bear could come out and eat them, or-

Bad’s train of thought is cut off by Skeppy taking his hand. Looking over, he sees the other looking at him with sympathy, like he knows the other is panicking but wanting to reassure him it’s all going to be okay. Bad takes a deep breath, and nods.

The snow feels like it’s getting worse, falling down harder and faster, like it’s turning into a snow storm. But as Bad watches Skeppy trudge onwards, he doesn’t seem to care one bit. Bad is honestly kind of worried though, he’s dressed for the weather, but Skeppy isn’t. Why wasn’t he? He knew it was going to get bad, but yet here he is in sweats and a t-shirt. He’s such a muffin head sometimes it’s truly annoying.

Finally, they make it to the park, and as expected, everything is covered in snow. Skeppy frowns.

“Everything is completely coated in snow, you can’t get on anything!”

“What were you expecting when it was storming on the way over?”

“I don’t know, not this!”

Skeppy just pouts and sits down, criss cross on the floor, causing Bad to frown.

“Skeppy, please get up, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“I don’t care, I wanted to play on the playground, and now it’s all ruined.”

“Then let’s just go home already.”

“But I don’t wanna g-“ Skeppy freezes.

“What?” Bad looks at him confused, before turning around and freezes up as well.

Right there, standing behind them, is a grown man, looking scruffed up, like he hasn’t slept in days. He looks pissed off, who knows if it’s at the world, or directly at the two teenagers, but either way, he’s out for something.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

“I- We-“

Before Skeppy could reply, the guy starts charging at them, and Bad quickly moved backwards, falling on his ass though as he trips on the snow, but the guy just goes past him and towards the younger, grabbing Skeppy by the collar of his shirt and picking him up.

“What the fuck are you doing in my territory!”

Skeppy has pure fear in his eyes, looking up at the man holding him up.

“I- I didn’t mean- I- We were just- Bad- I- I-“

Skeppy’ s eyes start tearing up, and the man’s grip tightens.

Bad watches from the sidelines, his heart beating a mile a second. Oh god, he’s going to hurt him, he’s going to hurt Skeppy, he’s going to kill him- Bad needs to do something fast, and now. Quickly, Bad feels through the snow, trying to find something, anything, he could use as a weapon. Suddenly though, his hands touch something metal, he picks it up, which is difficult to do with how heavy it is, and… A gosh darn pipe? I know this is an abandoned park but holy muffin. Bad is brought out of his thoughts though as the man continues to yell at Skeppy, looking like he’s about to throw a punch.

Quickly, Bad manages to get up, holding the pipe with two hands, and without a second thought, he slams the pipe into the man’s skull. A loud crack sound echoes throughout the park as the man drops Skeppy, falling to the floor. Skeppy frantically moves backwards, crawling. He’s breaking heavily. He looks up at Bad, and the other looks back, and the look in his eyes, Bad won’t be able to ever forget it. The fear, so much fear, all because of him. He’s not scared of the man, scared of the metal pipe, he’s scared of him.

Bad carefully moves forward, which causes Skeppy to flinch and Bad to freeze.

“Skeppy- I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I- I didn’t want you to get hurt, I- I- I- I had no other choice, and it was the only thing nearby, and I- I-“

Bad feels himself tear up, gosh, he’s the bad guy here and he’s still the one about to cry? He feels pathetic. Bad just killed a man, he’s a murderer, he’s got blood on his hands now, he’s never going to be able to get away with this. He’s going to go to prison for manslaughter and he’s going to die there, he’s going to get beat up or shanked or- Bad is startled by someone wrapping their arms around him. When did the tears start flowing this badly?

“I know, I know… It’s okay, you did what you thought you had to, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to be okay…”

“But…”

“Nobody has to know, okay? Let’s just- Leave, go home, and never speak of this again. Never tell anyone.”

“We’re going to get caught Skeppy, there’s no way-“

“We aren’t going to speak a single word to anybody, okay? This is going to our graves.”

“I… Okay…”

Skeppy sighs. “Come on.”

And with that, Skeppy moves away, takes Bad’s gloved hand, and leads him away. As they leave, Bad just looks back at the crime scene and thinks.

This secret is going to be kept to their graves…

But can it be?

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WARNINGS: Petplay, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, watersports(kinda). This chapter is going to remind people that I once co-wrote My Sister's Mistress, haha… though honestly it's not that bad.

Happy December!

I'm very sorry to all three of you waiting for the epilogue of this fic. I was feeling fairly dissatisfied with my writing, so I took some time off for reading, and NaNoWriMo to focus on my original work (expect news about that soon). Though some mental fog remains, I'm feeling a little sharper and more capable now to continue delivering updates. And to that end...

Prepare yourselves for WE'LL FACE OURSELVES: GOLDEN! This will not continue the story of Yukiko and Chie, though they will be around here and there; instead, it will focus on another unlikely ship entirely. I'll begin posting that in about a month, or sooner if I find time. You may also want to keep your eyes peeled for more content pertaining to another fandom of which I am a part...

Thanks so much for sticking with this until the end. If you'd like to look me up on other platforms, please check out my Carrd!

Until we meet again, Jessex

EPILOGUE

A horrific day that everyone hoped would never come had finally ambushed the Investigation Team. Yu Narukami was leaving Inaba.

Not a dry eye was to be had at the Yasoinaba station as they watched their gray-haired friend bid fond farewells to all the other friends he had made throughout the year. Chie herself was a little shocked to see just how many there were — hell, even after almost a year she was still shocked that Rise Kujikawa, the real Risette, was one of them! An internationally known pop idol! But there she was, hanging on one of Yu's arms and sobbing into his jacket.

"Yu-kun, don't gooooo!" she blubbered, long auburn pigtails trembling with her movements. "I wanna get to spend G-Golden Week with you, Senpaiiiiii!"

Naoto and Kanji weren't much better. They made for such an odd-looking pair, the rough-and-tumble yakuza-wannabe letting fat tears roll down his cheeks as he was comforted by the small, reserved boy-who-was-not-quite-a-boy. Even after finding out Naoto was a woman, not much had changed; she still dressed like a boy and even behaved like one in most ways. All of Rise's attempts to "girlify" her had fallen flat. Chie really had wound up with a colourful assortment of friends, but she wouldn't change that for the world.

"Yeah, man, you can't take off," Yosuke chuckled. Trying to suppress his feelings with humour; they all knew he was going to miss Yu as much as anyone. "Your girlfriend's gonna miss you, and that ain't cool."

Not that he was pointing at Rise. No, his finger was levelled at Nanako — the little girl she and Yukiko had run into once upon a time who turned out to be Yu's cousin. She was currently hiding behind the leg of her father, Detective Ryotaro Dojima, coming over shy after he had reprimanded her for being too clingy with the boy she had dubbed her big brother. Not that he could control Rise doing the exact same thing, despite having nearly ten years on the second-grader.

"Oh, shut up," Yu grunted — though his motivation was pure, as always. "Don't tease her."

"Whaaat? I'm teasing you, not…" But at the glares from everybody, Yosuke sighed and deflated. "You guys are no fun."

Rise pulled back, her large doe eyes shining with tears — on purpose, Chie knew. She was a top notch actress. "Can't you give me a little kiss goodbye? Something to keep me from… from dying from missing you?"

"Oh please," Yukiko muttered under her breath with a begrudging smile.

But Yu obliged. Sort of. Instead of sweeping her into a graceful dip and really planting one on her, he kissed her forehead. It was a tender gesture, though, so Rise couldn't complain; a much more genuine little smile pulled at her pouty mouth, and she hugged him around the middle.

"Excuse me? What do you think you're doing?"

They all pulled back to see Ai Ebihara approaching, hands on her hips. This bitch again? However, something was different about her compared to their last run-in. She was still glamorous, but Chie couldn't help noticing it seemed like her outfit was a little more… conservative?

"What is who doing?" Rise protested, clinging a little tighter to Yu's arm.

"You! Little trollop!" The teen queen stomped over to the two of them, getting right up in Rise's face. She was a little taller and therefore more imposing, but Rise didn't seem scared in the slightest. "Get your greedy little paws off my boyfriend!"

The idol stamped her foot and snapped, "HEY! I don't see your name on him anywhere!"

Yu gulped and began to back away. "Uh…"

"Really?" Ebihara scoffed. "What makes you think you have any claim to him, slut puppy? He went to the festival with me — and spent Christmas Eve with me, too! And for your goddamn information, we got pretty close!"

Poor Rise. Though she was flirty and manipulative toward Yu and Yosuke, it was in a playful way; she did consider them both friends but couldn't seem to suppress her impulses. And here Ai was making all kinds of accusations and getting legitimately competitive. Her lip wobbled, though Chie was fairly certain it had as much to do with losing out to Ai as it had to do with losing Yu himself.

"Senpai, say that's not true! How could you, when I… I let you… you know!"

"Hey, it doesn't count when I'm just sitting there and you plop your butt down on my hand," he protested at her. "And Ai-chan, we hugged a little; please don't tease her by making it sound like more."

Both of his would-be girlfriends pouted and averted their eyes, cheeks turning pinker. Ai seemed a little more genuinely hurt than her rival for the boy's attentions.

"Whew," Yosuke exhaled, wiping his brow. "Don't know how you get away with it, juggling two chicks like that."

"That's not- I didn't…" Yu sighed, shaking his head as he facepalmed. "Maybe I'm glad to be leaving."

But the minute he said so, even if it was in jest, all faces wore expressions of deep sorrow. Nobody really wanted him to go. They had all known his stopover in Inaba had been temporary and yet it was still a terrible shock that Yu would no longer be hanging out with them on a daily basis, going to school, having roundtable discussions in the Junes food court.

"The end of an era, man," Kanji grunted, trying to look tough and only partially succeeding.

"Aww, cheer up, guys!" Teddie proclaimed, bouncing up and down on his heels so hard his blond locks bounced with him. "We'll see Sensei again! Bet on that!"

"There you go, Teddie," Yu laughed quietly, nodding his direction. The bear-shadow-turned-human beamed.

"And in the meantime, I can look after all the girls for you! You don't have to worry about a thing!"

Rise stuck her tongue out at the well-meaning bear. "I don't want you, I want Senpai!"

As the squabbling only grew worse, other classmates began to approach to wish Yu bon voyage. Some girl from his drama class, those guys from the basketball team… even some young boy and his clearly married mother, though she did seem a bit too young to have a child of that age. Their team leader really had left an impression in the short year he had lived there.

When the train whistle signaled that it was about to pull away, the bickering came to an end so they could truly see their friend off. A lot of tearful hugs and well wishes were offered before he was inside, looking out the window at them as it pulled away from the station. They ran after him all the way to the end of the platform until they ran out of space, then stood waving after him until the train was completely out of sight.

Chie was amused that it turned out to be Rise comforting Ebihara, and Yosuke comforting Teddie. Those were some pretty mismatched pairings. Ryotaro took a sobbing Nanako home, and that seemed to be an unofficial signal for them to disperse from the station.

While Kanji was busy throwing an arm around Yosuke's shoulders, proclaiming loudly that they were about to go drinking despite the fact that neither of them had easy access to alcohol at their age, it was Naoto of all people who started drifting closer to Chie and Yukiko. At first, Chie assumed she just wanted some company, but it turned out…

"Forgive my curiosity, but I've been wondering about something for a while now."

"Hm?" asked a bleary eyed Yukiko. She hadn't sobbed the way Rise did, but she wasn't completely unaffected by the parting. "I'm sorry, what's that?"

"Why have you been wearing a dog collar for the past several months?"

Both girls stopped dead in their tracks. If this were an anime, there would have been a record-scratch sound effect. Yukiko flashed a nervous half-smile at her girlfriend, who was busy tugging at the neckline of her shirt and gulping.

"W-well, it's… a fashion statement," the junior innkeeper finally told her.

"Uh… huh." Her sharp eyes looked between the two. "You may have forgotten in all the excitement of defeating Adachi and Izanami, but I am a detective. Do you want me to simply state what I have deduced from my observations, or would you like t-"

"Okay, okay, already!" Chie hissed, waving back and forth rapidly with her hand. "Can you maybe keep it under that crazy blue hat of yours?!"

Before Naoto could respond to the crack about her belted newsboy cap, a throat was cleared behind the three of them. Ai had broken off from the others and approached them, looking penitent and uncomfortable.

"Yes?" Yukiko prompted her in mild surprise.

"I… thought I should say… I am sorry." She swallowed hard, brows furrowed. The expression still made her look angry and snobby, despite her tone of voice being gentle now; she just had resting bitch face. "Probably too late. But I was really going through some things when I sidelined you two in Aiya, and being rude is second nature to me. Can't be the most stunning girl in school without it going to your head, can you?"

"You say that like I would ever know," Chie snorted.

"Right. And… normally I would be agreeing with you and belittling you, Bowl Cu- I mean, Satonaka. I have a lot of practice." Grimacing, she growled, "Got so used to being queen bitch that it's so hard to just be nice."

After a brief silence, so awkward that it felt as if any sound would have been preferable, Yukiko laid a hand on Ai's arm, gentle and reassuring. "Please, Ai-san. We all have darkness inside of us; nobody is a perfect person. So I think it's very admirable you're seeing your flaws and that you're trying to improve. I am the same, and so are my friends."

"Oh yeah?" The girl let out a wet-sounding laugh; indeed, tears were budding at the corners of her eyes. "How the hell aren't you perfect, Miss Goody Two-Shoes? I mean… I've always been so jealous of how the boys talk about you. No 'buts'."

"No butts?!" Chie burst out. "What do you mean? She's got a GREAT butt!"

Ai chuckled a little more heartily at that. Naoto was the only one who tapped her chin while noticing Yukiko's slight blush from the compliment; the others weren't paying it any attention. "No, no, not her ass. Which fine, sure, it's fantastic. I mean like, they describe both of us as really beautiful, or hot or whatever. Same words for both of us. But with me, it always had a 'but she's such a bitch', 'but she's stuck up', 'but she's psycho' attached. Yukiko… a couple of guys said you were snooty if you turned them down for a date, but the rest of them saw through that. You're a good woman and I'm just a good-looking woman. I did so much work to be beautiful so boys would like me, but I'm just… ugly on the inside."

Though clearly, Yukiko was about to speak up, Chie beat her to the punch. "So that's it, huh? You're pathetic."

"Excuse me?"

"C'mon, Ebihara. You're made of tougher shit than that. Where's that girl who slammed her leg up on the table in Aiya and demanded we appreciate it?"

Though the teen queen had been firing up, being reminded of that moment in the diner made her squirm and fold her arms tightly over her chest. "That was stupid. Do you wanna know why I did that?" When Yukiko nodded, she pushed ahead, "Thing is, I was a... when I was little, I was nowhere near the adorable Ai you see before you now. Fat and hideous, got told I had pig hooves. So like, I'm sure it sounds really stupid to you guys, but having dainty little feet now is super amazing to me still."

"You were fat?!" Chie demanded, looking her up and down afresh. "No way! I call bullshit!"

"Yep, a total blimp. And I got hella teased because I didn't match up with their… whatever. Yu already knows all this stuff, but pretty much I decided to reinvent myself when I found out we were moving to Inaba. Obviously it went to my head, but… at least I'm better now. Getting better all the time."

None of them knew what to say. Chie, for her part, was stunned that Ebihara turned out to be more than a one-dimensional prima donna; she had never given any indication otherwise, even in Aiya when her interests in Yu were revealed to be genuine. Maybe he was the one responsible. After all, while the team had been doing their best to save the victims from dying inside the TV and stop further kidnappings in the first place, Yu Narukami had touched all their lives, brought about an awakening of sorts to their inner beauty that they likely would never have found within themselves without him shedding that light. It just seemed to be one of his latent talents. Unsurprising that he had done the same for the entitled fashionista.

"There seems to be only one solution for this predicament," Naoto was stating firmly with a small nod, finger tapping her chin. "We must return to Aiya to remember our departed friend, and strengthen our bonds with each other."

"Oooh, a party!" Rise piped up with an excited little bounce, despite the light drizzle that was beginning to fall. "Yes please!"

"I guess that's a plan," Chie agreed as Rise, Kanji and Yosuke joined them. "What do you guys think? We catching the portal to the meat dimension?"

Grimacing, Yosuke demanded, "Do you have to call it that every time, Satonaka?! Geesh! Sounds super nasty."

"Bet you can't even handle it."

"Wha- OH YEAH?! BRING IT ON!"

~ o ~

"Ohhhhh, I couldn't eat another bite," Yukiko groaned as they slid open the door to her bedroom at the Amagi Inn. They had whiled away many hours at the diner before the fellowship was broken, and they began to drift their separate ways. Rise was the most afraid to be alone out of any of them, and seemed to want to hang out with Ebihara, despite their strife over Yu's affections. Naoto went off by herself to think, Kanji and Yosuke reinitiated their quest for liquor, that girl from drama class was hanging out with Daisuke and Kou from the sports clubs… and the two illicit lovers had paired off with no one questioning why. Probably because they had already been best friends for their entire lives.

"Well I could," Chie laughed in response as she grabbed a pair of paper slippers. "But you know me, I can always eat."

Yukiko giggled as she began to strip off her remaining clothing. "You and Yosuke, I swear. Your appetites are bottomless."

"Hey, I'm a growing girl!" she said, jabbing herself in the chest with a thumb. "What's his excuse? He doesn't even do martial arts!"

Once fully divested, lithe form fully on display for the other woman in the room, the junior innkeeper approached her side and slid her hands up to gently perch on her shoulders. "Mmm, yes of course. So very strong."

It was impossible for Chie to keep the blush fully out of her cheeks. "Y-yeah. I mean, strong when you're not making my knees weak."

"But Master shouldn't say things like that in front of her pet. She might think she can control her Master, and that isn't very good, is it?"

"True, yeah." Chie shook her head with a vague smile on her lips. It was funny; she was supposed to be the one in control, but most often it was Yukiko who reminded them of their play. The roles they were to serve for each other.

"Mhmmm. Alright." Even though she was clearly a little nervous, she crossed to her dresser, slid open a drawer and began to rummage behind the various undergarments arranged there. "I think we're both ready now."

Poor Chie didn't even bother to ask "ready for what?", because by the time the words began to form on her lips, her best friend was turning around, dropping to the floor and crawling toward her… with a long leather leash dangling from between her teeth.

"A-ah."

"Wrgh dng hrrg trh," Yukiko said — before Chie took the leash from her to allow her room to speak. "I m-mean to say, this is only if you feel up to it, or are interested. But we've spoken a lot about it in the past few weeks, and… and I feel like I would be alright with it."

"Okay, whoa whoa," she laughed nervously. "Listen, I… know you think nobody will see us, but c'mon, the inn gets guests all the time! And like, what if your mom sees us?!"

Sitting up a little straighter, the puppy-girl reassured her, "No, no, I have a plan. Do you know the forest behind our property? It's a little bit of a walk, and I know it might seem silly to take a walk before my walk, but we will probably be free from prying eyes out there. So… so do you want to?"

Any fool in Chie's position could have been able to tell that this girl wanted nothing more than to take her love into the woods so they could play. Even if the type of play they wanted to do was highly unorthodox. How could she say no to those big, baleful eyes?

"Yeah, of course. So um, maybe just put this around your waist under your kimono?"

"YES!" she burst out — before calming herself and clearing her throat. "I mean, yes, that is a good plan. I'll get dressed, try to keep the leash on."

In no time at all, they were strolling through the grounds behind the Amagi Inn, seeming to the single gardener they passed as if they were merely two high school friends out for a stroll. Nothing telltale from their appearances to suggest otherwise — except the collar, and even that wasn't immediately noticeable.

"Okay," Chie whispered once they were in the treeline. "Are you really sure about this one? Cuz like, if you wanna bail on the idea, you can, right now, and I won't give you any shit. I swear."

But Yukiko was already shaking her head from side to side, even before she got halfway through speaking. "I've been looking forward to trying this for so long! Maybe it hasn't always seemed like it, but… how can we know whether or not we enjoy it if we don't try?"

That, as they say, was that.

"Okay…" Chie cleared her throat and tried not to feel too overly self-conscious. "Then take it all off so we can get started."

By far the most difficult thing to endure was watching Yukiko slowly disrobe — which she was clearly doing on purpose, adding to the anticipation. She even did that thing where she paused with the yukata halfway down her back, looking at Chie over her shoulder with a coquettish flutter of her eyelashes. 'Nosebleed City, population: me,' Chie thought to herself. Then she let it drop all the way to the forest floor, pooling amongst the grass and leaves.

Nude… except for two leather straps. One around her neck and another trailing down her back.

"Gooooood," she managed to groan. Then she shook herself and caught up the end of the lead. "Okay, so like… what now? I just take you for a walk?"

"Master, come on," she giggled. "You're not being a good Master." But when Chie frowned, Yukiko fidgeted and added, "I'm sorry. That was supposed to sound teasing, but instead… well, I really am sorry. I was trying to say that you weren't playing your role yet."

"Okay." Taking a deep breath, she cracked her neck and tried to shove away those feelings of inadequacy that had begun to brew. "So you mean I'm supposed to start being a dog owner for real? Like, until we decide we're done and wanna go back inside?"

"Yes," she sighed in obvious relief that Chie wasn't upset with her. "How about this: I'll get on hands and knees, and that's when we start? And I'll stand up if I need to stop."

"Sure yeah, that sounds pretty simple. Go for it when you're ready."

With a small nod, Yukiko stepped out of her zori and into the grass, toes flexing as it tickled them. Her lips quirked into a reassuring little smile before she dropped down to all fours, perky little ass high in the air. Chie wanted to dive right into that inviting sight now — but she could wait. They had a game to play; they could have sex pretty much anytime they were alone together, as long as they were careful about noise levels. And door locks.

"Okay girl, let's go!" she commanded her in a more cheerful tone. This wasn't their first time playing in this way, or even their tenth. They just had never taken the playing outside of a locked bedroom before.

And miraculously… they went. Yukiko started walking along on her hands and knees, making little panting noises now and then. Just to maintain the illusion. Chie was both disturbed and turned on, but that happened a lot during their more adventurous encounters. The more they learned about this strange new culture they were a part of — thanks to the internet — the more intrigued they were, but Chie wasn't as good at taking it in stride as her puppy was.

Her puppy, Yukiko. Still bizarre to her.

"What is it, girl? You like that one?"

"Wan wan!" she yipped joyfully as she continued to mime sniffing a tree.

"Then it's all yours," she laughed easily, reaching down to scratch behind her ear. Her girlfriend hummed at the pleasant sensation, and even tried to jiggle one of her legs. With some success. Then she unclipped the leash from her collar. "Wanna play fetch, Yuka?"

More gleeful barking. So she found a stick and wiped it quickly on her sleeve — which, obviously, she wouldn't do for a real dog like Muku, but she figured she owed Yukiko at least that much.

"Go get it, girl!"

As Chie watched Yukiko, a real human being, bound off into the brush after a stick, she couldn't help feeling that her life had really gotten off track at some point. Mostly, she just wanted to be a semi-normal girl who went to school, hung out with her friends, practiced martial arts. Lately she had been toying with the idea of going into law enforcement when she grew up. Maybe it was because of all their adventures inside the TV, and saving Inaba from the menace of a vengeful god who had judged humanity as both too complacent and too volatile. She had found that not only did her kung fu training really pay off, but she also had enjoyed the idea of saving people more than she expected. And it was important work.

But seeing Yukiko creeping back from the bushes with the stick between her teeth gave her pause. Surely a cop didn't do things like this. Or maybe they did and she was just naive. No matter how many times they discussed the fact that she obviously loved her little Yuka, it still felt foreign and weird to order her around, treat her like property.

Even if they both got off on the roles of master and pet.

They had probably been playing fetch for about twenty minutes when Yukiko dropped the stick at her feet, then reared up to rest her "forepaws" on her master's hips. Barking at her. It was as cute as it was bizarre. Privately, she kept wondering if it hurt her knees to romp around like that, but Yukiko never complained. So she crouched down to scrub all over her hair, disheveling it so badly that she would definitely need to brush it out when they got back to the inn, and her girlfriend responded with more happy yips and licking all over her face.

"AH!" she giggled, trying to push her away without any success. Yukiko could be pretty strong when she set her mind to it. "Cut it out, Yuka! Ewww!"

Of course, this wasn't the first time the kisses had turned to doggy kisses. Though it was still a little icky, it was also highly entertaining for both of them so they had slowly incorporated it into their play. Yukiko's wet pink tongue slathered all over her cheeks, lips, chin… anywhere she could reach. Until finally, Chie grabbed her by the collar and held her back.

"Okay, girl! I love you, too." Yuka barked again so she grinned and pushed their foreheads together. "Who's a happy girl? Huh? Who's my sweet, sweet, happy girl?"

The junior innkeeper's ass wiggled from side to side. They had discussed getting her ears and a tail to help complete the illusion, but decided it would be a lot harder to explain those versus the collar and leash, which could just as easily be for Muku as for Yuka. Besides, she was pretty good at wagging a non-existent tail.

Chie was distracted from her thoughts when she noticed her girlfriend was sniffing around the hem of her skirt. She saw a coy smile grace her lips just before her face shot beneath to nuzzle against her center.

"WHOA!" she gasped — and went down hard on her backside. "Oof!"

When Yukiko's face reappeared, she looked very concerned. Still, they had agreed she was not to break character unless Chie had made it clear that she should.

"I'm okay, girl," she reassured her pet with a shaky laugh. "Just, uh… did not expect you to go for it like that. What is it, girl? Smell something good?" Yukiko gave a very human nod before remembering herself, and letting out a bark instead. "Yeah? Um, y-you want a treat from Master for being so good?"

That prompted a very strong bark, and her girlfriend gave a pronounced wiggle from stem to stern, to make sure there could be no question she really wanted that treat. So Chie leaned back against her elbows, allowing her thighs to fall open. Within a single second, her face was right back between those thighs, snuffling around and making sure her lips and nose were pushing into everything firmly.

And God help her, it was so hot. Every time they played like this, she still expected to feel disgusted regardless of how often she enjoyed it. And then was still surprised again. Maybe she really did have a learning disability of some kind.

When the nuzzling began to feel a little more pointed and purposeful, she realized that Yuka had hit an impasse. Sliding a hand down between them, she shakily tugged the crotch of her panties aside to grant her pet access. No time was wasted. After only a couple of sniffs, a warm, wet tongue was pressing into her needy flesh.

Chie really hoped nobody else would suddenly decide to take a walk through the woods. Not with her screaming out in ecstasy like that, a buck naked girl's face between her legs.

After a few months of trial-and-error, Yukiko Amagi was nothing less than a professional when it came to cunnilingus. That tongue knew every little fold and crease of her lover's sex, and she was an expert at finding the ways to set her off. With almost brutal efficiency, even if the touches were sometimes so light and delicate. Chie gave herself over completely, reaching down to grip her raven locks and hold her in place as she began to buck her hips against that insanely gifted mouth.

So close… "I'm coming! Good girl, Yuka! More!"

Well, she most definitely got what she asked for. At this point the game had been suspended while Yukiko ate her out with all the skills she had learned over the past several months, almost as if someone had challenged her to do the deed as quickly and spectacularly as possible. Her tongue almost seemed to be in two places at once.

Birds took off flying from the treetops when Chie cried out from the climax rocking her entire body, back arching off the forest floor. It was beyond mind-blowing. And all thanks to a good little doggie.

"Tapout!" she finally gasped a few moments later. That was the codeword they had developed for when their eager clits had been overstimulated to the point they couldn't handle any more. Yukiko's tongue disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief as her entire body shook and shivered. "Nnhh… oh GOD, that was… super intense!"

A little giggle spilled from the shining lips of her love as she crouched over her. Looking at her with bottomless affection. Just a moment for that to be made known — before she bounced a little. "WAN!"

"Y-yeah… good girl… c'mere…" She patted her chest and Yukiko crawled up to lick all over her face. "AWWW, NOOOO! Yuka, down! C'mooooon!"

Of course, it didn't take long for her to shove her puppy off and to stand up again, though her knees were a bit wobbly. A few deep, cleansing breaths cleared her head enough to clip the leash to Yuka's collar again and set off walking around the woods with her.

"You did such a good job!" she told Yuka — and Yukiko, really. Though she knew she couldn't talk back while they were in the middle of play. "I'm really happy. And even though Narukami's gone, I mean, he'll be back… and the rest of our lives are pretty great. Kinda kicking ass and taking names lately."

"Wan, wan!" Yuka replied. Too cute.

"You like taking walks with Master?" She paused to turn and look up at her, panting with her tongue out; a doggie smile. "Awww, I'm so glad! Sweet baby!"

Yukiko put her paws up again, but this time Chie pointed at her and said, "Down. You know better than that, girl." In response, she let out a little whine and got down on all fours again, looking up at her with large, baleful eyes that would have melted glaciers. "I'm sorry, but you have to behave; I can't have you jumping up on my friends!"

Not that there was any chance of that happening. Even after Naoto had figured it out, they still agreed this was only something for the two of them — nobody else.

Mostly obedient, Yuka pouted a little longer before she resumed trotting through the grass. Once or twice she winced when she crawled over a stick or a rock, but mostly she picked her way around them; they already established their rules for this interaction were no permanent injury. Chie wouldn't begrudge her that, even for the sake of "committing to the role".

They came to a stop nearly half an hour later when Yukiko began sniffing around a white pine tree excitedly. Chie couldn't blame her; evergreens smelled amazing. But as she sniffled… a memory of a previous conversation came back to her master. Were they ready? Most importantly, was Yukiko?

"Okay," she suddenly said, though she could hear the nerves in her own voice. "Mark it so we can go home."

Yukiko's look of surprise was priceless. Even while in Yuka-mode, she couldn't seem to fully suppress that deep level of alarm. But she didn't argue or stand up.

"Go on… if you, um, you need to."

There was a brief moment where it almost looked as if her girlfriend would either cry, or stand up and tell her off. Then she raised one leg…

And let out a golden stream against the bark of the pine's trunk. Chie felt her stomach disappear: she really did it. Her girlfriend, poised, refined innkeeper that she was, a true classic Japanese beauty… was pissing like a dog on a tree. Curiosity spiking, she took a further step to her right to get a better view, and was greeted with the sight of the thin arc of urine issuing from the top of her flawless pink pussy — two fingers on either side, to help keep the liquid from catching on the flushed lips.

Flushed from arousal, from going down on her? Or did she like this? Maybe "like" was too strong a word: Yukiko found it satisfying to be degraded in very small ways, so long as they played into her role of belonging to a loving master. By now, Chie had figured out — thanks in part to her shadow — that this was due to her desire to be cared for, cherished. To belong. Perhaps having to pee like a puppy in the woods pushed the boundary of what constituted a small way, but it wasn't so overboard that she broke character. In that way, it had been a perfect thing to demand of her.

As her thoughts bumped around inside her skull, the stream petered out. Yuka shook her raised leg a little, to rid herself of lingering droplets, then lowered it back to the ground. She was trembling all over, and she winced, but still made no comment.

"Very… good, Yuka," she told her in a distant voice. "Oh wow…"

A whining noise came from her puppy-slash-girlfriend, and she made baleful eyes up at her. Not very often had she witnessed Yukiko's cheeks flushed as they were in that moment. But the moment Chie began to frown, she nuzzled her leg — reassuring her that she was not upset with her. Just that the experience had been a strange, unsettling one.

"Okay, um… well, you did your business, so I guess we, like… should head back? Y-yeah…" But she instead dropped to one knee, pulling her in for a hug. Yuka leaned into the contact gratefully but didn't embrace her back, since dogs didn't use their forelegs like that.

In a flash, she knew what she could do to make her feel better. It was so obvious! After petting over her hair and back a few times, she started sliding her hand all the way back to her rump, then angling downward.

"Wan?" Yuka barked, the noise holding a very human question even if it was animal speech.

"Shhhh, shhh," she soothed her, petting along the damp folds. "Master saw you were really wet back here, girl. I-is it okay if I clean you up?"

Her girlfriend let out some very sensual dog-whines. Which apparently were possible. Chie felt her stomach turn a tiny bit at knowing this wasn't just excitement she was playing around in, because some of it was pee, but probably not much. And either way… it was Yukiko. She didn't mind.

And clearly, neither did Yukiko. As her attentions grew more pointed and firmer, fingers parting the lips and dragging up toward her ass, then back down toward her pulsing clit, the puppy panted and moaned, hips squirming from side to side as if to shake her off. Their past experiences had at least taught them to stop taking that involuntary reaction as a sign that their partner actually wanted them to stop; there had been a few touch-and-go moments thanks to miscommunication. Practice makes perfect, after all.

Kissing the top of her head, Chie whispered, "It's okay, Yuka. Master's gonna take care of you. Just let it feel good, okay? Like you made Master feel good before!"

By now, Yukiko was full-on baying — when she wasn't making more human sounds of pleasure. They were terribly hard to suppress in that state. Her hips were rolling into the contact, begging for more. Not for the first time, Chie wished she had a cock to slam into her — and they had considered buying one, many times. Probably would soon. Maybe even one that had two ends…

Once she started in on her clit, it only took another minute of blistering punishment before Yuka couldn't suppress her climax anymore. Her back arched and she let out a howl as the pleasure racked her body, nearly sending her face-first into the leaves and grass. And even doing something so base, she looked as elegant as always. The magic of Yukiko.

"Gooooood girl!" Chie praised her, kissing between her shoulder blades as her other hand pet up and down her neck. "So good, you were amazing! I'm so proud of my pretty Yuka!"

There was a much more subdued little "Wan" that fell from her lips before she gave a weak wag of her hips from side to side. But at least she was clearly happy.

As they continued their way back to the spot where they left the yukata, Chie was all smiles, and kept praising Yuka or commenting on what they might do later in the day. They had fallen into the habit of Yukiko using happy barks and whines to show her approval or disapproval of their various plans; that way she still got to put in her two yen without fully breaking character. Maybe it was cheating, but who cared?

"God, I could use some lemon soda," Chie sighed as the clothes came into view. "Oh — there we go. Did you have fun out here today, Yuka?"

"WAN!" she barked with a huge, panting grin, bouncing a little. Then she winced. "Nnn…"

"Yuka?" But she shook her head, so Chie sighed and pulled her closer to the clothes. "Mkay, let's get outta here; we still have time to play some Famidrive. Bet I can whoop you in Power Intuition!"

But as Yukiko drew almost right up to the clothes, which would be the official end of their play, Chie suddenly stopped and held the leash taut. There was a quiet gag before her girlfriend turned around to look up at her curiously.

"Wait… um… I was gonna do this later, but I think… I wanna do it now. While you're still on your walk, Yuka." Meaning during play. She actually had been going to wait for her birthday, but that was almost a year away — and she hated that she hadn't thought of it before the last one. Oh well, better late than never.

"Wan?" Yuka asked in concern.

"Huh? O-oh, right! I got you a little something." Kneeling down, she produced it from her jacket pocket and held it out. "Hope you like it, girl."

It was a dog tag. Not just any tag, but a bamboo tag with an elegant burned-in design of flames on one side. When Chie's nervously twitching fingers turned it around, the kanji "優花" were emblazoned on the back: Yuka. Gentle flower.

There was a very real gasp from her girlfriend before she squealed, "CHIE!" and threw her arms around her, bouncing with happiness. Her owner just began to laugh when she suddenly drew back and cleared her throat. "W-wan!"

"It's cool," she laughed as she reached for her collar. "We were almost done, anyway, right? Hmm…" Then she delicately began to attach the tag to her pet. The big grin and the way she could barely keep still was too adorable — and doglike, which continuously surprised her. Even if Yukiko was a beautiful debutante in so many ways, she was also the world's cutest puppy. "There!"

And no sooner had she finished than she was pounced upon, licked all over her face amid a flurry of giggles. After a minute or two, she managed to push the girl away and stood up.

"Okay, you can stand up too now."

"Ohhhh, Chie, it's gorgeous!" Yukiko gushed as she finally rose to her feet, catching up the yukata along the way. "Where did you get it? How long have you been hanging onto this?!"

"Few days," she told her shyly, watching her slip her zori back on. So cute the way her little toes wriggled to slip the thong between them. "J-just… you got me that necklace for White Day, and I don't know why, I didn't even think about-"

"Stop that," she cut her off. "We already discussed this, I told you I wasn't even sure if I should get you something. Since we aren't boyfriend-girlfriend, we are two girls; the rules aren't the same. So you didn't disappoint me!"

Shrugging as she helped her slide the light kimono around her body, she muttered, "Y-yeah, but you still deserved a gift. And we've been going out for like a whole year, so…"

"Almost a year," she whispered back with a twinkle in her eyes. One that made her suspicious.

"Um… you're not planning some kinda crazy thing next month, are you? Like, because it's our anniversary?"

Trying to sound innocent, she pressed a hand into her clothed chest — now that she had finished tying her yukata, naturally. "Why, Chie-chan! Would I do that?"

"Yep. Okay, okay… I guess I do wanna celebrate it, but don't go wacko! Just like, find us something fun. Maybe we can have a nice din-"

"Don't you worry about a thing," she reassured her lover as she linked their arms together. "Just don't be too busy that day and everything will come up roses. Okay?"

Letting out a loud "UGHHHHH", Chie tried to be grumpy as they headed for the edge of the woods, and toward the Amagi Inn beyond. But she still ended up leaning over to whisper, "Fine, I'm excited. Just don't tell anybody."

"Because our relationship is anyone's business as it is," she giggled. "Hmm… are you sure this is the right way?"

As Chie Satonaka stared at the pretty little innkeeper, the shafts of light filtering through the trees, her heart stopped for a moment as time froze. Because her priestess was there, and warm, and real, and so sweet and beautiful. Because they were there together.

"Everything's right, Yukiko," she whispered with a huge, goofy grin. "Everything."

~ THE END ~

#We'll Face Ourselves #chiko #yukiko x chie #persona 4 fanfic #jess the writer #nsfw-text #tbh i almost didn't post this bc i got a bunch of hate on wattpad #on an old fic #idk maybe i should just stop

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megalony · 5 years

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Baby of mine- Part 12

Another part of my latest Ben Hardy series which I hope everyone is enjoying so far.

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Ben had to.

He didn't want to wake her, but he had to. The right side of his body was leaning up against the cot, his head resting against two of the wooden panels as he gazed at the one-week-old laying peacefully asleep. The actor had been sat on the carpeted floor like that for little over an hour and now he was beginning to get anxious. It didn't matter that he could see the small rise and fall of her chest to indicate she was alright because his mind simply wouldn't believe it.

Reaching his hand through the pannels Ben delicately traced his index finger over her rosy cheek, trailing the tip of his finger up and down her skin until her head gently nudged against him. His hand shook as his heart rocketed in his chest from the sudden movement he wasn't anticipating as it stole his breath away. A big sense of relief swelling through him at the movement that set his mind at ease.

Ben hated this. He hated the feeling inside of him that was telling him that Libby wasn't safe sleeping in the cot because he knew she was. There was no threat to harm her, no health risks or concerns to worry him and she was peacefully asleep. Yet he found himself sitting here when he couldn't sleep or when he was paranoid gazing over at her just to be on the safe side. They had been home for two days now and Ben was both on edge yet relaxed at the same time and he didn't really like this contrast. It was confusing to feel fine one moment and then petrified the next.

The actor had yet to pick Libby up from the cot. He could just about handle settling her sleeping form down into the cot but picking her up was something he couldn't find himself being able to do. Every time he leaned over his arms would shake and his chest would seize up like he was suffering some kind of attack or fit. His eyes snapped closed as he could simply see Tommy resting motionless in front of him. Ben could remember the small cream coloured onesie Tommy had been wearing when Ben found him. He could remember the way his hand was curled up into a fist and resting beside his head, if he looked hard enough Ben could even see the baby blue blanket that had been covering him to keep out the chill.

The moment Ben leaned over the cot all he could see was his little boy, pale-faced and blue-lipped, too far gone for Ben to be able to do anything to revive him and bring him back.

Seeing Libby sleeping in the cot wasn't doing much good for Ben at the moment. Setting his nerves on edge instead and making him feel more paranoid than normal. He knew this would happen and he knew sooner or later if he didn't get over this then he would be turning to his addictions to help him out which is exactly what Ben didn't want to happen. He had his little girl now, he needed to keep this clean streak for her sake. Ben couldn't do that to her and ruin everything just to calm himself down when there was no reason for him to be panicked in the first place.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, sweetheart." Ben cooed, trailing his finger over her cheek again as small wails began to leave her rosy lips. Slowly Ben pushed himself to his feet, his hands grasping the side of the cot with force as he felt his chest beginning to tighten in a way that was all too familiar to him. She was beginning to wake up now, Ben couldn't sit beside her and hope to get her back to sleep that way, he needed to pick her up. He didn't fancy calling for (Y/n) to do that for him when he was unsure if she was still sleeping or not.

His stomach pulled inwards to the point it almost disappeared as he quickly leaned over the crib. Trying not to cry or pull back in fear of what his brain was trying to make him see instead of his little girl. A rushed breath passed through Ben's lips as one hand gently slipped under Libby's head, the other going under her back as he finally closed his eyes. Needing to stop himself from pulling up too quickly and scaring her. His body wanting to snap back up straight like he had done before, his eyes willing him to look down at her and see her features in an ungodly pale colour with lips that were an icy blue verging on grey. Wanting him to see how she wasn't moving as his ears ignored the small whimpers escaping her lips to go along with the idea that she wasn't alive anymore.

He took a few paces back from the crib as he finally straightened to his proper height again. His head tilting back as a forced breath parted through his lips when he felt Libby grasping the collar of his shirt as her head fell to his shoulder. The feeling of her chest moving against his own sent such a wave of relief through Ben that he hadn't felt for a long while.

"I've got you, baby." Finally opening his eyes, Ben glanced down to her to find that his mind wasn't trying to trick him anymore. He saw the pale pink onesie she was wearing instead of the cream coloured one Tommy had been wearing. He noticed the way her hand fell against his chest so her palm was resting to his bare skin as if trying to feel for his heartbeat. Ben saw how her head nuzzled into his shoulder as she relished in the heat he was supplying. He could see the differences that were keeping him from sinking into the past.

Turning around, Ben glanced to the rocking chair a few paces behind him deciding to sit there for a while. Moving one hand he reached out for the teddy that was resting on the chair, the one which just so happened to be Tommy's one.

Sitting down, Ben adjusted the newborn against his chest as a smile pulled at his lips when her eyes slowly began to open. They were a very deep shade of blue that he hadn't seen before which contrasted to his rather light emerald eyes. His thumb brushed over the teddy clasped in his hand as he gently held it in front of her, wondering if she was going to be fussed about it or simply ignore it and go back to sleep instead. A smile worked its way onto his features when the hand that had been pressed against his chest slowly and tiredly reached out for the new toy in his hand. Watching how she grasped the arm of the teddy before coiling it back to her chest out of Ben's hand.

Her eyes began to slowly fall closed, her head resting just below Ben's collar bone as she nuzzled her face into the new teddy she had been given which was like a fluffy blanket to Libby.

"You like that, huh?" Ben's voice was soft yet quiet, wanting to talk to her for a while but not wanting to keep her awake if she wanted and needed to go to sleep for a while. It wasn't like she could give him a verbal response anyway but her snatching the toy from him was enough to know she appreciated the new gift she had been given. "Your brother liked it too, was his favourite." Ben mused, his hand running up and down her back as he tipped his head back for a moment or two, relishing in the peacefulness that was surrounding them.

Mick had been right, relishing in the moments like these and getting involved was much better and easier than sitting on the sidelines too panicked that something was going to happen. Ben couldn't turn that part of him off, he couldn't just throw all his worries to the wind and watch them fly away but he could try and get over them. He could try and forget that they existed by basking in these moments that came along.

"I don't have that much of his stuff to show you, sweetheart. Come to think of it, I don't have a lot of photos either. He wasn't here long enough for that but I know he would have adored you, just like I do. And I do, I adore you so much... I just want to keep you safe baby, since I couldn't do that for Tommy. His stuff is all I have left of him, but you can have this one." Ben leaned down so he could press his lips to the small ash blonde tufts of hair on her head. Feeling her begin to drift off against his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt for seven years. This was definitely one of the things he had missed, it had been one of the highlights of his life to feel his little boy falling asleep against his chest like he had. To have that feeling again with his girl was euphoric.

A sudden knocking on the front door brought Ben out of his thoughts, causing his eyes to glance down to Libby for a moment. A silent debate happening in his mind as he stood up, wondering whether to set her back down in the crib or to take her down with him to answer the door.

Ben wasn't ready to set her down just yet and just in case she wasn't fully asleep. He cradled the back of her head as he made his way out of the room, seeing that Libby was fine with holding the teddy to her chest that was almost her size since she was small like a china doll. The actor took his time down the stairs so he didn't trip or disturb the newborn resting against his chest as he wondered who was at the door. His parents were coming down tomorrow to see Libby, his mother having cried down the phone when she was given the news of Libby's birth. Mick had been down yesterday and expressed his clear love for the newborn who seemed to take to him instantly. And Joe was coming over in two days when he had a free day, having been sent a new picture of Libby every day per his request.

Ben felt his stomach tensing when he managed to open the door to see Cora on the other side.

He had called her when Libby was born and the pair of them had shed tears and had a talk for a while. She had promised to come by soon when they were all back home but Ben didn't know when that would be. Ben knew that it would be hard for Cora. She hadn't wanted children anymore and to see Ben with another child of his own wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world for her and he didn't want her to feel she was obliged to come down and see them so soon. He understood if she needed time and he understood if this was upsetting for her. Ben never wanted to cause her any pain or upset.

"Hey." He breathed through the word as he quickly pulled back enough to open the door so she could come inside. Watching how her eyes focused on the small bundle in his arms, her lower lip pulling between her teeth when she noticed the teddy tightly wrapped up under Libby's arm.

A mix of emotions flooded her face so quickly Ben couldn't keep up nor decipher what she was feeling in that moment as he nodded for her to head into the living room so they could sit down. They both sat down on the sofa as Cora didn't dare move her eyes from the little girl resting in Ben's arms. She would be lying if she said it didn't hurt to see this sight again in different circumstances but that didn't mean she wasn't happy for him. Ben was her closest friend and if he was happy then she was too.

"I haven't seen this sight in a while." Her voice was quiet, her tone gentle as if she was testing the waters between them. Clearly indicating to the fact Ben was cradling a newborn, more to the point he was cradling his newborn. It was a beautiful yet shattering sight for Cora to see but the delicate smile on Ben's face showed he was over the moon to have this feeling back again.

"Feels weird- it's perfect but weird." It was a mix of a foreign yet memorable feeling that made Ben conflicted. He loved the feeling of Libby in his arms to the point he didn't ever want to set her down again but at the same time, it was weird when he had told himself this was never going to happen again. He'd convinced himself he'd never have the feeling of cradling his child again since Tommy was gone yet now here it was and he wished it had never disappeared in the first place. Ben started to wonder why he had never gotten this feeling again before now.

"It was a good pick after all." Cora mumbled, referring to the teddy as Ben smiled. Her eyes asked for permission before she delicately brushed her hand over Libby's head and cheek before her fingers trailed over the teddy. She had never paid much mind to the teddy before Tommy had passed away. She clearly remembered Ben coming home with that, claiming it was the perfect thing for their baby. Cora remembered Ben setting it in the cot and seeing Tommy took to the toy instantly, sleeping with it every night. But she never really paid attention to it or saw the significance of the teddy until Tommy passed.

Cora remembered how the teddy didn't lose its purpose or role after Tommy passed because instead of their boy needing it, Ben did. He had held the teddy at night when he couldn't find the ability to sleep, it had soaked up his tears and had been cradled to his chest like he was a toddler again.

When Ben moved out of his and Cora's flat into his own the teddy went with him like a roommate or travel companion. When he moved again it followed and when he got this home with (Y/n), the teddy was not forgotten along the way. It was kept in Tommy's box that held his things that Ben treasured close to his heart and never left his sight. Now it could be something that travelled everywhere with Libby instead. It had passed backwards from Tommy to Ben and now it could go forwards from him to Libby.

"Seems so... d-do you want to hold her?" Ben didn't want to push things too far if Cora didn't feel able to hold Libby just yet. It was clearly a bit weird for her to see her ex with another child of his own after all they had been through but at the same time if she wanted to hold Libby he wouldn't stop her.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment as Cora debated whether she really wanted to or not. Giving in to the overwhelming urge to do so she nodded, her arms shaking as the newborn was passed from his arms to her own. A shuddering breath left her lips at the feeling she hadn't felt in a long while. Her eyes looked down at the little girl who didn't seem fazed about being passed over like a present, her head snuggling into Cora's chest as she still held the teddy to her chest.

"Hey, hey no tears." Reaching forward, Ben carefully brushed the few tears beginning to fall from Cora's eyes with the pad of his thumb. His head ducking down to be level with her own as he tried to fight off the tears himself.

"W-what's her name? You never said on the phone." Cora tried to distract herself from the sudden waterworks happening from her eyes. Her head tilting up to look at Ben, suddenly remembering that he hadn't told her the name of the precious girl resting in her arms. He and (Y/n) hadn't decided on a name when she was born so when he called then he didn't have a name to tell her. Then when they talked again three days ago he either still didn't have a name or simply forgot to mention that little detail.

"Libby... Libby Cora Jones."

Cora's eyes lifted from peeking down at the girl in her arms to the person sitting in front of her. Her head beginning to shake as if he was telling her a lie, an unreadable expression on her face as the tears started to come back again. One way or another, Libby wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for Cora. If she and Ben didn't get together when they did, if they didn't have Tommy, if they hadn't of split when they did and decided to be friends then Libby would never have been born. If Cora hadn't felt alright with Ben having another child he wouldn't have had Libby now when he did if it would have upset Cora. Libby was here because of her and Ben wanted his girl to know just how important Cora was to him. She was his best friend and she meant as much to him as (Y/n) and Libby did.

"You... Ben..." A flicker of a smile pulled at her lips before they were pressed into a thin line to stop a cry from cutting against the back of her throat and escaping her lips.

"You're so important to me, I want Libby to know that." One of Ben's hands reached out to brush over Libby's head as she seemed rather peaceful and content in Cora's hold. A single tear slipped down Ben's features as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Cora's temple, needing her to know how important he thought she was. It didn't matter that they weren't together or what they had gone through, she was still there for him whenever he needed her and he appreciated everything she did for him.

Libby was now one of the biggest parts of Ben's life, and he wanted her to know how much the other people in his life meant to him. Especially Cora and Tommy.

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years

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theres no ‘I’ in fight ted “theodore” logan x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ringa-starr thank you so much i hope you like it ^-^

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I walked up the front stairs of San dimas high with Bill and Ted. They were my two best friends but we had only recently started hanging out. After the boys report they were praised by most of the school; by everyone except me. So being the two knuckleheads that they are they wanted to find out why. After promptly telling them their report was cool but seemed like a hoax they accepted it and decided to take me under their wing. I think it was partially because they were hoping I'd get bullied less but that didn't really seem to make a difference. Upon walking through the double doors i was immediately pushed away from the two boys.

"What the hell cara?"

I heard Ted.

"Yeah most non-triumphant dudette"

I heard bill chime in. But I couldn't see them, the most popular bitch in school was standing between me and them with her possé surrounding her.

"Can I help you cara?"

I snapped at her. She gave me a ride look, brow raised and a smirk across her lips.

"I just want you to know that hanging out with them doesn't make you cool. You're still the same rat you were before."

I nodded.

"What a great reminder for..."

I looked down at my watch.

"Seven thirty in the morning."

I shrugged.

"But Still a rat, got it."

Her group laughed quietly to themselves before she turned on her heel to look at my two friends.

"And you guys really shouldn't be hanging out with her either. Now that you're the talk of the school you wouldn't want to harm your reputation. Specially you Ted, you're too good for her, and I'm sure the rest of the swim team probably agrees."

He scratched the back of his head in discomfort.

"I guess that's just your opinion."

She huffed and crossed her hands over her chest.

"It's the only valid opinion of her Theodore. And besides, I heard you were skipping practice to hang out with her and that's not very righteous dude."

His eyes went kind of wide in shock t she had at what had called him. In all the years of us going to school together no one had ever called him that. Not teachers, not principles, not even his dad.

"How would you know? And don't call him that."

Cara turned abruptly to look at me with a fire in her eyes.

"I'm sorry what was that rat?"

I stepped closer to her.

"Hes not skipping practice because of me and he doesn't like being called that."

She stepped closer too, challenging me.

"That's not what I heard, playing hookie isn't a good way to get scholarships. And I'll call him whatever I so please, rat."

Next thing I knew I had pushed her, hard. Hard enough to make her loose her balance. When she stood back up she slapped me with all her might. Before I could hit her back Ted was stood between the two of us.

"As much as we'd all like to see a fight on this fine Monday morning I think we can save this for later."

Cara spit at the ground and looked me up and down with disgust.

"We finish this after school. Meet me on the front lot rat."

We all stood and watched her walk away. When she was gone Ted turned around and held my arms, examining my face.

"Did she hurt you?"

Bill walked over and looked too.

"It's fine, she doesn't hit that hard."

"Who does she think she is?"

Bill chimed in.

"Yeah who does she think she is?"

Ted Repeated.

"I just can't believe she called you Theodore"

I said with a nasty face. It didn't taste right coming out of my mouth.

"Literally no one calls you that."

He let out a nervous laugh.

"Like I get it's like the full name thing for your band but no one ever calls you that name just by itself and even if they did I feel like she definitely wouldn't deserve to call you that."

They both nodded in agreement and we heard the bell ring.

"C'mon y/n, we can't be late for math again."

Ted hooked his arm in mine and we both waved to bill as we paced quickly down the hallway.

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As the last bell rang out my stomach dropped. I hadn't given it much thought all day but now that the time was here I had no idea what I was gonna do. Is she gonna fight me? Diss me? Cuss me out? I had no idea what to prepare for, I shoved her for being a bitch which wasn't very strong grounds for violence. Now here I was between a rock and a hard place. I of course know I could take her weak ass but Im definitely unprepared. As I stepped out of the class I could see students piling out of the front doors ready to either go home or watch us throw hands. Even as people pushed past me they looked at me like they couldn't wait to see what would happen, some of them even offering me good luck in the events to come. I just sighed and trudged to my locker. When I slammed the door closed I jumped at Ted standing behind it.

"You scared the shit out of me Ted!"

I smacked his chest lightly.

"Sorry, you ready to go?"

"Do I have a choice?"

He shrugged.

"Shouldn't you always?"

I let out a short laugh and ruffled his hair.

"Come on, I'm sure bill is waiting."

I watched him swing his varsity jacket over his shoulder as we walked away from my locker. As we made our way outside we could see people already circling cara, asking her questions and getting her hyped up. I breathed deeply as Ted rubbed my back in reassurance. When we got into the circle I saw bill run towards us. He wasn't where he normally was when he left so he must have been waiting amongst the crowd. Ted squeezed my shoulder and gave me a knowing look before joining bill on the sidelines of the crowd.

"So, rat, are you ready to properly get your ass handed to you?"

I shrugged.

"Did you learn how to hit harder between seven a.m. and now?"

Her mouth gaped.

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

She swung her arm in my direction but I pushed it away before her hand could land on me, me retaliating and punching her square in the nose. It hurt like a bitch and I tried to shake my hand out. She stumbled back, holding her face.

"You bitch!"

She came at me, pushing me to the ground and trying to scratch and hit me. I couldn't really do much other than keep my hands up in defense. Anything to keep her mits away from my face, which seemed to work. We both struggled for a bit on the ground before I got at her shoulder and pushed her off me, rolling on top of her and punching her again. I went to lay another one in but I was lifted off of her. I was kicking and screaming, same as cara, but she stood up just as fast and stood in defense as I was held back by someone. I tried to pull away but they kept their grip on me.

"Ted to the rescue huh? Thanks teddy it means a lot that you would try to save me."

He loosened his grip and I turned around to look at him like I couldn't believe it. He didn't take his eyes away from mine.

"I didnt do it for you."

I drew my brows together and turned to look at cara who seemed like she couldn't believe what was happening either. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to look at him again.

"But teddy don't you like me? I like you? Why else do you think I would try to save you from that rat."

He looked deep in my eyes.

"Why? The only rat I need saving from is you."

He sent her a Stern gaze. Something I had never seen on his features before. He was normally the soft spoken one who kept to himself. I just kept trying to study his face, see what he was getting at. He turned his gaze back to me and it softened.

"Are you okay?"

He said quietly. I nodded. He nodded back, placing his varsity jacket around my shoulders.

"Good cause if you weren't I wouldn't get to do this."

He leaned down and kissed me softly. When he pulled away I heard a loud shriek from behind and then a bunch of cheering from the students surrounding us. I stood there in shock, forgetting that we even had an audience in the first place.

"Teddy!"

He looked back at her.

"My name is Ted Theodore Logan, not Theodore, not teddy. Call me Ted. Or as a matter of fact don't call me anything. I don't wanna be popular anymore. I just wanna hang out with my friends and go to swim practice and enjoy time with my girlfriend."

He looked at me as if asking me but not saying anything. I just smiled and nodded at him. Bill stepped forward and pointed at us.

"Yeah same here."

She stomped her foot and stormed off, the crowd slowly dispersing, some following her and the rest leaving for the day. I looked back at Ted.

"So we're 'dating' now?"

He smiled at me and shrugged.

"If you'll have me."

I pulled his jacket tighter around me.

"I'd love to."

I stood on my toes and kissed him again. When we detached bill cleared his throat, causing both of us to look at him.

"So, when's the wedding?"

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Organization Members as Babies/Toddlers

Suggested by: Anon. Let me know if any of the links don’t work!!! I didn’t do actual babies because babies don’t really have personalities and they don’t really... do much? So it’s more on the line of toddlers instead of babies.

Thanks to the headcanon queen, @4ddictwithapencil for help with this one!

Let’s just say that most of this is happening at Grandpa Xehanort’s house.

Xemnas

Favorite Toy: a Fluffy Puppy Rocking Chair where he can sit and judge people with his arms crossed and hatred in his eyes.

The grumpiest of babies. Nothing you do ever makes him happy. Will glare at you and judge you for everything you do, practically being judgmental at your parenting. Does not cry or scream, which would be a lot better because it would make him seem like a normal baby, but he does bite often and unashamedly. Also pulls hair, but not to be spiteful. He’s just fascinated by hair for some reason.

Sticks to a fairly strict schedule. Goes to bed at certain times, eats at certain times, naps at a particular time, etc. If he gets off of his schedule, he goes nuts and gets really upset. A decently calm baby when he’s on schedule, but when he’s off schedule? He’s a nightmare.

Xigbar

Favorite Toy: Nerf Guns

The naughtiest of tiny babies, absolutely 100% the worst baby ever. Gets into literally anything and everything because he likes to touch things just for the sake of touching them. Most likely to stick a fork in an electrical socket. Also likely to pee on you when you try to change his diaper.

Definitely a kid that will test your limits and really try your patience. He likes to see how much he can get away with without getting into really big trouble, so if you’ll tell him not to touch something, he’ll immediately touch it when you look away. Then during a scolding, he’ll pretend like he never did anything. Like this is literally Xigbar.

One positive about Xigbar is that he’s a great sleeper. Goes to sleep without a fuss and barely ever wakes up in the middle of the night. Also?? surprisingly cuddly when he’s tired? He doesn’t like being picked up or coddled too much, but when you see him yawn? He’ll definitely want to be held as he falls asleep.

Xaldin

Favorite Toy: The Jungle Gym Playground Set where he and Lexaeus help to protect baby Zexion

A baby with a surprisingly big appetite. He’s not picky when it comes to food and will literally try anything you put in front of his face.

Has a fascination with putting his face out of the window on long car rides to feel the breeze. Also has a tendency to fall asleep in the car when driving around for a while. For some reason it just makes him sleepy.

Xaldin is pretty content with being by himself. Likes to sit on the sidelines and watch everyone else play than actually participate.

Vexen

Favorite Toy: Science Experiment Lab

Super curious!!! Like to pretend to be a scientists and make pretend experiments. Never misses an episode of Bill Nye the Science Guy.

Never goes outside unless it’s winter and freezing. LOVES the snow more than anything else in the world. He’s one of those kiddos that you have to drag Vexen inside the house, even with the bribe of hot chocolate with little mini marshmallows. He just loves the snow, having snowball fights, and making snowmen!

Lexaeus

Favorite Toy: Tonka Dig n Rig Playset

That kid who likes to dig in the sandbox because he claims he’s going to dig to China. Just likes being in the dirt for some reason. He can just lay outside in the grass for hours without moving.

The quietest of all the babies. Seriously silent because he generally prefers to point at things instead of speaking. Never cries or talks, either, and his parents were seriously getting worried, so they actually took him to a doctor to see if something was wrong with his hearing or vocal chords, but no. He’s fine. When prompted, he was literally able to speak in fully formed sentences and shocked the hell out of everyone in the room. He just likes to stay silent more than anything else.

Zexion

Favorite Toy: Create Your Own Books Activity

Another baby who is seriously curious about the world. Likes to get into literally everything if only because he wants to know what it is, what it does, and how he can use it or play with it.

SO CUTE AS A BABY. Has chubby cheeks that you just want to pinch. A seriously lovable baby who’s wonderful and amazing.

He’s that baby that always accidentally gets into trouble, and Lexaeus and Xaldin know it. They’ve formed a pact between the two of them to follow Zexion around and keep him safe from other babies/bullies (aka Xigbar.)

Can’t go to sleep unless someone reads him a story.

Saix

Favorite Toy: Fisher Price Desk and Lamp to store his crayons and important documents

Pretty similar to Xemnas, Saix has a god damn schedule and you need to stick to it or he will go absolutely insane. You’ll be left with a very unhappy baby and he’ll make sure you know how unhappy he is, loudly and often. He needs order to function, more so than most babies.

Bossy as shit and a little know it all. He will definitely correct adults when they’re wrong about something and has absolutely judged his parents on their parenting skills and tried to tell them what to do.

Axel

Favorite Toy: Sit and Spin - definitely makes himself dizzy as hell on purpose.

You can’t have candles in the house with this sweet baby. He’s absolutely fascinated with fire and will very much stick his hands on or near the fire on the stove if given the opportunity.

He’s also very loud! Not in like the uncontrollable screaming way, but he just babbles a lot. He’ll definitely be trying to have a conversation with you like, “Bla bla baa bebebe sha ba daaaaaa da ba.” And you just have to nod and agree with whatever he says.

Like Xigbar, he’s great sleeper because he has so much energy during the day that he’s practically exhausted by nighttime.

Axel sometimes throws tantrums, but it’s usually only when he doesn’t get what he wants. You won’t let him have a snack or a piece of candy from the store and he’ll get pretty upset with you, but he’ll get over it fairly quickly.

Demyx

Favorite Toy: Sing-Along MP3 Player

Singing gibberish since literally the day he was born. Demyx has one of those little machines that has a speaker and microphone, and he drags the thing around ALL DAY, practically screaming into it because he thinks it’s singing and practically drives everyone nuts.

Loves to go in the pool! Demyx is a natural swimmer that doesn’t need floaties and isn’t afraid of water or getting water splashed in his face. Laughs hysterically every time you let him play with the hose pipe.

Luxord

Favorite Toy: Kid’s Playing Cards

Luxord likes all sorts of card games, like Old Maid, Go Fish, etc. He’s also a really great master at Peekaboo. Even though he’s a kid, 100% definitely has the skill to take all of your money in poker. Also likes matching games where you can find the matching pictures, Solitaire, and board games like Mouse Trap and Guess Who! Not Monopoly, though. He hates Monopoly.

Attracted to shiny silver and gold things, especially coins.

Likes to have someone sing him a lullaby before sleep and, unlike most kids, he really likes to have a bath. Can’t sleep unless he’s clean and in new jammies!

Marluxia

Favorite Toy: Kid’s Gardening Set

Marluxia loves playing outside! Spends more time playing in the yard than inside, so he gets tons of fresh air. Likes to play in the garden, pull weeds, and plant pretty flowers. Would try to plant acorns and other seeds because he wants to see them grow into something big.

Also gets dirty A LOT. He’s that crazy kid that makes mud pies whenever he possibly can and gets the mud everywhere. Over his clothes, tracked through the house, all across the driveway, on his skin, etc.

Larxene

Favorite Toy: An Old Barbie Doll, but it’s beaten up, hair torn out, and damaged

Larxene is a drama queen baby. Practically acts like she’s a teenager even though she’s only three years old. Definitely bosses the other babies around, like Angelica from the Rugrats. An unbelievable amount of sass within a tiny body.

Terrible. Tantrums. All the time. Every day. Everywhere. Larxene is the master of the temper tantrum because she knows it’s one of the best ways to get what she wants. Doesn’t care who she bothers with her screaming as long as she gets whatever it is that she wants.

Roxas

Favorite Toy: A stick that he pretends is a sword.

A happy, cheerful baby who laughs at everyone and everything, but he is very clingy. You can’t set him down or he’ll get really upset and worried that you’ll suddenly disappear.

He’s a happy baby, like I said, but he also has a short temper. If everything is the way he wants to be, he is the cutest most lovable baby in the world. If anything is annoying him, he’ll throw an absolute fit.

Also likes to play with styrofoam swords all the time. And for some reason, he has a habit of stealing your car keys (though you aren’t sure if it’s because he likes the shiny stuff or the jingling noise.).

Xion

Favorite Toy: A GIANT teddy bear that she can cuddle and sleep on.

A content, curious baby who doesn’t do much and is just happy to look around and see new things. She’s absolutely precious! Such a cuddle bug that loves hugs and skin contact just because she likes the warmth.

She’s cries sometimes, but not because she’s being a brat or throwing a tantrum. Poor thing just has a lot of emotions and the only way she can get them out is to cry. A quiet cryer, though. She doesn’t have loud, screaming cries.

Gets distracted really easily. She likes shiny things and noisy things and toys that squeak and rattle. She loves toys of any kind and is always happy to get new stuff.

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They Call Them Crushes || PARA

Who: Kurt & Harlan ( @joieharlan )

Where: Valentine Carnival & Harlan’s Dorm Room

When: February 14th, 2020

Notes/Triggers: NSFW. Kurt and Harlan have hit it off. Maybe too well...

Kurt leaned against a park bench near the kissing booth, tallying the number of people attempting to tongue the one in the booth. He has at three, less than he believed he would see, but humorous nonetheless. We would sometimes wander to enjoy the food and splendor elsewhere, but he always wandered back to the booth. When it seemed Harlan's turn was done, Kurt lifted his fingers to his mouth and whistled. He waved to get Harlan's attention, leaving his hand out. "You said later, right? Is this later enough, or do you want to wait a bit longer?"

Harlan had enjoyed his time in the booth but Kurt's presence since they had kissed hadn't gone unnoticed. With a whistle, he smiled a crooked smile to him. "I did, yeah. I think it might be. So is there some one around here I gotta beat off if i wanna say take you to a couple booth for some fun and then maybe head back to my room for a movie?" His hands shoved into his pockets. "No one should be alone tonight."

Kurt laughed, shaking his head and placing his hands coyly behind his back. "So far, the only obligation I have as an anonymous candygram at nine. But we have a few hours to kill till then, and afterwords I'm free." Kurt pocketed his phone where he was taking his tongue notes, standing up straight. "Show me around to some of the booths. I have always been terrible at the games."

Harlan smiled. "Well I get you home by 9 then." Offering his hand to the other as they walked along. "So tell me more about you, I got the bare minimum before and I know how you kiss, now I want to know about you."

Kurt slid his hand into Harlan's. It was nice for someone to hold his hand like this again. The grip was firm, but not tight. "Well, I'm studying film. I'm the president of the film club, actually, it takes up most of my time. Tonight was one of the rare nights I let myself have a break. Stroke of luck you were here." Kurt leaned in a little closer to Harlan as they walked. "What about you? I don't know much about you, either."

"Film huh? So what do you want to do for them? Direct? Produce?" Harlan smiling as Kurt leaned into him more. It was rather enjoyable to walk around with someone like this. "I'm here for social work mostly. I plan to take over my uncle's farm. He runs a program for special needs kids where they get to ride horses and pet farm animals. I want to do that one day."

"Directing. My plan is to do so well, I get an Oscar before 2030. It is a 'reach for the moon, land among the stars' kind of goals, but aiming high doesn't hurt." Kurt smiled wide at Harlan's goals, shaking his head. "That is just- It's heartwarming, hearing someone going into that sort of work. It is so amazing how something so simple can mean the world to someone else. You must have a big heart."

"Well I can't wait for that to happen and I get to say, I know him and I kissed him." Harlan smiling to Kurt. "Thank you kindly, I mean, I like to think I do." Stopping then a booth. "Would you like a teddy bear?" Pointing to the milk bottle throw they were standing in front of

"Oh, I can see it now! Your face would be on tabloid magazines everywhere!" Kurt waved his free hand dramatically, showing off the gravitas of Hollywood gossip reels with the flick of a wrist. He came back to reality when Harlan pointed to one of the games. "I would love one, if you could get it! I never win at these, I swear they are rigged."

"Yeah, I'll be the man that almost was the famous director's lover." Harlan doing the same motion with his hand. "Oh they're rigged but living where I'm from, you learn tricks about these things." Paying the man, Harlan had three baseballs to use. He used the first to gage the bottle then with the last two, hit down the milk bottles. "Ta'da" Turning to Kurt and handing him the purple bear

"...Well, you don't have to say almost. The night is young, and so are we." Kurt had no idea where some of these quips came from Harlan emanated a foreign type of casual confidence, and it was slowly rubbing off on Kurt. Kurt watched from the sidelines, watching as Harlan, to Kurt's utter shock, knocked the bottles down. He took the bear with a face of confusion. "I-I honestly can't believe you did that- I've never seen anyone win those! Thank you!" Kurt leaned onto onto of his tip-toes, giving Harlan a quick, but meaningful, kiss on the cheek, holding his new prized possession close to his chest. "I'll name him Harlan Jr."

"that is very true." Harlan replied. Who knew how the night would end after all? Seeing him in shock, he smiled at how he was reacting once he had the bear in his arms. "Well alright." Taking his hand once more to stroll again. "So you gotta meet someone at 9 huh, do you know whom it is?"

Kurt kept his new prize close to his chest as they walked along, retaking Harlan's and continuing down the path. "I don't! That is the weird thing. I wasn't even aware someone here felt that way about me... Well, except Dante, but we knew each other years ago, and he isn't so gushy as to get me something like this..." Kurt glanced at Harlan. "Do you know who it is?"

Harlan shook his head to him. "I dont know, I havent really heard much. Sorry but I think it will probably be someone sweet and kind. Since you seem to be both those things." Taking the moment to kiss his cheek with a grin on his lips. "So you and Dante...mind if I ask whats goin on there?"

Kurt nodded, sighing sadly. "They must be... God, I really hope it doesn't go badly. I am not sure what I am going to do at this point... Should I even go?" Kurt asked, just as Harlan's lips pecked his cheek. He stopped their walking, biting his lip a moment. "He and I... I don't know. We talked a lot, and decided that not putting a label on it was best. We don't hate each other, that is for sure." Kurt chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Look at me, lamenting about my problems. What about you? Any issues in the love department?"

"I think you should, you never know, could be the one you're crushing on as well" Harlan giving him a soft wink as he did. Listening closely, Harlan nodded along to what Kurt was saying, though he could see how that could end bad and backfire on them both. "No, not really. Haven't done much beyond going to classes, so I don't mind listenin darlin."

"That is the strange thing, I am not crushing on... anyone, really. I was fully expecting to be alone today." Kurt's grip on Harlan's hand tightened. Kurt nodded, looking across the festival again before returning his gaze back to Harlan. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what piqued your interest in me? You're charming and patient and gentle, so why pick me? I'm all loud and bossy."

"I was too. I mean I was hoping I'd find someone to spend some time with." Stopping for a moment, Harlan grinned to him. This time, he closed the space as he kissed the other man. "Because you're loud and bossy but you're also kind and sweet and very fun to tease." Smirking as he stepped back and started to walk with him once more.

Kurt was about to retort, argue, maybe even been self-deprecating, but stopped short when Harlan's lips claimed his again. His cheeks turned a vibrant pink, hiding his face in the teddy bear when they started walking again. "Fun to tease- That's not fair, you know. I don't know how to tease you!"

"I think you do, just haven't seen it yet." Harlan being the gentleman he was, kissing the back of the other's hand. "I don't know much about you Kurt, but I do know that every one deserves to feel special and wanted. Thats all I'm trying to do." With that, he found another booth and stopped. "Ready to race?" stopping at the booth that had the you spray water into a hole to win.

Kurt smirked when the back of his hand was kissed. It felt like one of the cheesy romance novels he would read. "Well, you are doing an amazing job." Kurt looked to the booth they stopped at, his eyes lighting up a bit. "I remember this game! I would play it at the fair whenever it game around. Sure, of course I'll play!"

"Good to know. My ma will be happy to hear thar. " Harlan said. Seeing his excitement, he couldn't help but smile and be even a bit more excited then he had been. "Well then, let's go. I might even let you win" Teasing him a bit.

Kurt faked his offense. "Let me win? I'm going to smoke you!" Kurt teased, setting the teddy bear in a safe spot so it wouldn't be in the way. "I used to be good at this, I just need to remember the skills nine-year-old me had."

"We'll see, darlin" Harlan taking a seat by him. He wasn't really going to try too hard, just wanting to see how it went. Harlan wasn't one to be very competitive when it came down to it. He just liked having fun.

The two of them sat down to play the game, Kurt determined to win. His competitive nature was showing through in full force. the game commenced, Kurt's eyes on fire, focused on winning the silly carnival game.

Harlan tried but he was more focused on Kurt and seeing him have so much fun in what he did. Win or lose, this moment was on the top of all of his thoughts.

"Yes! See! HA!" The game had ended, and sure enough, Kurt was the victor. He brushed imaginary dust off his fingernails. "Still got it!" The man running the booth handed Kurt a new stuffed toy; a heart shaped plush with a smiling face on it. Kurt looked it over a moment and handed it to Harlan. "There. Now we both have special somethings." Kurt said, grabbing his teddy from it's safe space.

Harlan took the heart, making it beat against his chest. "I like it and I let you win." Standing, he winked and started to walk away, knowing and thinking that Kurt just might follow him. Harlan's hand hung free for this reason.

"No, no, you don't get to take this win from me!" Kurt followed behind, pointing a finger at him. "I won! All me!" Kurt said, hugging his teddy to his chest as he continued to follow Harlan, taking his hand again. "So, where can I find you, after my meeting at nine?"

Harlan chuckled, glad to have Kurt's hand in his once more. "My dorm room, room ### in the Beiste dorm. I'll be there and waiting for you." Kissing his hand once more. "I won't take your win from you, even if its the truth."

Kurt nodded. "Okay.. Well, I'll be there to tell you how everything goes, I guess." Another kiss to his hand had his cheeks and floundering embarrassment back in the forefront. "Whatever, I know in my heart that I truly won."

Harlan nodded, looking at the time. "I'll see you there if it doesnt go in the way I think it just might." With a swift kiss to his lips, Harlan wandered and went back to his room to wait for Kurt. Though his mind wandered to if he'd actually come.

Kurt tried to chase after the kiss as Harlan backed away, but it seemed like this was their goodbye for now...

-:-

It was near nine forty-five when Kurt wandered his way towards Harlan's dorm. He felt so bad for Nikkolai. Kurt thought he let him down gently enough, but that look of sad defeat was heartbreaking. Still, he couldn't aimlessly wander around campus for long. If anything, making himself scarce may be the wise choice, to avoid Nikkolai. When he found the dorm, he knocked softly on the door.

Harlan was sitting around his room in his sweatpants and a tank top as he heard the knock. Opening the door, he was happily surprised to see Kurt there. Letting him in, Harlan shut the door behind him. "I"m guessing it didnt go so well?" His face twisted in concern for the other man

Kurt walked in, hands in his pockets. "It went fine. Actually, for the most part, it was very romantic, but..." Kurt sighed, turning to face Harlan. "It was Nikkolai. He played me a song at the fountain, he said he gets tongue-tied around me, and his note was so nice, but... He's my friend, I just didn't feel the same."

Harlan sighed, at least now he knew who it was and whom Nikkolai had planned to sing to. His face still twisted a bit, he shook his head a bit. "I'm sorry you had to do that. I know he's probably hurting and it sucks. I hope you don't lose him as a friend from this.." Offering Kurt a hug.

Kurt accepted the hug, hiding his face in Harlan's shoudler. "I hope so too... He seemed so sad as he walked away, I really hope he bounces back fast."

Harlan rubbed his back softly. "It might take time but I think he will. Most people do after all" Pulling back enough to look at him. "You want to cuddle and watche something together?"

"He is such a sweet guy. He'll find someone one day." Kurt pulled back with Harlan, nodding at his offer. "I'd like that, a lot." Kurt walked further into the room. "Have you picked out a movie yet? I've been on a 80s high school comedy binge lately."

Harlan held his hand, pulling the other boy into his lap as he smiled to him. "I was going to watch a romcom but I think I can let you choose." Offering him the remote to look through all the streaming services to find something to watch. His arsm wrapping Kurt's waist, chin on his shoulder.

Kurt let himself be pulled into Harlan's lap, eyes going wide at the sudden intimacy. Normally, Kurt would back off at this much intimacy so quick, but his lovelife was such a whirlwind, being pulled in every direction, and Harlan was such an anchor in that very moment- He let it happen. And it felt good. "I can think of a romcom that is also an 80s high school comedy." Kurt turned his head to look at Harlan with a smirk. "Have you ever seen Sixteen Candles?"

Harlan held him but not too tight as he wanted to make sure that if Kurt wanted to move, he could. "I have seen it, not the biggest fan but I don't mind. I'm more into 'Cant buy me love' but I'll watch 16 candles for you. "

"Aww, I love Sixteen Candles..." Kurt sank deeper into Harlan's hold, the invasive thoughts melting away as he felt more of Harlan's body heat. "Maybe seeing it with me will change your mind," Kurt noted, as he found the movie, starting it up.

"Maybe it will" Harlan replied, kissing his cheek as they both turned to focus on the movie. It wasn't too bad but it still wasn't his thing. He spent more time just thinking about the boy in his lap and how he really enjoyed this. It had been so lonely since he came.

The more the movie went on, the more comfortable Kurt got. He leaned further into Harlan's hold, becoming more and more aware of the other man's touch. He placed a hand on Harlan's leg, the movie coming to it's climatic wedding scene. It was then Kurt turned to Harlan. "Has your opinion changed yet?"

Harlan shook his head. "Sorry darlin, it hasn't but it has made me want to kiss you again. " He whispered to him and kissed his cheek then over to his lips. It wasn't a long kiss, just enough to tease. "You are too much fun to kiss"

Kurt accepted the kiss, turning to he was no longer facing the television, now properly in Harlan's lap. "I have to admit, I'm having a good time." Kurt said, leaning in to initiate his own kiss, placing Harlan's hands on his hips.

Harlan smiled. "I'm glad." He kissed him back, holding his hips as they kissed. He pressed in a bit more, tightening his grip and asking for more in the kiss. Lips parting a bit, he smiled as he tugged Kurt's bottom lip.

Kurt gasped in surprise, placing his hands on Harlan's shoulders. Kurt hummed as the kiss continued, Kurt grinding down on Harlan's lap. he had never done anything like this before; he wouldn't get this heated with anyone so soon, but it felt so invigorating.

Harlan let out a soft noises as Kurt grind on him. It had been some time since he had had this much interaction but he didn't mind it. He had made out with his fair share of boys, small towns will do that to you. His hips pressing up to meet Kurt's as his hands moved to grip Kurt's ass.

"Ah!" Kurt exclaimed at the grabbing, breaking the kiss a moment. "Um...maybe not that far- Not that this isn't fun, but..." Kurt sighed, rolling his. Once again, he was running his mouth instead of enjoying the moment. "I-I have never done anything like, um... Today has been a day of firsts, if you get my meaning." His eyes went wide. "Not the virginity first, that happened, but... getting occupied on the first date type of first."

Harlan smiled, even laughed a bit. "I've never gone that far with a guy before, just kind of felt right in the moment." Nuzzling along his jaw some. "We can leave it here if you want, I'm not looking to pressure you."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow, nuzzling Harlan right back. "What, never? But you seemed so natural at it-" Kurt looked at him, sliding his hands down Harlan's chest. "You've never done anything with a guy before?"

"Made out, some handjobs but thats about it." Feeling his hands drift over his chest a bit. "We were both pan but didn't know about going to far and all. Just wanted to try some of the basics. I mean, I have done more with girls but thats about it with boys, darlin." Pressing a kiss to Kurt's jaw then.

The cogs in Kurt's head started turning. he had made it this far, and didn't implode, or even feel overly dirty. Just the normal, good kind of dirty. "Well... I'd hate to leave you without upping the ante, at least." His voice shook a bit as the words came out of his mouth, the the fire and determination in his eyes was unmistakable- He wanted to do this.

"What did you have in mind? And if I'm honest, I don't mind you staying tonight." Harlan thinking that maybe Kurt would take him up on the offer to stay the night. "Cuddles and all that, I'll even make us breakfast in the morning." Just offering more, though it seemed Kurt had another version of more in mind now.

Kurt sucked on his bottom lip a moment. He was so beyond nervous. "I was thinking more along the lines of..." Kurt's hand slowly slid down Harlan's chest, stopping at his beltline. "If I am not intruding, I was hoping to do better than your previous partners..."

Harlan licked his lips, lust lining his eyes. The idea of this angel doing more then those of the past, he couldnt help but like the idea. "Hmm sure, but you know, staying is still something that you can do after." Pulling him into a heated kiss as he moved Kurt's hand to let him feel how the boy had made his body react.

Kurt accepted the kiss, just as the credits from the movie started to play behind them. He gasped into the kiss when he felt just how aroused Harlan had become- All because of him. Kurt still had doubts about doing this, but he shoved them out, taking a bit of Hunter's advice from days before. This was natural, right?... Kurt slowly stroked up and down through his sweatpants, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination. "W-well, you certainly aren't lacking."

Harlan moaned in the kiss, moving back as Kurt palmed him a bit more. He was taking his life in his hands and damn it did it feel good to be touched like this by such a beautiful man. "Hmm oh yeah?" he whispered to him. "Well thank you, babe." The nickname was easily falling from his lips.

Kurt took this moment to lean to Harlan's neck, placing a soft kiss there, softer than anything he gave the whole nights. "Just... lay back, relax." Kurt said softly into Harlan's ear. He slowly slid down Harlan's body, his knees touching the ground, and with the expertise of some whole who clearly has done this more than once, slid Harlan's sweatpants down with him. His eyes went wide at what he saw. "Oh wow..."

Harlan felt a shiver run down his back, his eyes closing as he found himself shifting on the bed. His hips lifting in a way to help Kurt remove his sweats and smirking as he heard his reaction to seeing him undressed now. "You still think you can handle it, babe?" his fingers sliding through Kurt's hair and leaning down to kiss him before he relaxed once more.

The confident fire in his eyes enraged at the challenge; of course he could! Kurt, with a gentle hand, took hold of Harlan's member, stoking up and down once, using the kiss as a distraction from his movement. "What, you think I can't? Have faith in me, I'm sure I can handle you just fine.”

Harlan groaned and moaned as Kurt touched him as he did. Kissing him back, Harlan smirked. "We'll see darlin. I don't know how much you can take. Why don't you show me now? " Licking his lips, eyes lust blown with the idea of seeing all this.

Kurt smirked, lowering himself further down, keeping his eyes locked on Harlan. He stroked up and down a few more time, trying to gain a little more courage by biding his time. He had done this before, so he had no reason to think he would be bad at it. Still, those few bought seconds earned him the needed willpower to finally lean in, sliding his tongue in a long stripe up the underside of Harlan's cock.

Harlan watched him move lower, his eyes closing to just take the feeling of Kurt's hand on him. With the lick to his cock, Harlan bit his lip, a loud and low moan leaving his lips. "Oh babe, you going to show me what else you can do with that?" Fingers sliding in Kurt's hair once more.

Kurt glowed under the praising and filthy talk, his eyes practically beaming with pride. To say Kurt had a thing for being praised was an understatement. He responded, not with words, but with his tongue swiping a lap around the head of Harlan's cock, slowly, three times. Without pulling away, Kurt closed his lips around Harlan, bobbing his head up and down once, before pulling off with a mischievous smirk.

Harlan was wrapped up in the feeling of Kurt doing what he could to make him moan. He moaned softly and bit his lip and pressed his hips up a bit. He stilled them again, smiling as his heart rate picked up. "Hmm you are good at this. So good babe." Tugging his hair softly.

Kurt took the moaning and raising of his hips as a sign that Kurt was doing just fine. The butterflies in his stomach were gone by now, and hearing all the warm words coming from Harlan had him feel so much more confident about all of this. Kurt brought his mouth back around Harlan's member, starting a slow pace of sliding his head up and down. Harlan's size was not something to laugh at, Kurt closing his eyes to focus on keeping his gag reflex in check as he slid further and further down with each downward slide.

Harlan just played with Kurt's hair as the boy moved deeper on him. He could feel the heat around his member, making him moan. Sure, he had had this done before but he wouldn't lie, a boy doing it was something new and very good feeling to him. Tugging his hair softly, Harlan panted.

Kurt, in normal circumstances, would he stopping anyone from touching his hair, but this felt good; Kurt was actually having fun. He wanted to coax moan after moan out of Harlan, his tongue taking laps around his shaft, the entirety of his member sliding into his throat with ease. Kurt prided himself on his skill, but this was something entirely different. This felt wild, untamed, like a part of Kurt he had been holding back was unleashed, and Harlan's cock was the victim.

Harlan was a goner already and knew that. It had been some time since someone had done this to him and he wasn't going to last. He did his best though, wanting to give Kurt all he seemed to be looking for as well. Tugging at his locks more, Harlan moaned a little louder. "Gonna make me come, babe."

Kurt took Harlan's admission as a prompt to take his mouth off for a moment, breathing in a bit before smirking. "T-That's the goal." Kurt teased, going back to his previous task. A bubble of nervousness boiled up in Kurt's brain, something he hadn't thought about till this point; spit or swallow? Kurt from ten years ago would have never thought of swallowing, but the last thing he wanted was to walk home with a stain on him. And he just got this shirt! With a resigned affirmative, Kurt resorted to keeping his mouth locked onto Harlan till he was finished... finishing.

Harlan laughed softly, though it was weak and breathy from all the pleasure that was building up in him. He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back into his head. He didnt think he could do much more and with one good long suck, he found himself coming. Harlan moaning the other boy's name and pressing him down to hopefully keep him there and have him take the load. Letting go as he got soft, Harlan slumped a bit and smirked. "Damn, thats what I was missing huh?"

Kurt had enough time to mentally prepare himself before Harlan came into his mouth. And with as much grace as he could muster, he swallowed it all. When he couldn't feel any more being released, Kurt popped his mouth off, slowly sliding his tongue up and down gently, to clean off anything left over. When he thought he did a good enough job, he smirked back at Harlan, swirling his finger over the head of his cock like he would the rim of a wine glass. "It's a little different, huh?"

Harlan pulled him up and into a kiss. He could taste himself on Kurt's lips. "Yeah, it was, very. But I think it has more to do with who was on their knees for me, darlin." Whispering against his lips, kissing him once more, his hand cradling the back of Kurt's head in the kiss.

Kurt accepted the kiss, arching himself into the touch as he slowly pulled Harlan's sweatpants back where they belong. "Mmm, and Lord knows how I love being on my knees," Kurt joked, rolling his eyes at the line and letting himself melt into the kiss again.

Harlan chuckled a bit. "Well I think I like you on my lap more or at least in a kiss. Now do you need help with anything? I can't promise I can do that, but i can help ya" Not feeling it was right to let Kurt suck him and not at least offer to help Kurt get off as well.

Kurt chuckled, leaning back from Harlan as the erotic air seemed to tone down. Kurt paused a moment, licking his lips and shaking his head. "No, I'm alright. We should um..." Kurt's cheeks turned a deep pink. He was aroused, this was the most action he's had in months. Yet, on his journey through many firsts, this was one he was not ready to jump over. "We should stop here, if that's okay?"

Harlan shrugged to him. "Alright, darlin. You know I said we'd do whatever you were comfortable with and so if this is it, then it is." Standing, he pulled him close. Harlan's hands on his ass. "So you going to stay over or do I need you let you go?"

“Thank you,” Kurt said, pecking Harlan’s lips again. He slid out of his lap, checking his outfit over and leaning back over Harlan. “I’ll go, this time. Just... keep me in mind. This was fun, and I don’t think I’d be against doing it again.”

Harlan nodded. "Look forward to seeing you again then." his hand in Kurt's he walked with him to the door. "Gentleman always see their guests out." Leaning against the door as he let Kurt walk past. A smirk on his lips. "See you soon." He called out as he shut the door.

#para; harlan #//IT HAPPENED #joievday

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Drive (Part 3)

"Hey Y/N, it's almost 10, you need to get up," Seungkwan shook the girl awake, a small beam of light coming in through the hallway.

"No," She murmured, cuddling further into the pillow she was holding.

The door was quietly opened more by S. Coups, who stood in the doorway.

"Your mom let me in, she said that once you get Y/N up, your grandmother needs help."

"Oh crap," Seungkwan stole the blanket off of Y/N and running out of the room, "sorry Y/N."

"If you're here to be a fucking dick, just don't, I'm not in the mood."

S. Coups scoffed, "I was actually here to say that I'm sorry about what happened to you, Strawberry, but you want to act like that, maybe I won't be nice." as Y/N was getting up from the bed, S. Coups scanned her up and down.

"Whose clothes?"

"DK's mom had some old clothes in the back of his father's pick-up, they lent it to me."

"Mm-hm."

S. Coups was thinking about something to say to Y/N. He walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, scaring her i to turning around.

"I know I'm an ass someti-"

"All the time," Y/N said, trying to fight back any bit of anger, "like what the hell, Seungcheol," the man groaned at the use of his real name, "you act like an ass one day and the next day, you're trying to act like my best friend. Like what the hell have I ever fucking done to you?"

Stunned, S. Coups looked at the girl, hoping maybe her nickname would spark some sort of reaction from her, "Strawberry."

Y/N shook her head, "my mom dropped some clothes for me earlier, I need to get changed. If you could get out, that would be appreciated."

S. Coups walked out of the room, still in shock before leaving the house, telling Seungkwan there's gonna be an emergency meeting later.

Y/N changed into a mid-thigh high-waisted skirt with an off-the-shoulder shirt, grabbing her phone, and met Seungkwan in the kitchen.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

"Yea, Kwanie. I'm fine."

"S. Coups wants us to meet him later, are you fine by yourself?"

As if a miracle happened, a notification popped up on Y/N's phone.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Seungkwan hugged Y/N, "it's gonna be okay, it shouldn't be more than 2 weeks. Is that one of the Preps?"

"Yeah, the youngest, Dino. He wants to meet at the diner."

"Oh, Lee Chan? Him and Vernon are in my public speaking class. I can give you a ride."

"Thank you, Kwanie."

The drive to the diner was anti-climatic. While Y/N and Seungkwan were walking into the diner, Y/N looked at the boy and told him, "Dude, you drive like a granny."

"Excuse you, my driving is the best quality, thank you."

"I knew I heard them," Vernon was waving at the duo, "we're over here."

Jun slid out of the booth to let Y/N in and immediately threw his arm over the girl's shoulder.

"You could've stayed at my house, babygirl. We could've shared a bed together."

"Gross, Junhui," Y/N said, putting her head on his shoulder. Seungkwan stiffened at the flirtyness between the two and tried to avoid looking at them. Vernon noticed this and nudged him, mouthing "they're always like this. They're just friends."

The group was talking for an hour until the bell above the door rang, revealing the other 3 Socs.

"Seungkwan," S. Coups's voice boomed through their section, "get your ass over here. It's bad enough you have to let one stay with you, we can't have you turn into one."

Seungkwan got up and pouted, Vernon got in front of him, confronting the Soc leader.

"Dude, just get the hell over it, we don't want any shit. Just let him hang out with whoever he wants."

Jun got up and pulled Vernon away.

"Scared, Pretty boy?" The member known as Hoshi snarled.

"No, I just don't want to do it here. The diner is neutral territory, remember? Or are you all just dumbasses?”

"Alright, let's not do it here," Hoshi gestured around the diner, "Let's do it on Jenkin's Curve."

Both of the groups started to yell and whoop for their side, along with some diner patrons.

"Really, Jun?" Y/N said, standing up from the booth, trying to tug Jun away from the rowdiness, "Jenkin's Curve?"

"Winner gets the diner," Mingyu spoke above the ruckus, "the loser gets to be the winner's little bitch for a week and has to suffer through finding a new hangout that hasn’t already been claimed."

"If all terms are accepted, shake hands," Dino added.

"Fine." Both leaders shouted, before shaking hands, Jun whispering something into S.Coups's ear.

It seemed as if the diner went insane, everyone running out to see the race. It was like everyone just teleported, vanished, disappeared, dashed to Jenkin’s Curve to get a great seat.

"Jun, you can't do this. Are you insane?"

"Babygirl, I'll be fine," he kissed the girl's cheek, "I'll make sure I win."

Nayoung appeared from the sidelines, "on the count of 3, you'll go. The winner gets Paige's Pantry, a servant, and a special prize that'll be revealed after the race. It'll be one lap, here through Jenkin's Curve and back again. Got it?"

The guys revved their engines.

1... 2... 3... Nayoung waved them off.

S. Coups and Jun took off like bats out of Hell, going from 0 to 60 in the span of 2 seconds.

The audience waited in suspense, it felt like no one was breathing, but they were all cheering. The race would only take about 3 minutes, the winner was gonna be announced any second. Time slowed down, but it was like the race over in the blink of an eye. The two cars were back at the start, Jun getting out of his car with a smile, while S. Coups looked like he was upset, almost about to cry, staring at Y/N.

Nayoung grabbed his wrist, "Your winner, Wen Ju-"

Red and blue lights flashed around the area, sirens cutting through the air.

Everyone scattered like cockroaches when they heard sirens coming. S. Coups ran to Y/N, pulling her with him through the woods, a shortcut to a run-down house.

"Come on, my uncle owns this house, he uses it for storage, we'll be safe here," S. Coups said, clearly running on adrenaline, yanking Y/N along with all his strength.

They ran to the basement of the house, hiding underneath the stairs. S. Coups heard a creek and pulled Y/N into the corner, shielding her body with his. When the sirens faded, he loosened his grip.

The pair jumped when they heard his phone vibrated and he growled at the annoyance. Y/N would be lying if she said it wasn't hot. 'It has to be the cold,' she thought.

"He bet me?" Y/N said, looking flabbergasted, "and you were at my house a few weeks ago?"

"I can explain why I was there, but not why he bet you. Seungkwan wanted me to check on you, he says that you're often alone at your house, that your parents constantly work, he didn't want you to be scared, but he said himself he's too much of a pussy to ask you because he knows you'll say you're fine."

Y/N said nothing.

"Is it true?"

"No."

"Strawberry, I saw you standing at the kitchen island by yourself, watching TV. How often are they gone?"

"I don't need your pity, Seungcheol," she pushed the tall guy away and started to walk up the stairs until S. Coups hugged her.

"I'm not givin-"

"Then what are you doing?," she snaked out of his grasp, "you never answered me earlier. Why are you such an ass and then the very next moment, you're being the nicest guy I've met?"

"It's hard to explain and it's stupid to explain."

"Well, it looks like we're gonna have all night, seeing as the cops probably towed your car."

"Nah, I threw Hoshi the keys, he's probably at my house right now with the others, I'll text him saying I'll be home in the morning." S. Coups looked at the girl, who was shivering. He grabbed an old blanket from one of his uncle's bins, gently putting it over Y/N's shoulder. He sat down on a couch that was wrapped in plastic, patting the spot next to him. Y/N groaned, she didn't see anything else to sit on.

"My dad hates Preps and Greasers. He thinks they're scum, lowest of the low. My mom left him because of it. Me, Jun and Wonwoo used to be best friends until my dad screamed at all 3 of us one day, banned me from being friends with them," Y/N put her head on his shoulder, trying to fight the Sandman’s sleepy spell, "a grown-ass adult banning 12-years old from being friends, I act like I hate them because I want to impress him. I know it's not an excuse for me to act like that, but I never know when he's watching me. I don't hate Jun and Wonwoo, I can't hate them, we grew up with each other. If he knew I was in love with a Prep, he'd disown me. I tried to tell myself if," he yawned in the middle of the sentence, "that if I act like I hated you, I'd stop feeling like that. But, seeing you with DK and Jun... I feel like I've lost my chance," He looked over at Y/N, who looked like she was about to fall asleep.

"Maybe you have, maybe you haven't," she said, “just start acting like not a prick and we’ll see what happens.”

S. Coups stood up, pulling the girl to her feet. As Y/N continued to fight sleep, S. Coups uncovered the couch, throwing the plastic to the side, placing the cushions on the floor and taking out the fold-out bed. He grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her to the bed.

"Is this oka-"

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, I'm cold, tired and normally I sleep with something like a teddy bear or a cat at my feet."

S. Coups laid on his back, Y/N curling up to him, snuggling into his chest before falling asleep moments later. S. Coups stayed awake for a few minutes before kissing Y/N's forehead.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

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auroraphilealis · 7 years

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Katie’s Graduation Present

Katie’s Graduation Present | Phil Lester has missed the majority of his daughter's high school years because he’s spent the last four years in the military. When Dan finds out he’s going to miss her graduation, too, he throws a fit, and doesn’t even say “I love you,” before hanging up on him. So who's the military guy in blue at the bottom of the bleachers? | Phan | Teen and Up | Reunion fic, light angst, happy ending, Parent phan | 1,849 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I may have spent a good portion of the morning watching military reunion videos and I cried so hard I wrote a fic with my tears.

(Ao3)

It’s their daughter's graduation, and Phil’s not here.

He’s out of the country doing God knows what, who knows where, because his commander never lets Phil reveal very much of anything at all to his family in the few minute webcam calls they get about once a month, and his letters are screened within an inch of their life and stamped with military approval before they even reach Dan and Katie. They never know where he is, or what he’s doing, only that sometimes he’s safe and sometimes he’s not but so far, he’s always made it out alive.

He’d promised to make it to Katie’s graduation, but they’d both known better to get their hopes up. Still… it had been a bitter pill for them to swallow when they’d received word that Phil wouldn’t be able to get leave in time to watch their daughter walk down the stage, but it was harder still to see the devastation on Phil’s face when he’d been forced to deliver the news.

Dan will never forget the crease of pain in his forehead, the way his lips had been downturned, clear even over the shitty webcam graphics. His voice had been heartbroken as he’d been forced to let Katie down again, and he’d promised to make it up to her the next time he got a chance to visit, but they all knew it wouldn’t quite be the same.

Katie had been stronger than Dan. She’d smiled, and reassured Phil that it was okay, she understood, and she’d see him soon. She joked, and teased her father for the rest of the call, and then, after she’d left, Phil had been left to face Dan’s wrath.

It’s not something Dan’s proud of, the way he’d spoken to his husband with harsh, muttered words, his own heart breaking with each sentence that left his mouth, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. Phil was meant to be nearly done with his service, let go to return to a life of normalcy with his family, and yet his commander still had a tight lead on his neck keeping him from going where he needed to be, celebrating the once in a life-time moments that none of them were ever going to get back.

Dan had told Phil it was fine that he’d missed four years worth of anniversaries, fine that he’d only managed one Christmas, two birthdays, and a Valentine's day in all the months he’d been gone, but how dare he miss their daughters Graduation? Why hadn’t he fought, insisted that he get to go home, even for just one day, a few hours at most?

Dan had cried, and he’d shut the laptop on Phil’s face for the first time in four years, stifling the sounds of his cries behind his hand and secretly hating himself for cutting short one of the very few phone calls he ever got with his husband these days. He hadn’t even told Phil he loved him, and as the realization had dawned on him, he’d cried even harder, wishing and praying to a God he didn’t believe in that Phil wouldn’t die before Dan got to say those words just one more time.

His fingers had scrabbled for his laptop lid, but he’d known even before he’d opened it that the connection would be lost.

That had been a week ago.

Now, Dan sits proud in the bleachers of his daughter’s high school graduation, camera held high in his hands, and the seat next to him blatantly empty with a small little note card sat on the seat stating reserved.

Dan had been oh so carefully avoiding looking at it for ages, now. He’d reserved the seats over two months ago, one for him, and one for his long-lost husband, thinking that for once, Phil might actually make it to the event he’d promised to attend. Of course, now the sight of the little card leaves a horrid, bitter taste on Dan’s tongue, and he wants nothing more than to toss it away, to offer up the seat to someone standing on the sidelines, but he can’t.

He can’t because that would only hurt him even more.

So Dan sits alone with his camera raised high, grinning like a loon as he watches his daughter creep along the line, last name howell-lester, and she’s coming up now. Dan can see the smile dotting her features, the excitement in her eyes, can see the way she wrings her hands in her graduation gown, glasses sitting askew, and all he can think is that he wished Phil could be here to see her now.

She’s beautiful, their little Katie Rose. With red hair, and brown eyes, she’s almost the by-product of her parents, and though she was adopted when she was but a small child, she’s been given nothing but more love than Dan had ever known he was capable of.

She’s been their sunshine from the moment they picked her up fourteen years ago. She’d been so tiny, then, far too slim and dressed in clothes that didn’t quite fit. In her hands had been a teddy bear, raggedy as the rest of her, and yet she’d been so cute even then that Dan had fallen instantly in love.

Her hair is longer now, but Dan can still the way she’d looked with knots in her hair and it pulled back against her scalp, a mess of curls that didn’t quite fall right and never seemed to get brushed out. She’d been frowning, even as Dan and Phil had each taken of her hands in each of theirs, introducing themselves properly this time, as Papa and Dad.

It had been a little rough, her warming up to them, but now, as Dan takes photo after photo of his daughter, long grown, all he can see is her smile and the way she cries some nights because she misses Papa so much. Dan can never blame her, digging out the photo albums and the stories of the time she’d thrown a wooden block so hard at Phil that he’d cried, heartbroken because their daughter hated him.

Katie always fills in the blanks for Dan, how she watched Phil have a break down and expected them to send her away, but they hadn’t. They never did, and Phil merely cried because his daughter didn’t love him and he didn’t know how to make it all better.

She’d been a slight bit kinder after that, and the first time she called Phil “Papa,” he’d cried again.

Dan wishes Phil were here now, more than anything in the world. He can feel the ache in his heart at the missing man at his side, knows the real reason he’d been so angry at Phil a week ago. He just hadn’t wanted his best friend to miss another one of their daughters biggest moments, when there had been a time where Phil wouldn’t have dared to miss even one.

Dan knows that’s not fair, but it’s hard when they both fought so hard to win Katie over, and now… now Phil can’t even see the brilliant woman that she’s become.

He shakes his head, because the lines moving forward now, and he can see his little girl just three people away, and --

Something’s wrong.

Dan watches as Katie goes from smiling brightly out into the crowd, so clearly looking for Dan who’d been waving at her for ages trying to get her attention focused on him, to staring in blank horror below the bleachers, somewhere Dan can’t quite seem to locate.

His heart stops. He doesn’t understand. His little girl’s hands are covering her mouth, and she’s sobbing now. The entire auditorium has gone quiet, and is it just Dan, or does it feel grim?

There’s a flash of military garb, something Dan doesn’t recognize as belonging in the stadium, and his heart clenches in dread as the fear hits him.

The colors aren’t the green of a military uniform, they’re blue, someone retired, someone delivering news.

Dan’s blood runs cold as he remembers the fact that he hadn’t said “i love you,” the last time he spoke to Phil, as he remembers the way Phil had said “important mission, the most important of my career,” remembers the way Phil had looked on the verge of tears, almost scared, and he drops his camera to the floor at the same time as Katie starts running.

She’s running, and there are tears dripping down his face, Dan can see that much. Her robes billow out around her, her hat going flying, the auditorium erupts into such loud noise that Dan’s ears ring. Katie’s arms are outstretched, she’s flying at this person that Dan doesn’t even know, and he doesn’t understand.

Is Phil dead? Have his worst fears been realized? Why is Katie running, what is she doing, why are people screaming his name?

“Welcome home, Mr. Howell-Lester,” Dan hears through the buzz in his ears, and his heart nearly shatters as he starts to cry.

Katie throws herself into the man’s arms, and he picks her up with such ease that Dan can’t imagine it being anyone but Phil, twirling her around as she clutches at him, their faces tucked into each other’s neck so Dan can’t see, but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter because the people around him are slapping his shoulder, ushering him down the aisle, shouting his name and clapping so hard that it’s all just a roar inside of Dan’s head.

He’s crying, he can feel it. There are tears rushing down his face, a sob locked in his throat, and he starts running. He starts running because he hasn’t seen Phil in months, because for one second he’d been convinced his Phil was dead, because Mr. Howell-Lester has finally gone home, and Dan doesn’t know when he’ll ever get the chance to see him again.

Dan doesn’t know how it happens. One second, he’s trying not to fall as he runs blindly down the bleachers, and the next, he’s in Phil’s arms and his best friend, his husband, his partner for the rest of his life, is holding him so close that Dan can’t even breathe.

Katie is sobbing in front of them. Dan can hear her. She’s a mess, a happy, bubbly mess, and Dan’s sobbing even harder than her, his arms curled tight to the fabric of Phil’s uniform, his face shoved into his husbands neck, eyes squeezed shut, just taking him in.

Phil smells as he always has, something unidentifiably him, mixed with the sterile scent of the military, but Dan doesn’t care because Phil is here and that’s all that matters anymore.

He clutches tight to him because he can, because he doesn’t know what else do to with himself, and whispers, “I’m never letting you go again,” in a voice so choked with emotion Dan has no idea how Phil could even begin to possibly hear him.

“You never have to,” Phil whispers back to him, and that’s the world.

#phanfic #phanfiction #phanfictioncatalogue #phan #dan and phil #snowbunnylester

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lunaragk · 4 years

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The Fog Murders of Inaba, Ch: 5, Ugly Truths and Broken Detectives Pt 2

((Quick AN: Going to be using some skills from older/newer Persona games to better fit Shinichi/Conan’s Shadow and Persona. Also, writing fight scenes is HARD.))

4/20, Wednesday, Cloudy.

-Yukiko’s Castle, 5th Floor-

The tar and blood-stained shadow made a sweeping motion with its hands, “Move, the only one I want is the Lair, stay, and die.” It moved back, gripping broken glass and hard metal. It’s yellow gaze cold and impassive.

Yu stood at the forefront of the group, his katana’s edge glinting. “Sorry, but that’s not going to happen.” Chie and Yosuke moving into position behind him.

Stained claws grasped the edge of the mirror tighter, mouth twisted in a sharp scowl. “Then you get to die with him.” The Shadow released its grip on the broken edge and waved its hand. “Swift Strike!” was called out, the claw tipped arms of tar balled into fists as they lashed out at the teens.

“Move!” Left Yu’s mouth as his legs were already pumping to get him away from the flurry of strikes. Yosuke began weaving around the dark limbs, Chie hopping back, lashing out with a kick when one got too close.

Steel sings through the air, biting into the dark tar from both Yosuke and Yu. The limbs jerk as Shadow Shinichi all but hisses, letting the damaged tar fall to the ground, new clawed hands bubbling from the stumps. “Teddie! Any weaknesses?”

The blue furred mascot was hovering nervously by the shrunken teen, “I don’t know, Sensei!” Teddie grabbed the top of his head, worried, “It doesn’t seem to be strong or weak to physical strikes. Try elemental attacks!”

Yu glared at the Shadow, elemental hits could be very effective, but always ran the risk of burning them out faster. And it would be a guessing game until they got lucky.

Shadow Shinichi took their moment of hesitation to lash out again. It had moved up to Chie, raising itself up before trying to slam the back of the mirror on top of her. The brunette noticed and just barely got out from under it, the shock-wave of the slam sending her skidding.

"Chie!" the pair called out, worried.

"I'm okay, that was close though." She panted, sending the Shadow a glare as it floated back. She got back into her ready stance. A blue card floated down before her, a sharp kick shattering it with a fierce call from the girl. "Tomoe, Bufu!"

A female figure in a yellow and black jumpsuit manifested behind her, twirling a double headed naginata in arcing paths as ice crashed into the Shadow. It flinched slightly from the impact, but otherwise didn't seem too harmed.

"Ice doesn't seem very effective, try something else!" Teddie shouted in a panic.

This was very bad, they weren't mentally prepared to fight someone else's Shadow right now, it was going to cut into their time-frame for rescuing Yukiko. They'd need to end this fast. Yu held his hand out as a blue tarot card formed, crushing it. "Izanagi, Zio!"

A black and silver figure stood behind Yu, yellow eyes glaring out from behind a steel mask. Hand outstretched as the figure's blade was swept back, lightning arcing towards their foe.

The bolts struck true, and the Shadow roared as the electricity lanced through it. The floating mirror holding it crashed to the ground, the shadow slumped in a daze.

"You did it, electricity seems to really do the trick!" The blue bear cheered from the sidelines.

The trio on the battlefield surrounded the stunned Shadow. Yosuke turned to Yu. "What do you think, Partner? Time for an 'All Out Attack'?" He clenched his hands tighter around his kunia.

Yu swung his katana around, pointing to their foe before charging forward. "Go for it!" The group piled on top of Shadow Shinichi, blades biting and kicks flying in a frenzy to get strikes in while it was still downed.

Conan, still being propped up by Teddie, looked over at the fight going on. A part of him couldn't believe this was actually happening. That his new neighbor, Yu, and the young man's friends were fighting a monster wearing his face. All on the other side of the T.V. He was half convinced this was all a hallucination from one too many smoke bombs at KID's heists.

But, no, the carpet under his fingers and softness of the bear costume holding him up were all too real. "Why," he choked out, "why is this happening?"

Any chance for a reply was cut short when the Shadow got back up with a roar, the trio forced to disengage. It’s singular yellow eye glared at them. “Why won’t you just stay out of my way?!” The eye of the shark on the mirror frame began to glow blue, and the Shadow pointed a single, bloodied claw at Yosuke. “Aqua!”

“Wha- Shit!” He quickly dove out of the way of the mass of water that had nearly enveloped him. “That’s new. Teddie?” Yosuke scrambled back to his feet, kunia at the ready. Everyone was more on edge now that the Shadow had pulled out something new.

The bear was in a near panic. “I-I don’t know, maybe some subtype spell from the ice skills?”

“Everyone just be careful, we don’t know what else this thing can do.” Yu ordered, a wary eye kept on the detective’s Shadow.

Yosuke spun one of his kunai around, “Okay, let’s see what it thinks of this!” He let the quick becoming all too familiar tarot card form in front of him. A spin and a call as he shattered it. “Jiraiya, Garu!”

What he summoned could be described as a ninja-like figure in a white disco suit with themes of camo and a vaguely frog-like mask. The being threw its hands forward, giant gold throwing stars on its palms spinning rapidly as winds buffeted the Shadow.

A hiss of anger let them know the attack had done its damage. Tar arms lashed out at the trio, anger seemed to coil around the Shadow as the group managed to get away with glancing blows. Seething, it bellowed out a spell. “MAEIHA!”

Yu, Yosuke, and Chie braced themselves as black and red energy erupted beneath them. The energy was dark, so dark, and so cold it seemed to burn, like the chill of having someone walk over your grave.

The trio got up, slightly shaky from the attack. Yosuke, panting, “Wha- what was that?” Teddie was sobbing from the sidelines. “I was so beary worried! That looked like a Curse skill! I thought you all were done for!”

Yu took a moment to check over himself and his friends, “It doesn’t seem to be a one-shot like Hama or Mudo, but that did hurt.” He made a quick mental note to not switch to Angel during this fight.

Silver-grey eyes narrowed at the Shadow, tarot card floating back down into his hand. “Zio!” was called out as lightning arced out at his target. “As soon as it goes down, hit it!”

Shadow Shinichi howled as the electricity tore through it, falling prone, limbs jerking slightly. The teens fell onto it, tearing into it with renewed fury.

“Why?” the Shadow whispered, shaking, “Why are you protecting a liar like him?” It shrieked as it threw the group off of itself. It tried to right itself, but seemed to lose balance if it tried to float too high from the ground.

Panting, it narrowed its singular eye at them, “Why? After his lies have caused so much pain?”

Shinichi had to wonder that himself. Why were these people, who barely knew him, fighting so hard to protect him. His nails bit into his palm as he clenched his fist, hating that was just stuck there, helpless, again.

The trio gave the Shadow a hard look. “Because we made a promise, to save anyone who wound up here, and to find the truth behind this case.” Yu stated with a weight behind it.

Chie piped up, “You really think we’re so heartless at to leave someone behind and just let them die? Are you crazy?”

Yosuke quickly added, “Yeah, you’d have to be mental if you think we’re just going to let you do that.”

Tarry limbs coiled against the frame of the mirror. “Even if I told you there was blood on our hands?” The Shadow held up its own blood stained ones as to drive home the point.

The teens froze at that, shock and confusion painting their features.

Clawed hands lashed out at them, Shadow Shinichi taking advantage of their shock, shouting as it did so. “People we could have stopped, people we could have saved! IF WE HAD JUST PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER A LITTLE FASTER! IF WE WERE MORE FOCUSED ON SECURING THE SUSPECT INSTEAD OF SHOW-BOATING!”

That got them all moving again, trying to get out of the way of the blows, a few hits glancing, a few more solid ones.

Yu found his footing first, and stared down the ranting Shadow. “Regardless, we’re still going to stop you.” His silvery eyes seemed to glow blue for a moment as the card floated down to his hand. “Izanagi, we’re ending this, now. ZIO!”

The card shattered, as the black and silver specter formed behind him, planting its blade in the ground, both hands aimed at the shadow as it unleashed their largest blast of lightning yet.

Electricity seemed to boil the tar making up the extra limbs of the shadow, sending it crashing to the ground. Black and red smoke shrouded its form, before clearing and revealing it to once more resemble a golden eyed Shinichi.

Yu planted the blade of his katana in the ground, leaning his weight against it. It seems that he’d worn himself out with that last blast.

Conan shakily got to his feet, anger on his face as he walked slowly to the Shadow, watching it’s blank, impassive golden-yellow stare. “You-” He tried to start once he was in front of it before he was cut off.

“Don’t.” It was Chie that spoke. “Don’t reject it again. It’ll just go berserk.” She walked over, before kneeling down next to him. “Everyone has a side to themselves they don’t want to admit to, but denouncing it now will only start the fight again.”

Yosuke walked over next. “Look, I can’t even begin to imagine what happened to cause…” He trailed off, waving at Conan’s appearance and then at Shadow Shinichi, “this, but you’re not alone with this Shadow business, at least.”

The sound of metal scraping stone caused Conan to turn his head and look at Yu. The silver haired teen was slowly making his way over. “Con-” he stopped, shook his head, and started again. “Kudo-kun. No matter what has happened, or will happen, you’re still you.”

Far too old eyes looked back at all of them from a far too young looking face. Conan, no, Shinichi sighed, letting any and all pretenses fall away as he took off his glasses, folding them away as he spoke.

“You’re right, all of you.” He turned to the face he used to see in the mirror, the face he lost due to his delusion of invincibility that so many teens his age tend to have. “You more so than any other.”

The shrunken detective looked down, “You’re right, even though I know, objectively, it’s not my fault those people died, I still can’t help but blame myself.”

Kudo turned to the other teens, regret on his small, childish face. “And yes, I have lied, a great deal, but that’s because the truth would only end with more deaths.”

He turned back to his Shadow. “But that doesn’t mean it isn’t eating me up inside.” Shinichi ran his small hand through his hair. “I’m just, so… tired. But I can’t stop, and I won’t until I’ve put the ones who’ve done this to me away.” He looked up at the form he used to have. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, Me?”

The Shadow looked back at him, it’s blank expression morphing into a small, sad smile as blue particles of light engulfed it.

When light cleared, floating where the Shadow had stood was male figure, clad in black yukata, a shark’s tail in place of legs, a mirror hanging around its neck, black veil covering its face. It held one hand up, an orb of water floating above it.

Shinichi’s new Persona vanished as quickly as it came, the detective started to sag as he let out a low chuckle, “Shinigami, huh? Someone thinks they're funny.”

Teddie’s squeaking footsteps quickly approached as he helped the team catch the shrunken teen nearly collapsed. “Easy there Conan, we’ve got you.”

He turned his head to the group, “Why am I so tired all of a sudden?”

“This world just does that to you, the fog is draining.” Yu said, picking up Shinichi.

Yosuke gave a rueful chuckle, “And the mental drain from dealing with one's Shadow doesn’t help.”

Shinchi gave a half-hearted glare at him, “Do you really need to do this?”

“Yes, you look about ready to collapse.” Yu gave back as a short reply. Shinichi only gave a resigned huff in return.

Chie looked at the group, a little dejected. “We’re going to need to stop for the day, aren’t we?”

Yu and Yosuke shared a look, “Unfortunately. We need to get…” They both looked at the teen turned grade-schooler in Yu’s arms, “Would you prefer we call you Conan or Kudo?”

The not-child gave a short sigh, “While we’re in here. Kudo or Shinichi is fine, but in public? It’s going to need to be Conan. I already have one person who knows that slips up far too much as it is.”

They nodded in understanding. Yu resumed, “I feel like there’s a story there. Regardless, we need to get Shinichi out of here for now.” He turned to look at Chie, “We’ll resume tomorrow, don’t worry, we will rescue Yukiko before the fog clears.”

Shinichi gave all of them a look. “I’m coming with you all tomorrow. I’m not going to drop this case.” He gave a jaw-cracking yawn. “And I want an explanation when I don’t feel like I’m about to fall on my face.”

“So long as you help us with this case? Deal.” Yu returned. “But for now, let’s get you back to the Mouris before they panic.” He dug around in his pocket, pulling out something. “Gather up everyone.”

Once everyone was clustered around them, Yu tossed it up into the air. There was a bright light, and once it cleared, they were standing back in front of the castle.

-Yukiko’s Castle, Entrance-

Shinichi looked around confused. “But how did- We were just-” He whipped his head around to stare at Yu. “What. Just. Happened?”

The silver-haired teen shrugged one shoulder, “It’s something called a Goho-M. Toss it up, and you’re back outside the dungeon. I try not to think about it too hard, enough about this place doesn’t make sense as is.”

There was a frustrated noise from the not-child before Shinichi let his head thump against Yu’s shoulder. “You know what, my head hurts enough as it is.”

“Smart move, now let’s head back.” Yosuke said, before turning to Teddie. “Mind leading the way Ted?”

“No problem!” Teddie exclaimed, turning around sharply before marching off into the fog, “Just follow me folks!”

Late Afternoon

The group emerged back into the normal world, Yu waving at his friends before heading off. “I’m going to go get Conan home.”

“Alright later you two.” Yosuke gave them a quick wave before wandering off, muttering under his breath. “Well, this was a wild day.”

“Isn’t that the truth. Later.” Chie said while wandering for the exit, slightly morose that saving Yukiko had been delayed again, but at least they got some good help out of it.

Evening

The odd pair of Yu and Conan made their way closer to their homes. A small hand tapped on the taller of the two’s shoulder. “You can put me down now, Narukami-san.” Conan said softly.

Yu obliged, stopping to let the shrunken teen down. “You know, you can call me Yu, Conan-kun.”

“Oka-” Conan tried to start before he was cut off by a yell.

“CONAN-KUN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Mouri Ran came rushing up to them, plastic bags bouncing in her grip as she approached.

He gave Yu a slightly panicked look before turning to Ran. “I was out exploring Inaba, Ran-neechan!” He quickly turned back to the taller teen and mouthed ‘play along’ at him. “But I guess I exhausted myself, and then Yu-niichan found me and offered to bring me home.”

Ran turned and gave Yu a grateful look. “Narukami-kun, right?” At his nod, she continued. “Thank you so much for bringing Conan-kun home. You would not believe the amount of trouble he seems to find.” She added with some level of exasperation.

Yu gave her a small smile, and Conan a slightly larger smirk, “Somehow, I think I just might.”

Conan gave him a flat look before turning to Ran. “Yu-niichan is so cool, Ran-neechan! Maybe even cooler than Heiji-niichan!”

That caused her a small bit of surprise, “Really now?” A small smile crossed her face. “Well then, thank you again, Narukami-kun.” She took Conan’s hand with her free one after shuffling some of her bags around. “Good night, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The small boy turned and waved to Yu as they entered the house, “Bye Yu-niichan, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He waved back to the pair before entering the Dojima household. They may not have made as much progress as he would have liked, but they had gained an interesting new ally in this odd case.

#The Fog Murders of Inaba #Persona 4 #detective conan #Crossover fanfiction #fan fiction #the dragon mun is writing fan fiction again #after years of stalling on chapter 5 #writing fight scenes is HARD #tFMoI #brought to you by #Persona 4 the Golden #now on Steam #I can write again because I can play through while I write to keep events in order #not actually sponsered

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Secrets and Fun - Grant Gustin

summary : Grant asks you out on a date, but you think it’s just as friends. Later on that night you fid out that he likes you the way you’ve liked him and things get a bit heated from there.

word count : 3.6k +

warnings : nervous reader, nervous Grant, fluff, smut, fingering, heated make out session, little bit of cursing, unprotected sex, little bit more fluff.

pairing : grant gustin x actress!reader

prompt : “Hi! I love love love your imagines so so much, and if it's not too much to ask could I request a Grant Gustin x Reader where they're friends, but secretly have feelings for each other and finally he breaks down and tells her how he feels and it leads to some, ahem, "fun" later on? Thanks so much!!!” - anon

A/N : lol I feel like this is suupper long. Idk, but I hope you enjoy! :D

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Grant Gustin has liked you for a while now, ever since you two were introduced on the set of The Flash during season two. It was now time to film season four of the DC show.

You weren’t big on the show, maybe a hero that would come up and every now and again, but with Grant’s character ‘Barry’ now gone, your character is now much bigger.

You and Candice sat in makeup, talking and getting ready for the new scene. You and Candice have grown close to one anther over the past few weeks, having many scenes together. One thing you two had bonded over was of course- Grant Gustin himself. Candice and Danielle would constantly tease you about having a crush on Grant, but every time they did you would deny any accusation, but of course they were right.

You did like Grant, but you knew it was wrong since you two were co-workers, friends. You couldn’t be anything more than that, or it would ruin your friendship. Even with Grant not filming as much anymore, he was still always on set.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from somewhere behind you. Looking in the mirror you saw Grant, the man of the hour, jogging up to you and Candice. From the corner of your eye you could see the actress smirking at you. You rolled your eyes, and got up from your chair to meet Grant. The brunette boy smiled at her, his dimples making your stomach tighten.

You shook off the feeling and smiled at him. “What’s up, Grant?”

He shrugged. “I uh- was just wondering if you wanted to maybe- um..” Before grant could finish his sentence you were called out onto set. She sighed as she looked at Grant.

“I’m sorry.” You said as you started to back up, “We can finish this when I’m done shooting!” You slightly yelled as you jogged off to where you were needed. Grant huffed. He just wanted to ask you out, but every time he was about to you two were interrupted.

He watched from behind the filming crew as you did your job. You were an amazing actress, and he was just happy he got to work with you. Before season four, you were hardly ever on set, maybe every once in a great blue moon to do a team up, but other than that you were always guess staring on Arrow or DC’ s Legends of Tomorrow. You were kind of all over the place.

Just about thirty minutes later you were done shooting the needed scenes for that time period and then started heading to your dressing room. Grant caught sight of you and jogged up to you.

“Y/N/N! Hey, we didn’t finish our conversation.” Grant said as he slowed his pace next to you. You turned your head a bit and smiled softly at him.

“Right, right, sorry. Continue.” You continued o walking.

Grant coughed slightly. “So uh- as I was saying, I was wondering if you’d maybe like to hang out tonight? With me?” Your heart started to beat faster. Was he actually asking you out on a date? Or was he just asking to hang out as friends.

Turning your head, you smiled and nodded. Maybe it was just a as friends, there was no way he actually wanted to go out with you... right? Grant’s face lit up though, a big, goofy grin stretching across his face. As he went to say something else you were pulled away by your hair and makeup artists, going to get ready for the next session of filming.

You weren't done filming until 10:00 p.m. You had several wardrobe changes and makeup changes, but in between every break, you couldn’t get away long enough to go find Grant.

Maybe he left. You thought to yourself. As you were packing up, Candice came skipping over to you, smiling like an idiot. “You, me, clubbing all night.” She said all giggly. You groaned. You weren’t really in the mood for clubbing, and you weren’t even really sure if you and Grant were even still on for tonight.

Sighing you shook your head. ”I’m not really up for it, Candice. Plus, Grant I were supposed to hang out tonight, but I don’t even think e’s here anymore.” Candice smirked. “We were going to hang out as friends, Candice. I don’t even think he likes me the way I like him.” You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh no, I’m pretty sure he’s still here.” Candice smirked and nodded behind you.”Good luck.” She patted your shoulder before skipping away, giggling at her two favorite people finally ‘going out on a date’. You turned around to see Grant walking up to you with a single rose in his hands. You smiled softly, not being able to help the blush that crept up your cheeks. Grant stood in front of you, wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a nice t-shirt with a jacket over it. He smiled at you as he handed you the flower. You took it with a smile on your face.

Why was he doing this if you were just hanging out as friends? You wondered.

“Here I thought you had left, Mr. Gustin.” You chuckled softly. “I thought you left earlier.” You admitted.

Grant shook his head. “Nope, well I did, but to get you that rose. I was going to buy an entire bouquet but they’re so expensive.” He laughed softly, making you smile. The two of you walked out to where both of your cars were parked and sighed. “So, I was thinking maybe we could go get some ice-cream or frozen yogurt? And just walk around for a bit? I don’t know, I hadn’t actually planned this out all the way.” You laughed and nodded.

“That sounds great. Let me just put this stuff in my car and then we can walk to the frozen yogurt shop?” You said, unlocking your car and throwing your stuff inside. You grabbed some cash and then locked the car again, turning to Grant. “Alright, let’s go.” You smiled. Grant nodded and the two of you started to walk down to the frozen yogurt shop. On the way there you two talked about the upcoming filming sessions, characters that may be coming into play, your lives outside of the show.

Grant had learned that you loved to read, but then again anyone could have guessed that since there is almost always a book on your chair or in your dressing room. You had also learned that Grant made his own YouTube videos. That was a surprise to you. Sure, you knew he could sing and everything, but you never would have guessed Grant Gustin would have a YouTube channel.

You and Grant walked into the Frozen Yogurt shop, the little bell chiming as the two of you walked in. There wasn’t anyone there, besides the employees of course, but you and Grant were the only customers.

Your eyes landed on the cups that would have the Yogurt in them. You walked over to them and picked out a medium sized cup. With the cups were different things that you could put onto the bottom of your cup. There were cookies, brownies, gram cracker crumbs, Teddy Grams, and Oreo bits. You put some Oreo crumbs on the bottom of your cup before walking over to the many machine's that held the yogurt. (think ITop It). You put Vanilla, chocolate, and of course Oreo flavoring into your cup. Grant was just putting whatever flavor he liked into the cups. You chuckled softly before walking over to the rows of toppings. You decided to go with white chocolate chips and chunks of Oreo on the top.

Grant walked over to you, smiling. He had at least five different flavors in his cup. He puts loads of toppings on. Ranging from sprinkles, to different fruits. All you could do was laugh at him and his child like behavior. It cam time to pay for your treats. You each weighed your cups, Grant’s obviously being the heaviest. Thankfully, if you had a cup over two pounds you got one cup free. You paid for yours, although Grant had argued that it was no big deal if he paid for yours, you still did t. The idea of someone else paying for your own treat made you a bit upset.

After grabbing a set of spoon you and Grant exited the shop and started your journey around town. The two of you ate you yogurt, smiling at one another when ever you’d catch the other staring at you.

“So, how’s being the new face of ‘The Flash’?” Grant asked, taking another bite of his frozen treat.

“It’s fun, a bit stressful, to be honest. But no one can take the place of Barry Allen.” You chuckled. “But it is fun.” You smile. “How does it feel to be on the sidelines?”

Grant shrugged. “A lot less stressful than being on camera 24/7, but I do miss it.” You nodded, understanding his feelings.

The two of you walked around town for a little while longer before deciding to head back to the car. As the two of you walked, Grant abruptly stopped, taking your hand and turning you towards him. You gave him a nervous look, wondering what his sudden action was about. He seemed nervous as well, his eyes kept glances back and forth from your eyes to your nose and to your nose to your lips. It only took you a short time to wrap your head around the fact that Grant was debating on kissing you. Gathering up your courage you closed the space between the two of you, you faces so close you could feel his breathe fanning your face.

Grant took your action as the ‘go ahead’ signal to kiss you. His lips fell onto yours quickly, in a needy, but passionate kiss. Your lips seemed to mold to his, as the two of you moved as one together. His hands fell to yours hips, holding you close to him as you held the back of his neck, keeping him close to you.

It only took a few more minutes for the two of you to pull away, breathing heavily with swollen lips. You hadn’t realized that you had your eyes closed the entire time, even when you had pulled away. Your Y/E/C eyes fluttered open, looking with Grant’s glowing green orbs. The two of you smiled softly at each other, still holding onto one another.

“I really like you, Y/N.” Grant breathed out. “Hell, I think I love you.” Your heart skipped a beat. Did he mean it?

You let out a heavy breathe, “Grant I have waited so long for you to say that. You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you and Candice acting like a couple. Kissing, hugging, holding each other. I wanted that to be me so badly. I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to ruin-”Grant quickly cut off your rambling with another kiss, making you smile against his lips.

“It can be you now, here, in real life.” He said softly. His hand brushed your cheek and you gently leaned into his touch. You nodded, accepting his words. He let out a happy breathe, his lips cracking into a smile. You couldn’t help yourself and smile as well, the sight in front of you making your heart swell. “I should probably take you back to your car, it’s getting late and cold.” Grant said. You frowned but nodded. You wanted to stay with him for the rest of the night.

You two walked back to where your car was pared, hands intertwined with one another’s. You were happy that the person you had lied for so long was finally yours. When you got your car you sighed, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t want Grant to leave you, you wanted him to come with you to talk and cuddle in your bed, to keep each other warm as you slept.

“Stay with me tonight.” You say quickly. Grant’s eyes widen. “I-I want you stay with me at my place tonight.” I stumble out. Grant’s silence worried you. Did he not want to stay at your place? Did he not want to take that big of a step so quickly? You quickly regretted saying anything, but when Grant nodded and smiled your worries seemed to wash away. You let out a relieved sigh. Unlocking the car you walked to the driver’s side and got in, starting up the engine and waiting for Grant to get in.

As you drove Grant kept his hand on your inner thigh, rubbing his thumb over the material of your clothes. You couldn’t stop the heat pooling your core. You wanted him so bad. Grant seemed to want you as well, since you could see his semi-hard on through his jeans. You picked up the speed, making it back to your home within minutes.

The two of you got out of the vehicle quickly, knowing that you both needed each other at that very moment. You fumbled with your house keys before unlocking the front door and pushing it open, rushing inside with Grant hot on your heels. When you closed the door, Grant had already pushed you against the wooden frame, his lips greedily pushing against yours. You moaned a little at the force of the kiss. Both yours and Grant’s hands tugged at each other’s clothes, ripping off your coats and then shirts. You kicked off your shoes, Grant following your motions.

“Jump.” Grant breathed out, lips ghosting over your ear. You did as told, jumping and wrapping your legs around his lower back. He caught you quickly, wrapping his arms under your thighs and pulling your clothed crotch onto his. You both moaned at the feeling of the smallest taste of friction. Grant walked the two of you up the stairs, finding his way to your bedroom. Once you two were in your room he dropped you onto your bed and sat up to take his jeans off. You quickly did the same, not wanting to waste anymore time.

Grant watched you, hypnotized as you slipped out of your jeans so easily. You blushed once you caught his gaze, your skin turning a light shade of red. He chuckled, crawling over you, laying you flat on your back. You mentally cursed yourself for not wearing a more colorful bra or underwear set, but then again you didn’t know this was going to happen. Grant’s hands grazed your sides, slipping under your bra and undoing the clip with ease. You were definitely surprised he had done that so easily, since everyone else had a much harder time.

Once Grant had dropped your bra onto the ground you absentmindedly covered your chest. Grant frowned, not understanding why you were being so self-conscious all of a sudden. His hands fell onto yours gently, moving your hands away from your chest.

“You don’t have to cover yourself in front of me, Y/N/N. I think you’re beautiful.” Grant nuzzled his face into your neck, your Y/H/C hair being pushed to the other side. You couldn’t help but smile as he pressed gentle kisses along your neck and under your ear. He moved down, leaving a trail of hickies and love bites down your chest. His lips latched around each of your nipples, swirling the hardening bud between his teeth for a few minutes before going over to the other one and repeating the process. When he felt like he was done with your nipples he moved further down South, leaving the same trail down your skin.

Grant looked at you, his eyes asking if he could take off your last piece of clothing. You nodded, sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth in anticipation. Grant slid two fingers through your wet folds, before pushing them deep into your cunt. You moaned out loud, slightly arching your back from the bed. Grant smirked, watching your facial expressions change every time he would curl his fingers inside of you.

You couldn’t take it any longer. You wanted Grant now.

When Grant slipped his fingers from inside you, you took the chance to flip your positions. Your body on top of his. A small smirk spread across his face as he watched you take over from there. You moved your hands down to his boxer briefs, slightly palming him through the fabric. He let out a low grunt, shut his eyes for only a second before looking at you again. You winked at the man underneath you before sliding his boxers off and throwing them with the rest of the clothes. His length was hard against your inner thigh, and the small feeling of your skin against his made both of you moan.

Not wanting to waste more time, you sat on your knees, thighs spread out over Grant’s crotch. You tugged at him a few times before pushing him into you. Grant’s hands flew to your hips, helping you steady yourself as you were lowered onto his cock. He stretched you out, filling you and molding your walls perfectly. After you had adjusted you started to move up and down his length, moaning every time he was pushed back into you. It felt amazing to say the least. His tip would hit your g-spot, causing the both of you to grunt or let out a string of curse words. His hands dug into your sides, or moved to your ass and grabbed handfuls of the soft flesh. You would no doubt have bruises in the morning.

Your pace picked up, your skin slapping down onto Grant’s with each thrust of your body. Your hands held tightly onto Grant’s biceps, giving you leverage as you thrusted your body onto him. He grunted your name over and over again,pulling your chest down onto his so he could meet your lips with his. You moaned against his mouth, giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let his tongue roam your mouth, massaging your tongue and running over every little crevice inside your mouth.

Neither of you were really vocal, you were to lost in the pleasure to even think of any words to say besides his name. When Grant realized that you were getting tired he flipped the two of you over again, hooking one leg over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his back. The new angle gave him a better opportunity to thrust deeper into your pussy.

You moaned loudly as he did so, thrusting quickly and roughly, seeming to go deeper each time he plunged back in. You thought you were getting to loud so you covered your mouth, biting the skin on your hand to try and quiet yourself. Grant moved your hand though, and held it above your head.

“Let everything out baby, I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He groaned. You obliged, moaning and cursing each time you felt him go deeper or hit your sweet spot.

It didn't take long for his own thrusts to slow and become sloppy. You knew he was getting to his end and he knew you were getting to yours.

“Fuck, Grant I’m about to cum.” You gasped. Grant nodded, locking his lips with yours before he stopped his thrusts, his cock twitching inside you as he came with a loud grunt against your lips. His orgasm set off yours, and the feeling of being so connected to one another amplified every thing you were feeling for him.

When your body relaxed, Grant slipped out of you and laid down next to you, running his hands down your hot flesh. You turned your head, smiling softly at him. He looked so handsome in the dim light, with his hair stuck to his forehead due to the seat that trickled down his face. You liked -no loved- the sight in front of you. he returned the smile, pulling your face to his and placing a small, but soft kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you Grant, I have for such a long time.” you whispered. You looked up at Grant through your eyelashes and blushed when he smiled down at you. Something about him made you feel all giddy and excited inside.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He mumbled. You smiled and gave him one last kiss before the two of you fell asleep in ach other’s arms.

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