#they and my cousin were SO pissed trying to figure out what was up with vanessa they were like WHO IS SHE WHY IS SHE SO WEIRD THERES NO WAY

[haemosexuality]

i watched the fnaf movie w my parents and cousin friday it was rlly fun

[sinfullyrosey]

Bobbing for Apples

Epel Felmier X GN!Reader

Warnings: Blowjob, Bath Sex (orally only)

Congrats, you’re Vil’s cousin in this fic for the sole purpose of pissing Vil off even more! Also, I had originally wrote this up with a male, crossdressing Reader in mind, making the bath scene less awkward, but changed it to gender neutral since no pronouns or physical traits are given.

All Characters are 18+

Laughter rang out at one of the more secluded spots of the Pomefiore Dorm as two figures were playfully giving chase. It had just rained and cleared up, leaving behind a fresh, crisp scent in the air and rain puddles scattered throughout the cobblestone pathways and grassy patches. Some of these very puddles comprising of not just leftover rainwater, but dirt that mixed into a slurry of soupy mud.

Mud that was now covering both you and the little apple farmer as you threw balls of the brown muck at each other in an impromptu mud fight. It had started with the two of you just going on a walk together, out getting some fresh air as Epel showed you around, your cousin being too busy with dorm duties to do so himself.

Only for it to turn into an outright brawl after you jumped into one of the puddles, splashing some of it onto the boy’s poor uniform and sending him into a tizzy at what his dormleader would do if he saw it. You merely laughed it off, poking fun at his rather cute, frustrated expression. In retaliation, he scooped up a small amount of mud and threw it at you, knocking your sunhat clear off.

You gasped and puffed your cheeks as he held back laughs. Narrowing your eyes, you bend down to retrieve your hat, filling it with mud, and unassumingly walking over to him. Before he could ascertain what you were up to, you quickly flopped the hat onto his head, showering his lavender locks in liquidy brown.

And while he was still reeling over what you had just done and trying to process his emotions, you grabbed onto either side of the hat’s brim and pulled him into a deep kiss. His powdered cheeks darkened into a bright red, resembling little apples. You pulled away and smiled at him.

Only for him to smirk and take your hat off to shove it back onto you, mud seeping into your own now messy locks.

And it all went downhill from there.

What was just supposed to be a simple tour of the dorm, now became an outright war between you, the relative to the Schoenheits and him, the reluctant Pomefiore student. Both were an absolute mess, hair tangled and sticky with clumps of mud. Some of his and your makeup had since started to run off. You even forgot about your hat in the scuffle.

Taking in his disheveled appearance, you couldn’t help but cover a hand over your mouth to stifle the giggles.

“Haha, if only Vil could see you now.” You teased, now settling down and looking for your discarded hat.

Epel froze up and gawked at the flippant audacity of your jab.

“Don’t even joke ‘bout that! If Vil saw how mussed up we are right now, he’d have a cow!”

“More like a whole barn.” You deadpanned.

The little Felmier blinked at your weighted retort before bursting into a laughing fit. His head flung back as the slew of chuckles escaped past his wide grin. You grinned and joined in, letting out muffled giggles of your own. An absolutely blissful moment shared between the two of you.

“Epel! Y/N! What in the name of Pomefiore are you two spudlings doing?!”

The both of you jumped at the all-to-familiar voice of the blond queen himself. You both looked over to see Vil stomping his way over to the two of you, a stern, disapproving scowl on his usually pristine face.

“Oh no…” Epel mumbled out, mentally preparing for the earful he was about to receive.

Also concerned, but significantly less so, you gently picked up your discarded hat and brushed off the mud and grass, now clutching the brim in your hands as your older cousin stared you and Epel down.

“Vil, we were ju-“

“Hush now sweet potato. Epel, how dare you act in such an uncivilized manner and drag my own cousin into your uncouth nonsense! Just look at you, you’ve ruined, and quite possibly stained, your uniform! Your makeup is just too dreadful to look at! You’ve got mud and Sevens knows what else in your hair! And you-!”

Vil now turns his attention to you, eyes blazing with dissatisfaction and judgement.

“Look what you’ve done with your dress! Your brand new, elegant dress is ruined! Covered in mud and soaked all the way through! Do you know what material that dress is made from, Y/N?!”

You both looked down in shame and embarrassment.

“I’m so disappointed in you both.” He sighed. “Now you’ll need to be scrubbed down to get that gunk and grime off you. And then I have to reapply your makeup and redo your hair all over again…“ He trailed off, mentally having to check off all the tasks he’ll have to do to make you two presentable again.

Epel’s face flushed at the comment about being scrubbed down, knowing the implication behind it, being all-to familiar with the extent of Vil’s methods. He stole a glance at you to see your unaware, still ashamed frown. He looked back up at Vil, gulping.

“You… you do mean that we’ll be bathing separately, right..?”

Vil crosses his arms, eyebrow quirked up, and gave a Look.

Epel’s face darkens.

“This is just embarrassing…”

Epel grumbled as more warm water was dunked onto his head, cascading through his hair and down his face. The stream of water dripped into the tub, painting the water in a light brown from the dirt and other residue. His head was gently yet forcefully tilted up.

“Keep your head up Epel. You’re going to get mud in your eyes.”

Another dunk of water before the shampoo was applied, the scent of honey and apples not lost on the young Felmier. He could only sigh and pout as manicured fingers massaged their way through his tangled, curly locks, lathering it more and more.

“I’m a grown ass adult. I don’t need anyone bathing me.” He mumbled.

“Language.” Vil scolded, sitting next to the rather large tub, sleeves rolled up while he scrubbed all the dirt out of the younger male’s hair.

The whole ordeal was embarrassing enough, with Epel being stark naked in front of not only his dormleader, but now his friend-turned-crush-turned-‘possible romantic partner?’ After all, you did kiss him on the mouth earlier, so that’s got to count for something, right?

You sat in the same tub as him, though at a distance, back turned to him as you washed your own hair while Vil washed Epel’s. You were also bare, but with all the suds from Vil’s bubble soap acting as a barrier, it’s not like either of you could see each other. Epel snuck a glance your way in an attempt to gauge your reaction to all of this, only to have the same hand from before roughly grab his chin and turn it away from you.

“Eyes forward, Felmier. Don’t even try to sneak a peek at my little cousin.”

“I wasn’t-!”

“Hush. And that means you too, Rook.” Vil warned.

A brief shuffling was heard from the bathroom doorway before going silent once more.

Vil tilted Epel’s chin up once more and dumped another cup of water onto his head to rinse it. Once the dormleader had finished cleaning the last of the mud from his dormmate, he checked to see if his cousin had finished before preparing to take his leave.

“I’ll give you two some time before we move onto the rest of the routine. I’ll be getting things ready and set up, so don’t dottle too much!”

And with that, Epel and you were finally alone to relax.

Shyly, Epel tried peeking over at you again to see you just finishing up rinsing your hair. You were still facing away from him, but he caught a glimpse of bare shoulder and got too nervous, turning his head away. The bubbles may hide yourselves from each other, but the thought of being so close while exposed still sent the poor boy’s heart racing.

The memory of you kissing him earlier played on repeat in his head. How you had pulled him close with such confidence, without hesitation. The feeling of your soft lips against his and how it took his breath away. The sudden spark that ignited in his head, sending off a slew of fireworks for the briefest of seconds.

“You should probably pull the stopper out so the water can drain.”

He was broken away from his daydreaming, processing what you had just said. The stopper? Drain the water? Oh, the tub’s stopper, right, you and him need to get out and dry off before Vil scolds you two again.

He pulled the stopper out and put it aside, then looked around for where Vil left your towels, to see them on the countertop. The countertop that was out of arms reach. Meaning either you or he would have to get out of the tub to grab them, leaving either exposed to the other.

His face flushed again.

“Dagnabbit…” He muttered under his breath.

Maybe he could use the remaining soap bubbles to cover himself and quickly grab a towel for himself, then toss you the other one? Or maybe you could grab your own towel while he looked away? But what if you thought he was just trying to be a creep and sneak a peek while you grabbed your towel? What if you called for Vil and he got his ass handed to him for trying to perv on his cousin?!

“Hey, Epel.”

At the soft call of his name, he instinctively turned to you, only to come face-to-face with you, a mere inch from his face. Your noses were nearly touching and your eyes were looking at him with lidded adoration. When did you get so close?!

He didn’t have time to question as you leaned your body closer, grabbing onto the side of the tub to steady yourself. A familiar twinkle of mischief sparkled in your eyes as you grinned at him.

“Do you want to have some fun before we have to deal with Vil?”

Mind racing, his face felt even hotter at the suggestion, unable to believe what he was hearing. Surely you couldn’t mean what he thought you meant? Surely he was just projecting! There’s no way the cousin to the Vil Schoenheit wants to do that with him, and in such a place so close to said cousin!

“What kind of fun?”

Your grin widened as a hand carefully reached down and he nearly jumped as it came into contact with his semi-hard dick, still submerged in the remaining water. You palmed at his member, fondling his balls and pumping along the length, making him harden under your touch. He bucked his hips, splashing some of the water and making you giggle.

“The kind that would make Vil pop a blood vessel and ruin that pretty face of his if he ever found out.”

That got his attention.

You tilted your head, lazily stoking his dick while you waited for an answer from your partner in crime. Hazy blue eyes looked at you, then towards the closed door, seemingly contemplating, before finally looking back at you. This time, he matched that sparkle in your eyes and smirked in that same way that made you fall for him in the first place.

He suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you in for a messy kiss, much like how you did before, catching you off guard and making you near topple onto him.

Guess that was an enthusiastic yes.

Epel watched, memorized, as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. Your mouth swallowing down the full length so easily, lips wrapping around his girth and cheeks hollowed out to make room.

He couldn’t help but to stare at you, even when your eyes caught his gaze. They were half lidded and drunk from sucking on his hard length. They looked almost glassy, like a porcelain dolls, beautiful irises unfocused with a few tears gathered at the corners.

You smiled around his cock, tongue licking the underside and lips slurping noisily. Your hands were busy fondling his balls, gently massaging them and raking your manicured nails to elicit twitching from his member. You gave a suck before popping off his member to properly speak.

“You taste so sweet, Epel. Like apples!~” You slurred, looking up at him with pure adoration and lust. You licked off some of the precum from the tip and chuckled when it twitched once more. “I could just eat you up a~all day.~”

Pride swelled in his chest as the young farm boy couldn’t help but smirk giddily. Knowing that he was that attractive, that you’d be willing to get down on your knees and blow him all day, was a huge boost for his ego, especially considering your status. His dick was just too good to pass up, a true mark of manliness!

‘Ha! How’s them apples, you pompous asshole?!’ He mentally jeered while you continued to slurp all over his cock.

With his newfound confidence, Epel grabbed at your still soaking wet hair, and pushed you down onto his cock, properly deepthroating you. Your eyes blew wide from the sudden intrusion poking at the back of your throat, making you gag and sputter around him. The tightening of your throat egged him on as he began to roughly bob your head along his length. All the water was drained by this point, offering him more room to position himself and you so that he could use your mouth like a proper fleshlight (without drowning you by accident).

He harshly thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly while you tried to keep up. The audible sounds of squelching and slurping echoed in the bathroom as a few tears fell and ran down your cheeks. You can’t recall ever being treated so roughly before, like you weren’t made of glass and could break at the slightest touch. It was all just so messy and rowdy and thrilling..!

His thrusts started to become more irregular and slow, focusing on being more precise and deep. His grip on your locks grew tighter and he held you close as he gave one last thrust, pushing his dick as far as it’d go. You felt him twitch and suddenly, tasted the burst of a wave of hot, creamy fluid rush into the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow.

You sputtered, unprepared as some stray semen squeezed past your lips and drip onto the tub, mixing in the soapy suds that had yet to dissipate. He held you in place until he was sure that he had completely emptied in you. Only then did he finally let go and lean back, allowing you to slip his dick out with a noisy pop.

Panting, trying to catch his breath, Epel looked down at you to see your flushed face and open mouth dripping with his sticky release. Your eyes looked glazed over, lidded as they stared up at him tiredly. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

You looked completely fucked out and if it was the hottest thing Epel has ever seen-!

Too lost in his daydream, he hadn’t noticed you lavishing his cock in attention once more, warm mouth sucking and lapping up the stray cum. After cleaning him up, you finished him off with a kiss on his reddened tip and smiled up at him. He gave a crooked smile in return.

“Better hurry and get dried off. Vil’s probably impatiently waiting for us.”

Oh, right, he had completely forgotten about that. Ugh, back to the same old grind…

The two of you made quick of drying off, brushing through your hair, and cleaning up any evidence left behind from your activities. Once you were both dressed and presentable, you made your way out of the bathroom and towards where Vil had everything set up and ready to go. Vil looked displeased and impatient but gestured for the two of you to sit down.

Epel nodded and did as he was told, but as you two made your way over to the seating, you leaned close to his ear and quietly whispered, so only he could hear.

“Next time, I’ll let you put it in me.~”

You giggled at his flushed face and gave a quick kiss to his cheek, making him grow even redder. Vil scolded you for such action, but you simply ignored him and sat down prim and proper. Epel shuffled his way over to sit next to you, gaze facing the ground in embarrassment and secret pride.

[harrysmimi]

Baby Talk

Synopsis: Harry wants to try for a baby but is hesitant to tell his girlfriend

CW: Smut and a shit load of fluff.

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Ever since Harry had come back home with YN.

The first thing they did was go to Brielle's baby shower her sister-in-law hosted for her.

YN was very excited to see her friend pregnant, she even called dibs for baby sitting before Alec, which got him pissed for the moment there.

Now it was three weeks later, Harry wasn't working but making a music video which would be done by the next day. He had a magazine interested yesterday and the Photoshoot is arranged on the weekend. That meant he was free and home today.

He scrolled through Instagram, when YN's post popped up on his feed. Yes, he followed her private account. It was a little photo dump from her friend's baby shower. The first picture was of her and Brielle recreating the Hadid Sisters pictures from a long time ago. And the next was YN's hand on her friend's bump all surprised, he reckoned it was that moment when YN felt babies kicking inside for the first time it has her gasping and her friend laughing. And next two were of him and her together and rest of it were random little videos and to end it all, she had a funny pictures of Brielle using her bump as a table for her plate of cake taking a huge bite. Just ten likes on her post from ten people out of fifteen who follow her.

She had removed very many people from her follower list (especially her cousins) and switched her account to private recently since Harry decided he wanted to follow her, and turned off her DMs. Apparently the hate was increasing since he talked the second time about her recently. It was going to be inevitable, but she thought it was going to be best option there.

He liked it and commented a little red heart, and pouty emoji.

Now seeing that post had his heart racing. Especially remembering how good she was with Brielle's nieces and nephews that day, everyone loved her for some reason. She was surrounded by little kids the whole time there. Even her own niece and nephew loves her, no wonder why! He loves her too!

Especially Brielle's three month old nephew. Apparently the infant was way too infatuated by YN that he would start to cry every time she tried to give him to his dad.

"Hey, come on Mateo." Brielle's brother urged his son back to him but the little baby started whining. It is indeed very difficult to figure what is going on in an infant's mind. Mateo was meeting for the first time and he already didn't wanted to leave her.

"It's okay, I don't mind hanging out with him." YN assured the red head.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll go find you or your girlfriend if he starts to get fussy." She nodded. That's when Harry saw her approaching him with the baby as he went to get a drink of water. "Harry look."

"Oh who is that?" He cooed, watching the little lad staring up at his girlfriend like she's made of twinkling stars with his big blue eyes. He doesn't blame the little lad but he's just little baby. "Hello, darling!"

"This is Mateo, Brielle's nephew." YN introduced the little human to him, "and Mateo this is Harry, my boyfriend." The little boy just squirmed shyly in her arms making the pair laugh. "He's so cute!"

"He is," Harry agreed, "how old is he?"

"Three months." She gasped, distracted watching the little boy smiling at her. "Sorry, I just..." She looked up at him sheepishly.

"It's alright, love." Harry smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks. "I don't blame you, he is very adorable."

For the next three hours the couple hung out with little Mateo until he fell asleep and YN had to give him back to his parents. The little sad pout on her face was the most adorable thing she's seen. She really wanted to hang out with that tiny human more!

That nailed the image in his head for good.

Now that he's had more free time on his hand, he's got to thinking. He does want all of that for himself too. Especially now when he's got someone who he loves to much and she feels the same way.

He had watched his friends meet the love of their life, fall in love, get married and have family of their own. He's experienced that first hand with Sarah and Mitch. Is it too bad he wants that for himself too?

Hell, they haven't had the baby talk yet and here he is already picturing everything.

A little baby to love on in a way which seemed much more magical to even think about. No doubt, his YN would be the best parent to their kiddos. If they have any!

Two years is enough time right? To give a thought about wanting a family with someone.

Harry has never found talking about anything this difficult. For the first time they had indulged into something sexual, he had her sat down to ask what she wanted from it, what she thinks would be comfortable for her and what not as it was her first time. They even talked more about the moving in together part, he wanted to be sure that it's something she wanted too and she did now they're living together.

He doesn't know if that's something she really wants, his assumptions and him thinking she's going to be the most amazing mother to his kiddos won't be relevant if she doesn't want any kids. Maybe she doesn't want to get pregnant. Maybe she doesn't want to have kids at all.

He's not getting any younger. Especially since her brother have pointed out that he's quite older than his baby sister though he doesn't see a problem with that, it made him insecure. Even if it was just tiny bit. It has never been an issue for either of them.

He's just beating himself up for no reason, he knew that. All it is going to take is talking to her about it. If he tells her about his tiny insecurity she's going to give him a good talk about how it was definitely fine with her, how she shouldn't be insecure around her because she loves him and would never judge him or make him feel bad about himself in all her consciousness. The click of the door opening caught his attention, making his heart beating like he just ran a marathon.

"Hazza, I'm home." YN's little mumble traveled through their small living room with a sound of door clicking close she appeared in his sight.

"Hello darling." He smiled, already rushing to greet her. She had a little bag of groceries with her. "How was your day at work?"

"It was good, surprisingly we didn't had any Karens coming in today." She beamed putting away bottle of Orange Juice in the fridge.

She seemed in a very good mood today. Should he talk to her?

"Do you want to start on with dinner?" YN suggested, "I need to go take a shower, spilt coffee all over my pants today."

"I thinking we should go on a date." He suggested, making up a plan on the spot. They both haven't been on a proper date in a while now. Her eyes lit up in instant on the mention of a date night.

"Yeah, we should." She agreed.

Harry took her to the same restaurant they went on their first date, it was the first time since then.

He stalled the whole night to talk about it. Wanting to take advantage of her being in a good mood was thrown out the window as soon as both of them came back home. He'd put on the movie both of them wanted to watch for ages. Not giving into her little touch of affection and kisses. It's him who takes things further unless she's making it very obvious.

In the morning, YN slept past her alarm. She was rushing to leave for work, he had to go get last shots of his music video done too. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't even realise how fast the time went on and she was kissing him bye for a few hours like every day before heading out.

It took him extra long to get shots for his music video done today. He was stuck thinking about how he should have just told her instead of stalling and basically turning her down for having sex without saying a word. That wouldn't have been the first time he's told her he's not in the mood, she's nothing but understanding. But he saw her face today.

She woke up before him, didn't stay in bed for their morning cuddles. She hardly talked to him. Yeah, she was in hurry to get to work but still he felt so guilty.

But to his surprise, he was greeted by a squealing YN at home. "Harry, Harry, Harry, I have to tell you something!" She grabbed his hands and drag him to the living room with her. He sat down to have her basically sat on his lap giggling at her excitement for he doesn't know what.

"What's got you so excited?"

"So you probably don't know her, but my co-worker Emily's cat had an unexpected litter like a little over two months ago." She started, "you think we can get one kitten from her, please?"

"You want to get a kitten?" He was surprised.

"Yes! Half of them have already got their new homes. I wanted to talk to about it but I forgot. Please!" She hopped on her spot like a toddler asking for candy.

"Of course we can get one, baby, you don't have to say please." He chuckled. Honestly he wouldn't mind adding a pet to the mix. He's been wanting to try to have a literal human kid!

"I love you so much!" She attacked him with a bear hug with her arms wrapped around his neck. With an umph Harry almost fell back but held onto her before she could fall down on the floor.

"I love you more!" He pressed a kiss on her cheek. "When can we go bring one home?"

"She said she wants to keep the kitten with their mum for another week just so they're litter trained and all." YN shared, "her husband's a vet so he suggested the kittens get their vaccinations before they go to their new homes."

"Mhmm, that gives us enough time to prepare for one, doesn't it?" He suggested.

"Yes!" She nods her head jerkingly, "you sure you want a cat living with us?"

"Of course baby, we'll have to keep an eye on Mr. McFish though. Cats and Fishes don't quite get along, do they?" He's grown very attached to her pet fish there. He cleans up the aquarium, feeds the fish and all that stuff himself. He just doesn't let her do that when he's home.

"He'll be fine, his aquarium has got a secure lid and all." She assured him.

"Okay." He agreed.

"She sent me pictures of the kittens who haven't been adopted yet." YN picked up her phone from the coffee table and opened up her recent chat with her co-worker. There was a message from YN's side saying she needs to talk to her boyfriend first.

That made it everything all the more legit to him. He's never been in a serious relationship like this before. She cares enough to ask for his opinion. Even show him pictures of kittens. He shared with kitten's personality he liked through the little videos. No doubt of the kittens were adorable, he liked the one with the more energy, it was more rowdy bullying it's other siblings.

"I was thinking..." He trailed off when YN finally put her phone away being done with showing him all the pictures.

"Hmm?" She sounded giving him all his attention.

"I, I don't know how to, ehm, say this." He stuttered, running a nervous knuckle under his nose.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned all of a sudden.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. I'm just nervous to say this!" He sighed.

"Harry, did you do something? What did you do?" She didn't know why she was asking this but it felt like he did something and how he wants to confess to her. A crease between her eyebrows grew tighter.

"No, no, baby I didn't do anything." He rushed, "I just want to ask if you like ehm, want to, uhhh... start trying to have a baby?"

"I, uh, what?" She was so surprised by his question she didn't know how to even process it.

"I know we never actually talked about it. Do you want to have kids? With me?" He asked but quickly realised, "I shouldn't say it this way. I, YN, I really, really, really love you if it's not obvious until now you know. And I've never had what I have with you by my side, I mean I've never lived with anything, never had a pet with anyone before, never had anyone care for me in the way you do before. I want more of it. Just a little bundle of our love to love upon for the rest of my days. I've been thinking about it since we were in New York, and especially since last couple of weeks. I don't know how to approach this conversation 'cause it can be bit sensitive for some. Don't know if that's what you want, I won't even ask you again if you tell me."

His heart was hammering in his ears as he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Harry, I..." She trailed off to add to his fear. "I do want to have kids. Especially if it's with you. I understand what you're saying, I'm not gonna say no to that. God, you don't know how much I want my own little ones! But not when still not married."

"What's wrong that? We already have sex." He shrugged.

"I just don't want to deal with mu family Harry, I honestly don't care when we start a family, you know?" She asked, her voice as soft as it can get, "you already know how my parents are after me because they know we live together. It's already hard enough for me to put up with them. If they got to know we're having a child together, I don't even want to think what my parents will do after. You know it's still not acceptable where I come from to have kids before marriage, people talk complete shit which I know I won't be able to take. But we can, after we're married."

"I understand." He nodded, because he really did. Her word to have a baby with him was enough to put him at ease and hold him off until they're actually married. Which he thinks is not too far enough in the future.

"And having a baby is a lot of work. We'll need to get a place with an extra bedroom for the little one, unless you don't mind having a little cot in our room here." She shared.

"They will be sleeping in our room untill they're big enough, baby, but I don't mind if it happens in this home. But we can look for a house close by here if you want?" He suggested.

"Mhmm we can do that." She agreed. They would have to discuss more on financials, because YN had just turned in her last installment of ger house loan (collaborating with Harry came in a huge help for her with that) and had very little in her savings to chip in. Even though Harry would be able to get a house all by himself, she'd want to be a part of the financial process too. "How many do you want."

"Let's think about one first." He chuckled sheepishly.

"Mhmm." She teased him, "I was thinking maybe I wanna have two or four."

"You want an even number of kids?"

"I just don't want a middle child." She chuckled. Even if they did ended up having an odd number of kids she'd treat her middle child the best she could like the others.

"Awh!" He cooed sadly pulling her in an embrace, he pressed a kiss sloppy on her cheek with a loud smooching sound.

"Are you okay, though?"

"Mhmm, I am." He sounded, "why would you ask that?"

"You, ehm, last night, you basically turned down to have sex." She stuttered, "that was very unusual, especially coming from you."

He cracked a smile picking up on the humour in her last sentence, that's true though. "Was just thinking about all this, that's all."

"I thought something happened, are you sure you're okay?" She pressed.

"Yes baby, I am sure. When have I ever hid being sad or low from you, hmm?" He scooted closer to her, nudging his nose against her, "especially when I know I'll be getting loads of cuddles and kisses from you."

She chuckled, "I can give you kisses and cuddles whenever, Haz, you know that."

"Yeah?" He rubbed his nose against hers in feathery touches, "would you give me kisses and cuddles now?"

"Mhmm." She agreed, her eyes shuttered closed as she leaned into close contact with him.

"Come close to me then, pretty." He urged her to straddle his thighs, she did, her mouth already buttoned onto his taking him by surprise. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose as he pulled her closer. He couldn't help the groan of a whine which left his mouth when she pulled away, feeling her fingers slip through his hair on the back of his head in gentle, soothing strokes of her finger tips. He leaned into her touch.

"What do you think? You think we'll have a girl a boy first?" She asked.

"Hmm," he signed ad his hands rested upon her hips, "I mind with either. We'll love them for who they are!"

"Awh!" She cooed. "But I think you'll be a better suit for a girl dad."

"How so, baby?"

"She'll know that how she is to be treated, our daughter I mean which is nothing but like a royalty. I know you'll treat her like a queen." She shared, "I can already imagine that."

It warmed his heart, "that puts on a lot of pressure on me."

"No, it's okay." She rushed, "I didn't mean it that way, I'm sorry. You're going to be an amazing dad to our babies, Haz!"

"I'm just teasing baby, I know we're gonna make mistakes on our way which is okay." He chuckled at her reaction, "but what if we have a boy?"

"Then you're gonna be the best influence, he's gonna grow up to be - hopefully - comfortable in himself and be the most respectful person just like our daughter would grow up to be." She smiled, pressed another sweet kiss on his mouth which he so gladly returned to her. "But I want you to tell me whenever you're not in mood okay? I feel so bad, I was being all touchy-touchy. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable."

"No, you didn't my love, I love it when you touch me. In any way." He assured her, "you know I'll tell you when I'm not in mood. But now I certainly am in the mood." With a cheeky smirk he buttoned his mouth on hers, feeling her smile he tightly wrapped his arms around her.

"Well, good thing," she mumbled, "because I am too."

"Yeah?" He taunted, "always so needy for me, aren't you?" He stood up all of a sudden to her surprise. His hands supporting bum with her legs wrapped around his hips he made his way to their bedroom. "Need to wash my hands first. Baby, please!" Just when he'd put her down on their bed he was pulled down with her a huff.

"Oh, okay." She realised releasing her arms from around his neck.

"Be right back," with a peck on her forehead he rushed to the bathroom, he's touched his car door, then the lift button, fiddled with his keys and touched the main door before she was dragging him to the sofa talking about getting a new kitten, he also washed his dick just to be safe. Got a towel to splay on their sheets, he knows that they'd be tok tired to change the sheets later even jf they're yet to have their dinner. Took him all long three minutes to return, already unbuttoning his the white dress shirt he had on. "Hi."

"Hi." She chuckled watching him knee his way towards her on their shared bed, pushing away their blanket as he layed the towel down. He gave her another quick kiss before he was shrugging off the shirt off his shoulders but it got caught in his necklace. "You're going to break it." She reached for his necklace and carefully freed the button stuck in the chain making him giggle as he threw the garment on the floor, he was initially aiming for the laundry basket.

"Only fair if you take your shirt off."

"No!" She whined in her pretend disagreement.

"Yes!" He mocked her as his hands reached for the hem of her turtle neck at her hips, daring to dig his fingers just enough to make squirm before he was pushing the fabric up. She'd let him pull it over her shirt revealing the black lacy bra she was yet to take off, but the neckline got caught in her earring. "Oh, don't move!" He carefully slipped off the piece of jewelry from her earlobe as it was just a hook. "You alright?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"These are cute!" He chuckled seeing the clay charms of cats hung on the hook, he placed the pair on the side table once she handed him other. Her friend got those for her saying the piece of jewelry reminded her of her. He hovered over her as he lied her down carefully, managing to fit perfectly in between her thighs as his lips brushing in feathery touches just under her earlobe, like a pain relief kiss.

YN's hands dipped inbetween both their bodies reaching his core, her hand was met with his hard on. Just a squeeze on his bulge had him grunting against her neck as his teeth sunk into her skin.

God, she'll have to wear turtle necks for the rest of the week now!

Harey definitely loved leaving his marks on her, in the places only he can see. On the swells of her breasts and in between, on her hips, on soft skin of her inner thighs closer to her glistening cunt.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned heavily breathing, "you're gonna make me cum just like that."

"Can I, please?" She asked, stuttering shyly, "I want to suck you?"

"Yeah? Go on baby love, you know I'm all yours." He lifted his head up from her neck to look at before he pressed a soft lingering kiss on the full of her mouth.

He had moved every pillow to be piled up on the headrest of their bed as he's planning to get her in the same position in sometime. He got his pants and boxers off, his prick proud and hard up right.

"I love you!" She mumbled giving him another kiss on the cheek, as she sat on her heels next to him. Trailing her hand from his chest, down his tummy following the happy trail below his belly button.

"I love you mo-" he gasped at the touch of her hand on his cock, feeling sensitive for unknown reason today. He watched her moments as he wrapped her small hand around his shaft, on the second stroke and a swipe of her thumb over the tip had him throwing his head back. Breathing heavy.

She decided to cut to chase when he felt her warm mouth wrapped around his tip, her tongue pressed flat getting the taste of the pre cum. He swore he could be cumming any moment when he felt soft vibrations of her humming around his cock taking him further down, using her hand to cover what she couldn't take.

"Gahh! Fuck!" He moaned, his voice went extra deep mid orgasm which she seemed to love so much, he took her free hand in his lacing his fingers through hers in a gentle hold. She pulled away with a pop sound of her sucking hard on his cock to catch for breathing, reaching to cup his balls, playing with them just how she's figured he likes it. She took him back in his mouth bobbing up and low on gis length. "Fuck, just like that baby. You're so - ugh! - so good to me!" That earned another moan from her around his cock.

"Fuck I'm so close baby, just like that make me cum. Please!" His breathing got heavier which had his heart thumping against his chest, he whined at the lost of contact when she pulled away.

"Cum for me, Haz." She requested. Just as she had her mouth back on him, his release warmed her up. Taking all she could as the rest of his cum dripped down her hand with each bob of her head, making his cock go softer. She felt his legs shake on her side, a hand on the back of her head.

"C'mere." He breathed, without any hesitation he pulled her to smear his lips onto her spit-cum slick ones, slipping his tongue in her mouth.

"You good?" She asked.

"Yeah, just need a moment, you made me cum so hard." He nudged his nose next to hers, "I want you to sit on my lap, get on." YN listened to him, raising up on her knees to get closer to him. "Pants and knickers off, sweet girl." His demand caught her off guard.

First of, she was wearing her comfy panties when she changed after she got home, they had little pandas printed on them. She wasn't planning on letting him see those as he's teased her once about the same pair before, it was going to be am embarrassing in such a sexy moment. And second off, she haven't shaved since her period stopped this month. Though he's made it pretty clear he doesn't care, but she does. Somewhat.

"What's wrong?" He asked, finally being able to breath at a steady pace. "What? Are you wearing your pink panda panties?" He smirked.

"Stop, they're comfy!" She scoffed moving on her spot, feeling the slickness of her own folds with each move.

"Come on, I don't mind. It's my turn now." He urged her. Hesitating she followed his demand, shimmying her swears and panties off, "come to me!" He made grabby hands towards her making her.

"You sure you want to go again?" She enquired, he still looks blissed out, his pupils still blown out.

"Mhmm, plus I have other means to have you screaming my name." He smirked, resting his hand on sides her bare thighs moving his hands up to hest on her hips.

"Daddy chill!" She rolled her eyes.

He knew what she was doing there, bringing up his one kink they hardly indulged in now.

"Now, now angel, don't be a brat." His made a semi-hard contact with her bum causing her to jolt in surprise.

"What was that for?" She gasped.

"You heard me." He raised a challenging brow at her, causing her to laugh throwing her head back. He'd figured she can't be serious like this which he found adorable. "Don't be a brat if you want Daddy to make you feel good."

"Oh then I'm definitely gonna be one." She nodded her head, biting onto her lips to hold back another laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She couldn't, letting her head drop on his shoulder for a moment she giggled. "I'll be serious now." Blinking her eyes twice she put on a serious which now had him giggling at.

Usually he's the one incharge in bed, as cliche as it sounds that's how both of them work. But none of them felt the need to verbalise the power dinamic in a kinky way, maybe it was a thing at the very start but for some reason they both stopped it. And now joke about it here and there. But it had his cock almost jumping up again when she called him that.

The little joking around made it all the more real for her, that sex or intimacy isn't always picture perfect as it is usually portrayed in the media. It was so much more enjoyable that way, seeing him actually make an effort to wash his hands so she wouldn't catch any unwanted infections or shit that happens to people with uteruses, or the way he makes her to feels so comfortable in her own skin even though she doesn't fit into the conventional mold made the society. That was the most sexiest thing she had experience!

"Your tits look amazing in this bra." He commented, blatantly staring at the swells of her breasts right in front of his face, as he raised his hands along her sides to rest on the curve of her waist before one slipped up further on her back in no time garment was unhooked. He's way too slick with his movements in moments like this. He further slipped down the elastic straps from her shoulders, leaving her now in the same state as him.

"Way better!" Tugging down the flimsy garment made of lace off her hands, Harry tossed it accross the bed to join rest of their clothes. Dipping his head forward, he pressed his lips onto her neck leaving the soft trail of kisses down her sweet spot, making his way down to her collar bone. Working to deepen the mark he left on her a couple pf days before. One of his hand squeezing onto her breast rolling the hardened nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, whilst reaching down to wrap his lips around the other. She whimpered under his touch, feeling the wetness just grow further in between her legs.

Harry could only imagine how full her breasts would be once they're finally have a baby, excited see and go through all the changes by her side. That had him dipping his hand in, finger tips brushing up her wet folds. He smirked feeling her gasping, leaning back into the pillows to look atthe way he had her whimpering under him.

He was already getting at her sight. "Hmm, so wet." He spared a glance at his fingers working onto her sensitive cunt, "for me baby?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, hands halting onto either on his shoulders to keep herself steady. All her teasing him went out the window just at the touch of his finger tips on her sensitive clit.

"Words, sweet baby, I need words." He teased as he rubbed slow circles on her clit.

"God, it's for you, Harry!" She bleated.

"It's what now, darling?" He urged her to say what he wanted to hear, halting his move.

"Ah! Please don't stop," he was going to annoy her with this now as he shot her a cocky look, "please daddy!"

"That's my girl." A dimple dented his cheek as his smirk grew wider.

"Please I want you inside Harry," she shot him a puppy face, "I've been holding off since yesterday."

"Yeah? That's what took you fifteen minutes extra in shower this morning, baby love?" He was enjoying it now, teasing her.

"I told you was washing my hair!" She whined, that was the truth. It's not as good as it is with him, she'd rather wait for him when he's close to her than do it herself.

"Then what are you calling me tonight?" He reminded her.

"Daddy," she nods her head jerkily, "daddy, please!"

He chuckled, "I'm just teasing baby, you can have me. You ready now?"

"Mhmm, mhmm!" She agreed. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, it took him just few strokes to get himself fully hard again if he wasn't already. Nudging his tip in her fold he urged her to take control.

"Come on, baby, you wanna ride Daddy's cock?" He suggested.

"Mhm-" before she could say anything his tip was pushing past her slit. She still can't get used to him, especially when they go a day or two without making love some times. She slowly sunk on his cock, feeling him fill her up to brim. Her head fell to the crook of his neck.

"Take your time to adjust baby," he sighed feeling her tightly wrapped around him.

"Need a moment." She shared.

"Yeah, why don't gimme a kiss baby?" He suggested, already cupping her jaw with one of his hand to bring her down, buttoning his mouth on hers pushed his tongue past her lips. He hummed at the contact trying to pull her more closer, as if he wasn't inside her already. The sound of their lips moving together came to halt when YN pulled away just to speak.

"I, I, can move now." She shared, feeling streched enough around his prick.

"Go on baby," he urged her. YN slowly started rutting her hips against his, with a pair of his hands on either sides of her helping everything to keep her steady. He never held back his moans, voice two times lower and deeper as he pressed his forehead onto her chest.

This was his favourite thing to do, making love with her.

Feeling her clench around his cock, or his fingers, especially when she's enjoying it. He felt so proud lf every time they made love, seeing her grow more and more confident and comfortable in herself. He pressed a kiss on her chest where her heart is.

"Fuck!" He heard her mumble quietly.

"You enjoying it baby?" He asked, moving behind , "you feel so— fuck!— so good wrapped around my cock, so warm and tight. So good for me."

"Fuck. Ye-yes!" She nods her head jerkily. The coil in her stomach tightened to the point it was close to coming undone any moment. "I'm so close, daddy!" It the slipped.

"Wait for me baby," he warned her, making his grip firm on her hips to quicken her movement, "you want me to cum inside you?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Yeah? Gonna fill you up so good, baby!" He announced, his own high was reaching up making his brain go all mushy. "Cum for me, will you baby? Cum around my cock."

"I, I am. I am." She nodded. Finding right words in the moment was something she couldn't do. Her rutting against him because sloppier and sloppier making her shudder as she came clenching around him. Have him fill her up with his cum. Just on the last thrust she sunk back on his cock before feeling him soften up again. It hit her hard, her orgasm there unexpectedly.

Their bedroom filled with their heavy breathing and sighs of pleasure. YN snuggled into Harry with him still inside her. Her taking on birth control was the best decision she'd made, and this was one of many reasons why on the list. The feeling she couldn't comprehend in words.

Especially now that he'd finally help nail another reason for wanting him cum inside her every time with his baby talk. Was it weird that she was thinking how great of a father he would be to her kids in a moment like this? She could careless. Because that's what she would want her kids to have.

"You good, my love?" Harry asked. His voice sounded extra honey sweet to her right in that moment.

"Mhmm." She sounded, "it was amazing."

"It was, honey love." He breathed out as he was too tired in the moment to even laugh with having two orgasms back to back. Somehow, he reached for the blanket to wrap around her so she won't get cold. He hiked up his legs at his knees so she is cradled against him.

"This okay?" She enquired for his consent about what he knew exactly.

"More than okay, darling." He assured her. Who was he to lie he didn't enjoyed a bit of cock warming here and there? "You know, I love you so much!"

She giggled tiredly, "I love you so much, too, Haz!"

They sat there cuddled up with their blanket wrapped around them. Until YN realised she was hungry and that she hasn't eaten anything since breakfast.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

"I am hungry." She shared, just to make it more clear her tummy rumbled.

"Oh no, baby." He gasped softly, "let's get you fed now, yeah?" He rubbed her back twice before reluctantly pulling away. He slowly slipped out of her, completely aware how sensitive she gets every time. "I'm sorry, I brought you in here before we had our dinner." He shared.

Harry takes it very seriously if she's had her meals or not, especially since he picked on her not so well relationship with food. She's recently started conversing when she's hungry and she wants to eat.

"I'm too tired to cook anything."

"We'll order take out." He urged her off their bed and to the bathroom so he can help her clean up. He even rushed to get a change of clothes. He had already put on a pair of sweats.

"I'll do this," she said, "please order something. I didn't had my lunch today." Taking the another pair of panda printed panties he got for her, she slipped them on and his sweatshirt next.

"YN!" He let a scolding whine, "did you not take your afternoon medications then?" Pulling out her hair from the neck hole of her (his) sweatshirt she shot him a look of her puppy eyes. "No, don't look at me like that. You know you shouldn't have those medicines without having some food in your system, love. Then you get all dizzy and nauseous, that's not good for you."

"I didn't get the time to today." She explained, tailing behind him as he made his way in the kitchen, "we were short on staff today. So I just took my medicines in hurry thinking I'll get time to eat after."

"Don't do that next time, okay?" He warned her, "you were short staffed doesn't mean you can't take fifteen minutes to yourself to eat. If that happens again I'm gonna have to have a chat with the owner myself."

"No, it won't happen again. I promise." She rushed. He was putting some frozen fries in the air fryer, she noticed. He disapproved thay she actually ate those, but at least she'll have something in her stomach till their take out is delivered to them. It was quick to make.

Who's gonna stop her from eating french fries? That too the frozen ones, no one! That's why he brought over his air fryer from his house when he moved his stuff to their flat.

"You're making me fries." She pointed out, wiggling her brows at him with a teasing tone.

"Stop, you haven't eaten anything in last thirteen hours." He rolled his eyes. She stood there next to him watching him make her a snack, there wasn't a point in teasing him more there.

He looked so pretty, standing there shirtless. Sometimes she forgets how much taller he is that her that she really have to lift her head up to look at her gorgeous features. Yeah, he's that all over her and obsessed that he's constantly clinging onto her for her realise. She's got all to herself there. Not even in dreams had she imagined to have a partner as loving amd caring as him. A soft place to fall back to when it becomes inevitable to not feel low.

Now he's stood there in all his pretty glory making her something to eat as she hasn't had anything since morning, scolding her a little for it. It warmed her heart.

Pressing a soft kiss by his ship tattoo, she went onto sit on the counter whilst he's done putting her snack together. After he was done, Harry rushed to get his phone opening up the food delivery app he stood next to her. He pulled up the cuisine page.

"What would you like to eat, my lady?" He enquired, showing the options.

"Hmm, let's see." She scrolled through down to the option. And of course she picked up Indian food.

"I'm feeling butter chicken." He shared.

"Look at you!" She cooed booping his nose, "I'm a good influence, aren't I!" Flipping her hair back proudly she picked up her favourite restaurant in town, smiling ear to ear. He swore he saw her eyes sparkle.

She hung the moon and the sun. For him, she did.

"That's all you want?" He noticed she'd already added his favourites in the cart.

"Mhmm."

"Okay." He took his phone but added her favourite desserts too before he placed the order paying with Apple pay.

"Haz?"

"Hmm?" He placed his phone down on the counter beside her, giving her his undivided attention. His girl was sat there with her hands on either side of her thighs clutching onto the lip of the counter, swinging her legs.

"Let's get married."

"You want to?"

"Of course I want to." She nods, "so we can finally try to have a baby."

"I don't want you to feel pressured by this baby." He started, "it is going to be a big commitment. I know we live together, but it's going to be completely different to be married in living together. I can wait, we can wait till you're ready."

"I am not feeling pressured." YN assured him, "now that you've said it, that's something I really want. I've always wanted that, you know to have my own little family... Getting married has always been important to me, so I cam assured that I'm not feeling pressured. I know it is going to different. But ready for it."

"Yeah, you are?" Harry beamed at her, shifting to stand in between her thighs. He placed her hands on his shoulders, his lips were smeared over hers. First time he kissed her after their love making session.

"Mhmm." She sounded, "I have this image of you with our baby now. A little daughter. I can't seem to shake that off."

He chuckled, "I bet you'd team up with her against me."

"No, you'd be the one teaming up against me with her." She countered, arguing about who'd they're unborn (still unconceived) child would team up with.

"Touché." He giggled cheekily, earning a gasp and smack on his shoulders from her.

"So..." She raised her brows

"So?"

"When are you asking me to marry you?" She asked.

"I'm not telling you!"

"Why not?"

"It won't be a surprise." He shared, "even though I want to marry you as soon as I can. Still want to make it special baby, for us. But soon, yeah?"

"Yeah."

He pressed another kiss on her mouth, before the air fryer started beeping.

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Forced to go to the strip club

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x spitfire!wife

Part of the “Spitfire Universe”

Not necessary to read the other parts but helpful.

Summary: It’s Bob’s bachelor party and their babysitter cannot handle them. Reinforcements must be called in. Reinforcements are sleepy.

“Hello?” You say as you answer the phone sleepily. Who the fuck would be calling at this time? What time was it anyway? You went to bed way later than normal and you feel like you were pretty asleep so it’s got to at least be 2 in the morning or something.

“Is this Mrs. Hangman?” A male voice, that you don’t recognize, on the other line asks. You laugh at that. You didn’t realize when you married Jake you were actually gaining two new names instead of one. You were expecting Jake to be the one calling since his name came up on your phone when you looked for half a second before answering. Whoever this is must have gotten a hold of Jake’s phone somehow.

“Yes, this is she,” you say with a yawn.

“Hi, umm, this is Bob’s cousin. I was the designated babysitter tonight and umm I was told well uhhhh,” the man trails off, clearly trying to figure out how to describe whatever is happening to you.

“You were told what?” You ask. Tonight was Bob’s bachelor party. You figured that the squad would be getting into some sort of shenanigans, hence the need for a babysitter. You specifically didn’t ask any questions. You didn’t want to know. You also didn’t want to have to answer questions when you went out for the bachelorette party tomorrow night. So you knew literally nothing about what your husband and his friends were doing. Bob’s wife to be had come over along with Natasha and the three of you spent the evening watching trashy tv shows together while painting your nails and doing face masks to look your best for the tomorrow night. A girls night in before the girls night out. Plus, someone had to stay home with Eli and Radar. Jake’s on kids duty tomorrow.

The three of you ended up going to bed around midnight, way past your normal bedtime. Natasha passed out first on your couch before you lead Bob’s girl upstairs to the guest bedroom. Usually you try to go to bed at the same time as your son, you feel like you should have tonight since you knew he’d be up at 5 just like normal, only you would be the one getting up with him instead of Jake. You were not looking forward to that. Damn your husband for his early morning runs. You wish you would have taken Penny up on her offer to watch Eli tonight for you so you could have a stress free night in and a nice morning to sleep in tomorrow so you’re well rested for the fun.

“ Umm, you see, Bob told me earlier that if I uhh couldn’t umm,” the man trails off again. How long does this man expect this conversation to last? You have sleeping to do and you’re moving past being annoyed straight into being pissed off at this man.

You roll your eyes and huff, “Give the phone to Rooster.” You figure Bob’s cousin wouldn’t know who Bradley was if you used his real name. Bradley’s the easiest to distinguish from everyone else. Easy to spot.

“I don’t remember which one that is,” the man replies. Of course he didn’t. That would have been too easy for you.

You sigh, why did it have to be your husband doing something dumb, “Hawaiian shirt.”

“He’s drunk.” At a bachelor party? Shocking. You would have never guessed. You’re gonna lose it on this man. You really are.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is. He’ll at least tell me what’s going on without pussyfooting around so please hand the phone to the very tall man with a mustache wearing the obnoxious shirt before I start yelling at you and wake up my baby,” you say, very quickly losing your patience.

“Yes ma’am,” he says before you hear the background noise get louder until you hear Bradley say, “Why are you handing me a phone? I have my phone. It’s not mine!” to Bob’s cousin and then some mumbling.

Finally you hear Bradley say, “Hello?”

“Bradley,” you say.

“Hey! Hangman’s been talking about you! Hey Hangman! It’s your wife! Hi hangman’s wife. How are you? We miss you!” Bradley says, all a little too loudly.

You laugh, “Hi Bradley. I’m good. How are you? Miss you too.”

“I’m so good. I’m having so much fun. Not as much fun as your husband though.”

“How much fun is he having?” You ask.

“So much fun,” Bradley says laughing.

You roll your eyes, at least you’re getting farther than you had with Bob’s cousin. Bradley is at least answering you, “What’s he doing? Where are you guys?”

“He’s dancing on the stripper pole! Very badly. He’s bad at this. I’m sorry your husband can’t dance. I’ll teach him if you want. I’m surprised Coyote’s best friend is this bad at dancing,” Bradley says. You’re starting to hear a slur to his voice.

“It’s okay. He’s usually better when he’s not drunk like that,” you explain.

“He’s really, really drunk, me too, but he’s like bad really drunk. If he spins much more he’s gonna throw up. Gross. I don’t want to see that. We should have someone come get him,” Bradley says then you hear him gasp, “I should call his wife! She’ll come get him.”

You shake your head as you listen to him and wonder exactly how much alcohol is in his system, “I’ll come get him.”

“Oh my God did I call you with my mind?! I don’t remember calling you! I’m magic! I knew it!” Bradley says, excitedly.

“Sure Bradley, you’re magic. I need you to text me where you are so I can come get him, okay?” You ask.

“Okay. I gotta use my phone. This isn’t my phone. I don’t even know whose it is. The background is you and your son. Weird. That’s creepy. Honey, I think you have a stalker. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry. Nobody will get you or Eli on my watch. Uncle Rooster will protect you both!”

“My hero,” you say and yawn again. “Okay, Bradley take out your phone.”

You hear shuffling and then hear, “Okay. Done.”

“Good job. Now I need you to share your location with me.”

You hear a few taps then receive a notification from his phone then hear, “Boom! Crushed it!”

You laugh then smile, “Perfect. You did so good, Bradley. So proud. I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t leave, none of you, until I get there. That poor man Bob put in charge did not sound like he had you all under control. Lord knows you’re all a handful and a half. Bye Bradley.”

“Bye bye!”

You hang up and stretch your arms over your head. This isn’t what you wanted to be doing. You wanted to sleep. You don’t want to go to a strip club to corral a group of drunk men, including your husband, and get them all to leave. This wasn’t your job. You weren’t on Dagger duty, and yet, here you were pulling on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a sweatshirt to get in the car. Why wasn’t Pete babysitting? Unless he’s also there and drunk off his ass. Or maybe he’s sick of them after being with them all week and instead stayed home for some peace and quiet. Smart man.

You tiptoe into the guest bedroom and quickly but quietly wake the soon to be Mrs. Floyd to let her know what was happening. You couldn’t see well in the dark but you’re sure she rolled her eyes at the situation then held her hand out for the baby monitor. Thank goodness for friends who get it. You handed it to her with a quiet, “Thanks, I’ll be back soon! Hopefully.” before you quietly went down the stairs and slipped your feet into some flip flops.

You just grabbed your keys and wallet and stuck them in your hoodie pocket along with your phone. It felt weird not taking a diaper bag with you for once. You quietly went into your garage and open the door to get your car out. You really hope the noise doesn’t wake up Eli or Natasha who had still been snoring on the couch. You grab some water bottles from the garage fridge and toss them onto the front passenger seat as you get in your car and soon you’re on your way to the strip club. Thankfully it was only about 15 minutes from your house so it doesn’t take long for you to get there.

You park your car and climb out then head to the door. The bouncer looks at you funny but doesn’t question you as you hand him your ID. He checks it and hands it back as he tells you to have fun. You roll your eyes. Does it look like you’re there to have fun? You’re pretty sure your hair is a mess and you might even have pillow marks on your face still. If anything he probably thought you were some jealous wife coming down here in a blaze of fury but that’s not the case at all. You have no problem with strip clubs. You couldn’t care less that your husband is here. These women and some men potentially are just doing their job. Your only problem is you’re here when you want to be fast asleep. You’re pretty sure if the guys don’t immediately listen to you that the party is over that you’re going to have a full on temper tantrum. You’ve watched your toddler have enough of them so you’re basically an expert.

You look around and don’t find anyone who looks familiar. You spot a waitress and quickly walk over to her and ask where a bachelor party might be. She points you towards the VIP room and you thank her before heading in that direction.

There’s another bouncer in front of the door who stops you before you can enter and you just sigh, “Listen, you close in like a half an hour. It’s probably going to take me that long to round up all those guys in there and convince them it’s time to go home. Do you want to deal with their drunk asses and it take you three times as long for you to get them to listen or do you want me to do it and I’ll have them outta here in no time? Because if you want to then by all means go ahead. I’ll go back home and go back to sleep. My son is going to be up in like three hours. If you don’t want to then I’m gonna need you to let me through so I can collect them. I promise you I know them all. This is Robert Floyd’s bachelor party.”

The bouncer nods and holds the door open for you, “Yes ma’am. I apologize ma’am.”

You nod at him and walk in to a mess. There are guys everywhere. A couple you don’t know. One very scared looking man by the small bar. You assume that’s Bob’s cousin. You head over to the bartender, completely ignoring Bob’s cousin, and ask them to turn the room’s music off which they do as you stand on a chair you find. Once the musics off, immediately you hear a bunch of groans and hey’s and you roll your eyes. Whiny babies.

“Hey!” You yell to get their attention.

They all turn to look at you and you take the site in. Bob has a bra hanging from his neck and lipstick kisses on his cheek, you quickly take out your phone and snap a couple shots of that. Bradley’s Hawaiian shirt is inside out. Your husband is holding onto a stripper pole leaning backwards, couple pictures of that one too. Javy was getting a lap dance but the stripper stopped when you yelled, picture of that. Mickey was on Rueben’s back for some very odd reason, picture of that one. Logan and Billy were seated on a couch, double fisting some beers. And both Brigham and Neil have their heads down at the bar and you took a picture of that too. The men you don’t know were all scattered about amongst the others. You honestly expected worse but it didn’t sound like Bob’s cousin could handle anything worse.

When the men all see you there are excited shouts.

“Hangman! That’s your wife!”

“Baby!”

“Mom’s here!” (That one made you roll your eyes but you’re not surprised)

“Oh no! We got caught!”

“I know you!” (Yes Logan, you two have met many times.)

You shake your head at the lot of them.

You put a single finger to your lips until they all quiet down, “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to do this step by step.”

The men all nod at you. Good. You didn’t feel like dealing with any defiant little assholes.

“First! Whatever dollar bills you brought with you for tonight need to be given to the nice ladies who took their clothes off for you. And you’re going to thank them for their time. Bob give back the bra.”

Bob immediately blushed bright red and the men all proceeded to follow your directions, even making sure to thank them. One man walked up to you and held his money out and you shook your head, “Not me you dumbass.” You pointed him towards one of the strippers and sighed, these guys are going to have to make it up to you. You’re taking an extra long nap tomorrow and someone had been watch your son. You feel something around your waist and look down to see your husband has wrapped his arms around you.

“Good job, now number two, you’re going to all cash out at the bar. Get your cards back. We’re not leaving our credit cards here. Make sure you tip,” you say gesturing to the bar.

Jake reluctantly lets you go before following your directions. This step takes them all a while and you end up sitting down on the chair until the bartender gives you a thumbs up and Jake is back to standing as close to you as he possibly can.

You stand back up and your husband wraps his arms back around you, “Okay third step, look around you for trash. If there are cups take them to the bar-“

The bartender interrupts you, “We can handle that. Don’t worry. It’s our job.” You shoot him a glare and he immediately holds his hands up in surrender and says sorry.

“- Like I was saying, if there are cups take them to the bar. If there’s trash there’s a trash can in the corner. We aren’t leaving this place a mess.”

The men all get to work quickly and it doesn’t take long before everything is picked up and vaguely looking clean. To get Jake to listen this time you had to push him off you and point at some trash before he sighed and picked it up and threw it away then returned to his spot.

“Fourth step, make sure you have your wallet, phone, and keys and/or anything else you brought with you. Like a sweatshirt or a hat.”

Everyone immediately starts patting their pockets and nodding. You tap Jake’s shoulder to get him to let go then sit back down and turn to Bob’s cousin, “What was the plan for afterwards. Are they going somewhere? Is there a way to get them to wherever?”

Bob’s cousin shrugged, “We rented a limo to get here and I think the plan was to Uber back to wherever you were staying for the night.”

You shake your head at him, “You think or you know? You’re the worst babysitter. You should know the plan.”

Bob’s cousin hangs his head and apologizes.

You look around before finding Bob and quickly yell his name, gesturing for him to come over to you.

“Hi, Mzzz Hangman. Whass zup?” He says slurring this words.

“What are you doing after this?” You ask.

He scrunches his face for a minute or so before going, “Oh! Theresssa limo to take us to tha hotel and then we go to sleep and then brunch and then more sleep at homes.”

You laugh listening to him, “Thanks. Knew I could count on you.”

Bob beams at the praise.

You stand back up, once again Jake holds onto your legs, “Fifth step, nicely walk out to the limo and get in to go back to the hotel. Mr. Competent over here,” you point to Bob’s cousin, “Will give you further instructions when you accomplish that. I better get a good report for him or I’m gonna be mad at you all!”

That ones followed by most of the men saying a quick, “Yes ma’am.” before they started their journey to the parking lot.

You stop at the little bar and leave Bob’s phone number with them in case anything gets left behind.

You follow after the others and stop at the limo to make sure they’re all accounted for, which they are, except one. You look over at your car and see Jake leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

You turn to Bob’s cousin, “Do not lose them. Have them drink water. Get them straight to their rooms. They should all pass out. I’m taking mine with me so you have one less. You’re lucky.” You turn to the others, “Be good! I want a good report saying you were on your best behavior!” You’re answered with a bunch of giggles as you pat the top of the limo and shut the door.

You unlock your car and watch Jake scramble into the passenger seat. You laugh and walk over, getting into the driver seat, “Did you think I wouldn’t let you come home?”

He shook his head and pouts, “I don’t wanna play with my friends anymore. I want my wife. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want my puppy. I want my baby.”

You laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek, “My poor, sweet husband, forced to go out and spend time with his friends. Didn’t have any fun. Definitely didn’t enjoy getting drunk and seeing mostly naked women.”

His mouth breaks out into a goofy grin, “That was nice but I would much rather see you mostly naked because then I could just make you the rest of the way naked.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Okay, let’s go home. If you want your baby so much you can get up with him.”

Jake perks up, “I can?! I miss him! We’re gonna play so much!”

“You say that now. When he wakes up in two and a half hours you’re going to be so sleepy,” you say as you start the car and start driving home.

Jake shrugs, “Worth it. I’m sleeping with the baby monitor. I’m getting up with my baby. I don’t care what sleepy Jake says. I promise I’m getting up.”

And surprisingly that’s exactly what sleepy Jake did in three hours when your son woke up. How nice of him to sleep in a half hour.

The bachelorette party

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His Sunflower

A/N: Chapter 2 and Sunni, btw, is based off my innocence/ignorance before... ahem... wattpad. YES I WAS A WATTPADER BUT IM A BETTER MAN NOW

CW/TW: Obsessive/possessive Coryo, implied possible SA, drugs, manipulation

Sunni was humming as she waited for her test results. She was watching her favorite anime, Tokyo Ghoul, and smiling every time Hideyoshi came on screen. She always considered herself to be a Hide kind of girl, always smiling and happy.

"Ms. Plinth?" Sunni looked up, turning her phone off and putting it in her pocket.

"Yes, Dean Highbottom?" She replied, sitting up.

"Welcome to Panem Academy. You aced your exam," the dean said, handing her the exam sheets back as a smile grew on her face. She beamed happily, taking the exam sheets back politely and shaking her new headmaster's hand.

"Thank you, sir," She replied before he shooed her off to the office to get her schedule. Sunni was squealing to herself as she made her way to get her schedule. She couldn't wait to see the look of excitement on Sejanus' face!

"Well, well, well," a sudden voice came, pulling Sunni out of her excited pace. "You must be Sejanus' Plinth's little cousin."

Sunni giggled, pushing her brown hair out her face as the newcomer called her Sejanus' little cousin. She wasn't little by any means.

"Well, I dunno about little, but yep, that's me!! Sunni Plinth," She introduced, extending her hand to the mystery man. "Spelt with an 'i' not a 'y'."

"Festus Creed," He introduced, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips to gently kiss her knuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman."

During lunch, Sunni could be seen with Arachne Crane and Clemensia Dovecote, and Coriolanus didn't necessarily mind it because the girls were his "friends." What pissed him off, however, was seeing Festus being so close to her. Making her laugh and having her full attention made his blood boil, and yet... he had no idea why. He had just met her and had no knowledge of her aside from her being Sejanus' cousin.

"Hey, Coriolanus! Sej!" She called, waving him and Sejanus over. The two boys looked at each other, wondering what the fuck she was doing with people who would fully take advantage of her kindness, and joined her at the table.

"So how'd the test go?" Sejanus asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich while trying not to glare at Festus for having an arm around Sunni's shoulders in a very romantic way.

"I aced it!" She replied, beaming and pulling out her graded exam paper and sliding it over to Sej and Coryo.

"Oh me, oh my, looks like you'll have to fight for top spot, Snow," Arachne mocked, taking a sip of her drink as the blonde's eyes scanned the paper.

'Pretty, smart, and innocent as can be,' Coriolanus thought. 'I need to get her away from Festus.'

"Mm, perhaps," He mused in response to Arachne, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Well, whether you do or don't, I don't think fighting for top spot really matters," Sunni interjected, taking a sip of her soup from her silver spoon. "After all, we're all smart in our own way."

"Oh, sweet simple Sunni," Clemensia began, shaking her head. "You'll understand what Arachne means soon enough."

"We have to be smart in every way here. Otherwise, we drown in a sea of work," Festus added, taking a bite of out of his apple.

Sejanus were seething. He wanted to push Festus off Sunni and yell at him for being anywhere near her. Sunni didn't need his bad influence on her—she didn't need to get into drugs or have a forced first time with him. He would do everything in his power to keep them separated.

But Coriolanus? He was plotting. Plotting how to get rid of Festus and get Sunni to trust him. Yet he couldn't figure out why he wanted to protect the ball of sunshine who was named after a plant. He just felt like he had to. Like he needed to.

Glancing at each other, the two friends nodded curtly to each other. A silent vow to protect Sunni no matter to the cost.

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Persuasion at it’s... Finest?

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Pilot!reader  Characters: Pilot!reader, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw

Briefly mentioned: Carole Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell Warnings: Nick being traumatized, friends with benefits situation, Bradley doing all that he can to fight the monsters in his room, did I imagine Nick calling reader at 2am... yes, Tom doesn’t care if Nick knows, not gonna lie... Toms told Ron about the reader, and he approves (not just cause, it pisses mother Goose and Mav off), Carole is a trooper for enduring this chaotic mess, P.S. Carole loves the reader Word Count: 619

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You grunt at the sound of your ring tone. ‘Maybe it’s a dream.’ Your phone is tossed beside you. 

“Phone.” 

You roll your eyes even though they’re still closed and blindly reach for the phone, not prepared for the brightness of the phone even as you thought about it to mentally prepare yourself. 

You close your eyes, setting your phone on the mattress. “Let’s try this again,” you mumble, slowly opening your eyes to peek at the, still, bright screen. 

“What the hell?!” You answer the call, wondering why the hell your damn cousin is calling you now when he knows you’re gonna met up with him and Pete later today after your done with work. 

“Why are you disturbing my slumber, asswipe?” 

He ignores your crankiness and gets right into what he called you for. “Do you know how to make anti-monster spray? Brad doesn’t believe I know how to make it?” 

“You’ve got to be f-” 

“Speaker.” 

You know he’s pulled away from the phone to tell the young boy to say hi, which he does and dammit- it warms your heart. “Hi, Bradley. Why don’t you think your dad knows how to make the monster spray?” 

“He didn’t do it like you.” 

“That’s because he’s trying to distract you with jokes, so you forget what he’s making. It’s a- a clever way to throw the monsters off his trail.” 

“Really?” He asks, like he doesn’t believe you. 

“Yep. Now, that you know how your dad can make the special spray and let him work his magic, can I hangup and you two cleanse the whole house?” 

“But I,” he yawns. “Like talking to you.” 

You smile, knowing how hard he’s fighting to stay awake. “I know, Brad but you gotta let Nick do his thing so you can get all the sleep you need in order to help your mom out with some things.” 

“Okay. We’ll see you soon, right?” 

“Of course. I’ll try to make it over earlier than I said so I can scare your dad.” 

“I heard that.” 

“Good.” You can hear rusting, slowly figuring out that Nick is getting the phone away from Bradley. 

“Hey,” he whispers. “Sorry about that. I know you were sleeping but-” 

“He has your genes.” 

He chuckles, “exactly.” 

“If I don’t make it on time, I’m blaming you and we all know how much Viper likes me. Some might say I’m his favorite.” 

“No one says that.” 

“That’s because they know to keep their mouths shut.” 

“See they do talk about how you’re his favorite, then I don’t believe you.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“Oh! I’m annoying.” 

“Yeah,” you say, without missing a beat. 

“You’re one to talk.” 

His hand brushes against your low back as he reaches for you. “Are you done yet?” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Who is that?” Nick asks after Carole takes Bradley so he can be put to bed (making sure to take the spray with her). “Is that- was that ICEMAN!? What is he doing in your-” 

You hang up on him and quickly turn your phone off soon after. 

“He’s not gonna stop calling,” Tom points out, mumbling into your pillow.

“I know but I can hold him off for right now.” 

“As long as we get to sleep longer, I’m fine with that.” He burrows his head deeper into the pillow. 

You shake your head. “You’re getting up when I do, buddy.” 

“No.” 

“Yes, you are. We both have to be there early.” 

“Anyway, I can persuade you into a different activity, other than sleeping?” 

“Nice try.” You pat his cheek and lay back down, pulling your sheets and comforter over your shoulder.  

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YO may i have some hc about wukong and mac having an so whos a good fighter but is also hella clumsy? :P

Of course! I'll do my best! For this, I used a Fem!S/O! These are a... wee bit graphic violence, but just a little.

Wukong

-When he first met you, it was because MK was wanting to introduce him to Tang's cousin (who acted like an aunt to MK).

-Imagine Wukong's surprise when MK pulls him to an underground fighting arena and points to a woman throwing fucking hands in the ring, matching punch after punch with a man three times her body mass.

-"That's auntie!" The boy had told him, pointing to you just as you slammed your boxing gloves against the opposing man's jaw, flinging his body against one of the four quadrant poles. "Isn't she cool?!"

-...Wukong was a little scared of you to be quite honest, no matter what MK said- you just seemed like a scary woman! (It was baffling that you were related to Tang of all people.)

-Then MK pulled him into the waiting room and called out your name while he pulled at his mentor's sleeve, and you perked up from your water bottle and brighten considerably when your eyes catch MK. You stand and move to walk towards him-

-only to trip over your own feet and slam your face into one of the metal seats, breaking your nose.

-It was really hard to fear you when you were that clumsy outside a fight.

-Given something to hold? Uh oh, butter fingers!

-Trying to get from point A to point B? You trip over your own feet upon taking the first step.

-Trying to eat with chopsticks? Good luck.

-Wukong found it genuinely difficult to fear or be wary you due to your overwhelming clumsiness, but the one time he saw it fail to appear is one he won't forget.

-MK had been fighting a demon that was playing tricks and being an asshole, and almost broke the poor boy's ankle, and you threw yourself into the fight and started wailing on the opposing demon with your lips curled in rage and eyes mere pinpricks.

-Wukong took care of MK with the others, but he was openly gaping at seeing you grab the demon's arm and just start slamming him down on the ground from side to side as if he was a goddamn children's toy.

-You finished it by smashing your fist against the demon's jaw and breaking it, the sick crunching of bone echoing through the air as the demon's body is thrown back against the wall, slumping pathetically as you stand across from him, breathing heavily with blood and bruises coating your knuckles.

-Wukong found that so absurdly attractive that it wasn't even funny.

-Then your personality flipped on a dime, and you turned to rush towards MK only to trip on a stray rock and faceplant.

-...Yeah, Wukong was in love.

-And if he asked you on a date the following week, with your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates and looking so damn nervous, you didn't mind.

-And if you just so happened to say yes to his proposal of dating, well, that's business between the two of you.

-(Except not really, because god forbid secrets be kept when you're dating the Stone Monkey himself, and the 'aunt figure' to the main crew.)

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Macaque

-The first time Macaque met you was when he stole food from your house, and it was only thanks to his sensitive ears and the whispers of the shadows that he managed to dodge your punch that shattered your counter like glass, your eyes glowing softly in the dark and a scowl curled on your lips.

-You kept trying to wail punches on the monkey demon, narrowly missing since he was just a little bit faster (well, a lot faster, but he was curious about you), and he only managed to slip away unharmed and with plenty of food when you slipped on the rug and tumbled to the floor.

-Macaque had a good laugh about that for days.

-Somehow, you ended up amusing him, and anytime he needed (or, well, wanted) food, he would just shadow-port to your home and steal it, making sure that you were home when he did it just to piss you off more.

-He honestly just wanted to see you trip on something stupid again, the bastard.

-But weeks of this same schedule, this same song and dance weighed on you, and you just decided 'fuck it' and didn't even attempt to fight the invading monkey demon anymore, merely rolling your eyes whenever he attempted to catch your attention.

-...Didn't mean you still didn't trip around your own goddamn house like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs.

-Except you were an adult, and this is embarrassing.

-Anytime you'd see- or, god forbid, hear- him laugh at you, you'd flush red and grab the nearest object to throw at him, uncaring of its value or how breakable it is- you just wanted one clean fucking shot on that bastard monkey dammit!

-It wasn't your fault you were clumsy! It was your stupid body's fault! You were lucky to train the clumsiness out of your fights, but it seems like anytime other than that its 'Let's fuck up this dumb bitch's day and make her look like a failure' day.

-...You had insecurities, so what? You're an adult, you're allowed them.

-Months after meeting Macaque- and practically letting him crash at your place, because he's like a stray cat at this point and you're too tired to kick him out- you find him fighting some imp demon, and while he didn't look in trouble, Macaque was holding his side, crimson leaking through his fingers.

-You threw yourself at the demon as quick as a lightning strike, and tussle with the creature, slamming your fist against its upper stomach and crunching its ribs, and sending an twirled axel kick to the side of its head before grabbing Macaque and running towards your apartment while the demon was down and dazed.

-Once inside, you almost tripped again but managed not to (huge success on your part) and push Macaque to sit on the couch while you riffle around the bathroom for your first aid kid. Who cares if Macaque is a demon that heals quickly? You're going to bandage him up weither he likes it or not dammit!

-You wrap the cloth around his wound- pointedly ignoring looking anywhere else- and spit curses both at him and the demon, your words lacking any real bite (well, bite towards Macaque), but the shadow monkey is just silent, his tail swaying gently behind him- the motion slow. Thoughtful.

-Somehow, that event of beating up a demon for him and bandaging him up just made Macaque move into your house, and now you're not only rooming with the monkey demon, but dating him.

-Yeah, you have no idea how this happened either.

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Paradise on Earth (19)

Chapter: 19. Trapped

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Summary: The hunt for the cross continues as it's stolen from the pogues, y/n and her friends go on a chase to save it, and now Sarah.

Warnings: language, violence, car accidents, kidnapping, not fully proofread

Word Count: 2.5k

Links: Wattpad - AO3 - Playlist

Chapter 18 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 20

The next few hours were a blur, everything happened so fast, you couldn’t process it through the tears and anxiety. Pope had fallen, and the cross came soon after- you all successfully dodged it, but as you were figuring out what to do with the cross and how to carry the heavy-ass pure gold cross, Pope had an allergic reaction to the wasps that stung him.

JJ’s cousin Ricky came in clutch giving him a pediatric dose of epinephrine, it had everyone freaking out for a couple half an hour on whether or not he was going to make it. Thankfully he was revived but unfortunately because of how hyped up he was due to the side effects, he insisted and driving and crashing Kie’s dad's truck straight into an oak tree.

So much for him ripping the ears off of everyone inside of the car. 

After everyone safely exited the car John B tried stopping him from getting run over by a semi, you noticed the person driving the truck and the person in the passenger seat as Rafe and Renfield who were driving from the direction of the church.

It was gone.

Pope was pissed as hell but coming back to the church and not seeing that cross there had lit a fire of determination in him. You all went straight to the Chateau for the Twinkie and drove back to the road where the accident happened.

“Oh shit!” Kie groaned. “They found the truck.”

Several police cars blocked off the road where it was, John B had no other choice but to stop as Shoupe approached the van.

“Good evening, Officer,” John B squinted as the cop pointed the flashlight into the car.

“Sheriff,” He corrected.

“Speed kills, huh,” John B joked about the scene of the totaled truck.

“I pulled the tags and I know whose truck that is,” Shoupe pointed the flashlight through the driver's seat window and to the back of the truck where Kie was sitting behind the passenger seat in a ball, hiding from view. “Hey, Kie! You drop your weed pen back there?”

“Found it,” Kie gave Shoupe a thumbs up with a weak smile.

Pope who was behind John B’s seat, spoke up between the headrest and the door, “Sheriff, I just wanna say that this is all my fault. She had nothing to do with this, I take a hundred percent full responsibility.”

“Nothing to do with it, huh?” Shoupe scoffed, “You wanna try that again? Your parents reported the truck missing four hours ago and the keys were missing from the house, I’m taking you home or I can pull you all in for leaving the scene of an accident.”

You exhaled stressfully and rubbed your temples, not one day, not one day without a break.

“I gotta deal,” Kie gave you a ‘save me’ look. You sent her a pitiful smile knowing that it wasn't going to go down well for her. “Hit me up later and make sure I’m still alive.”

The rest of you would have to retrieve the cross without her.

The truck that carried the cross had just pulled up to the Cameron house as the five of you did.

“How much you wanna bet Rafe has the cross inside that truck right now?” Pope comments as you all peer over the concrete wall to get a better look at what was going on.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Sarah walks in the direction of the front gate. John B goes after her and catches her before she’s gone.

“Jesus Christ,” You facepalm and lean your head against the wall. You hear Pope and JJ make their own comments in protest of wasting time for declarations of love.

Pope whispers to him as John B limps back to you, JJ, and Pope with a dopey smile, “Do you want me to perform your vows while you’re at it?”

“Did you say ‘be safe’?” JJ asks.

“Could you take any longer?” You drawl out sarcastically. Part of you was actually bitter about your own love life and part of you was concerned about the time frame for whatever Sarah had planned, “What is she doing?”

You could make out her figure sneaking around the truck and shrugging, you could see barely hear her whisper something about keys. You whisper shout for her to come back but she points to the inside. All of you try signaling for her not to but she goes in anyway.

“I told her not to go inside,” John B says.

“Do the birdcall,” Pope tells him, though you're not sure that would help since she was already through the glass doors.

John B cups his hands around his mouth to make Coo-Coo sound but with his hesitation, it sounded nothing like it was supposed to.

“That is not what a bird sounds like,” You judge.

“You try doing something better then.”

“Too late, dipshit, she’s already inside. Maybe next time I’ll do a detailed demonstration for you.”

“Whatever, I’m going over,” John B uses the strength from his arms to push himself up from the top of the wall but a horn was honking from the street. You turn and see the headlights from a golf cart roll up.

“Uh, excuse me, can I help you?” An old white man with a shotgun stops where the four of you were caught in the act of going halfway up the wall. He cocked the gun and chuckles, “I got double-aught bucks in this thing, so, I can’t miss.”

He steps out of the slow vehicle and warns you all to get off the wall, you slip down it with your hands in the air, anxiety creeping in. What if he called the cops? What if he made you all confront Rafe? What if he shot you?

“Sir, It’s not what it seems,” JJ speaks up beside you.

“You all are on the wrong side of the island.” He keeps the long gun pointed at you as he tells you all to get on your knees, “I think I’m gonna call the police.”

“You don’t have to do that, sir,” JJ pleads calmly.

“I’ll decide for myself what I need to do.”

“Sir, Can I just talk to you for a minute?” You stutter a little nervously, there was a chance he would believe a girl more than he would the boys, so you would have to fabricate a story. “Just to explain.”

You get up from your knees slowly, John B tugged at your flannel but you ignored him. “I know what this looks like, but I promise this is all a misunderstanding. We look like some derelict kids from the cut but we weren’t that to Mr. Cameron, he gave me and my brother a job, I did some housework for him and his wife, and my brother did some yard work along with my boyfriend, and our friend. See I’m just going along with their plan to get an associate of theirs, s-some row flowers for his memorial.”

He lets his gun falter, “Now why are you three boys letting this poor girl do all the talking?”

JJ struggles to get himself up from the kneeling position as you back up into his place, “Sorry, sir, you’re right. She’s right, we’ve just had such a hard time dealing with his death-”

You tune out the story he tells the old man who let his guard down with every lie that slipped out of his mouth. In the time JJ came up with a ridiculous tale about where the flowers you were all going to ‘plant for Mr. Cameron’ came from and why it was relevant, Sarah had still not come back. You were getting antsy but you couldn’t let it show in front of the man that was eating up JJ’s lie.

“You smell that right?” JJ asks the man.

He sniffs, “What is that, night-blooming jasmine?”

“No, that’s more like,” JJ thinks about it for a second, he knows nothing about flowers or plants. “Natural Viagra.”

Your eyes widen, “Okay!”

The boys beside you try to get JJ to stop now but the old guy seemed genuinely interested which concerned you more.

“One sniff and bam!” JJ claps his hands, “It’s hammer time you know what I’m saying. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Your jaw drops, one of his arms goes around your shoulders pulling you closer and the other leads the man to his golf cart, like a couple walking out the last guest from a dinner party. John B grabs your wrist and pulls you from under JJ.

“We’ll be quiet, alright, and we’ll finish up here. I’m so sorry to bother you.”

“See that you do,” He seats himself back into the cart and drives off muttering to himself. “I gotta get myself some of that.”

Once he was out of view, JJ hops over the wall, “Let’s go.”

“What the fuck,” You whisper to yourself.

“What the fuck was that for real,” John B helps you climb over before going himself. The four of you hide behind the bushes trying to get a peek or a sign of Sarah anywhere. Rafe comes out of the same doors Sarah once went in.

John B surges forward only to be pulled back by Pope and JJ. “What do we do then?”

“He might have the gun so what’s in our favor?” JJ snaps his fingers to think, “The element of surprise, that’s what’s in our favor right now.”

“He’s leaving, there's not much you can do there,” You tell them. Pope whispers something and seconds later he’s running after the truck and jumping onto whatever he can grab on. “Has everyone lost their minds?”

“We got the house now that Rafes gone, let's storm the fort.”

Noise from the front door caught your attention, Rose and Wheezie had Sarah’s arms around their shoulders. If Sarah wasn’t moving they must have done something to her to knock her out.

“Let’s go!” John B shouts at you and JJ, running after Rose’s car.

“This is so fucked,” You run to the Twinkie to follow after them because there was no way they were going to get Sarah out. John B and JJ were running back as you slowed down for them to get in.

~~~

The sun rose for the next day as John B tailed Rose’s car to where they loaded up ships with cargo. You parked in a semi-discrete area and snuck behind the slow-moving semi that stopped for a security check.

While the guard was busy talking to Rafe, you, JJ, and John B snuck through the metal gate and weaved through large materials meant to fix or be put on the ships. You hide behind some large rusted metal thing that you couldn’t name, watching Rafe proudly talk to the other guys around him.

“God, I hate that guy,” JJ exhaled.

You shifted your attention to where Rose’s car was parked, Sarah was being brought out of the car.

“JJ, we gotta come up with a plan,” John B anxiously stares at the boy. Once again, it was you three alone, probably the worst trio combined. JJ with his plans, John B with the follow-through, and you with the backup in case anyone (meaning either of them) needed it.

“I know, I’m working on it. If we get over to that barge, we go over, we’ll have to get into the water though.”

“That’s fine,” John B replied.

“Then we’re gonna be sitting ducks.”

“It’s like you say you’re thinking but then what comes out of your mouth has no thought behind it at all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to get it approved by you first, princess.”

“Apology not accepted, you’re plan sucks, and Sarah’s gonna die,” You clutch your head. “How about-”

“Howdy,” A feminine voice comes up randomly behind you and you almost jump out of your skin.

“Holy shit, girl I almost bitch slapped you to yesterday!” Your hands that were clutching your head were now on your chest. You hug Kie in relief at seeing her alive and present despite the shit her parents gave her.

She chuckled, “Had you scared shitless.”

“How’d you guys find us?” You saw Pope come from the same place she did.

“Geo-located your phone.”

“Smart.”

Observing the state of Pope, John B asked what happened.

“Rafe, Round 3.”

“You freaking kidding me?” JJ grabs Pope to face him but he moves out of his hold.

“This was a tie, is that the cross?”

“Yep, they’re holding Sarah hostage,” John B informs Pope and Kie of the new development.

“We gotta get on that boat, but first we gotta get past the goon squad.”

“Okay, come on,” John B waves over for everyone to follow him but there was no plan. Pope doesn’t move from his spot.

“I have an idea, just trust me.”

John B tries to stop him but Pope reassures him that he’ll meet up with the group after. You just hoped he didn’t get caught in whatever he was planning but then again Pope was smart, he wouldn’t do anything to create attention to himself.

Not a second after you thought about how calculated he was, there was an explosion in the direction where he went. All the crew members bolted to the explosion sight.

“What the hell was that?” You ask Pope who panted from his running.

“That container’s going on the ship, we can get in that way,” He pointed. Thanks to his huge distraction, the path where he was directing you all, was free.

“Poopy, you badass!” You pat him on the shoulder, hyping yourself up to make a run for the said container.

At the entrance of the metal box, JJ pauses, “Did we think this through?”

Pope nods assuredly, “Yes, this is the plan.”

“That’s a trap right there, you see that right?” He points to the container that Pope already climbed on, “We can’t get out once we get in.”

Now that JJ was mentioning it, he was right. This container was going on a ship, God knows where, if you got caught it could be jail time or whatever the punishment was for sneaking onto a ship illegally. Not to mention if Rafe or Rose found you, that would be an execution itself.

“You guys don’t have to come,” John B has a hand on JJ’s shoulder and a hand on yours.

“Right, this is our fight,” Pope agreed.

Doubt clouded your loyalty, but you shook it away. Your friend was on the ship, your brother was going, and Pope needed the support to get the cross. It wouldn’t be fair to leave them now after all you had been through together.

JJ looks to Kie, “Nothing to lose?”

“Nothing to lose.”

John B climbs into the container, Pope helps Kie in.

“All in?” JJ climbed into where Pope once was and reached out a hand for you to take. You slipped your hand into his, letting him pull you up.

Your bodies almost colliding from the momentum of you coming up, your faces inches apart in a second your eyes flicker to his lips, “All in.”

“Y/n, JJ, let’s go!” John B shouts. The sound of heavy footsteps that were no doubt the crew member returning to their posts. You and your friends hide at the very end of the container, behind the dozens of stacked crates.

You saw the sunlight fade as the worker closes the container shut.

~~~

One more chapter to go til season 2 is complete!!

Chapter 20

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Cold Water Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Here we gooooooo!!!

Synopsis: After learning that your best friend was keeping a very important secret from you, you keep your distance from him. Just like he asked. All hell then breaks loose when you finally cross paths. 

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You were thankful that you were back on tour and it gave yourself somewhat of a distraction from everything else happening around you.

Your best friend in the entire universe was mad at you.

No, pissed at you was more correct.

You were hurt because he lied to you.

PG claimed that you would always act like a victim and would always cry when dealing with confrontation and basically it was your way or the highway.

What they didn't realize is why you were so protective of them.

When it came down to it, just like Megan said no one can get to them except through you and vice versa.

But especially Urban.

Urban was your right hand and because of your past, you swore that you would never let anything like that happen again to anyone you loved and cared about. 

But, he concluded that you had ruined every single relationship that he had been in.

That was enough for you to stay away.

You never meant to do that, but you wanted the best for your best friend.

You had nothing but pure intentions when it came to him.

It also didn't help that it seemed as if it was the First Lady versus the world as of lately.

Someone who you looked up to, Nicki Minaj had come for you out of left field and you were at a loss for words.

She was mad that her song got moved to the pop category for the grammy’s, but yours didn't.

How in the world was that your fault?

She also called you delusional and that you weren't talented.

Even though she reached out to you first to do a collab, but okay. You figured because she didn’t get what she wanted that she started to act out.

You never wanted to bring it to a public platform but she did first and you were going to defend yourself.

Her words definitely hurt you and cut like a knife.

You had the utmost respect for her, but not anymore.

You didn't understand why all of her anger was aimed at you when all you do is mind your own business. You wrote for yourself as well as for other people while vibing and having fun with your friends. What was wrong with that?

But she didn't have the best track record with other women rappers either.

Of course Jack and PG defended you and the fact that they are fans of her too, they were just as confused.

Jack knew how hurt you were by that especially when you always talked about her being one of your dream collabs.

Also, Kodak Black who was featured on your album 777 on Bussdown had a similar issue.

For the BET hip hop awards you got song of the year and of course he said you didn't deserve it and came for you.

He literally said that he couldn’t believe they picked frappuccino over him, referring to you.

You just didn't understand why everything was hitting you like a ton of bricks at one time.

You were finishing up your summer tour and everyone around you could tell you weren't your usual self.

It started with Urban and it simply trickled down from there. 

You felt bad for your cousin Nicole since she was brand new to your management team and she was trying her best to deal with the current dumpster fire.

You never meant for her to walk into this hot mess express, but she reassured you that it would be okay and not to worry.

It would eventually blow over. 

Currently you were laying on top of your husband in the back of your tour bus while scrolling through your phone. It was close to two in the morning, but you weren’t tired even though your body physically was.

Jack was doing his best to comfort you and support you, but he felt that the only thing or person rather who could fix this was Urban.

Jack being your husband could fix a lot of things, but sometimes, Urban was the person to do it. 

And at the moment, the two of you were ignoring each other and if something needed to be said it would be done through Jack.

Who felt that this was the most childish shit ever and he was tired of it.

"Baby girl?"

"Hmm?"

"Please don’t tell me you're on Twitter again."

"I just don't understand how she could say that to me or about me."

"Y/N, we all know you're talented. Anyone can see that. You're going to have haters, that comes with the territory. Only thing you can do is prove them wrong. So give me your phone because we're done scrolling." 

You complied and handed Jack your phone and he put it next to his. 

"She said I'm delusional." You muttered while looking down.

"I think she's the one who is. Baby, I know it's easier said than done but thinking about this over and over isn't good for your mental health."

"And then Kodak and then Urban! I… it seems as if the entire world is against me right now. And of course PG throwing me under the damn bus."

"Mamas, listen to me. You and Urban need to work this shit out because it's childish at this point. He's your best friend and both of you were wrong. As far as PG goes, they were being honest but could have gone about it in a different way. No one is telling you these things to hurt your feelings. We tell you because we care about you."

"I know… I just.. I know I keep going back to this and repeating myself but Urb lied to me. I can never think of a time where the thought about keeping something from him crossed my mind."

"Then tell him that."

"He doesn't want to talk to me."

"Look, you need to sleep. We'll deal with it later."

"I haven't slept well the past three weeks."

"I know, that's why I took your phone."

"I need a long ass vacation after all of this."

"We can go anywhere you want."

"I think I want you to London and Paris me."

"Say less."

You had just finished getting dressed in order to do your set when you got a small knock on the door. You opened it and was surprised to see Urban staring back at you. You kind of stared at him for a few moments not actually believing that he was there in front of you.

“Um, hi.” You said while looking up at him and he gave you a small smile.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure.” 

You moved to the side to let him past you as you closed the door behind him to give the two of you some privacy.

The both of you sat down on couches opposite of each other waiting for someone to talk first.

“Look, Y/N, I want this to be over with. Can we just let it go and move on?”

“Urb, I’m willing to do that however, you need to understand how hurt I was about you not telling me the truth. Especially when everyone else knew. I would never do that to you.”

“But you see why I did it right?”

“You need to give me a little bit more credit.”

“How? We have all seen your track record. Come on, you know for a fact that if I had told you when I told everyone else that me and Yasmin probably wouldn’t even be together anymore.”

“Urban, come on. That isn’t true. I barely even know her. The other ones had plenty of red flags! I was protecting you!”

“Here we go. Okay, like I said before you can do that without hovering over me!”

“I don’t understand why you’re mad that I got rid of toxic people in your life who didn’t have your best interest!”

“I’m starting to think that you’re one of them!”

“WHAT?! URBAN! As much as I love and care about you?! I tell you that all the time!”

“I wanted to end this shit, but of course we’re right back to square one. So good luck with the rest of your tour. I’m out and don’t even bother calling me or texting me.”

“We’re not done with this!” You exclaim while getting up and trying to follow behind him as he made his way towards the door.

“Well I am so you can talk your feelings out to the wall behind you. Ten years obviously doesn’t mean shit, huh?”

“Urby, please.” You now had tears running down your face and knew that Julissa was going to be upset that she had to do your makeup again.

“I’ll see you whenever.”

Once Urban had closed the door behind him, you went to look in the mirror and dab at your face in the hopes of getting the tears to stop flowing.

You had been ready to move past this, you really were.

Him calling you toxic?

You made a mental note not to tell Jack because you were convinced that he would kill him. No matter if Urban was his best friend too.

You understood that Urban wanted to protect his relationship, but to go that low?

Looks like maybe you would only be able to call Saweetie your best friend from now on.

It was around eight in the morning when you and Jack had finally made it back home.

Your summer tour had been a success despite all of the drama that was happening behind the scenes.

You had bought Urban a couple of gifts and was hoping that he would accept them as a peace offering. You couldn’t wait to give them to him and took the steps two at a time with the multiple bags in your hand.

Jack was putting all of your bags in your shared bedroom while you went and talked to your best friend.

You knocked on his door and didn’t get an answer.

“Urby? Can I come in? I have something for you and I want to talk.”

No answer.

You slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open to find the bed empty and Urban’s things gone.

Now you were in a panic and made a beeline for your bedroom to find Jack putting things away in the closet.

Once he heard your footsteps, he turned around to see you in tears.

“What’s wrong? Baby, why are you crying?”

You simply shook your head before answering him.

“I don’t know where Urban is and all of his things are gone.”

“What do you mean?!”

“I just…. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Let me worry about it. You get ready to go out with Danielle.” Jack replied while leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You simply nodded and he was doing his best to wipe away the last of your tears.

He immediately called Urban once you were out of earshot.

At this point, Jack was fuming.

This needed to end and it needed to end now. 

“Urb!”

“Yes?”

"Yall need to let this shit go and move on because this is stressing everyone the fuck out."

"Maybe if your wife knew that the world doesn't fucking revolve around her we wouldn't be having this issue."

"Urb, are you fucking serious right now? All the shit that she has done for you? And she literally takes care of everyone else around her before she focuses on herself! We’re both like that!"

"Yeah I'm serious and I meant it when I told her to grow up."

"One thing you aren't about to do is show any sign of disrespect towards her. I don’t care how mad you are at her."

"It looks like you're just as delusional as she is since the two of you have your heads stuck so far up each other's asses."

"Are you hearing yourself right now?! What the actual fuck is your problem? You know she only wants the best for you and you find something wrong in that? One thing that I’m always about to do is defend my wife."

"Yeah I know. And leave your best friend out to dry. Look, I'll be back next week for the rest of my stuff. Fuck this shit."

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Invisible String (Part 2)

(part 2/9)

ship: austin butler x fem!reader

story summary: a summer fling when you were working on the set of the shannara chronicles turned your life upside down with a positive pregnancy test after austin returned to the united states. a pregnancy test, and a daughter that you never told him about. until the elvis biopic found him back in your orbit and forced you to face the music.

chapter summary: trying to process the whirlwind life has become since austin found out about cora is easier said than done, especially with a best friend throwing the word “fate” around.

word count: 1525

authors note: yes i know the shannara chronicles was filmed in new zealand but this is my au and i can do what i want so we’re pretending it was filmed in queensland. covid also doesn’t exist in this story, because i said so, hence the filming schedule being one of my own making.

i live for comments and love talking about my writing, pls feel free to pop me an anon anytime!

xxx

May 1st, 2020

“Well I’ll take back what I said about not thinking you working on set would be a big deal.” Leah said, giving you an apologetic smile. Your mom took Cora for the night to give you some space to decompress from everything, or in other words- drink on Leah’s couch marathoning Parks & Rec.

“Yeah, understatement of the year.” You said, peeling at the label on your bottle. “He seemed pretty pissed, and I guess I can’t fault him for that. But when we were talking about Cora and not me he kinda mellowed out.”

You hadn’t actually seen Austin since he left your house the night before, the timing of Baz giving everyone a long weekend off working out perfectly. But you’d sent him a text inviting him over to see Cora when he was free, figuring it couldn’t hurt to transition into some sort of amicable dynamic before you had to orbit around each other at work all day every day.

“My cousin had a baby without telling the father and when he found out he lost his shit, took her to court for almost full custody and everything. Austin doesn’t seem like that type though.” Leah continued, a little too casually for your liking. You didn’t know what you would do if Austin was that type.

“Small blessings.”

Leah nodded, lowering her voice with a look in her eyes that gave you an inkling of the direction the conversation was going in. “But hey, at least him and Vanessa ended things for good, one door closes and another opens.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at you then, and you scoffed.

“Did you not hear me saying he’s pissed at me? I don’t think getting back together is in the cards here.”

“Well not now,” She continued, bumping your shoulder “But you never know. You gotta admit him being back here, a job opening up for you like it did- it all seems orchestrated by fate, doesn’t it?”

You wouldn’t give your best friend the satisfaction of admitting that it had crossed your mind, briefly. So rolling your eyes, you leaned forward to turn up the volume on the TV and effectively cut her off before she could interrogate you any further.

---

May 2nd, 2020

Cora saw Austin pulling into your driveway before you did, squinting out the window and turning back to you.

“Your frien’s here again?”

Jumping down, she held onto your pant leg as you opened the door, eyeing him curiously.

“This is Austin baby,” You said and gently nudged her out from where she had started to hide behind you. He walked into the house, crouching down onto her level as he shed his sunglasses.

“And I heard you’re Cora, how’s your chin feeling?”

She looked at him quietly for a beat, rocking on her heels. “Mommy gave me a p’incess bandaid and it made it all better.”

“It did?” He said, feigning shock with raised eyebrows. “Do you think the bandaid has magic powers?”

Cora giggled, putting a finger to the Cinderella bandaid over her stitches with a serious nod.

“You know, I think Austin would love to build Legos with you if you asked him,” You said and Cora unpeeled from your side to step closer. Austin looked at her with an expectment smile, and you could see it in his face how much he adored her already, a pang of guilt surging through you.

“Can we play Legos? They’re in my closet, mommy hasta’ use a chair to get ‘em cause she’s small.”

Both you and Austin laughed at that, a welcome break in the tension- even if caused by your daughter calling you short.

“I think I might be able to grab ‘em sweetie, you wanna show me where they are?”

Cora ran off with Austin trailing behind her, and you waited until they rounded the corner to lean against the door and take a breath. The past few days felt weeks and seconds long all at once.

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May 15th, 2020

The first visit went well, and did what you’d hoped it would in regards to erasing any awkwardness at work. But you were so busy with your own job that you barely saw Austin for longer than a few minutes anyways. The extent of your hushed conversations were Cora, and planning the pop-ins at your house that were becoming regular.

Almost every time he wasn’t at set until obscenely late he was pulling into your driveway. And with each visit he talked to you a little more- as opposed to the laser focus he’d had on Cora to begin with. You could sense that he was still hurt, but all you wanted was for your daughter now was to have parents that could get along with each other. Somewhat awkward small talk was better progress on that than nothing.

“I see him!” Cora said from where she was standing on the couch by the window, having been waiting there since you told her he was coming over an hour ago. She scrambled down to open the front door as soon as his car pulled to a stop, running outside without shoes on to greet him.

She still didn’t know who he really was, and you hadn’t figured how exactly you were going to tackle that, but Austin didn’t seem in a rush either- nor had he brought it up yet. Until then, Cora seemed more than content to make “mommy’s friend” her best friend, not that you could complain about how fast she’d taken to him.

“Austin!”

“Cora Jean!” He crooned as he swung open the car door, scooping her up as she got to him. Holding her on his hip, he reached into the backseat and came back out with two bundles of white flowers, handing one to Cora and carrying the other himself. You realized what he was doing before he got to the door, swallowing thickly.

“Hiya,” He said when he reached you, handing over the other flowers with a soft smile. You could see a faint tint in his cheeks, at least you thought you might’ve- not trying to stare at him for too long.

“Our flowers match mama!”

Cora looked between the two of you excitedly, one arm looped around Austin’s neck as you let them into the house with a quiet “Thank you.” towards him.

Looking down at the flowers, your mind wandered back to the first time he’d brought you flowers that 2015 summer. You’d been out sick for three days and he made the trip to the store and your apartment with them in spite of knowing he was being photographed. The two of you scrolled through the headlines about him buying flowers for a “mystery girl” together while laying in bed. And the gossip amusing then, when there were no real stakes.

You were distracted by Cora’s antics of the day, dragging both you and Austin into a tea party with her stuffed animals, and didn’t notice that there was a small card in your flowers until after he left for the day.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you bit on your bottom lip as you opened it.

Y/N,

I’m still trying to process being kept in the dark and missing out on so much of our daughter’s life. But she’s a great kid and I want to do right by her by doing right by her mom. Dinner at mine the next time you’re kid free for the night?

Austin

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June 1st, 2015

You hadn’t planned on going to the welcome party the producers were throwing together for the cast and crew, not when you didn’t exactly know anyone enough to drink an exuberant amount around them. But a text from another girl on the lighting team asking if you were going convinced you. Which was all good and fine, until she ditched you twenty minutes in to attach herself to a male member of the crew.

You were standing against the wall contemplating leaving, just having finished your drink, when someone’s voice coming towards you pulled your attention.

“Hey! It said, and you didn’t realize who it belonged to in the dark of the club until he got a little closer.” “I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Austin,”

You recognized him then, grown out blonde hair pulled back into a man-bun. Though you thought he pulled it off, that and the halfway undone button up shirt he had on. He was just as cute as he was in the pictures you’d seen, to the extent that you were surprised he was talking to you over some of the other girls orbiting around unoccupied.

“I think it’d be bad if I didn’t know your name when you’re the star of the show,” You quipped back and he grinned,

“You got a name yourself?”

“It’s Y/N, I’m on the light crew.” You said over the music and he gave a little nod as he sipped the drink he was holding. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Well, you hadn’t been expecting that.

He glanced at the party, looking back to you with a raised eyebrow. “You wanna dance?”

At first you thought you heard him wrong, but he reached out a hand and you took it, letting him pull you out onto the dance floor. The two of you fell into a natural rhythm, and when he ducked his head down to kiss you let him do that too, snaking a hand up the side of his neck and as he pulled you closer to him by the hips.

And in the morning when you woke up to the rise and fall of his shirtless chest next to you your breath caught in your throat. The events of the night before came back to you in pieces, and still didn’t feel quite real. He could’ve pulled anyone at the party and pursued you. Some girl from the lighting team.

Not that you were interested in holding him back.

xxx

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[magical-awesome-kid]

You know, I have just thought of A Thing.

So, like, Superheroes always have to deal with "How do you two know each other when there is no feasible way a billionaire in city A knows a scientist from a completely different city" But, like, once that one connection has been established, the sidekicks can just be like "My parent wanted me to make friends and their co-worker had a kid my age."

Like, in the case of DC (because I was looking at Batfam stuff), once Bruce has produced this convoluted connection between Bruce and the League members outside of the masks, the sidekicks are all like "Yeah our parental figure set us up on a playdate."

Someone, looking at Dick, a well-known Gotham elite, hanging out with a redhead from Central and a brunette from Greece: So how did you all meet?

Dick, remembering forming the Teen Titans: We wanted to piss off our adult figures.

Wally: In our defense, they put us in a room and didn't leave us with proper supervision.

Donna, nodding: We blew things up together because I got outvoted on the blood pact.

The person, concerned: And... who are your... 'adults?'

Dick: Bruce, obvi. Wally's Uncle, who met Bruce when he was at an event in Central or something, and Donna's sister, who met Bruce at some Gala a few years ago. I don't keep track.

*Later*

Tim, with Bart, Cassie, and Kon: Bart is Wally's cousin, Cassie is Donna's cousin, and Connor is related to Clark Kent, one of Bruce's favorite reporters.

Cassie: Our siblings/cousins were trying to get rid of us, but we ended up finding Connor and decided to blow some stuff up.

Someone: Yup, that checks out.

*MORE Later*

Jason, back from the dead: Yeah so Roy is Oliver's kid, so we, of course, we had to form a 'bad boys' club.

Roy: And girls.

Jason: And girls. Kori dated Dick, but then we stole her.

Kori: We blew things up as part of some sort of tradition!

Someone: *turns around and walks away*

*Even MORE later*

Damian:

Jon:

Someone: ...let me guess. Your parents or siblings know each other? And you became friends over blowing something up?

Damian: -tt- I knew we forgot something. Jonathan! We must secure explosives!

Jon: ON IT!

Someone: You know what, I should stop trying to figure out how people know each other. I think the Fire Department will thank me.

[eddies-house]

California Dreamin’

Chapter One - Lasagna (18+ ONLY)

Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Modern!Eddie AU - In which Eddie travels to California searching for something more out of life. And then he meets you.

Warnings: mentions of deceased parent, self doubt, insecurities, eventual smut

5.6K words

Eddie x Reader, Friends to lovers, Slow burn

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Note: This is my first time writing in a while and this idea came to me and just kept building in my mind. A lot of it is self indulgent, not gonna lie. It builds off some of my personal experiences. If you read I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Masterlist

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The air is different from Hawkins.  Not cleaner, dirtier if anything but certainly different.  And different is good, different will be good Eddie thinks to himself.  It has to be because at this point it’s all he’s got. 

As he drives into the suburban area of Circle Crest, he can’t help but notice the palm trees pass him by over and over.  He’s never seen a palm tree before, always figured they were reserved for the movies and shows he’s watched on TV.  And there are mountains but not mountains like in the midwest he’s used to.  Mountains that look like they could probably be from Hawaii with how green they are from the Winter rain, the golden afternoon sun cascading over them as if to welcome him.  As if to say everything will be okay.  

Approaching the top of the hill that overlooks the city, Eddie takes in the amount of homes scattered throughout the landscape.  Definitely the suburbs, something he has never really experienced.  Other than Halloween in the rich neighborhoods back home.  But as he looks to the right there are those gorgeous mountains right in front of him.  The head of a hiking trail is just off the side of the road where people park their cars and disappear into nature. 

California so far is not at all what he had envisioned.  Obviously he wasn’t expecting to show up to a red carpet, Hollywood sign right in his face but he never pictured a forest before him just right off the main road.  This forest was different from the ones back home.  There were no pine trees and there were many people heading onto the trail, no doubt trying to get a walk in before the sun disappeared on the horizon.

Eddie reaches the street of his temporary home for who knows how long.  There wasn’t really a plan.  He just needed to get out of Hawkins.  Turning into the neighborhood, there are some nice looking homes on his left, the kind that he was always convinced he’d never be able to have.  They had pristine lawns and basketball hoops out front that signified happy families lived there.  

A little further up the road at the stop sign there is an open field to the left with what looked like a dam on the other end.  It was a reservoir but for most of the year it was just a field since there wasn’t much rain.  To the right across from the reservoir are some more homes, not as large or nice as the ones he previously saw down the road but still nicer than he’s used to.  They are lined up down the road, four homes with a little more land than the others.  Each one is a different style and were probably all built at different periods in time.  He reaches the last house, Marlene’s house.  

It looks like an older one, maybe built in the 80’s.  There is a chain link fence in front closing off the driveway.  The driveway is made up of dirt and there is a wooden awning next to the house with a car parked underneath along with boxes and storage containers, a place for where things couldn’t find a home inside the house.  The house is dusty and looks like it could use a paint job but it's still cozy.  

Marlene is an old family friend of the Munson’s.  Or at least Eddie and his Uncle Wayne.  She’s basically his aunt.  And her daughter Jocelyn is like his cousin.  Not related by blood but still family.  Back at the trailer park years ago they would cause all kinds of trouble, pissing off the other neighbors by being too loud. 

Unfortunately by the time Eddie was twelve her and her mom had moved back to California where they had some family.  They were having a hard time in Hawkins as a Latino family, Jocelyn an even harder time being gay.  It was a fairly unprogressive town and Marlene wanted better for her daughter.  That left Eddie without his only friend in a town that hated him even at the innocent age of twelve.

Eddie reached the driveway where the fence was closed off.  His van must have been noisier and closer to coming apart than he thought since Marlene came running out with excitement etched into her features.  Following her are two chocolate labs, barking enthusiastically.  She pulled the gate open across the dirt enough for Eddie to drive his van in and park to the side underneath a large tree sitting in the front yard.  

Marlene was a short woman with long black hair and brown skin.  She was beautiful and kind hearted, always reminding Eddie not to listen to a damn thing anyone in that small town says.  She’s the closest thing to a mom he had since she died when he was seven.  But even so, he hasn’t seen Marlene in years.  He thinks the last time may have been on Thanksgiving in middle school.  He tunes in on a phone call with Wayne every now and then having basic conversation, texts Jocelyn, but that’s about it since they moved away.

“Come here you!” Marlene shouts out of excitement as Eddie hops out of the van, briefly stretching his legs.  The labs eagerly paw at him and he gives each a scratch behind the ear.   Marlene wraps him up in a big hug which he isn’t used to.  “Eddie you’ve gotten so tall, and your hair!” She looks at him proudly.  “Oh, this ol’ mane?  Grew it myself, thank you.” Eddie shakes his wild curls, jokingly flipping his hair with his hand. Always dramatic and outspoken.

“So how was the drive?” Marlene asks as Eddie rounds the back of his van, beginning to pull out his bags.  She assists in grabbing one.  He didn’t have very much to bring, just his clothes and some things like books, his guitar, and of course his bong.  But Marlene didn’t need to know that.

“Pretty fucking long.  I was bored out of my mind for most of it.”  He responds while kicking the van door shut.  “I’m glad I’m here though.  Get to see you and Jos.”  Marlene hums happily.  “Well let’s get you situated, we’ll go through the garage and say hi before I show you your room.  Jos is in there with everyone.”  She leads the way across the yard to the garage connected to the house.  “Everyone?” Eddie questions with a raised brow.  “Don’t worry they’ll love you!” She waves him off, approaching the open garage.  

The garage isn’t really used for cars or anything a garage would usually contain.  There are two couches in the middle of the room along with a coffee table and some mismatched colorful rugs underneath.  In the right corner is a drum kit along with a keyboard and some guitars.  On the left side of the room there is a bench with cushions lining one wall, long enough to hold around six people.  The walls are painted orange but not too bright, just a nice orange on the verge of being yellow but not quite.  The other side of the garage is lined with storage cabinets.  There is a chandelier hanging in the middle, it looks like it could be an antique and there are lamps in every corner and a couple wooden stools scattered randomly.

On those couches sit people.  People who appear to be having a great time, laughing and talking.  Marlene walks in with Eddie following, he momentarily sets his bags down.  “This is Jonathan, Argyle, Will, El, and…” your name leaves Marlene’s mouth and you can’t help but stare at the man who just walked in.  His chestnut brown hair is long, curly, and wild.  He’s wearing a tshirt with the name of a band you can’t be bothered to pay attention to right now and ripped black jeans with a chain hanging on the side along with some worn out black converse.  He’s wearing these chunky rings and has a couple tattoos throughout his forearms and then you get to his eyes and you’re met with a pool of chocolatey irises.  He’s gorgeous and that golden hour sun is just making it worse by lighting up the hues throughout his eyes you would otherwise mistake as plain brown.  

“And this is Eddie, he’s gonna be staying with us for a while so you guys better play nice.” Marlene jokes.  Jocelyn scrambles off the couch to hug Eddie, screeching as she does so.  They hug for a minute and then pull apart “I missed you dude.” Jos punches him in the arm playfully.  

Jocelyn is 23, the same age as you.  She has shoulder length black hair with choppy layers.  She’s definitely an indie chick with her style and music taste.  She’ll call you out on your shit but is a solid friend through and through.  

“Yeah ya left be back in that shit hole remember?” Eddie grins, shoving her shoulder.  “Someone had to look after all those stray cats we tamed and it wasn’t gonna be me, those fuckers hated me.” Jos laughs.  “Well they’re Wayne’s responsibility now.  He’s gonna be pissed when like 15 cats show up at the door.” Eddie winces.  “So they don’t have mama Munson to take care of them anymore?”  Jos gasps.  “Nah, it’s okay though.  Wayne’s girlfriend, Leslie said she’d take over so not all hope is lost.” Eddie says confidently.  

The rest of you watch this banter play out in front of you.  Eddie was cute.  There was no denying that.  “You gonna jam with us while you’re here?” Jocelyn questions, glancing at Jonathan and Argyle.  They formed a little band a few years back in high school.  Jonathan on bass, Argyle on drums, and Jos on guitar/keyboard/singing.  She was a triple threat.  “Nope I’m a one man show.” Eddie crosses his arms.  “You’re still such a dickhead!” Jos shoves him jokingly.  “Alright alright, you don’t have to beg Jos, I’ll be in your band.” he smirks.  Everyone else laughs.  

Eddie says hello to everyone individually and shakes hands.  Once his hand touches yours you feel the nerves taking over.  He offers a quick “Hi.”  You can’t say anything, anxiety builds up as he looks directly at you, gorgeous eyes and all.  His rings are a cool contrast to your skin.  You're suddenly worried if your hand is clammy before he pulls away, smiling and then picks up his bags.

He’s now bantering with Jonathan and Argyle when Marlene speaks up.  “Okay let’s get you settled and then you can bicker all you want.  Looks like you’ll fit right in with our crew.” She carries one of his bags through the door into the house and he follows after shooting the room a wink.  He’s charming.

—

“And this will be your room” Marlene wraps up a tour of the house.  Eddie notices the freshly made bed, a dark wooden nightstand next to it with a lamp on top, and a wardrobe at the other end of the room.  It was empty other than that.  “You can do whatever you want with it while you’re here.  We barely even use it anyway.” She opens the curtains to let the remaining daylight in.  The dogs trot around the room, their paws clicking against the dark wood floor.  “Treat it just like home.” Marlene turns to Eddie, offering a small smile.  

“Thanks, Mar.  Just so you know, I’m gonna find a job and do what I can to help out.  I’m no freeloader.”  Eddie smirks, setting his bag and guitar case on the bed.  Marlene chuckles and gives him a nod.  “You’re a good kid, Ed.  Wayne did a good job.” She says.  “Mar, I’m 24.”  Eddie laughs.  “Still a kid to me.  All of you.”  She responds, making her way out of the room, the labs following her.  “Feel free to join everyone in the garage once you’re ready.  I think they already love you.  Dinner will be ready soon, I’m making lasagna.” She finishes before disappearing down the stairs, the wood creaking slightly under every step.

Eddie gazes out the window, taking in the garden in the yard.  Tomatoes, peppers, and some other vegetables each in their own barrels of soil.  Some flowers sit along the side of the house, stunning colors decorating the aged chipped paint they sit in front of.  The hose is still coiled on the ground, discarded until the plants need watering again.  The house sits on a little patch of land. It’s not huge but it’s more than the expensive houses up the road.

The sun is just setting and it’s summer so it’s around 7:45.  Eddie begins unpacking some of his things, dumping some of his clothes in one of the drawers of the wardrobe.  That’s really all he has to put away right now, everything else remains back in Hawkins.  The only other time he’s packed up and started brand new was when he was seven.  Except that time it wasn’t his choice.  That’s when his mother died and his dad went to jail.  It was either living with his Uncle or straight to the foster system.

He shakes off the memories of his past, he doesn’t need to relive that pain.  Eddie was never one to tune into his emotions fully.  He learned at a young age not to express sadness and to “be a man about it”.  Threats of “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” were ingrained into him.  Closing out his thoughts, Eddie picks up his guitar and heads downstairs.

—

“Dude’s pretty cool.” Jonathan expresses, plucking the string of his bass.  Argyle is bouncing a small rubber bouncy ball as he lazily paces around the garage.  El and Will are sitting on one of the couches scrolling through some Tik Toks, bursting out laughing every now and then.  You and Jocelyn are sitting on the other couch with Jonathan, talking.  “He’s such an ass but like in the good way, y’know?  You guys are gonna love him.” Jos lounges against the arm of the couch, propping her head on her hand.  “So you’re cousins?” You question leaning back into the cushions behind you.  “Yep, not by blood but that’s basically it.  We practically ran the trailer park.  The neighbors hated us sometimes.” 

Jocelyn was your best friend since high school.  She’s basically your only friend other than Jonathan, Argyle, El, and Will.  They were great friends but Jocelyn was your best friend. The one you could tell almost anything.  Except that you think her ‘cousin’ is hot.  Not even having much experience with relationships yourself, you weren’t even going to go there.  

“How long’s rocker bro staying?” Argyle questions, not once looking up from his bouncy ball.  “As long as he needs.  He just had to get out of that place, dude.  Hawkins is not a forgiving place to live.”  Jos explains.  “Just don’t bring it up with him though.  He’s kinda closed off and if he wants to talk about it, it has to be his idea.”  She finishes.  You can’t help but want to know more.  You just nod in response.

Jonathan continues playing around with his bass.  “So is he gonna be taking courses with us at the college?” He asks, his eyes not moving from the instrument.  Jocelyn shakes her head.  “No, he told me he was gonna find a mechanic job.”  She says.  Jonathan nods.  “Maybe he can fix my shit box then.  Still can’t figure out why it keeps stalling.”  He chuckles.  “Yeah, he’s real good with that type of stuff-“  “Damn right.  I knew you had nice things to say about me.”  Jos is interrupted by Eddie striding into the room.  He sets his guitar against the couch before plopping himself next to Will and El.  

Will seems intimidated by the big personality that is Eddie Munson sitting to his left.  “Shut up.” Jos rolls her eyes.  Eddie shrugs, leaning back and is he—yep he’s manspreading and usually it’d give you an unimaginable ick but because it’s him you don’t seem to mind.  He makes it work and you find it difficult to tear your gaze away although eventually you force yourself to.

“Holy shit is that DND?!” Eddie’s eyes gleam at the box on the small coffee table centered in front of the couches.  “Yeah, i-it is.  It’s mine.” Will’s face turns red, seemingly embarrassed.  “Dude, you’re already my favorite.  We gotta play sometime.” Eddie looks at Will with a smile.  Will seems relieved that the cool new guy doesn’t think he’s a huge nerd, when actually it seems like he’s also a nerd himself.  Jonathan beams at the interaction, his brother has always had a hard time putting himself out there so to see Eddie already taking him under his wing almost brings him to tears.  

A few minutes later Eddie and Will are still going back and forth, practically speaking another language.  It’s sweet, you think.  He’s sweet.  The way he interacts with Will, not for a second judging him and just allowing him to go on a tangent about his favorite fantasy game, letting him take the lead on the conversation.  Meanwhile you’re the only one still engaged in their discussion while everyone else has moved on, talking amongst themselves.  El and Jos chatting about an upcoming concert they had been raving about, Jonathan and Argyle quarreling over something again, no doubt being about a song they practiced earlier and you would chime in every now and then, a word or two.

You were usually the more reserved one of the group.  Always observing more than participating.  For the most part you liked it like that but there are times you wondered if you were just a background character in everyone else’s story.  

As the sun started fading out of sight, the group started to disband.  El, Will, and Argyle piling into Jonathan’s car.  “You promise we’ll go?” El questions Jocelyn, they had just been talking about going to the mall next week to find an outfit for that concert.  “I swear.” Jos waves as the car door closes and they drive off.  They had a sisterly relationship which was nice seeing as both of them were only children.  

Just down the road around the corner was your house so normally you opted for walking.  It was about half a mile away just in the other neighborhood on the other side of the reservoir Jocelyn’s house sat in front of.  

Before you get the chance to say goodnight Jocelyn pipes up next to you.  “You staying for dinner?  Mom made lasagna.”  And how could you refuse dinner when Marlene was cooking up one of her home cooked meals.  “You already know my answer.”  You giggle.

—

Eddie is still sitting on the couch in the garage where he had been conversing with everyone for the past hour or so.   Except now he’s strumming his acoustic guitar, glancing up when you and Jos come back in from the front yard.  

As if on queue, Marlene peaks in from the door leading into the house.  “Time to eat, get your butts inside.”  Like ducklings, Jocelyn, yourself, and Eddie file into the house and into the kitchen.  The smell is immaculate, marinara and cheese filling your senses.  “Smells amazing, I’m so hungry.” You praise while pulling out plates from one of the cabinets.  It was practically your second home.  “Thanks, Mom.” Jocelyn takes a plate from you, beginning to pile it high with the gooey cheese and noodles.  “Thank you, Mar.” Eddie slings his arm around Marlene’s shoulders playfully as she sets down a tray of garlic bread.  You then realize he’s the human embodiment of a golden retriever.

Marlene hums in appreciation and observes Eddie proudly.  “You look so much like your mom.” She blurts out.  It’s no secret that this is a sore subject for Eddie with the way his face drains as he clears his throat.  Marlene instantly has regret in her eyes.  “Uhm-I’m sorry- I just-“ she stutters.  “It’s okay.” Eddie states, avoiding eye contact and moving to the table situated in the breakfast nook of the kitchen.  

It takes him a minute but as you all assemble around the table for dinner he’s back to his normal antics.  “Do you jam with Jos and her band?” He inquires, gesturing toward you.  This catches you off guard seeing as you haven’t even had a full conversation with him in the time he’s been here.  In fact, the only thing he’s said to you so far was ‘hi’ when he first arrived and was introduced to everyone.  “Uh- well no.  No, I don’t even know how to play an instrument.  I'm basically the moral support.”  You nervously laugh.  He flashes a grin before he stuffs a large helping of lasagna into his mouth.  “Most important role, right?” He says through a mouthful, smirking somewhat shyly.  

You just offer a nod and a polite smile in response.  It’s not a full conversation but it’s a start.  And you chime in where you can but again, not as often as you’d like.  The rest of dinner entails old friends catching up, the dogs waiting patiently for scraps to drop.  One of them, Winnie is next to you, drool hanging off of her jowl.  The other, Diesel next to Marlene.  It almost feels like you're imposing on a family dinner.  And although you are also considered part of said family, it feels like you’re an outsider, your own anxieties and insecurities getting the best of you.

—

The four of you are cleaning up when Jocelyn makes it known that there is a trip to the beach planned this weekend with everyone.  “Ed, you gonna join us?  Pleeease?” Jos puts on an exaggerated pout as she wipes down the counter.  Eddie is scrubbing a plate over the sink while he squints his eyes as if he’s contemplating the offer.  “I guess.” He sighs dramatically.  “Only for you though.” He winks mischievously.  Jocelyn rolls her eyes, finishing up her task and throwing a dish rag into a nearby basket in the hallway next to the laundry.

“Jos, will you help me with this?” Marlene asks, carrying  two bowls of cat food, two more prepped and ready on the counter.  They had outdoor cats that didn’t officially belong to them but they never really left the property.  Why would they when they had the promise of a meal waiting for them every morning and evening?  Jocelyn grabs the other two bowls and follows her mom out the screen door just off the kitchen, through the little hallway where the laundry was located and to the backyard.  The door smacks against the wood of the house as they walk out, Winnie and Diesel following eagerly.

“So are you and Jos…” Eddie breaks the silence in the room, the sounds of silverware clinking against the drawer as you dry and put it away.  He’s finishing drying off a plate.  “Y’know—uh-like together?” He finishes his thought, awkwardly clearing his throat, eyes on you from across the kitchen.  You giggle at this and his brows furrow.  “She’s my best friend and I love her but not like that.”  You explain, your words soft as if speaking too loud could disrupt the balance of the universe.  He nods.  “Cool, cool, I just—I didn’t know.  Jos doesn’t really let me in on the gooey details of her relationships you know?  She’s got that tough guy thing going on—at least with me when we talk.”  He further explains.  

“Oh I know, she hates people seeing her soft.  Even me and I practically live here half the time.” You finish up with the silverware.  “I live just down the road but I live alone so…” you shrug.  “I like to come over here most of the time, sometimes help Mar with her garden or whatever she needs.  Keeps me from going crazy in that big house by myself.” You continue.  “How’d you end up as Mar’s assistant?” Eddie jokingly asks, he rounds the island, now leaning on it with his hands tucked under his chin as he listens.  

You’re across from him on the other side nearest to the kitchen cabinets, busying yourself with small tasks so you don’t have to commit to making eye contact with him.  That would be daunting.  His eyes would swallow you whole.

“Um—well I met Jos in high school, junior year.  And as they say the rest is history.  We hang out in the garage a lot of the time and suddenly Mar has you doing chores you can’t say no to.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought.  “Because then she feeds you and it’s like eating for the first time every single time so how are you supposed to say no?” You lean against the counter closest to the wall, finally bringing your gaze to Eddie.  

He’s so endearing in the warm kitchen lighting.  A small smile is pulling at his lips and the corner of his eyes are slightly creased.  It occurs to you that he’s just been listening to you talk, no interruptions, full attention on you.  And it’s not like Jocelyn or Jonathan or everyone doesn't listen to you but a lot of the time, your voice gets drowned out by interruptions.  Not intentional but still wounding your self esteem.  It isn’t their fault by any means, you know you should just speak up above it all but some things are hard to change and easier said than done.  

“Sorry—I” you’re about to apologize for the little ramble you’d performed seconds ago but he cuts you off but not in the way you’re used to.  “Don’t be sorry.  Why are you sorry?” He questions, now bringing his forearms in front of him, clasping his hands together on the counter, fiddling with his rings with his brow furrowed in confusion.  “I don’t know.” You offer a short answer.  “Don’t apologize to me ever again.  I don’t wanna hear it.  Unless you like—I dunno, hit my car or something.” He stands up straightening himself out, stretching his arms above his head and ending with a yawn.  

You don’t know how to respond, now too focused on the way his shirt rides up ever so slightly at his stomach, his happy trail on display for a brief moment.  Marlene and Jocelyn stroll back into the house.  Marlene announces that she’s going to bed and suggests the three of you think about doing the same. 

“I’ve got a paper to write, so no sleep for me.” Jos sighs, grabbing her laptop from the coffee table in the family room adjacent to the kitchen.  “You sleeping over?” She asks.  “I have work in the morning.” You can’t fathom sleeping under the same roof as the metal head, maybe eventually as you get used to him but not now.  Not when he’d be just down the hall and there was a chance of running into him on your way to the bathroom.  

“You have work every morning.  You work from home.  Do you want me to drive you back and we can pick up your laptop—“  “No that okay, Jos.  I’m just super tired, think I need to go home and recharge.” You say putting your shoes on.  “Okay we’ll it’s dark so I’m gonna drive you anyway.” She grabs her keys off the side table by the front door.  “I can drive her if you have that paper to write.  I don’t think I’m gonna be sleeping any time soon either…” Eddie offers.  Fuck.  Now you have even more of a chance at humiliating yourself.  

It’s decided and soon enough you’re hopping in the passenger seat of his van.  It starts with a rumble, sounds like it could give out any minute.  You don’t say anything though.  “Sorry about the mess, I just drove across like half of America and couldn’t really bother stopping to throw away the trash.” He mumbles, throwing some of it in the back carelessly.  “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You respond shyly.  

The tires crunch over the gravel and dirt that is the driveway, making their way onto the asphalt of the road but he stops just before.  “Uh-pardon my French but where the fuck is your house?” Eddie looks cluelessly back and forth between the left and the right, unsure of which way to go.  A laugh escapes your lungs and he looks back over to you, a grin on his face, a small chuckle falling from his lips.  “Turn right and then make another right at the stop sign.” You manage to get out in between a wide smile.  “Got it.” He snaps his fingers and begins driving.

—

The van stops in front of your house, Eddie seems to be taking it in.  It’s a nice house, not like the fancy ones he first encountered earlier in the day but still nice.  Most of the homes on the rest of the street are similar but different in their own ways.  Different colors, different layouts, but the same general idea in the way that they’re all made of stucco.  Somewhat cookie cutter but not all the way.  Each house somehow still had its own personality with how one had a boat parked in the driveway and another had a swing hanging from the tree in front.

Your house was two stories, a cream color with a light brown trim and a hedge blocking the front door from view of the street with a little path leading behind it so as to reach the door.  There was a small grass lawn in the front, not too large.

“Wow.  Fuck.” Eddie expresses through an exhale.  You quickly glance back to him, unaware that he was referring to your house at first.  “Oh uh—yeah this is me.” You murmur, reaching for the car handle.  “You’ve got shit figured out.” He says, still staring at the house.  You feel the need to reveal that it’s not at all what he thinks.  That you don’t actually have anything figured out at all.  That it’s not even your house.  Well not fully your house.  

“It’s not like that.  It’s my grandparent’s house.” You quickly say.  “Thought you said you lived alone?” He inquires.  “For the most part.  They’re always going on cruises so most of the time it’s just me.  I take care of the house, pay what bills I can.  But I most certainly don’t have my shit figured out.” You explain, tucking your hair behind your ear.  

“And here I was thinking I was the only one without my shit together.” Eddie smirks.  You find a hint of insecurity behind his eyes, a fraction of self doubt but just as quickly as it came it’s gone, hidden away.  

For some reason you feel comfortable enough to continue, clearing your throat before you do so.  “And my mom and sisters are about an hour and a half away, living in the desert.  I'm the oldest.  Felt like I should stay and help out and eventually they put my name on the house.  So technically it is mine, just not only mine.” You wince.  “I—I don’t know why I felt the need to tell you-“ “If you apologize I’ll scream.” Eddie interrupts but again, you don’t mind because he’s preventing you from crawling back into the depths of your mind, insecurities rising.  “So-“ just as the word begins leaving your lips he gives you a stern look, eyebrows raised.  “Okay.” You say. 

“That’s better.” He concludes.  The moonlight is steaming in from the wind shield, brighter tonight than most nights.  Eddie taps his rings against the steering wheel, following the beat of the song playing quietly over the radio, a metal song.  “Do you visit your mom and sisters very often?” He asks.  “Yeah, yeah usually every two months.  They aren’t super far but I have stuff to take care of here.  It’s real fun out there, the desert just does something to you, maybe it’s cause the airs super dry but I love it out there.” You grin at the thought.

“I’ve never been anywhere outside of Indiana so everything here is new to me.  All I know is farmland and shitty small town people.” He says.  “Well we always have people visit out there.  Jos loves it, we swim and lay out in the sun.  Have big family dinners.  Maybe you can come out sometime.” You offer, nearly shitting yourself.  How are you even forming coherent thoughts while speaking to the beautiful boy in front of you?  “I’d like that.” He looks down at his rings tapping against the steering wheel.

His long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheek and his silhouette is like something out of the renaissance.  

“So Jos said you work from home?” He changes the subject.  “Yeah, I do some insurance work.  It’s really boring but it pays pretty well and I don’t have to be in an office building with people I don’t like all day.”  He laughs at this.  “I respect it.” He says.  “What about you?” You question.  “Well I don’t have anything going for me yet but back home I worked on cars at the auto shop.  I’m really good at taking shit apart and putting it back together.  I’ll probably find a shop here that’ll take me in.” He tells you.  “You will.  There are tons of shops down on Main Street.” You enlighten him.  

—

You could have  listened and babbled on and on with him all night but eventually you bid him goodnight and he waits as you make your way through the door.  Only leaving when he’s sure you made it in.

You let out a long sigh, making your way upstairs and to your room for the night.  Eddie Munson was going to be a problem in the best way possible. 

~end~

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NME: Miles Kane tells us about introspective new album ‘One Man Band’ and shares single ‘Troubled Son’

By Liberty Dunworth, 18/04/2023

The announcement of ‘One Man Band’ – which will be Kane’s fifth solo album – comes hot on the heels of his 2022 LP, ‘Change The Show’.  As the guitarist and singer-songwriter told NME, however, the new release couldn’t come at a better time – aiming to reflect his current frame of mind in the most raw and authentic way possible.

“I feel like that was like the most fitting song to come back with,” Kane said of ‘Troubled Son’ representing the album as a whole. “It’s a song [about how] we all have struggles in our lives, and sometimes we have shit together, sometimes we don’t. It’s like looking at myself in the mirror and acknowledging my faults, my fears, and sort of showing my journey.”

He continued: “I’m trying to figure it out. Sometimes you feel insecure. Sometimes you feel like the king of the world. It’s battling those sorts of [emotions]…‘Shit, am I good enough? Is this good enough?’”

Written at the tail-end of 2022, the 11-track album is balanced on contrast, he explained. It ventures back to the sound of his some of his earlier music – notably ‘Don’t Forget Who You Are’ and ‘Inhaler’ – as a way to create something new. It takes an isolated, emotional theme, and conveys it in a “super upbeat” way, designed for festival stages.

“The whole album is pretty pumping,” Kane told NME. “There was a conscious effort that I wanted to make it super upbeat. I didn’t want any strings. No brass. No piano. I just wanted it to be like what got me into playing guitar. A bit like a song like ‘Inhaler’ on the first album [2011’s ‘Colour Of The Trap’] – I wanted that energy again. That was the objective that we had.”

Set for release on August 4 via Modern Sky and produced by The Coral’s James Skelly, ‘One Man Band’ – as Kane explained – doesn’t simply make false promises of authenticity, it tries to convey it in everything from the album cover and music videos, to the names who collaborated on it.

Kane returned to his roots in the north of England to write the LP, and enlisted help from close friends and family to ensure the most “stripped back and real” result possible.

“Most of it was written up north,” said Kane. “I went to Stockport, wrote there with Tom [Ogden, Blossoms frontman]. Then James [Skelly], who was the singer from The Coral, he produced it. Last year we were having a back-and-forth of sending demos, and we recorded it in December and January in Liverpool.

He continued: “My cousin Ian played drums [so] it is a family affair. It’s the first time we’ve ever all worked together. It’s weird how it just fell into place and it feels right. It probably wouldn’t have worked if we’d tried it when we were younger, [but] it was a really nice experience to feel that support and enthusiasm. It sounds like the fucking Indie Mafia!”

Alongside the long list of musicians who collaborated on the album, Kane also recruited a familiar face for the pub-centred music video of ‘Troubled Son’: YouTuber, streamer and The Inbetweeners actor, James Buckley.

Discussing how the idea for the guest cameo came about, Kane said it stemmed from a want to have the music video be as true to his everyday life as possible.

“He’s my mate. I’ve known him probably since my first album and we had just been out a couple of weeks before. Then he just came down for that video! They’re all my mates, all in the pub – we went for a day and just got pissed,” he said.

“Again, I just wanted something just super real and not too posed. Just showing what I do with mates. Even the artwork, a friend took that and it’s of me, not too posed. I wanted it all to be sort of stripped back and as real as can be, to be honest.”

Looking at the release of ‘One Man Band’ and beyond, Kane insisted that, above all else, he is eager to hit the stage again. “I am itching. I just need to get out there. I’m dying. I’m chomping at the bit, really,” he said, also hinting that he is wanting to rekindle his long-time collaboration with Arctic Monkeys’ frontman, Alex Turner.

Although nothing has been announced as of yet – Kane did confirm that an upcoming appearance with the iconic Sheffield band later this year is “very possible” and something the two “have spoken about” recently.

As for fans Kane and Turner’s own band, The Last Shadow Puppets, the songwriter added that while they will “definitely” revive the project at some point, there are no official plans for a reunion happening “any time soon”.

“We always speak about it,” he added. “It’ll always come up. But now we’re both doing our things, you know? I think when it just falls back into place naturally in terms of being creative, writing songs or whatever together, then that will be the day.”

As for Kane’s other supergroup, The Jaded Hearts Club – which also featured Jet’s Nic Cester, Muse frontman Matt Bellamy, Blur’s Graham Coxon, Jamie Davis and Zuton’s drummer Sean Payne – the promise of new music seems increasingly more hopeful.

According to Kane, the band are considering reforming and turning their focus away from covers and towards writing their batch of original material. However, again to the dismay of hopeful fans, this isn’t due anytime soon. “Probably at some point, we’ll do a little record of some original songs,” he said.

“It is a plan. So I think we’ll have a little dive over there at some point. At the minute, I’ve just gotta keep my head balanced on [though]. But one day I think we’ll do some originals and see if they sound any good.”

[hrtbreakanniversary]

fine line | tom holland [1]

summary: the all put together mr. holland is quick to fall after 5 simple words.

ms. y/l/n just wants a vacation.

pairing: ceo!tom holland x secretary!reader

word count: 5.7k

warnings: descriptions of sexual intercourse, 18+, profanity, nothing much

ONE. LIGHTS UP

All the lights couldn't put out the dark Running through my heart Lights up and they know who you are Know who you are Do you know who you are?

Luminescence lights filled the room. The features of the couple unseen as they moved around the silk sheet covered bed. Slithering himself between the tan legs of the female, pleasure shooting through his body as she screamed with each thrust as a male stood behind him, his lips attached to the bare skin of his shoulder, running his hands up and down his toned abs.

Chills running down his body when the male ran his finger down between his crevices of his bottom, inching closer to the spot that ensued an inch to be touched. A loud smack ran the room causing the both of them to let out a soft laugh at the tease.

The male's attention returned back to the female below him as she swiveled her hips.

Only prompting him to grab the hair of the woman in front of him, pounding into her faster as all of their moans filled the room.

"Fuck, are you close?" The girl didn't answer, resulting in her hair getting pulled back,"Answer me, are you coming?"

The other male's weight moved from behind to in front of the woman. Her response muffled by the sudden intrusion in her mouth.

"Speak louder, baby."

"I'm - I - I'm com-"

_

"Coming!", She replied back to her roommate who alerted that their takeout had arrived.

Urgent fingers ran along the mousepad of the MacBook, her eyes reading over and over again the email of rejecton. Hoping that she was reading it incorrectly. But by the fifth time, she accepted that this was reality.

All she wanted was one thing.

A stupid vacation.

"Asshole!" She exclaimed with her mouth as she repeatedly slammed her hand against the marble counter of her small desk. A meow interrupted her mid slap. "I know, Channing Furtum. No loud noises after 10 or else Mr.Hong is going to file another complaint." She sighed at the cat that perched itself comfortably on one of her wooden shelves.

"Please do not tell you're talking to that feline again."

"Tuwaine, aren't you from London as well? Convince him with your British to British brain connection."

"I don't think that's how it works and that man doesn't even spare me a glance. And the one time he did, I almost pissed my pants. His ass is watching my every move, I feel."

"TMI." Y/N scoffed into the speaker of the phone, scratching the scalp out of her head from frustration.

Her phone dinged for the 100th time as her family group chat had rose from the dead due to current events. One of her family members had just recently had a child and everyone is trying to book a flight to Bakersfield, California to see the shriveled up version of her cousin, Maurice.

She had nothing against babies but she doesn't understand how one can find a newborn baby so cute.

But her main priority was for her Ma Ma's birthday. She hasn't seen her grandma in such a long time since she's moved to New York.

It wasn't just the group chat but her parents asking her if one of the many itineraries sent were one of hers. But according to the email that writes in the first few lines:

The employee is unable to take requested days off due to responsibilities and duties requested by Mr. Tom Holland.

There's a clear chance it's not.

Another scream escaped from her throat, shooting up from her seat as her feet stomped against her floor.

A response in return was the thump of what she figured was the top of a broomstick. She couldn't hear exactly what the elderly man was saying but from the harshness of his tone, it wasn't anything too nice.

"You realize I'm still on the phone right?"

"Why aren't you in mourning with me?"

"Because this isn't the first time. He always says no. The number of PTOs you have can last you at least a year."

Memories flooded in from when she first started working when she was on a date with somebody that she had met on one of those online dating apps and had received an urgent text from Tom. Worried that some kind of project was behind or there was a missing file, she had rushed to work.

Her high heels digging into the back of her ankle, scurrying against the title floors to get to the large office at the end of the room. Her date was not impressed at all.

Even though she didn't read a single line of the agreement she signed, she remembered him clearly highlighting a part of it that told her to be quick on her feet to help him when he calls in case it was a life or death situation.

The glass door was already partially open when she used full force to open it, only to find him put all together with a stress ball in his hand. A poster on the side falling face down. His eyes fluttering closed as if he were already slipping into REM, Tom leaned back in his chair," I couldn't get the staple out of the wall."

Either way, that date wasn't meant to be. She didn't feel anything good coming out of man who pours out a mountain of salt on his pasta.

"I'll take that year anytime. Maybe find a new job while I'm at it."

"Not when Tommy doesn't know how to wipe his own ass."

"For somebody that's afraid of him, you sure talk about his ass a lot."

"For somebody that's not afraid of him, you sure never stand up to him."

As much as she preaches finding a new job, it's hard to find one without having much experience anywhere except for retail. When she was in a low, Tom had given her the job despite not having any qualifications that were listed in the job description. Then again, all you need to know is basic human skills and patience to babysit. Even easier when the one you are babysitting is an adult.

So she couldn't quit even if she wanted to.

Herr boss's satisfaction is her satisfaction despite the constant pounding in her head that occurred each time she hears his voice.

As Tuwaine rambled on and on about this bar he had stopped by last night, her calendar filled with events from both her and her roommate glared at her. This weekend had nothing booked! I mean she could always just leave tomorrow night and arrive there on Saturday then leave for a whole day of flights on Sunday.

Mid sentence, the story cut off as the call was paused and intercepted by another. Side stepping back to where her phone was placed, she wasn't surprised by the contact name that appeared.

Not even a name was shown but a little devil emoji in it's place.

She pressed the end and accept, planning to explain Tuwaine later because the ordeal was going to be the usual. Something that Tom needed help with that a simple task that a 7 year old could do or something that wasn't too grand.

In a hushed tone, "Wingguard Mansion." Her home screen reappearing.

_

The second floor consisted of several long tables with different groups attending to their robots. One had an arm that was able to extend itself and another was being controlled to pass around snacks to other words.

Y/N stood with Tuwaine, who was apart of the coding team. Under her eyes, bags and her hair barely being brushed through or fixed. A simple ponytail to keep her hair up and out of the way.

"You're telling me when you walked in there, the girl's mouth was covered in blood and then the other guy looked like he was on his period."

Taking a long drag out of one of the coffees in her hand, she nodded before gagging at the bitter taste.

"So she bit the bloke's dick off?" Laughter filled the cube. "And where was the boss?"

"He had me talking to the police while he slept." Tuwaine shook his head in disbelief as Y/N continued," You know how hard it was to explain to them what happened?"

According to the girl, she felt so good that she accidentally clenched her teeth forgetting that there was something in her mouth. It was completely traumatizing just because the guy would be screaming in pain with every step he took. The situation would've been funny at the time to Y/N if she didn't have to stay out till 3 am and then take the subway which made her get home at 4 on the dot. Her phone ringing her ear at 7 am so he could tell her to get his coffee with two sugars for the "long night" he had.

"So while you're working, he's fucking around." Tuwaine finished off the rest of his muffin," I don't know how you do it."

Y/N shrugged before a whistle sung through the office as one of the employees came running with a panicked look on his face..In a hushed tone, he spoke," It's here."

As he rushed by, he sideswepped one of the cups of Y/N's hand, making it spill into a trashcan that was thankfully right below her. With no time to use such foul words to call out the worker, she just wiped her hand on the inside of her black cotton coat.

The elevators door opened again and the click of shoes began to come down the hallway. Y/N herself took the initiate to make her way towards the man while all of the workers tried make themselves look busy. She even saw one person erasing a sentence and retyping it over and over again.

Tom walked with his eyes, stuck to his phone. And swiftly, Y/N handed his coffee to him and walked side by side to him," Morning, boss. You have a conference call in 30 minutes."

They entered his large office that looked out to a beautiful view of New York. Each time Y/N got a moment of her own in this office, she would watch the clouds float by and the new faces that came everyday into time square. To some, the view was bore but to her, it was everything. Even if she encountered a weird sight every so often.

"Yes, about the new launch of the voice controlled drones. I know."

"Staff meeting at 10."

"Did you call that one guy? The one with receding hairline."

"Yeah, Junie? Called her and told her if he doesn't bring in the blueprints, he won't be getting the sponsor. Also your immigration lawyer called. She said that's imperative that you-"

"Cancel the call, push the meeting to tomorrow, and keep the lawyer on the sheets." Tom flipped through some folders on his desk," Get a hold of PR, Osterfield's wants to do a collaboration."

"Harrison Osterfield? Nicely done."

Tom finally looked up from the things in his hands,"Ms. Y/L/N, do you think our company is not good on its own? Do you have inappropriate feelings for our client? That can cause potential trouble."

"N-No, I just like what they put out there."

"If I want your opinion, I will ask for it."

"But you..." Voice trailing off when he answered his ringing phone. Business call or not, it was clear he had the last word.

Used to it all, Y/N refrained from rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Taking one of the folders instead to keep her mind somewhere else than the plan that was forming in her head to take one of those phone numbers off the bulletin board and ask them to do voodoo.

"By the way, who is Luke and why does he want me to call him?"

Her eyes widened. Luke is the cute barista from the coffee chop near her apartment and partially one of the reasons she wasn't late. He flirted more than he needed to in order to earn tip but she would have never guessed he was bold or serious enough to write the visible heart and his phone number on the cup.

"Well, that was my cup."

"And I'm drinking your coffee why?"

"Because your coffee spilled."

He read the label, "So you drink dark roasted coffee with two sugars?"

"Yeah, I like my coffee as dark as my soul," She grinned at her joke but was met with a straight face, two blinks of the eye translating to an absurd insult, "I mean I couldn't possibly order two coffees for you in case one spilled. That would be incredibly pathetic, I know."

Blink. Blink. Blink.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Holland." She closed his door without another word.

+

Hands crunched together, the whites on his knuckles showing.

Unprepared slides. Blueprints uncompleted. Body language showing the presenter was clearly unprofessional in matters of how he spoke. "Get this shit out of my face." The phone flew across the room, the wheels of his chair scratching against the floor as he held his face in his hand in anger.

Y/N knew to give the man space before he blew up on her, rushing to her own desk and picking up the now cracked phone. The second she saw his figure stalking towards the door, she opened up a forum with an alert written in the all caps: "THE WITCH IS ON HIS BROOM.". Commotion of workers pulling their things back together were white noise when Y/N quickened her pace to follow Tom.

It was a quick turn into a room that held the room of their chief operating officer, Bob. The door slammed open, the handle hitting the side of the wall. Bob looked up from his activities with his confusion in his eyes when Tom decided to silently take a seat. "This is leather? Shell cordovan?"

The tension in the air so thick, Y/N struggling to breathe.

Bob enthusiastically began to explain his collection he had at home, Tom placing his hands on his hips when he stood up from the spot. Clearly uninterested in the topic, his mocking laugher as he stepped closer to the middle aged man.

"Bob, I'm letting you go." Bob could only stare in shock, words unable to come out of his mouth," I asked you to do one simple thing and you may have costed us a investor. So... you're fired. Now I will give you two months to find another job before you tell everyone you resigned, OK?"

None another word was spoken before Tom walked out first with Y/N following close behind, her eyes closed in on the clearly upset figure," What's his twenty?"

"He's moving. He has crazy eyes."

Hell was about to break lose. Moving off to the side as Bob kicked over a trashcan in his way.

" You selfish son of a bitch! You can't fire me. You don't see what you're doing here? Some spoiled rich kid thinks he could fire me."

Oh no, Bob. Y/N clasped her hand together, Tom tucking both of his hands into the pockets of his slack, leaning with his head slightly back. Nonchalant to all, seemingly unbothered. But Y/N knew what he was doing. He was taunting.

Bob stepped closer, "I tried to let it go. Dom passing on his legacy to some kid knowing full well he should've gave to me. So I've been here much longer than you have for you to fire me. You don't get to do that. So I know you feel threatened by me because I'm 10 times more qualified than you are."

"Are you quite done?"

Bob's eyes flicked over to Y/N and back to Tom before returning back to Y/N," And you treat all of us like slaves when I haven't seen you lift a single finger. If you had given me time to prepare instead having your little whore here last minute tell me about the project. And you know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one."

"I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No." Tom stood over the man who was only a centimeter shorter than him but Bob was cowering where he stood despite his outburst," I fired you because you're a lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time perving on the woman here than in your office. I've received several reports about several employees claiming how uncomfortable you make them feel and even now, you dare disrespect Ms. Y/L/N. If you say another word, Tuwaine is gonna have you thrown on your ass onto the sidewalk. Another word and you're going out of here with an armed escort. Y/N will film with her camera and will put it on that little video app with a little montage of all the complaints I have on you. What is it called again?"

"You know my name?" Y/N heard Tuwaine ask. She shushed him before quipping up, "Tiktok, sir.".

"Exactly. Is that what you want?" Tom turned around and motioned with a swift point of his thumb," Get him out of here."

Y/N could feel Tom's stare on her, Bob long forgotten as his presence disappeared from the hallway despite his desperate screams of letting him go. "How long ago did you tell him about the report?"

"Last week when you told me."

"I first told you about this three weeks ago."

"No, you told me last week."

Y/N was met with a hard stare, almost as if it could pierce through her skill. Tom made a beeline back to his office, the door closing behind him. While he remained calm throughout, it felt like a slap in her face. She wouldn't be surprised if she went in there and found his floor full of clutter from him swiping his desk

There were so many deadlines and emails that she has always managed to keep up and be responsible of. She was sure she would've been knowing of another deadline that Tom had put out.

+

She was done. She was dead. The monitor of her computer beeping like a hospital signaling a heart rate going flat. After checking her email, she had seen the following headline about the project he was working on. And indeed, it was dated last month and three weeks back.

"Come on, you even do his laundry. There's no way he's firing you." A girl tried to make her make feel better but returned to her own work when Y/N hid her face into the palms of her hands.

Her eyes wavered over to the still shut door. The only time it opened was twice when she saw two people walk into the room and come back out after 10 minutes within the last hour and a half.

"Yeah, maybe." Definitely way. He would've had her doing every single thing but there hasn't been a single page to her phone or anything. She was definitely fired and there's no doubt about it. The door finally opened, Tom's popping out. She didn't need to hear anything as he instead beckoned her with a wave of his hand.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped and shut the door behind her," I apologize extremely for my mistake. There has just been so many things and I know that I should've kept up with it but it was so much."

"So stupid."

"Well, that's a bit harsh."

"Damn bigots."

"I mean what I did wasn't that bad. I did a person to get fired... but that was way overdue for Bob."

"I mean my name is on the building! I'm a citizen here!"

Hold on a second...

"I'm beginning to think we're not talking about the same thing."

"They're going to deport me. Because of last night's fiasco. Apparently there's a thing where I can't get anything on my criminal record as the application is being developed. I didn't bite the guy's dick off and that's not even a crime. Hell, it was committed on American soil by an American!"

"Can't you work on the job from there? You've taken plenty of business trips."

"Yeah from inside the country. Plus they refused to do that. They're planning to have Bob take over because he has the most experience. I just fired the man."

"Wait, so does this mean I'm not fired?"

"Oh no, you are fired." Tom sat down on the edge of his desk with his hands clasped in his lap. No sympathy as Y/N's face fell.

"Sir, I apologize again for the mishap but understand that there were a lot of things I had to keep control of.

"While I've always wanted to let go of Bob, you are also at fault and lost us an investor. If you were anyone else, I would've fired you on the spot. I gave it a lot of thinking and it still comes out to the same result. Pack your things starting next week. I still need you for tomorrows' event."

"I was actually planning to go to Grandma's."

"And risk not get your last paycheck? Which guessing how much it'd be, it seems like a lot. I can always just use that money for the fund-"

'I'll be there, no worries."

"Until then, I need to find out a way to convince them to let me stay. There's no way in hell I'm giving up the company for a year to that perv."

"I mean you could get married. I've heard about that scheme before."

"Does it look like there's anybody I'm going to marry?" Tom tapped his temple with his index finger, "Cmon, Y/N, think."

"I mean you don't have to love them" Y/N shrugged, " I mean it's not like it's hard for you to find a person to marry. You had no struggle last night with the-"

"Let's not talk about last night."

_

In awe, she looked around the wide and big room. Controlled drones flew around the air conditioned arena. Spider like robots walked across the floor by people who were using their brain power to make it work.

"Mr. Holland, this is amazing. This is all Oster's Power?"

While she was fascinated by everything, the slicked back hair was beginning to curl out of it's form as Tom was having an essential life crisis. Many would think he was composed but he was quite literally freaking out at the moment. His breathing going heavier as more and more people crowded the large hall. What the hell was he doing to do? He's going to be deported in two weeks and he's trying to settle a large collaboration with a bigger company. If the company gets handed over to Bob and the merge doesn't go well, Holland will burn and burn.

Is this karma? Had he done something wrong?

Speak of the devil.

In all his pride and glory, Harrison Osterfield walked with two guards in front of them. When they reached the two, the guards separated and allowed the handsome man to step forward and a slender brunette woman appeared aside him.

"Pleasure to meet you in the skin, Holland." His soft accent beating the harsh headlines that blog articles spoke of about his strict attitude," And this must be Ms. Y/L/N."

When she saw her ex boss not even raising his hand to shake Harrison's, she took over and held out hers for the sake of the awkwardness that filled the air," Thank you for inviting us. It's a wonderful business that you own."

Harrison nodded, his attention now fully on Tom who stared into the air. The woman smiled one full of straight teeth, therefore proving to Y/N that she was as perfect as she thought it was. "I'm Gracie James, Harrison's fiancé." Her ring finger coming into view as she showed off the big diamond," Just recently this week." moved forward to grasp Y/N's hand to warm it with hers," And you are? Are you two together? Do you work with him? Oh my! Are you two?" Her eyes moving side to side, insinuating a suggestive matter. Well... what was she to Tom now? She didn't necessarily work with him anymore.... she wasn't technically wasn't his friend... While her mind wondered, she looked around the room and saw Tom was still in La La Land with Harrison struggling to keep up a conversation with him. With her right arm out of the view, Y/N nudged his hard side and disrupted whatever trance that he was trapped in," Right. You go and enjoy your evening. I'll see you tonight for the press. If you would excuse me."

Tom disappeared into the large group of people, Y/N pivoting onto feet to race after him before she was held back by a large hand. Harrison smiling down at her as she returned to her former posture of standing up straight with her hands clasped together in front of her, "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush to go check on him. He may just be nervous. I can take any questions if you'd like."

"Actually, it's a question for you."

"Me?"

One of his securities reached into one of their coats to pull out a rectangle paper to pass it Harrison to then pass to Y/N. A business card. "Saw how fascinated you look by everything." Clicking the side of the card, "I know you want to remain loyal but know that I have a job opening for our QA section."

Harrison went on and on about the opening. How you don't need to know much about the technology, it's mostly computer and packaging that needs to done. The pay being around the same range as what she was making now, maybe even a few more. While she wanted to stay focused on what he had to say, a constant buzz in her purse distracting her.

"Just give it a thought, alright? Tom is a good man but I could always use someone as bright as you here." Harrison raised his hand up to lay it on his shoulder," Make sure to try the cheddar biscuits, they just melt in your mouth."

"For sure. Thank you again."

Watching Harrison disappear into the crowd of people, Y/N was already hot on her toes. Advancing in direction that Tom had walked in, scrolling through the multiple messages that he sent that repeatedly told her to come but no directions to where he went. But seeing the long line of males lined up at the one person bathroom. she figured she knew where he was.

Prepping herself, she faked the best smile she could at the people in line as she cut to the front to knock on the door. "Mr-" The door swinging open, slamming against the wall before a hand grasped her wrist and pulled her in. Hair a mess, breathes coming out in a dry heaves. "Fuck, are you okay?" Tom slid and sat down on the tiled floor, hair constantly pushed back by his shaking hands. "How'd you even know that it would be me?"

"Anyone can tell the difference with that annoying voice you have."

"Okay, you're a little bit more mean than you usually are."

Tom's head peeked up from behind his knees, eyebrows knitted together in stress,” What the hell am I going to do? I'm going to be on a plane in two days back to London and convincing Harrison Osterfield to partner with my company in a week. They completely overlap and I can’t do it if I’m on the other side of the world!”

The ring from the light and the click of Y/N’s heels clicked and she didn't even stop to think about her actions. Now she was the floor with him, her hand coming up to rest against his knee. His glare bringing it back down to her lap.

"There's not a lot of good traits about you."

"Excuse me?"

"But what can I say is that you're manipulative. In a good way."

"In what way is that ever possibly good?"

"Okay here's the thing. I know when you're lying."

"How is this helping?"

"And for some reason, no one else can see through your bullshitting and somehow you always end up getting what you want. I always wondered and then I walked into your meeting that one time. That's when I heard it. You sway people with your words. What's the difference in this?"

"I'm getting deported."

"Just think of it as that one time you lied your way out of getting that parking ticket even though the sidewalk was clearly red and told you that it was red because you told the police officer you were colorblind then proceeded to bribe him even though it was your fault that lady accidentally hit your car."

"You make me sound like a bad person."

"Well... I can name off a few more-"

"Enough of that." He stood up randomly, "I'm fine now, okay? No more, I don't need to hear it." That wasn't even the worse of it, Y/N thought to herself, shaking her head to herself. With no warning, the weight she had put on him to hold her up making her lose her balance and her body stumble onto the dirty floor. Barely gathering herself before Tom opened the door and allowed the other men into the bathroom who only looked at her with a questioning look as they stepped over her frame.

More and more, she was starting to care less about being unemployed tomorrow morning.

+

Reporters gathered into another hall, Y/N stepping to the side near the tables.

Harrison was right. The cheese did in fact melt in her mouths. Gathering a couple onto her plate with some crackers, she settled down besides a reporter who was already staring at her through the rims of his glasses that were falling down the bridge of his nose.

She returned back a look of disgust. He was one of the men that just looked at her instead of helping her up like a decent human being so he could stare all she wanted. Choosing to sit a few seats down from him instead of the open one besides him, she figured he could get a taste of his own bad attitude of people not wanting to sit next to him... if he even notices.

The room began to darken as people came out from behind the curtains, all walking like robots up to the podium. Guess working with them so much slowly conditions you into one.

As the topic went into something she didn't really understand, she took another bite of one of the lighter color cheeses. And was immediately in shock.

It tasted so much like mashed potatoes, she could faint. She began to shove more and more in her mouth, not getting enough of the combo of crunch of the cracker and smoothness of cheese.

The euphoric moment paused when she heard the familiar voice but this time, he didn't sound as stoic as he usually sounded. His sentences coming out in cut up pieces.

"What do you have to say, Mr. Holland?"

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that please?"

The man with the glasses. What were his intentions?

"There's been rumors that'd you'll be returning to London, is that true? In the middle of the season, is that correct? Are you not worried of not hitting your next mark?"

Under the bright light, Y/N could see Tom beginning to sweat profusely. His hands fidgeting through one another with the table. Harrison on the end of the table playing with the skin of his lip which made the jittery feeling in his stomach explode. Her cover blowing up piece by piece.

Cmon... just as she thought that, she locked eyes with him as if he heard her. "Manipulate." She mouthed.

"And why would I be going back to London?"

"There's been word spreading that you're planning to go back to London, a report detailing that you were going to be deported. Say, whatever did you do to get deported?"

"Well I can ensure you that I'm not getting deported and I will not be returning back to London."

"But it says right in the the papers that the defendant has breached his contract and will have return back to London to finish his VISA."

"These claims do not make sense as I am engaged to my loving girlfriend."

Oh so now he uses the marriage tactic. Wonder where he got that from. Y/N shook her head and popped another cheese into her mouth like it was a piece of popcorn and she was watching a movie in the theaters.

"And who is this girlfriend of yours, if you don't mind me asking?"

Tom paused, unable to think of a fake name. It was too on the spot. His eyes wavered over the large crowd of reporters, their bodies leaning forward as they waited for the big reveal of the CEO who was thought to be the wanted and unattainable bachelor. Their pencils and fingers ready to write or type in the name of the mystery girl.

"Are you... by any chance, lying?"

"No." Tom quickly denied the claim. Y/N raked through her mind any name she could think. Trying her best to think of what that one girl's name was from the night before. Maybe she could offer a large sum of money to her in exchange for lying for only a couple of weeks. What the hell was she doing? She doesn't even work for him anymore. She didn't need to come up with these solutions for him. This was his mess, he fixes it.

"Her name is..." Y/N's breath hitched when her eyes locked with Tom's. The desperation in his eyes, almost pleading. Like he was asking for permission, his pen swaying side to side like a pendulum. The only beings in the room being them.

For all the times he's made her miss a date. For all the times he's stressed her out to the point of her hair falling out.

Does he truly deserve this easy way out?

But she couldn't help but nod, securing the deal. Tom turning back to the reporter," Her name is Y/N Y/L/N."

a/n: thank you for tooning in! also excuse the cringe company names lol. pls let me know how it is going, i've been iffy about my writing lately hehe.

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[xivu-arath]

"Would be real easy now to just freeze it whole and smash it to pieces. Get it all over with. But,” And he tips his head at the arm and its hungry, glowing whorls. “You haven’t. And you’re not going to.” The Drifter makes a generous offer.

The Drifter walks in on Omen-5 as if by sheer coincidence, wandering into the shelter with his shoulders hunched like all he’s after is a break from the wind and the cold. “Ooh, sorry,” he says loudly as he tosses his gear and fusses with the synth-brewer. “Didn’t know you were in here, cousin.” The exo doesn’t even look up. Typical.

Xyr attention is entirely on the arm xe’s holding out in front of xem, all ridged and gnarled like some funky new glove. Just looking at it gives him the creeps. Even here on the most morose iceball in the system, he’s seen it trying to throw out little twigs and new layers of bark the colour of eggshell. And it pulses, a fake heartbeat all of Light, so eager to grow, to change.

It’s not doing that now, though. Instead the overgrown tips of xyr fingers have gone dark and glittering, and xe is tapping at them until they chip away. What’s left behind is ugly and jagged-edged, more claw than fingertip, the wood discoloured by frost. It looks like it hurts. He doesn’t bother asking.

Omen must have broken one chunk off harder than the others. It goes flying, and Drifter leans in to grab it.

Steely fingers close on his wrist just as he does, levering him back. He stumblingly goes along with it, eyes wide. “Hey now cousin, no call for that – I just wanted a look, that’s all.” Xyr grip doesn’t loosen, a bruising reminder that only one of them is fleshy. He tries a different tack. “Besides, we’re all on the same team here. No harm done, right?”

Xe looks at him for a long moment. “Are we?” xe asks. Drifter keeps looking startled and impatient – but not particularly afraid – right back, not deigning to answer. Finally xe lets go, and he makes a show of rubbing at his wrist, tucking away the little frostbitten bit as he does. “You are not related to me in any way,” Omen continues. It’s an attempt to get him to back off, and it’s almost cute. Drifter smiles, with a shark’s pity.

“That totally literal act must get you out of a lot, huh?” Xyr lights flicker in what he knows is unfiltered annoyance. “But I know you know that I’m just tryin’ to be friendly.”

“I do not need any more friends.”

He spreads his arms wide, open-handed. “No? That’s up to you, sure… but ol’ Drifter’s a good friend to have. Especially if you’re in the habit of letting your friends get a better look at that freaky sapling you got there.” Omen goes more still than xe already is, which is a pretty impressive feat.

“No.” Clipped and rapidfire, so close to defensive.

“Really? Seems pretty close-minded, to come to all of us for help, for… alternative options, and only end up considering Eris’ take on things. I know a thing or two too, y’know.”

“I said,” xe starts, flat in a way that he’s guessing means he’s prodded at xem enough to uncover a temper.

“You’ve never been around to see my ship, right?” he breaks in. “Got an awful lot of interesting stuff back there. Some of it even grows, just… in the opposite direction, let’s say.”

Omen’s eyes brighten to miniature lamps, boring into him. Got ‘em. Pretty standard for a loner hermit type – xe’s never bothered to learn how to hide xyr feelings, and exos are a lot easier to read than they usually think. He leans back, flashes another toothy smile, wider and very friendly. “Figured that might be something you’d wanna hear about. But if you’re sure….”

A pause in which he can practically hear xyr thoughts whirring. “Wait.” Still flat, still pissed off. “What exactly do you want?”

“Just a few samples, the size of the ones you’ve been pruning. Nothing you’ll miss. I hold onto ‘em and mess around a bit, you get to hear about any interesting results. We both get somethin’ out of it.”

Xe’s not convinced just yet. “You will use them for your own gain?”

“Picking a weird time to get holier-than-thou,” he says. “My own gain’s the same as yours – finding out what it can do, with the Light, and the Dark. You’re after that too, aren’t you? Would be real easy now to just freeze it whole and smash it to pieces. Get it all over with. But,” And he tips his head at the arm and its hungry, glowing whorls. “You haven’t. And you’re not going to.”

Omen leans back, calculating. Drifter already knows he’s right.

“Fine,” xe says at last. “Since they will not go to waste this way.”

“Practical. I like it. I remember when I first heard about you, collecting bodies and bones and dragging them over for the Ghosts to look at. Good thinking ahead, that.”

He’s starting to get the feeling Omen really doesn’t like being called out so easily, even on the small stuff, because xe’s clammed up again, biolights cool and steady. “Next time you’re in the City, pay me a visit. Play a few rounds of Gambit.” He flourishes, shuffles a coin over his fingers and flicks it at xem. The exo doesn’t move, and it pings off xyr head, forcing him to scoop it back up.

“Damn.” He acts up the disappointment, salts his tone with just a bit of hurt, not that he suspects Omen will care. But it will annoy xem. “You really are a cold one, huh? Still, think about it. You could give all the young hotshots a taste of the Dark Age. And…” He clicks his tongue. “Get up close and personal with what I’ve been cooking.”

Omen looks at him, through him, dragging out the hope of an answer. Xe’s hoping this will get uncomfortable, but he’s never met a discomfort he couldn’t wallow in. Eventually, xe cracks. Xe wants to get out of this a whole lot more than he does. “Maybe.”

“Great, can’t wait to –”

But xe retreats out the door before he’s even got the sentence out, leaving a fine dusting of frost and bark shavings where xe stood. The Drifter stoops down and starts gathering it up.

Like xe said, no sense in letting any of it go to waste.

[stannyramirez]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

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