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Hello. Welcome to Chapter 9. A lot happened last time. Our couple is official! This chapter, we return to seeing all three of our wildflowers, starting with Molly, followed by Cora and Susannah. We also start to heat things up, again. Hence the ‘mature’ label.

If you’re just joining us, please catch up with the master list.

Thank you to the ever beautiful @lvnterninthenight, @gardensgatedaisy and @whitesuitjake for helping me with this story - each in their own way. I also want to thank @lightmylove-gvf, @takenbythemadness and @loveisonaroll - you guys (gn) have been so important giving me the support to keep going. Thank you 😘

This is a work of fiction, and is totally mine. Please do not take it for your own personal use. I’ve put in hours of research, hours upon hours of writing, re-writing, screaming, yelling and vomiting over this epic of a story. But it is mine.

Content warnings: Depression. Drug abuse and overdose. And there’s passion in this one. 18+, heavy touching.

Word count: approx. 6800 words

Chapter Nine: Descent, Heart Sick, Care - Molly POV

Pushing into the dressing room, Molly heard the clank of upset bottles. Susannah sat slumped in her chair, hands gripping at the desk and a laudanum bottle. When she looked back, it was sightless. Molly felt herself cringe at the sight of her friend’s struggle.

“How much of that have you had today, love?” she asked.

Molly quickly crossed the space. The fringe and beadwork of her dress rattled and whispered as she moved. Taking the bottle from Susannah’s limp grip, she held it up to see the contents. Her eyes rolled at the sight. She was sure the bottle had already lost a third of its volume.

“Must be bad today,” she whispered. She caught Susannah’s thin frame as she started to slide from the chair in a weak attempt of gaining her footing. “Let’s have you lay down, baby.”

“Where’s my Sammy boy?” Susannah whined.

“In the garage as usual,” Molly grunted.

Half carrying, half dragging, she got Susannah to the chaise lounge. Three girls toppled through the door, upsetting the curtains and screening. Molly noted that her friend did not even flinch at the ruckus.

“Lulu, you’re going on for Susannah, so hurry your ass up,” Molly ordered.

“Sure, Mols,” the girls answered.

She yanked the privacy screen hard with a glare. Susannah was whimpering in her haze of medication and whiskey. She debated dumping the problem into Samuel’s lap. This was his girl after all. He should be the one caring for her. She stood and began to turn away, eyes landing on the dressing table. Aside from the laudanum and whiskey, there did not seem to be anything else present that would harm her.

�� Washed up and dressed, she looked in on Susannah. The girl was going to lose her coveted position within the dance troupe. Mr. Joshua would not tolerate her behavior and her lack of work. Molly would only be able to smooth things over and cover for her for so long. She brushed the hair from her friend’s forehead and received no response. Her brows knitted with concern.

“Hey, baby girl,” she said. Nothing. Clearing her throat she increased her volume with a shake on her shoulder. “Come on, Susannah. Wake it up for a bit.”

Nothing. Placing a finger under her nose, she could feel a trace of the woman’s breath. Her eyes locked to her chest and saw shallow movement.

“Damn it, girl,” she whispered.

She could not stop the tide of fear and anger that broke free from inside and flooded her brain. She stomped out of the dressing room and down the narrow stairs. Turning sharply, she pushed her way into the dancehall. Her steps were so fast, she might as well have been running. She heard Danny call out to her as she flew through the door, and did not allow herself to stop. Shocked by the bright light of the day, she flew down the boardwalk to the alley. She could hear tools and work clanging in the garage. Molly did not bother knocking and strode right in to see Sam bent over the engine bay and Jacob perched in the corner.

“What the literal fuck,” she shouted, pushing against Sam’s side. “What have you done now?”

Sam’s surprised face grew dark as he turned his attention onto her. “Not sure what you’re talking about, Molly.”

She shoved him again, nearly losing her balance in the process. “Your girl, Samuel. Your girl is up there fucking dying and you’re down here like it doesn’t fucking matter.”

She went to push him again, but Danny’s hands grabbed her around her middle and yanked her back. “No, love.”

“Let me go, Danny,” she seethed. “He needs some damn sense knocked in his skinny ass and it might as well be by me.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sam’s sudden venom, a rare event, made everyone pause. His face was hard. His eyes were like cinders. “Why don’t you start from the damn beginning and fill me on the bill, Molly, instead of this shit.”

Her jaw set. “Susannah. She’s been hitting the damn laudanum for days.”

“So, it’s just a headache,” he said with an eye roll.

Molly let out a scoff. “It’s not a goddamn headache. It’s not a goddamn melancholy, either. I can’t get her to wake up, Samuel. She’s barely breathing and I can’t get her fucking wake up!”

Jacob cursed while Sam ran for the door. The elder brother said he’d fetch Doc as he booked it outside. Molly turned to follow, but Danny stood in her way.

“Can’t let you go, Mols,” he said quietly.

“Why the hell not?” she belted.

He held his large hands up, open to her, trying to calm her. “Because, baby, in the state you are in, you will hinder, not help.”

“What the fuck! Now you too?”

He rolled his lips into his mouth with a shake of his head. “Come on, Molly. If Susannah needs help, let Doc handle it. He doesn’t need any more bodies in that room than necessary.”

“That’s not it,” she said. Molly’s fury bubbled and toiled around her heart. Knowing it was her Daniel that stood in her way, she could not voice her full wrath. “You think my hindrance would be because I’ll tell the fucking truth?”

“I don’t know about hindrance. I do know that neither one of us needs to be up in that room right now. We need to get the hell away from here and just let them take care of it.”

“Doc is just going to pump her full of shit she doesn't need, Daniel.”

His tongue flicked out and crossed his lip. “I don’t want to fight about this, baby. There is no fight in me about it. I just want to get you home and wait. Can we do that? Sam will come for you when he needs you.”

It was like he took the stuffing right out of her. Molly felt her shoulders slump. Her stomach sloshed as the moment filled her. She watched as he moved towards her, gently folding her against him.

“I’m so scared for her,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“She’s in such a pit, Danny. She’s never been this far before.”

“I know, love.”

Molly felt it shove its way up from the bottom of her roots, up her legs, through her hips and core, twist through her middle and erupt through her chest, the kind of cry that was held for being alone. Danny held her tighter. He did not bother to shush or soothe. It was a pain that had been eating at her and being the lover he was, he let her have what she needed most.

Chapter Nine: Pt. 2, Cora POV

She could hear disruption down the hall towards the stairs for the dressing rooms above the dancehall. She peeked out after hearing Jacob’s voice, but could see nothing. Her attention was drawn away with a busy day on the drawer. She could not quite let the anxiousness go as the foot traffic up and down the stairs was considerably more than typical.

When Jacob came to fetch the cash box, his face was tired and it was obvious that something terrible had happened. He smiled quietly, but she could feel whatever it was rippling through his skin. She tried to prompt him, but he merely shook his head and led her to the Kissel. A mile out of town in what had become their spot to stop and talk, he slid out of the car and looked like he was going to be sick.

Cora reached for him but he skirted her. The move confused her. “Jacob, whatever happened, just tell me.”

“Susannah’s in a bad way,” he said. Rubbing his hands together, he seemed to be digesting his next words. “She’s taken too much laudanum and… She’s going to be sick for a while.”

Cora took in a sharp breath. “I know she has headaches-”

“It’s not headaches so much as it’s heartache, Cora,” he said quietly. “The others don’t get it. That’s not true - Molly understands, sort of. She’s struggling in a way that Sam can’t understand. I get it though. She’s having to do what her soul is telling her is wrong but she has to do it anyway. It’s a hard hole to dig yourself out of, is all.”

“Is she home? I can help if I am needed,” she offered.

“No. Doc’s put her into the hospital for a few days. And it’ll probably fall on Molly to sit with her.”

“I’ll talk with Molly. Perhaps I can stay a few days next week.”

Jacob smiled. “You’d do that for her?”

“Of course. She’s a friend.”

“I think she’d like to know that, Finch,” he said. He reached for her. “It’s going to be important for her to know how many people care about her in the next few weeks.”

Sunday had arrived and Cora was aiding her mother down from Kilbourne’s wagon. Matthew was stepping back when Georgie and Jon were clamoring down to catch up with Rosemary. She remained behind with her eldest brother, her hand on his arm.

“I need to stay in town a few nights this week. I have a friend who is in need,” she said as he started guiding her towards the church. “Can I count on you to help Mama out?”

“Yes, of course,” he said. “It’s not Mr. Jacob, is it?”

“No. It’s Miss Susannah, Mr. Samuel’s steady-company. She’s been ill and needs someone to be with her when she gets home,” she explained.

“Mama’s not going to like you staying in town so much,” he said.

“Well,” she remarked. “She will survive, right?”

Matthew grinned. “I’ll take care of her, Cora. Promise.”

“I plan on going visiting with Jacob after services. The Archer household is in the plan, so I’m hoping to see Junie,” she said, watching as Jacob walked towards them, his face washed in sunshine.

“Thank you for taking care of my girl, Mr. Matthew,” Jacob said with a smile. “Good morning.”

The boy smiled as he shook Jacob’s hand. “Good to see you, Mr. Jacob.”

Jacob had started to sit with her during services. Joshua did not seem to mind. As long as Jacob was doing his part in keeping up the appearances as it were. Georgie insisted that he sit between Cora and her beau. Jacob did not seem bothered by the boy, often hiking him up on his shoulder to rest so as to hold her hand on the seat of the bench.

As the pastor droned on about long summer days and the benefits of hard work, Jacob leaned in next to her, close to her ear. “Archer does not seem to be here today. Did you see him?” he asked softly.

Cora felt her brows pinch as she looked across the pews. Indeed the banker was not in attendance. She shook her head before he met his gaze. “Will we still go?”

He shrugged. “Up to Josh.”

She nodded as he gave her hand a little squeeze. The rest of the service was longer than normal. Or at least it seemed that way. Cora felt anxious. Her insides scrambled as her brain thought through words she wanted to say to her sister. She prayed that there was no harm. That Archer was just… off. Being married to someone nearly twenty years younger would be an odd situation. How would someone go about even conversing and truly connecting with someone so beyond their realm in youth?

Finally, services were convened. Jacob spoke with his twin only to return with a shake of his head. A grin spread across his face as the boys were running towards Kilbourne’s wagon.

“Mrs. Janas, how about a drive home today?” he asked.

Rosemary’s face pinched like she was thinking it through. “A drive?”

Cora let out a soft laugh. “Come on, Mama. The boys will love it.”

She watched as her mother debated. When she finally looked to Jacob, she nodded with a small grin. Cora felt her heart lurch. He held out his elbow to her mother and guided her forward towards the garage. Cora rounded up the boys who excitedly chased after Jacob with an exuberance that she had not seen before. She did not bother to wave at Kilbourne. The farmer was glaring at the scene with obvious malice.

She had looked over the register for the farm books and had a plan in place. In four weeks, if she kept two dollars back for their expenses, she would have the debt paid. She wondered if Kilbourne was aware of that fact. She wondered if the man would allow them to actually pay the debt off. He had held the note over their heads for so long that he had become reliant on their cheap, always available labor. Somehow, she tried to convince herself that they could just leave the farm behind, but watching her mother climb into the backseat of the Kissel, she worried her lip. Jacob watched as she walked towards them, concern on his own features.

“All well?” he asked quietly.

She nodded. “I think the boys would love to ride up front with you. To better see how you drive and all.”

He offered his hand in assistance, but gave her a squeeze of comfort along the way.

Chapter Nine: Pt. 3, Cora POV

Cora tapped on the door before walking inside Susannah’s home. She had been told she did not have to, but she did anyway so as not to startle the frail girl inside. She had thought she had known the meaning of the word ‘fragile’. Seeing her friend, however, in such a state had brought her to pause. Her pretty skin was gray and her eyes seemed so flat that Cora wondered if it was actually her friend Susannah that lay in her bed.

It had been two weeks since the incident. Cora and Molly had divided the time at night to stay in Susannah’s home. Surprisingly, Rosemary did not protest her staying in town for such a reason. She had hoped that Susannah would become strong quickly, but that was not the case. Cora was concerned that perhaps there was more they should be doing for her, but Susannah did finally start to walk around the home in short paces, finally gaining strength to sit up for an hour or two. It was going to be a long road for her, Cora was sure of that.

Jacob quietly followed her before diverting off to the kitchen with a large jar of soup he had made, and a fresh loaf of bread. Towards the back of the house, she could hear Samuel talking, his voice soft and full of care. She peeked in with a quiet wave. He waved back as he continued to read to her.

Finding a routine after she had gotten home had been fairly easy. Cora was sure part of it was due to her drive to show her mother the ease she could have by living in town. Her evenings she would read and sup with Susannah, while Molly would spend the mornings gossiping and playing cards. Samuel snuck in each chance he had available.

“Can we take a quick walk before supper? I have something I want to show you,” Jacob said.

She watched as he poured the soup into a pan and set it on the stovetop. The evenings, though still tinged warm with summer, were starting to whisper a cooler edge. The winds were beginning to shift from July to August like a warning of harsh weather yet to come.

They walked away from the bungalows to the small string of tidy houses with the trees along its lane. She held on to him as he moved, his face warm with an excitement he couldn’t quite hide.

“You look like a cat after a bird, Jacob,” she teased.

“I know these are not the same as the bungalows, but, this one just came open as a rental,” he said, stopping before the narrow home with cedar shutters and door. “I inquired with the owner and he’s asking $10 a week in the short term, or $38 every thirty days. I hope you don’t think I’m forward, but I knew this may be a better fit for you and your mother.”

She stared at the house, the cost of rent being calculated against her earnings. Jacob cleared his throat to capture her attention.

“The school house is just on the next block over. You see how close you are to Susannah and Molly, as well as the shop. It has two bedrooms upstairs and one on the main level. Sitting, dining, kitchen and bath on the main as well. It’s a wood stove, no furnace. At least not yet.”

“Only $38 a month?”

He nodded. Cora knew the little yellow house was $42 if it was available, which it wasn’t. Now that Kilbourne’s debt would be paid off in the coming days, she was leary of staying in the cottage. He had kept the cottage looped in on the debt, so technically, he could start charging them whatever he wanted in rent. Knowing the greedy farmer, it would not be worth the argument of staying.

“You don’t have to decide this moment,” he said, his hand coming to rest on her hip. “Well… That’s not true. The owner needs to get someone in there soon.”

“I’ll talk with Mother,” she said. She started picturing herself sitting on the little porch, listening to her brothers tromping all over the house.

“Do you like it?”

Cora smiled. “I do. It’s lovely.”

Returning to Susannah’s, Jacob and Samuel took their leave. She was sitting up in bed when Cora brought her a tray for them to eat at. Her skin still appeared sallow, but at least there was humor returning to her eyes. The evening was quiet. They played cards and talked about the house Jacob had shown her.

“I’m feeling tired, Cora,” Susannah said with her eyes drifting closed. “Can we not read tonight?”

“Of course,” she replied.

She quietly cleaned up the kitchen and put away laundry she had washed and hung the day before. Cora peeked in on Susannah, finding her sleeping soundly. Deciding to tuck herself in the sitting room with a book, she curled up with a nice look out the window and the soft glow of electric light of the town.

The evening had long since been overrun by the night and Cora was just setting her book to the side with a sleepy roll of her neck. Fetching a glass of water from the kitchen, she was just about to head to her room when there was a soft tap on the door. Through the slit of a window in the door, she saw that Jacob waited on the other side.

“Are you well?” she asked as she opened up to him.

He nodded. “I heard the song that we first danced to, and I’ve been thinking about you ever since. Made me want to see you.”

He slipped his arm around her and took the other hand in his own. Slowly he started guiding her around the small space in a close, musicless dance. Cora drew in a deep breath as he pulled her flush against his frame. She giggled as he brushed his mouth against her ear. His breath was hot against her skin as he placed a chaste kiss just below her earlobe before he spun her around. He hummed along, hitting each note just right to flood the memory into her mind of their first dance in the hall. This time, however, he held her with reckless hands and sly intent that she could only hope that he would play upon.

Cora laughed quietly as he tugged her around the furniture, his mouth grazing the plump of her cheek. She pressed her fingers into his jaw to turn his face to her. A soft crinkle pinched at the corner of his eye as if he dared her to her next step. He stopped humming the song the moment she pulled his lip in between her own in a warm kiss. He slid her hand up onto his shoulder before cupping her cheek to deepen their kiss, to wrap himself all the closer to her. He glanced down the little hall, his expression full of mischief as he resumed his hold on her.

He danced her into the tiny kitchen, stopping her with a slow gentle kiss. Somehow, her back met the edge of the cabinets. Their kiss deepened. Cora felt him lean into her, both hands wrapped tight across her hips. His mouth moved away from hers, leaving a trail of small, wet kisses down her jaw to the delicate skin of her neck and ear. She struggled for breath as his teeth grazed the ear lobe before sucking it in. Her body jittered at the sensations he planted within. He blew out a warm breath that prickled just beneath her flesh. Her mouth dropped open as he repeated the kiss against her neck and the connection of her shoulder.

“Jacob,” she whispered, voice ragged with desire. “I want you to touch me.”

“Where do you want me to touch?”

“I…” She gasped as he scraped his teeth against the crook of her neck. “I don’t…”

He blew out another soft breath across the fresh kissed flesh. “I want you to touch where your body wants,” he whispered, his lips dragging against the exposed skin of her throat.

His fingers ducked under the waist of her skirt, pulling up her blouse and starting in on the buttons until it drifted to the floor. His eyes followed the path of the material until landing on her chest. Gently, he threaded his fingers through hers, bringing their hands up together to smooth across the cotton slip that covered her soft center to the small swell of her breast. He pressed her palm beneath his own, rubbing across the perked nipple.

“Here?” he whispered, bringing his face up close to her own once more.

He maneuvered her fingers around until she was pinching at the areola. He bent once more, kissing at the exposed skin across her collar bones. The touch made her antsy, but only added fuel to the fire that she needed to extinguish. She bit into her lip with a slow shake of her head.

“I’m not sure,” she sighed.

He hummed as he tugged the fabric away to free the other tit. As he roughened the hold on the one, he sucked in the other. A hard hiss escaped her. It was like her skin was anxious and looking for escape as he dragged his tongue and teeth across the ultra sensitive skin. She tried to focus. Cora tried to discern if this was what her body was telling her.

“Not there,” she whined softly, much to both of their surprise.

“Put your hand where you need, baby,” he said, licking across her bottom lip before landing a deep kiss that focused the fire in her core.

The sound of the zipper on her skirt being lowered made her insides skitter. He captured one of her hands as he slid her skirt down over her hips, ending in a pool over her blouse. Her heart raced as he inched the cotton slip up, over her knickers, to come to a rest around her shoulders. Their mouths crashed together as he threaded their hands together once more and pressed into her lower abdomen. The feel of the fabric of his vest and shirt against her skin made her feel like she was kindling for whatever was to come next.

He hooked his thumb into her knickers and tugged them down until they caught on her garters. Her thighs trembled with need as he pushed their hands down over her pubic bone until her hand was cupping herself. He pushed her middle finger in between her folds.

“Touch your body, Cora,” he whispered against her mouth, his eyes opening enough to make contact.

She sighed deeply as his mouth made its way back down her throat, across her collar bones and finally lapping once more at her breasts. He brought up their hands together to once again rub through the soft curls of pubic hair, against the outer lips before pressing into her folds. He moved her fingers to collect the dampness they found, guiding her to rub the nub that sent jolts of pleasure through her each time it was brushed.

“Touch,” he cooed as he mesmerized her. “Rub. Caress. Press. Tug. Swirl… Your body already knows what it wants. Teach that brain what you need it to do.”

The timber of his voice excited her all the more as he glanced down at what she was doing. The softness of his features as he rose above her bade her to look down as well. The heat between them scorched her mind as he pressed his forehead to hers. Her bottom lip began to tremble. Urgency yanked at her insides as he began to kiss her deeply once more. Sounds she had never made before, never thought she would ever make, began to leak from her lips. It was like fire kissing at her skin as he brought his hand up to her cheek. He sucked at her lip as the need to buck her hips made him hum and stop once more to look.

“Press harder, baby,” he whispered, putting his gaze directly on her.

A gurgled sigh escaped her. Her brain froze in a fit of joy and her hand immediately stopped. He whispered something but she didn’t understand. His fingers were back to guide her along, setting everything inside into a frenzy she had never had experienced before. He placed tender kisses along her jaw as her mouth dropped open but no sound came out.

“That’s it, Cora,” he praised against her throat. “That’s what your body is seeking. Claim it.”

Her breaths came in waves as he slowed their hands against her. A nervous laugh bubbled out of her as her scrambled thoughts returned to a more organized manner. He bent against her, lifting her knickers back up to cover her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he crouched to retrieve her skirt, tossing her blouse over his arm.

With care, he slid the slip back down across her trembling frame before sliding the skirt back into place. She watched as he threaded her blouse back on, buttoning each button as he looked into her face with a soft smile. He placed chaste kisses to her mouth and eyes as he tucked her blouse back into the waistband of the skirt, completing his task.

A soft fog blurred her thoughts as he kissed her once more. A tiredness she had never felt before crept into her muscles and core. He seemed to sense it as he wrapped his arm around her once more, taking her hand, and finally pressing his cheek to hers to dance her back out to the sitting room.

Jacob sat down in the chair, pulling her down to sit on his lap. He turned her body to sling her legs over the arm so that she fell, cradled against him.

“What are you reading?” he asked, reaching for her book.

“I don’t think I-”

“Great Expectations, huh?” His voice was like velvet, heavy and warm and smooth. “One of my favorites.”

He opened to her mark and started to read. Cora fed on the vibration of his chest and pound of his heart. He slowly dragged his fingers across her knees, back and forth in a soothing rhythm. She was trying to rectify the satisfaction she felt within with the sin and brimstone of sermons she had heard over the years. How something so pure could be considered wrong confused her. Why something so full of care would be something to be ashamed of bothered her.

“Hey, Finch,” he whispered.

She roused, sure she had fallen into a deep sleep. Sitting up, she found her footing as he smoothed her blouse.

“I better go,” he said quietly, setting her book to the side.

She smiled as he brushed hair from her face. She realized as he touched her, she felt cared for, respected of course, but truly cared for by the man before her. She could only hope that she could convey the same sentiment. She certainly cared for every bit that made him Jacob.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” she asked, walking him to the door.

He nodded. Jacob threaded their fingers together and tugged her close. “Thank you for sharing tonight with me. It was the most beautiful gift.”

He kissed her cheek before leaving. Cora felt lighthearted as she locked the door behind him. She dressed for bed before peeking in on Susannah. She was surprised to find her awake. Entering the room, she settled down on the edge of the bed. It was obvious that her friend had been crying. Cora slipped her hand into Susannah’s in a touch she hoped would be reassuring.

“I thought you would still be sleeping,” Cora said quietly.

“Was that the first time Jacob has touched you?” she asked.

“Excuse me?” she asked, her voice squeaking in her surprise.

“It’s all well, Cora. I did not mean to hear, but there is really no privacy in this house.”

“Oh.” She blushed hard, thankful for the dimness of the room. “Yes. My first time ever.”

“Samuel was the first to touch me out of love,” she whispered. “But I think I was twelve when a man first touched me. It was nothing like what it can be with love.”

Cora squeezed her hand. “You were just a baby.”

“I was alone. Seems like I’ve been alone forever.”

Cora heard it in Susannah’s voice - the heartache that Jake talked about. “You’re not alone now.”

“Sometimes I feel more alone now than back then,” she said. “My mama got sick and Daddy put us in the orphanage to care for her. At least, then, I didn’t realize how alone I was. Now… I just can’t see forward at times. This was not how it was to be.”

Cora could feel the pain seep out of Susannah’s breath, giving it life in a way that broke upon her heart. “Perhaps we need to accept that our family may not be of our same blood, but they are family nonetheless. Know that I consider you my family, Susannah.”

Susannah smiled in the dark, but there was hesitance. “I wish I had not lost my innocence, Cora. To be able to see the world as you do would bring me such joy.”

She was unsure if the words were meant to reflect her own naivety, but Cora would not be swayed. “Sister, I know your hurt is deep. It’s not innocence that I see the world through. It’s hope. A drive to be living and not get caught up in the pettiness of what is, but see what could be and work hard to make it so.”

Susannah felt Cora’s hand drift across her arm in search of her hand, enclosing her fingers in a tight, reassuring hold. “And you see me as family?”

“Always.”

Chapter Nine: Pt. 4, Susannah POV

Shame. She felt it within her bones and skin, prickling and swirling like a blackened smoke that refused to retreat no matter who was in the room with her. Susannah could feel her strength returning to her, but the shame anchored her to remain within the shell she presently resided in - unworthy of those who wanted to hold her dear. Her mind bent to the jar of money that hid under her bed. There was enough to run away. Not far. Probably Minneapolis at best, but it would be far enough away that she could start again. No one would miss her after all. And if they did, so be it. She would not need to know if Samuel reacted to her absence, for she was sure there would be only minimal inconvenience.

The night was still as she pushed herself up on her pillow. Once Cora was asleep, she could easily slip out the door and be on her way. She heard the tap on the door and Jacob’s voice filled the void, distant but present. She could hear him humming a tune to his girl. Susannah could almost picture him dancing her around so that they could be close together. Their hushed voices grew more muffled and she knew they had moved into the kitchen. Standing, she slid the wardrobe door open and reached for the small satchel inside. She would only take what she would need - one of the nicer dresses that Molly had created for her, a few outfits, some of the personals that Sam had gifted to her. To travel light would mean speed.

She eased down onto the floor next to the bed, reaching for the jar she knew was there if she just… The first sound hit her ear. It was soft. Almost imperceivable. Her cheek landed on her arm. She knew that sound. Very well. A soft breath escaped her as her heart tightened. She missed her Sam. Missed his nearness. Missed his touch and passion.

Her fingers finally touched the smooth glass of the jar and she fumbled for it to drag it close. Her eyes danced across the stuffed bills inside totally close to a hundred dollars. Indeed, it would be enough to get away. It would be enough for a fresh start. She had done this many times before. Stayed in a place long enough to move on to the next stop. The soft whine that came from Cora made her pause once more. What she did not have to contend with in her last towns was love.

Chewing at her lip as the whine was repeated, she felt like her entire chest was going to cave in. It had been weeks since Sam had touched her, been able to lay with her. And yet, he whispered love to her each and every time he was with her. Perhaps what he felt was real. Perhaps his heart was true to her. The bass of Jacob’s voice scratched her brain. Something those boys seemed to have in common - they sure liked to talk to their lovers.

Susannah was folding the bills together to hide in her knickers in the satchel when she heard movement once again. Her mind paused, listening. Had Jacob pleasured her and not taken anything for himself? Her brows pinched. She heard him humming the same tune as before as they moved back to the sitting room. Susannah heard the sleepy voice of Cora followed by the cadence of Jacob reading to her. The words were familiar. She knew the story. Samuel had read it to her. Great Expectations. She had liked it so much that he reread it to her word for word after finishing it the first time. He took the time to show her what the words looked like that she thought were important. He wanted to teach her to read for herself, but she shied away, afraid he would grow disinterested in her if she revealed herself as stupid.

Looking down at the packed bag, she felt the silent tears on her face. She should run. She should run and not look back. He could never love her enough to be an acceptable partner such as Cora would be for Jacob. Sam would never be allowed to walk with her on his arm, feeling proud over his companion, such as the way that his brother could with her lovely friend. And yet…

She loved him. There was no simpler truth. She did not know how to leave him behind. Tucking her chin to her chest, she stifled a sob, burying it in her hands so as not to disturb the beautiful moment that Jacob was weaving for Cora in that sitting room. Perhaps if she stayed, her hidden time with her love would be enough until they could run away together.

The click of the lock in the front door surprised her. Susannah heard Cora moving back into the kitchen, followed by the washroom. Next, she knew the woman would check in on her. Setting the satchel in the wardrobe, she rushed and slid into the bed. She wiped at her eyes in an attempt to hide herself but decided that it would be a losing cause.

Within minutes, Cora’s silhouette appeared in the doorframe. Susannah had not planned to speak, but then when her friend sat with her. Called her family. Cora - for as pure and innocent as she was, considered her family. Susannah bit back calling herself a whore in her own mind. Calling herself many dark things all the while the untarnished woman that held her hand assured her that she was not alone.

She almost asked Cora to stay with her a while longer. Susannah knew that it would be selfish. Her friend had to work in the morning. She had asked so much from all of them already. She listened as the house grew still. Her eyes strained in the dark up to the ceiling. She did not believe in God. Why would someone like her do such a thing? God had abandoned her and her family and left her to the rot and filth of the world without so much as a glance or shred of mercy. But…

Family. Was that why she was running? Because for the first time, Susannah was faced with people she could choose to be her family, and that those same people wanted her, too? Wanted to call her family? Her breath came out in one long wave. The bag in the wardrobe could remain packed and at the ready.

Chapter Nine: Pt. 5, Molly POV

Her skin felt old and tired. With her feet up on the dressing table, Molly dared to close her eyes, albeit for only a few moments. Her time with Susannah was quiet and should have been restful. Fear touched her in a way she did not think she would ever feel. Looking at her friend, she felt bad for not wanting her time in bed to be done. At least while she was convalescing, there was no chance for Susannah to self harm.

“Will you do my hair today, sweetheart?” she asked, sitting up in the bed with her hairbrush in her hand. “I must look like I’ve been dragged backwards through the mud.”

“Sure,” Molly said. “You must be feeling pretty good, yeah?”

She nodded with a grin. It was honest and warm. Molly moved behind her on the bed, guiding her forwards to have room. She slowly brushed through the thick, black hair. Susannah was chirping right along about nothing important, but the tone of her voice was healthy and even held a note of happiness that made Molly want to weep. Without a thought, she wrapped her arms around her friend’s thin shoulders and held tight.

“Whoa there, mama, what’s this all about?” Susannah giggled.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again. You hear me? You scared the shit out of me.” Molly felt her hands come up to hers and hold tight. “I mean it, Susannah.”

“I hear you, Mols. Love you, too.”

Molly released the breath that she had been holding for weeks. She kissed her friend’s shoulder before getting back to work on her hair.

“Wanna hear some hot gossip?” Susannah said with a brightness in her voice.

“Gossip? Girl, you’ve not left your house in…” Molly’s eyes widened. “No. Not little Miss Cora?”

Susannah nodded quickly and proceeded to tell all about the night prior and Jacob’s visit. Molly was fanning herself dramatically, eliciting a laugh. They cackled like hens and blushed like little girls as they teased and loved on about their newest friend.

“I guess you were right,” Susannah sighed, after Molly finished with her hair. “I guess there was no meddling needed. They are just lovely together, aren’t they?”

Molly howled. “Oh my goodness, the babies are going to be beautiful!”

Hi, again. I do hope that you enjoyed today’s chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments or reblog to share with others. I will be posting a second chapter this week - either Friday afternoon or Saturday morning. It just depends on when I can get Ch. 10 through one more edit.

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Eywa’s Vision

Chapter 1: Arrival

Summary : “Born with the ability to receive visions of the future, Kani must choose to abandon what she knows to aid in Navi that she's never met.“

MDNI

Authors note: Hello! Just wanted to start off by saying that this the first thing I have ever wrote before lol. I have fallen in love with the Avatar Movies, and after binge reading I realized I wanted to attempt to do it.

Story starts off with the original characters in Home Tree, the sky people haven't returned yet, and all the characters are aged up by 5 years! I will be going more by Navi standards as best as possible. There will be mature contents, but each chapter will be labeled appropriately as possible. There will be a mix of languages, and I will try my best to be as distinctive as possible lol.

*This will most likely be more slow burn than not, I don’t want to rush the story line as much I really want to lol. Eventual smut*** If you see this on Wattpad I have also posted it there under the same tag.

WK: about 3k ish?

CW: cursing, Neteyam being in love struck awe lol, nothing really in this chapter

Chapter 1: Arrival Chapter 2: Story Time

Masterlist

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The jungle hummed with life. Through the tall treetops, light seeps through, basking the ground with a peak from the light above. Even with the peaceful feeling, it traps you into a sense of safety.

Crouching down, he looks through the foliage, eyes tracking it's movement. Taking slow breathes, he maneuvers into position, knee bent while kneeling on the ground. Bow grasped tightly in hand, sure movements notches the arrow. With one last inhale, he draws the bow, clenching his core, and with one final glance, he releases.

As the arrow soars, it meets it's final destination, straight into the eyes of the unknowing Yerik.

"Bullseye!"

With a roll of his eyes, he can't help but smirk at the praise of his companion.

"You know bro, one day you too might have a chance of being as good as me."

Spiders smile falls, only to proceed to roll his eyes, and flip off his friends back as he goes to pray over his kill.

"We both know I would kick your ass if I was Navi. Besides, why go hunting if the hunting party already left?"

Lo'ak proceeds to bind his kill, securing the feet together for easier carrying on the way back.

"Because if I show up empty handed, my parents might actually disown me."

"What did you do this time?"

Biting his lip, Lo'ak spares Spider a glance over his shoulder.

"I may or may not have forgotten to watch Tuk, leading her to paint a family portrait on the tent.."

With a baffled look, Spider could only gawk at his friend, watching as he puts the final ties to together.

"And hopefully with my peace offering, my dad might actually rethink the 'life sentence' and take me off cleaning duty."

"Fat chance, but I hope it actually goes well! Kiri's been holed up in the Tsahik tent, last thing I need is my other friend being punished to death." Spider slides down from his watching post, kicking at the grass.

"Other friend, since when did she replace my spot as the best friend?" Lo'ak looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, hand to his chest with mock hurt over his face.

"Oh shut up, let's go home." Spider rolls his eyes, glancing down at the floor, trying his best to get the heat from his face. Lo'ak can only laugh at his friends' inability to admit the truth of his feelings, even though he knows that nothing can come about it. With the raise of his hand cupping the side of his mouth, he makes the sound to call out to his Ikran.

"You know bro, maybe you should go for one of the older scientist." Lo'ak replied with barely hid mirth.

"You're fucking disgusting."

With a final laugh, Lo'ak drags his kill to his Ikran, anchoring it around onto it, giving a few tugs to test it's security.

"Come on bro, we gotta head back before dinner, I don't want to wake up dead before tomorrow."

"You do realize you can't wake up dead right?" Spider clamors on, smacking Lo'aks attempt to assist.

"You act like you've never met my mother." Swinging his body over, Lo'ak climbs on behind Spider, and after making tsaheylu, the Ikran takes off with a final screech.

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Growing up, Lo'ak always dreamed of the day of owning his own Ikran. Flying through the sky with no care of living up to expectations and having the ability to pretend to be who he wants. After his first failed attempt, which he tries his best not to think on, flying came so naturally that it allowed his mind to blank.

Flying back to Home Tree, first glances at the kill he was hauling for his family, and then to Spider to make sure he was secure, though he would never admit due to knowing how Spider would get if he felt like he couldn't keep up with the 18 year old Navi male.

With the wind hitting his face, he looks far ahead to watch for Home Tree to come into the horizon line, making the appropriate turns needed to avoid floating mountains around. Closing his eyes for a second while leaning his head back, he mentally prepares for this peace to end when he comes back home. With opening eyes, his breath catches in his throat at the sight before him.

8 Ikrans, all in a variety of colors, flies just left above them, flying in a distinct, formation. With an open mouth, Lo'ak gawks at the sight in front of him, having to make a conscious effort to close his mouth, least he wants something fly into it. With a titled head, he he squints at the sight, attempting to make sense of what he was seeing.

After carefully peering at the Ikrans, he realizes that it isn't the Ikrans that is causing his sudden heart spike and confusion, it is the way the riding Navi the Ikrans are dressed. Wraps of colorful fabric cover them, unlike the clothes adorned from his clan.

Without taking his eyes off the unfamiliar flock in his sights, he reaches for the throat comm, pressing two fingers to the button on the side.

"Devil dog, I have my sights on some Ikran riders."

"Send your traffic."

"It looks like Navi, but they aren't dressed like anything I've seen before. And they seem to be heading to Home Tree."

"Copy, do not engage. Get home as soon a possible, no interacting."

"Copy that Sir."

"I mean it boy, no fucking around."

With a roll of his eyes, Lo'ak urges his Ikran to fly faster, as the group above seem to have moved expertly through floating rocks, moving as one unit, leaving Lo'ak and his carriage behind. Having set his mind to the task, Lo'ak locks eyes on his unknown enemy, causing Spider to sputter out curses, in the attempt to hold on.

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Home Tree has always seemed to have a certain buzz to it, with all it's inhabitants busy with village life, doing what it expected to help aid the clan having a sustainable life. Excusing himself from the hunter's party, leaving his subordinates with the task of cleaning and appropriately readying the day's kill for the cooks, Neteyam seeks out his father to report the day's happenings when a sudden comotion causes the clan to become on uproar.

Attempting to make sense of what was going on, Neteyam frantically looks around, trying his hardest to find the source that started the sudden defenses.

"Outsiders!"

"They're at the check points!"

Wide eyed and erect ears, Neteyam tries in the gentlest of ways to make his way through the crowd. Knowing it was of no use to radio his father, at least with the yells from around, all he could do was make his way to the front of the crowd, knowing where the choas orginated, his father was already there to contain it.

Swinging his bow over his shoulder, he makes way through the crowd, being internally grateful that being the Olo'eyktan's first son made the clan members aware of just who was bypassing them, almost opening a way for him to make his way through the ground level of Home Tree. After passing by higher level Navi in the clan, the sea of bodies opens up to a sight that instantly puts him on guard.

8 Ikrans. 8 Ikrans that land side by side in the clearing. The animals are restless, screaming and screeching in their language, shifting around on the ground, irritated by the warriors that surround them, sharp spears and bows drawn. Warriors cry, with mother's clutching onto children that seem to be overly curious at the sight in front of them.

Keeping his eyes on the sight in front of him, with him slowly circling his way to the front, Neteyam was so focused on the unknown sight that he almost missed the sight of his baby brother hastily landing his Ikran a ways away, only to fall face first into the ground due to his uncoordinated pace of trying to get off the beast. With a minute shake of his head, he refocused on the intruders, catching the sight of his fathers back making way, with his mother only a few paces behind. Following in line with his parents, he swiftly takes his bow off, hand reaching for the arrow on his person, absently mindlessly notching the arrow, muscles tense.

With a raised hand, the clan leader calms the uproar cries of the clan, all falling silent, only for whispers to muttered, in respect of the chief's orders. With a glance to the crowd forming around, the leader makes way around the warriors, stopping in the middle of the odd dressed intruders still perched on their rides. With each step closer, the whispers die down, anticipation rising in the air, almost suffocating.

"State your business!"

With the roar only a seasoned leader possessed, it seamed as if it had gotten impossible quieter, with clan moving restless against one another, intently watching for the intruders next move.

With slow, but sure movement, the rider situated towards the middle made movement to descent off the Ikran. Moving with grace that isn't known in such a tense situation, the small form touches down. Clothed with colorful wraps around head, face, and body, with only the ability the see into the intruders eyes through the riders mask, the unknown figure makes way to the leader, in calm, sure footed steps, raising a hand to take off the riders mask.

With unblocked eyes, Jake Sully allows himself to survey the figure in front of him. Keeping mind of his mates hand on his shoulder, he notices a distinct feature on the figure, that while it may put his clan in an defensive state of mind, only cause curiosity to bloom in his chest. Instead of the normal Navi feature of only having 3 fingers, the Navi in front possess the same amount that him and two of his children have. With gears turning in his head, he comes back to present day with said figure gestures their fingertips from their forehead down, signing 'I see you'.

Straightening their back, the figure locks eyes on the clan lead, and with a voice clear in the Navi Language, "I see you, Jake Sully. I apologize for the intrusion, but there are matters that I must speak with you on."

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With a mind and body that seems on autopilot, almost as if he is having an out of body experience, Neteyam brings up the back of the group of foreigners, watching as the strange Navi follow almost single file after his dad, with a couple of them clustered together, limbs clenched together as much as the cloth around the bodies allow. Doing his best to keep a close eye, he ignores the stares and whispers of the passing clan members. Due to his height, which almost passes his father at this point, Neteyam adjust his eyes to look further, able to spot his father leading the group to the large meeting tent, mostly used to gather warriors and to hold meetings. He spots his mother walking tensely by his father, muscles tight and an aura that would let anyone know of her mood.

Walking in almost a daydream like state, a hand clamped down on his shoulder, ripping him from his inner observations. Turning to look at the offender, Neteyam could only shake his head at the sight of his younger brother.

"Bro what the fuck is going on?!" Lo'ak tried as best as possible to keep his volume under control, he did, but when one of the foreigners ears swiveled their way, Neteyam was aware that their conversation was not a quiet as his brother believed, regardless with it being in English.

"You know as much as I do, and still you ask this question? Learn to watch before you speak and you will understand much sooner baby brother." Neteyam hissed back, only giving a spare glance at the human that tried his best to keep up with the longer legged Navi.

Slipping his hand off his brother's shoulder, Lo'ak resigned himself to walk behind Neteyam, knowing that while he may sound rude, he was right in the lack of knowledge.

Coming up on the Warrior's tent, the flap was opened, with his father gesturing the inside. A fire was lit in the middle, casting a more ominous glow. Looking around, Neteyam noticed a handful of his fathers warriors inside, weapons drawn tight in their hands, outline the edge of the tent, barely noticing the glare his father sent to his brother, with the promise of punishment if he acted out of turn. The flap was then closed, closing off the rest of the village, leaving his parents, Lo'ak, and warriors surrounding them, as the foreigners huddled together, kneeling down on the ground, with what it seemed to have their legs tucked under their body.

The one that had spoke with his father prior sat on the front, the rest nestled behind, all stilled wrapped in clothes, with a few holding tight as if the wrap was a form of protection, instead of privacy. With his father turning to look at the group, absentmindedly paying attention to his mother pacing with agitation behind, he takes a last glance and addresses the group.

"Who are you, and where are you from?" Jake spoke in Navi, voice unwavering despite the tension around. After a passing second from the group, the figure in front makes the move to first remove the wrap around their head, causing the cloth from her nose down to fall, revealing their face. Neteyam's eyes widen, not realizing that the cause of so much commotion in his clan, was actually the most stunning woman he has ever seen. Roaming his eyes, he took in every feature.

She had long dark hair, way longer than the women in his clan kept theirs, with half her hair up, secured by what seemed to be a tie with crystals on it. Looking through the hair that framed her face, he took in her facial features, noticing bright eyes rimmed with black, down to her nose, with a half crescent object hanging from her nose. Her ears were pierced in a similar fashion to his mothers, with feathers looped through and hanging through them. Her neck was adorned with a neck piece, though it was not in a similar fashion found in his clan. It was adorned with crystals, their reflections bouncing from the light caused by the flickering fire in front. His eyes caught the hair above her eyes, similar in the way he has seen on his dad, brother or sisters face. High cheekbones framed and shaped her face, leading to a relaxed facial expression, as if she was unaffected by today's turn of events.

While lost in his thoughts, he was seemingly broken out of his spell when she opened her mouth.

"While I understand the reason for warriors to be present, I do believe this conversation would be best handled with as much privacy as possible."

Everyone in the room froze.

Not for the words actually spoken, but for the language she replied in.

"How the fuck does she know English?"

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Well there’s part one! Hopefully you guys like it! I will try my best to attempt to keep everything organized, but Imma be honest, idk how to tf to put stuff together when it comes to links lol. Once again, there will be eventual smut, just gotta set the mood lmfao. Thank you so everyone that took the time to read! Also if you ever curious about the OC characters and how the family dynamics works, hopefully this guide helps lol.

***Kani***

Youngest Daughter

Kekunan Clan

***Heatey***

Oldest brother

Mate: Tal'i (22)

Kekunan Clan

***Naya'il***

Older sister

Mate: Tsuten (21)

Kekunan Clan

***Zernem***

Youngest brother

Kekunan Clan

***Mai***

Best friend

Kekunan Clan

***Zute***

Mai's younger brother

Kekunan Clan

_____Other Characters____

Neteyam- 19

Lo'ak-18

Kiri-18

Tuk-13

Hopefully that answers everything!

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gingergofastboatsmojito · 9 days

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Catharsis / FYI / Lesson Learned

Just know that when you see a non-Sydcarmy fic out there with a plot that includes codependency syndrome, a hotel chain poaching Carmy and taking him abroad, a happy ending, and Donna being a recovered alcoholic, which I have already mentioned time and time again on my blog that I think is gonna be her redemption arc (unless she dies), and that the main non Sydcarmy couple breaks up and gets back together when her codependency syndrome is under control, THAT PLOT IS ACTUALLY MINE (and a previous Sydcarmy plot about a trans person and a gay guy befriending Carmy in rehab, too, btw) bc I made the mistake of helping a writer with her fics. Ofc I have the receipts but I rather not use them, I’m not like that. I don’t expect credit bc after this writer used me, with my consent, she blocked me. It’s fine, I was clear from the get-go and I mention this all the time on my blog, that I only enjoy, write and read Sydcarmy content and she disagreed with that. I did make a small and occasional exception for her, though and I now regret it, and quite frankly that's the only thing I regret, even knowing the end result at this point. My bad.

Not that I owe ANYONE any explanation for my preferences as a writer, reader, fan, or viewer but I have my reasons for 💯 thinking that the best writing in this fandom can be found in Sydcarmy fics and that other pairs are usually extremely OC and are typically a bunch of dialogue lines thrown out there with no plot and a lot of smut (you guys know how much I dig smut, right?), which is not really my cup of tea but I fully support that it may be others'. I just happened to notice that it's not necessarily as complex as a concept to write about, bc in that case you don't have to worry about characterization or about what the creator/writer/director/EP really meant to say or tried to convey with their work, seeing as you completely disregard or bypass it and just keep the same names. I get it though: it’s easier and more practical to just write OC and pour down on the page all your sexual fantasies in the second person. I’m just not here for it and I am not sorry about it. And I’m unapologetic about this bc as I mentioned, to each their own, let's just be open about it.

This fandom is big enough not to have to cross paths and just be able to coexist peacefully, agreeing to disagree (if you are mature enough to handle that ofc). As long as the content is properly tagged and disclaimed, etc so we can all decide what to stay away from and what to dig in, making an informed decision, that is. Let's be clear: I don’t have to like ANYTHING, none of us have to be on the same page as to what fics we think are good or bad, which ones we love or which ones we fucking hate with a passion, but we all should act with integrity, here and offline. So that being said, I wasn’t treated that way and even though I feel used, I enabled it, so… karma, I guess. I was even stupid enough to send voice notes bc I was at work and then a few messages down the convo this person said: "I think I will have X do Y and Z...", which was exactly to the T what I had suggested AS PER HER INSISTENT REQUEST a few messages prior in my voice notes. So, I guess I had it coming...

While I have only been on Tumblr for like 5 minutes (2 months and 1/2), I have been quite active in other fandoms in the past, such as LTM and TXF, because I was born in the 80s, guys :) and nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I even had an account on FF.net where I did lots of collabs, and half the time I just donated my ideas bc I was too busy to actually write the fics myself and I was traveling all the time, so it was easier for me to let someone else write the stories, I have no issues sharing as long as everything is properly labeled. Everything was dreamy back then, I never had this kinda experiences before, and will take every precaution moving forward to never have them again, because it feels shitty and OC for me.

My points are:

1- Just FYI.

2- I don’t take this lightly #LessonLearned

3- Let’s agree to disagree in peace, please.

Thanks for reading.

XOXO

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sk8theinfinitysims4-leavan · 7 months

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SK8 ~ Beginnings - First steps into the main story - Part 1 (June 22nd until June 25th 2021)

Disclaimer: English is not our native language, so it's possible that we have writed and/or translated some things incorrectly. 🙇💦

After publishing images of Simstragram with some of characters as you saw in our previous publications, at that time we already started to make some history with what was happening autonomously with all of them.

Sakurayashiki-san leaves the restaurant in a very suspicious way, with his collaboration clothes, he does it to avoid paying. Inside the restaurant is Shindo-san the young member of the diet, and Kaoru's friend.

The Chinen family at dinner in the restaurant. Miya drinking a soft drink,although we don't understand what he's doing with clothes of the secret place.

Miya making new friends, although this cat is more surly than he is.

Rest time for Ainosuke and Kaoru. Who are they talking about? *let's look at the detail of the photo on Ainosuke's wall.*

Costume Party, Who is it? It's indeed Ainosuke, dressed as a hot dog.

Miya is trying to get Koyomi's attention, but she's too busy watching TV.

Ainosuke helping Reki with his homeworks.

Ainosuke and Tadashi at Kaoru and Kojiro's secret place…

It's time to say goodbye after spending two weeks together, Reki, Koyomi, Langa and Miya return to their homes.

The man with the bag on his head is Reki's father, and he is the one who will bring them all home.

He is the secretary for everything, as soon as he sets up a camera or serves you a cocktail as in this case.

Why is there this queue in the toilet? What's going on in the toilet. Kaoru, the one coming out of the toilet, what did he do? He set a trap and the one who fell was Ainosuke… 😭

The journey of the dirty dishes from home to the nightclub that will soon be… a themed love hotel. (Spoiler 😚) Ainosuke didn't know where to leave it and thought it was a good idea to leave it in one of the rooms.

Kojiro dancing to show that he can dance too, that it's not just Ainosuke's thing.

ラブホ��ルのアンティークで熱いひとときを... A hot moment at the old Love Hotel... If you want to know how hot it got, would you like us to publish it here on Tumblr with a mature label? Or some other way? Let us know in comments or in our asks if you're interested as anon too. Maybe we can do a side-blog of this side-blog with R18 content that redirects to publication from which it originates and vice versa. 👀

Cleaning day in the toilet by Ainosuke and Kaoru. What happened to them to do something like that? Fun fact: Kaoru looking from the mirror at Ainosuke.😳

And this is the end of the first part of beginnings of our SK8 story in Sims 4, later we will share the second part. Love Again 💗

SK8 MainStory:

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✧ ━━ sobriety, rindou haitani.

(mature content. wattpad. ao3. quotev.)

FOR A FAIR DEAL OF FUCKING BEHIND RAN'S BACK, y/n's pupils dilated everywhere inside the condominium where Rindou Haitani instructed her to come. The lights were off except for those from the bathroom, and with the sound of the water gushing through, she thought that the latter must've taken a bath first before everything else.

As she was seated on the bed, her fingers fidgeted on one another, and with the aid of the moon's lucid luster skimming through the window's dim blinds, it didn't take a minute until she saw Rindou came out fresh from the mist of his shower with only a towel veiling his bottom extremity, his tattoo peeked young on her eyes that she can't help but swallow the forming barricade inside her throat when she looked up staring from the beguiling ink covering half of his skin and his wisteria-hued eyes was already peering right through her.

"You're early? Quick enough for me to think that you're excited, aren't you?" Rindou ghosted a chuckle, hands busy drying up his lavender tresses whilst looking solemnly at her. His gazes were leering, somewhat raging in between but y/n didn't pay that any heed.

"You texted me, Rin. You said you're fucked up right now and you need someone for solace. That's why I'm here to console you or bring you outside if you want to. For comfort, I mean." Y/n smiled at him, it soon vanished when she looked at how Rindou just peered away from her. It was as if her gazes and words seared his eyes and ears that he immediately evaded looking at her, and somehow, it pained her.

"Can you say that to me if my brother is watching?" He asked, a glimpse of affliction embedded in his timber that it had y/n straightening up on her seat the moment he queried those. That feat of his was unusual and it felt like y/n's lips felt tightly pressed for her to even speak.

"You know he'll never forgive you, Rin. But I can't afford to lose you either. That's why we're hiding, right?" She blinked at him.

L/n y/n is Ran Haitani's bestest friend, the girl he can never ever pave way for 'just' any man to shoot their shot, the girl he cherishes more than his extravagant Saint Laurents and Mont Blancs, which is pretty unusual for someone who's label only lies at the lowest yet, unbeknownst to him that his own little brother had already shot inside her multiple times, no condoms on at that even though he's just her boyfriend for now.

"If my brother knows just what kind of relationship we have-."

"He woulda never know 'til you tell him or I tell him. Let's say we're lowkey, yeah? And what is it that you exactly need?" Y/n cut him off, unable to contain the bearings of having Ran beating up his younger brother just because he decided to make a move on her. She fell in love as well and nobody was to blame for that, all they need is to let things cool down before admitting - that can certainly wait.

The younger Haitani just chuckled as he looked back to her who's just sitting by the edge of his bed, his feet moved to near himself towards where she is and when he's just a ruler away from her, he knelt down, matching the height of his face with hers.

"Let's make love again," Rindou smiled, "Can we?"

"You smell like liquor. Did you drink?" Y/n asked him, her palm flew to stroke his tresses until she found his nape, "You've always been a bad boy, Rin. I told you to keep drinks prohibited here. But go, tell me what you want."

"For sobriety. I need you to sober me up, baby. Please." He whispered before gently pushing her body on the soft tresses of his bed, climbing on top of her, he found himself heaving for breath when it didn't take that long for her to bare herself below him until she's wearing nothing but the necklace he gave her when their first anniversary happened.

Licking his canine teeth, Rindou dove down between the plush of her thighs before wasting no time to stick his tongue out and ravish her clit all over his taste buds, twirling his tongue all around the sensuous bud whilst making her palms flail to pull his tresses and have her repeatedly calling out only for his name.

Chin doused in her cum, Rindou had her begging for his mercy but gave her none as he thrusted a finger inside her, adding it with another and another before pounding all of it in a perfect rhythm. He made sure to scrape his pads on that one spot that had her hips buckling up all whilst not stopping on overlapping his tongue all over her clit even when he already felt her cum two times in a row.

Eating her isn't the least bit enough to satiate his thirst but hearing her beg and beg for more and more even though her legs were already quivering from the sear, Rindou swore his concupiscence just heightened every single minute. And with one last thrust, y/n squirted all over the sheets, had Rindou amazed from the view whilst she immediately covered her face in embarrassment.

"T-tell me, what more do you want?" Y/n asked, eyes straight to the latter even though the embarrassment of squirting hasn't subsided yet. But then again, after seeing the glint of mischief inside Rindou's eyes as he was hovering himself above her, she can't help but let him do her more.

It seemed to her that he wants to do something unforeseen and since their second anniversary is nearing anyways, she'll grant it for the man who wholeheartedly gave her not only his whole world but everything in him.

"Play any music you'd like and I'll thrust in every beat." In the side of Rindou's lips itched a grin that made thrills crept and shrilled within the crest of her body.

And while biting the insides of her lip, she answered, "Play 'Come by WhoKilledXIX'."

Rindou nodded before standing up to set his player. He quickly searched for the song she said she wants and he felt like his breathing knocked off of his lungs when the introverse sounded like he'll broke her hips after a minute of following the beats yet, he still put the music on-repeat before setting up a bluetooth remote to control it's volume and speed. After those, a smirk carved in his lips as he looked back and showed off the remote.

There, Rindou spared no second to hover himself on top of her again, kiss her body all over, nip her skin, glorify her body until all the room's vertices heard is her wanton mewls accompanied with how he matched his thrust in the speedy beat of the music. Every pound he made illicited a one raunchy moan of his name from her lips, matching it with his hefty breaths and calls of how she's making him feel so good whilst he's fucking her from behind.

"Rindou...!" Y/n heaved for air, face pushed down on the comforters of Rindou's bed as she was placed on all fours with the latter pivoting his hips back and forth behind her, his palm slipped beside her waist so he can rub her clit all whilst he's thrusting - the feat earned another prolonged moan from her lips.

The sound of her cunt continuously swallowing Rindou's cock resonated around the room, adding more concupiscence inside her that she swore she saw heaven every time he buried himself inside her - balls deep, not giving her any momentum to breath and regain her sanity up to the extent that she felt like her ears had gone deaf from the beats.

"Fuck, baby. Cum for me." Rindou smirked to himself as he increased the speed of the music using the remote, following it with how his thrust fastened to match the speed of the brisk beat, eliciting another suppressed moan from the lady who felt her cunt was about to split into two as the way Rindou's cock pulled in and out of her was too heavenly for her to bear, adding it with his fingers frolicking on her clit.

Pulling her body up for a full nelson, her back resting on his chest, Rindou again didn't waste any time to follow and move in sync with the music's beat. He thrusted briskly inside her, their slick helped the two of them to glide smoothly against one another, the resonance of their skin slapping is all that y/n heard when the knot inside her stomach untied, and she came all over his cock.

"Fucking good girl but prepare yourself..." Rindou grunted, placing her again on all fours while grabbing her breast from the back, "We're not done yet."

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#rindou #rindousmut #rindouhaitanismut #rindouhaitani #rindouxreader #tokyorevengersmut #tokyorevenger #ao3 #ao3writer #tokyorevengerxreader #ranhaitani

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shayewrites · 2 years

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Case For Daichi

pairing: officer!daichi x detective!reader

content warnings: please read as this story is heavy with them. mentions of suicide, homicide, murder, death, grief, extreme guilt, and mature language. read at your own discretion.

series masterlist. previous part. next part. mdni.

THE INTERROGATION:

Oikawa Tooru was cool as a cucumber. From the moment you stepped in the holding room, he had already sized you up and decided his best course of action. He was a smooth talker by nature, so surely a cute little detective like yourself would easily fall prey to his witty charm, just like the string of broken hearts he had left behind when he left Aoba Johsai all those years ago.

“Well, well,” he smirked, “looks like I get to talk with the lil cutie instead of the boarish brute after all.”

You took a seat in front of him, carefully laying a manilla file on the table before him, “Well, I can’t say I disagree with you that my partner is definitely on the stubborn and brutish side from time to time, but he’s not the one you really need to be worrying about, now is he?”

You could hear Daichi’s huff in the earpiece at the comment, giving you a larger sense of satisfaction than you should have felt at the jab. You’d consider apologizing later, but right now, you needed to get the suspect to trust you enough to talk. What better way was there to connect with Oikawa than to similarly discredit your partner? It was quite ingenious, or at least you thought so. Besides, he seemed to buy into it, “I guess you’ve got a point there, detective.”

“Now, let’s start with the basics, shall we?” You placed a hand on the folder that was lying ominously between both of you, “Hinata Shoyo was found dead in his apartment this morning at 9:48 am. This case has been labeled a suicide case, and I fully intend for it to stay that way.” You paused, almost expecting Daichi to say something through the comms, but you were met only with silence. When he didn’t interject, you continued, “However, in order to tie up some loose ends, I would like to ask you a few questions.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “I’ve got nothing to hide, cutie.”

You smiled, glad you were able to hold his attention, at least for now. Still, you could almost visualize Daichi rolling his eyes at your overly sweet tone. Even you had to admit that it was a rather repulsive sound to your own ears, but if Oikawa was going to take the bait, what other choice did you have other than to keep it up for the sake of the case? “Good to hear. Now, let’s clarify your alibi.” You folded your hands atop the folder, “Where were you the night of Hinata Shoyo’s death?”

The setter brought a finger to his chin, as if he were suddenly struggling to recall the events of last night. You were really hoping he wasn’t going to play dumb. Even so, you had a contingency plan in place. Training under the lead detective back in your hometown of Yokohama had taught you to never walk into any room without at least one ace up your sleeve. Besides, the ones who tried the angle of forgetful bystander were always more fun to crack in the end. He wouldn’t be the first, nor the last, to pull that card. Still, you had to be patient.

After a moment, he replied, “I’m sorry, detective, but I can’t seem to remember. I bet that little folder of yours has an idea, now doesn’t it?”

Of course, you thought to yourself as you held in a frustrated sigh. Iwaizumi must have been thorough with him not to directly answer any of your questions. You thought about risking a glare to the glass where Daichi would likely be watching intently, but Daichi’s voice spoke through the comm before you could even start to move your head in his direction, “He’s baiting you.” The urge to glare back at him was even worse now. Did he really think you were naive enough not to recognize that? Out of all of his insults over the past 18 hours, his blow to your comptence hurt.

“It might, but forgive me if I’d rather hear it straight from the horse’s mouth instead of from a report,” you replied, leaning in just slightly. This whole interrogation was starting to make you feel sick, but you just knew you could catch him, hook, line, and sinker. All he had to do was answer your question, honestly, or not.

He hesitated to answer, narrowing his brown eyes slightly. Was he trying to recall a fabricated alibi that Iwaizumi had given him, or would he tell the truth? All you needed was an answer. One answer would open the door to all the questions you had yet to unleash.

“I was with Iwaizumi,” he stated, not mentioning his trip to visit Hinata at all.

You grinned openly. This had been the answer you had hoped for. Now, you could start your fun, tearing down each of those walls he had built to hide behind. You picked up the folder, opening it to where only you could see its contents, “So you didn’t go to visit Hinata Shoyo last night before leaving the country?”

He didn’t speak, silently mulling over his options before opening his mouth.

To his surprise, you didn’t wait for him to speak before delving into the interrogation, “You didn’t go to his apartment that night to help him commit suicide? You didn’t provide him with the bottle of pills we found discarded in his apartment or the photo he held clutched in his hand of you and him from his time in Brazil?” Oikawa’s eyes widened at the mention of the photo. Maybe it was a tall tale on your part, but his reaction was enough for you to know you were on the right track to breaking the setter down.

“What? No, he didn’t-” he interjected, but you were relentless in your barrage of questions, wearing him down with each one. He was becoming uncomfortable with each detail you revealed. Was it guilt? Remorse? Perhaps was there something else hiding beneath the watery, brown eyes that refused to look anywhere but at his hands.

Finally, you played your final card, the ace of the deck, “So you mean to tell me that you weren’t the one who left Hinata Shoyo behind to die?”

“No!” Oikawa yelled, weeping as he did so. His eyes met yours, finally revealing the anguish he had kept hidden beneath his rather sociable mask this entire time.

You stopped instantly. This was exactly where you wanted the suspect, vulnerable and ready to comply with the investigation. However, the satisfaction that usually came with breaking in suspects was missing. This man wasn’t the cold-blooded killer of Hinata Shoyo. He couldn’t be. The silent tears rolling down the male’s cheeks were too genuine, unlike the spectacle of water works you were expecting to come from the prideful setter you first encountered in the hall. You stood up from where you had been sitting and crossed the room, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder, “Oikawa Tooru, did you kill Hinata Shoyo?”

The setter’s face was in his hands, muffling his words as he stumbled to get them across, “No, I didn’t. I didn’t kill him. I swear. I-I didn’t mean for-” He hiccuped, looking up at you with tear-stained eyes, “I didn’t kill him, detective.”

You knelt beside him, moving your hand to rest on his knee reassuringly, “Then tell me what happened. Oikawa. Hinata is dead, and we have to find who killed him. You are the key to this case. If you work with me, we can bring Hinata and his little sister the justice they deserve.”

The mention of Hinata’s sister nearly sent him into hysterics again. You spared the one-way glass a glance, hoping Daichi might have any words of wisdom, but the line remained dead. Perhaps he had simply stopped watching, leaving the scene to process the information on his own. Even if he wasn’t watching, you knew he could hear you, and as you kneeled next to Oikawa, he could hear his broken pleas of innocence. The setter was a wreck, wiping his tears into his already-soaked jacket sleeve, “I-I didn’t kill him. Please, you-you have to bel-believe me.”

“I do,” you replied, softly coaxing him to move his hands so that you could understand him better, “I believe you, Tooru. Now, please tell me what happened.”

He gave you a look of unease, searching your eyes for sincerity. You gave him a soft smile, hoping it was enough to show him that your intentions were pure. When he found what he was looking for, he nodded once, “Okay.” He then took a deep breath, as if to compose himself before recounting the events of that fateful night, “It all started after I left Iwaizumi’s apartment yesterday afternoon.”

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a/n: sorry for the delay! it seems i’ve but off more than i can chew in terms of series 😅

case for daichi taglist: @ceo-of-daichi

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foggyparadisecandy · 1 year

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Tumblr Banning and Labelling

Last week, I made a somewhat snarky comment about how one of my stories - a pure text piece - was slapped with a giant warning by the Tumblr bots or moderators.

My position is that I don't need the warning - I agree that my stuff should be labelled with Mature Content warning and usually the Sexual Content sub-label.

I'm fine with that.

I 100% don't want people to inappropriately stumble across my trances or stories and be offended.

In fact, I wish there was a button that allowed all my posts to be flagged automatically that way so I don't need to remember to do it.

Because maybe I unintentionally and inadvertently posted my CAMPING STORY - admittedly horny and erotic and, yes, filthy, story - without the Mature Content tag. And I concede that I need to start using the Sexual Content tag and have started doing so.

But it put a chill in the air for me.

First, the fucking label (see image above) still persists when I look through my own blog. As if I disagree or something, and they are saying "we're watching you, buddy".

No, officer, no need. I was speeding and didn't mean to. Thanks for letting me know. I AGREE WITH THE LABELS.

Where's the button to "Accept this Label" so we can all move on?

Side note: I have no fucking idea what Mature Content is if it's not sexual. Like ... what are we talking about? Articles about dentures and retirement homes as "Mature Content"? Or is it just naughty words and not sexual scenes?

But then I saw another blog get taken down in the last week for violating standards of Tumblr. Now, I'm not going to name names here - I'm not a fan of the guy who was taken down and he has, at best, a mixed reputation in the hypnokink community - but the truth is ... his blog was not that offensive and most of his stuff was also labeled with the Mature Label.

I've read the new community policy multiple times. It basically says "label your shit and you will be ok".

Meanwhile, I see the filthiest porn WITHOUT ANY LABELS on my feed daily. Surely, I'm not alone in this?

Now I have no idea exactly why his blog was nuked - maybe it was adult material not being labeled properly? Maybe it was unauthorized use of copyright images? Who knows - apparently he was blanked with no warning. Again ... I don't know if that is truthful or not but it still is worrisome from a completely selfish standpoint.

Why am I writing content here if someday, on a whim, some bot or moderator will blank out my blog? I would hope that I could get a warning to fix the offending things - and I would do so happily as I am never intentionally looking to upset people. It's not my nature.

And tbh, it would bother me to lose Tumblr.

I keep a backup of every trance and article that I write because of historical purges but ... I really love connecting with all you here on Tumblr.

I chat regularly with a bunch of you and love our fun (and often horny) conversations! I feel connected with so many of you and it gives me a feeling of community.

Will I wake up some day and find that my blog is gone and I'm persona non-grata in the Tumblr-o-sphere?

My guess? Yes.

Hypnokink is already a thinly tolerated niche fetish and sexual stuff scares away the big advertisers and credit card companies.

Is Tumblr at fault for wanting to pay for their servers and people and other expenses? I don't think so. I certainly don't blame them for the labels and concern.

Again: I APPLAUD THE LABELS AND FEEL THE COMMUNITY SHOULD SELF-POLICE SO WE DON'T HAVE OUTSIDERS DOING IT.

But what's my personal path forward? I'm not sure but I think I need to investigate other homes for my materials.

I'll still post here to Tumblr ... until that day when you see ol' Foggy's blog has been nuked by the powers that be.

But I'm taking suggestions.

I know I'm not the only one who thinks about these things. Reddit? Literotica?

Would any of you bother to set up an account on another platform just to read my nonsense? I certainly wouldn't expect it nor ask it of you.

But I would love to stay connected with most of you if Tumblr nuked my blog. Maybe that's a dumb thing to hope for but it's authentic.

Bottomline:

I love you all and hope we can continue to connect here.

I worry about the future and finding my blog shut off with no warning or discussion or chance to fix the problems.

I am a planner so I would love ideas from folks who face the same concerns.

#hypnosis #hypnokink #mind control #brainwashing #trancing #hypnotized #safe play #trance #consensual

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rituhhh · 2 years

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besides the vast amount of reblogging i have done in the past few hours i also want to vomit my own unnecessary thoughts into this hellhole for a total of 2 people to read:

this is my mini case study of dreams face reveal and it’s consequences on society

1. first, i want to establish the mcyt fandom as something that was perhaps not at first mainstream, but currently is bordering on if not already mainstream. simply seeing the numbers on dreams face reveal stream proves this point. why do i want to establish this? because mainstream fandoms get more criticism than small fandoms. immediate examples are mha and stranger things, both of which are HUGE and have not only the stereotypical neurodivergent nerds within the fandom but also many marginally attached fans that are likely to be “normal” people (excuse my use of that word, you get what i’m saying here). because these are mainstream, people have a much better view inside the inner workings of how fandom operates, including our most “weird” behaviors. people then proceed to stretch those out of proportion, essentially saying all fans act a certain way or using it to prove the morality/maturity of a certain fandom. this is exactly what happened here with dream’s face reveal: it was blown hugely out of proportion and people mock the behavior of fans and insult dream’s looks. of course, there are more reasons why this got blown out of proportion, which i will get to in a moment.

2. the people affected by these insults to dreams looks aren’t just dream himself. people who look like dream are not going to be happy with themselves after the internet runs them through. of course, dream’s feelings are important as well. at the same time, by social contract as an influencer dream did kind of, in a convoluted way, consent to public criticism. that doesn’t mean that’s what OUGHT to be true, but in the current world that is what is true. anyone who posts anything online is automatically consenting to the consequences of their post, whether or not it’s a completely unbacked insult. this being said, a. i don’t think that we should be judging people’s character or how good their content is by their physical beauty and b. it’s just not a nice/morally correct thing to do. dreams content isn’t any less good or bad because of how he looks. further, the people using dreams “problematic” behavior as an excuse to be mean are not only perpetuating the idea that ugly people are bad, they also don’t understand the absolute bullshit that is the twitter label of “problematic.” i’m not saying that nobody is deserving of criticism, but just because someone says someone else did some marginally bad thing on the internet ten years ago does not make them an evil person. there are people who have done much worse things and people can change. of course, each individual draws that line of what is truly intolerable in a different spot, but i want to warn everyone that you should not believe everything you see on first sight and that you need to think with your common sense brain and not your chronically online brain when weighing what is a genuine moral sin. finally, regardless what you think of dream and whether he deserves it, think of the other people that will actually see your post and feel worse about themselves. is your post a generalization about ugly people or a group of people with a certain facial feature? if yes, then be careful.

3. it is important to note that dream did hype up this face reveal a lot. not only does the social contract thing i described earlier ring true, dream did explicitly advertise his face reveal as a big huge spectacle, and thus he must bear the consequences of that. i do note that it’s unfair to say that he wasn’t at least pressured into face revealing, but it is something that, after he decided to do it, made it a very big show.

4. if i have more thoughts i will let you know :)

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bakumu-archive · 3 years

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to capture a star

rich!Daichi x fem!reader

wc: 13k

summary: when daichi asks you to go with him to his family’s cabin during spring break, the last thing you expect is to be greeted by a giant mansion. Will the money and social life scare you away or will you be able to find love with daichi, despite being thrown into a world of fast cars and expensive clothing?

cw: rich people, SMUT (daddy, praise, biting, feral daichi, unprotected sex, creampie), pining, racing, one punch, blood (from the punch), alcohol, insecurity, mild jealousy, possessive daichi, side kiyoko x tanaka, probably ooc

a/n: this is for the rich boy collab hosted by @bakugohoex! be sure to check out all the other submissions! you can find the link to the masterlist here

terushima is an asshole in this and i'm sorry, i love him but i needed a captain to be sleazy and he volunteered. he told me he couldn't resist hitting on a cutie like you, and who am i to stop him.

check out the mood boards i made here and shout out to my beautiful beta reader @winniethepoohloathesyou for working so hard on this with me!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

When Daichi sat down next to you in your econ class last week and asked you to come to his family cabin during spring break, this is not what you imagined.

You thought that you would be able to spend some time alone with him, enjoying nature together in a small house nestled in the forest, spending enough time together to finally put a label on whatever the spark was between the two of you.

But no.

You blink rapidly and take a good look at your new surroundings, trying to make sense of what your eyes see. Before you stands the largest house you have ever seen. But just calling it a house would be an extreme understatement.

This place is a mansion. Three stories of white brick detailed with elaborate stone embellishments. The gray mansard roof’s steep slope meets at the top with a fenced stone parapet. An elaborate garden extends between you and the house and you swear you can see an Olympic-sized swimming pool nestled into the courtyard. And this isn't even the front of the house. You blink in disbelief when you spot a giant race track off to your left and what looks like a massive, ten-car garage. The scent of sea air assaults your senses and when your gaze flickers to your right, you can see the ocean and the mansion's very own harbor.

And none of that even includes how you got here: on a private jet, landing on a personal runway where you currently stand.

The beat-up duffle bag you use for your family’s camping trips that hangs from your shoulder suddenly feels very wrong in a way you can't explain.

You turn to face Daichi as he joins you on the tarmac. “Daichi, this is your family cabin?” you ask wide-eyed, your voice sounding so high-pitched that you barely recognize it.

He rubs the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits. “Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing. I used to spend all of my summers here with my siblings but now the house barely gets used,” he says sheepishly.

Before you can ask any more questions, the loud rumbling of car engines interrupts your conversation and you see two sports cars taking two corners on the track before barreling down the straight of the runway towards you at top speed.

“Ah, those two are here already, I see,” Daichi grins. He takes your duffle bag from you, throwing the strap over his shoulder and pulling you closer to him while wrapping his arm around your waist.

The cars roar to a stop right behind the jet, creating the perfect image, an Instagram influencer’s wet dream.

Daichi leans over to whisper in your ear as they both get out of the cars, “The one in the red Ferrari LaFerrari is Kuroo Tetsuro and the one in the white Lamborghini Aventador is Bokuto Kotaro.”

The two are pointing fingers at each other as they get out of their cars bickering and you can see the wealth dripping off them. The man with the spiky black hair, that Daichi told you was Kuroo, is pointing back in the direction they came from as he closes his car door, while Bokuto, with his spiky gray hair, pouts, throwing his hands up in mock innocence. Both of them grab a bag from the trunks of their cars, still arguing with each other before Kuroo places his arm around Bokuto in a show of faux peace before they start walking towards you and Daichi.

“They're both idiots,” he pauses to watch Bokuto swat at Kuroo’s arm, “but they are actually really good guys.”

The two of them are still heated, poking at each other's chests as they reach you and Daichi, only stopping when he coughs to grab their attention.

“Are you two done yet?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Daichi, I was faster, wasn't I?” whined Bokuto, giving Daichi and you a small pout as Kuroo pats his shoulder, leaning slightly closer to you.

“This must be Y/N. She’s cuter than you said Dai,” Kuroo says with a laugh.

You miss the way that Daichi’s cheeks start to turn pink because you were so taken aback at his statement. Daichi told his friends about you? His apparently super rich friends?

Daichi’s grip around your waist tightens slightly before he responds, “Guys this is Y/N L/N. Please, don't annoy her too much.”

Both of their heads perk up at that.

“Oh yeah Daichi, we will be perfect saints,” Kuroo smirks.

Bokuto matches Kuroo’s playfully devious look, suddenly over his apparent loss on the track. “Oh yeah, nothing but angels.”

Before Daichi has time to wipe the smiles off their faces, you hear the sound of helicopter blades whirring above.

You look around until you see it fly directly overhead. The sound fills the air as the helicopter starts its descent onto the helipad next to the parked jet.

The helicopter blades whip up the grass and plants all around, and you have to place your hand on your head to prevent your own hair from being messed up by the whirlwind.

You look over to Bokuto and Kuroo to see them fiercely trying to protect their hair spikes from the wind and failing. Daichi follows your gaze and when he sees them, he lets out a laugh in full force.

The helicopter makes a soft landing and the blades slow down when the engine turns off and two people step out.

The most beautiful girl you have ever seen in your life hops out from the operator's seat, throwing her gorgeous black hair over her shoulder as she walks over to the man holding his hand out for her, hoisting their designer bags over his shoulder.

“Kiyoko, Tanaka, I'm so glad that you guys could make it,” Daichi smiles at the couple as they approach.

Daichi lets go of your waist so he can give the two of them a proper hug, before introducing you.

“This is Y/N.”

Kiyoko walks up to you and grabs your hands in hers and smiles at you, “Finally another girl. It's about time.”

Tanaka laughs, “What, babe? Are you getting tired of us?”

She lets go of your hands so she can give Tanaka a playful slap to the chest, “You know that's not what I meant, Ryu. It'll be nice to have someone to get ready for the gala with!”

You feel Daichi slightly flinch next to you at the mention of a gala.

Your brows furrow as you ask, “A what now? Daichi never mentioned anything about a gala.”

You turn to him, questioningly, and he moves his hand to the back of his neck for the second time in ten minutes.

“It's nothing really, just this huge party my family has hosted for years. We really wouldn't even have to go if you don't want to…” the last few words trail off before he is interrupted by Kiyoko.

“What are you saying Daichi, you have to go! It's your family's gala.” Her brows are furrowed and she is looking at him suspiciously.

Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh, “Well that's a discussion for the future. Let’s go settle into our rooms.”

Daichi puts his arm around your shoulders as he leads the group up to the back porch, walking through the garden and around the giant swimming pool and fire pit area.

“I assume you four are taking your normal rooms?” Daichi asks the group.

They all nod before splitting in different directions, obviously understanding the intricate layout of the house after what you assume is years of friendship.

Daichi leads you through the first floor, pointing out various rooms and points of interest as you take in the vastness of your new surroundings. Most of the rooms have white or cream-colored walls with very intricate crown molding. Some have very distinct and uncomfortable furniture that looks like it has never been used, while others look like they are ready for a full day of lounging. He even takes you past the bowling alley and the in-home movie theater.

Eventually, he leads you to a huge staircase that circles around the main entryway to the house. The whole room looks like it's made out of marble and you take a twirling step to bask in the grandness of the space.

Daichi calls out to you, pulling you back into reality. He has one foot on the first step and his hand is outstretched for you to take.

“You coming?” he smiles at you, wiggling his fingers, waiting for you to take his hand.

When you do, you hold on to it like it's your lifeline, the only anchor you have in this unfamiliar territory. He leads you up two flights of stairs to the third floor and then down a large hallway filled with doors and golden crown molding.

He stops in front of a door before saying, “Well, this is you,” and moving your duffle bag back to your shoulder, letting his hand linger on your skin until he forces himself to pull away.

“I’m right here across the hall if you need anything, alright?” he reassures you with a smile.

You nod at him, trying to process all of the new information you've just taken in, before putting your hand on the doorknob and turning away from him.

He calls out to you before you go inside, “Why don't you take an hour or so — take a shower, there's a bathroom attached to the suite — and then when you come down to the kitchen, we can get some snacks?”

You turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes at him with a pout, “Is this your way of telling me I smell?”

His laughter fills the hallway. “No, I just want you to relax. This is your vacation too, ya know?” His smile is contagious and you can't help but smile back at him, really hoping that a shower will help as he says.

“Okay Daichi, I'll try.”

With that you enter the bedroom, closing the door behind you before resting your head on the wood, letting out a very small sigh.

You try to relax like Daichi said by taking a warm shower, but everything was way too nice. The grand marble shower and the elegant tile tub just serve to remind you that you are in a world different than your own, giving you more anxiety than relaxation.

You manage to get through your shower: fiddling with all of the button options to turn the water off, grabbing a plush towel to dry off, and then changing into some of the clothes that you packed.

You head back out to the bedroom in a huff and take another look around, half expecting the room to have transformed into a new one completely, but you are glad that it's just as you left it.

The massive four-poster bed sits against one wall next to the room's giant floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the afternoon light, casting long shadows on the fireplace gracing the opposite wall and the plush sitting area in front of it.

You flop yourself on the bed, arms stretching out and you curse at how comfortable the mattress is.

Who would have guessed the handsome boy you met in your econ class was this filthy rich.

You don't want your brain to fantasize but your thoughts drift there anyways as you sit up to sort through your clothes; it dreams of a future where this could be all yours. It's not like you weren't dreaming about a future with Daichi before, but now you’re imagining paying off your student loans, using some money to help your struggling friends and family, or maybe going even bigger than that, like starting a business or a charity to really help people.

You have to stop yourself from going too far. You shouldn’t spiral with these thoughts because that's the big issue: you and Daichi, what are you really?

You were instantly infatuated with him when he smiled at you during your first economics lecture together just a few months ago. Sitting next to each other, passing a notebook back and forth drawing little doodles together when you should have been paying attention. The chemistry between the two of you only grew when you started studying together and he invited you out to party with some of his friends.

The two of you have even shared a few make-out sessions together at said parties, but the next day when you expected things to be awkward or to at least have a discussion about what it meant, Daichi always acted like everything was normal, like the two of you hadn't had your tongues down each other throats the night before.

And that's not to mention how he always seems to be holding your hand, or hooking his arm around you, giving you butterflies at every turn. He always seems to be more touchy when other guys are around, but you can say that you do the same. Hugging him back tighter when other girls look his way.

In the beginning, the small touches and longing glances you shared in class slowly turned to long hugs and holding hands. You thought that maybe Daichi was this way with all of his friends, but when he introduced you to his roommates, Asahi and Sugawara, you noticed that he isn’t that touchy with them. It seems to be something only reserved for you.

You think of all the shared touches that you've had just today and your heart flutters. It's like when the two of you touch, your heart is instantly filled with happiness that calms your soul. His touch just feels right and being with him feels as easy as breathing.

If soulmates do exist, you can imagine that this is what it feels like.

You let out a deep sigh, shaking away your thoughts, before you decide to make your way down to the kitchen to meet up with the others.

You follow the voices through the maze of corridors and staircases to the kitchen, thank god they are a noisy bunch.

Everyone is gathering around the huge kitchen island, with bowls of chips, candy, and other snacks scattered around, and there seem to be two different conversations going on.

Daichi has his back to you, and you walk up next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He looks down, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his space more before whispering, “How was your shower?”

You wrap your arms around his waist before shrugging your shoulders, choosing to instead focus on the conversation that Tanaka and Kuroo are having. Daichi grabs a few of the bowls of snacks and pulls them closer to you, taking a big handful of food for himself.

Kuroo lets out a loud annoyed groan before explaining, “Oikawa just texted me that he’s going to dock here for the night.”

You sense the mounting tension in the air and take a handful of snacks, ready to take in whatever drama that was about to unfold.

The mention of the name you are unfamiliar with seems to bring the other conversation to a close as everyone focuses their attention on Kuroo and his phone.

Daichi lets out an exasperated sigh. “I could have sworn I told him to keep that thing away from here,” he says, rubbing his hand down his face in annoyance.

“He's bringing that party boat here? During gala week?” Kiyoko adds, blowing hair out of her face with a huff.

“Eh, I'm not going to complain, it's always full of hot babes,” Tanaka says right before a smack lands on his chest from Kiyoko. He pulls her into him, playfully kissing her cheeks, “No one is hotter than you babe, you know that.”

She rolls her eyes at his response but seems to accept his apology.

Not having any idea about who or what they are talking about you pipe up, “Who’s coming?”

Daichi lets out a big sigh before explaining, “Oikawa is this guy we grew up with, he’s a big flirt with an even bigger yacht. It's pretty much a giant party boat that he fills with supermodels.” You can practically feel the way Daichi’s eyes roll at the notion of a party boat stacked to the nines with supermodels.

Bokuto moves to Daichi’s other side, leaning over the island looking around him at you with a wide smile and adds, “Not to mention the alcohol and drugs.”

“Yes, yes, Bokuto, we all know why you enjoy Oikawa’s visits,” Daichi retorts, shaking his head and laughing.

“He just texted again,” Kuroo says with an annoyed groan. “Says he's going to be docking in three hours.”

“Well, what do you guys want to do until he gets here?” Daichi asks, taking a big handful of pretzels from a bowl close to him.

“We could go for a race around the track,” Kuroo says with a devilish smile.

Bokuto lets out an excited yell before pointing at Kuroo and exclaiming, “Hell yeah, lets go!”

Everyone heads outside into the evening sun. The warmth that the sun provided during the afternoon seems to be fading, giving the air a slight chill.

Kuroo and Bokuto run with their hands in the air from the house to their cars before starting them and speeding off towards the track while Daichi leads you, Tanaka, and Kiyoko to the large ten-car garage that spans the side of the house.

He opens a side door leading everyone into the garage, pressing a big button on the wall causing all of the garage doors to begin opening, filling the space with light.

Your eyes widen when you look at the millions of dollars worth of vehicles equally spaced with precision in front of you. While you recognize some brands: Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, and Mercedes, there are more that you don't, and your eyes glaze over at the pure wealth displayed in the garage.

Tanaka's excited voice pulls you from your haze as he practically jumps up and down in place, “Can we take the Bugatti?” he shouts questioningly, making you jump.

“Sure thing,” Daichi replies as he takes the keys to the Bugatti Veyron SS off the hook and tosses them to Kiyoko.

You watch her unlock the car and climb into the driver's seat as Tanaka jumps into the passenger seat next to her. The engine roars to life and she carefully pulls it out of the garage before she peels off towards the track, leaving you and Daichi alone in the garage.

“So, do you see a car you like?” he questions, his eyes following the car as it barrels around a corner.

The first real time alone with him since landing here and he decides to ignore the elephant in the room? You wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually an elephant around here somewhere.

You ignore his question and turn to face him, “Dai, what the fuck. What is this place? How are you so rich?”

“I'm not rich, my parents are,” he quickly retorts, turning to face you.

“That's exactly what a rich person would say,” you roll your eyes at him.

“I know you must feel pretty deceived right now; it was so nice when I was just Daichi to you, not the heir to this big conglomerate worth millions of dollars,” he walks close to you, moving to place his hands on your shoulders but stopping himself, and lets his hands fall to the side almost in defeat.

“My dad is this huge businessman and he has all these women who throw themselves at him because of his money. He's never been in love, even when he was with my Mom, and I didn’t want that. I don't want that. I want to be in love. I want to marry someone I'm in love with and not because it is what has been decided for me.”

Of course, he would have a real reason that you couldn't get mad at. And of course, it’s romantic as hell. At least he’s being open about it now.

You look up at him, and you realize that this is the same Daichi that he's always been. Those are the same eyes that you've been looking at for months, the same hands that have held you so many times, the same Daichi as always, just a different setting.

“You know I'm not like that Dai, you could have told me,” you reply, your voice softer than it was earlier.

He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out and rubbing away at the stress in your shoulders.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry that I kept this hidden from you. I should have told you.” He sighs, closing the remaining space between the two of you and moving his hands to cup your face. “I just want you to understand what getting into a full relationship with me would mean.”

The way Daichi is looking at you makes your heart melt. His eyes reach your face in desperation, half expecting you to push him away but you just lean into his hands, closing your eyes and savoring his touch before you match his vulnerable gaze.

“What would a full relationship mean then, Daichi?” you practically purr at him.

“It means all this,” he says before kissing you lightly. “All the fun stuff, the cars, the houses, the private jets,” he kisses you again. “But it also comes with a lot of not fun stuff too.”

You take a deep breath before responding, heart pounding from the intimacy of the moment. “And what would happen if I said that I still wanted a relationship with you? Even with the not-fun stuff.”

His breath hitches before he smiles. “I'd give you everything,” he whispers, eyes searching yours again, thumbs caressing your lips softly as he still cradles your face in his hands. “I'd buy you the moon if you wanted it.”

“Good thing I don't want the moon then.” You grab his shirt, closing the gap between the two of you before kissing him.

His hands fall to your hips before he starts to push you backwards towards the Ferrari behind you, until your ass hits the car, never disconnecting from the kiss.

His lips feel warm on yours as you get swept away into the moment with him. Your lips moving in tandem before his tongue expertly sweeps out at your bottom lip. You let out a moan, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

His grip on your waist only gets harder when he starts to move his body against yours, rutting his hips against yours, letting out a small moan into your mouth.

If the two of you weren't so caught up in each other, you would have heard Kuroo pull up to the garage and step out of his car before just staring at the two of you locked in each other's embrace. He rests his cheek on his short car door before he reaches a hand inside his car to honk the horn. You and Daichi startle at the sound, pulling apart as Daichi sends Kuroo a death glare.

Kuroo lets out a loud laugh unaffected by Daichi’s glare. “Thanks for the show, but are we going to race or what?”

Daichi waves him off, looking back down at you, his eyes bouncing from your lips to your eyes, with a smirk, “Do you want to drive?”

You hear Kuroo drive away as you playfully smack Daichi’s chest before you exclaim, “God no!”

His eyes close as he chuckles at you, “Okay, fair. But which one do you want to take?”

You look around at the cars not really knowing too much about them, so you ask, “Which one is the fastest?”

He smirks at you and says, “That’s my girl,” before throwing an arm around your shoulder and grabbing the key for the white Koenigsegg Regera off the hook.

He walks you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the scissor door for you and watching you take a seat before pulling it closed and jogging to his side, getting in the car.

The brown leather of the interior is a stark contrast to the white of the outside paint, and you find your body being cradled in the expensive bucket seat. Daichi leans over you, grabbing your seat belt and buckling it for you, bringing his face inches away from yours, teasing you before he buckles his own seat.

He pulls out of the garage slowly before putting the pedal to the floor and driving off towards the airstrip, racing around a few tight corners before he drives towards the runway where the other three cars are already lined up.

Bokuto jumps off of his side fender when he sees you and Daichi approach and makes his way inside his car with an excited spring in his step. Kiyoko kisses Tanaka before making her way into her borrowed car and Kuroo, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of his car watches the two of you pull up before jumping down and walking towards you.

Daichi meticulously lines up the front wheels with the other cars, before letting the engine idle, rolling down the window to talk to Kuroo.

When the rooster-haired man leans down to talk into the window, you don't miss his glance at you, before his eyes dart back to Daichi, and a small dusting of pink appears on his cheeks.

“We've decided we're doing a mile drag, first to cross the line wins, the loser has to make dinner and wash the dishes,” Kuroo announces.

Daichi looks over to you, intertwining your fingers and bringing them up to lips, kissing your knuckles, and a determined look crosses his face, his mouth turning up on the corner in a smirk. “Winner gets to pick what's for dinner, so you better decide what you want.”

His competitive side is something that you rarely see, usually only coming out when he's challenged, and the charged air around him has heat pooling between your legs.

Daichi lets your hand go and starts going through the settings of the car, setting up the launch control, mumbling to himself as he remembers how to set it up, as Kuroo heads back to his car.

You hear the roar of the other engines as they come to life and look through Daichi’s window at the other drivers, all giving thumbs up, ready to start.

Before Daichi gives his thumbs-up, he turns to you, “Just keep your head back, alright?”

You give him a worried look, but comply, placing the back of your head on the headrest behind you. You're concerned about what to do with your hands so you decide to place them in your lap.

Daichi gives the thumbs up and rolls his window up, giving the engine a few revs before hovering his foot over the gas in wait.

You watch as a now shirtless Tanaka walks out in between the cars. You can barely hear him as he starts to count down from five, but when he gets to one, he starts waving his shirt in the air wildly and Daichi slams on the gas.

The world starts to blur as the car accelerates. The loud roar of the engine assaults your ears as your heart starts to beat faster from the sudden adrenaline rush.

Time seems to slow as you go faster. You watch the speedometer increase: 60, 80,100, 120 and it’s still climbing.

The noise of the air rushes past as the car seamlessly cuts through and you feel your heart beating in your throat.

You look over at Daichi to see a big smile on his face; he knows he’s winning and you take the time to look back as Kuroo is being passed by Kiyoko, and she's getting closer to Daichi.

You let out a laugh: the crazy speeds and all the adrenaline pumping through making your body seem like it's on fire.

You glance at the speedometer and watch it hit 240 mph before you and Daichi cross the finish line first and he slams on the brakes. You are very glad you listened to him about keeping your head back, or else you're sure you would have whiplash.

Daichi stops the car, putting it in park before turning to look at you, your eyes full of bewilderment as your body tries to process the fact that you're in one piece after such a rush.

“Holy shit Dai! You won! We won! That was amazing!” you exclaim frantically to a smiling Daichi, laughing along with you as you stammer on about how fast it was.

The other cars form a circle with the hoods facing each other, and you watch as everyone starts to get out.

Daichi nods his head towards the others, “Come on, let’s go gloat.”

Everyone sits or leans against the hood of their cars, and Daichi once again has you tucked under his arm. You laugh along with the group and their antics as they argue over the standings. The official decision was that Daichi won, which was unanimous, with Kiyoko taking second, followed by Kuroo and Bokuto.

Bokuto said something about his launch control was being finicky before all of you hear whooping and yelling coming from a very out-of-breath Tanaka. He had apparently started running after the cars had left and was just now reaching the group.

Everyone is in high spirits as you talk for a bit and you seem to mesh seamlessly with them, throwing out a few quips that make Bokuto and Kuroo snort, teaming up with Kiyoko when the boys get too rowdy. It almost seems like you're not the new person in the group, that you’ve known them forever, and you are really happy that Daichi has surrounded himself with great people.

The rest of the evening was spent driving the cars and having long chats afterwards, about nothing and everything all at once.

When it came time for dinner, since you and Dai were the winners, you got to decide what Bokuto was making for everyone. His attempt at your favorite dish left the kitchen filled with smoke and Daichi surprised everyone with pizza, even before talks of a back up plan for was discussed.

Then you heard the horn of a ship, followed by mixed reactions as the five of you clear up dinner and get ready to leave the mansion for the ‘sex ferry,’ as Bokuto called it.

Daichi gets closer to you and murmurs into your hair, “Watch out for pervs on the boat, stay close to me, yeah?” You nod, as you wrap your arm around his ready to leave.

That is, until Kiyoko stops Daichi before the two of you make it out the door, “I’m stealing her for a second, she can't go on a yacht dressed like that!”

You look yourself over in the mirror and you have to admit, Kiyoko did an excellent job dressing you up.

Your hair is perfectly styled and your face has just the right amount of makeup. Kiyoko crosses in front of the mirror applying the finishing touch: a shimmering lip gloss that is the perfect shade for you. The oversized, white knit sweater that she had you put on hangs loosely over your curves, tucked in perfectly into the brown skirt that she picked out for you. It's not a look that you would usually go for, but you have to give her credit, she did a good job, you look stunning.

On the way up to this ginormous closet, she had explained to you that Daichi’s sisters had this closet stocked with every size and designer label known to man, just in case any of their friends needed a last minute change of clothes.

At first, you didn't believe her, but when you saw the enormous room with a rainbow of color-coordinated clothes hanging from floor to ceiling you changed your tune. You were even more shocked to find that all of the clothes still had their price tags on, wincing at the $1,000 price of one pair of pants.

Kiyoko gives you one last glance over before she starts to get herself ready, dressing in a black long-sleeved dress, the hem of the skirt falling just at her thighs and fishnet stockings, the exact opposite of the aesthetic she chose for you.

She applies her red lipstick with a pop before turning to you, “Well, what do you think?’

She takes your hand and twirls you around so that you are facing the mirror before she rests her chin on your shoulder.

You laugh at her antics, before replying, “I think we look hot!”

The two of you make your way down to the boat, exiting the mansion through a side door and make your way down to the dock.

Now that you are up close to the boat, you can see the massive amount of people on board. The four decks are filled to the brim with people dancing, talking, and making out, all with various drinks in their hands, and you can see Aoba Johsai written in cursive on the side of the boat.

The two of you step onboard and you hear him before you see him, “Kiyoko, over here!”

Tanaka is calling out for her through the crowd of people, leaning along the railing of the boat, dressed in all black and holding two beers.

She makes her way through the crowd with you close behind. Tanaka wraps her in his arms, kissing her on the cheek.

“Looking good babe,” he growls into her ear as she takes one of the beers from his hand.

The two of them look like they are about to start making out with all of their flirty touches, and you would like to find Daichi as soon as possible so you clear your throat and ask, “Do you know where Daichi is?”

“He's usually in the second-floor pool room; it’s up the stairs, second door on the right,” Tanaka replies while gesturing toward the stairway back by where you just came from.

You nod and take your leave, making your way to the stairs, bumping into people on the crowded deck. After the first few steps, you look back at Kiyoko, wondering if she’s coming with you. Too late, you think as you watch Tanaka pull her hips closer to his, whisper into her ear, and start kissing down her neck.

You shake your head and continue on, happy that she's having fun, but wishing you still had her company by your side.

At the top of the stairs, you only see one door that opens to an empty hallway. You decide to take your luck with it, even if this isn't the right place, it's a nice space to take a breather from all the people.

You open the door and what you thought was a quiet hallway turns out to be an echo chamber for the bass echoing off the walls. Where is the music even coming from; you barely heard it outside?

Leaning against the wall, you take a few deep breaths, which are immediately interrupted by the smell of cigar smoke wafting towards you. Part of you wants to leave but the other part of you says stay, stay for him.

This is so much to process, you can already feel a migraine coming on. The smell of cigar smoke and the thumping bass echoing off the walls of the ship isn't helping your stress levels. Where is Daichi? This would be so much easier if he would just appear by your side magically.

The door you just came through opens and shuts with a squeak, and you hope that your prayers have been answered, but when you turn to look at the person who just joined your space, it is very much not Daichi.

His blonde hair and very noticeable tongue ring are the farthest from Daichi as you can get, and you really wish that you weren't in this hallway alone with him right now.

He makes his way closer to you, getting in your personal space, leaning one arm against the wall next to your head to look you up and down, before licking his lips.

“Hey baby girl, are you lost?”

You start to look for an exit as he moves closer to you. “No, I'm just looking for someone,” you reply.

His arms cage you in, not giving you any room to move away. “Aw, don't be like that, I can show you a good time too,” he insists. “The name's Yūji Terushima, you'll need to know it when you're screaming it out later.”

You try to move away from him but he won't let you pass, until you hear a door open.

Daichi comes out of one of the side rooms and the instant he sees you trapped by this man, his eyes turn red with anger.

He rushes over to the two of you, yelling out, “Hey! Get off of her!”

Terushima isn't quick enough to respond, turning to face Daichi, but Daichi is already at his side sending his fist flying towards the blond's nose with a mean right hook.

Your body sags with relief as Daichi pulls you into his arms and Terushima is on the floor withering in pain, gasping at his probably broken nose.

Daichi is frantically looking over you, checking your arms and face for any sort of harm, “Did he touch you? Are you okay?” he questions you rapidly.

You bury your face in his chest and nod, “Yeah, I'm ok.”

He puts his arms around you before pulling you away towards the door he just came from. “We're down here,” he says, glaring at Terushima covered in his blood on the floor, leading you away from him.

The room that Daichi was in is stuffed full of people. People line the walls, getting very personal with each other, while others sit on the couches in the center of the room with people pulled onto their laps or under their arms. There are two pool tables on either side of the couches and you spot Kuroo and Bokuto playing what looks like a game of strip pool with four girls, and, from the looks of it, they are losing badly. On the other end of the room is a large bar, with glass bottles lining shelves behind it and a few empty bar stools.

Daichi chooses to ignore his almost naked friends and heads towards the bar, pulling out a stool for you before taking the seat next to you.

The bartender has very fluffy brown hair with matching brown eyes and once he's done serving up drinks to the couple down the bar, he makes his way over to you.

He starts to gather a glass for Daichi without even asking him what he wanted and then looks at you expectantly, “Well cutie, what can I get for you?”

Daichi levels his gaze at the man, and you can feel the deep grumble vibrate from his chest before he turns to you, “This,” he gestures to the bartender, “is Oikawa.”

Oikawa gives you a wink before scurrying out of Daichi’s reach as he playfully tries to grab him, causing Daichi to let out a huff.

With the weird environment you're in, you think it's best to forgo alcohol, at least for now, so you ask Oikawa for water.

He hands you a glass with lots of ice in it and you watch the way the two of them interact. Their friendship looks to be built on a bed of mutual annoyance, but you can see how they care about each other hidden in the undertones of their speech.

The night goes on and you spend a lot of it with Oikawa and Daichi at the bar. Oikawa asks you lots of personal questions, some of which you choose to ignore, and some of them you indulge him a little. If Daichi trusts him, it's okay for you too, right?

Just as your ass is starting to hurt from the barstool, a younger man comes up to Daichi, his orange hair bouncing in the wind as he practically vibrates in place. You catch his name, Hinata, and some of what he's trying to explain. There seems to be trouble between him and another guy, and he came to Daichi to be the mediator.

You can't blame him; in fact, if you were having any sort of trouble, Daichi's the first person that you would seek out. Daichi is so strong and dependable, he makes the rest of the world feel safe and easy. It's not that he makes problems go away but he seems to take in the situation for what it is and find a solution that seems so blatantly obvious you can't believe that no one else thought of it first.

Daichi is that and so much more. His playfulness and competitiveness are something that you saw today when he was driving that car. Not to mention how hot he looked behind the wheel, his arms muscles were on full display and you barely even got the chance to stare at them. You think about going back in time just so that you could watch them flex as he gripped the steering wheel.

You shake your head, trying to pull your brain away from the horny thoughts, but all that manages to do is send you back to the memories of your hot makeout session in the garage earlier. How his hands were all over your body, his lips pressed to yours...

Daichi’s laugh pulls you from your daydream and you realize that he, Hinata and Oikawa are all staring at you. His hand is waving in front of your face, “Earth to Y/N.”

Your shocked expression tells you everything he needs to know so he repeats himself, putting his hand on your knee, “You good here for a minute? I gotta help Hinata with something.” You nod at him and the two walk off together.

Oikawa talks to you in between serving people drinks and you manage to have a decent conversation about your university studies. Turns out, he is studying a major very similar to yours.

Oikawa pulls his phone out and answers it, before putting it down on his shoulder, turning to you, “I have to take this, I’ll have one of my boys take you to Daichi.”

He turns to one of the nearby couches close to the bar before barking out, “Mattsun, take her out to where Daichi is. I have some shit to deal with.”

The man he called out to kisses the blonde sitting on his lap before moving her off of him so that he can help you find Daichi. His tall body leads you out onto the deck of the boat through hordes of drunk people dancing and making out until you spot an orange mess of hair and Daichi standing next to him.

As you get closer you notice a small, but rather important detail that you couldn't see when you were farther away, Daichi is surrounded by tall, skinny, gorgeous-looking supermodels, and all of them seem to have their hands on him.

Daichi seems not to notice the touches, he's too focused on a boy with black hair laying upside down on a lounge chair, his hair softly caressing the wooden deck with every small gust of wind.

You notice another woman start to touch his hair before Daichi swats her away like she’s a fly before he's kneeling to look at the chair guy again.

Mattsun leads you closer to Daichi, announcing your arrival before saying his goodbyes and heading back where he came from. You yell out thanks as he is leaving and he waves his hand in the air as he walks away.

Daichi stands from his kneeling position and moves to your side. He has to get closer to your ear to talk as you are now closer to wherever the loud music is coming from but you don't mind, wrapping your arms around his waist possessively, eyeing the other girls.

“Kageyama had too much to drink, he's absolutely wasted,” Daichi says loudly, making sure you can hear him over the bumping bass.

You wished you would have grabbed your water before you left the bar. Just when you're about to suggest someone go get him some water, Oikawa bursts out onto the deck from a side door, exclaiming, “That little shit!” before running off towards the upper decks. You see that he's being followed by Mattsun, the guy who just helped you, and two other men, one with spiky black hair and the other with short pink hair. They all look extremely pissed.

You hear the sound of helicopter blades before you feel a blast of wind, causing the water to start rippling around the boat. You look curiously up at Daichi before he's turning and barking orders to Hinata to get the drunk guy some water and crackers before he's grabbing your hand.

“There's only one man that could be, and we better go make sure Oikawa doesn't kill him.”

By the time you two make it to the upper deck where the helipad is, there already seems to be a standoff in place. A tall man with dark olive hair stands with a large briefcase tucked under the arm of his suit coat. He does not look like he's dressed for a party, but instead like he's about to go into a courtroom.

This new man's face is void of emotion as Oikawa is practically snarling at him, lip upturned like an angry dog.

Daichi runs between the two warring factions, putting up his hands to Oikawa before turning to the tall man.

But before Daichi can say anything Oikawa is yelling over his head, “Who said you could land here, get lost!”

The tall man completely ignores Oikawa, walking up to Daichi, “Ah, Sawamura, just the man I was hoping to see.”

Oikawa's face turns red with anger, if this was an anime you are sure that there would be steam coming out of his head.

Daichi looks at him quizzically, “All this just to see me? Should we go talk in private?”

Ushijima gives him a confirming grunt, nodding his head and Daichi leads him around Oikawa and his men, stopping to whisper something in Oikawa's ear, looking at you, before making his way over to you.

His hand cups your face and you nuzzle into them as he speaks, “I have to go talk to Ushijima. Oikawa said he'll watch out for you so stay here until I get back alright?”

You don't want to leave his side again, but this must be important if a guy is willing to land on what seems to be his mortal enemy's boat only to talk to Daichi. You give him a small pout before you nod, and he kisses you before turning and jogging after the mysterious Ushijima.

Oikawa throws his hands up into the air making his way over to a bar. Damn, he really has these things on every level, doesn't he?

This bar is smaller than the one in the pool room, and only has two stools, but there is a long couch next to it where his men sit down. He motions for you to take a seat at the bar as he starts pouring drinks for the other three, before offering to do the same for you. Taking him up on his offer this time he makes you both matching fruity drinks with cute umbrellas before he joins you, sitting at the barstool next to you.

Oikawa still seems to be on edge from his confrontation with Ushijima, or the lack of one, so the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a bit. You watch some of the party-goers stumble around on the lower decks, and you see women and men come up to talk to the three sitting on the couches. You pick up their names after a bit — Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun, are what everyone calls them — and you eventually watch Mattsun get pulled away by the busty blonde you saw him with earlier.

Oikawa seems to pull himself out of his mental slump when he finishes his drink while you've only been sipping on yours, so you are nowhere near close to finishing it. He makes his way back over to the bar side and washes his cup before he starts making another concoction for himself.

He breaks his silence, “So, you and Daichi are pretty cute together.”

You hum at him in agreement, taking another small sip of your drink.

He continues, “He must be pretty serious about you if he's bringing you all the way out here. He's never brought a girl here before.”

Daichi and you haven't talked about your past relationships, but you aren't really surprised to hear that with what he told you earlier about wanting to be in love.

You don't want to pry, but you do want to know more. This side of Daichi’s life is still a mystery to you.

“Not even one girl?” you ask him in all sincerity.

Oikawa smirks, glad that he caught your attention with that one. “Well, he did date a girl from our neck of the woods, if that's what you want to call us rich shits. She was hot and smart but they never really seemed to mesh.”

You give him a curious look so he continues, “She was all business, no heart. And you know Daichi, his heart is ten times too big. They just didn't work.”

You nod taking in your new information before you feel someone next to you, the man with the pink hair, Makki.

He opens his mouth before he leans on the bar to stabilize himself, the alcohol apparently starting to kick in. His words are slurred together. “Are you two talking about Daichi? I heard some models say they would pay $10,000 to lick one of his thigh muscles!”

Oikawa pushes the drunken Makki off the bar and he stumbles back to the couch before slumping over into a woman's cleavage.

“Don't mind him,” Oikawa says, trying to bring back the lighter mood from earlier. “He doesn't know what he's talking about.”

Oh, but you do know what he’s talking about. You've been avoiding the thoughts since you landed, but now there's no holding back the dark thoughts you've been trying to suppress.

How are you supposed to be good enough for him? For Daichi and his big heart? You've seen it so much tonight, the way he laughs and takes care of his friends, like it’s second nature, coming easier than breathing for him. He's so caring, compassionate, fun and you're just you.

How are you supposed to compete for his attention when you are up against literal supermodels?

You swipe at frustrated tears forming in the corner of your eyes before speaking to Oikawa, “Can you tell Daichi I’m gonna go back to the house, I'm tired. But it was nice to meet you.”

You were very much not tired. This was the most wide-awake you have felt in quite some time. Your mind races with all the things that are wrong about the situation you find yourself in. You would laugh at how being on a billionaire’s floating sex boat is what made you feel this insecure if you weren’t feeling so pathetic.

You find your way off the boat with ease, pushing past people grinding on each other to get back to the dock so you can make your way to the safety of your bedroom.

As you get to the house’s side door you hear a familiar voice calling out your name.

Turning around, you see Daichi running up the path you just took, before he stops next to you, out of breath.

“Did you sprint all the way up here?” you ask him.

“Yeah…” he pants out in between breaths. “I wanted ... to catch you.”

“I told Oikawa I was going to bed, it’s been a long day and —,” you try to explain but he interrupts you.

“Are you actually tired?”

You are fidgeting with your hands, not wanting to lie to him, “Well, not exactly...”

“Come somewhere with me.” It flows out of his mouth like a demand but you can see the question in his eyes as they gleam in the darkness. You look at him quizzically before he continues, “Don't worry, no one else is gonna be there.”

Your lips turn in a small smile at his statement, “Just us?”

He takes your hands, placing them both between his own and brings them to his lips, giving your knuckles a light kiss. He keeps them there when he replies, “Yes, just us. I promise.”

You think for a minute, and then give him a hesitant yes.

His face lights up, “Okay, let's get some supplies.”

He takes your hand, pulling you into the kitchen, grabbing the snacks you like, and a nice chilled glass of water along with two glasses before motioning to a cupboard, telling you to grab the best blankets.

When you rub the blankets on your skin to test which ones are softer, Daichi smirks at you.

“Cute,” he says before making his way over to you, “but make sure you grab one of the big sturdy ones too.”

He grabs a basket for all the stuff and wraps you in one of the soft blankets before heading to the elevator that was tucked away in the corner of the kitchen.

“An elevator, really?” you grin at him, your earlier frustration easing away the more time you spend with him and his smile.

“To be fair, it was installed before we bought the house, but my grandma does use it a lot.”

The two of you ride the elevator to the top floor where Daichi starts running a hand along the wall looking for something. When a secret door pops open, he laughs at your shocked expression before motioning you to follow him inside.

A hidden staircase leads the two of you up to the roof and you take in the sight of the grounds. You can see the race track where you spent your evening, the large yacht floating below filled with people still bumping away to the music, and the stars... You swear that you've never seen the stars shine so bright before. You can see them weaving patterns in the night sky, their stories unknown to you but you enjoy their beauty nonetheless.

When you look over at Daichi, his eyes are soft as they trace your features, and you love the way his gaze makes you feel.

He leads you out to a small section of the roof near the middle of the house where he lays the thick blanket on the ground, setting out the snacks and taking off his shoes before sitting down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him as you take off your shoes and join him.

The two of you sit together, eating snacks, sharing stories for a while, staring up at the night sky together, before he turns to you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Let's play a game,” he proposes.

You look him over and nod, waiting for him to explain the game.

“It's easy, just ask me anything, whatever you need answered and I won't hold anything back.” He seems very confident, obviously wanting to make himself an open book after keeping this big secret from you. There are so many things you could ask, you don’t know where to start.

You raise an eyebrow at him before asking, “What is the worst decision you've ever made?”

He rolls his head to look you in the eyes, before raising his eyebrows at you, “Going right for the hard-hitting questions then?”

“You said you'd answer Daichi, are you gonna take that back?” you say with a little smirk.

He thinks for a moment before replying. “Fine,” He says before rolling his eyes, “I let Bokuto give me a tattoo once when we were both drunk.”

He sees your quizzical eyes as you try to suppress your laughter, “It’s on my ass and it’s a smiley face. Stop laughing!”

You can't stop the laughter that comes from you as you imagine your big strong Daichi with a funky little tattoo on his ass cheek. You are wiping the tears out of your eyes as he takes his opportunity for revenge.

“Okay, my turn!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands together.

You have to stop laughing so hard so that you can retort, “Wait, wait, you never said that I would have to answer too!”

He smiles and shakes his head, laughing. “Yeah, I guess you're right. How about I get to ask you a question for every two questions you ask me? And you don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

You look at him questioningly and you are very curious as to what Daichi would want to know about you so badly he’s willing to put himself on the line first. “Sounds fun,” you smile.

“Good, what's your second question?”

“What were you talking about with that guy, Ushijima?”

He looks uncomfortable as he tries to think about how to answer you. “Well, he mostly just saw Oikawa's boat and wanted to annoy him,” he chuckles before continuing. “But he also wanted to talk about a deal that our fathers are trying to make to secure our family ties. It's something that we both are very against.”

His answer leaves you with more questions, “What do you mean, ‘family ties’?”

He smoothly switches from his uncomfortable state and offers you a coy smile, “Do you want that to be your next question, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes at him you respond, “Ugh, no.”

“Okay, good because I really don't want to think about it. My turn then.” He thinks for a second before asking, “Do you think this,” he gestures into the air, “is too much for you? You know, the cars, boats, houses, money?”

You pause to gather your thoughts, staring up at the night sky again.

“I think that it's a lot to take in all at once,” you say slowly, calculating each word before it comes out of your mouth. “Especially the sex party boat,” you chuckle, “But I could get used to it.” You let the ‘for you’ hang in the air unspoken.

He grabs your hand, looking up to the stars, “I’m glad. Okay, what's your next question?”

You don't want to ruin the mood and ask about the ‘family ties’ between his and Ushijima’s families, so instead, you choose a safer route.

“What was it like growing up?”

He seems taken aback at first before a simple smile adorns his face, “My parents didn't love each other, not really. They had me, and then my brothers and sisters, but when times got hard they didn't support each other. They divorced pretty early in my life, I was still a kid when it happened.”

He pauses when you squeeze his hand in reassurance, but he's still smiling as he continues, “They split the companies between them, got us a nanny, and we bounced back and forth between houses every few months. I eventually just ended up as the caretaker for my siblings, making sure they didn't turn into spoiled brats.”

His laugh at the last part is so genuine it makes your heart flutter, but even so, his life has been far from perfect. “Wow, Daichi, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It wasn't that bad, I got to have a lot of fun.” He shakes off your concerned look before he gets to ask his question, “My turn again. What was it like for you growing up?”

You explain to him about your family dynamic, watching how his eyes seem to light up when you make jokes and then fall when you mention your hardships. He squeezes your hand like he never wants to let go when you finish telling him your stories, a playful smile returning to his lips before he tells you to ask your next set of questions.

You think of what to ask next, and your face grows hot as your brain churns up a question that you have never talked about with Daichi before.

Your tongue stumbles as the words flow from your mouth, “Have you had sex before?”

He tries to suppress his smile, “Yeah a few times, not with anyone really special though.”

Your lips part in surprise and you find yourself asking in a breathless tone, “What’s your number?”

Daichi leans closer to you, erasing the distance between your bodies as his hands move up the skin on your exposed thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Is that your next question?”

You're breathless, the heat from his fingers distracting you from the fire brewing inside you, “Yeah, it is.”

Daichi’s lips are so close to your own you can feel his breath on your soft skin, his voice dipping an octave when he asks, “Why, do you want to be one of them?”

You clear your mind enough to retort back at him. “Is that your next question?” you say, brushing your nose against his teasingly.

“Yes,” he answers before his breath hitches in his throat as you move your hands to his thighs.

“You first,” you giggle as his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

He answers as quickly as possible, his words almost too fast to hear but his tone is so low it sends shockwaves straight to your core. “It’s four, Laney in high school, this girl Kay at a party, Hime my ex and then Jackie in college a year ago. Your turn.”

Your mind clouds with his scent as you bring your hands up to his chest. Why is he so hot when talking about other people he's fucked, and why aren't you more jealous?

“I- uh, yeah. I would love to be your number five,” you stammer out.

He smirks at you, both of you are very obviously in need of each other's touch, more than you were getting and you can't deny how good it feels to have his undivided attention like this. Something about Daichi makes you forget your sense of self, and his touch instantly sends your heart racing.

“Do you have any more questions, sweetheart?”

You nod, biting your lip, “Are you going to kiss me, Dai?”

He nods before his eyes search yours. The stars tonight are reflected in his dark irises and you swear that you could get lost in him if you looked long enough.

Daichi moves closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace, and you savor the electricity that is simmering in the distance. It's enough to have your heart skip a beat before he closes the gap.

His lips meet yours and it's slow at first. His touch and kiss are reminiscent of the way that stars seemingly burn for eons until they can't take any more heat and explode in a fury of passion.

You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him impossibly closer to you, wanting to erase any remaining space between the two of you. You seemingly throw him off his balance as he almost falls on top of you. You can feel him smile into the kiss before he starts to reposition your body with his big, strong hands.

Daichi sits back, before pulling your body into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist before continuing the kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you moan at the contact, allowing him access, while you snake your hands into his hair, giving his roots a slight tug to get him to kiss you harder.

More. You need more.

His hands move up your body from your hips with a slow drag of his fingertips up to your neck, cradling your head in his hands, angling your head to kiss you deeper.

Your body burns at the contact with him, your soul reaching out for his through your kiss. Hearts melting and colliding into one supernova as your lips push and pull against each other. This heat that ignites within you that only he can seem to control, grows and grows until you feel like you're going to go insane if you don't touch him more soon.

Grinding your hips down on him, you can feel how much he is enjoying this, and you can't help but smile when he lets out a small whine into your mouth. Kissing him harder you start to move your hips against his as he ruts up into you at the same time. The delicious friction you've been craving but it's not enough, you need more.

His mind must have melded with yours because he stops kissing you, pulling away with your bottom lip caught between his teeth until you let out a small gasp.

“Pretty girl, tell me you want this,” he asks breathlessly.

You feel your cunt clench at his praise, needing more from him, needing everything.

“Dai, I want all of you.”

His breath hitches in his throat, and his eyes take in the sight of you on top of him with the endless backdrop of stars above you.

The look he's giving you melts any remaining pieces of your heart into a giant puddle, his eyes are soft and a small smile is on his lips as he whispers, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You rest your forehead on his, looking him in the eyes and reply, “me too.”

He smiles at you bigger and you can't imagine feeling any happier than you are right now, his eyes crinkle in happiness before he buries his face into your chest, wrapping around you and hugging you with a huge amount of strength.

You let him hold you like that for a few seconds before the need growing in your stomach becomes unbearable.

You move your hands to cradle his head, pulling him from your chest so that you can look at him. His eyes are half-lidded looking up at you in awe, like he can’t believe that you're here with him on his lap.

“Daichi,” you practically purr, “please, fuck me.”

His eyes flutter at your words, and he bites his lip. He looks like he's fighting some sort of internal battle.

Before you can register his movement, the world is tilting on its axis, and your back is now on the soft blanket. His strong arms caging you under him and your legs are around his waist as he leans over you.

You can see why he was staring up at you earlier, he looks heavenly with the night sky as his backdrop. The soft glow from the house illuminating his features and he looks beautiful and so fucking sexy.

His eyes land on your lips and you watch as one corner of his mouth tilts up in satisfaction at your reaction to him.

“Aw, my girl thinks I'm sexy,” he says, nuzzling his nose against yours as he taunts you.

You can't believe you said that out loud, but it's true so you nod, worried what else will come out of your mouth if you choose to open it.

He leans down so that he is right next to your ear and he growls, “I think she’s fucking sexy too.”

He gives your earlobe a small nip before he starts kissing your neck. You turn your head, giving him more room, and he takes full advantage of it, tracing his tongue along your pulse before moving his lips against your skin. His lips search your neck until he finds that spot that makes you gasp, and then he focuses all his attention there, biting it lightly before his tongue swipes away the sting.

You moan for him, moving your hand to his hair, gathering some between your fingers before he sucks hard. Your hips jut up, grinding on him in pleasure, and both of you moan into each other as your clothed cunt brushes against his hard cock.

“I’ve been so fucking hard for you since our kiss earlier.” His mouth kisses down to your shoulder which is still covered by your sweater. “Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”

His hands make their way under your sweater and over the skin of your stomach, before teasing your nipples through your bra and you let out a gasp when he gives one of them a squeeze, a warning for you not answering him.

“I asked you a question, answer me,” he says in a stern voice that sends shivers down your spine and makes your eyes flutter.

Your mind tries to calculate a response, as the assault on your nipples increases, sending shocks of pleasure right to your core.

Unable to focus on anything but how his fingers feel on your skin as he trails a hand down your body, “your fingers, please” you moan out for him.

He leans back and pushes your skirt up around your hips before he starts to tease his fingers along the cloth covering your core.

His gaze on you makes you want to cover yourself up, but when you move to close your legs, his hand grabs your knee and pushes you back open for him.

He uses both of his hands to pull your underwear down, staring at the string of slick that connects them and your soaked folds. He tosses them somewhere over his shoulder, before taking in the sight before him. The cold night air meets your warm cunt and sends shivers up your spine, but the cold is quickly replaced with the heat of Daichi’s warm hands on your thighs.

“God, you're beautiful,” he groans, as he watches your cunt flutter around nothing at the depth of his voice. Fingers moving back to your slit, teasing your folds before he moves his fingers up to circle your clit.

You let out a gasp when he finally touches you where you've been needing him. Your hips jut up in search of more contact.

He teases his fingers through your folds before sliding one into you. You can feel how wet you are and it makes your face heat up but he feels so good inside you, you don't care.

He thrusts his finger into you a few times before adding a second, watching your face morph into pleasured bliss before focusing his attention on the way your walls are trying to suck him inside.

Your hands move to your chest, kneading the flesh there as he increases his pace, finger-fucking you until he finds the spot that makes you scream.

The pleasure in your body continues to build as he focuses all his attention on that one spot. Your nerves are all on fire and you can feel the building pressure, just waiting to be released. Daichi is making you feel so alive, his fingers working magic on your body, weaving their way into your soul and imprinting his mark there where it can never leave.

All of the muscles in your body tense and you hear Daichi say, “cum for me,” before the coil inside you snaps and your body convulses in pleasure, singing out his name in praise as he sends you to the stars. His voice and fingers still work you over, sending more pleasure into your system before you feel yourself gush around his fingers, your body almost folding in on itself as you grab at his wrist to hold him still inside of you.

Your breath comes out in short bursts as you relax onto the blanket with him still kneeling between your legs. When you look up at him, he has the cockiest smile on his face, obviously proud of himself.

You weakly smile and nod at him, hoping that he understands that he just sent you into orbit before you stretch out your hands for him.

He reaches out, and you pull him down on top of you. You kiss him roughly and he eagerly ruts his hips into you, moaning into your mouth when he can feel your wetness seeping through his pants.

You reach down between your bodies, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You try to get to his cock, but with the angle you're at and his boxers getting in the way, you can't seem to reach, and you let out a small whine.

Daichi seems to understand, and he pushes his pants and boxers down past his thighs, giving you the perfect view of his cock.

It makes your mouth water and you want to taste him so bad. Your hands move to stroke him, gathering the precum that leaks onto your fingers before you pop them into your mouth, lapping up the flavor eagerly.

You moan at the taste, sucking on your fingers, wishing they were his cock. You vow to yourself to take him down your throat and have him at your mercy before the end of this trip.

Daichi’s hand pumps his shaft a few times before he runs the tip through your folds, gathering your slick, before circling your clit with the head of his cock.

You moan at how thick and heavy he feels against your soft folds. “Please Dai. I need you so bad, please, fuck me.”

He lets out a groan. “When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”

He lets go of his cock, and moves his hands up to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together before his lips connect to yours in a hungry kiss. He holds eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips into position as the head of his cock slowly presses into you.

You watch him bite his lip as he fights the urge to buck into you, his half-lidded eyes concentrating on your face, watching your mouth form into a beautiful ‘o’ and your eyes flutter as he pushes more of himself inside you.

When his hips are flush against yours, he stills, wanting to give you time to get used to his girth. He can't help but savor the way your walls are squeezing him and sucking him into you. You give him a slow nod before he starts moving again, slowly pulling out of you and before pushing back in with more power.

You can't help but dig your nails into the back of his hands, forming crescent-shaped indents. The way his cock hits all of the spots inside of you perfectly has you questioning if this is a dream, but the way he sounds and looks as he moves above you is something so hot that your brain could never imagine it this perfectly.

His lips scatter kisses along your jaw until he's at your neck again, savoring the feel of your still tender flesh against his tongue. He’s taking his time focusing on leaving his mark at the top of your collarbone, sucking and nipping at your skin.

His head falls to your shoulder and his breath turns uneven as he pants out, “if you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last,” in between thrusts.

You aren't going to last either, the coil in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping again.

“Da-Daddy,” you moan, completely lost in your pleasure.

He pauses above you with his cock still fully sheathed in your dripping cunt, his head snapping up off your shoulder to look into your eyes, his brow furrowing. “What did you just call me?”

It takes a second for your mind to process what you just said. His hips being completely still as his cock continues to stretch you is not helping your brain processes.

And then it hits you, why did you just say that, oh no. “I’m sorry it slipped out — I’m so —” you panic, stopping when you realize he is shaking his head with a gleam in his eyes you haven’t seen before.

Daichi angles his hips before thrusting into you at an even harder and rougher pace. “Say it again,” he commands, each word accentuated by a heavy thrust.

You bite your lip as the pleasure takes over you once again as he pounds into you. The sheer strength he has is evident in the power behind each thrust.

You can't help yourself when you start babbling out a mixture of his name and new nickname, the two words becoming interchangeable on your tongue and streaming together.

Daichi releases your hands so that he can get a better grip on your hips, pounding into you without abandon. His eyes go dark as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt, so soft and pliant and warm all around him. All his.

He can feel you tensing around him, squeezing his soul out of his body as his cock begs for release.

He speaks through his teeth as his whole body is clenching, hold out his orgasm for you, "Fucking cum on my cock baby girl. I need to feel it."

He lets out a primal growl as you feel the pressure inside you release as your pussy milks his cock. Your orgasm crashing through you, forcing you to grip onto his strong shoulders, leaving dark circles that will eventually turn into bruises into his perfect skin.

You cry out for him, chanting his name as your vision clouds over, and you swear you can see the universe unfolding and refolding in on itself as your body is propelled through time and space.

Your mind is hazy as your muscles twitch. Daichi is still pounding into you, babbling about how much of a good girl you are and how much he's going to fill you up, claim you as his.

Your body is still shaking with pleasure when you feel Daichi’s thrusts start to waver, your pulsating walls still pulling him even deeper until he lets out a moan of your name above you. His eyes lock with yours as he spills his cum inside you, filling you up completely until it seeps out around his cock.

You both are panting as Daichi leans down to kiss you, his soft lips a stark contrast to the pounding your cunt just received.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his weight on top of you and keeping him sheathed inside you.

The stars shine down on you in their infinite beauty and you wish you could stay in this moment forever with him, breathing in his scent, the two of your souls merged into one, with your breathing in sync. All you need is him, you think, only him and you could be happy forever.

Daichi wakes up to the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He looks down at your sleeping form on his chest and debates on whether or not he should move you to turn the assault of buzzing off.

When his phone quiets down, he lets out a small sigh of relief.

After last night on the roof, the two of you managed to sneak to his room without anyone seeing you. Kuroo and Bokuto almost caught the two of you, but with women on each of their arms, they were a little too preoccupied trying to navigate through the mansion to pay attention to you and Daichi hiding in the shadows, giggling at their antics.

After the two of you got cleaned up, you both got comfortable under the covers, talking the night away, exchanging small kisses and playful jabs before you fell asleep on his chest.

He looks back down at you, and you look so cute sleeping in one of his shirts, the little bit of drool pooling on his chest is adorable and he wishes his phone was closer so he could take a photo.

The incessant buzzing starts again and he lets out a small curse.

Whoever is calling him must really need him. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your shampoo before he very slowly moves your sleeping body off him.

He grabs his phone off the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, not wanting to disturb your sleep with whatever this phone call is.

Finally looking down at the caller ID, he wishes he would have just thrown his phone out the window but nevertheless, he answers after letting out a big sigh.

“Dad, what do you need?”

His father talks to him through the phone before Daichi has heard enough. He says one phrase to his dad before hanging up the phone and turning his phone off and slamming it on the counter.

“Drop it, I am not meeting with Hime.”

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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

#this took me so long #please go read these or i’ll cry #fan fiction #fan fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #thiam fanfiction #thiam fic recs #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf gay #teen wolf #ao3 #fuck you fuck this & fuck it #thiam fanfic rec #thiam fanfic #thiam is endgame

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Edward Cullen: That Boy Ain’t Right

So I was doing a reread of @therealvinelle 's collection of Twilight metas, as one does, and in "Edward, Denial, and a Human Girlfriend" she mentions that she doesn't believe Edward is sane. I thought, "ha, yeah, he's definitely not," and also, "but wait, what does that mean exactly, please say more about that." But since she's already inundated with asks, I've decided to use my own head-muscle and explore this idea. (TL;DR: I start out more or less organized, synthesize some points Vinelle has made across several posts (and have hopefully linked to them all where relevant but please tell me if not), touch a little on narcissism, then take a hard left into the negative effects of being a telepath.)

Just a couple things to note at the outset, though. Theses have been written already (probably) about Edward as an abuser. Edward being insane doesn't negate that at all; he's definitely an asshole and just...a disaster of a human being. (I find it more funny than anything, but YMMV.) I'm also going to try to avoid talking specifically about mental illness and how it relates (or doesn't relate) to abusive behavior -- that's territory I'm not really equipped to discuss, like at all. My starting point is "Edward has a deeply warped perception of reality," not "Edward has X disorder."

So: deeply warped perception of reality. The evidence? Goes behind a cut, because my one character trait is Verbose.

Vinelle provides a great example of it in the post linked above, which I'll just quote because she does words good: "[Edward] keeps acting like his romance with Bella is a romantic tragedy, and all the cast of Twilight are actors on a stage making it as sublime as possible." Edward's the one to pursue Bella, but he does so with the full belief, from the very beginning, that it will never last; Bella will "outgrow" him, go on her human way, and he can spend the rest of eternity brooding magnificently over his too-short romantic bliss. [Insert premature ejaculation joke.] Turning her is never an option, even though Alice, Noted Psychic, says that romancing Bella will either end with her dead (exsanguinated) or dead (vampire).

This framing, where he's a dark anti-hero in love with -- but never tainting! -- the pure maiden and eventually leaving her in a grand, tragic sacrifice to preserve her soul? It's fucking bonkers. Bella isn't a person to him in this scenario. As Vinelle points out, Bella's never really a person to him at all; he falls in love with his own mental construct, cherry-picking from what he observes of her behavior and her responses to his 20 (thousand) Questions to convince himself that she is the ideal woman.

Bella's not the only one who gets the projection/cardboard-cutout treatment. Edward sees everything and everyone through a highly particular, personalized lens. He filters his entire reality, which we all do to an extent, but the thing with Edward is that he starts with his conclusions and then only pays attention to the evidence that supports those conclusions. Often that evidence consists of what he admits in New Moon are only "surface" thoughts -- but recognizing that limitation doesn't keep him from taking those thoughts as representative of what people are. Edward then becomes absolutely convinced by his own "reasoning" and won't be swayed from what he has decided is Objectively True. It's obvious with Bella; it's also painfully obvious with Rosalie. (Vinelle explains this and brings up Edward's raging Madonna/Whore complex in the same post, so refer to that again -- she's right.)

He also catastrophizes. Everything. Bella's just vibing in her room, rereading Wuthering Heights for the 87th time? She's gonna be hit by a meteor, better sneak into her room while she sleeps. Bella's going to the beach with the filthy mundanes their human classmates? She's gonna fall in the ocean. Jasper's cannibal pals are stopping by for a visit, but know not to hunt in the area? DISASTER, DEFCON 1, ALSO FUCK YOU JASPER FOR EVEN EXISTING IN MY AND BELLA'S SPHERE YOU UNSPEAKABLE BURDEN. Edward must believe that Bella is vulnerable and in near-constant peril, to support the reality he has created in which he is the villain turned protector and maybe?? hero??? (!!!) for his beloved. So when the actual, James-shaped danger arrives, he goes berserk, snarling and flipping his shit and generally not helping the situation. His fantasy demands that Bella remain human, so instead of doing the very thing Alice, Noted Psychic, assures him will neutralize the threat (and not just a threat to Bella, either, but to Bella's family and any other human James might decide to include in the "game"), he vetoes it immediately, no discussion. Bella Must Not Turn, and he sticks to those guns despite James nearly reducing her to ground beef, despite leaving Bella catatonic with depression (but human! success!) in New Moon, despite Aro's order and his family's vote and, let's not forget, Bella's clearly and repeatedly stated desire to be a vampire. It's going to happen. But he doesn't accept it until Renesmee busts out of Bella like the Kool-Aid man and the poor girl's heart finally, unequivocally stops.

Sane people don't behave this way. I don't want to slap labels on Edward, but I can't help but note that he comes across as highly narcissistic. He's the only real person in his universe, the lone player among us NPCs. That probably has a lot to do with him being frozen in the mindset and maturity of a seventeen-year-old boy, but I think it's also just...him, on some fundamental level. His failure to connect with others and recognize them as full, independent beings with their own wants and priorities isn't like Bella's failure -- she's badly depressed. Edward is...something else, and I get the sense that his sanity has been steadily deteriorating over time. And a cursory google of narcissistic traits turns up some familiar-looking stuff. He's self-loathing, yes, but also grandiose; he hates himself for the monster he is (and hates most vampires besides Esme and Carlisle for their monstrosity, too) but still feels superior to humans, to the extent that he felt entitled to human blood and resented Carlisle for depriving him of his "proper" diet. He eventually returns to Carlisle, but he's far from content -- the beginning of Midnight Sun finds him in a state of ennui, bored and dismissive of (if not outright disgusted by) everyone around him, that has apparently persisted for years and years. He doesn't play the piano, he doesn't compose, he doesn't enjoy anything...at least until Bella comes along and then he becomes obsessed to a disturbing degree with her and his new, romantic tragedy spin on reality.

[Next-day edit: I’m not sure where else to fit this in, but the way Edward casually contemplates violence against people who have, at best, mildly annoyed him is...chilling. I have a hard time writing off his strategizing how to murder the entire Biology class as a result of bloodlust -- it’s so calculated, nothing like the blackout state of thirst Emmett describes when he encountered his own “singer,” and that is probably the default for when a vampire is extremely thirsty. But even ignoring the Biology class incident, Edward still does things like consider, with disturbing frequency, how he might grievously injure or kill Mike Newton, all because...Edward considers him his romantic rival (despite Bella barely giving the kid the time of day). He thinks about slapping Mike through a wall, which might be an amusing slapstick image, except as a vampire Edward’s actually capable of turning this boy’s skeleton to a fine powder. So it’s, y’know, kind of sick when you think about it.

But even worse than that, when Bella tells Edward about how she flirted with Jacob to get at that sweet, sweet vampire lore, Edward chuckles and then, after dropping Bella home, flippantly observes that now that the treaty’s broken, why not genocide? I’m not even kidding, it’s right there in Midnight Sun; he seriously thinks about the fact that he’d be technically justified now in wiping out the entire tribe because a teenager tried to impress a girl with a spooky story. That is fucked. Remember, Edward was there with Carlisle when the treaty was first established. He knows how remarkable it is that they even came to a truce in the first place, that it was only ever possible because Carlisle is...well, Carlisle, and that it marks a pretty significant moment in supernatural history. He doesn’t care; he doesn’t respect it, or he’d never think something like “Ha ha, if I went and killed them all, I wouldn’t even be wrong. I mean, I won’t do it, but I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be wrong.”

Again: not the thought process or behavior of a sane person. (Or a person that respects life in general -- sorry Carlisle, big L.)]

Finally, whether he's a narcissist or not, I think the fact that Edward has constant, unavoidable access to everyone's thoughts is a powerful contributing factor to his instability. He can tune out the mental noise to an extent, but he can't stop it -- so he comes to rely on it like another sense. This causes issues with disconnect and lack of empathy, of course, but there's another facet to this shit diamond: he's basically experiencing a ceaseless flow of intrusive thoughts. His narration in Midnight Sun suggests that he "hears" the words people think, can "see" what they visualize in their mind's eye, and can sense the emotional "tone" and intensity of their thoughts. Therefore, perceiving Jasper's thirst through his thoughts makes Edward more aware of his own, "doubling" the discomfort. This would be a lot to deal with even from just his immediate coven members, but Edward gets all of this pouring into his head like a firehose on a day-to-day basis because the Cullens live right alongside humans. I know Meyerpires have galaxy brains or whatever, but that's a ton to process.

Besides the compounding effect on his own thirst when he "feels" the thirst of others, Meyer never suggests that Edward has difficulty separating his own thoughts from other people's; even when he was newly turned, he recognized Carlisle's "voice" in his head as Carlisle's. That would create a whole different host of issues around identity, but it looks like Edward's escaped that particular torment. However, I can easily imagine that what he does experience is just shy of unbearable nonetheless, with an eroding effect on his sanity over decades. He can't sleep to escape it; he's on a dishwater diet and probably (like the rest of his family) experiencing a perpetual, low-grade physical discomfort due to his thirst never being fully satisfied; and he's around far more people than is the norm for vampires -- even discounting all the humans, his own coven is unusually large -- meaning more noise.

Honestly, it would be weirder if he were all there, considering.

And even though I feel like I lost a sense of structure around where I started ranting about telepathy, I've written like 1.5k words about Edward fucking Cullen and I think that's enough for one post.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #edward cullen #i stared too long and the twilight abyss gazed back #long post #major credit due to therealvinelle for having basically all the ideas already #theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin too since they agree and build off each other's metas a lot #idk how people who write meta can just crank these posts out i've been here for two hours #edited to add stuff i forgot to mention about edward's disproportionately violent fantasies

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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years

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Wisps of Smoke (Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader) - Part 5

Summary: y/n and Draco find themselves drawn to an abandoned classroom every night

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader ft. Theo Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini

Warnings: Excessive smoking, mature language and themes, smut labeled as ⚜️, 18+ content, reader discretion is advised, also Draco is kinda soft in this one. Just sayin.

A/n: Ik this was supposed to be the final part but I wanted to wrap things up properly. The last part will be dedicated to the ball itself.

A massive thank you to everyone that has read WOS. Your feedback makes me so fkn happy. I love you all sm.

Word count: 3700

Link to Part one, two, three, and four if you haven’t read them already.

My other stories are over here. And you can join my tag list here.

As always, Smoking is injurious to health y’all.

24th December

Home was just the way you’d remembered it.

From the Goldchild Ivy covering the white colored walls and the stepping stones leading all the way to the main entrance to the way your parents kept nagging you about your “future” with Adrian Pucey.

“You still haven’t told me what kind of dress you’d like to wear to the ball.” Your mum reminded you after taking a small sip from her wine glass.

“I don’t know mother.” You sighed,stabbing repeatedly at the sautéed mushroom on your plate. “Can’t I wear something I already own? Like the blue one I wore last year.”

“Well, what is Adrian wearing? May I suggest some colour coordinating?”

“I really don’t know mother.” You coughed.

“Well, why don't you ask him?”

“I can't.” You mumbled dropping your fork on your plate. The loud clanging sound earned you an eyebrow raise from your otherwise quiet father.

“Why not?”

“We broke—we aren’t seeing each other anymore.” You said quietly before quickly standing up and dismissing yourself from the dining table before your parents could ask you a thousand questions.

As you walked away from the table and towards the balcony, you could still hear your parents calling after you while simultaneously speculating about just what you may have done to scare Adrian away.

You weren’t going to tell them about Draco because you weren’t even sure what to tell them.

I broke up with Adrian because I’m sleeping with Draco Malfoy.

Yes, the one that is getting engaged soon.

No we’re not together.

I may or may not have developed feelings for him.

Yes, it is inconvenient because I have no idea how he feels.

Did I mention he is getting engaged?

You tugged on the sleeves of your sweater to warm your hands up as you stared up at the surprisingly clear night sky splattered with only a few clouds and shimmering stars.

You took it upon yourself to start counting the stars to distract yourself from thinking about Draco again.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was standing on the balcony of his room trying not to think of you too.

The only difference for him was that the sky was a little less cloudy where he lived and he wasn’t going to bother counting stars.

“Happy Christmas Draco.” You whispered to yourself,staring at the shiny emerald ring on your finger.

“Happy Christmas Y/n.” Draco mumbled into the night air as he fidgeted with your amethyst ring.

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25th December

It was a surprisingly quiet Christmas Morning at the Y/l/n household.

Your parents were still fast asleep when you walked towards the kitchen to fix yourself a cup of coffee.

It was probably because your parents hadn’t quite processed your break up with Adrian and had spent their night discussing it.

Seeing it was Christmas, you decided to put a dash of white chocolate and whipped cream in your cup of caffeinated goodness in order to feel a bit more festive.

You were feeling anything but festive.

There was a kind of dread crushing your insides when you thought about the ball.

You’d have to watch him dance with her and kiss her lips at midnight.

Fuck, you’d have to congratulate him after he slipped a ring onto her perfectly manicured finger.

Just when you were about to take a sip of your drink, you heard a knock on your door.

You frowned and walked towards the door because it was way too early on in the morning for anyone to come over.

When you yanked the door open, you saw him of all people, standing on the other side of the door with his white blond hair messier than usual.

He was wearing one of his rare genuine smiles that showed his pearly whites making you feel wobbly in the knees.

“Draco—What are you doing here?”

“Happy Christmas to you too.” He said with the smile still fixed on his lips. “Tell me y/l/n is this how you greet all of your houseguests?”

“How rude of me.” You muttered to yourself still befuddled as you stepped back to let him in. “Come in, sit down. Cup of tea?”

“I’m actually in a bit of a hurry.” He said as he fidgeted with his blazer pocket. “Just came to drop off something—ugh hold this.”

He placed a pack of cigarettes in the palm of your hand before fumbling with his pocket again.

“Ahh. There we go.” He retrieved a lilac colored box from his pocket and brought it back to its normal size before handing it to you.

“What’s this?”

“What does it look like y/n?”

“But—But I haven't even gotten you anythi—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, tenderly pressing lips against yours.

The softness of his lips made the heaviness you were feeling on your shoulders fade away as you faded into him—only him and the way he held you firmly around the waist as he suckled on your bottom lip.

“Thank you.” You whispered burying your face into his chest, trying to inhale a scent of his cologne. “Thank you.”

When Draco left, you ran up to your room and opened the lilac box to find a blush coloured slip dress folded neatly with a note on top of it written in his neat handwriting.

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Dear Y/n

I really am sorry about what happened to your old silk dress but I just couldn’t help myself.

I hope you’ll understand.

I also hope I get to see you wear this one someday.

Yours,

D.L.M

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26 December

The day after Christmas, the boys decided to do a little cleanup.

Quidditch and house memorabilia, novelty artefacts they no longer cared enough for and items of emotional value.

The boys wanted a fresh start.

A clean break.

A clean slate.

Theo and Blaise were done with their cleaning so they were now at the Manor helping Draco who was surprisingly not very convinced about the whole “fresh start” ordeal.

“Remember this?” Theo chuckled, clearing out all the books that covered Draco’s desk and using his wand to cast a quick spell that revealed carvings they’d made the summer before their second year.

“Oh?” Blaise gleefully raised his eyebrows walking towards Theo. “I’d forgotten about this.”

Draco rolled his eyes and followed Blaise and the three boys stood around the table reading out everything they’d managed to carve out.

There were some very unholy words, tally sticks and unfortunate looking doodles of Harry on the table.

“Theodore Nott was here.” Draco read out loud looking unimpressed.

“Read this one.” Theo chuckled pointing at a carving. “Daphne Greengrass + Blaise Zabini.”

“Hey! We were barely second years.” Blaise protested while his eyes kept scanning the table.

As Blaise’s vigilant eyes trailed to the farthest corner of the table, a wicked grin started to form across his cheeks making Draco’s face turn pale.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” Blaise read out loud smirking at Draco. “Well well Malfoy—From the second year?...Interesting.”

“It was always obvious even though he expressed himself in questionable ways.” Theo shrugged.

“What was obvious?” Draco quirked an eyebrow with a scowl on his face.

“The fact that you were and are absolutely enamoured with y/n.” Theo rolled his eyes. “It has always been obvious to everyone but you. Back me up here Zabini.”

Draco crossed his arms and looked at Blaise who just gave him an apologetic shrug. “I’m sorry but he’s right mate.”

“I am not enamoured with y/n.”

“If you say so.” Blaise shrugged.

“And what if I were?” Draco spat, clearly irked by the condescending look on Blaise’s face.

“If you are, then I only have one question for you.” Blaise said with carefully selected words.

“And the question is?”

Blaise went quiet for a brief second before looking at Draco, dead set in the eye.

“What is holding you back, Malfoy?”

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27th December

Draco wondered what life decisions he’d taken to find himself seated at a murky little pub with Astoria reclining against his shoulders—sipping on Butterbeer.

Pansy, Theo and Blaise were taking shots next to him and you were awkwardly seated right across the table next to Adrian fucking Pucey.

What was he doing here anyway? Who even invited him?

Even though he’d overheard you telling Pansy that Adrian was there only because of your parents nagging you, seeing you seated together bothered him nonetheless.

Draco wasn’t even meaning to eavesdrop on your conversation with Adrian but he just couldn’t help but divert all his attention to your sweet voice and the way your lips moved.

You were telling Adrian about the sweet shop next door and Draco’s lips involuntarily twitched and curved upwards when he noticed just how excited you were about sweets.

It was like you softened him—made him vulnerable. And the whole feeling terrified him.

Between smoking his fifth cigarette, occasionally chatting with Astoria and looking at you from the corner of his eye, one rather simple thought encircled Draco’s mind.

Why didn’t he knock Pucey off his broom when he had the chance to?

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28th December

Lightning crashed. Thunder clapped.

Fat drops of rain started to fall on the enormous glass window in Draco’s bedroom.

You placed your finger on the glass as you watched the infinite droplets race all the way to the bottom of the window.

The howling winds brought in the scent of wet grass and sent the dark curtains flying in all different directions.

You took in the smell of fresh rain and sighed sinking blissfully into his embrace.

Lucius and Narcissa were away, preparing for the upcoming ball and Draco had owled you asking to meet.

And so, both of you were now sitting on the windowsill in his room that was much larger than the one in the abandoned classroom.

In fact, it was so spacious that it served as his own personal reading nook—complete with a velvety throw blanket and some cushions.

His hands held open a book and you let yourself get comfortable between his long limbs, still counting raindrops on the window.

“What are you doing?” He asked looking towards you and away from the worn out pages of his book.

“I’m watching the raindrops race each other.” You said with your eyes still fixed on the glass. “infinite little droplets.”

“It's just rain.” He shrugged as his eyes went back to his book. “Quite mundane if you ask me.”

Sure rain was mundane.

But this rain felt different. It sent you into a state of melancholia.

You couldn’t dare to tell him but those infinite droplets resembled the amount of times you’d wanted to tell him that you loved him.

Even though you couldn’t find the courage to tell him, it was like the look in your eyes gave it all away.

It made his features soften as he slowly shifted and got up from the nook to fully open the window.

You shielded yourself as cold drops of rain started to hit your face. “What in the actual fuck?”

“Shut up and follow me.” He said as he climbed out of the window and onto the ledge.

“Are you mental?”

“Just do as I say.” He said helping you onto the ledge.

Both of you laughed hysterically as the rain seeped through your clothes as you sat on the ledge with your bare feet dangling in the air.

One wrong move and both of you could fall to our deaths. But there came an adrenaline rush with the risk of it all.

He pushed away the hair sticking to your face and brought your face close to his before pressing his rain soaked lips to yours.

Theo was right.

He was fucking enamoured.

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After coming back inside, you walked into his ensuite to fix your ruined hair and cast a quick drying charm to your clothes before heading home.

You had barely managed to pick at the tangles in your wet hair when an equally soaked Draco walked up behind you—clothes sticking to his toned body and hair sticking to his face.

“Draco. Sorry for hogging the mirror. I thought I’d be done sooner but these tangles are—hmmm.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you and pressed his cold lips against the base of your neck.

Even though your hair was entangled and unruly, you looked bewitching to him.

Especially the way the thin and drenched fabric of your seafoam colored dress draped your body—transparent and accentuating all your curves.

He just couldn’t help himself from unzipping your dress while he admired the sight of your dress slowly leaving your body in the mirror in front of you both.

“Draco?” You whispered as you watched his lips move their way from your neck to your shoulders. His hands gently gripping and massaging your breasts.

“Yes?” He whispered into your hair as he began nipping on your earlobe—his hands never leaving your breasts.

You wanted to tell him that you were in love with him but the words just refused to leave your lips.

“I—I missed you so much.” You said instead as you watched the corners of his mouth twitch.

He didn’t say a word back.

Hips lips were too occupied with sucking love bites against your skin.

He didn’t need to tell you that he missed you too. The deep reddish purple markings on your body said it all.

Draco intertwined his fingers around yours and placed your palms flat against the marble basin in front of you.

Your dainty fingers brought out the verdant tones of the emerald ring and Draco couldn’t help but admire his family heirloom on you.

He slowly moved his hands up your arms and let them brush against your bare back—trailing lower and lower till he was barely touching your soaking wet cunt.

“You like it when I touch you here?” He murmured pushing one of his fingers inside for a fleeting second.

“Hmmm.” You moaned gripping tightly onto the basin and pushing your hips backwards to get more.

Draco brought his hand to your arse and struck once causing you to hiss through your teeth.

“Words darling—use your words.”

“Yes….” You whimpered, opening your eyes to stare into the reflection again. There was a kind of unrestrained hunger in his eyes that only made you want him more.

“Good girl...so fucking perfect..so beautiful.”

He reached out and wrapped his left hand around your throat and brought your face close to him while the pad of his right thumb rubbed steady circles on your throbbing clit.

He loved that you were always so wet and ready for him.

“Draco..I want you inside me..Please..”

He could have spent hours on end just teasing you with his fingers and tongue if he could. There was just something about you that just made him want to take his time to worship you—to ruin you.

But time was not on his side and the reflection in front of him was making him increasingly impatient so he did not tease you any further. He simply unbuckled his trousers and pushed his cock where it belonged.

“Fuck...yes Draco..”

A whimper let your lips at the sudden push and your knuckles turned pale as you gripped tightly onto the marble basin.

“Look at you…” He murmured against your shoulder as he stared ahead into the mirror—his cock pounding in and out of you. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

He let go of your throat and used his hands to hold your hips firmly in place as he fucked you mercilessly.

Every time you two had fucked before this, Draco had constantly reminded himself to be a little gentle with you—but today, he wanted to wreck you.

He wanted you to scream his name in a bittersweet mix of pure pleasure and pain as he fucked you relentlessly.

“More...Draco...oh..fuck…yes.”

Beads of tears started to slip out of your eyes and you started to squirm—clenching him inside of you as your started to feel your orgasm approach.

“Don’t.” He growled digging his nails into the flesh at your hips. “Don’t fucking come just yet.”

You winced when he slipped himself out before carrying you back to his room where he sat down at the edge of the bed—positioning you on his lap with your legs on either side as he slipped back into you.

Draco let you adjust to the new position for a few seconds as you gripped his shoulders as you moved your hips, slowly riding his cock.

“My perfect little slut.” He sighed cupping your face in his hands as you continued to move against him.

After letting you ride him for a little longer, he gripped your hips and started to pound into you making your tits bounce up and down.

“Feels so good Draco—feels so fucking good. Oh god yes.”

With one hand on your arse and his mouth attached to your nipple Draco kept thrusting into you till the room was filled with the sound of your screams mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the sound rain splattering against the window glass.

“Fuck y/n...your cunt is so perfect, you take me so fucking good..god.”

“Harder…”

“So good when you clench me in like that... fuck y/n..I need to fucking fill you up…”

“Draco please..don’t fucking stop...oh..I’m so close..”

You always submitted to him so easily, he enjoyed the control he had over you.

But your sweet moans, the way your lips moved when you sighed his name was enough to make him weak for you.

You were completely oblivious to the power you held over him.

He loved you.

And he wanted to say the words out loud over and over again.

“I love—I love being inside you..I have missed you so much” He said instead.

“Draco I’m—I’m fucking cumming.” You whined as he continued to move his hips.

“Let go. Fucking cum y/n. Cum with me.”

You let your head fall against his shoulders and dug your nails into his biceps as you succumbed to your orgasm.

He soon followed, painting your walls with his release as he murmured sweet nothings into your skin.

You held each other close as you both recovered from your highs and and when he eventually fell asleep you whispered into his ear.

I’ll be thinking of you too Malfoy.

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29th December

Once glimpse of the calendar and all the feelings you had shoved into a deep dark part of your mind trickled out in the form of tears.

Silent tears.

The kind of tears you cry when the silence of the night gets unbearable.

The kind where you suppress the sound of your wail and hopelessly try and mute any kind of sniffle by pressing your face hard into the pillow because you don’t want to wake anyone up.

Silent tears are the most painful of tears when mixed with the sound of the clock ticking.

For some bizarre reason, every second gets more prolonged than the other.

You had tried to hold it together for days. You tried to pretend like Draco’s engagement didn’t bother you.

But it did.

You turned your head on your very damp pillow and eyed the pack of smokes on your night stand. Draco had left when he came to drop off your present.

On an impulse, You stepped out of your bed as your trembling fingers reached for the 25 pack of expensive looking cigarettes.

The second you opened the box, the slight scent of nicotine wafted up your nose and you slowly placed a cigarette at the corner of your chapped and dry lips and lit it up.

Like always, you coughed and wheezed the second you inhaled.

You hated how it felt.

But you loved how close you suddenly felt to Draco.

In a twisted kind of way, It felt like you were submerged in his presence again.

Your lips tasted like they had been kissed by him again.

The more you inhaled the better it felt.

In a fucked up kind of way, The word felt right again.

And slowly, the night faded into morning as one cigarette turned into another.

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30th December

Pansy had flooed to your hour the minute she received a letter last night in your drunken handwriting talking about how amazing cigarettes were and how pretty Astoria was.

With a mug filled to the brim with tea in between her hands, she rested her back against the armchair in your room, tilting her head to get a better look at you.

Your face was pressed sideways against the pillow and she could tell you’d been crying by the dried mascara stains on your cheeks.

A half smoked cigarette was pressed into the makeshift ashtray that you’d made out of your bedside table making Pansy wonder if she’d ever seen you this miserable.

Your duvet was barely covering your shoulders and just as Pansy was standing up to pull them up, your bedroom door creaked open.

“I just wanted to drop something off.” Draco mumbled almost like he was talking to himself as he took a step into the room—hand in his blazer pocket.

Pansy didn't say a word as she watched Draco with her eyes narrowed. She observantly watched him pull out a tiny box from his pocket and mumble a spell to restore it to its original size.

“What are those?”

“Assorted sweets.” He said softly, with his gaze not leaving your sleeping form once. “She wouldn’t stop talking about exploding bonbons the other night at the pub.”

Pansy heaved out a sigh as she watched Draco place the box of sweets on your bedside table before reaching to gently push away your hair from your face.

“Don’t get me wrong Draco, but you really shouldn’t be here right now.”

His weary eyes flickered as he turned to look questioningly at Pansy—retreating his hand from your face.

“You are getting engaged tomorrow—look at her, look at the state she is in. She won’t say it out loud but It’s clearly killing her.”

As much as Draco hated agreeing with Pansy, she was right.

Even while asleep, you looked worn out and restless with your eyebrows scrunched up indicating tension.

He wasn’t even going to get himself started on the cigarettes and wine bottles on your night stand.

“Will you let her know that I came by?” He looked half expectantly at Pansy who gave him an apologetic smile in return. “Never mind I guess.”

As Draco reluctantly backed away from you, Blaise’s words lingered in his mind.

What is holding you back Malfoy?

(To be continued...)

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Part 6: Final Chapter Preview:

The Malfoy Manor was being decorated and every little detail of the decor screamed nothing but aristocratic, pristine, perfect.

It was like everything was just a futile attempt to conceal the dullness, loneliness and the fucked up pure blood traditions hiding deep within the manor walls.

Much like his so-called arrangement with Astoria that seemed so perfect on paper.

Pure blood families, rich family history, old money.

What could go wrong right?..

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