#I also had a gift card so technically I didn’t pay anything

[ghostickle]

Wandered target for a bit waiting to go for my blood tests and found a tech deck ramp set at 70% clearance and got it for only $4 im so excited

[munsster]

Hiii I just found your page and I love it!! Could you maybe do headcanons for Eddie dating a reader with a wealthy family? Tysm 😁

eddie with a wealthy s/o

A/N: oh and reader SPOILS him and he’s like a confused puppy about it

Warnings: fluff, wealthy!reader, kissing, gift-giving, tipsy driving (DONT DO IT 🤬), PDA, bribing dustin, pet names (bug, baby)

he had no idea ur family was THAT upper class

not that you’re avoiding the topic, but whenever you’re deciding who’s place to hang at, he always beats you to the punch

plus his bed is rlly comfy soooo

how could you refuse??

anyway…

sure you dress nice & wear fancy jewelry most days

come to think of it, he supposes you are sorta preppy

and you drive a brand new car

you also pay for most of the meals, tipping upwards of 40%—unless of course the waiter was an asshole, then they get around 20%

what really shocked him is when you paid for everyone’s meal that one time they all went out to a diner after an especially grueling campaign

maybe he just didn’t consider your finances a huge factor in… anything really

he still doesn’t

but you invited him to a gala and it all became a little clearer

btw the gala was hosted at a mf country club and on the way there eddie kept asking you over and over if he looked nice enough (he did)

he was WORRIED

he put his hair up and even wore a pretty baby blue dress shirt and tie

you kept chuckling a little at his nerves because he’d be like “hmmshsmshjs is this okay???? should i take off my watch??? please, bug, you gotta help me out”

you’d think you were dying with how hurried and panicked he was speaking

but you just reached over and held his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering sweetly

“they’re gonna love you” + “you look beautiful” + “nothin’ to worry about” + “you should put your hair up more. suits you” + “you’re cute when you blush”

and he’s simply melting into the praise

the whole night, the two of you are attached at the hip

he’s so nervous with his ringed fingers gently cradling the flute of bubbly you snuck him

you were right; everybody loves eddie

you’re just smiling next to him, holding his hand while he chats up the golf dads and housewives dressed to the nines

he collects a couple business cards and is flushed pink after his third glass

he definitely gets roped into a golf game with one of the neighborhood dads after he talked himself up a bit too much (with no help from you)

“he’s an excellent shot!!!” you chirp, knowing full well eddie has never golfed in his life—then promptly whisper an “i’ll teach you” against his ear

you get so excited when the orchestra—yes, orchestra—starts to play

and eddie HAS to drag you onto the dancefloor

how can he not??? you look beautiful

and the ladies on the sidelines hoot and holler when eddie lays a big ol’ kiss on you

oh to be young and in love *sigh*

aNYWAYS

you take him to your house afterwards and he is in awe at the steadily increasing size of the houses as his lil old van trundles through your gated community

hello???? is that a mansion?????

“technically, it’s a McMansion, eddie baby”

“technically” he huffs out turning on to your twinkly street lined with about a dozen american flags

“talk about old money”

and you just smile at him and drag him up the —long ass—driveway with a grin

“isn’t it gorgeous?” “oh, bug, you know nothin’s more gorgeous than—holy shit is that a crystal chandelier????” “wait till you see the pool”

and there’s a marble floor and a winding staircase and a shit ton of angel statues

and the upstairs is even crazier with like white carpet—shoes are left downstairs—and a fuckin’ intercom system

“EDDIE EDDIE—wait okay, stay here and i’ll be right back” and he’s just standing in your room twiddling his thumbs when he hears

“ksh-kksh—i feel the need……. the need for speed….. do you copy, eddie???” in your deepest and gravelliest operator voice

coming from a speaker. in the wall.

and then you hop back in the room with this huge smile and he’s flabbergasted

basically, you let him wear some silk pajamas and you share your $300 skincare routine with him

and the whole time he’s sitting pretty and so confused

then he’s just laying on your round bed with a canopy and looking at you like how did i not know you were rich???

tbh he was rlly ignoring the signs for a hot minute

oh my god your bed is insanely comfortable

you scare the shit out of him when you hop out of bed with a gasp

he is SO concerned

but you walk back in the room with a cute little gift bag

he’s already pampered and smelling like vanilla, what else could there be—

the bag is labeled GUCCI?????

goddamn bro what is this day

but you hand him the bag all excited and like what is he supposed to do

so he unwraps the little black box and opens it and inside is this dainty little necklace with a heart charm

awwWWW

but like “c’mon, i can’t accept this….”

“PLEEEEEEASE????”

and you always win him over with that pout

and he’ll always call you a brat for it

so you help him clasp it on and he looks so pretty

“mama called while you were in the bathroom!” “and what did mama say?” “well, she said they’d be at the four seasons tonight” “jesus—” “and that they wanna invite you on our trip to LA—” “—christ” “…...’s that a ‘no’?” “nO!!!”

after that, you do not stop spoiling him

as much as he is reluctant to accept your gifts, he can’t shy away from a good leather jacket

people being so confused when you step out together

and you literally are not paying attention to their looks

awh but eddie is and he holds your waist a little tighter when he gets self-conscious

and you just stop him in the middle of the sidewalk and give him a kiss

him willingly holding all your bags when you go out shopping

“can i carry that for you????” “eddie baby, you already have 6–” “i can do it”

you basically being corroded coffin’s little manager: flirting to land gigs, finding them a good label, buying them new equipment when something breaks (or when they want shiny new amps), sleeping with the front man

eddie’s pretty sure gift giving is your love language because lord knows you don’t need much else, but when he gives you his favorite ring

oh boy, it’s all over

total waterworks, definitely

you always asking him for style advice

and rarely listening

“leopard print or floral” “hmmm…. leopard print” “both it is!!”

taking him and his friends to chicago and basically paying for everything

and they’re like holy shit, you’re made of money

and you do get a little shy at the praise

but his friends love you

and they did before you blew a shit ton of money on them

and it made eddie nervous the whole time

but you always reassure him it’ll be okay

and you’re worried he thinks of you different now that he knows

“you don’t think i’m… i dunno, pretentious?” “not even close, bug. think you’ve got a knack for shopping, though” “oh, stoppppp”

the gang thinks the amount you two display affection (to put it gently) is ‘gross’

you do a lot of sitting in his lap and general cuddling

mostly, you’re all over each other

and one time dustin would not stop ragging on eddie for making out with you at the carnival

and eddie just calls dustin a ‘twerp’ while you hand him a fifty and smile

he never mentioned it again

you definitely drag eddie to many more galas

and art galleries and the opera and horse racing and your beach house????

BUT in return, he takes you to his metal concerts and you join in on his D&D campaigns

don’t get him wrong….

he appreciates the financial security of it all, but obviously it’s a new feeling

sometimes it makes him a little frustrated to see someone with so much disposable income

especially growing up in a trailer park

it’s just different, you know???

so you let him pay for dinner when he asks

and he learns to understand you love spoiling him

and you learn to understand that he doesn’t love it all the time

but he really loves you

even when he has enough shiny things for a lifetime

he’s always considering just one more

and this time, it’ll come in a little velvet box

“love you, eds!” “love you, richie rich” “hey”

masterlist

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Collection Update 1/4

I mentioned in my last collection update that I got a gift card to my local comic book store for Christmas. I finally had a chance to stop by today to pick some stuff up. I’m saving some of the gift card for this month’s Immortal Thor issue (and hopefully next month, too, if I don’t find something else to spend it on when I pick up the January issue in a few weeks).

Thor: First Thunder issue 1: I think I might have this one already, or at least the graphic novel of the entire run. But (as is the case for a couple other issues for this haul) I also had a coupon for $5-worth of specific issues, so it was worth it.

The Mighty Thor issue 700: Another coupon purchase, though I don’t think I already have this, and I think Loki is in more of this issue than the previous one.

Asgardians of the Galaxy issue 4: The theme with this haul is, if Loki’s on the cover or appears in the issue, it’s mine now. I have not read or purchased any of the other issues in this run.

Thor issue 3: Another issue I think I might already own, but coupon purchase. I think when I mentioned the piece of Thor and Loki kneeling to Hela, this is what I meant, though looking at it now, that’s not Loki I don’t think. I think it’s Baldur. Whatever, both Loki AND Thori are in this, so I’m thrilled.

Iron Fist issue 5: Again, I see Loki, I buy. I have another issue from this run, but I don’t know anything about Iron Fist. I just keep buying the issues with Loki on the cover.

Loki: The Liar graphic novel: Yes, I already have all the issues from this series (and multiple variant covers). But it’s the compilation, so I needed it.

Battleworld: Thors issue 1: Another coupon purchase. I think Loki’s in it, but my boi looks like shit and it’s one panel.

Loki: Agent of Asgard issue 5: Okay, listen. Loki looks good on this cover. And Verity is also on it, they look like they’re gonna commit a heist (which, like, they do, but not in a casino like this is implying). It’s possible I already have this one, too. God, I really need to update my inventory list.

Marvel Comics 2024 calendar: This was free, and I probably wouldn’t have taken it if I’d looked at all the months before I left. But I was looking at it while paying for my comics, and didn’t finish looking at it. Unfortunately no Loki comics on the main month pictures. But there are also some icons on holidays (like Cap on Memorial Day and Eddie Brock—in the suit so technically also Venom is there— with whatever his (their) son’s name is on Father’s Day). So there was also this:

God of Mischief on April Fools Day. Yep.

Sadly December 17 is blank (but you can bet I’m putting a Loki sticker on it ASAP).

[junglekarmapippa]

C is for Card (old version)

The Alphabet of fluff

RJ adjusted his tie the way his father had taught him. He grabbed the vest of his three-piece suit and put it on, doing the buttons so it closed over the tie.

It was a grey, Italian suit and it made him look very elegant. He secretly loved that suit and had over a dozen ties and 6 shirts to wear with it. He couldn’t help but add a dash of color with his new purple tie.

He brushed his hair and checked his face, making sure there were no red spots after his first clean shave in months.

He buttoned the cuffs of the shirt, with a very elegant pair of silver cufflinks his father had gifted him many years ago.

He walked out of his bedroom and was welcomed with whistling and joking by his students.

”Look at him!” Casey called. “Tie and everything.

“Very funny, yes,” RJ agreed, looking at his very expensive watch. He couldn’t just go to the bank in the JKP delivery truck.

“When did you become a millionaire?” Fran asked.

“The day after I was born,” RJ answered, looking out the window to see if his taxi was there.

“Wait a sec,” Casey said. “Did you just say you became a millionaire the day after you were born?”

This made RJ look at them. “Yes. The woman who birthed me abandoned me in a hospital, safe heaven law, etcetera. My mother heard me crying as she and Dad made a visit to see how much they’d have to donate to redo the hospital’s ER.” He leaned to look out of the window, waiting for his taxi. “I’m technically worth a little over a billion dollars,” he added.

“You never told us this!” Lily said.

“Yeah!”

“I don’t like to flaunt my wealth. Also, my father had disowned me, until I saved him from Dai Shi.”

“RJ,” Casey asked, moving to where RJ was standing. “How much more are you hiding from us?”

“I made a list of all the stuff I have to tell you now that Dai Shi is defeated. I can’t remember where I put it.” A car honked. “That’s my cab.”

“Hang on,” Casey said, standing between him and the door. “Is anything we know about you, anything we saw from you a lie?”

“Of course not, Casey. I was my truest self when we were training to fight Dai Shi. You know me well enough to know this,” he gestured to show him the suit he was wearing. “is not me. Well, not completely, not anymore.” He walked towards the door and looked at them. “Even after mending my relationship with my dad, you guys are still my family.”

“Where are you going so well dressed then?” Dom asked.

“The bank. I have to pay the last installment of the loan I took for the restaurant.”

The taxi drove RJ to the bank branch he needed to go and he paid, got out, and walked into the bank.

“Mr. Finnsen!” He was greeted immediately.

“Mrs. Jones,” he saluted the receptionist.

“What can I help you with?”

“You called me, something about the American Express—”

“Centurion, yes,” she picked up her phone and dialed an extension.

“I’d also like to pay the mortgage I took,”

“Lucy will be with you shortly, can I offer you some coffee?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He waited for a couple of minutes, Mrs. Jones brought him a cup of coffee and he drank it slowly, feeling completely at ease with his surroundings.

He supposed anyone who didn’t know him since he was a child would assume this kind of environment would make him very uncomfortable, but this bank had nothing on his childhood home.

“Mr. Finnsen?” Lucy called as she approached him.

“Robert, please,” He said, handing Mrs. Jones the empty coffee cup.

He followed Lucy to her office and sat down across the desk from her.

“I have your centurion card right here, Robert,” Lucy said, unlocking a drawer.

“I’d also like to pay my loan,” RJ commented.

Lucy looked at him. “The whole thing?”

“The whole thing.”

“Okay, let’s start with the card and then we’ll deal with the loan.”

An hour later, RJ walked out a debt-free man, holding his Black AmEx. He hailed a cab, got in, and was about to give the driver the address to the loft when his sight fell on his new card. He gave a different address.

Casey, Theo, Lily, Fran, and Dom were starting to get worried. RJ had gone to the bank, but he was an exclusive client, it shouldn’t have taken him this long to return.

Finally, they hear RJ say “Thanks” and a car door shut. A minute later, RJ opened the loft door and entered, carrying several shopping bags.

“What on Earth?” Theo asked.

RJ put the bags on the training mat and smiled at them. “For you,” he said with a big smile.

“RJ… why?” Casey asked.

“Because you’re family. And I love you all very, very much,” The Wolf Master said. He was going to say something else but was interrupted by Lily.

“ARE THESE CAPEZIOS?!” She was looking into one of the bags, her face frozen in shock.

RJ turned to her, smiling. “Yes.” He looked at them all as he took his jacket and vest off. “You guys are my family. Please, don’t think about the prize tags on these. Just accept them, please.”

Lily was the first to move and she hugged him tightly.RJ hugged her back. Then Casey joined and RJ hugged them both. Finally, Theo and Dom joined and they stayed like that for a long time.

A long-needed group hug.

“You deserve them,” RJ said, from the center of the hug. “You always worked so hard.”

“Thank you,” Casey said. “We will cherish them.”

“Hopefully, the way I cherish you.”

[songbirdsingingthings]

Girls Day - Shoto Todoroki

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Work for you this week was grueling to say the least. Your agency had assigned you to lead a coalition of heroes to take down a group of villains holding hostages, which for you was no problem. What was a problem, however, was the fact that some of the heroes in your group got sloppy which led to some of the hostages getting injured. Thankfully none of the injuries led to fatalities, but a couple came pretty close. This stuck you working in your office for four days straight writing up paperwork and detailing exactly how everything happened. You knew you had no fault in this, and so did your superiors, but you were technically responsible for those who did make mistakes. 

After you finally finished dotting the last i and crossing the last t, you scanned and faxed the documents over to your higher ups, stuffed any necessary paperwork that involved other agendas into your work bag, and finally, finally, turned off your laptop. You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair, but stopped halfway when you got a call on your cell. You see your good friend, Ochaco Uraraka, soon to be Ochaco Midoriya, is the contact listed as calling. 

“Hey Ochaco, what’s up?” You asked, fatigue clear in your voice.

“Hey Y/N! Nothing much, I was just wondering if you were free tomorrow! I was thinking of having a girls day - you, me, Momo, Tsu, Mina, Jirou, and Hagakure! You in?” Relishing in the idea of a relaxing day off, a smile spreads across your face.

“Hell yeah I’m in. Where are we all meeting?” You say as you simultaneously begin to shut off the lights in your office.

“Well, those new outlet malls just opened up, I was thinking of heading there! There’s sure to be a lot of cute things, maybe you could get something for a date night with Todoroki!” You blushed lightly as she mentioned your boyfriend’s name and rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, well, we both have to have time off for a date night to happen in the first place. You know both of us well enough to know that we’re workaholics.” You joke. It was true to an extent, though. Both you and Shoto were busy people whose work schedules, more often than not, didn’t line up. The two of you made it clear to each other when the relationship started that you couldn’t really get mad at eachother for occasionally canceling dates or having dinner late. The life of a hero was tough and erratic - you couldn’t really count on when a villain was going to strike.

“If Shoto Todoroki sees you wanting to have a date night, he’s going to make it happen. Add a fancy outfit to that? Girl, you’re set.” You laugh at Ochaco’s statement and lock your door, making your way to the elevator. You give parting smiles to the people still working at the desks on the main floor and a quiet wave to your receptionist. You continue to chat with Ochaco about fun ideas for the day tomorrow like where to eat, if you were going to get your nails done, and maybe heading to the brand new spa. 

“Oh, that just sounds like heaven. I’ve been dying to get a massage - I’ve been stuck at my desk for the past few days and my shoulders are absolutely killing me.” You open the big glass doors that belong to your agency, finally making your way outside to where a certain red-and-white haired man stood waiting with a bouquet of (your favorite flower). Your face immediately softens and you give him a giddy smile. “Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back. I can’t wait for tomorrow!” You and Ochaco say goodbye and you hang up. 

“Who was that?” Shoto asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Ochaco,” you respond as you stuff your phone into your coat pocket, “the girls and I are going out for a girls day tomorrow.” you announce happily, leaning into Shoto to give him a quick kiss. You trade your bag for the flowers, at his insistence, and take his free hand in yours.

“That’ll be nice - you deserve a nice day out.” Shoto says, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You hum in response and smell the flowers, sighing at its aroma.

“What about you? Do you have to go in tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but it’s a short day for me,” he says, “just finalizing some recruitments for internships.” You smile at his words.

“It’s so great that you're doing that Sho,” you say, “I remember how happy I was when I got to go intern for Hawks. I probably didn’t stop smiling for weeks.” Shoto chuckles at that.

“Yeah I remember. You were practically buzzing with excitement.” Recollection of another memory crosses his mind which makes him laugh harder.

“What?” You say, grinning.

“I remember you calling me and telling me how Tokoyami basically had to shut you up because Hawks was too nice to tell you to stop talking when you were on a mission.” At this point he was cackling. You laugh with him and swat him with the flowers causing some petals to fall away. 

“Ugh that was so embarrassing,” you say, watching Shoto wipe a tear that had escaped as he was laughing, “the hue of my face was practically identical to your red hair.

The drive back to your shared apartment was full of laughter and more memories from your time at UA. When Shoto finally confessed, when your relationship became official, and all the silly moments in between. You finally arrive home and the two of you decide to have leftovers for dinner and watch a movie on the couch. You were so perfectly happy at this moment. You and your boyfriend, unwinding at the end of the day. The fact that you were so comfortable with living with each other now that you could be slouched on your couch, eating leftovers right out of the tupperware, and watching a stupid rom com on T.V. . 

Finally it was time to go to bed. Your eyes were already shut by the time Shoto finished washing up and you feel the dip in the mattress beside you. It was quiet as you were wrapped in his arms. Well, quiet until Shoto nudged your shoulder with his chin.

“Take my credit card when you go out tomorrow.” He says quietly, pressing a kiss against the back of your neck.

“Shoto Todoroki, I will do no such thing.” You mumble, eyes still closed.

“Please?” He asks quietly, making you melt a little, “I want tomorrow to be completely relaxing. I know you credit yourself as a smart shopper, but I want you to just spend whatever you want on anything you want.” He says as he nuzzles you.

“Sho, I make almost as much as you - I can go shopping with my own card.” You respond. However, his next few words make you agree rather quickly to using his.

“The one I’m giving you is tied to my father’s bank account.”

“...Okay deal.”

By the time you wake up the following morning, Shoto is already gone. You stretch your arms and back and groan. You push the stray hair in front of your face behind your ear and see a little note next to a danish and a silver credit card.

“Breakfast for you, my love. Have a great day. Also, I booked a reservation at that fancy restaurant in town that you like for 7:30 p.m. . Go crazy with the card, my father won’t even notice. Love, your Shoto.”

Your heart always flutters when he writes you letters and signs them with “your Shoto”. It’s a sweet affirmation that you have his heart. You nibble on the danish as you scroll through messages on your phone, the most recent ones from Ochaco and the girls.

Mina: We’re meeting at the outlets at 11:00 a.m. right?

Ochaco: Yup! Get excited!

You eventually roll out of bed and stroll into your closet, looking at the array of clothes hanging up. You decide on a casual yet chic outfit and get dressed. You grab the coffee waiting for you on the counter in the kitchen, yet another gift from shoto, stuff Endeavor’s credit card into your purse, and make your way to the outlets by taxi. When you finally get there, you see that the whole group is there. You thank and pay the driver quickly and rush out to meet up with your friends.

“Y/N!” they all say, giving you a big hug.

“Hey guys! Wow, it’s so great to see all of you here together - I can’t remember the last time we all met up!” You say, grinning. As a group you all make your way into the mall, stopping by some high end boutiques and designer stores.

“How’s the fiance?” You ask Ochaco, wiggling your eyebrows. She gives you a smile as she looks through some of the skirts hanging on the rack next to her.

“Oh, Izuku’s great. Couldn’t be more excited about the wedding, if I’m honest.” She says giggling. The two of you talk about the wedding planning and everything for a bit, listening to Ochaco gush about how involved Izuku is with the process.

“What about you Y/N? Any wedding bells in your future?” Mina says, popping into the conversation. You blush and try to make yourself look busy by inspecting the hem on a shirt very carefully.

“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, Shoto and I are going super well right now, it’s just that the both of us are so busy. I always thought that we would get married but I don’t really know about how he feels about it.” The girls quirk their eyebrows at this, confused as to how the two of you hadn’t had a conversation about that yet. Quickly, you clear everything up. “I just don’t want him to think of his parents’ predicament - I mean that was his first view on marriage, and I know that he knows that that’s not how marriage works, but I feel like it might be a touchy subject.” The girls nod and give you reassuring smiles.

“Oh Y/N, you have got to try the dress on. I mean, it’s made for you.” You hear Momo say. You follow her gaze to a mannequin and couldn’t even try to hold back the gasp that left your mouth. It truly was beautiful. The dress was navy in color and was clearly made of an expensive material. The sleeves, which were long sleeves, were also sheer and dotted with small pearls. On the mannequin as well were matching shoes and a bag. You just couldn’t keep your eyes off of it. It was so expensive, in fact, that you had to ask the store manager directly to go into the back and grab you your size so that you could try it on. You had to say, when you put that dress on, you felt like a million bucks. Momo was right, it really was made for you. Sliding the curtain back so that the rest of the girls could see, you didn’t even try to hide your smile as you saw the girls’ reactions.

“Y/N L/N, if you weren’t already taken I would pounce on you myself.” Mina says, making you laugh. You get similar compliments from the rest of the girls, making you smile, and taking the dress and the accessories up to the register. The woman there kindly wraps the dress, shoes, and bag carefully in tissue paper and places the three items into a pretty shopping bag. You had fun during the rest of the day, eating lunch, getting a mani-pedi, and a massage, but you couldn’t contain your excitement at the thought of wearing that dress to yours and Shoto’s dinner date that evening.

After your busy day of shopping, you immediately run home to shower. You had about an hour to wash your hair and body, making sure to shave your legs so that you looked totally put together that evening. You manage to do your hair in your favorite formal style, slip on your dress and shoes, and swing the small matching bag over your shoulder. You put on a tiny bit of make-up, just a light coat of mascara and a sheer layer of lip gloss. You look at yourself in the mirror and almost explode. You even had to admit it to yourself. You. Looked. HOT.

You finally make your way to the restaurant and ask the hostess at the front to direct you to your table. She led you to where Shoto was sitting, looking at the menu. As soon as he registers people coming towards him, he looks up but almost chokes. Seeing you in that dress almost made his eyes pop out of his head. He couldn’t even form a coherent thought as he mindlessly thanked the hostess and watched you sit down across from him. Smirking, you gently wave a hand in front of his face.

“Earth to Shoto! Is someone in there?” You said, giggling softly. The only thing Shoto could say was something that he had been thinking about for the past two years non-stop. With no filter and no reason to stop himself, he made that thought known.

“You wanna get married?”

[writing-good-vibes]

you can be my daddy

plz accept this belated father's day fic because I am shameless. chucky x f!reader. WARNING for fathers day mention (i know it can be difficult for some), smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, brief mention of pregnancy.

“Happy Father’s Day!”

“Oh jeez, you're not knocked up, are you?”

You laugh, handing him a card, “No, luckily you're not an actual father.”

He takes the card, ripping open the envelope with the same ambivalence he used for the rent notice and utility bills.

*

You spotted the card as you were heading to the checkout at the grocery store. A few cards left on the display for the kids who had better things to do than congratulate their fathers on doing the bare minimum for them.

But this holiday was too funny to pass up. There was a limited selection left, but you picked out an appropriate card (or would this technically be considered inappropriate?) and made your way to the checkout to pay, trying not to laugh as the cashier scanned the card and then the six pack of beers you were also buying, saying, “Last minute present? It doesn’t half creep up on you when you're busy doesn’t it, Father’s Day?”

“Oh yeah,” you replied, casually, “It really does.”

*

Chucky sits for a second, looking at the card in his hands. ‘No. 1 Daddy’. A look you couldn’t quite identify crossed his face; confused, amused, distant.

Then he opens the card:

‘Daddy,

Happy Father’s Day!

Thanks for having a big dick and making me cum

Love, your girl x’

He let out a shaking breath even though you could tell he was trying to play it cool. Another look, one you knew all too well, crossed his face; desire, lust and still just a hint of amusement.

“Well,” he began, standing up and propping the card on top of the TV set, “Isn’t this a thoughtful gift.”

You smirked, wandering across the living room and towards your bedroom. As had become your tradition, any gift you gave him had a much more enjoyable follow-up. “And that’s not all,” you promised, eyeing him up as he followed you.

In an instant he had you in his arms, falling back onto the bed and bringing you with him. You straddled his hips, grinding playfully in his lap as his hands grabbed at your clothes. Your top was pulled over your head, his fingers making short work of your bra too.

You were hardly graceful, but you shimmied out of your jeans and panties, while Chucky sat up against the head board, undoing his shirt and pulling his pants down before pulling you back onto his lap as soon as you were undressed.

Sinking down onto him, you cried out.

In all fairness, you knew exactly what you were doing buying that card. It was to rile Chuck up; he liked when you called him daddy, he liked referring to himself that way when you were needy and begging for it. And, as much as he’d never admit it was anything more than a residual primal instinct, he got off on making you his. On you needing him so much you cried.

“That’s it, cum all over daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he whispered, lips grazing beneath your ear. His breaths were ragged and short as you kept working yourself over his dick, desperate for release.

Moaning, a high, hungry sound, you came hard, hips rocking and pressing down as hard as you could trying to chase the feeling before it dissipated. Tears wet your cheeks, tracking salty paths down your neck and chest, before Chucky licked them away.

Even after you came, Chuck didn’t let up, always wanting to push you and push you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you were begging him to finish just to stop the overstimulation.

“If you’re good I’ll fill you up, fill you so full of cum you really will get knocked up,” he flipped you over, his dick almost slipping out of your wetness before he righted himself, adjusting his pace for the new position. “So be a good girl for daddy and lie back and take it.”

And you did, his thrusts rocking your pliant body rhythmically. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in circles that were too much yet not enough.

“Please,” you muttered, barely able to string anything more coherent together, “Chucky, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please,” you clenched around him, not feeling strong enough to handle the second orgasm you could feel coiling in your core, “please, just cum in me.”

He groaned, “Oh, baby.”

A few more thrusts and you felt him release, shaking hands fumbling inelegantly over you, bringing you over the edge with him.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “I love you.”

Chucky didn’t say anything, pulling out of you.

You were about to protest, wanting him to stay for a while, especially after all his talk of keeping you full, but then you saw the look in his eye.

He was watching as the slickness, both yours and his, leaked out of you. You squirmed a little in embarrassment, his watchful eyes flickered from the mess between your thighs to your face.

His lip quirked up into a smirk, and before you could brace yourself, he rolled you over, laying down behind you and lined himself back up, catching anymore cum before it could drip from you.

Letting out a content sigh, you relaxed into his embrace, thankful for corporate card companies and primal kinks and birth control.

[clavis-baby]

The (possible) Downfall of Obey Me

5-16-21 (when writing this the event toys out)

(Tbh this post is just be trying to be naïve towards Solomare and at ever aspectthat I mention you have every single right to be upset and mad)

Okay so it’s no secret that Obey me is making bank and is very very obviously trying to make us money on the game with even trying to make us spend money with original stuff that was free to now secretly changing some mechanics behind our back

Here’s a post by @thalfox https://thalfox.tumblr.com/post/653994972840919040/i-just-noticed-a-little-bit-ago-that-the-barbatos that dose a really good job at explaining everything that has changed

(also this isn’t a hate thing fox has actually done a great work explaining everything to good detail of what has changed)

With all the changes I don’t think that it’s shocking to say that players are leavening the fandom because of many reasons to the games getting stupidly harder to even the game development

This is just a heads up this in no way is a post saying “hey this is why you shouldn’t feel this way” I kinda just wanted to see from a business standpoint and be naïve of what’s happening you have every reason to be mad at Solomare because even me I’ve been playing sense week 2 of game released and I’m only on lesson 42 every counter argument that I’m going to make I have complained about at some point

Arguments

(P.s grammar is really bad it’s sort of turned into more of a rant I wrote this at 5 am without any sleep so sorry)

1. Obey me is marketed as a free to play game

First there are many reasons people are mad this main thing that I hear about is from a lot of people is that is a “free game” which lets be honest is ridiculously hard

But still it is still essentially a “free to play game” I personally feel like the main prolog is lessons 1-20 to introduce all the characters to understand and getting the just on how to play the game

Okay and now here’s where I sort of stand with obey me, the gatcha rates are kinda ridiculously lucky when you play for the first week you luck is so amazing and is in my experience with gatchas the best luck I have ever seen for games so it’s not really hard collecting the cards

Now are they the best absolutely no, this I feel like is where you might have to spend money unless they up the skills on the Nightmare A

But what Obey me is technically trying to do is obviously making you pay by releasing your favorite demon card every 2 week which…aren’t essential they are really just hoping that you love your main demon enough to pay

With the high increase on the gatcha rate there really isn’t a pity unless you count the card pieces (but I’m not going to count that because you are more likely to roll your UR before completing the pieces)

Now after lesson 20 once the huge break I feel like Obey me almost expecting the players to keep logging in any doing jobs and some players did do that and boy did it pay off

But those players have not needed to spend a single dollar and are all caught up

Now for everyone else who didn’t the game was so difficult it’s unimaginable and because for that a whole lot of players left the game and personally I don’t blame them because of how much impact the next lessons were

Now sort of like Mystic Messenger you really just have to grind you ass off log in everyday and do JOBS :D and grind but as hard and long as it is you are still able to be a f2p but where obey me fails is that when grinding Mystic Messenger grinding was a lot more fun for me it took about a whole year to just get 550 hourglasses even when I purchased and same with Genshin Inpact it takes a while but with obey me there isn’t really anything else to do once you get to a certain point which I think obey me really lacks and could be part of a reason why people left. Grinding just is not fun (now I do think that on a phone there is so much you can do with a app game but I feel like there could be a bit more they could do)

Personally I’m just going to come out and say it don’t spend your money for one UR card for your favorite demon it’s really not worth it now im one of those Mammon stans but if I ever wanted a specific card for instance the Mammon bunny card when it first came out I wanted it so badly and didn’t get it but I also knew there would eventually be a revival so I saved and did not spend any DV(demon vouchers) until the revival

The events

Some people complain about getting the cards in the events onestly for me this one kinda makes a bit of sense I noticed the first change when the Vampire even came out and how it wasn’t as easy to get the second card but if you think of it it makes sence why

When the first event came out (Santa event) you only had to collect about 30,000 gingerbread compared to the 100,000 in event today but when the first event came out no one was at high enough levels for the AP required and you would every day when times rest to gain gingerbread as well as there was only one part to the story so when people kept leveling up their AP Obey Me had to higher the bar so it wouldn’t be so easy to get all these cards and have a actual reward system but eventually they also added another story lesson starting at the Ruri Chan event

Second thing about the events is that one there started just getting plain out boring.

When lesson 20 finished and we were all waiting for season 2 I was still loving in everyday and logging in at 12 and 8 for the free 30 AP because I didn’t know what else to and would participate in the event but eventually what I think that all otome games that have constant events like Ikemen Vampire and Ikemen Revolution they just start getting repetitive and getting real boring so I stoped playing until there was something more interesting

The last thing that some people complain about the events is that you can’t keep up with the story and the events now I can’t find it but I believe that @0beyme said something about the events a long time ago about how you have to pick between the event and moving through the main story which I kinda think isn’t really the games fault and more just a discussion on maybe missing a event

Add ons

Okay so they did this from day 1 you spend a certain amount of Devil point that you guaranteed don’t have and get out a card

Now this is just spelling out a disaster

Yeah so for the first Charge Mission is when you log in which everyone had but essentially what they want you to do is spend $100 on a game that you just logged into and never experienced or played I don’t really understand what they were even thinking with that but it must’ve worked for them to keep doing them

The second time they did it was when the break was over and season 2 came out and they celebrated by doing another charge mission which was the Lucifer and Simon card which would cost again $100 again I really don’t understand what they were thinking

And now this is I believe the fourth time they have done this for the 1.5 anniversary where they know that Mammon is obviously a favorite for many Obey Me players and where smart to put it on the really stupid charge mission but the difference is, is that instead of it costing $100 it would cost almost $200(same with Levi’s) for one thing I don’t understand

But one thing that you do have to remember is is that this isn’t apart of the main gameplay it really just is a mini game if you would even call it that of dress up and optimization so still I guess would be just a add on that has no effect on the actual story and game so you could I guess still call it a f2p game with really really stupidly high priced add ons

VIP

Umm so I am the first one to call myself out I have bought the VIP package first when season 2 happened and I knew how much I loved the game so personally it was worth it to me to support the developers and gain something out of it

Now I haven’t really seen much complaints on the VIP because people more use it as a “hey the game is impossible with out VIP” but the people who say this ive noticed never bought it

For $9.99 each month it is 100%

IT IS NOT WORTH IT!!! Out of everything you get which honestly isn’t much you get some extra free space in jobs and really that’s it and if you choose to use all your job slots for the highest paying you get around 30,500 about a 10,000 difference not really worth it in my opinion

With VIP you also get other things like higher chance of gifts from Jobs which you will not notice one bit, and +20 AP (which if you play the events is sort of useful) as well as extra packages exclusive to VIPs so after paying $9.99 per month you also get more things to buy and that’s about it for VIP now if you really want to get more grim just use your AP and spend it of normal lessons you will get more AP that way

The Story and Kids

This could be all me just complaining and a theory by I wanted to include it anyway

Obviously many people are not even caught up or even playing but as more lessons went on the less interesting the story became to me I don’t know if it’s a me thing but season one was absolutely amazing the once season two came out it was good but not anywhere as good and one

One reason why I think that it to me became almost bland is the amount of kids that is on the app and how sensitive people were if anything bad happens

It’s no secret that the Japanese versions a lot more non-kid friendly for hell’s sake the characters don’t even swear as well as all the colors I feel like to a American audience bright colors is usually marketed towards kids but in other countriesI think many understand that that is not always the case for instance a lot of people will thing in America that anime is all for kids but I mean look at Attack on Titan or Tokyo Ghoul you would not let kids watch that of literal people getting brutally murdered you just don’t see things like that in the West where something looking kid friendly could also be very adult like

Also wtf dose this in the App Store say +12 with Ikemen Vampire and a lot of other games if you have a game rated +17 then there will be a actual pop up that says something along the lines of how “thier could be violence acts and sexual act are you sure you want to instal”

Now the story I’ve seen people point this out but there isn’t really much character development for instance Beel he dose not have a actual personality his personality (fight me on this one) all you really know about him is that he likes food and his family now I could be wrong cuz I’m on lesson 42 but still not much and this is kinda with all the characters except the special ones where the devs really favor and love for story

Some one mentioned how the developers hold back a lot which I agree with 100% they said how when there is character development they all the sudden pull back and never will almost talk about it again like ???? So there’s this constant bland story

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Honestly if you liked this I might do more cuz as much as this post made me especially at the end I kinda liked ranting so...yeah there is also many other things that I want to rant about but I’m tired soooo

feel free to comment your opinions btw

Bye ima go sleep now

[jarofstyles]

SK8ER BOI IV- Aerial

A/N: THE FINALE!!! Ugh we love these two so much, however, it definitely is a long shot for a highschool fic BUT it’s fun to pretend no? ✨- n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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Y/N knew she fucked up, she fucked up so bad. She had pushed Harry away when she needed him most all because she was insecure? All because she thought that he’d think less of her and leave? Her worst nightmare came to life anyway, she did that to herself. She’d gone home early, catching a ride with Amber and well, Timothée didn’t seem to notice. Y/N was going to break up with him the next time she saw him, she was positive. It was all just a matter of time before it happened. 

Getting the text from Harry the next morning did surprise her. She thought she wouldn’t hear from him but... he said he had to show her something important? What could it be? She got dressed pretty quickly, not really thinking about how she looked, she just hopped in her bike and rode over. She was nervous to see him, would he still be upset with her? Of course, but she had stopped at the shop to get some snacks and a teddy bear to say that she was sorry.

Harry has showered and gotten dressed rather quickly, knowing she would be over quickly. He knew this would upset her. Not okay because Timothée would technically be lying to her but because it was to Harry. The guy she had gotten close to. He cleaned up his room even though he wasn’t sure she would want to come up there at all, waiting downstairs. When the bell rang, he was quick to answer and let her in. She had a shopping bag with her but he didn’t pay that any mind, bringing her closer into the house. Thank god his parents weren’t home today. 

“Listen, I know you’re pissed with me but I woke up to this. You needed to see if. If I sent you a screenshot you may think I’m lying so I needed you to open it up yourself.” He shoved his phone at her, unlocked. “Instagram. The top message.”

Y/N parked her bike and went inside as usual, being greeted by the kitties but Harry spoke before she could even react to them. She furrowed her brows, taking his phone from him and opened up Instagram. Timmy? She looked up at Harry with brows furrowed, seeing him nod so she opened the message. 

‘Heeeeeyyy Harry, know this is random and all but like... you’re so fucking hot’

‘I wanted to talk to you last night, didn't get the chance to’

‘but if you ever want me to suck your dick I can’

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was reading. Timmy? Sent that? To him? Last night? She swallowed thickly and just read over it a few times. He really didn’t bother telling her? Was just going to cheat behind her back and lead her on? Granted, she was cheating too, but at least she was trying to talk to him and cheating.. she didn’t want to do that. Y/N was speechless, looking up at Harry like a babbling fish. She wasn’t going to cry though, no. Y/N just had what she needed now to break up with him and she would. But not before she talked and apologized to Harry.

“I woke up and I saw those.” Harry swallowed. “And like, obviously I’m not your favorite person right now and I get if you want to leave now cause you saw but I had to show you. I’m not gonna answer but he should know M’gonna show you.” There was no denying it. Considering Y/N and Harry were very obviously getting close to begin with, it was something he was certain he would know. Why him out of all people? He didn’t know. “And I’m just.. wondering if he’s been doin’ that to other guys too that he knows do stuff so like... I just wanted to show you. I know we haven’t been doing much better and that like, cheating isn’t good to begin with but yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Damn. This was hard.

Y/N nodded her head, “no, thanks for telling me.” She said with a soft voice, letting out a small sigh as she handed him his phone back. “I can’t be too mad at him, or I'd be a hypocrite.” Y/N explained and let out a breath, “I’ll... I’ll talk to him later...” She said and then looked down at her bag. “I um...” Y/N started and started bringing up the bag. “I wanted to apologize though... it wasn’t fair of me to talk to you like that when you were just trying to be a good friend... you mean a lot to me and I hate knowing that I made you upset, that I made you feel like I didn’t want to hang out with you anymore...” She reached into her bag to get out a teddy bear that was holding a star. Originally she just went in to get the snacks but then she saw the bear sitting there and she knew she had to buy it. It reminded her so much of Harry and she hoped he liked it. “Will you forgive me?” She asked holding the teddy bear out for him. “I also got some snacks.....”

There was a little star on it. Harry wasn’t one for receiving gifts but this made him feel fond. How she knew him even though it hadn’t been that long. 

“Oh... you didn’t have to get me anything.” He murmured. He would cherish that bear till the day he died. It was thoughtful and lovely. “Course I forgive you. I just.. I hope you know I’m not some dickhead who’s out to get you.” He whispered. “I just want you to be happy. Whether it’s hanging around me or with him. I just hate seeing you sad.” He felt a bit vulnerable. She had tapped into his softer side with the star holding bear. It would be a treasured item of his. “Did you want to stay? Or go figure your stuff out?” He asked. He understood if she needed time to think alone.

“I know, but I wanted to.” She said shyly, pushing a piece of her hair away from her face. “You’re not a dickhead Harry, never thought you were.” Y/N wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She really did miss him, it had been a while since they hung out now that the project was over and because they had that little fight. “Can I stay? Missed you..” and she had. Y/N just wanted to sit around and listen to music and talk with him for hours. Catch up on the stupid shit Niall and Zayn said, maybe watch a movie while they ate their snacks, or they could just be munchies for him to have on his own when she inevitably went to talk to Timothée. “I’m gonna talk to him later..” Y/N repeated herself, pulling out her phone to text him saying they needed to meet up and have a chat. Timothée had agreed, probably knowing what the chat was going to be about because he’d never responded so quickly to her.

Harry kisses the top of her head tenderly. It was hard to refrain from being physically affectionate with her. She called to the caring bits of him and he wanted her to be happy to sit around and be held by him. 

“Course you can stay. Come on.” He grabbed her bag of snacks and carried them up with Y/N and the kitties following behind her eager for pets. It was good to have her back in his bed. To sit next to her while they munched on chips and have her curl up next to him. Her hand held his shirt as they watched some sort of documentary about true crime, and he was happy as hell just to have her there. His mind did wander. Could he ever have this for good? Have it so he could tell her sweet things and not have it be weird or crossing a line? Things felt like they were back to normal, the two of them cuddled up on his bed all comfy cozy and snacking. Y/N could stay like this forever she felt like. Her mind was now made up. She thought that she would be more upset about it all but now that she had something that solidified her beliefs? She didn’t feel so bad anymore. 

Y/N had spent the last 10 minutes of the documentary just admiring him. She’d missed being this close to him and of course, she missed kissing him, missed having his hands on her and hearing those sexy grunts of his. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she just cupped his cheek and turned his attention to her, leaning up to kiss him hungrily. Y/N just wanted to feel it again, feel him and connect with him, needed to remember what made her feel so good before she went to break up with Timmy.

When she kissed him, Harry immediately felt better. Knowing she wanted to kiss him again and didn’t regret anything they did soothed him fully, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him as he turned so he could kiss her. It was smooth and hot, her tongue against his as he got into her mouth. His hand held her back and kept her close to him, humming happily at the kisses she gave him. He missed it. Even a week of no kissing had made him sad, so to have it back meant a lot. When they pulled apart, he hid his face in her neck to breathe her in. It was warm and she smelled sweet and just like her. He needed that comfort. Needed her affections.

Y/N’s heart felt full again, he’d kissed her back with just as much passion and desire. He had missed her just as much as she missed him and that within itself was comforting. Her hands carded through his hair as he nuzzled against her neck, pressing kisses to the side of his head. Y/N was holding him tight, breathing steadying as she finally felt the calm overcome her. She didn’t say anything though. It was an unspoken thing that the two of them both knew they’d missed each other a lot, that the both of them needed this and just needed to hold and kiss each other like they were meant to. Y/N didn’t want to do anything until it was confirmed that she was broken up with Timothée despite it being that way in her head. Y/N could dare say she loved him but it had only been a month. They did have a very strong connection, that much was undeniable. She looked at him as he pulled back from her neck and pressed a few soft and gentle kisses across his face. Her angel. He had no idea how special he really was to her.

Harry scrunched his nose when she put a kiss on it, letting out a silent laugh. She was spoiling him with attention and it felt rather good. He couldn’t deny that. She had him by the balls. It wasn’t like he was going to open and spill his guts about how much he liked her— but he did. He liked her a lot. Y/N was lovely and soft and sweet to him, she kissed incredibly well, he loved her body and being intimate with her. It was like she pulled up on every stop. 

“Mm. Feels nice.” 

He wondered if she could potentially be his first girlfriend. Proper one. Where he kissed her every day and brought her to school and had her sleep over, made love to her. He wasn’t sure if she would be down for that but maybe eventually. He could wiggle his way into her heart if he was lucky enough.

Y/N smiled fondly at him, pushing pieces of his hair back behind his ear. She pressed another kiss to his lips, letting out a hum. “Please don’t cut your hair...” Y/N spoke softly, pressing another kiss to his cheeks and then his nose. “I mean, I know you’ll have to eventually but.. keep it long, it looks really nice.” After spending a week apart she really just wanted to shower him in affection, tell him all the things she was too scared to say before. She almost lost him. Y/N had long forgotten about the documentary, just focusing on him now. Had he somehow gotten more handsome? Or was she just even more fond of him than ever before? “I’m going to go talk to him, yeah?” She whispered softly, “just want to get it out of the way. I’ll go talk to him and I’ll come back and... and I’ll spend the night if you’d like? I would really like to..” Y/N spoke with blushy cheeks. It was all hitting her pretty hard, but she couldn’t tell him how she felt yet.

“Yeah.. can come back and sleep here.” Harry hadn’t woken up next to her in a while and he missed it. He missed her a lot. It wasn’t that long but he was starting to realize things that he hadn’t before. Things were becoming clearer. Like his feelings for her. He kissed her a few more times at the door, holding the back of her neck to keep her there. He didn’t want her to go but she would be coming back to him quickly and he was looking forward to it. “If you... if you want to, Tonight... we can.” He was dying to fuck her. Dying. And once she was free from him, if she was in the mood? He could more than ever give her a good time. That's what she deserved. “If not that’s fine too but... yeah.” He shrugged. Gently letting her go. “Call me if you don’t want to bike back. I’ll come and get you.”

Y/N looked at him stunned. He wanted to? he really meant what he said when he  gave her his ultimatum? She nodded her head as he let her go, cheeks flushed. “Okay.” She answered shyly, deciding she would have plenty of time to think about it once she got back from Timothée’s house. 

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The bike ride over was spent thinking about what on earth she was going to say. Y/N knew she had every right to be mad but she also wanted to be there for him. What if he had no one else to go to? Well, at least there would be no more wondering after today. They were finally going to lay it all out on the table. 

“Hey.” She spoke as he opened the door, stepping inside and following him to his room. Y/N was incredibly nervous, but she had to stay calm. “So.. look, I don’t want to argue, but Harry showed me the DMs you sent him and I just... I wish you told me. I already knew but I didn’t want to push you to come out to me if you weren’t ready but... I care about you timmy, I want to be there for you.”

His face fell. 

“You saw, huh?” Timothée was hopeful maybe Harry wouldn’t show her but, his loyalties lie with Y/N. As they probably should. He didn’t know what to say. It was terrifying. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please ask him not to tell anyone either. I was drunk and it just came out and I’m sorry. To both of you. But please just... I’m not ready to tell people. I messed up.” He was obviously scared. “I know I’m an asshole. I know I should have told you but I don’t want anyone to know cause, I’m not able to deal with it myself.” He swallowed thickly, looking down. Y/N and Harry basically had his life in the palm of their hands.

“Hey, hey, hey...” Y/N frowned and went to wrap her arms around him in a hug. “You’re okay...” She whispered, petting his head gently to calm him down. “I wasn’t planning on telling anyone and Harry isn’t either...” Y/N wanted him to know that they respected his wishes. “Just really hurt me, you know? Cause I just wanted to be there for you... I understand why you didn’t tell me, but I thought of all people, you could trust me, ya know?” Y/N explained calmly, “I’m not mad at you... cause I have something to tell you too.” She was nervous to tell him but hey, she had every right to do what she did knowing now that he was gay. She was never more than a friend to him. “Harry told me cause um... he and I have been um... doing stuff.”

“Stuff?” Not only was his girlfriend— or ex girlfriend? Aware that he’s gay. She was with the guy he wanted. It sucks. So bad. “Oh...” Timothée wasn’t angry at her for the cheating aspect. More so because that meant Harry wasn’t going to want him. It was common knowledge that Harry fucked around a lot and it didn’t matter what gender. He liked that about him. It was jealousy. “Really? I mean... I know I wasn’t touching you and I’m sorry if I made you feel badly about it but... how did that even happen?” He hurt. Was sad. But she wasn’t angry at him. He couldn’t be angry about doing nearly the same thing.

Y/N nodded her head, knowing it must have hurt him because well... he did send that message for a reason. “It’s okay, I get why now...” She started, smiling a little at the thought of her and Harry. “I’ve um.. I had a crush on him for a long time and like... when we had to work together for the project I was um... yeah, it just happened.” Y/N blushed shaking her head a little because she was telling her ex boyfriend, who was gay, that she had been cheating on him. “You like him a lot don’t you?” Y/N could tell, it hurt her knowing he was struggling internally and hurting, but her feelings were valid too. “I’m sorry... but, we’ll find you a really nice boy yeah? Whenever you are ready. Promise.” She said, taking his hand. “I want to be okay again... still wanna be your friend and stuff. Can tell people we just grew apart if that’s what you’d prefer.” Y/N said and squeezed his hand a little, “Whatever you need.” She wanted to be there for him, she really did. “Harry and I aren’t official or anything... obviously... so, that won’t be a thing for a bit...”

“Yeah— Uh, we can do that.” Timothée said softly. It was two hits with one knife and it hurt. It sucks. But at least Y/N didn’t hate him. He was so worried she would. And that she wouldn’t ever talk to him again. “You really don’t hate me?” He was astonished. He had hidden a part of himself from her for a while and pushed her away over and over because of it and it had to have hurt. But she was offering to help him and get him a boyfriend? “I would hate me.” He was glad she didn’t though, accepting her gentle affection. “I’m sorry. That I made you feel like you were annoying. You weren’t. I was just... not able to give you what you wanted. I understand why you went to him.”

Y/N let out a chuckle, “no, I don’t hate you Timmy.” She said softly and let out a sigh. “I thought it was me for a long time... thought that maybe I wasn’t sexy enough for you or that maybe you just weren’t into me like that but didn’t want to hurt my feelings. But I could tell after a while because there was no chemistry like that, could tell I made you uncomfortable.” She explained with a sad sigh. “Kind embarrasses now actually thinking about it...” Y/N blushed and shook her head, “but yeah... I was really upset, I hated that you didn’t talk to me and yeah I was upset with you and angry but I could never hate you. Knew that you weren’t doing this on purpose...” She didn’t want to hurt his feelings or rub it in but she wanted him to know that even though he hurt her and couldn’t be there for her, Harry was. “He’s been really nice to me... Makes me feel really special and beautiful and... I really like him.” Y/N spoke and let out a sigh, “he doesn’t know that but..”

Timmy and Y/N continued their conversation as Harry ran to the store. He got condoms, he got some breakfast food for the next day, he also got a lollipop for her. It was cotton candy and reminded him of her. He quickly came back and fixed the house and changed his sheets to new ones. He wanted it seamless as possible if she was wanting him too. If she wanted to make love. If she didn’t, he would gladly just relax with her and be happy that they could finally move forward with their shit. Thank god. 

‘Hey, just a time check. Are you coming soon?’ He texted her, hoping she wasn’t in the middle of deep conversation with him. He was antsy and wanted her home with him. Wanted to have her strip down and change into maybe one of his shirts. He wanted to feel a bit of ownership.

Once Y/N was positive that Timmy was okay, she felt good. Much better about everything. “Hey. I love you.” She smiled and gave him a hug, “you’re gonna be okay. Promise.” She told him and then looked down at her phone. Harry. He was so cute her heart could burst. He was checking up on her and making sure she was okay. Her sweet angel. “I gotta go though, yeah? I’ll see you at school.” She said and gave him a sweet smile, “if you need anything just shoot me a text.” Y/N cooed and made her way over to her bike. 

‘On my way back now 💓’

And she was off. 

It was while she was riding back to Harry’s that she realized what he had told her earlier. How he said he wanted to  if she wanted to. The idea of it made her mind stomach erupt into a fit of butterflies. She was single now. Single and ready to be Harry’s whenever she decided to tell him how she felt. If he wanted her. 

Harry had told her to let herself in. He had been cooking for them. Just quesadillas and some rice but he knew she needed some food in her. He felt a hand run over his back and smiled to himself as he felt her sneak under his arm. 

“Hi.” He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. It was immediately a lot better. He felt like a weight was off his shoulders. She was here and single and he could do whatever he wanted to her. Perhaps it was reckless because he didn’t know how she truly felt but he would take anything at this point. He had a feeling she wasn’t going to want to fully discuss what had just happened so instead, he handed her a plate he had already made before taking his food off of the pan and sliding it on the plate for himself. “Where do you want to eat?”

“Can we eat on the roof? I wanna watch the sunset.” Y/N thought it would be really romantic and nice and if they were going to do stuff then well... she wanted to get them into the romantic mood. Of course with them it always took just one word and suddenly the two of them couldn’t get their hands off of each other. Since hanging out with Harry, she had become a lot more vocal in bed or a lot more okay with being vocal in bed. She still got shy asking about stuff from time to time, but he was pretty good at encouraging her. They had pretty much done all the basics except for actually vaginal penetration and well... she had yet to give him a blow job. 

“I know you’re wondering.” Y/N spoke, deciding to let him know. “Timmy and I are good... he apologized, asked that we don’t tell anyone about it. Our story for breaking up is that we grew apart and out of love. He was really scared... but I’m glad that things worked out.”

“Good. Hope he knows M’not gonna out him to anyone or anything but you.” He wasn’t that type. “I know I’ve been open about not giving a shit what gender I would used to fuck around with but I know not everyone is lucky enough to have that mindset or be open about it.” Pussy had always been a favorite though. While he did fuck guys, he was more into women. “I’m glad that you’re better though. Have more clarity. Feel better about it.” He did feel a lot better about it now. Knowing she was going to be single now. He could try and say how he felt without saying it. “Also.. my mum comes home this week. If you wanted to stay over on the weekend again— she’s cool, she’ll like you. My parents don’t get weird about like, sex or alcohol. They always said if they didn’t let us experiment that we would find unsafe ways to do it. Granted... I’ve never had someone over to do anything, but you’re different. She’ll love to have you over.”

Y/N always knew about how he didn’t mind who he had sex with, it didn’t really bother her either because it was none of her business anyway as long as he stayed loyal to her. Fuck— she hated that in her mind he was already hers, felt like her breaking things off with Timmy meant they were together but things didn’t work like that. 

“You want me to meet you mom?” She was shocked because she knew his family meant a whole lot to him. They didn’t seem to be home a lot but when they were it was likely a big deal. He was already inviting her back over to meet his mom? “I’d love to.” Y/N smiled softly, “I um... I gotta give my mom an excuse though.” Maybe if Y/N explained the situation to her mom she’d let her go. Her mom would likely be skeptical of Harry but if she knew just how smart he and how nice his family was she definitely wouldn’t have a problem with it.

“You can come up with something.” He shrugged. She always did. Y/N was at his house during the weekends but didn’t always sleep over. It would be fun if she could stay the whole weekend. 

“My dad isn’t gonna be home yet but honestly... probably better. He’s full of jokes.” He laughed. “I don’t want you to be overwhelmed. I just think if we’re gonna hang out more, it’ll be cool for you to know my family.” See if they got along. Granted, it didn’t matter but he knew Y/N would get along with his sister and mum. No doubt. “They’re in and out. My mom goes on book tours. Dad is home more but since we’re older and don’t need to be home as much, he either goes with my mum or works more. It’s kinda cool. He was around a lot when we were kids.” He had a good family.

Y/N felt her heart flutter, it made her happy to know he wanted her around. If she was special enough for her to meet the family, that meant something right? “That’s really nice... They seem really cool, I’d love to meet them.” She said honestly as she finished up her meal. “Thank you for dinner, it was very good... I didn’t know you could cook.” 

She was beginning to realize there was a lot that she didn’t know about Harry, but there were lots that she did know and loved. She could see the two of them going really far together, felt like the two of them really clicked and got each other. From day one they just seemed to get each other. He was great. She wanted him to know that, wanted him to understand how thankful she had been for the past month that they’d spent together. Harry had taught her so much about herself and what she wanted and showed her what it felt like to be truly adored and cared for. She decided that she would give herself to him tonight. She was already his anyway.

“C’mon. Let’s watch something else. Getting cold out here.” Harry wouldn’t be able to see many stars since it was getting cloudy out and he was more concerned with getting her in his bed and kissing on her for a while. They brought their plates inside and Harry left her in the bed as he went down to put the dishes away. He came back up to see her laying upside down, a smile rising to his face. “Alright, silly bunny. If you’re staying here, gotta be comfy, hm?” He walked to his drawer and grabbed a tee shirt of his. “You want boxers with this? Sweats?”

Y/N smiled and rolled over so she could sit up properly, looking at him with a raised brow. “Do I need them?” She asked with a raised brow, deciding that she’d be just fine in a T—shirt and panties. She decided to change in front of him, seeing as it wasn’t really much. Y/N took off her jeans and slipped off her sweater, pulling on his shirt and took her bra off from under it. She folded her clothes and put them off to the side as usual, climbing up into bed. Y/N could see the look on his face but she wasn’t sure why he was so surprised. It was then that she remembered that when they first met she would never do something like that. Now though? She was entirely comfortable around him, she could be naked all she wanted with him. He made her feel beautiful. “What?” She giggled, sitting up and crossing her legs, smiling as muffin came to get her pets and cuddled from Y/N. “Hi sweet girl.” Y/N cooed, scratching behind the kitties ears. It was here that Y/N felt most comfortable and most at home. With Harry.

It was odd. That he felt so comfortable with her. That this was normal and cool and comfortable and he was happy to see her on his bed. 

“Nothing. I just like seeing you in my stuff.” Harry never had wanted anyone in his bed or his clothes and looked so comfortable. When he got into the bed, muffin ran off, looking annoyed Harry had interrupted her cuddles. He was quick with grabbing Y/N’s waist and hauling her to sit on his lap as he sat against the headboard, pulling her against him. “Mm. Hi.” He murmured. His kisses started at her cheeks and moved down her jaw, her neck. He bit down gently, knowing he couldn’t mark her just yet.  Not visibly anyways. “You look really good, wearing my stuff.” He muttered, hands not shy about going underneath the shirt and holding her hips. He had taken his shirt off before getting into bed. He usually always kept something on, even if it was a tank top. But there he was in sweats and nothing else and Y/N felt her heart in her throat it was beating so heavy. Y/N squeaked a bit, placing her hands on his bare chest and hummed. 

“You look really good... not wearing a shirt.” She mumbled out shyly, relaxing into his kisses and touches. Her heart was so full, she couldn’t believe it. Here with him, alone with no worries at all. It was then against the world. They were untouchable together. Y/N let her hand tug at the roots of his hair, making him look at her properly again. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how she felt so bad, she didn’t want him to think that she just wanted him for sexual favors, she loved hanging out with him too. Y/N wanted to show him, wanted him to understand. 

“Wanna make you feel good..”

Harry hadn’t let her touch him at all, in the sense of pleasing him. Sure, he had cum all over her but he hadn’t had her mouth on him. It had felt too intimate oddly enough. He was worried that no one else would compare if she never broke up with him. Now? All bets were off. 

“Yeah... okay.” He murmured. “We can try that.” All other times had been no. “Just...” he was surprised at how eager she was to get in between his thighs, looking eagerly up at him as her hand rested on his waistband. Had she truly been this deprived? “Okay— okay, bunny.” He smiled. “Go ahead. Do you want me to tell you want to do or do you just wanna... explore.”

Y/N hadn’t expected him to agree so easily, of course she was eager to get his pants off and do as she pleased. She’d never done it before but she knew the basics. No teeth, take as much as you can, the tip is most sensitive. Y/N looked up at him with a bright smile, finding a place between his thighs. 

“Wanna find out for myself...” She spoke with a blush, “want to see what makes you feel the best.” Y/N explained, hands moving to pull his pants down. She was met with his cock which was rather big even soft, but she could tell that he was getting hard just watching everything unfold. She had remembered how he said he liked a mess, so she gathered as much spit as she could and let it drip down onto his cock. Y/N kept eye contact with him, moving her hand to wrap around him gently, adding a little pressure when she got a positive reaction.

Harry could die happy. Already. His breathing got heavy as he looked down at her, spitting thickly on his cock and stroking him slowly, watching his face. 

“Yeah... I like that.” He whispered as she got him messy. Spreading her spit on him, she looked lusty and excited to finally be touching him. He thinks perhaps this is the claiming rights. That she knew in her head that it was her cock now. Hers to lick and suck and ride whenever the fuck she wanted. Because there was no way he could say no to her now. “That’s good.” He felt himself get harder. It wasn’t difficult. Y/N got him aroused so easily. So perfectly too. She was a wet dream. “I’ve thought about this so many times.”

Y/N was happy to hear him react to her actions. He was always vocal in bed and she loved that, especially when he was stroking her ego. She let more spit travel down his cock until she felt him get hard in her hand, being bold enough to lick from the base to the tip. His moan was music to her ears. 

“I love it when you make noise for me...” Y/N hummed, going back in with her tongue all innocently moving up and down his cock just seeing what he liked best. It wasn’t until she started focusing on that little spot right on his tip that she realized the power she held. She remembered the first time he pleasured her, how he was relentless and continued on doing exactly what made her twitch the most. So she did the same, sucking and licking at his cock, taking as much as she could at a time.

“Fuuuck me. That’s it, Y/N. Good girl.” Harry hissed. His hand was on her head, gently caressing her hair and watching her tongue lick over the spot and suck when she felt like it.

“Nothing is prettier than that mouth stretched around my cock. Hm— not until I get inside your cunt and make you feel it. But you’re doing so well. Driving me mad.” He muttered, helping her move her head down a bit lower when she felt like it. He gently fisted her hair, not pushing too hard but having a steady grip of it. He liked that bit of power he had even if he wasn’t using it yet. He loved having this type of power. She was suckling at the tip of his cock, tongue rubbing against the most sensitive spot. “You gonna let me inside of you today? Or not yet, baby?”

Y/N was very much enjoying sucking on his cock. It was satisfying getting a reaction out of him and his praises made her feel even more special. She was getting the hang of it too, felt like if she did this more often she’d be a pro, but she was just taking it easy and seeing where it went. 

Her mouth popped off of him when he asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

“You wanna?” She asked, feeling herself get all blushy. “I—I know you said it earlier but..” Y/N sat up properly but let her hand continue working over his cock. Of course Y/N wanted to let him inside. God, she’d been begging him to fuck her for weeks now and he was finally giving her what she wanted. It was her virginity, but she still felt special when he said he would be her first. She knew he would be gentle and would make it really romantic for her.

“I’ve wanted to for weeks. I wanted to fuck you the first day. But I had to wait and now... I can.” Harry wanted her pussy so badly. Of course he had fucked before but this was different. There was emotion and heat and everything in it. He knew that she would love it. “It’s up to you if we do or not, darling. I’m happy with your mouth on my cock. Can lick out your little holes too, if that’s what you’d like to do instead.” He offered. Y/N deserved that. The choice was hers. “I just want to be buried in you. S’gonna be so good. And then... I can take you everywhere. In my car, at the skate park behind the tree... I want to have you so many places. Mark them like that.” He purred. Maybe she would be adventurous with him.

“I—I want to.” Y/N nearly choked out from excitement, “I want it so bad.” Y/N knew that he’d take really good care of her like he always did. He’d make sure she was comfortable and make sure she felt beautiful and cared for and special and just all of those good things he always did. She understood that when having sexual for the first time you bond with that person in a way, grow attached. Y/N wouldn’t mind growing attached to  Harry because she already has. She felt like when he was finally inside of her, she could really show him how she felt about him, feel as close as humanly possible to him and feel entirely wrapped up in him. It was that level of intimacy... she wanted it so bad. She moved up so she was on top of him, straddling his lap with her clothes cunt pressed against his cock. “Want you to take me..” Make me yours. She wanted to add, but she hoped her eyes could communicate that for her.

“I will. Let’s get you prepped, hm?” Harry gently rolled them over so he was on top. He moved down her body, kissing over the clothes and stopping at her panties. Placing a kiss right over the mound, he pulled the panties down her legs to reveal her cunt. “Always wet for me.” He felt pride in that. Especially because she was always soaked and he barely had to do anything to get her that way. Granted, it was the same for him. “Good girl. I love this cunt.” He rubbed his cock against it as he moved back up her body. He had grabbed a condom and gently ripped it open, sliding it onto his length. One day he would do it without the covering but he wasn’t sure if she was on the pill or not. Didn’t want to ask. “S’gonna feel odd. Hurt a little, maybe but it’ll stop once I’m all the way in. It’s normal. Once I get going it’ll feel a lot better. I promise, I’ll make it good. I’ll make you cum.”

Y/N looked up at him and nodded, watching as he rolled the condom on. He was now properly naked and she still had her shirt on. He had yet to see her tits bare... they’d always done stuff with clothes somewhat still on. So she sat up and pulled her shirt off, she wanted to be skin to skin. 

“Okay..” She laid back down and got comfortable, cupping his cheek as she looked up at him. Y/N didn’t think she would want to be doing this with anyone else, it was all so real. All the weeks that they’d spent together, every sexual act they did lead up to this. She gasped a little when he pushed in, squeezing her eyes shut a bit at the discomfort but it passed after a few seconds. Y/N softened, trying her best to relax. It was... an interesting feeling to say the least. He was slowly filling her up, touching places she’d never touched before herself. “H—harry..” She whimpered, arms hooking under his shoulders.

“I know baby. I know. S’a lot.” Harry knew it would be overwhelming. Especially because he was so big. She was quite tiny in the pussy and he knew that it would be uncomfortable at first. “Just hold on to me.” Pressing kisses to any spot he could reach, he was trying to soothe any discomfort as he finally sunk all the way in. A deep groan of pleasure left him as he finally did fill her up. She was clenching like crazy and it felt ungodly good, but he needed her to relax. “Just relax around me, baby. Know s’hurting a little bit, focus on how good it feels. You’re full of me, yeah? Feels good to be full.” He knew that would be a different way of looking at it for her. He hoped that this was going to be as good for her as it would be for him. “There you go, bunny. Relax yourself. Feels better.” He moved slightly and she whimpered again. “Want me to move a little? Get you used to it?

Y/N was taking slow deep breaths, trying her best to relax herself around him. She let out a happy whine at his kisses, loving how warmth sprouted wherever he placed them. She felt more at ease with them.

“‘m so full..” She breathed, “feel you in my belly, daddy.” She always thought people were joking when they said that it changed you chemically, but Y/N was definitely much more soft and floaty, more willing to listen to him. “Feels good.” She told him, letting out a little ‘Mhm’ when he asked if she wanted him to move. 

“Oh—”

He hit a spot. She wasn’t sure what it was because she’d never felt anything like that before, but it felt so incredibly good. The more he moved the more she began getting used to the feeling of him stretching her out. There was something so erotic about the little noises she was letting out. So repetitive, every time he was hitting that spot deep inside of her. ‘Oh’ and ‘uh’ and ‘daddy’ with the whimpers, shaking slightly in his hold. 

“That’s it. You’re taking it so well. Said you can feel me in your precious little tummy?” Harry hummed, hips gliding in deeper so she could feel the full effect of it. It was beautiful. He couldn’t get over it. She was giving him every little bit of her body. He was kissing on her and whispering sweet and dirty things. “Best pussy, baby. Feels so good. So right and wet... love filling you up. Gonna feel me for days.”

Y/N was overwhelmed with feelings. They seemed to keep flooding in the more she thought about how Harry was making love to her. With slow, long, accurate thrusts he was gently coaxing it out of her. The part of her that is human and was born to do this. 

“Can go faster...” She breathed, wanting him to speed up a bit now that she had properly gotten used to the feeling of him inside of her. He was so good to her, so patient with her, and knew exactly what she needed in any given moment. They’d bonded so much and this was just solidifying it. They were very much going to be a part of each other’s lives. Y/N was a moaning mess once he got a rhythm going, writhing in pleasure beneath him. “It’s so— oh daddy!” She whined, clenching around him when he hit a particularly good spot. “You’re—” She wasn’t one to talk dirty, but she wanted to. She wanted to learn and be dirty for him.

Getting Y/N to babble dirty things was a highlight for sure. Harry was going faster now, harder. She was warmed up and ready to take more. He was fucking into her eagerly, whispering filth to her. 

“That’s what I like. Precious little cunt clenching around me like that. You’re so hot around me too. It’s meant to be fucked by my cock, fits me perfectly inside of you.” He whispered, thriving off her whimpers and her nails digging into his back. “Are you going to let me fuck this pussy when I want it?” He muttered. Dirty talk but also a slight claim of ownership. “Let me bend you over or spread your legs open for me to slide in again? Cause... you’re a horny little girl. Been so needy for me and now m’obsessed with you and your pussy.”

Y/N was obsessed. She loved the feeling of having him inside her and knew she would crave it whenever she could get it now that she had it. She was thankful that Harry had made her wait, it felt so much better having him now than it would have ever before. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. She came with a loud scream of his name, squirming and writhing beneath him. Y/N swore she was in love with him, or would be shortly. Maybe he was right about the bonding thing, because now she couldn’t think about doing this with anyone else... Ever. He satisfied her every need.  All she could manage to do in her post orgasmic state was kiss all over his face, whimpering as he moved his hips every so often. She couldn’t believe it had finally happened and that he was actually able to make her cum on her first time. He was amazing. 

Harry had known that their first time would be amazing but this was a whole other level. He was in awe of just how incredible it felt to be inside of her. The other sex he had had couldnt compare to that. Emotion in sex had been the key. It unlocked so many emotions and needs he hadn’t realized he had and he was gone for her. Y/N was his. Completely his. When they’d both calmed, he took care of her. Cleaning her up and picking up his shirt from the side to let her slide on. Giving her a water bottle from his mini fridge. It soothes him, taking care of her like that. 

“S’the first time I’ve had sex in my room.” He admitted to her, pulling her close. “The only person I want to touch is you. So... you’re the only one.” He kissed her forehead. Y/N was ultra sensitive, he could see that her body was still shaky and she would be sore tomorrow. “Gonna run you a bath in the morning because you’ll be sore. I didn’t go as gentle as I should have. It felt too good.”

Y/N felt nice and floaty, every touch was welcome. She was like a little kitten, purring as he cleaned her up and gave her his shirt to wear. It felt so nice, to be completely wrapped up in his scent. She felt so safe, so warm and cared for. 

“You’re the only one for me too..” Y/N murmured against his chest, nuzzling close to him. Of course he was the only one, she was just loopy. “A bath?” She hummed, “that's very nice, Harry, you’re so nice.” Y/N noses at his skin, sponging gentle kisses to his chest without moving her head all that much. “It’s okay... I felt really good.” She giggled, curling her leg around his. “You’re my best friend, you know that? I really care about you...” Y/N told him, getting all sentimental. Timmy has been her best friend for years but Harry... Harry had been there for her through all of this. Was so supportive and waited for her, even when she was being stupid. She felt like she loved him.

Harry really liked her but he didn’t know how to word it right. How to tell her that he felt attached to her and hated that she ever left him at all. For food or to sleep. He was selfish with her. 

“My best friend too.” He promised. It felt more than that though. It felt like kisses and sex and honey and all the good things. Intense emotion that was foreign to his heart. At first he had genuinely thought it was heartburn but it was the overwhelming amount of affection he had for her. He felt like he could burst. It was incredible. He wanted her to be with him. He couldn’t verbalize that properly so, he was quiet and kissed on her gently. “Care about you so much. More than anyone.” That was the best he could do for now. “Can do that all the time, if you want.” He knew sex with her would be mind blowing always.

“All the time?” Y/N questioned softly, he would have to be careful with that offer. He knew better than anyone that she was  constantly horny, but Harry never said no so maybe he had met his match. Y/N felt properly relaxed now, feeling herself gently fall into a sleepy state. She knew now that they both cared about each other a whole lot, realized that the two of them were essentially exclusive, but putting a label on things now seemed too out of place. Y/N really wouldn’t mind, though everyone at school would be thinking Y/N left Timmy if she just started kissing all up on Harry at school. They needed to wait a bit and figure things out. “Good night, Harry..” Y/N hummed, knowing she’d be asleep at any minute especially with the sound of his steady heart beat lulling her to sleep. It always felt so comfortable with Harry, felt like she belonged whenever she was with him. Was this what it was supposed to feel like?

Harry stayed up for a bit thinking. Realistically, he knew he couldn’t just kiss on her at school. They’d have to sneak around for a bit. He didn’t mind if people talked shit about him but Y/N has a gentle heart and it would hurt her to be talked about like that. He didn’t want her to be hurting at all. He stroked her hair as she slept on his chest. It felt like much more of a big deal now. It wasn’t just child’s play. This was a real adult emotion and Y/N was victim to his affection. Not that it seemed like she minded but, still. It was a lot and he knew that.

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A/N: FIN. 

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light of my life, fire of my loins. be a good baby, do what i want.

summary: requested: Andy Barber gives me such strong sugar daddy vibes I haven’t watched the show but he just looks like the kinda guy who would spoil the shit outta someone

warnings: smut everywhere. and you know, sugar daddy shit, so. also, doesn’t make a lot of sense. I have a lot more that I actually wrote, I just wasn’t sure where I was going with this. so...prompt sugar andy daddy if you want more???

word count: around 10,400

pairing: andy barber  x reader

a/n: anon! I want you to know that I started working on this as soon as you requested it! I just wanted to make sure I really got sugar daddy andy down and that it wasn’t steve rogers that I was writing. I am so sorry bc you definitely deserved this a very long time ago! if there are any typos, I apologize, I just needed to get this posted before work.

When you met Andy, you had been juggling three jobs, gaining more debt than you would probably ever be able to pull off even with a degree, fairly sucky grades caused by how much you worked, resulting in stress, anxiety, all that great shit that comes along with being someone in America that dares to want to pursue higher education.

After a few months dating Andy, you had one job that you only kept for autonomy reasons, shrinking debt, excellent grades, and truly, no stress at all. Instead of spending a night waiting tables at the restaurant near the campus, where disgusting men would flirt with you because you were on the clock and literally could not leave, you were in a tiny ass dress, covered in diamonds, drinking champagne, and trying not to be too obvious about the cum dripping down your thighs.

Obscene was often a word that you played with in your mind whenever you were with Andy. Your outfits were indecent because he loved seeing as much of your skin as he possibly could. Your behavior was shameless, you showed up, you laughed, you hung onto him the entire night with the smuggest of smiles. Your willingness, especially in public, was vulgar, the way you let him touch you in front of everyone. Salacious. Indecorous. Immoral. Debauched.

These parties that he took you to were only half of it. According to his son, Jacob, Andy hadn’t been one for socializing before the divorce. He claimed that this was something new his father picked up, something that he theorized was the consequence of loneliness. You figured that you also fell under that category. These people weren’t actually his friends and you weren’t actually his girlfriend.

Andy wanted a distraction and you were just fucked up and high-maintenance enough to be perfect for the job. Getting into the swing of things had been quite the task at the start, much to your surprise. Who didn’t want a gorgeous man to spoil them? Apparently you, if your earlier behavior was any indication.

You had started this with wanting to be as professional as possible. When you had pictured how this would look, it was you listening to him speak whenever he wanted, you would respond when prompted but it would be short, succinct, and your main concern would be maintaining your physical attractiveness. You tried to think of him as your employer, you were his employee, and that meant that there needed to be respect and boundaries. You pictured a lot of pretending. Pretending to laugh, pretending to care, pretending to enjoy his company, pretending to come.

You had also thought you were going to smart. This wasn’t some stupid Lifetime movie and you had dreams and goals and if you played your cards right, this man could put you on a sure path to reaching all you had ever hoped to accomplish. At least, that was what you were telling yourself when you’d had the mental quandary: were you a prostitute?

Thankfully, both phases of resistance had been dropped—possibly around the first time he went down on you. You were no expert, but “professional” probably barred him from fucking you in about 90% of his chosen locations. And whether you were a “prostitute”, an “escort”, a “hooker”, or whatever other demeaning word anyone could come up with, was another unimportant matter. Anyone could call you anything, at the end of the day, you had money.

It was supposed to be clean, a black and white exchange where you showed up and he paid you. At any point, you could step on the brakes, he could step on the brakes—something you had once found relief in, but was now a source of insecurity, not that you would ever tell him that. He didn’t need to know about your life, what you wanted to do after school, who your friends were, your shaky relationship with your parents, the reasons why someone like you wanted to enter this relationship.

But he asked about those things because rules seemed to either not exist to him, or they just weren’t meaningful. And you hadn’t felt pressured to answer or anything, if that was the case, you would have just lied. The fact of the matter was that eventually you told him these things because you didn’t mind him knowing about your life.

He was not supposed to be kind or smart or interesting. He was not supposed to be a good guy. Clearly, he didn’t get the memo. There should be an official organization that lets men know you can’t just be perfect and spoil someone if you look anything like Andrew Barber.

It was the middle of April in Massachusetts and that meant it was still just a little too chilly for the slinky slip Andy had picked out for you, but that was what all the champagne was for. You were buzzing and it wasn’t just that you were getting drunk. Summer was approaching and he often spoke about all of the things he wanted to do with you now that you had more free time and he gave you these looks and you could just get lost in his eyes and plans even though you knew better.

You had been doing this long enough that people had finally stopped staring. The first few times Andy brought you, they were blatant and downright rude, but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. Despite the disproportionate wealth shared amongst this group, it wasn’t too often that someone brought along a much younger woman that they were undoubtedly paying. Most of these men were married and either brought their wives along or tales of their affairs.

The rich people here treated this like an elite group, so when people like you were around, not everyone was welcoming. The other few women that had similar situations to yours were kind enough and tried to get to know you better—shared experiences create great friendships, right? Andy didn’t think so, he discouraged any type of communication and claimed that it was because they didn’t tend to stick around long. You theorized he just didn’t want you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

The woman across from Andy, Francesca, had been around for as long as you could remember. She had long, dark brown hair, flawless eyebrows, a great jawline, and an even greater ass. She was a few years older than him and several older than you.

You often pondered just how much more interesting than you she was. See, she had never hidden that she was attracted to him, but Andy seemed oblivious. You couldn’t tell if he actually was or was just pretending not to notice. You told yourself it was deeper than just the age, that there was another, much different reason that he wasn’t interested in her.

But, of course, you couldn’t ask. You couldn’t talk to him about other women because that was teetering on the edge of possessiveness and jealousy. Those were two of the few luxuries that you would be denied. Romance would not be found here, just a lot of mutual lust and understanding.

She laughed at something he said, pulling you back into the moment. As you sipped on your champagne, you returned to your favorite activity at these parties: people watching. You were starting to pick up on some of the drama and whatever blanks were left at the end of the nights, Andy usually filled them for you.

There were certain types of men that always bred the most scandalous scenarios. Those are the same few men that had only just recently stopped trying to buy you away from Andy by offering you more money than he was paying you. Yes, technically, that was what you were here for, but Andy was not like these men.

For starters, most everyone in attendance was a lawyer. They followed the model of: the worse the job was, the better the pay. Unlike them, Andy didn’t represent sleazy, rich rapists or murderers. That was just the start of the differences. He didn’t get so drunk that he caused a scene at these parties, he didn’t touch drugs, and he wasn’t going through some tragic midlife crisis that he was trying to placate with cars or women.

When you looked back at the pair, Andy was texting and Francesca was eyeing your hand around the glass were sipping from. She was looking at your rings—oh, your rings. You loved your rings.

Originally, you’d thought you weren’t going to ask for or accept anything stupid. You just needed your bills paid, your rent, your car. You wanted to be able to eat more than once a day. Andy quickly realized that you wouldn’t ask, if he wanted you to have something, he was just going to have to give it to you.

(On your very first date, he’d given you a diamond bracelet. You had been stunned, maybe even a little uncomfortable. It was hard to accept such expensive items from strangers. However, you did like it and wore it almost every day even though it made no sense with most of your outfits. You’d simply grown fond of it because it had come from him.)

(On the fourth date, he gave you a three-strand diamond necklace that strongly resembled a collar. You adored it, not the way you adored your rings, but it still gave you butterflies whenever he would clasp it around your neck and then kiss the skin directly under it. These were things that he’d called gifts, but you recognized them for what they actually were, signs of ownership.)

The first ring had been a reward. You’d made it through midterms, so he took you to the jewelry shop that’s on the way back to your apartment from his house. After three hours and a lot of wine—you’d needed to be drunk the first few times you knew he was spending money on you—you left with the tiara ring for your pinky finger. It was a loud piece of intricate curls on top of and underneath a row of tiny hearts. This ring was the most special, the first, you rarely ever took it off—only for school.

The second had been an apology. He’d convinced you to spend the night at his house even though he knew you really didn’t want to. He had kissed your neck and your face and had two of his fingers inside you, he had whispered all the things he still wanted to do to you that night. Around two in the morning, you’d gone to get water from the kitchen. You were in a pair of panties and one of Andy’s shirts that you didn’t bother to button up. That was how you were dressed when you met his son for the first time. Two days later, you had the butterfly ring in its spot at the base of your index finger. It was gaudy and expensive but did little to quell your anger and humiliation. You loved it, nonetheless.

The third had been an anniversary present. This relationship had reached its 100-day mark, he took you to his favorite restaurant, the same one he had taken you to for your first date. Which wasn’t romantic at all, there were a lot of terms being discussed. This time had been much different. He asked you for your hand and slipped the ring onto your third finger without a word, he merely eyed the only empty finger with the unstated promise that that finger would soon have one as well. It was this huge oval cut diamond that covered the width of your finger, atop two bands of smaller but still fairly large identically cut diamonds.

A little less than three weeks after that, it had been…well, you still weren’t quite sure what the fourth ring was. It wasn’t often that Andy didn’t drive you. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you had only one class so he would drop you off and pick you up during his lunch break so you could get coffee together. On Wednesdays and Fridays, you had more than one class so he would drop you off and he would pick you up when he got off work.

One Wednesday morning, your first class had been canceled so you ended up driving yourself. Andy took Wednesdays and Fridays as his early days off because he didn’t want you waiting in the library too long after your final class let out, so those had become the simple nights when he would come over to your apartment even though he really didn’t like it there—you figured he was struggling with the urge to buy you a much bigger apartment, one that would probably coincidentally be closer to his house as well.

You had made the plan to cook dinner that night so before heading home, you drove to the grocery store… Fortunately, no one was hurt. Unfortunately, at your place just in front of the stoplight, a car in the turn lane drove right into your car. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal considering your life of absolute privilege and you just wanted to get the whole thing over with.

Andy wasn’t quite as level-headed. The other driver was a middle-aged man so Andy felt no reluctance in throwing a fit. You had been torn between being humiliated that he was fussing so much over you, flattered that he cared, angry that he was treating you like you were a fragile vase, or maybe just a little turned on because he was so angry.

That night, instead of your place, he took you to his house and spoiled the hell out of you. He undressed you and kissed you everywhere, he bundled you up in one of his sweaters and a throw blanket, sat you down on the bed, and made you hot chocolate. You were not allowed to lift a single finger. That was the first night you spent at his house, and since Jacob wasn’t there, Andy didn’t hesitate to fuck you for hours and make you scream as loudly as he wanted you to.

The next morning, when you woke up, the black velvet box was set on the pillow between you and him. He was propped up on the headboard with his laptop and the clock on his bedside table was saying that it was well past noon. Clearly, he decided to stay home from work and if there wasn’t jewelry in front of you, you would have given him a lecture.

It was a princess cut diamond—which he would later explain with ‘you are my princess’—with a double halo and a diamond-encrusted band. It was smaller than all the rest but somehow just went perfectly.

You weren’t bragging, at least not in a petty way. It was just that any time you noticed someone staring at your hand, you couldn’t help but try to draw more attention to it, or the other jewelry Andy showered you in.

You supposed that maybe that meant something, maybe during your little back and forth a few hours prior when he had accused you of being spoiled, he was onto something. Regardless, the only person who could be blamed for that was him.

You almost got lost in the diamonds on your hand when Andy reached out to you, pulling some hair over your shoulder. You looked up at him, he was smiling softly. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“Are you ready to go?”

He really didn’t like these parties; he was always the one that wanted to leave and would slyly place the blame on you. You were tired, you weren’t feeling well, you had a tough week and you just wanted to go home. You never minded because it wasn’t as if you got anything out of these parties either, and if that was the easiest way to pull him out of there, so be it. It was Sunday anyway, he had to work tomorrow and you had to go over your weekly schedule with him before the night was over.

“Sure.”

It started as a quiet drive, just like it always did, but then he placed his hand on your thigh. You glanced at him, arching an eyebrow. He simply smirked and kept his gaze on the road. You opened your legs wide, guiding two of his fingers inside you. “Can you feel your cum in me?”

“Not enough.”

“You’re the one that made me stand for almost an hour.”

“I’ll fill you up again before you go to class tomorrow.”

You snorted. “Lucky me.”

He shot you a look. “Oh, you don’t like it?”

“Never said that.”

“Well, if you don’t, I don’t need to—”

“I was kidding,” you whined.

He gave you a look, pretending he was unconvinced. “You’ve had an attitude all night.”

“You spanked me,” you reminded. The memory, the sore feeling on your ass whenever you sat down, had kept you wet all night. “Hard.”

“You talked back.”

You had because you wanted him to spank you. The first time he had, it was quite the discovery. It was after a drink, after you were feeling a little daring. He told you no, and you really hated when he did that. You couldn’t even remember what you had said, but it was bad, it was enough to get your skirt torn down, you bent over his knee, and well, the rest was a blissful blur.

This time it was because he was in a mood. You were getting dressed and he was watching you and that always meant something. You weren’t sure what exactly, but there were a few things you picked up on with Andy. When he wanted to be in control, he didn’t necessarily just want you to submit completely. When he gave you a look, you knew that he wanted you to fight just a bit. So, he told you to wear a specific dress and you refused initially. Cue the spanking. After your whole body felt hot and flushed and your legs were shaking and your cunt was dripping, you obliged, and he was so damn smug about it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, because my fingers are inside you and you want me to make you come.”

“Well…yes.”

He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile. You loved the sound of it. Andy so rarely laughed but you took it to mean that he felt comfortable enough around you. “If you can be patient, I’ll fuck you when we get home.”

Home. His home. Whatever. “And if I can’t?”

“Then you’re going to have to wait until the morning and I might not feel like letting you come. Deal?”

You nodded. “Deal.”

But he didn’t play fair. He drove slower than usual, fingers still buried inside you, and he moved them. A lot. He tried to cover it with stupid things, like driving over a pothole or making a sharp turn. If you moved your hips once, just barely, you lost. So, you sat there, completely still, gripping the seat like it was a lifeline.

Upstairs, you waited for him to make the rounds. Jacob wasn’t there, thankfully, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been there earlier. Andy went around every door and window and made sure they were locked.

In that time, you got undressed and waited for him. You had a couple of red marks across your ass that you could see in the mirror on the opposite end of the bedroom. He always liked seeing your skin marked up in some way if he was the reason.

When he entered the room, you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “Stand up.”

You quickly did so, turning your back to him so he could see your ass. His palms lightly felt along the marked skin there. “It doesn’t hurt.”

He rarely asked, but you found that he fucked you better when he knew for sure. You just started letting him know and it seemed he trusted you enough to voice any boundaries you had if he ever crossed them.

One hand slowly trailed up your spine and slid across to your shoulder. He pressed you down quickly and you caught yourself on the mattress with both hands. You could hardly stay still as you heard his belt and zipper.

He easily pushed into you, body flush against yours. He let you adjust around him, staying perfectly still as he leaned over you and kissed your back, neck, and shoulders. Andy didn’t move until you angled your hips and pressed back a little more, whimpering nonsense.

This was so unlike the two times earlier. In the closet, after he spanked you, he sat you on top of his lap and made you ride him. At the party, in the bathroom, he stood you in front of the mirror and gently fucked you until he had filled you with his cum. This was fast, rough, and maybe a little detached if you really thought about it.

Andy took your waist in both hands and held you in place as he pounded into you relentlessly. Slapping skin, your soaking wet pussy, the bed banging against the wall on his particularly hard thrusts, these had become noises you were more than used to, noises you had grown to crave. Being with Andy was never supposed to be like this, but you didn’t have a single complaint.

You buried your face in the blankets, hands clutching tight at the sheets around you as your muffled screams filled the room. You knew he was close when his hands began to wander. One carded through your hair and pressed you down more, the other moved under you to reach your clit.

“You were such a good girl in the car.”

Your response was unintelligible, but yes. You had been more than just good. You had waited for him even though he was being a tease, and now, you wanted what he owed you. Which he didn’t deny you, not for a second.

He made you come. Once. Twice. Maybe three times. But after that, it was all just nonsense, satisfying, endless nonsense. He was still holding you by the hair, but he’d turned your head so you could breathe, and he was still circling his fingers around your clit.

Your back arched, allowing him in deeper—one of the tells of your approaching orgasm. You felt your pussy tighten around his fingers and began begging him to let you come. Even in this hazy, fucked-out state, you wanted to please him, you wanted his praise and approval.

He gave you permission like he always did and fully intended to fuck you through it. He only paused because he felt you spilling down his thighs, felt the wet sheets against his skin, heard light drops on the hardwood floor. Fuck.

He pulled you against him immediately, your sweat-slicked back to his chest. One arm draped across your chest, the opposite hand wrapped around your neck. You were watching him, eyes clear with curiosity. “You just squirted, princess.”

You blinked and attempted to voice your confusion. Problem was, his hips were still moving. You had no time to recover and there was no chance your brain had at making sense of anything in that moment.

“It was fucking hot and you’re going to do it again.”

Needless to say, you skipped classes the next day.

Andy liked to celebrate the monthly anniversaries.

He was big on creating traditions, you assumed that was just that part of him that had been hardwired to crave a normal family. He hadn’t told you much about his life and you didn’t want to pry—his dad wasn’t around and his mom had been but she died when he was pretty young. He shared this only after he asked about your parents.

The most personal he had ever gotten with you was one night when he had intended to take advantage of your drunk and thoroughly fucked state, obviously convinced that you wouldn’t remember the question in the morning. Do you believe in love?

It was weird given the setting and that you and Andy simply didn’t talk like that. It was dangerous because this could never be more than it was. You were both only allowed feelings of lust, maybe even obsession, but nothing of the usual sense. And Andy was so strict and controlled, you were surprised he would cross any sort of line.

You tried to play it off, tried to tell him that you had more important things to worry about. He didn’t like that response. He pressed because he was just like that, his career was all about pressing and sometimes, he brought it home. You ended up telling him that you viewed marriage as a waste of time. Your parents divorced, all your aunts and uncles, even the younger friends who got married out of high school were on the fast track to messy court dates and vicious custody battles. You also pointed out his situation. If someone as perfect as him couldn’t stay married, no one could.

It was then that he told you the happiest moments of his life were carving pumpkins or decorating the Christmas tree with Jacob. He had loved Valentine’s Day with Laurie, he was the one that had always insisted on doing something. He even looked forward to the smaller holidays, Independence Day, Memorial Day, any day that got Jacob out of school and him an extra day off so they could have a cookout in the backyard.

It wasn’t his intent, but it had sort of created a barrier between you two. You wished he still had his family even if that meant never meeting him. He was that kind of man, a good man, and you could tell that it weighed on him every day that he no longer had his perfect family.

He’d never pictured his life like this, a failed marriage, a child separated between his parents. He never would have entertained the idea of needing someone like you. He didn’t say that last part, but you knew. Sometimes, it was just in the way he looked at you. You feared he would grow to resent you one day, but you always tried to push that thought far away.

Regardless, the distance was there and he realized it even if he didn’t say it. There was also the matter that school had just let out meaning you had zero excuses for saying no to him when he proposed the trip to New York that would coincide with the 7-month mark of your relationship.

You’d never been and you’d always wanted to see Moulin Rouge on Broadway. He’d decided to drive to New York because you had once made the mistake of telling him you hated airports. It was a short road trip, one you weren’t entirely unwelcoming of. Especially not when he kept his hand on your thigh most of the time. It was late when you made it to the hotel and surprisingly, he had no issues with you diving straight into bed.

The morning was quite different. The hotel window had a perfect view of the city and he felt inclined to fuck you against it as soon as you both woke up. Then, he wanted to take you shopping. For nearly two entire days, he spoiled the hell out of you. Anywhere you wanted to go, he would take you. Anything you glanced at, he wanted to buy it for you.

On the night of the show, he finally took you to Victoria’s Secret. You’d seen pictures of it before, but you had not anticipated how beautiful it would look in person. You went crazy, you took him to the fitting room and tortured him on every single floor with both clothing and lingerie. Several hours had been devoted to teasing him and he let you know that after the show, you would regret your decisions.

Before you managed to get him back to the hotel so you could get ready, he needed to spend another awful amount of money on you. There was a jewelry shop just down the street from Victoria’s Secret and he couldn’t let you leave the state—as he claimed when he saw you frown—without at least one diamond.

You wanted nothing, but you knew the chances of him allowing that were nonexistent. So, you told yourself to keep it small, but one thing that had become a harsh reality since you met Andy: you were a sad, pathetic victim to larger, shinier diamonds. You immediately fell in love with a short string of sizable heart-shaped diamonds, the one larger heart dangling in the center is what had caught your eye.

Regardless of this terrible habit you had developed—this feeling that you craved, the pure joy that you got from people knowing that Andy was buying you diamonds—you tried to protest when he caught you staring. You just wanted a bracelet, really. He rarely ever gave you bracelets.

Instead, he sent you off to get coffee. You knew exactly why that was. He often got rid of you when he was about to make decisions that he knew would make you feel bad. You wanted to refuse, but what was better? Blissful ignorance or sitting there just watching him toss out the money for that necklace?

Learning what Andy liked at Starbucks had been a process. He didn’t like his coffee sweet so that eliminated 90% of the menu. His home coffee was some brand you’d never even heard of, the shops he went to were all nearly older than him. He liked cappuccinos with extra espresso, but he preferred the straightforward coffee he would get anywhere else, so he claimed. However, you knew he liked pumpkin spice lattes. You planned to prove it the day they released them for the year.

When he came out, the bag in his hand was much larger than one that would be used for just a necklace. He smiled at the horrified look you shot him and claimed that he was given a great deal for the entire set.

While you were getting ready for the show, you realized that this was the most normal you had felt with Andy in a while. There had been tension that neither of you wanted to address, but this trip was making you realize just how stupid that tension was. One day, this was going to end. It was impractical to think an arrangement like this was going to have a long shelf-life.

Shouldn’t you just enjoy it? Being here with him was fun. You liked the city and all the noise and bustle. You also liked being with him away from home and the lives you two had created long before you met one another. This was just you two, isolated together. Normally, you couldn’t ask that of him. He had his job and he was a father and you understood that completely, but you liked this.

During the show, Andy whispered to you several times. He couldn’t wait to be fucking you. He couldn’t wait to taste you. He couldn’t wait to hear you scream and cry and beg. He placed your hand over his lap just so you could feel how hard he was.

Back at the hotel, and maybe it was because of all that he had said, you didn’t want to tease. Almost immediately, you stripped completely naked—fuck all of that expensive lingerie, apparently.

He finally gave you your diamonds. He started with the necklace and you couldn’t even be upset. It fit you so well, you loved seeing it against your skin, you loved seeing how he looked at you while you were wearing it. Then, he gave you the matching bracelet. You had said you wanted a bracelet, right? You couldn’t complain. The earrings, you told yourself, were fine because you didn’t have a pair of diamond earrings yet.

You felt weighed down by these diamonds but not in a bad way. You felt tied to him, owned like you were one of his prized possessions. It was temporary, you reasoned, so was there any real harm in that? He watched you climb off the bed he had ordered you on mere minutes ago, arching an eyebrow as you lowered to your knees before him.

Andy rarely had the patience to let you go down on him, despite loving the feeling. Mostly, his main source of pleasure came from the things he could make you feel. He also couldn’t understand what you got out of letting him fuck your mouth. You weren’t much of a fan before Andy, you could admit since you had a total of zero pleasant experiences, but you felt that this was your only way of spoiling him.

It was nonnegotiable tonight, you would throw a fit if needed. You looked up at him for a moment, almost asking for permission. But not quite, maybe more for compliance. His promise was made by unzipping his pants for you and then letting his hands fall to his sides.

You took him out of his pants and opened your mouth. Staring up at him again, you took as much of him as you could. He was fine until he felt you gag, then his jaw set and his hands became fists.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Moaning around him, you slowly pulled back. One of his hands disappeared in your hair before you could get too far. He had to keep you there for a moment, attempting to calm himself down because he could tell how much you wanted this.

He brought his hand forward, touching your cheekbone. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He slipped his fingers under your jaw and thrust his hips forward gently. He didn’t go too deep and it was at a torturous pace that he pulled out. This man’s control was one of the sexiest things about him. It made him seem so powerful and stable and that was what you craved more than anything in this world.

“Touch yourself,” he directed.

Your hand dove down, two fingers instantly burying inside your pussy. You moaned loudly around him and he cursed again.

“You want me to fuck your face?”

You nodded as well as you could.

He nodded, taking another deep breath. His hold under your face tightened just a bit, thumb and fingers pressing into your jaw. He didn’t thrust, instead, he moved you with his hand. Each time he brought you down on him, he made sure to choke you a little because he knew you liked it.

By the time he was close, your jaw was sore, made worse by his tight hold, your ribs hurt from how hard you had been gagging, the back of your throat was testament that he had lost it a couple of times, and went a bit harder than he meant to. Your entire hand was wet, your thighs shaking and your hips still rolling.

He told you to come with him, told you he wasn’t going to until you did. You pressed the heel of your palm down on your clit and fucked your hand harder. Andy brought you down as far as your throat would allow and held you there, moaning as you attempted to swallow around him.

His hand slid down to your neck and he began to squeeze when he knew you were close, hips moving fast and sloppy. You placed one hand on his thigh to keep yourself balanced, turning your gaze up to him once more.

You felt him start to spill down your throat. He moved harder, hips jerking and cock slamming into the back of your throat each time. The cum that was in your mouth was now beginning to slip out from the sides of your lips.

He pulled out before he was done, one hand in your hair to angle your head back, his other hand stroking his cock as his cum leaked out along your jaw and neck. “God damn, you are fucking gorgeous.”

You stared at him as the tip of your tongue came out to the corner of your mouth where you felt some of his cum.

Immediately, he pulled you onto your feet and shoved you back onto the bed. He was on top of you instantly, using his fingers to collect his cum off your skin so he could feed it to you. As you laid there, licking his fingers, he brought his opposite hand down to your pussy.

“I love feeling your cunt after you’ve just finished.” He teased you several times, just dipping the tips of his fingers in before he pushed two inside you.

You whimpered, lips closed around his fingers. Once he pulled them out, your mouth was free to speak, which was rarely ever a good thing when you two were in bed. “Well, are you going to get inside me, or did you need a minute?”

He arched an eyebrow—it didn’t bother him when you joked about his age, but he pretended it was grounds for true punishment. “Maybe I need several minutes, I guess I just have to keep you coming until then, huh?”

You hummed in protest.

He brought his hand up to grab your jaw, wet fingers pressing tightly into your skin. His lips hovered over yours as he asked, “You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?”

You smiled. “Yes.”

He scoffed. “You’re shameless. I don’t know how you got this bad.”

But he did know, and he would do whatever he possibly could to ensure that you would just get worse. Andy’s success was measured by your bratty episodes. It showed how comfortable you had become with him but also just how much you wanted him.

For the record, you weren’t accusing Andy of being some evil mastermind who had planned this whole…ordeal. That would be insane because it would imply a lot of things that you knew were simply not true about him. He wasn’t a bad person, he was actually one of the best that you had ever met.

But…he was a lawyer. He had picked up some bad habits that came along with that. That meant, that though he didn’t plan this, he was enjoying it thoroughly. In short, you were accusing him of being an opportunist.

The first time you met Andy, he had brought Jacob to that hellhole of a restaurant you used to work at. So, technically Jacob knew you, but he was on his phone the entire time and they were low-maintenance customers, so he’d maybe seen you for a total of 5 minutes over their 2-hour stay. Andy did come back and bring Jacob several times, but it was always the same. He never paid you any mind, and why would he?

So, when you “met” him, half-naked and covered in bruises and bites—something that still made you glare at Andy if you thought about it too much—Jacob already knew you. He just didn’t know you. And after that one encounter, you couldn’t imagine what he thought of you.

This made you realize just how worried you were about how temporary you knew you were. Andy hadn’t said anything so you wondered if Jacob just didn’t tell Laurie. You wondered if she would even care if he had told her. Maybe Andy did this all the time, maybe she just couldn’t be bothered because they weren’t married anymore. You had no idea because Andy rarely spoke to you about Jacob and never spoke about Laurie.

Your grand solution was just trying to avoid Jacob at all costs. Mostly, you were successful, and Andy didn’t seem to mind, per se, but he did not encourage it. He loved his son and he didn’t want part of his life to be completely unknown to Jacob, but you kind of did.

It was one terrible morning when you were a bit hungover from the night before and Andy was making breakfast. He’d just set down a plate of pancakes in front of you, kissed you on top of the head because you were letting him baby you, when Jacob came in, so you didn’t even have an excuse to leave. It would be pathetically clear what you were doing. Were you seriously scared of a 17-year-old boy?

Yes. But you could pretend you weren’t, and you would pretend. There was no other choice. It wasn’t until you were all sitting down for the world’s most awkward breakfast that Andy’s phone rang. He often got calls in the morning and you never minded. Until then.

You shot him a threatening look that he clearly didn’t take seriously. He excused himself and with each step further away, your desire to suddenly die increased.

There was more painfully awkward silence and you wracked your brain for ways to fix it. You could ask him about school, his plans for the day. But that was the easy part. How were you going to word the question casually, unforced? You didn’t have to think on that much longer because he decided to speak first.

“Is my dad your, like, sugar daddy?”

And before you were subjected to having to respond, his friends showed up. Which was great because you couldn’t have formed a response if your life depended on it. But that shock had well worn off by the time Andy returned. He was throwing out apologies and explaining that he was being given an update on one of his cases. He seemed unaware of your silence until he realized Jacob was gone.

“Where’s Jake?”

“He left with his friends.”

“Oh.” He sat down at the table and you glared. “Come on, I didn’t know he was going to be here—”

“He just asked me if you’re my sugar daddy!”

“Well, I am.”

“You are not.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “Then what am I? I pay your bills, I buy you things, in return, you spend most of your free time with me. What does that make me?”

You were mad but not about the idea that he was your sugar daddy. Of course, you’d played with that phrase a few times, but it seemed so unrepresentative of your relationship. At least, to you. He clearly saw it that way, and maybe you weren’t even mad about that.

You might not have been mad at all, maybe just scared. You knew that Andy was in love with his ex-wife still and he always would be. She was this terrifying person that you’d never met that essentially held the cards to your life. You figured that if she expressed any anger towards Andy’s relationship with you, that you would be gone. You would have to go back to your life before, like when the carriage was a pumpkin. And the scariest part of that was not that you had no money. It was that you two would just be done as if you never even happened at all.

“Your boyfriend?” he pressed.

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he warned.

“I’m going home.”

“No, you’re not.”

Once more, you rolled your eyes. You pushed away from the table and stormed out of the kitchen and to his bedroom.

He came in moments later after you had thrown his shirt on the bed. You were in nothing more than a pair of panties as you searched for where he’d tossed your clothes the night before. He shut the door and locked it, but you refused to respond to his tactics to make you talk.

“Get on the bed.”

You scoffed incredulously, turning over your shoulder to him with raised eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

His hand wrapped around one of your arms and he spun you back to him. You set your hands on his chest to push him away, but he pulled you in so tight that you couldn’t move. He kissed you like it had been years since he last did so, in reality, it had been a little over an hour. It was demanding and fast, he left you no room to protest, but it wasn’t like that mattered because with each passing second, you were giving in.

His free hand slid down between your legs and you broke the kiss to moan. Your head fell back, your body pressed closer to him. It wasn’t a surrender exactly, just a promise that you would get over it and never bring it up again.

But then he said, “Call me daddy.”

You froze, turning your head back to him. “What?”

“Call me daddy,” he repeated. “You want to come? Tell daddy how to make you come.”

It was just a matter of time before it was brought up. Unbeknownst to him, it was on your mind. Unbeknownst to you, it was on his. He hadn’t been the kind for it, then he met you. There was something primal inside him that was triggered when you would whimper and whine, when you were choking on his cock and staring up at him with your beautiful eyes, when you were crying his name. And sometimes, it didn’t completely sound unlike daddy. When you were breathless and fucked good, and nearly mindless. Sometimes, it was close enough that it made him wonder what it would be like.

And you’d been curious too. Ever since he spanked you the first time. You saw Andy as this powerful, good man. He was perfect and didn’t even know it. But all of that was what everyone could see. There were these dark parts of him that made you wet just thinking about. You would never tell him, but once, just one time, he was busy and couldn’t see you one weekend. Meaning you had to take care of yourself. Your dreams were vivid and filthy, and you might have called him daddy in one…so, yeah.

“I’m not going to touch you if you can’t follow orders, princess.”

It took you a moment to find your voice, especially with the way he was looking down at you. “I…don’t know…” It felt weird, like you were admitting this terrible secret. You were aware he had asked you to, but it still felt wrong. Kind of.

“Well,” his fingers slid over you again, a teasing touch that was too light for any real relief, “do you want daddy’s fingers?”

You nodded.

“What about daddy’s cock?”

“Yes.”

“Or maybe daddy’s mouth?” He kissed your forehead first, then your cheek, and finally all over your neck. “Hmm?”

“Yeah, that’s what I want.”

“You know what I want,” he pointed out, pulling back to look at you. “Tell me what you want first.”

He was not letting you out of this and did you actually want him to? Andy was a complete daddy. He spoiled the hell out of, almost literally got off on taking care of you, and he was a kind, beautiful man who had no problems fucking you like he hated you.

“Will you eat my pussy, Daddy?”

Wordlessly, he sat you down on the bed and pushed you onto your back by your shoulders. His eyes on yours, he took you with his mouth over your panties and any doubts you had about this just faded away.

Your breath was shaking as he held you down, his hands gripping your arms tight. You draped your legs over his shoulders and pulled him closer. He pressed his tongue flat against you each time he licked up your aching cunt. “Oh, god,” you blurted out when you felt him at your clit.

He turned his head, nipping at your thigh. It was a prompt.

“Daddy,” you breathed, and he returned his mouth to you. “Daddy, please.”

He hummed. What are you asking for?

“Please, take them off,” you begged.

His fingers slipped under the band of your underwear and he tore them into pieces, without any skill whatsoever, as his tongue sought out bare skin. You’d heard several tears by the time his tongue was inside you.

You arched your back and grabbed a hold of his hair with both hands. He almost instantly took your hands and held them down to the bed again. “Daddy, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please make me come.”

He pulled your clit between his lips and you knew that you weren’t going to last much longer. You knew this was your biggest loss so far. He was never going to let you forget that you’d come up here throwing a fit, trying to push him away, only to beg him to eat you out.

Your hips rolled against his face, he seemed surprised for a moment, but he moaned against you, so you kept doing it. “Can I come, Daddy? Please?”

He hummed again, a confirmation.

When you moved instead of waiting for him, you could feel his beard. That was the only reason you kept canting your hips up to meet the swipes of his tongue that were toeing the line of being too good.

He let his tongue drop down to tease your entrance, earning a frustrated whine from you. Your clit wasn’t neglected for long, you felt the tip of his nose hovering just right there. So, if you were to move, if you bucked your hips just right, you discovered quickly just how to get the right kind of pressure there.

Andy loved every second of it, he loved the smell of you and the taste of you, and he knew he was never going to be a better position to indulge in both. You were wild even though he was pinning you down, you were hardly ever this desperate, this upfront with your desire. It was the sexiest thing he ever witnessed.

You finished on his tongue and he let no drop of you go to waste. He was selfish in the way he ran his mouth along the oversensitive parts of you. Before reality had even made its way back to you, he’d placed you on your knees before him. Your body was moving without your brain, like pure instinct. Your mouth opened for him before you even knew you were on the floor and you took him in as deep as you could.

He took a handful of your hair and held you in place, hips slowly, gently moving back and forth. You were gagging around him but he was letting you get used to it, telling you that you were such a good girl, reminding you how well you knew how to suck his cock, how you’d always been so good at it.

He didn’t want to come in your mouth, he just wanted to get close. He threw you down on the bed just as soon as he’d gotten you back on your feet and then he was on top of you. His hand wrapped around your neck as he slotted his hips between your thighs.

His eyes locked on yours, he slowly sunk into you. It was damn near painful the kind of restraint he was using, how he was denying you that fast kind of fucking he knew you loved. He pulled back, using his knees for balance, and kept his hold on your throat.

His thrusts were too gentle, several agonizing times, until you were squirming and whimpering. He didn’t seem concerned with what you wanted then, he merely kept his eyes moving over your body.

“Andy,” you complained.

He tsked. “Baby girl.”

“Daddy,” you corrected instantly. “Daddy, please. I need you to fuck me.”

Instead, he leaned back down and kissed you. He started at your mouth and then moved to your jaw. His hips barely moved, just enough to keep you on this edge of murderous rage. Seriously? After what you just went through? He wasn’t going to fuck you to make it up to you?

He sat back again and tightened his hand when you opened your mouth. It was the nicest way he was ever going to tell you to shut up, but he was telling you to. You were too scared to show any signs of disobedience at this point.

He pulled out and you whined unintelligibly. You received nothing more than a brief ‘hush’ before he was laying down next to you. He was on his side, propping one of your legs over his hip as he slid back into you. He lifted you up so you could lay your head on his bicep and used that arm to grab your opposite thigh, pulling it out to the side so you were completely open for him.

“Daddy,” you mewled. You couldn’t keep doing this, you needed to come. You needed him to make you come. He dragged his cock out and then shoved back in, earning a strangled yelp from you. You brought both hands up to hold the forearm that was still pressed between your breasts.

It was then that he started this horrible pattern of fucking you hard, hard, until you were just about to come. You would be shaking, begging like you never had before, promising you would never talk back to him again, and then he would just stop.

He never denied your orgasm. If anything, he just threatened to, didn’t follow through, then made weak threats that he would next time. It was a nice routine and you weren’t sure why he wanted to ruin it.

He told you to leave your thigh where it was and then brought that hand up. He started at your mouth, he ordered you to close your lips around his fingers. He was choking you still and now gagging you and you were abruptly lightheaded. He’d never given you a safe word, you were sure he never intended to go too far. The idea that he might, though… Ugh.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and they were soaking wet because he didn’t give you the chance to swallow. He dragged them down your body, stopping to pinch one of your nipples painfully until you gasped, and then down to your pussy.

Tears filled your eyes immediately as he pressed his fingers down on your clit. He kissed the side of your face several times before stating, “I can’t keep giving you what you want if you’re going to be such a brat, baby.”

“I’m not being a brat,” you protested.

“You’re not?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he scoffed. His fingers began to rub circles into you.

You shot him a desperate look. “Daddy, please I need you to make me come.”

He arched an eyebrow, hips still but hand moving. “Oh, you need me to?”

“No one else makes me come like you do.” It was clear that you were just saying anything you could think to make him give in. True? Yes. But were the words sincere? Not at all, and you didn’t want him to know that. Yes, you liked spending time with Andy, you even loved fucking him, but this was not a relationship. It was an arrangement first and you had to protect yourself.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Transparent.”

You let your head fall back into the pillow with an exaggerated sigh. “Please?”

“No.”

You looked at him instantly, eyebrows pulling together. “What?”

“No,” he repeated slowly.

He’d never just told you no. Maybe in a roundabout way, he’d talked his way through the fact of no, but never once had he just out and said it. You had no idea how to reply. After all, he was in charge here. If he said no, did you have to accept it?

He brought his fingers down to where your bodies were connected and pulled out completely. He dipped his fingers into you at the same time he was easing his cock back in.

You bit down on your lip, willing yourself to relax. He was always a tight fit, even without the addition of two of his thick fingers, even on those weeks when he fucked you every day, numerous times a day.

“You’re okay,” he promised. “You can take it.”

You tried spreading your legs even more, hoping that would make him easier to take.

“Good girl.” He pulled his cock and fingers out briefly before working them both back in simultaneously. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“It hurts a little.”

“But you can take it, can’t you?” He kissed along your cheekbone. “You want it, right? Because you’re my good girl.”

You were nodding before you even truly thought about it. You wanted anything he wanted to give you, in reality. You supposed this was not the exception to that rule.

He continued pulling out and teasing back in, going just a little deeper each time.

Your cunt was aching by the time you propped yourself up on your elbows to see. The sight of him inside you was sinful and delicious.

He felt you flutter around him and kissed the side of your face again. “You like when I stretch you out, baby?”

You nodded. That was exactly how you felt. Stretched. It still hurt but not in any kind of way that you didn’t like. Your cheeks were flushed since he’d been denying you a finish, otherwise, you would be blushing terribly. It was a toe-in-the-water of humiliation, you felt a little objectified, or reduced to a single body part. Again, not something you were opposed to because your mind was fucked up enough that your body would respond ecstatically to anything Andy wanted to do to it.

“Do you want another one?”

You weren’t sure, but that didn’t stop you from claiming you did. You watched the tip of his third finger collect the slick on the base of his cock and slide into you. He began pulling out and gently pushing both fingers and cock back in until he was buried several inches and two knuckles into your pussy.

“You are soaked, baby.”

Part of you hated that. How bratty could you be from here on out if you were this wet for him? If your cunt was literally begging him for more of his fingers? That was the pride part of you. The sick part of you stopped to think about how he had 7 more fingers to fuck you with, if he wanted. “Can I have another?”

He smirked. “I think 3 is enough tonight, princess. I don’t want to hurt you too much.”

“I want all your fingers inside me, daddy.”

He scoffed. “Not sure that’s possible, you’re still so tight. But I do have a little more I can give you.” As he pressed more of his fingers in, beyond that second knuckle which made you gasp and squirm because it burned, he also gave you more of his cock.

You were shaking, hand settling on his forearm once more. “Oh, daddy…I feel so full.”

“And your desperate cunt still wants more?”

“Anything from you, daddy. Can I please come?”

He didn’t answer, his hips merely began moving. He roughly fucked into you as he pulled just so with his fingers to keep you painfully stretched.

You were getting close again. That stinging sensation was starting to fade away with the building pleasure. When he angled his hand and let his thumb massage your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. “Daddy, please.”

“You can’t come.”

You whined. “Daddy!”

“I said no.”

You pressed your hand to his stomach to still his hips, but he paid you no mind. “Daddy, I’m going to come.”

“You better not,” he warned, but didn’t do anything to help you want that. If anything, his hips snapped a bit harder.

“Please stop, daddy,” you begged, voice pathetically small and whiny. You didn’t care how you sounded or looked, you just didn’t want to come without him letting you. You didn’t want to disappoint him. “Daddy, I’m close. Please stop.”

He scoffed, free hand coming up to your face. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?”

You frantically shook your head. You weren’t so good that you wouldn’t come, so really, you needed him to stop.

“You don’t want to come without my permission?”

“No, daddy.”

He pressed his thumb down harder and rubbed faster, earning an unintelligible, sad sound from you. “It’s okay, baby girl, you can come. Daddy wants to feel you coming around his cock.”

You lifted your hand back up to his arm, trying to turn into his body as much as you could. He understood immediately and moved his hold from your neck to drape his arm across you, resting his hand on your back. You set your head in the bend of his neck as you started to come.

He groaned when he felt you get tighter. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I wanna feel.”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks by the time you were coming. Your body had never felt relief so strong. Andy shushed you through it all and told you that you were so good and didn’t stop until he had you filled with his cum.

He let you settle before urging you onto your back. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” You were more than just okay. You were sated and aching, you were exhausted and blissful. It had been a while since he’d spent so much time on you and you felt good, doted on, paid attention to.

He carefully pulled his fingers from your cunt, eyeing your face as he did, but then quickly took your jaw in one hand and shoved the fingers into your mouth. You instantly began sucking on them. “A few things. First, you do not roll your eyes at me. Second, you do not leave the table unless I tell you that you can. Third, do not ever walk away from me. Fourth, when I tell you to get your ass on the bed, you better get your ass on the bed. Are we clear?”

You nodded, speaking around his fingers.

“Glad to hear it.” He slowly extracted his fingers, massaging your jaw with the opposite hand. “When you can walk again, I’ll take you shopping—”

You hurriedly jumped out of bed, rushing for the shower. “I’ll be ready in an hour!”

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Valentine’s Day Surprise - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 2)

Part 1 

**

It was the next day and you needed to get out of the house. Even though it was freezing outside, you were headed out for a walk and to grab some lunch with Gemma. You layered up and put on your favorite winter boots before heading out the door. As you walked along the shops on your walk, they were all decked out in pink, red, white, and purple and other various Valentine decorations. 

Which of course brought you back to your conversation with Harry and how he wouldn’t be back for the holiday. Part of you kept telling yourself it was fine and that it wasn’t a big deal, but it still didn’t help the other part of you that thought it was a very big deal. Flowers, chocolates, and little teddy bears filled all the window displays and you couldn’t help but think of you and Harry exchanging Valentine gifts when you were younger. 

At school everyone would always make little cards with a small bag of candy to hand out to the class, but you and Harry always saved something special for the other. You laughed to yourself as you thought about the tiny stuffed animals he had gotten you or all the discounted chocolates you two would be eating together while watching your favorite shows. 

Maybe that’s why you putting so much into spending Valentine’s with him because it was something you two always did as children and now that you two were actually together... it would be even more special. But it’s not like you could do anything about it anyway, so it was better to just figure out a way to make a virtual date special. 

When you got to the restaurant, Gemma was already at the table looking over the menu. 

“Sorry, I’m late,” you said. “I got distracted on the way over.” 

“Oh, you’re fine. I was a little early,” she smiled, wrapping you in a hug. “So, how are you doing?” 

“I’m okay,” you smiled. “Good... just finishing up my book.” 

“Yeah? How’s that going?” She asked. 

“It’s uh... going,” you laughed. “I’m revising it again... hopefully this will be the last time before line edits.. it supposed to release at the end of October, so the sooner I get this finished, the better.” 

She nodded, “How are you and Harry doing?” 

“We’re great,” you smiled. “I mean as much as we can be with not seeing each other for a bit... and apparently it’s going to be even longer now.” 

“Oh, that’s right. He said he won’t be back until around March or later, right?” She asked. 

“Pretty much,” you sighed. “Which sucks on it’s own, but I’m also pretty bummed we won’t be together on Valentine’s Day. I know it’s stupid and petty..” 

“No, it’s not,” she said. “It doesn’t matter how commercial this holiday is, everyone still wants to spend it with their significant other or wants someone to spend it with. And this would be your first one together, so it’s even more special. I get it.” 

“He came up with an idea of having like a facetime date, which we’ve done before, but I don’t know... I want to make it special, but I’m not sure how I can. I don’t want to feel like it’s just another FaceTime date, you know?” You said. 

“Okay, I have an idea, but I’m not sure if it will work,” she said. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

“Harry can’t leave LA, right? Because he’s working and can’t travel back and forth, hence why you two are going to be apart,” she said. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“Do you think you would be able to travel to LA instead? Maybe surprise him there and you two wouldn’t have to be apart?” She asked. 

You bit your lip, “I have thought about it, but I don’t know. What if he’s too busy and wouldn’t have time for me? I don’t want to be in the way.” 

“Babe, you’re his girlfriend,” she said. “You could never be in the way and if you were then you need to get rid of him because you don’t deserve that,” she joked. 

You giggled, “Do you think it would work though? Like, if I went, I would want it to be a surprise. Do you think you could help me arrange it?” 

“Hmm... I guess I could fit you into my schedule... you are practically family after all,” she smirked. 

“Okay, then let’s do it!” You smiled. 

**

Harry had been on the phone and looking over this calendar for well over an hour. He kept trying to find a tim where he could fit in flying to London and back, but even if he was able to rearrange some meetings, it didn’t seem possible. He sighed running his hand over his face trying to figure out what to do next. 

It would be a lot easier if he just asked you to fly out here. He would arrange everything and pay for it, but he felt bad asking you to do that. Plus, he was afraid it would be spending too much time trying to figure out how to get there, that he wouldn’t have any plans once he was there. 

He grabbed his phone because he knew he needed advice. 

“Weeeeellll, hello Baby Brother!” Gemma smirked. 

“Hey, Gem,” he said. 

“What do I owe this rare phone call?” She asked. 

“I call you all the time,” he defended.

“Yeah, yeah, anyway, what’s up?” She asked. 

“I need advice,” he said. 

“Of course, you do,” she said. “What did you do this time?” 

“Why do you always assume it’s because I fucked up?” He asked. 

“Because about 99.9% of the time, you have,” she joked. 

“Remind me why I love you again?” He asked. 

“Because I know too much,” she said. “Anyway, carry on with your question.” 

“I’m in LA and I’m going to miss Valentine’s Day with Y/N... and I’m trying to figure out how to get there in back in the span of two or there days and I can’t make it work,” he sighed. 

“Okay if you’ve already figured out you can’t do it, where do I come in?” She asked. 

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I just... do you think it’s worth be moving everything around just to be there for a few hours compared to just having a long distance date?” 

“Well, I mean, would it be worth it to see you girlfriend in person compared to a seeing her via a screen, yes, but that is a lot of traveling,” she said. 

“I know, I want this to be special. Yeah, we’ll have other Valentine’s Days in the future, but this is our first one. We won’t ever get it back,” he sighed. 

“Okay, look at it this way, let’s say you decide to go to London,” she said. “And you’re exhausted from traveling or you’re worried about having only a small window of being there... that probably would ruin your time together than if you just stayed put, right?” 

“That’s a possibility,” he sighed. 

“How about this,” she said. “Instead of sending all your time trying to travel thousands of miles for a few hours, try spending time on making what you can do special. You could also postpone it until a time you can be together.” 

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “I really want to be there, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make it work.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, okay? Y/N understands,” she said. 

He nodded, “Thanks, Gem,” he said. 

“You’re welcome. You’ll get my bill in the mail,” she smirked. 

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

**

You didn’t know how you were able to pull it off, but with the help of Gemma, everything was planned accordingly. Plus, you ended up finishing the remainder of your draft, so you wouldn’t have to worry about working during your time there. Now, the only thing you had to worry about is what you are actually going to do once you got there. 

You didn’t want to plan the entire thing out because you weren’t sure what his side of things looked like, but you wanted to make sure other aspects were taken care. First up was gifts. You weren’t going to over board, but you knew you wanted to get something small and cheesy along with something a little nicer. 

This was your first Valentine’s Day together after all. So, a few hours before you were due to catch your flight, you decided to head out to the shops and find something. Luckily, most stores still had quite a few options to choose from or else you were fucked. You were at a tiny gift shop on the corner when you found a little teddy bear, just like the one you had been given all those years ago. However, it had one aspect that was very different, but fit perfectly. 

The bear was holding a heart that said, “I Adore You, My Valentine,” written on it and you knew Harry would love it. You quickly put the bear in your shopping basket before gathering a few other little random items such as chocolates and a candle you knew he would like. 

Just before you decided to check out, something caught your eye. It was a stand of bracelets that looked exactly like ones you use to make when you were younger and your mom bought you a bead kit. You smiled looking at the different ones until you finally saw one you loved. You grabbed it and headed straight to the check out. 

On your way back to your house, you passed by another shop, a lingerie shop to be more specific. You knew it was very cliche to make a purchase like that for Valentine’s Day, but sometimes cliche was exactly what you needed in life. So, you made your way inside and looked around before trying on a few different options and deciding to get a couple of them. 

Once you got back to your house, you added the things you just bought into your luggage and made your way to the airport. 

It was time to go see your man!

**

Harry was stressing big time over what to do. He kept trying to figure out some fun things to spice up the virtual date and make it special. He even tried to order flowers and gifts to send to you, but of course the majority of shops were already sold out. He had two days before the 14th and he needed to figure something out quick. 

“What’s going on with you?” Jeff asked as Harry paced around the room. 

“Other that royally fucking up Valentine’s Day, not much,” he sighed. 

“Why are you putting so much pressure on one holiday?” Jeff asked. 

“Because... you don’t get it,” Harry sighed. “This isn’t just one holiday. It’s the first one being with Y/N. We’re never going to get that back. Yeah, it’s cheesy and it’s not technically a big deal, but it is. We’ve spent so many years of our lives apart and now that we’re together, I don’t want to miss anymore occasions. When we were younger, we would spend Valentine’s together, eating all the candy we got at school and going through our cards. I remember getting jealous when she would gush over a card from another boy or if someone else got her a little something extra.” 

“We even went to a Valentine’s dance together when we were ten,” he laughed. “I remember she wore this really pretty dark red dress that had roses on it and we danced and laughed the whole night. She was actually the first person I awkwardly swayed side to side with at a school dance. So, that’s why I’m putting so much pressure on myself. We have all these amazing memories from our childhood and I want to make sure we have just as many now.” 

Jeff sighed, running his hand over his hair, “Okay, I feel like I’m in the middle of a romantic comedy on Netflix right now, but go pack a bag.” 

“What? Why?” Harry asked. 

“Because I’m taking you to the airport,” Jeff said. 

“For what?” Harry asked. 

“Because you’re going to London,” he said. 

“Really? How? I tried-” Harry asked. 

“I’ll take care of it. Now, just go. You get on a red eye in a few hours,” Jeff said. “I checked.”

“Why are you doing this?” Harry looked at his friend and manager. 

“Because you deserve to make those memories with Y/N,” Jeff said. “Now, go before I change my mind.” 

Harry smirked, wrapping his arms around Jeff, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said. “I knew there’s a reason I kept you around.” 

“Ha ha,” He rolled his eyes. 

Harry laughed, shaking his head, before going straight to the room to get his bag. It was time to go see his girl! 

**

Uh-Oh... Part 3 coming tomorrow. 

I will say this, we’re about to get a Winter Storm in my area with ice and snow, and there is a potential I could lose power/internet, so I’ll keep you updated just in case I can’t post tomorrow. :)

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A gift from the heart

Pairing: Malarkey & Skip Rating: G

Word count: 2520 Summary: Skip and Don have a day in Paris, and they are on an important quest. [ao3]

A/N: Happy birthday @lyselkatz! This is for you, I hope it’s to your liking.

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Skip had clearly taken his pass to Paris with a plan in mind. “You have got to help me find the perfect present for her!” he begged as soon as Don walked up to meet him, his hands crossed in a prayer that was surely blasphemous. “What is she going to do with a present at this point?” Don argued back. “You’re shipping yourself back home soon enough.” His heart wasn’t in it, not really. He was arguing more for the sake of arguing, but it was true that they had this one afternoon off and their chances of success were pretty slim.

Paris was a great place to rest and pretend to work at an airplane exhibition, the city was nearly bursting with emotion and will to go back to peacetime, and any heartsick soldier was bound to find something good to send back home to his sweetheart. Don wasn’t sure if he was trying to talk his way out of a shopping trip, or was he simply relieved about Skip’s energy and how he displayed it despite the broken arm and cuts and bruises and drawing the banter out. “With that attitude you will be very unlucky in love!” Skip declared. “My mom said that men who think of themselves as the greatest of gifts will find themselves very lonely indeed, and I plan to make the most of this mortal life and make sure that my girl has nice things!” “Fine then, since you’re the romance expert out of the two of us,” Don gave in and finally allowed a grin to spread on his face. “But what would she like to have?” “That’s why I need help,” Skip said, raising a finger to make an important point. “I’m the romance expert, yes, but small gifts are not my area of expertise.” The thought both did and didn’t make sense, but Don was past arguing over the title of romance expert and instead tried to think of the kind of gifts girls liked. His idea of a good time was an ice cream date and listening to good music, but that was something you did in person, not wrap in brown paper and ship across an ocean. “Uh… Perhaps a good record?” Don said uncertainly. That was more like something he would have liked to unwrap himself and then be delighted about how well his girl knew him, but it was a thought. “Nah, I’d get you a record,” Skip said, nudging Don’s side with his elbow, and flashed him a knowing smile. “No, this has to be a Faye Tanner-gift. I can’t give her a Don Malarkey-gift.” Don shrugged, then gestured at the streets lined with shop windows all around them. “Maybe we should ask around?” If possible, Skip brightened up even more. He seemed to be almost trembling with excitement and ready to explore the city. “That’s great! But we need some places to hit. Make it a proper mission.” Don smiled indulgently. He had had enough of missions and objectives for a lifetime, but Skip was feeling as playful as ever and he knew it was a joke, so he allowed it. “Alright, fine,” he said, then paused to think. “Let’s think some things that she likes and what she’d like to get, and then think where we’ll find it.” “Oh yes. A guest for a true love’s gift! Onwards!” Don smiled for real then. That made it sound like an adventure in a jungle or perhaps across castles and fields and forests instead of an all too real endeavour in current time with real consequences. It almost felt like they could have been friends since they were children and run wild in the woods playing adventurers and wild children. Together, they took to the streets of Paris, Don leading the way as he sometimes knew where they were and where they were going. The list of things that Faye might have liked was growing slowly: Something distinctly European, something pretty or something sweet. Something pretty would have probably been their best bet, given both could recall a dozen times a girl back home had referenced European fashion or make up, but that was quickly becoming a dead end for them. Post-war Paris was many things and there was no doubt about fashion coming back, but right then it wasn’t exactly a priority. At least not at a reasonable price. There were shops open and some driftier places sold many mismatched piles of treasures Parisian ladies had no doubt emptied from their closets while trying to make the ends meet, but Skip and Don quickly realized they didn’t know enough to make a good judgement about them. “This is just… Not Faye!” Skip huffed as they strolled down the street after the fourth shop. “She is pretty and I think she wears cute clothes too, but it’s just… Not like this.” Don didn’t know about fashion either, just of what looked pretty to him, but looking at Skip and knowing him he could imagine Faye was probably not the beauty queen type. “Okay, forget about dresses and hats,” Don thought out loud. “How about a ribbon? Or a scarf? Or jewellery?” Skip thought it over, but then shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. She doesn’t really do her hair, says it gets soaked and flops down anyway, so why bother.” “Okay, so something distinctly European then.” Aside from the airplane exhibition Don was consulting at, several other local cultural exhibits were also opening. Curators at Louvre had apparently cried when their looted treasures started to return in their collection from Germany, and museums and galleries had started to open again, even if only to clean and air the premises. It seemed people missed beauty in their lives, and Don couldn’t fault them on that. They all did. Still, the only thing sold at Louvre were postcards and other souvenirs. There was a certain charm to them, and perhaps sending some cool trinket home along with perhaps some photos and a letter with loving regards would do. Faye sounded like a girl who appreciated the personal touch and the thought more than anything material, so a breeze of culture from France might be the thing they were after. There were plenty of soldiers buzzing around the museum and the park, plenty of them apparently caught by the same idea, everyone trying to decide which artwork was the most suitable one to convey one’s feelings. Skip didn’t pay too much attention to anyone there, but Don had learned to recognize plenty of soldiers by their uniform, and a familiar one drew his attention right away. “Hey! Lieutenant!” Don called out as he recognized a familiar profile and a set of broad shoulders. “Do you know what’s the best gift for your lover?” Lipton jumped in surprise when he was spoken to and nearly dropped the stack of postcards depicting some old, cracked paintings of Roman soldiers. “My what?” he asked, immediately flustered. Skip giggled and skipped over to join them. “Not yours, sir,” he cackled, the entire idea absurd, “we’re trying to find something for Faye before I go home. She will feed me to her cats if I don’t send her a nice present beforehand.” “Oh,” Lipton said and cleared his throat, awkward and jittery on the spot. He set the postcards back to the holder and turned his back to the photographs of Roman generals and Greeks in aggressive military formations. “A wise choice,” Skip solemnly advised him with a heavy nod. “I don’t think any girl will like those. You ought to pick something more… Elegant! Beautiful! Something European.” Lipton smiled politely and shrugged. “Technically Roman Empire used to cover most of the continent what we now call Europe, and what we even consider Europe varies through history.” When Skip and Don just stared at him, he became flustered again. “I… Uh, I’ve been listening to some radio programs at night,” he explained. Skip laughed again. “Getting a history lecture is just about the most boring thing I can imagine doing in bed,” he chuckled, and Don joined in for the plain amusement of the mental image. Lipton lowered his eyes and blushed scarlet. “Well, to each their own,” he allowed diplomatically while swaying on the heels of his boots.   “Sure, sir,” Don said, then reeled them back on topic. “But the gift! Skip needs a gift for Faye.” “Oh, right,” Lipton said, visibly more at ease now that the attention was turning away from him. “Well… I don’t know Ms. Tanner, but you do, so you should use that. Whatever the gift is, the most important thing is that it makes her feel like you have listened to her and know what she likes.” “Uh-huh,” Skip said, and Don nodded along. It was a wise piece of advice, but not concrete enough to actually help them. Judging by Lipton’s smile, he realized exactly the same thing and shook his head at their impatience. Don was almost ready to appoint Lipton as the new romance expert if it wasn’t for his choice of Roman art and Greek pottery. Lipton sighed. “There’s a postcard of just about every European masterpiece here. Why don’t you look at those and pick one that makes you think of her?” Even though Lipton slipped away with a postcard depicting Marcus Crassus battling the rebel leader Spartacus, his advice was actually good, and Skip and Don started browsing the many pictures of various beautiful ladies and princesses and queens. They didn’t understand about the styles or periods but trusted their own eyes to tell what was really beautiful. Momentarily Skip was taken with a painting of a golden-haired woman wrestling a large book from a brown eagle with two heads, but even if beautiful she was too distressed, and the painting was too dramatic anyway. Eventually Skip picked up a postcard depicting a fairly modest painting of a girl dressed in simple clothes and a blue scarf on her head. She couldn’t have been more than ordinary, but the longer you looked at her gentle eyes and lips parted like in a half thought out question as she looked at you over her shoulder, the more convinced you became that she was by far not only the most beautiful but also the most intriguing of all women pictured there. “This one,” Skip said as he held the card. “She looks a bit like her too.” Still, having a simple postcard wasn’t a gift yet. It was a greeting, a simple souvenir, and it needed something more, so the quest went on. “What does she like?” Don asked Skip again as they strolled through the gardens outside of Louvre. “I think that based on all your tales of your bets and highjinks all I know is what she doesn’t like, and that’s you being an idiot.” Skip threw his head back and laughed. “Maybe so! Well, let’s see… Faye likes… Me. Cats. Baseball. Homemade pies. Milkshakes. Dancing. Pretty normal stuff, I’d say.” Just a normal girl, with normal interests, she seemed to be. Don was again at loss. It was a beautiful and hot summer day, and there was a small café on the street by the garden, and just the sight of it made them both feel suddenly thirsty and their sweet tooths ache. Mostly the café was serving coffee in tiny cups, but their display was also showing signs of revival as they served cakes, flaky pastries and chocolate treats. The prices were high and there wasn’t enough to fill the display completely, but what there was looked delicious and made with great care. They got two small éclairs because they looked nice in the window and the little sign in front of the tray had the word “chocolat” in it, and with their little treats they ventured back to the streets. Don was almost used to French baked goods after three weeks in Paris, but Skip savoured his from the very first bite. It was no wonder, the soft, fluffy dough alone was a treat, but the chocolate icing that cracked softly when you bit into the pastry was perfect, and from the face he made Don could tell that Skip hadn’t expected the cream filling. Skip chewed on the éclair slowly with his head tipped back towards the sun, and for a moment Don led him by the arm because he refused to look in front of him. “If only I could send something like this back to the States for her,” Skip sighed around a mouthful. “That would solve literally all my problems. Get a box of these or those little pink cookie things and that would be it. Too bad they wouldn’t make it to the States.” “You’re right, but maybe something else might,” Don said, his eyes already scanning for another shop. “Something sweet would do nicely.” They had to try a few shops for what they were looking for, but eventually Skip managed to find a metal tin filled with hard fruit toffees in candy wrappers. The candy itself wasn’t an extraordinary delicacy like fresh pastries were, but just as important was the beautiful tin they came in. It was like two gifts in one, European candy and a new decorative tin for buttons or letters or whatever Faye fancied. It was nearing evening, and Don had an early morning ahead of him and Skip had to report back to his commanding officer too, but the quest wasn’t yet done. “Don’t forget to wrap it up nicely too,” Don reminded Skip. “Sure, the postal office will put it in brown paper, but that’s not good enough for a gift for your girl. You got to at least find a ribbon to go under the boring paper and string so that she knows you’ve thought about it.” “Good point,” Skip said. “I’m sure I’ll find someone with a ribbon to trade – even something that doesn’t belong in some another dame’s underwear set. Thanks for the tip.” “Sure,” Don said. “Should I see you back to the station?” “No, that’s okay, I’ll find my own way,” Skip said. It was sensible that way. Don’s hotel was in the opposite direction and if he were to walk with Skip, he’d triple his own walk, and Skip knew it too and wouldn’t accept such a bother. Still it felt bad to part ways before they had to since things were uncertain, a discharge and a ticket home might come at a day’s notice, and then they wouldn’t see each other again. Not being able to say goodbye loomed over Don and kept him lingering. Skip seemed to sense it from him, because he smiled and reached to gently touch his arm. “Don’t worry, we’re headed in the same direction eventually. And when we get to the States, I’ll mail you the best present you can imagine.” Don was implored to smile, and despite the melancholy played along. “Really? What’s that?” Skip grinned bright as a summer sun, spread his arms and gestured at himself.

[slashyrogue]

A Christmas gift for @lissieisspacey​ who deserves all the Spacedogs kisses in the world. *hugs*

***

The best place to be during the holidays was the mall.

Well technically it wasn’t the best for shopping, walking, or anything else productive but really Nigel wasn’t here for that.

He was here for the wallets.

People didn’t pay much attention to their surroundings with fourteen bags in their hands, a ringing phone or a crying brat grabbing on their leg at the mall on a regular day, but on Christmas they might as well be blind. Nigel had six wallets already and it was only eleven thirty. He kept his face down from the cameras to make sure to be slick and invisible, he was usually quite adept at going unnoticed but you never knew what eagle eyed guard was watching.

The last wallet was heavy with cash he could feel it and was ready to leave all together when he spotted an easy mark.

Nicely dressed, perfect hair and also very nervous looking, the man was prime for the taking. Nigel walked by and bumped him which made the snatch so easy he almost felt bad but walked away like nothing.

He drove off and didn’t think about the man at all till he got home to check what he’d ended up with.

Fourteen cards and three hundred dollars from the first six.

The last?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Adam Raki was the strangest person he’d ever stolen from in his entire life.

He didn’t carry a single bill or a card though he had two pictures of trees, six reward cards, and a macaroni stub.

Really it was just the end of a box of macaroni, well worn and almost falling apart when Nigel touched it. He stared at the insides of Adam’s wallet for entirely too long and almost thought to toss it all together until he found the note.

Adam,

It’s your twenty ninth birthday and I just want you to know how much I love you.

I wish I could be there to celebrate.

I love you, Spaceman.

Merry Christmas, Darling

Love, Mom

Nigel looked at Adam’s identification and saw his birthday was exactly that.

December 25, 1990

And he wouldn’t have this to look at then because Nigel took his fucking wallet.

Continued in: 

A Soulmate for Christmas 

[imagineaworlds]

I Love You (Part Thirty-One) -- Aaron Hotchner

Written By: @desperately-bisexual​

Request: None.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of stabbing, torture, murder, shooting-- everything Criminal Minds.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greenaway!Reader

Word Count: 14765

Timeline: Season 5 Episode 01. Two months after part thirty.

Hotch was quiet on the flight home from Canada. He chose to sit by himself in one of the single seats, and no one took the seat across from him. Everyone needed their space, and no one wanted to talk… Not after that case. Getting a few rough cases here and there came with the territory, we all knew it, but there were times when the cases were unbearably bad, and no one knew what to say. We all did our jobs, we did everything we could, but we had let at least eight-nine other people down. Eighty-nine people lost their lives before we finally caught the brothers responsible, and in the end, it didn’t even matter. Both brothers had been killed, and the man who had come to us with the case because his sister had gone missing was going to prison because he was responsible for one of the brother’s deaths. We did everything we could, but it wasn’t enough. Eighty-nine innocent people died, those brothers lost their lives, and the life of the man who came forward was practically over. Everything we did just wasn’t enough, and Hotch couldn’t bear it.

Jack looked to us to be superheroes. He saw Hotch and I as the real-life Superman and Wonder Woman… And in the strangest of ways, we had let him down, too. We couldn’t be the superheroes him and the ninety-three others involved needed. It felt wrong to know that we were headed home and Jack would ask us how the case went, and we would have to lie by telling him that we saved the world again. But who did we save, really? Future victims, sure, but we should have stopped it long before there were already eighty-nine lives lost.

Morgan sat in the window seat next to me, Garcia across from him, and Rossi across from me. None of us exchanged glances. Garcia and Morgan were both staring out the windows, while Rossi was writing in his notepad, and I was staring at Hotch from across the plane. He looked so upset, and I wished there was something I could do to ease his conscience, but what would I possibly tell him? He knew that it wasn’t his fault, yet he still felt the need to put the blame on himself. Anything I could possibly try to console him with wouldn’t work, and I knew that because if he were to tell me the same things, I wouldn’t have believed him. That was how bad it was.

When we landed in Quantico, everyone talked about getting drinks together as they made their way to their cars. JJ opted out because she wanted to go home to Will and Henry, and Morgan declined by telling them that he had to finish up some paperwork— which was a lie because I was the only one with any paperwork that actually needed to be done before our long weekend would start. Yes, our long weekend. Hotch made a call to Strauss before we boarded the plane and said that the team needed an extra day or two before coming back. Somehow, that shit actually worked, because she gave in and gave us Monday and Tuesday off. Only problem with that, though, was that I had things that were due for Strauss by Monday morning, and if I wasn’t coming into work that day, then I needed to get it done before going home.

So, when they asked me and Hotch if we wanted to go with them to the bar, he and I answered at the same time. He had thought that we were going straight home, but when I said I had to finish some work, he backtracked to ask me what I meant. I explained and he said that he would stick around to help me, but I could see in his eyes just how tired he was, and I didn’t think it was fair to make him stay up, especially since we were supposed to go to Jack’s soccer game the next day, and he needed to be well rested in order to support Jack. Morgan cut in by offering to drive me home after we were done, since he was “also staying to do some work”.

Hotch searched my eyes, “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Just go get some sleep. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Okay,” he whispered. He grabbed my hand and tugged lightly, pulling me close to him. His hand released mine before cupping my face, and he kissed me. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Hotch parted from me and shook Morgan’s hand. “Straight home the second you guys are done.”

“Yes, sir,” Morgan nodded with a smile, knowing that Hotch was just teasing in his own way.

Hotch waved bye to me as him and the rest of the team headed towards their cars, and Morgan and I headed inside the building. Up in the office, I sat at my desk and collected everything I needed to work on. Morgan grabbed his chair from his desk and dragged it over to mine. I chuckled and commented that I thought he had his own work. He lied by telling me that it could wait, and he took half of the work I needed to do for himself. I didn’t argue against it, honestly. He was there, offering to help, and I just wanted to get home to Hotch as fast as I could. We had some time off, and he was under a lot of stress, and I had an idea or two about how to take his mind off of things. That was what encouraged me to take on Morgan’s help and just try to speed through the work as fast as we could.

Few hours later, as the sun was starting to come up, Morgan and I finally finished all of the work. I sighed and slumped back in my chair, pouting up at Morgan. “Come on, sunshine,” he cooed, pushing himself to his feet, “I gotta get you home before Hotch starts to worry and ends up killing me for not taking you back home sooner.”

I groaned, “Can’t I just… fall asleep here and ask for Hotch’s forgiveness later?”

“Nope, because I do not have a death wish. You might, but I don’t.” Morgan took my hand and pulled me onto my feet. I whined again before collecting all our work in my arms to take to Strauss’s office. “Put a little pep in your step, go on.”

I stuck my tongue out at him before turning on my heels to walk to Strauss’s office. The door was unlocked, so I stepped right in and put down all of the files on her desk before hurrying out. Her office reeked of witch’s brew, I swear. I hated the bitch herself, but even her office was unpleasant. How was that even possible? Honestly, I didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out.

Morgan was holding both of our go bags when I came back. If he wasn’t before, he was now just as eager to get home as I had been the entire time. I grabbed my bag from him and we headed out to his car. As people were flooding into the office for the day, we were only just leaving, which caught the attention of a few. On our way out of the parking lot, I asked if Morgan would mind stopping at a drive thru so that I could grab Hotch some breakfast as my “sorry for not coming home when I said I would” gift. Morgan told me that I was lucky that he was hungry, too, and that was the only reason he was going to take me. I knew that was what he said, but he was actually dying to get food and didn’t view my question as an imposement.

While in the drive thru after ordering, waiting behind a line of cars to get up to the window to pay and get our food, I texted Hotch good morning and that I had a surprise for him. Actually, I had multiple surprises, but he didn’t need to know that. I was just excited to get home, spend some time with him, then go to Jack’s game in the afternoon, then maybe take him and Haley out for dinner. It was going to be a good day.

Hotch’s lack of response didn’t surprise me. It had only been a few hours, and if he had only just fallen asleep, he wasn’t going to wake up just for a text. If I really cared enough to bother him, I could have just called since his phone always had the ringer on, but I wanted to let him sleep. The text was more precautionary than anything. While I certainly had some surprises in mind, I didn’t need them to be ruined by the fact that I didn’t listen to him and he would inevitably try to punish me for it. So, it was better to be safe than sorry by sending a text his way.

Morgan’s phone started to buzz as we pulled up to the window. He answered the call while simultaneously handing the drive thru employee his credit card. He sighed and looked over at me, which told me that our long weekend wasn’t going to actually be a weekend at all now. Whatever it was, it had to be important enough for JJ to call us back in after just getting off another case.

“Yeah, they’re here with me,” Morgan said into the phone before grabbing his card back. He reached back out the window to grab the bag of food. “Text me the address. We’ll meet you there.” He handed me the food and started driving. “Yeah, call Hotch again. Okay. Yeah. Sure, sure. See you in a few.”

“So much for our long weekend,” I said to him as he hung up and threw the phone into the cupholder.

“I don't get it. Is there really no one else Strauss can give these cases to? It’s like she enjoys giving us something, just to take it away right before it’s ours.”

“She’s a bitch, we already knew that.”

Morgan chuckled, “You’re telling me.”

I noticed that we weren’t driving back to the office. Morgan was taking us towards D.C. “Why aren’t we meeting at the office?” I asked.

“JJ says that it’s an emergency and we need to go straight to the crime scene.”

“Geez,” I mumbled. “It must be bad.”

When we arrived at the crime scene, Rossi and Emily were already waiting outside for us. None of us were happy that our long weekend had been cut short before it even technically started. I asked if they got any sleep, and they said they got about an hour, but that was it. JJ had told us all the same thing: go straight to the crime scene because it was urgent. That was it. Not very interesting, and it certainly didn’t sound that urgent. We all agreed to head up together, anyhow.

JJ and Reid were already up in the apartment where the crime scene was located. Reid was taking a look at the body on the floor while JJ was talking to the lead detective on the case. As we walked in, Morgan and Rossi went to introduce themselves to the detective, Emily went to look around the apartment, and I crouched down next to Spencer to examine the body with him.

The victim was lying on his back, his eyes open and staring up at the ceiling. He had been shot once in the chest, and from the diameter of the wound, it looked like it was an up-close kill with a revolver of some kind— Reid would know more about the specifics of the weapon used if I needed to know. There were no other wounds. No sign of a struggle, no sign of torture, no sign of post-mortem abuse. So why had we been called in for this case?

“His name was Nelson Martinez,” the detective addressed our team. “From what we can figure, he answered his door, was forced into the apartment at gunpoint, then shot in the chest.”

“Doesn’t seem like an organized killer at all,” I said, pushing on my knees to stand up.

Morgan agreed. “Why have you asked for our help on this case?”

The detective nodded like he was the question coming. “Two days ago, we got a call from a local doctor named Tom Barton. He’s somewhat popular in the community because of all of the fancy awards he’s been given over the years. Anyhow, he said that he found a note addressed to him at the hospital he works at. The letter stated that this person was going to kill Dr. Barton’s son, and that if he tries to hide his son in order to protect him, someone else will die each day in his place.”

“And you think that this murder is connected… how, exactly?” Emily asked, returning from the bedroom down the hall.

“The note was signed by L.C. This murder, and the ones over the past two days have all been accompanied by those very initials being written in chalk next to the bodies.”

Sure enough, there were the letters L.C. written right beside Mr. Martinez’s body.

“Where’s Barton and his son now?” Rossi asked. We knew that the next step was figuring out how the Bartons ended up in this position, and how we were going to protect the son without letting anyone else die in his place. “Have they been alerted that these murders have actually been taking place?”

“They’re both at home. They know about the other two, but they don’t know about this one yet,” JJ said.

“We should head there and talk with him and his son to figure out who’s doing this,” Morgan said.

I looked around the room, “Where’s Hotch?”

JJ shrugged, “I tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. He probably fell asleep and his phone’s just on vibrate. I’ll tell him to meet us at Barton’s house.”

“Wait, no— that’s not possible,” I told her. “Hotch never puts his phone on vibrate, and he always picks up the phone, no matter who’s calling.”

“It was already hard enough pulling all of your asses out of bed,” she chuckled. “I’m sure he’s just out of it. He’ll meet us when he wakes up. We’ll be fine without him for a few hours.”

“JJ, I’m telling you that Hotch would have picked up the phone. Let me go home and check on him. If he’s just asleep, I’ll drag him out of bed myself.”

Rossi stepped in my path and decided to pull rank with me. “You can’t be worried about this right now. Hotch is a big boy, he can take care of himself. For now, let’s work this case, alright?”

I bit my tongue. Why wasn’t anyone believing me? They knew that Hotch was always the first to pick up his phone for anything and anyone. It was unlike him to not answer his phone— even if he were dead asleep. His phone always woke him up and he always answered. Something was wrong, and the team wouldn’t listen. It was so aggravating. Not to mention that way Rossi pulled rank on me just to make sure I wouldn’t go checking on one of our team members. That felt so fucked, but there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to get back into Morgan’s car with him and let him drive me to the Bartons’ residence out in the suburbs.

I tried calling Hotch myself as Morgan drove, and he didn’t answer. Maybe there was reason to worry earlier when he hadn’t responded to my text. I hadn’t thought anything of it initially, because, like JJ and the others, I figured that he was probably just asleep; but the fact that he wasn’t answering anyone’s calls meant that he didn’t have his phone, and Aaron Hotchner never went anywhere without his phone. Even if it were dead, he would have called me or someone else from the house phone just to let us know that it was charging back up again in case we needed to contact him. There were so many signs pointing to Hotch being in some kind of trouble, yet I was barred from doing anything about it by my superior.

At Dr. Barton’s house, as everyone was asking him questions about himself, his job, and his son, I was texting Hotch’s phone to see if me spamming his phone would be enough to alarm him and make him pick up the damn phone.

“Focus up,” Morgan whispered, kicking my ankle. I immediately tucked my phone away in my back pocket and cleared my throat to get rid of my guilty face. “He’s fine. You saw him, he looked really tired. Everyone sleeps in by accident sometimes.”

“Not Hotch,” I whispered back. “Never Hotch.”

“Are we boring you two?” Rossi whispered, leaning in between us.

Morgan and I both shook our heads and focused back on the questions Emily and the lead detective were asking Dr. Barton. His son was upstairs, aware that there was some kind of danger to them at the hospital and that the police wanted them to stay home, but he hadn’t told his son that it was because of him that other people were dying. Barton was just trying to comprehend and cope with the fact that someone out there wanted his son dead, and he was just doing his best to protect him. I knew that if it were us and Jack in the same position, I would have done the same thing as Barton.

“Well, I’m not going to send my son to school. I can’t do it. I’m sorry, I know that there are people dying out there because of that decision, but I can’t knowingly send him out there,” Mr. Barton defended.

“We don’t want to send him to school, Mr. Barton. Even if we had you consent to send him, his presence on the campus would only endanger every other student.”

“Why is this happening to us?” Dr. Barton mumbled into his hands as he cleared his face.

“Dr. Barton, whoever is targeting you, they know you. This is personal. They want you to notice them, and until that happens, they’re going to keep killing more people. We need to review everyone you know in order to find out who’s doing this. So, please, before we get started with going through every single name, can you think of anyone with the initials L.C.?”

Dr. Barton let his hands fall from his face before he shook his head.

“All three victims so far were Hispanic men in their late 40’s. Have you had any patients recently that fit that description?”

He shrugged and chuckled, “I’m a trauma surgeon in the D.C. area. I have endless patients, all demographics.”

“Then we’ll start with all of your recent surgeries,” Rossi said. “We’re going to need all of those records.”

“Of course. Anything you need. But, I don’t understand, if he’s mad at me, why not just kill me?”

“We’re not sure yet, Dr. Barton,” Morgan admitted. “But, as soon as we know, you’ll know.”

Just then, a phone started ringing. I reached instinctively for mine before realizing that it was just Mr. Barton’s home phone. I relaxed my shoulders, almost in a disappointed way. Hotch should have called by now. Rossi should have stopped breathing down my neck and let me just go find Hotch. There was no reason to have all six of us present for that interview because I had absolutely nothing to offer while my mind was occupied with other things. Dr. Barton was rightfully concerned about his son, and everyone was all up in arms to help him; but I was worried about Hotch, their friend and boss, and none of them seemed to care. I knew that Hotch and I had a bad track record for worrying too much about each other, but after everything we had been through, could anyone really blame us? Apparently.

“Jeffrey?” Dr. Barton questioned after hearing his son’s voice on the other end of the call. “Where are you?” Morgan was already skipping steps up the staircase behind us to go look in Jeffrey’s bedroom. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

“He’s not up here,” Morgan shouted breathlessly from the upper level.

“He’s at school,” Dr. Barton told us. “Jeffrey—” He paused. “Jeffrey?” He pulled the phone away from his ear to see what happened to the call. His son had hung up on him. “How did this happen?” he asked us.

“He climbed out his bedroom window,” Morgan explained, racing down the steps.

“Stay here with Emily and Reid,” Rossi ordered me before he and JJ followed Morgan to the door.

So now I was being benched. Great. Thanks, Rossi.

Dr. Barton tried to chase after the rest of the team for answers, and to also go with him to collect his son; but they weren't going to get Jeffrey. They were going to watch him and protect him, sure, but they couldn’t take him out of school now that he had appeared there. Whoever wanted to kill Dr. Barton’s son had been watching them, and all he had to do now was wait until Jeffrey was alone to attack. We wouldn’t let that happen, but Dr. Barton had to stay at home with me, Reid, and Emily in order to help us find the Unsub.

“Dr. Barton, we promise that we’ll protect your son, but we need you to stay here with us to help us find who’s doing this,” Emily explained after stepping in front of Dr. Barton before he could get to the door.

I stepped to the side to call Garcia.

“Good morning, sugarplums,” Garcia greeted.

“Hey, love, I need a couple favors.”

“Favors are my specialty.”

“Can you send us every medical record in relation to a trauma surgeon in the D.C. area named Dr. Barton. We need the files of everyone he has operated on in the past six months, at least.”

“That’s hundreds of files.”

“I know. We need them all.”

Garcia sighed, “Since you asked so nicely, you shall receive.”

“Thanks, Garcia. Another thing…” I stepped into another room to make sure I couldn’t be heard. “Can you track Hotch’s cell phone for me real quick?”

“Hotch? Isn’t he with you?”

“No… Everyone’s telling me he just accidentally slept in, but I need to know for sure since Rossi won’t let me go check on him.”

“Alright, give me on second…” she drifted her words as she started to focus. I could hear her typing in the background for a brief moment before she stopped. “It looks like he’s home. Do you want me to give him a call for you?”

“Please. Thank you, Garcia.”

“No worries, buttercup. I’ll email all of those files you need, and you guys can print them out yourselves.”

“You’re an angel.”

“I know,” she giggled before hanging up abruptly.

So Hotch was at home. That was one worry off of my list, I supposed. He was at home, which meant that he was safe. Maybe everyone was right this whole time about him just being in bed, and that I was overreacting. We had a case to work on, and Hotch sleeping at home wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I knew in the back of my mind that if the roles were reversed, Hotch would be trying to solve this case as fast as possible so that he could home to me. I just needed to follow the laws of WWAHD? — What Would Aaron Hotchner Do? Aaron Hotchner would be sitting down in the living room with Dr. Barton and going through every bit of evidence to see what we knew about the Unsub. That was step one.

I put my phone away and walked back to the living room where Reid and Emily were sitting with Dr. Barton. “Garcia’s going to send over all of the files for us to print,” I told them. “For now,” I groaned as I sat down on the couch with them, “let’s review what we know.”

I picked up the letter that had been sent to Dr. Barton at his office two days ago. Spencer had probably already run psycho linguistics on it himself, but I needed to see it for myself. The immediate and obvious conclusion was that the Unsub was male. The message was very simple and dumbed down— more direct, if you will. Women liked to be more ostentatious with their wording, but men liked to get right to the point. The fact that the first sentence got right to the point of “I’m going to kill your son” rather than something along the lines of “You have hurt me in this or that way, and so because of that, I’m going to kill your son”, it was a telltale sign that we were dealing with a man. Only one man, at that, too. The use of “I” repetitively compared to a “we” or avoiding any pronouns altogether, meant that we were right about this being some kind of personal vendetta between the Unsub and Dr. Barton.

Step two of WWAHD? was next. Hotch always wanted our opinions on everything, even if he had already come to the conclusions himself. Reid had been sitting down and looking at all of this evidence much longer than either Emily or I had, so I decided that he was going to be my guinea pig.

“What do you know about this guy?” I asked Reid.

“He’s specifically targeting Jeffrey rather than Dr. Barton himself, which leads me to believe that our Unsub is a father himself— perhaps he even lost his son in some way, and he wants Dr. Barton to lose his son, as well. He has spent time watching the Bartons, which means that he is likely unemployed— which, if it happened recently, could be a possible stressor.”

Emily stood to leave as her phone pinged with all of the files from Garcia.

“The only thing I can’t figure out, though,” Reid continued, “is why he’s specifically targeting forty-year-old Hispanic males.”

“Maybe that’s what he is, and he’s lashing out against himself vicariously?” I questioned.

“No… If that were the case, he would have just killed Dr. Barton and Jeffrey immediately, then killed himself. He wouldn’t be taunting for attention like this.”

“So, we’ve narrowed down hundreds of cases to, maybe, a few hundred? How are we supposed to go through all of this in the next five hours?” Dr. Barton asked us. “Even with the four of us looking, it’s going to take too long. We need a better plan!”

“Dr. Barton’s right,” I spoke up.

We didn’t have enough manpower, he was right about that; but I saw a window of opportunity with that remark to tell them that if I found Hotch, he could help us out, and that was convincing enough for Dr. Barton. He didn’t need to know who Hotch was or why I needed to find him, he only cared that there was someone else out there who could lend a hand. So before Emily could come back to stop me or Reid could argue that I should stay, I jumped up from the couch and hurried out of the house.

As I pulled up to our house, I spotted Hotch’s car still sitting in the driveway. I parked just behind it, then headed over to peek into the windows, just to make sure that there wasn’t anything suspicious inside. Maybe he left his phone in the car when he got home because he was that tired? No. Nothing out of the ordinary in the car, so I walked up the brick path in front of the house, jogged up the three steps in front of the door, and pulled out my key to unlock it. As I pushed the key into the lock, the door opened up with ease without me even having turned the key. I froze for a moment before quickly pulling out my gun. I carefully pushed the door open a little further to take a look at the door frame to see if anything was broken. No clear sign of forced entry. Maybe Hotch just forgot to close the door behind him, but I couldn’t be too careful. I had seen enough crime scenes of dumb, naive people who walked into their open homes, thinking that it was safe, and they ended up a murder victim. I wasn’t going to take the same chance.

I pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped into the house with my gun raised. Hotch’s keys and the stack of mail that had collected in our mailbox since the beginning of the Canada case were resting on the table by the front door. So Hotch had come home, locked up the car after getting out, grabbed the mail, unlocked the door, put the keys and mail down, then what?

I closed the door behind me and locked it to make sure that if someone were in the house with me, they wouldn’t have a clear shot of running out if I found them. I looked to the living room on the left. Hotch’s suitcase was on the couch, which wasn’t unusual if he was extremely tired, so I took a few steps further into the living room and checked around the back of the couch. The bar cart that was pressed against the back of the couch was missing one of the decanters, and I soon found out why when I looked down at the floor. There was glass on the floor, just a few steps away from the bar cart. It didn’t look like the decanter had been dropped, more like thrown. Just beside the broken glass, there was a pool of blood. I cringed slightly as my heart jumped in my chest when I looked back up from the floor to find a bullet hole in the wall.

Someone had been there. The bullet hole was the size of a shotgun blast, not a pistol, which meant that it couldn’t have been Hotch who shot the wall. The big question, though, was who did the blood belong to? Hotch or someone else? There were no drag marks on the ground, no trails of blood. If it was Hotch, he would have tried to get up off the ground and head to another room like the kitchen to grab a knife or the dining room to grab the house phone. So no sign of a struggle besides the glass on the floor. Had someone snuck up on Hotch and he threw the bottle at them so that he could get away, and that was how the blood got there? No, there wasn’t any blood on the glass.

None of it made sense. Nothing in the living room pointed to who had been bleeding, and nothing pointed to where Hotch was. So I had to keep moving. I went through the kitchen first. All of the knives were still there, the dishwasher was beeping to let us know that it was clean, but nothing else seemed noticeable. In the dining room, everything was just as we had left it before leaving for Canada. The phone was on the side table, the faux flowers were in the center of the dining table, and all of the expensive china was still in the case on display. So we hadn’t been robbed.

I moved up the stairs that were in the hallway just past the dining room. No scuff marks anywhere on the walls or the floor. Mine and Hotch’s office was clear. He wasn’t sitting at his desk, and mine looked identical to how I remembered leaving it. No one had been in there. Jack’s room was the same, but I made sure to check the closet, just in case someone was hiding in there, but there was nothing. The last place to look was mine and Hotch’s room at the end of the wall. I proceeded with caution, careful to avoid the spots on the floor that had a tendency to creak. The bed was empty and made, like no one had even laid down in it, which crossed out the chance that Hotch had been asleep this whole time.

Shit.

Hotch’s phone wasn’t on the bedside table, either, which was where he liked to keep it when he went to sleep. I pulled the drawer open to find that his credentials and gun were also missing. He hadn’t come upstairs. He was never up there. Something happened in the living room. Something happened to Hotch. I had been telling everyone all day that I was worried of this very thing, and they all told me it wasn’t a big deal. I knew that Hotch wouldn’t just ignore our calls. I knew it and no one listened. How could they not listen?

The last place to check was the closet. Maybe if Hotch had come home and something happened, and he was looking for a place to hide, he could’ve gone into our closet, right? But there was nothing in there, just like everywhere else. No sign of Hotch and no sign of what actually happened. The only thing out of place on the upper floor was the fact that Hotch’s underwear drawer was wide open. Hotch was a neat freak when it came to the house. He hated it when drawers were left open, or if lights were on for too long, or if the thermostat was set to a different temperature than how he had set it himself. He never kept his drawers open. Ever. I think he would have rather died than left a drawer open. And there were plenty of times where he had even yelled at me for the habit of not closing my drawers.

I holstered my weapon and sat on the edge of the bed. 

What happened? I guessed that the living room scene could have been easy enough to figure out for myself if I went back down to investigate, but the drawer was throwing me for a loop. It was clear to me that Hotch hadn’t once come upstairs after getting home. There was no proof that he had except for the drawer, but why leave it open? Was he trying to tell me something happened? As if the crime scene downstairs didn’t make it obvious enough. Was he looking for something? In his underwear drawer, of all places? No. That obviously didn’t make sense. 

I pulled my phone out and called Garcia.

“Hey, I sent over all of the files, did you get them?” she asked me before I could even open my mouth.

“Uh, I don’t know, I’m not with Emily and Reid right now. I came back to my house to check on Hotch, but he’s not here…. Garcia, something happened…”

“What do you mean?” she asked with worry.

“I— I don’t know. There’s blood and broken glass in the living room, but no body and no sign of a struggle. The only other thing that’s out of place, Garcia, is his underwear drawer in our bedroom. That’s it. I can’t figure out what happened here.”

“His… underwear drawer?”

“It’s wide open and it looks like someone had been looking for something in there. Garcia— There’s blood downstairs and a shotgun sized bullet hole in our wall, and I don't know where Hotch is. I need you to send a forensics team down here ASAP.” I took in a breath as I finally faced the truth, “I think someone took him.”

“Wha— Are you sure? Oh, my god— I… I’m sending a whole army right now—”

“Garcia,” I cooed calmly. I knew that if she freaked out, I would freak out. She just needed to keep her shit together long enough for me to finish talking to her. “I’m going to call Emily and Reid because they’re expecting me back, but you can’t tell the others. They need to keep working on the Barton case.”

“Okay,” she answered before hanging up.

I started dialing Emily’s number. The phone rang three times before she picked up. “Hotch is missing,” I told her immediately. “There’s blood downstairs, and he’s gone.”

“What are you talking about?” she questioned.

“Hotch— He’s gone, Emily. Garcia’s sending a forensics team to look at the crime scene. I’m going to stay here to help find him, but you and Reid should stay with Dr. Barton to look through all of the records.”

“No, no, no. Reid can handle it. We’ve narrowed it down to less than a hundred, they don’t need me right now. I’ll be at your place in a few minutes.”

“Emily—”

“It’s going to be alright.”

That was the first time anyone had told me that. All morning, people lied to tell me that things would be okay just to make sure I wouldn't get distracted from the case, but Emily actually meant it and was trying to be helpful. That meant all the difference.

“Walk me through everything. Tell me what you think could have happened,” she told me. I could hear another car starting up on her end of the call as she started driving to our house.

I nodded to myself and carried my phone back downstairs to the living room to get another look at everything. “Okay, so if I were Hotch…” I started at the front door. “I came home, and I grabbed the mail before coming inside. I dropped my keys and the mail on the table before turning around to lock the door and turn off the alarm.” I checked the alarm log quickly. Hotch had gotten home about fifteen minutes after leaving work, which was normal. Before that, though, the alarm had been on the entire time we were off in Canada. No one else had turned it off before Hotch. “I walk over into the living room and drop my briefcase on the couch,” I reenacted Hotch’s movements while telling Emily. “I’m tired, but that case was long, and I’m waiting up for Y/N to come home, even though they told me not to. I decide to pour myself a drink to help forget and pass the time.” I went back to the bar cart and stood right in front of it like Hotch would have. My back was to the hallway that led to the dining room and the back door of the house. Anyone could have snuck up behind me. I looked up from the bar cart and looked out the window. “It was still dark, so I would have seen my reflection, and if someone was trying to sneak up behind me, I would have seen them, too— so I turned around and threw the decanter at the Unsub to give myself a chance to run. The Unsub fired his weapon, missing Hotch, and instead hitting the wall.” There was no blood around the hole, which meant that it hadn’t touched Hotch at all. “Since it was a shotgun, he would have needed time to reload, time which he didn’t have if he was going to catch up to me while I was trying to run away.” I looked down at the pool of blood on the floor. “Maybe the Unsub hit Hotch’s head with the butt of the gun?” No, there was too much blood for that. “If I can’t shoot someone and I need to quickly kill them, the next best thing is what I could have on me already: a Swiss Army knife, maybe— or, really, any kind of knife.” That was why there was so much blood. If it was Hotch who had been stabbed, then he had been bleeding out on the floor, hence why there was no trail of blood. But why wasn’t he still there?

“Maybe he was wrapped in something?” Emily offered up.

I shook my head, “No. The carpets are all still here.”

“Okay. Well, the techs are on their way. If the Unsub brought anything with him to wrap Hotch in, they’ll find traces of it.”

Just then, sirens and lights approached the road outside of our house. I went to the window and saw three different trucks pull up. One team of investigators, one team for forensics, and one team to start a search in the area to see if Hotch had run away or been dumped somewhere close by. As I invited them all inside and they got to work, I watched them turn my home into a crime scene. They put markers around the blood, the gunshot, and the glass. I told the forensics team to check the stairs and the bedroom for any small traces of blood, or any fingerprints that didn’t belong to anyone in our family.

It felt so… weird… I never thought that in a million years my house would become the very thing Hotch and I feared most. This wasn’t supposed to happen to us. We were the ones who stopped crime. We didn’t know how to be the victims of one. Not like this, at least.

 Emily pulled up to the house and met me in the doorway. She looked like she was about to hug me, but I dodged it to show her inside. I didn’t do it to be rude but because my focus wasn’t on finding comfort for myself, it was on finding Hotch. Emily being worried about me was just a distraction that we didn’t have time for.

“I have to ask you questions,” Emily told me.

I understood why. If this were any other case, we would have immediately sat down with the family to get a sense of who the victim was and why someone would want to hurt them. If we were going to find Hotch, we needed to go about it like every other case because that system was practically flawless. So I sat down on the couch with Emily while the forensics team searched the rest of the house.

“Was Hotch in any rush to get home?” she asked. I shook my head. The whole team was there when we said goodbye, but we had to run through every question imaginable. “He didn’t seem eager to get here for something?”

“I wanted him to get some sleep because he hasn’t slept since we left for the Canada case, and we’re supposed to go to Jack’s soccer game at 3. I just wanted to make sure that he was well rested for Jack. But, no, there wasn’t anything that he had to hurry home for.”

“Does Hotch like to drink a lot when he gets home?”

“No. He likes to drink if there’s a special occasion or if there’s a really bad case that he needs to forget about… But he doesn’t drink often, and he doesn’t really like to get drunk.”

I knew why she had asked that. At a first glance, with the broken decanter, it just looked like Hotch might have accidentally dropped it and cut his hand while trying to pick up the glass. But there was far too much blood for that to be true— not to mention the huge ass hole in our wall now. Even if it were the case that Hotch broke the decanter, Hotch didn’t get stupid when he was drunk. Emily asked me what I meant by that, and I had to tell her the truth. Hotch got handsy when he was drunk, but never stupid. He wouldn’t have tried to pick up the glass with his hands, or whatever one could possibly hypothesize about that. Someone had broken into our house and done this to Hotch.

“Agent Greenaway,” Anderson came into the living room after coming down from upstairs, “Garcia told us that Agent Hotchner’s phone had been tracked here, but we can’t find it. Do you have it?”

I shook my head, “I couldn’t find his phone, nor his gun or badge.”

“We found his gun and badge. They had been dumped into the trash in the kitchen.”

I cocked a brow and grabbed my phone again to call Hotch. How did it say that his phone was in the house, but we couldn’t fucking find it? That made no sense. I pressed Hotch’s contact and waited for the phone to ring. I jumped in my own skin as the ringer went off right beneath us, just under the couch. Anderson crouched down behind the couch and grabbed the phone as it was still ringing.

“Well, that crosses off the chance that it was on vibrate,” I said, annoyed. Everyone had kept telling me that he couldn’t hear it because the ringer was off, but I knew that Hotch always had it on the highest volume— especially since New York because his hearing still wasn’t 100% yet.

My phone started ringing and the screen lit up with Garcia’s name. I answered the call. “Did you find him?”

“Maybe,” she responded. “I called nearly every hospital within a fifty mile radius of your house to see if any of them had an Agent Aaron Hotchner—”

“—I’m his emergency contact, they would have called me first. And they found his credentials here, they wouldn’t know—”

“I know, I know. That’s why this is weird. Just listen. Someone dropped a John Doe off at St. Sebastian Hospital, and the someone who dropped him off was FBI Agent Derek Morgan.”

My heart sank. Morgan was at the school still with Jeffrey and the team. He didn’t have anything to do with this. Even if he did, he would have called me about it as soon as he could. So who would possibly impersonate Morgan?

My heart wrenched in my chest and I looked up at Emily. “George Foyet did this. The Reaper took Morgan’s credentials the night he was attacked. He’s the only one who would have had Morgan’s badge.” Emily and I were both up on our feet. “Garcia, which hospital did you say this was at?”

“St. Sebastian.”

We ran out to the car Emily had driven there. Emily jumped into the driver’s seat and I jumped into the passenger’s. I thanked Garcia for her help and told her again to not tell anyone else about this. They would know after this case, and I’d call her with an update once we would get to the hospital. She told us to be safe and that my secret was safe with her before I hung up.

At the hospital, Emily and I raced up to the front desk and asked where the recently admitted John Doe was after flashing our badges in the nurse’s face. She told us that he was in room 352 on the third floor. Emily was the one who thanked the nurse because I was already at the elevator, impatiently pressing the “up” button. I looked at the digital screen just above the elevator to see which floor it was coming from, and it said the sixth floor, and it wasn’t moving yet. I cursed under my breath. I could run up the staircase and be there faster than just waiting around for the elevator, so that was exactly what I did. Emily called after me, trying to keep up as I skipped step, but I didn’t stop or slow down.

When we reached the third floor, I pulled the door open and ran into the hallway to find a floor directory right in front of me. I approached quickly and used my finger to skim all of the floor plan for room 352. I turned to the right and started hauling ass towards the room.

345. 346. 347. 348. 349. 350. 351. 352.

I came to a screeching halt, catching myself on the door frame to make sure I wouldn’t accidentally run past, and I took a look into the room. There was a nurse standing next to the patient on the bed, taking notes on all of his vitals. He was hooked up to an oxygen machine, a heart rate monitor, three different IVs, a catheter, and a blood bag. I stepped into the room to get a better look, and the nurse stopped taking her notes to acknowledge me.

“You can’t be in here,” she insisted.

“That’s my boyfriend,” I told her, hurrying over to Hotch’s other side after noticing that it really was him. He was out of it, but he was still breathing. “What happened?” I took his hand in mine.

“Ma’am, I'm going to have to ask you to step outside. This room is for family only.”

I pulled my credentials out and showed them to her while still watching Hotch. “What happened to him?” I repeated.

She sighed as I put my ID away. “He was stabbed nine times, but none of them hit any major artery.” So I had been right about the knife. “Honestly, it’s a miracle he’s even alive. He lost a lot of blood. I don’t think he'd still be alive if it weren’t for that other agent.”

I looked at her. She meant Foyet, posing as Derek. “Is the other agent still here?” She shook her head. “When is he going to wake up?”

“The anesthesia should wear off in a few minutes here. He’ll be awake, but he’ll be out of it for a while. I suggest you grab a seat if you’re going to wait for him to regain consciousness.”

I took the nurse’s advice as she put down Hotch’s medical chart and left the room. Emily traded places with her in the door. I asked her why she had taken so long to follow me in, and she told me that Anderson called to say that they were done checking the house. There were no fingerprints, the only blood in the house was Hotch’s, and they still couldn’t figure out either why Hotch’s underwear drawer was open. I asked if there was any good news, and she only shook her head as she took the other seat in the room across from me.

“Anderson says that they’re taking Hotch’s badge and gun to the office. He said that Hotch’s day planner wasn’t in his briefcase, but it was on the table by the front door, under all of the mail. Is that a usual spot for it?”

I shook my head. “Hotch carries it everywhere. All of our schedules are in there, and all of Hotch’s contacts are in there.” I looked up at her with wide eyes, “Was it open?” She shook her head. So then why the hell was it there? Honestly, my best guess was that Hotch might have grabbed it to take a look at when Jack’s game was and forgot to put it back before he grabbed a drink. We wouldn’t know until Hotch would wake up. “I was supposed to go home with him,” I whispered to her like it was some huge secret that I was ashamed of admitting. “We were supposed to go home together, but I wanted to stay at the office to do work… Who does that? I could have just taken my work home with me.”

“You can’t do that to yourself, Y/N. You can’t change the past, so it’s not worth asking yourself what would have happened if you went home with him. You shouldn’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control.”

“But I am… I have to blame myself. He wouldn’t be here if there were two of us against Foyet.”

“You don’t know that. He could have tried to kill you, too.” Emily reached over for Hotch’s medical sheet to see if she could find any good news about him to lift my spirits. “Wait…” she furrowed her brows after she spotted something.

I perked up with worry, “What? What is it?” I squeezed Hotch’s hand unconsciously.

“L.C. Look, it says L.C. on here,” she showed me the sheet. Right above Hotch’s name, in bright red ink, were the same two letters that were connected to the Barton investigation. Emily jumped out of her seat, “I’m going to go ask the nurse what this means.”

I watched her leave until she turned the corner. When we were alone, I turned back to Hotch. With my free hand, I brushed his hair back gently so that I could see his face. He looked so peaceful, like he hadn’t just been attacked by the Reaper in our own home. He didn’t look like he was in pain, which was a relief of some kind. As I cupped his cheek with my palm, I brought his knuckles up to my mouth and kissed them gingerly. For the first time all day, a silent tear fell down my cheek. I tried to smile for him, to keep the brave face I knew he would have for me if the roles were switched. He would want me to wake up to his smiling face to make sure I wouldn’t freak out, and I knew that I had to do the same for him now.

Emily came running back in, “We’ve got a problem.”

I looked back up at her, “What is it?”

“L.C. stands for ‘Living Children’. It’s used in hospitals when they aren’t sure if the patient will have to be put on life support. As I was calling Reid to tell him, Dr. Barton ran out of the house, and next thing I hear is a gunshot.”

“Oh, my god… Emily, you should go.”

“There’s no point. I already called 911 and Rossi, they’ll all get there before me.”

“You have to get there. If they notice that we’re gone, Spencer’s going to have to tell them the truth.”

“They’re probably already there…” she admitted.

Shit. I supposed that they were going to find out soon enough, anyhow. Now it was only a matter of minutes before I’d get a call from Rossi, yelling at me for not listening to orders, or a call from Morgan about me not keeping him in the loop. I knew it was coming, it was just down to when and who would call first.

Ten more minutes passed of sitting in the hospital room with Emily, waiting for a call or for Hotch to wake. Nothing was happening, and counting the minutes certainly wasn’t helping my anxiety. I knew that Emily meant no harm by telling me about what L.C. meant— in fact, she was trying to help by giving another piece of the puzzle towards the Barton investigation. But when she told me that the letters were for patients who were under coma watch… They put that on Hotch’s sheet for a reason. The nurse had told me that he was going to wake up soon, but soon wasn’t coming fast enough, and every minute that he didn’t wake up was another minute of the letters L.C. staring at me.

And then the dreaded phone call came. I exchanged a glance with Emily after seeing that it was Morgan who was calling me. She silently nodded an encouragement, and I answered.

“Why the hell did you not call me when you found out?” Morgan ranted on the other end of the call before my finger was even off the answer button.

“You guys needed to focus on the case. Is Reid okay?”

“The Unsub shot him in the leg, but he’s going to be fine. We’re driving to the hospital behind the ambulance now. We’re about five minutes out.”

My breath shook as I inhaled sharply. “He’s okay,” I told Emily. “He’s…” I sniffled. “He’s okay.”

Morgan was silent for a moment. I could tell that his anger was turning into worry, so he was giving me a second to compose myself. Then, he finally asked, “Is Hotch okay?”

I sniffled again and shook my head, though he couldn’t see me. My silence was answer enough. I knew that if I tried to answer him, I was going to break down, and I couldn’t do that. Not now. Not when Hotch needed me to be strong. So, I hung up on Morgan before anything else could be said. Emily was quiet; however, I could tell that there was something important on the tip of her tongue—something she wanted to console me with, but I wasn’t listening to anything. I was just staring at Hotch’s blank, resting face. He wasn’t okay. I wanted to believe that he was, and I wanted to listen to everyone when they would tell me that he’d be alright, but I was looking at him, and some part of my soul knew that he was never going to be okay again. Some piece of me knew that this was just the beginning.

And then the team showed up five minutes later, just as Morgan promised. Emily welcomed them into the room, but I didn’t budge. I was still at Hotch’s side. I was intent on watching him until he would wake up. It didn’t matter if it would be another few seconds or hours or days, I was going to be there, waiting. And the wait wasn’t going to be patient. At some point, I was going to start shaking him awake or threatening to leave him just to get him to crack a smile. Some part of me wished that he really were just playing pretend. I was praying that he was really awake, but he was keeping his eyes closed in order to trick me, and at any moment he would wake up and tell me that this was all some kind of sick joke.

Another few minutes passed as Rossi and Morgan talked with Emily quietly in the corner. That was when I noticed Hotch twitch and shuffle in his hospital bed. My face softened and I reached out to hold him. “Hey…” I cooed with a smile. Hotch’s eyes started fluttering open and my grip around his hand tightened as my heart swelled.

Hotch swallowed hard, trying to lubricate his dry throat after sleeping with his mouth open for so long. “Where am I?” he whispered.

“You’re in the hospital.”

His thumb drew a circle over one of my knuckles. “How did I get here?”

“Foyet drove you. Do you remember what happened?”

He nodded, “I had just gotten home… He snuck up behind me and pointed his gun at me and told me to turn around. He told me that I should have taken his deal… Then he shot the wall to try and scare me, but when it didn’t work and he was busy reloading, I tried to tackle him, but he saw it coming and he threw me onto the ground…” His heart rate started to pick up. I quietly hushed him and inched closer to the edge of my seat. “I tried to call you,” he admitted, “but he kicked my phone under the couch before I could.” His eyes screwed shut and he winced as he adjusted his body in the bed. “He stabbed me twice before my phone started ringing… He said something about you that I couldn’t hear…” he choked back a cry before it could escape him. He took a moment to collect himself before continuing, “He stabbed me five more times before burying it here,” he pointed to the left side of his abdomen. “He said he was going to look for something and then he left for a few minutes. When he came back, he buried it in my chest one more time,” he pointed to his right side, a few inches above his hip. “That’s when I passed out.”

Foyet had tortured Hotch. That was his style, we all knew it, but this was different. It was more intimate. Foyet wanted Hotch to stay alive for as long as possible to ensure maximum pain, but because Hotch passed out early and Foyet wasn’t done with him yet, so he dropped him off at the hospital to make sure he wouldn’t die.

“I’m going to kill him,” I whispered, tucking my head into Hotch’s shoulder.

“What did he take from us?” Hotch asked as Emily and the rest of the team stepped back into the room.

“The only things that looked out of place were your day planner, and Y/N said that your underwear drawer shouldn’t have been open,” Emily responded.

“My underwear drawer— It was open?” he asked nervously.

Emily nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

“My day planner. Was anything missing or erased?”

“Anderson examined it himself. He said that there was only one page missing, and it was from the contacts section, specifically the page of names starting with B.”

He let go of my hand and desperately started looking around for something. “Where are my clothes?”

I sat upright and grabbed the bag of personal belongings sitting on the table to my right. He opened the bag urgently and pulled out his suit jacket that was covered in blood. I wondered what he was looking for as he reached into one of the inside pockets to retrieve something. He tossed the jacket to the side of the bed as he held a folded piece of paper in his hands. I watched intently as he slowly unfolded it.

My breath hitched and Hotch let out a quiet sob as we saw what Foyet had left for him. Hotch had multiple photos of Haley and Jack around the house, even still when I moved in, but there was one that he kept on his desk of the three of them just after Jack was born. When I was searching the house, I didn’t even realize that it was gone. I didn’t think to see if Foyet had taken any photos.

Hotch handed me the photo. “Haley’s maiden name is Brooks.”

“He stole the B page…” I whispered at the realization. “He knows where they are.” I looked at the clock over the door. “Jack’s getting out of school in ten minutes.”

Hotch took my hand again. “I was hiding something in my underwear drawer. Something important.”

“What was it?” I inquired. He stared into my eyes for a moment, debating on whether or not he wanted to give up the secret. “Aaron, what was it?”

“I was hiding an engagement ring in there. I bought it shortly after we drove home from Cincinnati. I was going to propose after Dallas, but I got too chicken shit.”

“Aaron…”

He looked at Rossi. “He knows where my family is, and he has something to give to his next victim. You have to find them. Please.”

“Morgan,” I said, kicking my chair back. He nodded understandingly and left the room to go call a SWAT team. “I’ll get them,” I told Hotch. “I promise. I love you.”

“I love you,” he told me as I pushed past Rossi and JJ.

The whole team hurried out of the hospital, except for Emily, who promised to keep an eye on Hotch for me. Morgan and I were up front, Rossi and JJ in the back. The hospital was about seventeen minutes away from Haley’s house. Jack was already out of school, which meant that they were probably only just getting home. I tried calling Haley’s cellphone, but she didn’t pick up, so I tried her house phone, but that didn’t work either. Perhaps Foyet had already gotten to them...

As Morgan sped down the highway, Rossi handed me and JJ our vests. Morgan was still on the phone with Garcia who was updating us on the SWAT team’s arrival time. They were only a few minutes ahead of us, but Morgan told them to wait. I wanted to be the first in, just in case Foyet already had them. He wanted Hotch to hurt, right? Well, he’d win if he had me, Jack, and Haley all together. If I went in, I could try talking to him, or at least distract him with the idea of killing me first long enough for Morgan to find another way into the house.

The SWAT team was already waiting outside when we arrived. Morgan was putting on his vest as we all ran up to the house. We knew that we had to be quiet if we wanted to surprise Foyet, so I checked the door first to see if it was unlocked, which it was. The head of the SWAT team asked over the comms if his team was in position, and he heard back that they were ready to go. I elbowed the glass window on the door, breaking it, then reaching through to unlock the door. I pulled my arm back out carefully before pushing the door in quietly. The SWAT team leader told the other units to move in, too.

Morgan had my back as we pushed into the living room, which was empty. Then to the dining room, also empty. JJ’s unit met with us in there after checking the kitchen, and Rossi’s unit met up with us after clearing the basement.

“Jack’s room is to the right; Haley’s is to the left. There’s a bathroom between them,” I whispered as we all collected in front of the staircase.

Two men from the SWAT team went first up the stairs, then our team moved in behind them. At the top of the steps, they split up. Morgan and I moved to the left, towards Haley’s room, while JJ and Rossi went to the right to look in Jack’s room and the bathroom. The SWAT agent who was with us waited for Morgan’s signal, which ended up being Morgan kicking the door in with his foot. The three of us pushed into the room with our weapons raised.

Haley jumped out of her own skin when we busted into the room suddenly. She screamed, threw the laundry she was doing onto the bed, and ripped out her headphones. “Oh, my god!” she shouted, trying to calm herself down when she saw that it was just me and Morgan. “What are you doing!”

Morgan continued further into the room to go look in the closet and master bedroom’s bathroom. I holstered my weapon and approached Haley. “Where’s Jack, Haley?”

“What are you doing here?” she asked again with a hand over her racing heart.

“Aaron was attacked. He’s okay, but he’s in the hospital. We think that someone is looking for you and Jack. Where is he, Haley?”

“He’s at a friend’s house for a playdate before his game.”

“Whose house is he at?”

“Uh…” she thought hard for a second, “Ryan’s. Ryan Locke’s house.”

“That’s five minutes from here,” I told Morgan, both of us already heading back towards the door. JJ exchanged places with us.

“Y/N, what happened to Aaron!” Haley called after me.

“JJ will explain everything!” I yelled back, jumping back down the steps with Morgan right behind me. “Keys,” I told Morgan as we ran to the car. He threw them at me just before I slid into the driver’s seat. I turned the sirens and lights back on and started driving off towards Ryan Locke’s house. “I’ll go up to the house and get him, you stay here, okay? Don’t…” My breath shuttered. “Don’t tell him about Hotch yet. Haley should be the one to explain.” Morgan nodded in agreement. “Just act like everything’s okay.”

“You do know everything’s going to be okay, right?”

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, even though I wasn’t entirely convinced. Hotch had been through a lot. Too much. Since New York, it just felt like he kept getting knocked down and couldn’t catch a break. Every time we thought that things were going to be okay, they just ended up going to shit again. We got lucky with New York. It could have been him who died that night and not Kate. But this thing with Foyet… He had clearly been stalking us. How else would he have known about the ring and the family photo? He told Hotch that he was going to look for something, and in that time, he knew exactly where to find the ring Hotch had been hiding, grabbed the photo of Jack and Haley from his desk, and tore out Haley’s address from Hotch’s day planner. He knew what he was doing. He had planned this. And we didn’t see it coming.

 A few houses down from Ryan Locke’s house, I slowed down, turned off the lights and sirens, then drove calmly into the driveway. I kept the car running as I got out, leaving Morgan behind. I looked around the house and the street to see if there was anyone watching me or the house. Specifically, I was looking for Foyet hiding in a car or behind a tree or something— anything.

I rang the doorbell then turned back to the road to take another look as I waited for Ryan’s mom to open the door. When I heard the lock click, I faced the door again.

“Hello?” Ryan’s mom welcomed cautiously.

“Hi, Mrs. Locke. I’m Y/N— I don’t know if you remember me… I’m dating Aaron...”

I paused to see if my name or face would ring a bell. She took a moment to put the pieces together, but when she did recognize me, her face lit up. “Oh, right! Yes, of course. I’ve seen you and Aaron at some of the boys’ soccer games.”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Listen, I know that Jack just got here for his playdate with Ryan, but something came up, and I need to take him home.”

“Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine,” I lied, “I just need to take him.”

“Will you guys be at the game?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh…”

I nodded, my eyes trying to search what I could see of the house from where I was standing. “Do you mind asking him to grab his things and meet me out here?”

“Oh!” she giggled. “How silly of me. One second.” She closed the door about half way before leaving to go grab Jack for me. I waited again, watching the road. Morgan was still in the car, watching me to make sure no one would come up and get me when my back was turned. “Do you have everything?” I heard Ryan’s mom ask from inside, followed by Jack’s response.

I forced a smile onto my face as I could see Jack running towards the door with his backpack bouncing around on his back. “Hey, little man!” I cheered, crouching down. Jack’s arms were wide open, and I caught him in a hug. I groaned as I stood up with him in my arms. “Did you grow while your dad and I were away?”

He nodded, “I’m almost as tall as you.”

I giggled, “You sure are.”

“Can we get some ice cream?”

“No, we gotta go see your mom at home.” I looked around Jack to thank Ryan’s mother before she closed the door and I started carrying Jack to the car. “Uncle Derek came with me, are you excited to see him?”

Jack nodded as I put him down and opened the back car door for him. He stepped up and climbed in, and I helped him put his seat belt on after he put his bag on the floor. “Hi, Uncle Derek,” Jack greeted. “Can you turn the police lights on?”

Morgan looked over his shoulder and at me, “That’s up to Y/N.”

I squinted at him. He wanted to be the cool uncle, so he didn’t want to have to turn down Jack. He was hoping that I would, but what he forgot was that I was the one who liked to spoil Jack, and Hotch absolutely hated it. I wasn’t about to stop now. So I nodded and told Morgan to go for it. His grin fell in an instant, but mine only grew. Morgan turned on the police lights for Jack and I got back into the car. We drove back to Haley’s house at the speed limit, stopping for every sign and light, and slowing down for any kids in the neighborhood who were playing in the street. 

The SWAT team was already gone when we arrived back at the house, which was nice for not worrying Jack in any way. He grabbed his backpack from the floor, unbuckled himself, and ran inside. Morgan popped his door open like he was about to step out, but I didn’t move. I just sat still, staring straight ahead, lost in thought. I knew what was coming. I knew that Rossi had already called in a favor at Witness Protection. I knew that Foyet was out there, looking for the right time to take Haley and Jack away from Hotch, and this was the right thing to do in order to protect them. But I also knew that it would hurt like hell. I knew that it would be painful to live every day not knowing where Jack was, what he was doing, if he was happy or if he was in trouble. For all I knew, that day could have very well been the last day I would ever see him again…

“Y/N,” Morgan cooed worriedly, closing his car door again. He reached over and peeled one of my hands away from the wheel so that he could hold me. I could tell that his eyes were searching my face for a profile, and I knew that I should’ve met his gaze, yet I still couldn’t move. “It’s going to be alright.”

I sucked in a breath, trying to hold back the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Morgan…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hotch keeps winding up in the hospital, and I keep worrying about Jack to the point I can’t even breathe—” My eyes finally met his as I turned my head to the side. “What am I supposed to do without him?”

Morgan squeezed my hand, a signal to look right into his eyes as he told me something I needed to believe. “You need to do what you need to do.”

What the hell did that even mean? I felt so helpless with the position I was given in all of this. I couldn’t find Foyet, I couldn’t save Hotch, I couldn’t stop Haley and Jack from leaving, I couldn’t protect the people who meant the most to me. I needed answers. I needed someone to tell me how to fix this mess, but no one seemed to know more than me. Morgan wanted to comfort me however he could, but the only way that would matter was the only way he fell short.

“I feel like I could break at any moment… But how am I supposed to do that when I need to put on a smile for the three of them? How am I supposed to pretend like everything’s going to be fine when our whole lives are falling apart?”

“By holding onto hope. You take today, and you don’t let it get you down. You use it as fuel for the fire that pushes you to find this son of a bitch and take him down so that you can have them back. That’s how. Hope. For them. Got it?”

I nodded slightly, wiping away the tear that was running down my cheek. “I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”

“It’s not goodbye,” he shook his head. “It’s just… tell him you’ll see him later. He needs hope, too.”

I looked back at the house to see Haley, JJ, Rossi, and Jack coming out with suitcases, and my heart sank to my stomach. Jack looked so happy still, probably thinking that he was just going on vacation with his mom. I didn’t know how I was possibly going to look into his eyes and tell him “I’ll see you later” while knowing that I might be lying to him. Foyet went unnoticed and underground for decades… He could do it again, just to torture me and Hotch. He could do it, even though the deal was that he would keep killing until we stopped looking for him. We wouldn’t stop, he knew that. He was stealing our family away from us, which meant that we wouldn’t rest until he was away for good and they could come back home to us.

Haley came up to my window and knocked a few times before I started rolling it down. She looked between me and Morgan for a moment before her gaze settled on me. “Aaron’s old friend, Sam Kassemeyer, he works for Witness Protection… He’s going to help us.”

I nodded. “That’s good.”

“He says—”

I stopped her with a raised palm. “I shouldn’t know anything… That’s what’s best for you and Jack.” It killed me to say it because, more than anything, I just wanted to know where they were going, what they were going to do, and if they were going to be happy. I had heard of Sam through Hotch, and I knew that he was good at his job. He would do whatever it would take to protect our family, but rules were rules, therefore I couldn’t know anything… No matter how much it hurt. “None of us should know.”

Haley shifted her weight around on the balls of her feet. “Can you take me and Jack to see Hotch at the hospital first? Sam said he could meet us there so that we can say goodbye.”

My shoulders fell as I hesitated for a beat. “I—” Morgan’s hand squeezed mine again, a silent reassurance that it would be alright. I forced a faux smile onto my face for her sake. “I’d love to.”

She feigned a smile back. “I’ll tell Jack.”

I nodded and watched as she left to go help Rossi and JJ put everything in their car. I rolled the window back up again, and I clutched Morgan’s hand until it started to hurt. “You might need to drive,” I admitted quietly.

“Okay.”

Morgan and I both got out of the car simultaneously, switching seats as Haley and Jack made their way over to our car. JJ and Rossi finished packing up all of Haley and Jack’s necessities in their car, already sitting in the driver and passenger seats, waiting for our signal. Haley helped Jack into the back seat, holding him close to her side as she also got situated.

Morgan focused on getting us to the hospital as fast as possible since their time with Hotch was going to be limited before Sam could come pick them up to take them into protective custody. I had to try and mentally prepare myself for what was about to come. Whatever I was feeling, whatever pain was breaking me down in that moment, Hotch was feeling it tenfold. Jack wasn’t mine; Haley and I were hardly even friends… The pain I felt in response to losing them was probably only a molecule of what Hotch was going through.

When we arrived at the hospital, I led Haley and Jack up to Hotch’s room calmly. Jack brought Red, his toy dinosaur, up with him because it was his good luck charm, and since he was going off on a trip, he needed it for the plane ride. Then, when we got up to the waiting room, Morgan went to go sit with the team so that the rest of us could have privacy.

Haley stepped in my path to stop me in my tracks. “I want to talk to Aaron alone for a bit. Do you mind watching Jack?”

I shook my head. “Of course not. Go for it.” I reached down and lifted Jack into my arms, setting him on my hip as Haley continued on towards Hotch’s hospital room.

Jack started shoving our favorite red dinosaur toy in my face, roaring as he did so. He wanted to play, just like old times, but I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to pretend like everything was alright when it clearly wasn’t. He probably had no idea what was really going on— which was good— but it also meant that I had to play dumb. Like Morgan said, I couldn’t treat this as a goodbye. I had to treat this like I would see my little man again soon and that playing with him this one last time wasn’t going to break my heart into a million little pieces.

I took the toy from Jack with a smile, using it to attack his cheek like it was eating him alive. Jack giggled, trying to use his green Hot Wheels to fend off the attack. I didn’t relent, though. My hold around Jack stayed true as I ambushed him. I thought to myself how this could have very well been the last time I would get the chance to do this with Jack. When I first met Jack, we immediately connected through our love of this stupid red dinosaur toy, and it became tradition for me to play with him whenever he was bored. Our act was that the dinosaur was attacking him, and his green car always came to save him. The dinosaur always lost, but that was part of the fun, since Jack always got to cheer and run around while claiming victory over the beast that was considered to be invincible.

Every second Jack smiled at me, every fleeting moment where he was laughing in my ear, I stopped to take it all in. I never wanted to forget the sound of his laughter. I never wanted to forget just how bright and contagious his smile was. I never wanted to forget how he would wiggle in my arms as we continued to attack each other with our chosen toys. I never… I choked back a sob before Jack could notice. I never wanted to forget how good it felt to hold him in my arms.

This was a goodbye, though I was the only one between us who knew it. It was a goodbye, and we couldn’t even say it to each other. How was I supposed to live with the fact that I wouldn’t get to say it to him: “Goodbye, little man. I love you more than anything. You gave me purpose. You have given me another reason to stay alive. You have given me another reason to keep going at work. You did that, my little superhero. I love you, Jack. I love you… I love you… I love you…”

“Y/N,” Haley peeked her head out into the hallway.

My train of thought drifted away from me as I bounced Jack on my hip to readjust my hold. I stopped playing with Jack as I carried him towards his dad’s room. Jack took the hint, giving up on our game, resting his head on my shoulder. As I got closer to Haley, I could see that she had been crying while talking to Hotch. I didn’t blame her, of course. Just as our lives were crumbling, hers was, too. By knowing Hotch, and being tied to him through Jack, she kept getting roped into danger that she wanted nothing to do with. She was probably just as sick of it as the rest of us, and, honestly, she was probably upset to be leaving Hotch, too. They weren’t like most divorced couples. They still got along, they still loved and cared for each other, and they still both cared about Jack. Having to leave one another was probably just as hard as leaving Jack, too. But this was necessary. They deserved to be safe, to be happy, and to live. If they stayed here, Foyet was going to kill them, Hotch and I had no doubts. This was all for them.

Hotch was sitting upright, trying to find a comfortable way to do so, just to give Jack the impression that he was much better than he really was. After seeing him only a few hours ago after getting out of surgery, I knew that he shouldn’t have been sitting up like that, but what was I supposed to do with Jack there? Morgan told me to put on a smile and to give Jack hope… I needed to just hold on a little longer, to stay as brave as I could for my little man until he was gone.

“Hey, buddy,” Hotch welcomed with a smile. He scooted to the right as I sat down on the side of his hospital bed, setting Jack down on his knees. Hotch looked up at me for a moment, trying to read past my mask of happiness and calmness. “Listen, Jack, you and your mom are going to go on a trip together, and Y/N and I won’t be able to talk to you for a bit–”

“Why?” Jack asked.

Hotch and I exchanged another glance. “You know how Y/N and I go on our superhero adventures all the time?” Jack nodded. “Well, your trip is going to be like that. You get to be your own superhero for a bit. It’s all part of your junior superhero training. Does that sound like fun?” Jack nodded again, this time smiling a bit before it disappeared entirely. “You okay, bud?”

Jack looked up at his dad after looking around the room to see all of the different tubes and wires he was hooked up to. “Are you going to be okay, Dad?”

The only thing I could do to stop myself from breaking into tears then and there was to brush some of Jack’s hair out of his face with my fingers, then kiss the top of his head.

Hotch reached out and petted Jack’s hair after I moved back. “I’m so proud of you, buddy.” He had dodged Jack’s question, not wanting to lie to his son. He wasn’t okay, and he wasn’t going to be okay for a while— especially considering that we wouldn’t get to see him for a very long time. But what Jack didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. “Can you do me a favor?” Jack nodded once more. “Can you give Y/N a Superman hug since I can’t have one?”

Jack turned to me and threw his arms around my neck in an instant. As I pulled him close, I used the opportunity to wipe away my tears before he could see my face. We were both twisted awkwardly since I was still sitting on the bed and he was sitting on his dad’s legs. That didn’t stop Jack, though. Just as he always had, he hugged me as tightly as he could, struggling to do so. I hugged him back, this time a little harder than I ever had before. I wanted to hold him as close as possible for as long as possible. Maybe I could refuse to let go and then I would never have to say goodbye to him. Maybe I could just hold on long enough to convince myself and Hotch that sending them away wasn’t the best option. Maybe I could just have my little man in my arms for a few minutes more.

“I love you, little man,” I whispered to him. “So much.”

“I love you, too.” He squeezed me tighter, managing to push the sob out of my chest before I could catch it. “Why are you crying?”

I realized quickly that it hadn’t been a quiet sob that I could pass off as anything other than being upset that he was leaving. “I’m just going to miss you while you’re away on your trip.”

Jack parted from me slowly, even though I was trying to still hold onto him. “Do you want to look after Red for me?” he asked, holding up the dinosaur for me. “He’ll be safe with you while I’m gone. And then you can give him back when I come home from my mission.”

I wiped my tears away before taking the dinosaur from him. “I’ll protect him with my life. I promise.” I held the dinosaur close to my chest because I couldn’t hold Jack anymore. “Give your dad a hug— just not a Superman one, okay?”

Jack turned back to his dad and carefully leaned forward to hug him. As Hotch’s chin rested on Jack’s shoulder, I watched his face cringe as pain coursed through him. It was probably uncomfortable to move at all, but worse to try to hug someone as they put pressure on his wounded chest. He wanted to hug Jack, though. He didn’t care how much pain he was in, he wanted to hold his son again, one last time.

“Alright, bud,” Hotch sniffled, carefully pushing Jack away. “You’ve got a flight to catch.” He leaned in slightly and kissed Jack’s forehead. “I love you, Jack. More than anything in the world.”

“I love you, too, Dad.” Jack smiled.

Haley approached the bed, coming around to the side I was sitting on. She waited for Hotch to lean back against his pillows again before picking Jack up. Jack hid his face in the crooks of her neck, hugging her neck to make sure he wouldn’t fall out of her arms. Haley looked down at me for a moment, searching for the right thing to say. “Thank you.”

That was what she decided on. I knew what she meant. I knew that there was nothing more to say. She didn’t have to thank me for loving Hotch, for being by his side no matter what, or for loving Jack like he was my own. She didn’t have to say it, but she wanted to because she meant it. I didn’t need her thanks, but to hear it before losing my little man, for what could have been forever, it felt like a relief of some kind.

Before anything else could be said, Haley turned on her heels and carried Jack out. As they walked away, Jack looked up from his mom’s shoulder and waved to me and his dad one last time. I managed to keep my brave face on as I held our favorite dinosaur in one hand and waved back to him with the other.

When they turned the corner, entirely out of view, I dropped my hand and my smile, and looked over at Hotch. Tears were already welling and spilling down my face as Hotch screwed his eyes shut and started crying. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my sleeve, letting a sob fall from my lips. Hotch let out a sigh, trying to not sob any harder than I already was.

“Come here,” he croaked, holding his good arm out for me.

I turned to face him entirely before laying down. Since there was only enough room for him to lay on his back, I was left to lay on my side, curled up under his arm and against his bandaged chest. I finally felt Hotch let out an audible cry as I nuzzled against him, no longer holding back my own tears.

Since that morning, when I walked in to find our house a mess, I had just wanted to break down and sob for hours. Things started off so normal… Morgan and I were just getting breakfast, joking around, and having a good time; all while Hotch was being tortured by Foyet. I wasn’t there when he needed me most. I fucked up and I wasn’t there to save him. And it took me forever to go home to look for him. When I found the blood on the floor, I thought that there was a good chance that Hotch was gone. After everything, especially New York, I thought that I could never be that scared again… But I saw the signs of a struggle and a possible murder, and I thought I lost the love of my life. And then I saw him in this bed, on life support, just out of surgery. It was worse than New York. It was so painful I thought I was going to die.

Hotch tried his hardest to pull me close as another sob finally escaped him. His breathing sputtered, shaking my hold on him slightly. I looked up through my foggy eyes to see that he still had his eyes closed, his lip quivering while he tried to hold everything back.

I squeezed Jack’s toy against my chest, cuddling it as close to me as I was with Hotch. That dinosaur was all we had of Jack now— all that I had of Jack. There was a chance I was never going to hold my little man in my arms again… All I had to hold as a reminder was that toy, squeezing each of the memories out of it. I remembered that first night I finally got to meet Jack. I had shown up to Hotch’s house unexpectedly, unaware that he had Jack for the night. I was so scared to meet Hotch’s son. I thought that maybe Jack wouldn’t like me, or that Haley would hate me and take it out on Hotch by not letting him see his son. I was scared that I would meet Jack and Hotch would suddenly realize that he didn’t want me around anymore. I was petrified, but Jack came over and he asked me to play. He asked me which of his toys was my favorite, and I told him the red dinosaur. I remembered it like it was yesterday, the way he looked up at me with a smile and said, “That’s my favorite dinosaur, too.” And from then on, it became our thing.

Jack took to me immediately— which was the greatest relief of my life. He wanted to see me every chance he got, to play with me when I was free, to sleepover at our house whenever we were in town. He liked asking me for ice cream because he knew that I would give it to him since his dad wouldn’t. He liked how I would help him with his homework, and how I was better at it than Hotch. He liked giving me Superman hugs. He liked hearing about my adventures. He liked it when I would read him stories before bed. He liked it when I would tuck him in. He liked it when I would cuddle him during movies. He liked it when I told him I loved him. He liked it when I said his name. He liked it when his dad and I would take him to the park. He liked it when I would pick him up from school. He liked it when I went to his soccer games. He liked that I would make him breakfast on weekends.

He was my little man, and he was gone. He was my son, and he was gone.

How was I supposed to live now? How was I supposed to function? How was I supposed to breathe? How was I supposed to walk into our house and not think about him? How was I supposed to look at this dinosaur in my hands and not fall to my knees and cry out for him? When was it going to stop hurting? When were Hotch and I going to stop crying? When were we supposed to move on? When could we forget about him so that it wouldn’t be painful to think about him?

He had only been gone a few minutes, and it felt like an eternity. I thought to myself that maybe Morgan would come racing into the room to tell us that they magically caught Foyet before Haley and Jack could even leave the parking lot, and that our junior superhero could come back in and never leave us again.

Jack was our whole world. He meant more to me and Hotch than anything else. I never thought I could love someone the way I loved Hotch and Jack. But I fell in love with both of them the moment I met them respectively, and I hadn’t looked back since. Being apart from Jack during cases was already hard enough, but we had our phone calls, and video chats, and videos that Haley would send us of him playing soccer. We would always leave, knowing that we would come back and get to see him. That was what kept us alive and moving. But now he was gone… It was hard leaving him all those times before, but this… not knowing when or if we’d ever get to see him again… it was the worst feeling in the world. It made me feel like I couldn’t move. All I could do was stay on that bed with Hotch, cradled under his arm, both of us sobbing over the loss of our family.

“I want him back,” I sobbed. “Bring him back. Please.” Hotch whimpered as we squeezed each other, ignoring his wounds for just a moment. “I want our little man back…. Please… Aaron…” He was speechless. “I want to wake up…” I hid my face in his side. “I want this nightmare to be over.”

“Shhh…” he tried to coo me, knowing that talking wasn’t going to help. I felt him kiss the top of my head. “I love you.”

I couldn’t even find the strength to say it back. Every time I tried to open my mouth again to respond, I only cried harder. Hotch seemed just as bad. While I had only just rambled thoughtlessly, Hotch couldn’t even get that far. Just saying “I love you” without cracking was hard enough. Trying to find the right words to comfort me was damn near impossible.

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

Ain’t Sayin’ She’s a Gold Digger: Part 1

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Negan x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: Sugar baby relationship, swearing

Word Count: 2,298

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Livid didn’t even begin to describe your mood as you walked out of the upscale bar you worked at for the past three years until 30 seconds prior. And the reason you were fired was absolute bullshit. You had been called in on your day off to cover someones shift, only to be told that it was your shift that you were a no call no show for, that was scheduled last minute, and that you weren’t told about by the manager that had scheduled you, who had been out to get you since your very first shift. You growled and headed toward the subway as you pulled out your cell to call your best friend slash landlord slash roommate to vent. 

“Dana Gold, can…”

“That fucking bitch fired me!” You interrupted with a screech. “How the fuck is she gunna call me in on my day off and tell me she fucking scheduled me…”

“(Y/N)!” She said a little loudly, making you stop your rant before you even got into it. “Can I call you back? I’m with a client, and you are on speaker.”

“Oh, shit.” You gasped as you stopped at the corner to wait for the light to change. “Sorry.”

“I’ll call you back.” She repeated before she simply hung up the phone on you. You shook your head and crossed the road with the other busy, impatient New Yorkers and wide eyed, lost tourists, and headed down the stairs to the subway. You got in a short line behind a woman with an Hermes bag you envied that was worth at least five times your rent, when your phone started ringing in your hand.

“Well that was quick.” You said as you pulled out your metro card.

“Come down to my office.” Dana nearly demanded just as you swiped your card for the train headed up toward the Upper West Side. “Let’s… have lunch.”

“You really had to decide that shit after I swipe my metro card, brat?” You asked as you turned away from the platform and headed toward the exit since her office was only a few blocks away from your old job.

“I’ll pay you for the swipe.” She dismissed. “Just get here, I’m hungry.”

“Bitch, I’m coming.” You laughed as you headed up the stairs and hung up your phone. You moved a little quicker through the throngs of people, briefly wondering why you were still living in New York like you did everyday. It was a one hundred and eighty degree difference from your small home towns, and it had once offered you so much promise in life, but it also chewed you up and spit you out like it did most people who had dreams of grandeur. But you had learned that that was the nature of the beast that was New York City. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Jackie, Dana’s assistant said with a smile as you stepped out of the elevator in front of her desk in the decent sized, and adorably decorated office in Midtown. “Ms. Gold said to send you right in.”

“Thanks Jackie.” You said with a smile as you grabbed a Hershey’s kiss out of the heart shaped bowl on your way past. “Yo, can I sue this bitch?” You asked as you walked through Dana’s office door, only to stop the slightest bit when you saw an older gentleman in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. “Oh. Wait, Jackie said to come in…?”

“Have a seat, (Y/N).” Your friend said with a smile as she gestured to the other chair.

“I take it we’re not doing lunch.” You breathed as you loosened the white tie of your otherwise all black uniform.

“This is Mr. Morgan.” She continued with a smile as she gestured to the man sitting beside you. “He’s come in a few times the past couple weeks to look for someone to accompany him on a cruise overseas next week for two weeks or so. But none of my girls have been up to his standards…”

“I’m looking for someone that can hold a polite conversation, and who can be a respectable in formal settings.” He chimed in as he searched your eyes. “But isn’t afraid to speak their mind at the same time. Most of the girls I’ve met though Dana are all…”

“Boring.” You finished for him with a smirk as you crossed your legs and sat back in your chair. “Conceited, self involved, gold diggers that will say anything they think you want them to so that they can keep themselves in your good graces, and occasionally suck your dick so you open your bank account as far as possible.” Mr. Morgan smirked and looked over at Dana with a small nod.

“I like her.”

“She’s a real peach alright.” 

“I try.” You said with a shrug.

“Dana says you’ve never been a Sugar Baby before?”

“Never had an interest to.” You told him with a shrug as he finally sat back in his seat, and let himself get comfortable. “I mean don’t get me wrong, if this is your cup of tea, then power to you. I hope you have fun with whomever you pick. But I don’t think I have the temperament to be one.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I managed to get myself thrown out of fucking Juilliard.” You laughed with a shake of your head. “For… well I was technically drinking underage in Central Park on the weekend with some people I worked with at a catering gig I had at the time and almost got busted by the cops for being way to fucking drunk in public. But the asshole didn’t know I ran track in high school so I got away before I could get arrested. But my roommate ratted me out, so I broke her lucky violin bow before her showcase because she was a bitch, and cussed out the disciplinary committee for being mentally incapable of understanding that at twenty years old, I have the God given right to party like a mother fucking rockstar. ”

“I’ll take her.”

“Oh, I’m for sale now.” You teased as he pulled out his wallet from his inside jacket pocket.

“I’m offering an all expenses paid two week long cruise to England, Scotland, and Ireland, and possibly a continuation of the trip overseas after that, depending on how we get along and how my business venture goes plus five thousand dollars cash per week you are with me. After that, we can reconvene and discuss something long term…”

“Wait, you’re actually serious right now?” You asked as you looked at the actual metal credit card he was holding out for you. “You wanna hire me, someone you don’t even know, to go with you for two weeks, possibly more in a foreign country.”

“I want to gift you two weeks in Europe, yes.” He said with a nod, which made you reach out and take his credit card so he wasn’t holding it out anymore.

“Mr. Morgan…”

“It’s Jeffrey.” He interrupted as he put his wallet back and sat back in his chair. “Or Jeff. I’m not picky. And I’ve gotten enough information from Ms. Gold to know that you will be a breath of fresh air that I need in my life right now. I also trust her enough through years of working with her that I know she won’t steer me the wrong way. Her girls are great for dates when I’m bored. But you are someone that I think would be much more entertaining to be around for two weeks.”

“OK.” You said as you looked over at Dana, who had been trying to get you to join her ranks for years because you weren’t a typical Sugar Baby. “Are you sure about this?” You asked once more as you looked at Jeff again.

“I wouldn’t still be sitting here still if I wasn’t.” With a small nod, you sighed and looked at the credit card in your hand.

“Alright. So what’s this for?”

“A new wardrobe and the necessary luggage.” He said as he pulled out his sunglasses and stood up to leave. “Prepare for a month at least. Salon, jewelry, manicure, pedicure, lingerie, makeup… There’s no spending limit on that card…”

“I’ll go with her personally.” Dana said with a smile as she got to her feet and walked around her desk to shake Jeff’s hand. “And I’ll get her personal information to your assistant by end of day today so she can arrange transport and the fine tuning details, Mr. Morgan.”

“Ms. Gold.” He said back with a slight bow of his head. “Pleasure as always. And I look forward to spending time with you, (Y/N).”

“You’re not alone there, darlin.”

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“OK, how is this even real?” You asked as you stood with your back to Dana so she could zip up the hundredth dress you had tried on that day. 

“Are you even listening to me?” She laughed as she did the tiny snap at the top and took a step back.

“Yes, be on my best behavior. I get it.” You said as you looked at the fitted, knee length, mermaid style, purple floral Dolce and Gabbana dress in the mirror. “Shit, this thing could pay my rent for three months and then some.”

“I know.” She laughed as she looked at the dress that looked absolutely perfect on you and nodded her head. “But you need to keep your feet on the ground for me here.”

“OK, feet are on the ground.” You sighed as you turned away from the mirror to look at her. “So you were saying… his wife left?”

“Yes, his wife left him for a younger man about five or six years ago.” You nodded your head and turned around to point at the zipper as she continued to tell you her client’s back story, and continue to teach you how to be a proper sugar baby. “So he’s looking for complete and total honesty and exclusivity. Which is a general consensus in the business. But the difference with Mr. Morgan is he’s…” She looked up at you in the mirror as you stepped out of that dress and into a floor length jungle print dress that you had fallen in love with in Vogue and just had to try on. “OK, I’m just gunna say it. He’s looking to find someone to date without dating them.”

“OK, what does that even mean?”

“It means that he’s looking for someone to spend the rest of his life with.” She sighed as she turned you around to face her. “He’s wanted me to find someone that he can get along with, that he eventually wants to put up in a place, and be with most nights out of the week. But there’s a catch…”

“Ooook…” You said nervously as you started to nervously fidget with the material of the dress.

“Mr. Morgan owns the Norwegian, the Oceania, and the Regent Seven Seas cruise lines, and a large handful of hotels around the world. He’s constantly traveling, which is why he came to me to find companionship. It started as just dates but the last few months, it’s been turning more toward long term. He wants someone permanent…”

“Ok, wait, Dana.” You said as you started to catch up to what she was saying. “Wait, hold on.”

“I know.”

“Dana… wait, are you like kicking me out? Hold on, wait I’m so confused.”

“OK, no. It’s not like that.” She said as she took a step toward you and gently grabbed your wrists. “Look, I love you with all my heart. I love being your best friend, and I love having you as my roommate. I’m not mad at you and I’m not trying to break our friendship up. But I am trying to tell you you need to get out there and enjoy life. Because we both know you complain all the damn time about being lonely and not getting to do anything fun because your always so broke. Sweetie, you can’t go living life playing piano at piano bars for tips for the rest of your life, and working at the God awful bar that I am actually grateful you got fired from. And I’ve had you on my mind for months every time Jeffrey came in because every time he’s described his perfect date, it’s always been like he was describing you.”

“Which is why you’ve been bringing up me being a Sugar Baby more often than you normally do.” She nodded her head and smiled softly as she reached up and shifted the shoulder strap the slightest bit.

“And that’s why today was perfectly timed. I know you’ll like him as a person.” She wrapped up as she searched your eyes. “And I know that out of everyone I know that I could set him up with, you would appreciate him as a person, and not just as a Sugar Daddy. And I think both of you deserve that.” You sighed loudly which turned into a groan as you looked up at the ceiling in your dressing room.

“I hate you.” You grumbled with a smile as you looked down your nose at her. “And you better not put your nasty ass quinoa salad on my fridge shelf when I’m gone.”

“Listen here, it’s my damn apartment.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” You barked through a laugh as you took off the jungle animal print dress and added it to the ‘yes’ pile so you could get dressed to go to the next store. “I pay good money for that shelf.”

“And I pay good money for that quinoa.”

Part 2

[theotherackerman]

Carry on My Wayward Son

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong either to Supernatural, Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, or Attack on Titan.

Notes: 

The Fae deal mark is inspired by a court of thorns and roses. You can see it here

Zeke's necklace is Dean's from Supernatural.

The potions, Feywine, Mikasa's ring, Hange's bracelet, and Eren's necklace are all from DnD 5E.

If you want to see pictures of the jewelry, go here

CHAPTER FOUR: WHAT A STRANGE TRIP IT’S BEEN

Demon Deals were breakable.

No always but the demon could call off the deal.

Fae deals?

They were a whole different ball game.

Fae deals were more than just deals between two parties. They were a magical binding contract, more so than demon deal.

Once the deal was made a mark would appear on the skin of the two people who made the deal. One could mistake the mark for a tattoo.

Eren had not been wrong to think that Mikasa’s tattoo could have been a mark of a deal. However, Mikasa had truly just gotten the sigil of her mother’s clan on her skin in reminder of her.

The deals made with members of the Fae left a certain scent of magic on everything. Even humans could smell the magic in the air.

So the screams from Mikasa and the sweet, sticky smell of the fae deal caused Levi, Zeke, and Hange to rush into the basement.

"No. No. No. No. No. No," Mikasa muttered as she ran her hand over the black inked mark on her right shoulder.

If one didn't know what it was, it was easily mistaken for a tattoo.

"Mikasa…" Hange started.

"I never wanted to do this. I never wanted a deal," she muttered as she pulled her legs closer to her body.

Eren swallowed as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the same mark on his left shoulder. It was identical.

"Yggdrasil," Hange whispered as they looked over Mikasa's mark. "It's the tree from Norse mythology. It holds all the nine realms within it. Interesting. What sort of deal did you two make? It's said the Fae deal mark is the deal in a physical."

"I don't know. I don't want this. Get it off, Hange. I want it off," Mikasa muttered as she closed her eyes.

Eren had never seen Mikasa like this. Even when he had said such hateful words to her, she hadn't broken like this.

"Eren? What happened?" Levi demanded.

"I don't know. I was just sitting here thinking about how she promised me that she wouldn't get hurt anymore. Then I muttered something and my arm started hurting," Eren replied as he pulled the sleeve of his shirt down.

"What did you say? Exactly. Words are very important to fae," Hange explained before pulling Mikasa's sleeve back down.

"We had a deal…" Eren muttered.

"You made a deal?" Hange asked.

"Not technically. I didn't think it would count. It was more of a...I don't know," Mikasa's eyes finally met Eren's.

And he broke.

This pain was worse.

Had she not said the day before how she didn't want to make deals?

Eren had royally fucked up.

Again.

"There's nothing you can do about it then. Words have power. As a member of the Fae, you should know that. You made a deal. Now you both bare the mark. So I suggest you two talk and figure shit out," Levi commanded.

Zeke hesitated but Levi grabbed him and dragged him upstairs.

Mikasa and Eren were left alone in the basement.

Mikasa didn’t move. She didn’t speak.

“I’m sorry,” Eren muttered as he looked down. ““I'm sorry about the thing at the hotel with the kiss and…"

“Sorry for kissing you back. You were under the influence, you weren't really consenting, and I know you didn't want to kiss me anymore."

"Hey," he said, causing her eyes to meet his. "It's not that I don't want to kiss you anymore. And it wasn't like that was all something I didn't want to do. I mean...Mikasa...I just...can't. I'm sorry. I'm the one who should be apologizing, not you. You saved my life. Again."

"It's fine."

"When were you going to tell us that it takes years off your life every time you heal?"

"H..how do you know that?"

"Hange told us. Mikasa, you can't do that."

"Fae live like lobsters. Unless something kills us, we can live for forever."

"Even as half Faery? How many years did each of those heals take from you?"

"I don't know. Just some. What does it matter?"

There was so much anger in Mikasa.

The way he had treated her since the dorm, the fact that her skin was now marked with a mark of deal.

Levi had ordered them to figure it out.

“I don’t want this anymore,” she confessed.

“What?” Eren asked as he looked over at her.

“Any of this. I don’t….I can work the job. I have no choice but to uphold my end of the deal. Other than that, I don’t….I’m not….I don’t think we should be around one another anymore.” Mikasa looked down at her hands. She folded them and then unfolded them.

“Oh,” Eren replied.

“Yeah.”

“Okay then,” Eren said as he stood up.

“I’ll let you know what I find out about The Colt,” she answered.

“Okay,” Eren replied before he headed towards the stairs.

The truth was that Eren was anything but okay right now.

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Christmas

Eren sat in Levi’s kitchen. Mikasa and Hange were in the living room.

He hadn’t spoken to Mikasa since they had talked in the basement.

Mikasa continued to work jobs for Levi and research for the Colt. She avoided Eren like the plague.

Hange had been coming around, they were never far from Mikasa.

Hunting was a thankless job so Eren and Zeke often used fake credit cards to pay for the things they needed. Zeke was pretty good at hustling pool at bars for money too.

Christmas meant that they were using their credit card schemes to buy things for those they loved. Levi had already given Eren and Zeke their gifts by paying for their anti possession tattoos that they both now sported on their chests. They had got Levi some very expensive tea from a shop that they had helped out with a ghost problem.

“Merry Christmas, Eren!” Hange said as they walked into the kitchen. They had a small box.

“Thanks, Hange,” he muttered as he looked down.

“This is just a little something I cooked up with magic,” Hange said as they sat down across from Eren.

Eren opened the box to reveal a small potion bottle. There was a red, glittery liquid inside of the bottle.

“It’s a very basic healing potion. Won’t bring you back to life but may help you hold on when you’re dying. I made one for Zeke and Levi too,” Hange smiled.

“Thank you, Hange,” Eren said as he looked up at them.

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Eren,” Hange said again as they stood up.

Zeke entered the room.

“Here,” Zeke said as he came into the room with a box.

“I thought we agreed on no gifts,” Eren grumbled.

“It’s not a real gift,” Zeke said as he tossed the box to Eren.

Eren caught the box and unwrapped it to reveal a box with a bottle of vodka in it.

“You’re right. It’s not a real gift,” Eren scoffed.

“It’s pay back for buying me that bottle of whisky. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“You going to give her the thing?” Zeke asked.

“I don’t know. She said she didn’t want to be around me.”

“I know. But it’s Christmas.”

Mikasa wandered into the kitchen, putting more of the Christmas cookies onto her plate. Mikasa had always had a sweet tooth.

“Hey,” Zeke said as he gave her a small wave.

“Hello,” Mikasa replied before ducking into the living room.

Zeke raised an eyebrow at Eren.

“I told you that she didn’t want to talk to me,” Eren muttered as he looked down.

“Maybe try getting her alone later,” Zeke suggested before he patted Eren on his shoulder. It was the same shoulder that bore the mark of the Fae deal that Eren had made with Mikasa.

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Christmas went on.

Levi and Zeke gave Hange a bracelet of protection against fire they had picked up.

Zeke gave Mikasa a tea cup and some flowery tea.

Levi had also paid for Mikasa’s anti possession tattoo while Mikasa gave Levi what looked like the world’s smallest teapot. It was made from a walnut.

She gave Zeke a bottle of Feywine that she had received from working a job.

The hours quickly faded as Levi and Hange drank far too much eggnog. Zeke had made it, the sweetness covering the alcohol.

“We should sing Christmas carols!” Hange suggested.

“No one wants to hear you sing so I’ll sing with you,” Levi’s words slurred together.

“I’ve never seen him drunk in my life,” Zeke muttered.

“ Dashing through the snow…” Levi and Hange sang together.

“Alright, I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” Mikasa excused herself from the living room.

Zeke waited for several minutes before he spoke.

“Go give it to her!” Zeke said as he stood from his seat.

“She probably….” Eren started to say but Zeke was pulling Eren’s arm.

“Go!” Zeke ordered.

Eren sighed before he stood up and went down the basement.

Mikasa had changed into a tank top and shorts. Eren could see her anti possession tattoo peeking out the top of her tank top. It was in the same spot as his, on her chest, right above her heart. She was holding her toothbrush and toothpaste in her hand.

“Oh,” Mikasa said when she saw Eren.

“Hi. I...I got you something. It’s not a big deal. It was from a job we worked and...nothing else. I just thought it’d be useful for you,” Eren rambled as he pulled a small box from his hoodie.

Mikasa sat down the things she had been holding in her hands before taking the box from Eren.

He watched her.

Suddenly, he became very nervous.

He knew he deserved everything that she had said to him.

He knew it was all his fault. He knew he hadn’t been fair to her. He hadn’t told her the truth either.

The more jobs he worked the more the lines between monster and human seemed to blur.

Maybe the world wasn’t as black and white as he thought.

Mikasa slowly opened the box to reveal the purple stone ring inside.

“It doesn’t have any iron in it, in case you’re wondering. It’s...it’s a ring of protection. The stone is amethyst. I thought since you’ve been working a lot of jobs by yourself, you could use it,” he replied as if it was no big deal.

Why was he acting like a stupid school boy with a crush?

“Thank you,” she replied as she took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her ring finger. “I...uhh...I have something for you. But it’s from...we found a human who has contact with the Fae realm. He was being haunted, so I helped him. He gave me some things from the Fae realm,” she explained as she walked over to the plastic drawers she was using as a dresser.

“So that’s where the wine came from,” Eren mused.

“Yeah, the tiny teapot too,” she opened the drawer and pulled a small box out.

She held it out to Eren who took it. He slowly opened the lid to reveal a brown corded necklace with a single red feather attached.

“It’s a Phoenix feather. It’ll keep you warm. I know how you don’t like the cold,” she muttered as she looked away.

“Thank you,” he removed the necklace from the box and put it on.

“What did you get Zeke?” she asked.

“Oh. I gave it to him a little while ago. It’s the necklace he’s been wearing, the brass one. It’s supposed to be a powerful protection charm,” Eren explained.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Levi. The bracelet we gave Hange and your ring came from a physic in Indiana,” he explained.

“When were you in Indiana?” she asked as she sat down on her bed.

“Two weeks ago. Why?” he asked.

“Oh. I was there about a week ago. Ghost issue. You?”

“Also a ghost issue. You notice they’re getting more active lately?”

Mikasa nodded. “It’s getting weird out there. Weirder than normal. Did Levi tell you about the Werewolf?”

“Yeah, I still can’t believe how big that thing was. Any ideas why everything is like this?"

“I don’t know. The guy I met, the one with the connection to the Fae realm said they’re scared. They’re staying out of it. They wouldn’t give him any information on why they said that but if the Fae are scared, I’m sure it can’t be anything good.”

Eren nodded as he leaned up against the wall. “My dad left Zeke a voicemail. He said something big was coming. He never told us why and he didn’t leave any information about it in his journal. We’ve been hitting a wall on finding any information about the Yellow Eyed Demon.”

“I’ve not had any luck with the Colt either. It’s mostly dead ends. I’ve tracked it a bit but then it just vanished. Hange got a few old journals from some recently passed hunters so I’ll start going through those soon. If I can ever stay out of the field, that is. Levi keeps having to send me out. It feels like there are less hunters to go around.”

“A lot have died recently. I guess it’s to be expected with everything going on.”

Mikasa nodded.

“Your dad….he was a hunter?”

Mikasa nodded again. “He was. That’s how he met my mom. She was injured after she came here from Japan. She wanted to see the rest of the world. Her magic went wild due to her injury. Then my dad found her and helped her. She began to help him hunt. Then they fell in love, married, and had me. Then they were killed by demons.”

“Who’s tracking you?”

Mikasa sighed. “Who isn’t? Demons, some other Fae. They want me to take up my birthright.”

“Birthright as what?”

“I...fairies have court. There are rulers. They don’t do much, Fae sort of do whatever they want. They’re run out of my bloodline. I’ve stayed off the radar.”

“So...you’re a fairy princess?” Eren smirked.

“Try a Queen. But I know nothing about the Fae realm or the courts. I have no desire to navigate politics. Besides, they’ll give up looking for me eventually. They’ll find an actual ruler.”

“So why did your mom leave then?” Eren asked.

“I don’t know. She never told me.”

“But shouldn’t you take up your birthright?”

“You know how humans get to the realm, right? They stepped in a fairy circle. Then they get stuck there for seven years if they eat the food or drink anything. I have no desire to rule in a place where I can’t eat or drink.”

Eren laughed, “so it’s our English class sophomore year?”

“Yeah. Mr. Dawk hated us.”

“He shouldn’t have made his only English class at 8:00 in the morning then.”

“I’ll never forget when you brought in that portable blender and made smoothies for everyone.”

“It was Floch’s idea. Remember how Hitch brought in the portable grindle and started making pancakes?”

Mikasa laughed as she nodded.

Eren had missed hearing her laugh.

He was an idiot for putting her through all of this. He had been awful to her. As he watched her laugh and smile, the guilt began to swarm him.

“I should let you go to sleep,” he muttered as he looked down.

Her laughter stopped. “Okay,” she replied softly before standing up.

“I was worried that you hated me too much. I just saw the ring and thought of you. Thanks for taking it ,” he said before he looked up at Mikasa.

“I don’t hate you, Eren,” she muttered. “I just think it’s better this way. I’m not going to ignore you or be rude. It’s just better for both of us if we’re just…...two people who are semi friendly. It would be rude if I got everyone a gift but you.”

She was just being nice. Of course, she was. Eren giving her a gift couldn’t make up for all the horrible things he’d said to her or what he’d put through.

“Thanks for the necklace. It’ll be good for these cold months,” he esaid.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled.

“Merry Christmas. Goodnight, Mikasa.”

“Goodnight, Eren.”

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The next morning Mikasa was long gone by the time Eren woke up.

“She missed Yule and meeting with her friends,” Hange explained as they drank their coffee.

“Oh. Right. She did go home for winter break,” Eren sighed as he sat down.

“It’s one of the few times she spends with other half Sidhe.”

“Wait. I thought Mikasa didn’t have contact with the Fae realm.”

“She doesn’t. But you didn’t think she was the only one I had in my care back in the day, did you? I didn’t know what she was at first. There are other hunters who did,” Hange explained.

“Oh.”

Suddenly Eren wondered if Mikasa’s friends knew of him. Did they hate him? It worried him. If she told her friends, there may be no coming back from that.

Why did he care?

It was a dumb question. He knew why he cared. He still loved her. Last night, he had seen the girl he had fallen in love with again.

Suddenly, a headache swarmed Eren.

He held onto his head as images that made no sense swarmed his head.

Then Eren fell to the floor.

[pocketsizeddemon]

Yule - Bang Chan Smut

I’ve been wanting to write a second part to Beltane since... well since I wrote Beltane. So with Yule coming tomorrow, I wrote this baby! Happy Yule my darlings and Happy Holidays in general~

Bang Chan smut, 2.3k words, AO3

It was well into winter already. You could see it in the nights that were getting longer and the brightly decorated shop windows. But most importantly you could feel it was getting colder, it was finally “hoodie season” as your boyfriend would say. The boyfriend who was lately way too busy.

           Chris and his group were currently promoting their new album and you’d be lucky if you got to see him a few hours a week, but really you couldn’t blame him. You knew all too well how time-consuming and exhausting his job was, and also how much he loved doing it, you just missed him terribly. But hopefully tonight, the longest night of the year, this would change. You wouldn’t really call it a date or anything but he had promised to you, since he’d have the weekend off that you could watch movies and spend time together.

           He arrived late in the evening. As it seemed appropriate for the occasion and the terribly cold weather you had lit up the fireplace a few hours ago and the house was cozily warm. He found you sitting on the couch with a notebook in your hand, a warm cup of tea, wearing one of his hoodies that looked adorably oversized on you and barely covered your bare thighs. He smiled softly as he took of his coat and put his backpack away on the counter and quietly sat next to, trying to not distract you from your task.

“What’d you got there baby?” he asked and giggled as you let out a tiny scream. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in, I was doing something.” you answered, laughing along as you placed your notes on the coffee table and gave him a big hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. They made you feel so warm and fuzzy… They felt like home.

“Just writing down a presents’ list. I want to make sure I didn’t forget anyone.” You answered while nuzzling closer to him, leaving a tiny kiss on his cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too” he answered as he softly held your face and kissed you. “And I must say, coming home to you wearing my hoodie…that’s the best way to welcome me. You look so cute.” You blushed ever the slightest and playfully pushed him away. “Any presents left to buy?” he questioned, checking out your mostly checked list.

“Nope everything’s all set. I just need to finish the last few cards and I can ship them all out on Monday… which is technically on time but not really.” You giggled. “Gift-giving is a Yule tradition after all, so I should be done by today.”

“Yule?” Chris scrunched his nose. “Isn’t that the winter solstice?”

You nodded. “Yes! And it’s actually were many Christmas traditions come from. The Yule Log, the tree, even the gifts are all much older than <<Christmas>>. Oh! Speaking of which!” you beamed and hopped up, giving him a peak of the lovely white lace panties that you were wearing underneath his hoodie in the progress. You ran to your bedroom carrying a bag decorated with a big bow and gave it to him. His joy could not be hidden when he carefully unwrapped camera you had bought for him, smiling fondly as he remembered that he had told you how he was really starting to get into photography lately. He hugged you tightly, thanking you and already thinking of all the pictures he could take.

“So,” he asked after a few minutes “what are the plans for today babygirl?”

“Hmm… I don’t know. You came straight from practice so we can just watch movies and cuddle if you want.” You said with a shrug. Honestly as long you got to cuddle him you were perfectly fine with anything. He bit his lip in thought.

“You know what would get this on a whole other level of coziness?” he said, looking way too serious for the casualty of the matter at hand. “Let’s build a pillow fort!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his cute expression and beaming smile though you were certain yours was just the same. His idea was indeed really nice.

Getting down to what wouldn’t really count as work, but more as a playful treasure hunt, you gathered chairs, sheets, blankets and all kinds of pillows to build the perfect fort. It took you the rest of the evening to make but it was all worth it, you thought to yourself as you added one last detail : a leftover string of fairy lights, from decorating the other day, which made it all the more cozy. As he was setting up your laptop, you quickly sneaked into the kitchen to make two hot cocoas for both of you.

You snuggled into the warm and cozy fort, sipping your warm drinks and enjoying your movie and most of all each other’s companies. It wasn’t long until you were laughing along with How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Halfway through you were only partially paying attention as Chris had gotten busy leaving sweet kisses all over your face between your guys’ giggles. By the end of the movie he was comfortably nuzzled on your shoulder, leaving small kisses on your jaw and neck while you played with his soft fluffy hair, letting out small content hums.

           As soon as the credits rolled he lazily shuffled to your laptop, closed it and pushed it on the nearest chair. You laid comfortably between the pillows, making grabby hands for him to come back, with your cute sweater paws. And return he did, wriggling over you, supporting himself so that he wouldn’t fall on top of you. He stared at your warm smile under the soft lighting of the fire and fairylights, his eyes so full love.

           “Help me! I’m feeling!” he comically quoted the movie, dipping down to kiss your lips. You gently pulled him down for a second… and then a third and fourth, each kiss deeper and more heated than the last. He traced your bottom lip with his tongue, wordlessly asking for permission to take this further and you complied, weaving your fingers into his hair. Warm fingers were soon pressing into your thighs, sneaking their way under your shirt to feel more of you.

           He was headed lower, peppering open mouthed kisses all over your neck and shoulder, softly biting your clavicle as he was desperately trying to expose more skin. Raising the hem of the hoodie just a little higher, he moved towards your chest were he could continue his sweet teasing, leaving you breathless. You squirmed as his warm lips ghosted over your sensitive nipples and your hips bucked when he sucked one of them in his mouth. And still he continued, with small loving kisses on your tummy and a tantalizing nibble on your hipbone.

           Completely ignoring the place you wanted him most, he turned to your thighs, getting comfortable between your legs and taking his sweet time kissing your inner thighs, playfully biting and sucking small hickeys on them, both a warning for what would come next and a reminder for the following days. A chill ran through your spine as he reached the edge of your panties and a whimper that you hadn’t realize you were holding escaped your lips. The light of the fire made his eyes look like honey as he gazed up to you through his eyelashes, teasingly kissing your lower lips through the lace garment and smirking a devilish smirk when he heard you moan. Like a silent plea, one of your hands was grabbing at his shoulder, pulling on his hoodie, almost begging him to take it off.

           As much as wanted to keep on teasing you, tonight was the first time he had you all to himself in a while and he didn’t plan on spending all of it like this. He did quick work with taking off his own hoodie and pants, and then slowly removed your panties before he lied down between your legs. Your fingers were in his hair as his hot breath hit your bare pussy.  His tongue touched you next as he took him time to warm you up, moaning as if you were the sweetest caramel he had ever tasted.

           You almost had forgotten how skillful his tongue was, slow long strokes exploring your folds, softly flicking and sucking on your clit then licking again. He was truly taking his time with you, instead of rushing to make up for the weeks he hadn’t touched you, he was going slowly yet in an overwhelmingly passionate rhythm that was making you moan and whimper, matching the movements of your hips with his tongue’s. And oh did he love hearing your sounds. It was a truly rare occasion to have you so open, exposed and unapologetically vocal and all for him.

           “C-Chris, please. I need more please~” You groaned out in exasperation. And he was happy to comply, stopping his ministrations with a last teasing lick and sitting up. He was almost sad to discard the last piece of clothing off of you, his hoodie, and then took of his boxers, freeing his hard cock. With small kisses he made his way up to your lips again, giving you a much rougher kiss while grinding his erection on your wet folds

           You sighed, as he teased your entrance, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him to move. The drop of his jaw was barely registered when he filled you up, as your hands reached for his shoulders, moaning out at the sudden stretch. He started a slow pace and shallow thrusts, wanting to give you some time to get used to his size and mostly just enjoying being so close to you.

           With breathless whispers of I-love-yous he kept going slow and steady, switching between kissing your lips and softly nibbling on your neck. You were overwhelmed by how gentle and loving yet passionate he was, truly seizing your first time alone in a long time. This wasn’t a simple quick fuck, hidden away and trying to stay quiet. He was sweetly making love to you, pouring out his feelings in every single move of his hips and each tiny kiss on your skin.

           Just like his thrusts started growing faster and deeper, so did your moans grew louder. Your nails were scratching on his sculpted back, making him hiss and riling him up to go harder. He could feel you tighten around his cock in return and low groans left his throat. You were matching him beat for beat, pushing back against him as you felt your orgasm approach, pleading him to go just a little faster, you were almost there.

           Knowing his own high was approaching just as fast, feeling that tightening knot in his abdomen, he picked up the pace. In an instant your noises filled the little room, your back arching off of the soft futon on the floor, squirming around his cock. Feeling your convulsing walls was more than Chris could take and with a few more thrusts he was cumming deep inside of you.  

           You ended up falling asleep in the fort, all warm and cozy, comfortably cuddled up together, way too lazy and fucked out to even consider moving to the bed. The morning sun woke you up as it shone through your balcony door and over one of the blankets that have fallen overnight. You turned around in Chris’ embrace, who had somehow ended up spooning you in his sleep, finding him still fast asleep. His arms instinctively hugged you a little tighter, a gesture that only made the warm feeling inside you grow.

           The thought to wriggle away from your cuddly boyfriend’s hug and warm blankets into the cold room seemed insane and so you stayed there, counting Chris’ light freckles. You probably cooed a little too loud at an exceptionally cute constellation on his cheeks because he sleepily opened his eyes. As soon as he realized that he was holding you instead of his usual pillow he stirred, memories from last night flooding in making his smile mirror yours.

           “Good morning babygirl.” He said, his voice still rough from sleep.

           “Good morning baby.” You answered stretching as you got up. “I’m going to go wash up and get started with breakfast.” you told him with a kiss before making your way to the bathroom.

            He joined you in the kitchen a little later, as you had just started making coffee. Still slow from sleep and his hair adorably fluffy, he walked behind you giving you a back hug and resting his head on your shoulder. He seemed to get a little more awake as his backpack caught his eye, left on the counter from last night. Opening it quietly as he was fumbling around with the compartments, while you grabbed a few muffins from the box you had bought the other day and set them on the table along with the coffee cup. He followed you, holding a tiny box.

           “I was going to give it to you as an early Christmas present yesterday, but we got a little carried away yesterday.” He giggled as he opened the box for you, revealing a delicate silver moon necklace. “For you,” he continued “my moon in the darkest nights.” He told you as he fastened the accessory in the back of your neck. “I love you, babygirl.”

           “I love you too, Chris.” You said with a soft blush blooming on your cheeks as you pulled him down for a kiss.