#Mac n squeeze toy

[traveler-at-heart]

Secrets

Summary: You try to keep your relationship a secret!

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

It was fun at first.

The thrill of sneaking around, secret glances, hidden touches. It had been quite a ride to get to where you were with Natasha, and knowing how the team could be, you both wanted to keep your relationship to yourselves, at least for a little while.

One of your secret spots were the stairs. With a building so big, it was natural that everyone took the elevator. It was the perfect place to meet the redhead and more often than not, the conversation progressed into an intense make out session that left you breathless.

“Is the elevator broken?” Steve asks as you come back from one of your little escapades. You jump at his presence, your mind still thinking about the feeling of Natasha’s lips on yours.

“Uh… no. It’s working just fine. I like to take the stairs to… exercise”

“That’s a nice idea. Maybe I’ll try it one of these days” he nods.

Cap and his obliviousness, sweet old man. He has no idea you’re all flushed for reasons that have nothing to do with coming up the steps.

Still, you think nothing of it. He was probably trying to be nice when he said it was a good idea. The next day, when you’re lost in Natasha, intoxicated by her supple lips and the way they move against your own, you miss the sound of heavy footsteps and an off key whistle.

“Crap” Natasha is the first to react, breaking apart. You turn to look down, Steve taking the steps two at a time.

Fit bastard.

“Morning!” he says, too happy for your liking.

“Oh, hi, we were just…”

“We?” he echoes, and you look around. No trace of Natasha.

“I mean, me. I was just taking a break. I think I’ll go back to taking the elevator”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit agitated. Nothing to worry, Cap”

Steve nods and smiles.

“I told everyone about your great idea. I think people will start using the stairs more”

“Oh, that’s just peachy”

Once again, he is oblivious to your actual feelings. After he’s gone, Natasha jumps from behind the staircase.

“Jesus, how did you manage to do that so quickly”

“Well, you always have to be ready for a quick escape, detka”

Natasha leans forward and pecks your lips, but before she can do anything else, you drag her back to the hallway.

“You heard Cap. Our secret spot is no longer secret”

—

So far, you haven’t found a decent replacement for the stairs, except for a supply closet. And by God, you are not that desperate.

As you cook dinner, Natasha comes up behind you, and you relax against her.

“I’ve missed you” she says against your shoulder, placing small kisses that tickle you.

“I missed you too, love”

A hand goes around your middle and she toys with the hem of your shirt, lips kissing your neck, and that sweet spot behind your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Nat” you moan, and you don’t know if you want her to stop or keep going.

Yelena answers that for you as she steps inside, eyes widening. You draw blank, because honestly, how can you explain this?

Natasha takes matters into her own hands, literally, as she hugs you and pretends to do the Heimlich maneuver.

“She’s choking” Natasha says and Yelena scrambles around.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, please don’t die”

The redhead pretends to help you, squeezing your middle and you cough.

“I think I’m…”

Unfortunately, the blonde is too freaked out and pushes Natasha away, thinking she’s helping you.

As she presses against your sternum, you are suddenly out of breath and you swear you can feel your ribs cracking.

“Ok, I’m fine, Yelena, thanks” you break free of her hold, sure that your sides will be bruised next morning.

Yelena doesn’t let you cook anymore, so you end up with a dinner of mac and cheese, and Natasha’s sister sitting in the middle while you three watch tv.

“I’m sorry” Natasha says when her sister gets up to grab another soda.

“Just for the record, this isn’t the type of choking I had in mind”

—

“They’re gonna be here any minute” you say against Natasha’s shoulder.

“I know” she bites your neck and you sink further into her lap.

The Quinjet, out of all places is where you find some privacy. The rest of the team will join shortly, as you have a recon mission.

But you can’t keep your hands to yourself and you end up naked, straddling Natasha’s lap as she moves her fingers inside of you.

“God, you look so pretty like this” she says against your chest.

“Nat, more” you plead. It’s too much and too little at the same time. She listens, moving her hand faster and your hips match her pace.

“God. Yes” you collapse in her arms.

“Request to open gate” FRIDAY informs and you curse, because you want more than a second to catch your breath.

Sneaking around is getting old now.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up” Natasha says, helping you up. She looks proud when your legs shake.

“Shut up” you say, which only makes her smile wider.

While the team enters the Quinjet, you go back to the bathroom with Nat as you hurriedly put your suits on.

“Red? Y/N?” Tony calls for you.

“Here” you raise your arm, feeling a bit tense. Maybe you pulled a muscle.

Stark nods your way and starts the Quinjet, while Steve goes over the plan with everyone else. You stay seated, vaguely aware that something feels different but you can’t tell what it is.

“Be careful” Natasha says when you part ways, squeezing your hand.

Your job is to keep an eye on the guards at the south gate and stop them if they are called to attack the intel team.

Which unfortunately does happen, so you run to shoot, kick and punch at every one of them.

There are two guards left, and as you reach for your gun, something incredibly unexpected happens.

Your suit opens right in the front, revealing your red lacy bra.

“What the fuck” you shout, looking down.

The guard in front of you opens his mouth, completely enthranced by your cleavage.

“New strategy?” Tony flies over, knocking him down. He sends the last man standing across the room.

“No! I don’t know what happened!”

You try to cover but the leather is not giving in.

“Ok, well. We’re done here so you can put all that” he gestures to your chest. “Back in the Quinjet”

Rolling your eyes, and with your arms crossed in front of you, you walk back to the jet.

As you lock eyes with Natasha, you finally notice how her own suit is loose on the shoulders.

You switched when you were getting dressed.

“I like this new look” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and Natasha sends a widow bite straight to his ass.

“Oops” she shrugs her shoulders as he glares.

Feeling a little better after that, you go inside and find a t-shirt to cover up.

When you leave the bathroom, everyone is silent.

“Ok, it’s not like you all haven’t seen boobs before. So get over yourselves. Except Steve, he gets a pass” you bark at them.

“I’ve seen boobs before” he tries to say but no one pays attention.

Natasha stays silent and you think she might be upset or reconsidering this whole thing.

You expect the worse as you land and she leads you back to your room.

“Nat…”

The redhead holds her finger up, taking your shirt off and sinking her face in your breasts.

“Really?”

“Mine” she grumbles, her hands squeezing possessively.

Well, at least some good came out of it.

—

The atmosphere is tense.

Clint, Wanda, Peter and you are playing Jenga.

Honestly, you are the one at a disadvantage here. With Clint’s aim and the enhanced individuals, you don’t stand a chance.

The way Natasha looks at you from across the room doesn’t help either.

It’s been a few days since you were together. Fury called her for an urgent mission and you had to resist the urge to sneak into the Quinjet and beg her to fuck you against the console.

And now, she’s back and you can’t wait for the night to wrap up so you can wrap your legs around her while she eats your…

“Gah!” Wanda screeches, knocking over the tower. “My mind, my eyes”

Crap.

“Wanda, a word?” you plead, dragging her out of the living room while Clint and Peter stare.

“You” she slaps your arm. “And you” she glares at Natasha as she approaches, pushing you both to her room.

“Sorry, we are keeping it a secret for now”

“But your thoughts are so loud” she massages her temples, clearly distraught. “I was so focused on the game and still I could hear everything, see everything”

“Sorry” you grimace. “Do you think you could… not tell anyone? For a bit”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very eager to pretend none of this happened”

“Thanks, Wanda” Natasha says and the girl nods.

“It’s nice to see you both happy. Just try to keep your thoughts to yourselves”

“We’ll try”

Wanda nods, walking out. Natasha’s quick to push you against the wall, eyes darkened by lust.

“Wanna tell me what was on your mind?”

“Can you at least wait for me to leave the hallway?!” Wanda screams from outside.

“You have ten seconds, Maximoff”

“Thanks, I hate you”

—

You figure a little distance from everyone will do you good.

So, you get tickets to a Yankees game and spend the day in the city with Natasha.

Even if you are only a half hour away from the Compound, among the sea of people, no one looks at you when you hold her hand, or share a kiss in the middle of your walk.

“This is nice” you smile, bringing her hand to your lips.

The first half of the game is slow, but you enjoy the time eating popcorn and making comments with Natasha about the score.

During the break, several people in the audience are featured in the screens. A girl chugs an entire beer while the crowd goes wild.

“Damn” you laugh, but the next image you see is you, next to Natasha.

The kiss cam.

“No, we’re fine” you wave your arms and the crowd boos. “Ok, not nice!”

“Don’t be such a baby” she smiles, pulling you closer.

“Pretty sure Steve and Bucky are watching the game back home”

“You jump, I jump” she leans forward, allowing you to decide if you wanna do this or not. As your lips meet in a short kiss, everyone starts clapping and cheering you on.

“Are you sure about what we just did?”

“Very. I’m tired of hiding. You make me happy. What’s wrong with that?” Natasha says and you smile against her lips.

“You are so getting lucky tonight”

But before you can kiss her again, both of your phones go crazy with texts from everyone on the team.

Tony: Is this why Wanda asked me for a way to erase her memory?

Sam: Now I know why you electrocuted my ass, Red!

Wanda: DONT COME NEAR ME

“Still think we made the right call?” you roll your eyes as the texts keep coming.

“Absolutely, detka” she says before kissing you softly.

Yeah. It’s gonna be ok.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff fluff

[bratzforchris]

Loving Luke

a list of headcanons about luke being autistic and loving him for him in honor of disability pride month<3

some of these headcanons came from my wonderful friend @cthheaven :) go follow them for cool stuff!

DISCLAIMER: i am in no way saying or assuming luke is autistic/neurodivergent. as an auDHDer, i find it comforting to relate things in my everyday life to my favorite people. if you'd prefer to not see this content, please keeping scrolling. and with that, onward!

❊ loves tight or "squeeze" hugs

❊ has multiple weighted blankets. some of them have built in heating pads or massage settings

❊ wears lots of jewelry to interviews so he has a built-in stim toy when he starts feeling overwhelmed

❊ likes to do vocal stims. he often uses the techniques he uses in vocal warm ups to stim.

❊has an oral fixation, so fun chewlry is a must

❊is quite sentimental. he has a large box of all the birthday cards and little trinkets people have given him over the years

❊sometimes needs reminders to eat/drink water/use the bathroom if he's entranced by his special interests

❊has petunia as his service animal. when he gets overstimulated, she'll lay her head in his lap for some deep pressure therapy or rub against his legs for some comfort

❊sometimes he struggles to understand your tone. he'll look at his feet and blush and ask you what mean

❊asks you to learn ASL with him because he often goes nonverbal after shows/interviews because of the pressure and overstimulation

❊rocking stims. luke rocks forwards and backwards when he's stressed, when he's watching his favorite show, and even when he's riding in the car

❊loves the beach but despises the sand. once he reaches the ocean and is able to splash around, he's very happy, but walking through the sand to get there is hell

❊uses noise canceling ear buds/plugs because he's still slightly insecure about using headphones since he's in the public eye so much

❊some of his special interests include dogs, all types of music, surfing, and coffee (yes, a drink can be a special interest :))

❊needs to hold something to make his body feel balanced when he sleeps, which means all the comfort stuffies. when you first come over, he tries to hide them from you because he's embarrassed, but you gently reassure him that it's okay

❊has fidget toys everywhere. even in the bathroom

❊very shy around new people. he was always the "weird kid" at school, so it takes some getting used to to make sure people are nice

❊adores when you send him pictures/articles/tiktoks related to his special interests

❊struggles with regulating his emotions, so there's lots of teary and meltdown moments

❊gets tummy aches a lot. between often being anxious and the fact that lots of autistic people are comorbid with gastrointestinal issues, luke spends a lot of time curled up on the couch with you rubbing his belly and a heating pad

❊loves the visual stims that come from doing his makeup. using the fun colors and the way the glitter catches the light fills his heart with autistic joy

❊uses laundry sheets with a soft scent so his clothes don't bother him

❊is an adventurous eater, but still has his safe foods. these include dairy free mac n cheese, graham crackers, and strawberries

that's all for now! if you wanna see a part 2, let me know! happy disability pride month loves 🩵

#luke hemmings #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #fanfic #5sos #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #5sos x reader #5sos fic #5sos hq #5sos imagine #5sos fluff #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos blurb #5sosfam #actually autism #actually audhd #actually autistic #disabilties #disability #disability pride #autism #audhd

[sherifftillman]

thinking about autistic!eddie again (advance warning: posting from mobile rn bc my wifi provider is down and i have typed readmore between colons but whether that works is another matter, soz in advance if it doesn't)

eddie who can't function without his emotional support tangle toy. wayne practically has stock in chewy charm manufacturers based on how many eddie goes through

eddie who doesn't just infodump about dnd and metal and fantasy genre stuff with people he feels safe around, he shares EVERYTHING he loves with his friends. he'll find things he likes the texture of and rub it against his friends' cheeks so they get to feel it too! and he'll point out other phenomena that makes him happy, like seeing multiple cars drive past, one after the other, that are all the same colour. or he'll try to make words/sentences up out of license plates to cheer his friends up, bc that's always something that gets him out of a funk. or he'll make everyone boxed mac n cheese when they visit the trailer bc that's his favourite meal

eddie whos number one detention reason is "talking back" but really its just that certain teachers trigger his echolalia and he can't help but repeat what they say, its not his fault they take offence to it. the second reason is "being disruptive" but again, it's not his fault that they're so unengaging that he has no choice but to stim. hollowing his cheeks out and flicking them so they make a sound. tapping each of his rings against the table in sequence, getting in even more trouble when they stop him mid-sequence bc sure, he'll stop, but only when he gets to the end of the pattern bc why would you stop anywhere else?

eddie who everyone thinks must be slimy n grimy but who has a Very Specific hygiene routine so his hair and skin never feel gross. he also has to keep his nails as short as possible, if he can see more than a sliver of white on his fingernails, he clips them and picks them and chews them until they're gone again

eddie who bases almost everything on his autistic intuition, which the others try and tell him is just him trying to justify avoiding social situations but it always eventually comes out that eddie was right to avoid the people he got bad vibes from

eddie who wears layers on layers no matter what the weather bc pressure relief keeps him the most grounded. jeff gives him the best squeezes whenever he needs them

eddie who LOVES parallel play. like everyone could be playing a one-shot that gareth has been planning for weeks now, and even though eddie gets overstimulated as a player (hence why he's a forever dm) he's more than happy to sit at the table and read while everyone else plays

eddie who is "failing" math even though its his most favourite subject bc even though he gets the answer right, the way he works it out isn't the curriculum's way

eddie who maladaptive daydreams this perfect world in which corroded coffin make it big, they're out here headlining festivals and selling out tours, but sometimes that's his own worst enemy bc one of the others suggest something for the band, it doesn't fit in his fake storyline so he can't picture it working out, even though all the others think it's a good idea. he eventually lets them, but it takes him a while to work this new thing into the Big Picture in his head

#eddie munson #tism tag #autistic!eddie

[colored-comas]

are there any autistic characters if so what are their safe foods,what are their special interest and how do they sims/what is their favorite stim - bun

Ah! The entire writing team is autistic, we met in our special education class in school, so a lot of our characters are autistic. This question has absolutely made my day, thank you so much.

Now let's get started -

Adam, the main character, is autistic and while he doesn't necessarily have any direct safe foods, we do write him having sushi quite often. They don't have many food issues with texture and taste, surprisingly. Adams special interest is music, and they create their own music as well, it's a big part of his character development. As for stims? Hes most commonly vocal stimming, which causes his friends to poke or mess with different parts of their body like a soundboard. He also does a lot with his face, like scrunching or just nose and lip twitching, like a bunny.

Star, keeping true to his catboy self, their safe food might also be sushi or something fish related. Though, he does have issues with anything that holds any type of incredibly strong scent. As for special interest? Definitely Fire Emblem, which is due to his writer projecting themself onto the character. Stimming for him is usually compression based, weighted or big stuffed animals they can hold and hug or squeeze. For example, they have a rather large cat plushie in their work office. The plush takes up half of his entire desk space.

Ty definitely has clear answers to this which is almost surprising. His safe foods are steak, or other harder to chew meats. Hes over-half dragon, so chewing food is a battlefield unless its tough, he bites his own mouth a lot. Special interest? Minecraft mobs, his dragon appearance is very similar to the ender dragon, and his daughters resemble endermen, so he has strong love for those mobs. His favorite forms of stimming are all related to his wings and flapping them, or flying.

Barney is the easiest answer so far. Safe food is eggs, special interest is nature and life on earth, and his stims are usually full body stims like little bounces or rocking. They have very animated body language.

Mike is harder to answer for, as they are a system and have many different opinions. So I'll just answer for their main host, his safe food is apples or pork - which is the type of meat to most resemble human. His special interest in specifically in The Flash, alongside the human brain and its functions. His biggest and favorite forms of stimming is biting things or chewing on things. They have razor sharp teeth, so navigating those ways of stimming can be hard, as a joke one day - someone bought them a hard dog chew toy. They loved it.

Rory is easy as well, his safe food is anything pineapple or mango flavored or any kinds of tree nuts. Their special interest is minecraft, specifically the command blocks and redstone, they are the most talented in those areas and usually set up those things on the groups servers. He also has an interest in psychology, and went to college for that. For a baby-faced boy, they can be scarily good at analyzing people and calling them out. As for his stimming, definitely elongated vocal stims or big body stims like rocking.

Max, my character, is very similar to me in this case. His safe food is very simple, kraft mac n cheese. Because that is the best thing ever in my own opinion. He has an absolutely awful gag reflex, and can't handle anything with odd textures. His special interest is in ARGs or decoding things, because of this he really likes Gravity Falls. Stimming for him is usually harmful, but he does do a form of hand flaps, instead of open palms he does fists. Yes, he has accidentally punched his own leg or face. And yes, all of this is based on or taken from myself.

And because I don't want this post to get to long, I'll give one more character but please know that you can ask for any of them from the list and I will answer that if they're one of our many autistic characters!

Finally, Andrew is autistic. His safe foods are very simple, either crackers or chicken nuggets. He has a special interest in coding, like making little websites or coding things into games like mods. His stims are always very pressure based, weighted blankets or tight hugs from his boyfriend.

#asks #light hearted tag #;; character info #adam☀️ #star🌟 #ty🕸️ #barney💜 #mike⚡ #rory🌧️ #max🔥 #andy🧡 #nrfti #autistic positivity #autistic community #autistic representation #autistic characters #original characters

[sugarcause]

🔞 scaramouche crying

includes: scaramouche precis: almost all of the fatui wore masks, whether or not it was seen physically. and oh did you love seeing his fall apart. take note of: rough sex, anal sex, crying, dacryphilia, creampie, semi-public sex, sub!bottom!scaramouche, dom!top!reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms reader gender: gn (but reader penetrates sir mouche) voice mail: thankyu anon for your idea < 3 wrote this while eating kraft mac n' cheese kinda short, sorry :((

scaramouche was knows for being ruthless and condescending to basically anyone he interacted with. colleague or subordinate, everyone was the same to him. well, everyone but you.

people call him intimidating, but to you he was submissive. to others, he was stone cold, but for you, he fell apart easily. in short, you saw a whole other side of him. one you didn't plan to share with anyone else.

you have to consider scaramouche's build was pretty small. his body was lithe and slim. that was accompanied by his extreme sensitivity, which you loved as it made him easy to toy with. overstimulating him was no trouble and he looked absolutely adorable when he cried. there was just something so arousing about breaking someone who everyone saw as untouchable.

currently, you were in his office, it had been a while since he rudely dismissed his lackeys. he was sitting on his desk with his legs wrapped around your waist.

''a-ah! h-harder i-'' scaramouche moaned. tears running down his cheeks. you two had been going at it for a while and he had already orgasmed, but he was insatiable.

you twisted and fondled with his nipples as he moaned even louder. you kept thrusting into him as he sniffled, his face flushed. both of you covered in a layer of sweat, unminding of anything else going on.

''aw... you look so cute when you cry, baby. imagine if the others saw you like this, especially childe...'' you teased.

he whined loudly as you continue to pound his prostate, his vision blurry and all he could see was an outline of your figure. all he could think about was how good you felt inside him, how perfect this was, and how absolutely broken you've made him.

never in his life did he imagine he would submit to someone like you, especially in this way. now here he was crying pathetically due to his sensitivity.

oh god, he was cumming again.

''ah! cu-cumming! d-don't stop!'' he yelled as he squirted over his stomach. your thrusts remained relentless, if not harder.

''shouldn't i punish you? cumming without my permission? that's not something good boys do.'' you asked.

he didn't respond, only moaning with his tongue out. he was overstimulated and out of it.

he truly looked like a mess. red eye make-up smeared as tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. he was so overwhelmed with what he felt, it was all too much and he couldn't hold his whimpering back, even if he bit his lips.

you squeezed his cheeks in between your hands and brought his face up to force him to look up to you. ''answer me.'' you demanded, staring into his teary eyes.

he seemed to gain some sort of awareness, ''i-i'm a good boy... p-please don't stop... it just feels to good!'' he wailed, begging.

his subservience was the breaking point for you.

you grabbed onto his hips tightly as you guided his body to move forward in time with your thrusts, fucking into him roughly. his hole only squeezing onto your cock tighter and his tears kept flowing freely. he looked absolutely wrecked and destroyed.

you felt yourself approach climax.

''going to cum in your tight hole baby'' you muttered as scaramouche's nails dug into your back, pulling you closer.

''m-me too.. going to cum again!'' he groaned, burying his head into your shoulder.

with one final thrust, you spilled inside him as he quivered and came with a yell, his senses were overcome with the feeling of intense pleasure. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he panted heavily.

his tears fell as he blinked and you leaned forward to kiss them away.

''c'mon, let's get you all cleaned up.''. you said softly as you pulled out. honestly, you don't think the words registered, considering how fucked out he was.

almost spelled moans and moanas < 3

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #bottom genshin #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #dom reader #top reader #bottom scaramouche #sub scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x male reader

[seokjinsonlyone]

in which jk is your baby...

a/n: it's him ...... he <333 was weighing heavy on my mind and thus this was born

“Hey, hey, hey. Can you move that?”

“Move what?”

“The cup.” You’d been wanting to move it for a while, but it was just out of reach and you were lazy. You’d contemplated asking Jungkook like six times, but it was right in front of you and asking him to get up seemed too much of a diva move even for you. He was already up now, though.

“Why?”

“The straw’s throwing off my vision. Can’t get my eyes to focus right.”

He snorted, shaking his head lightly, backtracking a few steps to move the cup out of your field of vision.

“Thank you.” He hummed in response, about to continue his journey when a swell of emotions swept through your chest that had you calling back out to him. “Wait.”

He turned around, raising his eyebrows at you in question.

“Come here.” You beckoned him closer with your hand. As soon as he was within reach, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his. You pulled back after a few seconds, wanting to try your hand at committing his face to memory. You gently swept the hair away from his eyes while bringing your other hand to the back of his neck. He was so handsome and so cute and so yours. He was your baby and you loved him so much.

He nudged his nose against yours. “You good?”

“Mhm.” He attempted to pull back at your assurance, but you kept him locked in place. “Wait. One more.” He obliged, kissing you once again and almost instantly you found yourself lost in him and the light pressure he was applying to your lips. So much so that you couldn’t help the whine that bubbled forth when instead of deepening the kiss as you tried to do, he slowed it down until he was finally free from you. “Kook, where are you going?” you stressed, tugging on his sleeve as he tried to exit again.

He breathed out an incredulous laugh. “I’ve been trying to go to the bathroom for the past five minutes.” You pouted, bottom lip protruding outwards before you had a chance to logically consider the situation. He swiped his thumb across it, tucking it back in, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll only be a minute, I promise.”

You nodded, finally releasing your grip on him. You could feel a pressure building in your chest, eyes beginning to sting. Your heart was burgeoning with an onslaught of feelings. You felt like the epicenter of a star. Admiration, infatuation, like, and respect, all swirling and fusing together to produce this sudden intense wave of love so strong you really thought you would die in his absence. The aftermath of your supernova was gonna be all over the living room.

It felt silly. You’d been side by side all day. You curled up on one end of the couch, him curled up on the other end having a Transformers marathon and now you were about to lose it because he needed to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t that serious. You rolled over, face planted in the couch cushions willing yourself to get a grip. You weren’t going to cry.

A hand on your back signaled his return. “Baby?” Goosebumps followed the path of his fingers along your spine. You sniffled, pushing the lump in your throat down, before sitting up coming face to face with him once again. He had a dumb little amused smile on his face because he knew you got like this sometimes. Knew you got overwhelmed with just how much you felt for him. But, he let you have it. Reveled in it really because his needy moments came much more frequently than yours did. He sat on your right side, pulled you into him, your face rested in his neck, and squeezed until you felt the knot in your chest loosen and you could breathe again. The skin on skin contact did wonders to help ground you, but you removed yourself when he started laying back. “What?”

You pouted. “I wanna hold you.”

Your boyfriend was blissfully pliant. His hands dropped from your body as he waited for you to lay back instead. They reattached themselves once he was sure you were settled comfortably, one arm wrapped around you and the other at your side toying with your fingers. His head nestled in between your boobs momentarily, kissing just before the swell of each one before turning his attention back to the movie playing on the tv.

You carded your hands through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, finally feeling at ease again. “Mmm,” he moaned out after a few minutes. “Feels so good. You’re gonna make me fall asleep.”

“You can,” you told him, stretching your neck forward and placing a kiss on top of his head.

“Mmkay.” He was already starting to lose consciousness. “Can you-“ he paused to yawn, “can you pause the movie? I still wanted to finish it.”

“Yeah. I’ll watch the Bernie Mac show until you wake up.”

“Thank you. Love you.”

You pressed another kiss to his head as his breathing evened out, soft snores beginning to fill the spaces the dialogue from the tv failed to reach, then sighed contentedly. “Love you too.”

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[venusiangguk]

gold rush | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 5k+

>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy

>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~

>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.

Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.

you :

hi

i’m touching myself rn

Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.

koo 🥴:

hi

pics ? 🥺

You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.

you :

no way

wyd rn ??

koo 🥴:

:(

why not

i’m at dinner w my team

jimin and tae say hi

-insert pic-

You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.

you:

tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌

Immediately he responds.

koo 🥴:

they said only if u send me pics 😌

You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.

you:

you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄

koo 🥴:

ur in my shirt while jerking off ?

😩 🤌 🏻

pics PLASE

PLEASE**

You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.

“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.

“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.

His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”

You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”

He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”

You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!

“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.

You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.

Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.

“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.

He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”

You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.

He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.

Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”

He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”

You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.

“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”

You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.

“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”

You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.

“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.

“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.

Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”

You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”

He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”

“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.

And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.

You pull up the hub.

~~~

Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.

At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.

He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”

“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.

You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.

He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.

“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”

He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”

You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”

“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.

“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”

“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”

You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.

“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.

You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.

“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.

You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.

“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.

“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.

He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”

You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”

Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.

“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.

He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.

“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.

You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.

“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.

He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.

“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.

He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.

“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.

“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.

He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.

“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.

You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.

You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.

He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.

He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.

“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.

He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.

The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.

“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.

His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.

Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.

“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.

You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.

“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.

“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.

Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.

He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.

“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.

“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.

He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.

He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”

You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.

He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.

“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.

You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.

You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.

“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.

“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.

“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.

You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.

“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.

“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”

“Jeongguk wait,” You say.

“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.

“I wanna eat your ass next time.”

“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.

You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”

All you get in response is a soft snore.

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and there it is! let me know if u want me to finish and post the whole thing! comments and feedback are appreciated!

part 2 here!

part 3 here!

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[watchmegetobsessed]

TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Two (Harry Styles)

a/n: you guys thank you so much for all the love you’ve showed part one!! 🥺 im so happy you like the story! i wanted to post part two a little later, in the weekend but i got so happy for all the reactions that i decided to move it earlier so here it is! i’ll try to update soon, the longest it will take is one week probably. im working on my thesis and have a lot of school work so please be patient with me! feedback is very much welcomed, as always, your reactions and comments mean so much to me!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce

word count: 10.4k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

Pulling Izzy out of daycare dramatically lessened the amount of time she could spend with her friends, so the situation needs extra attention on her socializing. You’ve been trying to take her to the park as much as possible so she could meet with kids her age and Harry has been arranging a lot of playdates for her with her friends from daycare.

When you come back from meeting your brother for lunch on a Sunday, you are greeted with not two, but eight little feet running around the living room, many of Izzy’s toys have been brought downstairs and the coffee table is filled with fruits, snacks and drinks for the kids. You know the two little guests, it’s Yara and Zac, the three of them were like a little gang back when Izzy was attending daycare. Yara’s moms and Zac’s mom are sitting on the terrace, letting the kids roam around freely, Harry is in the kitchen preparing some sandwiches for the guests when you arrive back.

“Hi, do you need help with anything?” you ask, catching his attention.

“Oh, hi! No I’m fine, thank you. How was lunch with your brother?”

“Great,” you smile at him before leaving him to do whatever he has to do.

“Miss Y/N!” Yara greets you, waving in your way while munching on an apple slice.

“Hello Yara, Zac,” you smile at them before walking out to the terrace to greet the parents. “Hi! Ava, Saige, it’s nice to see you again. And Linda, hello!”

“Y/N, hi! Harry told us you might return soon, so good to see you!” Ava greets you as you join them at the table. They’ve been the nicest parents while you were working at the daycare, though you weren’t the only victim of the closed-minded cowards that got you fired. Ava and Saige have faced quite a lot of backlash for basically daring to be a same-sex couple out in the open. You’ve heard many complaints from other parents about how they don’t want them to pick up their daughter together. Apparently, it’s confusing for the kids to see two women to be the mothers of the same child. Ridiculous.

“I was out having lunch with my brother. How have you been?”

“Things are the same, you know,” Saige shrugs with a scowl. “But your firing has got us thinking about pulling Yara out as well.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah, it’s starting to get really ridiculous. I mean it’s one thing that we get weird looks, but firing you was kind of the last straw,” Ava nods.

“And how have you been here, Y/N? How is working for Harry?” Linda asks.

“Oh, it’s amazing, really. I love taking care of Izzy, she is so easy to handle and I love seeing her learn and grow. And Harry is a great boss, I got really lucky.”

“Lucky indeed!” Ava smirks, making them all laugh as you feel yourself blushing. “Even I sometimes dream about the man,” she adds, keeping her tone down.

“How do you keep your cool?” Linda sighs. “If I had to live with this man, I would go nuts.”

“Well, Izzy keeps me pretty busy, and he is my boss, so…”

“It’s not like HR would be up your ass if you got involved,” Saige shrugs, taking a sip from her iced tea.

You don’t get to react, the kids run out, taking over the playground, Harry arriving right behind them with a plate filled with sandwiches for the guests.

“Ladies, sorry for the wait,” he smiles, placing the food to the table as he joins your little circle.

“Oh Harry, thank you so much!” Ava sighs, grabbing one already. “We were just talking to Y/N about how big of an upgrade it is for her to work here.”

“Is it?” he asks, slightly surprised as he glances over at you.

“I mean, the paycheck is better and it’s clearly a better environment,” you chuckle shrugging.

“I just don’t know why Claire lets those assholes control the place. She is the boss there, she should stand up against them,” Linda scowls.

“She is just trying to avoid confrontation.”

“No, she is afraid they would stop paying the daycare the money, so she is an ass-kisser,” Saige scoffs, making you laugh.

“Well, at least I have Y/N now to take good care of Izzy,” Harry smiles, his eyes meeting yours and you swear your heart skips a beat when he says that he has you.

“Lucky bastard!” Ava throws her hands into the air, making everyone laugh.

Enjoying the company, you stay outside instead of locking yourself up in your room. It’s nice to see the moms occasionally pick on Harry, they surely like to joke about him being a hot single dad, but he usually just blushes and smiles at the compliments. Linda and Zac leave first, then Ava, Saige and Yara head home as well when it’s nearing five in the afternoon. Though Harry tells you to just leave the cleanup for him, you insist on helping.

“Now I feel bad you are working on your day off,” he huffs as you help him around in the kitchen.

“It’s not working,” you roll your eyes. “I live here too, of course I’m gonna help keeping it clean.”

“You know, if your brother ever wants to come over, feel free to invite him.”

“Might take your word, because he is very curious about the place,” you chuckle. Harry smiles as he starts washing the dishes.

“He is welcomed anytime.”

“Thank you.” Putting away the snacks that was left you start drying the dishes while he is washing them, working next to each other in silence. Unlike his usual attire, he is now wearing just a plain white t-shirt with light-washed jeans. “You’re quite the moms’ favorite,” you tease him, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Saige and Ava like to pull my leg, but I know they mean well.”

“They are great people, I always liked them,” you smile glancing at him.

“I remember when I first met them at a parents’ meeting, they spotted how lost I was among all the moms and asked if I wanted to sit with them. Then Izzy became friends with Yara so we met quite a few times.”

“I find it a little funny we never met while I was working at the daycare. Izzy was in my group for almost a year and we just never ran into each other.”

Harry licks his lips before turning his gaze to you, finishing up the dishes and turning the water off.

“I saw you.” Your eyebrows shoot up. How did you not see him?

“Really?”

“Yeah, just a few times. Mostly it was Ruth who picked up Izzy these past few months. I had a huge project that ended just before you started here, so I didn’t have the chance to pick her up that much. But I saw you a few times. You were just always busy with the kids, I guess… you didn’t notice me,” he shrugs, holding his arms on his chest as he leans against the counter.

“It could get pretty intense sometimes even though it was just a daycare,” you chuckle, remembering to all the tantrums and fussy dramas that happened between the kids. Sometimes it felt more like a high school than a daycare, especially when friends were taken and lovestories happened through lunchtimes.

“Daddy! What are we having for dinner?” Izzy runs into the kitchen, tippy-tapping her hands on the counter that she can barely reach.

“Macaroni and cheese.”

“Yes! Maccy cheese!” Izzy cheers throwing her hands into the air. Harry smiles down at her, ruffling her hair and you can’t push down a smile at what she just called mac and cheese.

Harry starts prepping for dinner, he puts on some music that Izzy dances to and though you try to leave them be and enjoy their alone time, Izzy insists you stay and help as well.

“Izzy, let Y/N do what she wants, this is her day off,” Harry warns her, making her pout her lips at you. Not that you would have said no to her, but now you definitely can’t leave.

“It’s alright. I’m happy to help.”

Izzy sits on the counter in a safe distance from the stove, her duty is to watch the pasta cook while Harry takes care of the sauce and you set the table, knowing it won’t take long for the food to be ready.

“Daddy?” Izzy speaks up, tilting her head to the side.

“Yes, baby?”

“I love Maccy cheese. Does mom like it too?”

Harry’s eyes flicker over to you, as if he is embarrassed you caught a moment that shouldn’t have been revealed and you can tell he is still kind of torn how to handle the mentioning of his late wife. You keep a straight face, making yourself busy with cleaning off the counter top. You wouldn’t want to make him think he can’t talk about Maggie in your presence.

“Um, yeah. Mommy loves mac and cheese,” he nods, giving her knees a little squeeze before moving her off the counter to take care of the pasta.

Your eyes meet Harry’s gaze when you bring some water to the table and you can tell he is still thinking about the slip you just heard, but you give him a soft smile, trying your best to assure him nothing bad happened.

Izzy babbles through dinner about everything she did with Yara and Zac today, excited to see them as soon as possible and Harry promises her to arrange a meeting for them in the park sometime next week. You try to help with cleaning up, but Harry doesn’t let you, so pouring yourself a nice glass of wine you sit in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed. After dinner, Harry takes Izzy upstairs to give her a bath and once that’s done she is allowed to play some more in her room.

Harry joins you soon on the couch with a glass of wine as well, seemingly tired from all the socializing he did. Peeking at him while the evening news is playing on the screen, you notice that he is not even paying attention, deep in his thoughts he is pulling on his bottom lip like he always does whenever he is deep in focus. You have a guess what he is thinking about, but you want to give him the time and space to figure out if he is ready to share or not.

“I, uhh—I never really told you why it’s just Izzy and I,” he speaks up and you turn to him with patience, knowing the importance of him bringing it up. “My wife… Maggie, she… We got married about six years ago and then two years later we had Izzy. She was six months old when Maggie…”

He is struggling to find the words, or to just even think about it and you don’t want him to feel like he has to tell you about any of it.

“Harry, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I always feel bad that I don’t talk about her, makes it look like I’m trying to forget about her, but that’s not at all the case, it’s just… hard to think about how long it’s been and I still feel like it was just… last week.”

Harry sniffles and you’re not sure if it’s because he is getting emotional to the point where he is going to start crying or it’s nothing significant, but you feel the urge to assure him about your support. Reaching over you put your hand to his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. His eyes first fall to your hand and then to you, a sense of softness shining back from his green irises as he lets out a shaky breath.

“It was a car accident. She was driving home late night from her sister’s and a drunk driver ran the red light, crashed right into her car. They both were rushed into hospital, but Maggie’s lungs collapsed and she… they couldn’t help her. The guy had surgery and though he broke quite a few bones and had a serious concussion, he survived.”

You have to bite into your bottom lip, already feeling the tears welling in your eyes, but you quickly blink them away. You can only imagine what it’s like to be called and find out your wife was killed because of the dumb mistake of someone else. And to think that Izzy was still so small, Harry was left with a baby and the immense grief so suddenly, it must have been the toughest time he had to go through.

“I’m really sorry, Harry,” you quietly tell him, his eyes flickering up to meet yours and they are glistening from the tears. He just nods, blinking a few times before drinking up his wine.

Before anything else could be said, you hear Izzy running down the stairs, soon throwing herself to the couch, cuddling to Harry’s side.

“Hey baby, want to go to sleep already?” he asks, softly brushing through her hair with his fingers. Izzy nods, blinking sleepily. Harry scoops her into his arms standing up from the couch and he is reaching for his empty glass, but you take it before he could.

“I’ll wash it, don’t worry about it,” you smile at him.

“Thank you,” he breathes out, holding Izzy tight before the two of them disappear upstairs.

You don’t stay out too long yourself either, washing the glasses you let a single tear run down your cheek before quickly wiping it away and heading up to your room.

The past two years you’ve been taking gigs as a photographer more and more, going to weddings, birthday parties, baby showers or anniversaries to snap photos of others’ most precious moments. You are not a professional, nor do you treat yourself as one, but the more events you attended and the more work you put out, the more popular you started to get. Now you have about two bookings every month and you are able to ask for a quite impressive amount of money for a session that people are willing to pay for your pictures.

You’ve been putting off your gigs since you moved into the Styles mansion, wanting to focus on all the changes in your lives, but now that you’ve gotten quite used to your new life one month into it, you are getting back to your usual. This Saturday you’re doing a photoshoot of a soon-to-be-wedded pair who also booked you for their upcoming wedding in a few weeks. It’s kind of an engagement photoshoot since they couldn’t do one when they got engaged months ago, but they didn’t want to miss out on the chance to do one before they official tie the knot.

Harry and Izzy are planning to go to the zoo today, something she’s been begging to do for weeks now and Harry finally gave in, so all three of you are going to be quite busy today. The photoshoot takes place at this fancy, mid-century styled café the couple chose, so you decide to dress up yourself a little too. Putting on a maroon colored pencil skirt that hugs your hips and waist tight, you tuck into it a white silky blouse, making you appear like some kind of eyecandy assistant straight out of a Hollywood movie, especially with your low bun, which is less for the look but more for practicality, since you don’t like it when your hair gets caught in the straps of your camera.

Swinging your camera bag to one shoulder and your handbag to the other one, your camera hanging from your neck, you head downstairs, rushing a little because you’re short on time already. Izzy is sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island while Harry is packing them some lunch and snacks for the day.

“Oh! Y/N, you look so pretty!” Izzy beams at you when you near the corner. She is dangling her legs playfully, her piggy tails curling adorably on each sides of her head. Harry’s head snaps up and his lips part upon spotting you.

“Thank you, Sunshine,” you smile at her, caressing her cheek, tickling her a little that makes her giggle.

“Where are you going?” she asks curiously.

“Izzy, don’t question her all the time, that’s not too nice,” Harry warns her, but you just shake your head.

“It’s alright. I have a photoshoot today. I have to take pictures of a couple that’s going to get married soon,” you explain to her and Harry’s ears perk up, eyeing the camera that’s hanging from your neck.

“I didn’t know you are a photographer,” Harry hums, closing the cooler.

“Well, I’m not a professional, but I’ve been doing photoshoots here and there.”

“That’s amazing!” he smiles warmly.

“Thanks. Well, I gotta go because I’m running a little late. Have fun at the zoo!” you smile, at them before walking out. You reach the front door but stop for a moment to read the text the bride has sent you letting you know they are running a little late as well. That’s when you hear the conversation between Harry and Izzy coming from the kitchen.

“She looked so pretty!” Izzy sighs. You expect Harry to just hum or ignore her words, but for your surprise, he answers her.

“Yeah, she really does.”

You blush like a teenage girl, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest as you smile, walking out of the house.

The father-daughter duo is still out when you get home later. You make yourself a tea and sit out to the terrace with your computer, starting to edit the photos right away so you can send then over to the couple as soon as possible. They turned out pretty good, you love the colorful vibe the café had and it went well with the pair’s outfits.

You get so into editing that you don’t even notice Harry and Izzy arriving home, just when the sliding door opens and Izzy runs up to you, holding a stuffed animal that appears to be an otter.

“Y/N, look what daddy got me!” she cheers holding up the toy.

“Oh my god, it’s really cute!” You pull her to sit on your lap as she hugs the toy, clearly happy to have a new addition to her already existing army. Harry walks out with a bottle of water and a glass. Joining the two of you at the table, he pours some water for Izzy and makes her drink it.

“We spent an entire hour watching the otters,” he chuckles, brushing Izzy’s hair out of her face as she chugs the water down.

“Can’t blame you, they are really cute,” you chuckle. Izzy puts the empty glass down and hops off your lap before announcing that she is gonna show her new toy around in the backyard before running away from you.

“Are those… the pictures from today?” Harry shyly asks, eyeing your laptop’s screen.

“Oh, yeah. Wanted to get a headstart on editing,” you nod turning it so he can have a better look. “Want to see what I got so far?”

“Of course!” he nods smiling.

You click through the photos you’ve already edited, there are about ten in total and you’re quite satisfied with how they turned out to be.

“Wow, they look… really good, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you smile blushing a little.

“What events do you usually do?”

“Mostly weddings and engagement shoots, birthdays, these kinds of stuff.”

“It’s really amazing,” he nods smiling.

“I… Hope you won’t be mad but I’ve shot a few pictures of Izzy too these past weeks,” you admit, hoping he won’t get upset for you, doing it without his permission. “I didn’t use them anywhere, I wasn’t planning to, I just thought they were nice moments.”

“Oh, can I see them?”

“Of course!”

Opening up the folder you put her pictures into, you start clicking through the few photos you took of her. There’s one of her during her swimming lesson, laughing happily as she holds onto the edge of the pool, her wet locks sticking to her head. Then there’s one when the two of you were baking cupcakes and she got icing all over her face and tried to lick it off, her tongue sticking out on the picture. There are some of her just roaming around the backyard, exploring the bugs hiding in the grass, some of her napping with her favorite stuffed animals on the couch and then the last one was taken when she was jumping in her bed, you caught her up in the air, the widest smile on her face as she was laughing straight into the camera.

“Y/N, these are… wow. They are all so good, I love them!”

“Really?” Your smile grows wide, happy that he likes them.

“Yeah! Do you think… do you think you can send them to me?”

“Of course! I can get them printed for you, if you’d like. There’s a place where I go to get my photos printed, they make them look like they were taken on an analog, old school camera, I love that little extra touch on the pictures.”

“That would be fantastic,” he smiles, clearly in awe of your work.

You spend the rest of the afternoon editing while Harry and Izzy take over the kitchen as usual. When you’re on your way up to your room with your laptop after you decided to call it a day, you catch them in there, Izzy making Harry dance around with her while they are chopping the veggies. Harry is swaying his lips to the rhythm, humming to the song as Izzy is jumping and twirling around, singing from the top of her lungs. Despite the terrible loss of her mother, there’s no doubt Izzy is having the best possible childhood, getting all the love she deserves from her dad and you feel happy you are here to witness them grow together.

You did not see your parents’ divorce coming, probably because it’s been over six years since you’ve moved out and you only saw them every other week at best. You always tried to come around as often as possible, wanting to spend time with Trevor and of course, them as well, but you had to focus on building your own life. You had to worry about your work, your own living space and not much later you started dating Keith so you were pretty busy to say the least. You weren’t there when things started to go downhill, but Trevor was. He had to suffer through every fight and screaming match they had without any support and you’ve always felt guilty about it, but you couldn’t just move back home. However you’ve always tried to do everything you could to support him through these hard times. He knew he could call you anytime he had enough of the spiteful atmosphere at home and you were quick to come to his rescue.

You were mad at your parents, there’s no need to lie about it. But not because of getting a divorce, you knew better than to expect them to suffer in a marriage they weren’t happy in, but the way they handled has always been just… unacceptable. Especially because in the midst of their anger and hatred towards each other they started to forget that they still had a kid living home who had to listen to everything they threw at each other, things no son should ever hear about his parents, no matter if they were true or not.

Being a teenager in high school is stressful enough as it is, but having to deal with your parents’ nasty divorce is just something no teenager should have to go through. Trevor has been dealing with it for a while now and he is trying his best to just shut them out whenever they are going at it, but sometimes it’s not that easy. That’s when he seeks comfort at you.

It’s a Thursday evening when your parents decide to drive Trevor up the wall with their screaming and fighting again. You’re watching a movie with Izzy and Harry in the entertainment room, working on your laptop simultaneously, confirming some photoshoots for the upcoming weekends. Harry has let Izzy play with his hair while watching the movie, so now she is all over her daddy, decorating his hair with little hairclips and hair ties while the man is just sitting there without a complaint.

Your phone starts buzzing on the couch and Trevor’s photo is flashing on the screen. Putting the laptop aside, you grab your phone and walk out of the room not to disturb them with your call.

“Hey!” you greet him happily, but your stomach immediately drops when you hear him draw a shaky breath on the other end of the line. “Trev? What’s wrong?”

“Can I please spend the night at yours?” he pleads weakly.

“What happened, are you alright?” you perk up right away.

“It’s just… dad came over this afternoon and they went at it again and now they are doing it over the phone, mom is like really out of her mind right now. I have a math test tomorrow and I don’t think I can sleep here like this. She is still screaming at him over the phone.”

“I’m leaving right now, pack a bag, alright?”

“Thanks,” he breathes out and ends the call. Rushing back into the entertainment room Harry turns to you while Izzy is still busy with his hair.

“Uh, I know it’s really sudden and all, but my brother just called, would it be fine if he spent the night over here?” Even though Harry himself told you it’s fine to have people over, you still feel like you need to ask for his permission, especially if your guest is planning to stay the night.

“Is he alright? Of course he can come over.” Sitting straight up he asks Izzy to sit down a little which she gladly does, turning her attention towards the movie.

“It’s just, um, our parents are having another scream match. They are… They are in the middle of getting a divorce and they are not handling it right,” you let out a bitter chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Do you need me to come with you? You seem very upset, you sure you can drive?”

“No, it’s alright, but thanks. I’m fine. I’ll be back soon with him and thank you so much for letting him stay,” you breathe out. He just nods with a sympathetic smile before you turn around and leave.

Through the drive over to the house where you grew up your anger just grows with each turn you take. You love your parents to death, they raised you in a quite unusual and hard situation, they had to grow up with you when they had you so young, but they always made sure to give you everything you needed. And you know they have the same kind of love towards Trevor, but their hatred for each other is blinding them and they probably don’t even realize how much it affects him, but you are not letting them ruin everything because they fell out of love. Trevor deserves the same kind of supportive and loving environment to grow up in just like the one you had and there’s nothing that could change that.

Pulling up to the driveway you take a deep breath as you march up to the front porch and use your keys to let yourself in. The shouting hits your ears right away, it’s coming from the kitchen, but Trevor is the first one you spot on the top of the stairs. His hood is on and he has a backpack in his hands as he comes down the stairs with a pained and tired face.

“Hey! Left the car open, go get in there, I’ll be out in a minute,” you softly tell him as you give him a quick hug.

“Thanks,” he mumbles before walking out.

Following your mother’s voice to the kitchen you find her with a half empty bottle of wine, cussing your father out through the phone.

“Go and fuck that bitch you went out to have dinner with last weekend! Yes I know about that!” she spats and you wince at her words.

“Mom!” you call out, but she doesn’t even register your voice.

“Fuck you, Fred! Fuck you!” she continues, so you raise your voice a little more.

“Mom!” This time she finally hears it and turning around she looks at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? You didn’t say you were coming,” she adds, her voice soft and weak this time, the anger long gone from it.

“I’m here to pick Trevor up. Put dad on speaker, I want to have a word with you two,” you tell her firmly and she gulps hard, nodding as she sets the phone to the counter, putting your dad on speaker.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” you hear him question from the other end of the line.

“I could ask the same thing!” you snap back, fed up with the way they have been acting. They might have lost a good chunk of their youth because they were busy taking care of you after having at just nineteen, but that doesn’t give them the right to act like literal cavemen in front of your brother.

“Trevor called me all upset, begging me to come and get him. What is wrong with you two? You have been at each other’s throats all the damn time, it is not healthy not just for Trevor but to either of you!”

“Y/N, sweetie, there’s just a lot going on—“ your mother tries to explain, but you cut her off.

“I don’t fucking care! Whatever is going on between the two of you, Trevor should be first! No matter what! He needs you both, he needs the support and love, but he is only getting the screaming and fighting. This is not right!”

“It’s a hard situation, you have to be patient with us, Y/N,” your father sighs over the phone and you can’t hold your ironic laughter back.

“Patient? I’ve been patient with you these past about five months since you’ve been literally tearing each other to pieces. Do yourselves and everyone else a favor and just get it over with. Dad, pick up all your stuff and don’t come here for mom’s sake. Mom, don’t snoop around dad’s life, because it’s not your business anymore. Stop being ignorant and maybe start to think about the kid you still have living near you.”

Your words might have been harsh, but it needed to be said. You can tell by your mother’s shocked expression and from the way your dad is dead silent in the call that your message finally hit them in the head and you hope they are willing to get their shit together so Trevor doesn’t lose his mind.

“Trevor is staying with me tonight, we’ll see when he wants to come back, but you better think about what I just told you,” you warn them before walking out and leaving them to think about their actions finally.

Trevor stays silent on the road back to Harry’s and you don’t try to force him to talk, it’s clear he has had enough for today. Arriving back home you park your car next to Harry’s Range Rover and the two of you walk inside in silence.

It’s past Izzy’s bedtime so you’re not surprised to find only Harry in the kitchen when you walk into the house. Harry seems cautious, almost worried as he spots you and Trevor in the hallway.

“Trevor, this is my boss, Harry. Harry, this is my brother, Trevor,” you introduce them to each other quickly. They shake hands with a manly nod.

“Thanks for letting me stay here tonight,” Trevor clears his throat, feeling a little out of place.

“No worries. Feel free to use any of the guest bedrooms,” Harry smiles softly.

“Oh, we’ll be fine sleeping in my room,” you assure him but Harry shakes his head at your words.

“We have plenty of space. Please, use them!”

“Thank you,” Trevor mumbles and you shoot Harry a thankful look before walking your brother upstairs.

You opt for the room next to yours, Help Trevor get comfortable, making sure he has everything he needs for the night.

“Did you get into a fight with mom and dad?” he asks, when you are sitting on the edge of his bed, about to leave him alone.

“I just told them to get their shit together,” you chuckle, giving his leg a squeeze under the covers. He cracks a smile at you, but it’s not as genuine as it should be. “I’ll drive you to school in the morning. My room is right next to this one, come over if you need anything, alright?”

“Thanks,” he mumbles, pulling the covers up to his chin.

“Good night, Trev,”you tell him switching the lights off and walking towards the door.

“Good night, Y/N,” he calls after you before you close the door, letting out a long breath.

As you make your way down to the kitchen you see that Harry is still there, his eyes snap up to you, filled with concern and worry.

“Everything alright?” he asks as you make yourself a tea.

“Yeah, he was just fed up with the constant screaming. I can’t blame him, my mother didn’t even realize I was there until I raised my voice at her.”

“I’m sorry about that. Must be hard dealing with high school and a nasty divorce.”

“It is,” you sigh. “But thank you for letting him stay, really.” “I meant it when I said it’s just as much your home as it is ours. He can come over anytime, don’t worry about that,” he shrugs.

“Thank you. I’ll drive him to school in the morning, but I’ll be back by the time you leave, is that alright?”

“Of course,” he smiles warmly. “You two look a lot alike.”

“We get that a lot,” you chuckle. “It’s the eyes and nose shape, I think. We got those from our mother.”

“People say I look like my sister too, but I don’t really see it, if I’m being honest,” he chuckles lightly.

“Yeah? Why?”

“No idea,” he shakes his head laughing. “I just don’t see it, but I couldn’t tell you really.”

Sipping on your tea you stay in the kitchen with Harry, the light conversation about his sister and eventually his mother eases the stress that has been gripping on your chest from the encounter you had with your parents earlier. You’re not sure if he tried to talk you through it because he saw how much you needed the distraction or if it’s just how he is, but either way, he really helped you to relax.

Cleaning after yourself the two of you head to bed, saying good night to each other before disappearing in your rooms.

“This place is like… really huge,” Trevor sighs in awe when the two of you are eating breakfast together the next morning.

“I told you, it’s a mansion,” you chuckle, digging into your oatmeal. “I’ll show you around next time you’re here.”

“T’was nice of Harry to let me stay,” he hums.

“Mhm, he is a cool boss,” you smile at him.

“And kinda handsome…” Glancing at Trevor you see the sly smirk on his lips and you give him a stern look.

“Stop right there, alright? No funny thoughts!”

“Funny thoughts?” he laughs leaning back in his seat. “I just made a statement that he is a nice looking man, that’s it. Do you not agree?”

“I’m not commenting on the topic,” you diplomatically answer.

“On what topic?” Harry appears from the stairs, making you both turn his way. “Good morning,” he smiles warmly.

“Morning!” Trevor nods his way before he turns back to you, still smirking. You narrow your eyes at him before answering Harry.

“The topic doesn’t matter. Morning, Harry!”

He pours himself some coffee that you brew earlier before joining the two of you at the dining table. He strikes up a conversation with Trevor, asking him about school and his future plans once he graduates and luckily, Trevor is on his best behavior despite the comment he made earlier, he is not trying to put you into an uncomfortable situation. He knows better, because if he upsets you now, he will not be returning to the mansion, that’s for sure.

“Alright, get your stuff, we are leaving in five,” you tell him when both of you are done eating. Nodding he disappears upstairs as you take care of the dishes quickly.

“Is he staying tonight as well?” Harry asks, following you into the kitchen.

“Oh, no. I’m sure mom wants to talk to him after last night, so it’s better if he goes home.”

“Hope things will get easier for him,” he smiles and you return it, thankful that he let him stay here when he really needed a place for himself.

“Thanks for everything, Harry” Trevor smiles at him when he arrives with his backpack.

“Of course, come back soon, but under more peaceful conditions,” he chuckles nodding in his way.

“I’ll be back soon!” you call out before walking out of the house with your brother.

“So how long have you been crushing on your boss?” Trevor asks in the car and your eyes widen as you try to keep the car straight in the lane.

“Excuse you?”

“Come on, Y/N. It’s kinda obvious, you swoon at everything the man says, haven’t seen you this soft since your high school graduation,” he chuckles, finding your reaction quite entertaining, but you’re not enjoying the situation that much.

“I do not have a crush on Harry,” you shake your head laughing, but you can’t ignore the knot in your stomach at your own words. Was this that big of a lie?

“That’s too bad because I think he has a thing for you too,” he shrugs, carelessly staring out the window, like it’s that casual to discuss you and your boss having possible feelings for each other.

“When did you become an expert on these stuff?” you huff, glancing at him shortly before turning back to face the road.

“I’m not an expert, but I’m not blind either. And I saw the way he looked at you.”

“What way?” you scoff.

“Like he is thankful you are walking this Earth.”

“Did you take this from a rom-com on Netflix?” you tease him, but he just shrugs. “Of course he is thankful, I’m helping him with his daughter. It’s not easy being a single parent and I’m helping him immensely. But there’s nothing else behind that.”

“Sure, good luck convincing yourself,” he sighs when you park the car down at his school. “Thanks for the ride and the night too. I’ll call you later.”

Leaning over the console he gives you a quick hug before hopping out of the car and walking towards the main building.

Arriving back home you find Izzy sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal on her lap, watching her favorite morning cartoon, but no sign of Harry and for a moment you get scared you got back too late, but then you realize he wouldn’t leave Izzy home alone.

“Hey Sunshine, did you sleep well?” you ask, caressing her rosy cheek as you join her on the couch.

“Mhm, what are we doing today?” she asks, showing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“You have French class today with Lyon and in the afternoon I thought we could learn about otters. You seemed to like them a lot at the zoo.”

“Yes! They are so cute!” she cheers happily just when you hear footsteps coming from the stairs. Turning around you spot Harry walking towards the living room, but your lips part immediately when you see that he is putting on another shirt, his naked chest on display since he hasn’t buttoned it fully. What you saw not long ago from your balcony is now so much closer, the swallows peeking out from under the shirt and you see the little cross pendant hanging between his pecs, something you’ve only seen if he pulled it out of his shirts which didn’t happen that often.

Harry stops in his tracks when he sees you on the couch with Izzy and a blush paints his cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know you were back,” he breathes out, his fingers working fast on the buttons to get himself presentable again though you wish he would just get rid of the whole thing… “Izzy spilled some juice on me so I had to change quickly,” he explains, finishing with the buttons and he quickly fixes it so he looks just as spotless as always.

“You poured too much into my cup!” Izzy defends herself furrowing her eyebrows at her dad.

“Of course it was my fault, who else’s would have it been?” Harry huffs as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Y/N, I have something to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

“I know it’s pretty sudden and on a very short notice but could you maybe look after Izzy tonight? Niall called me and begged to meet up with him for a few drinks. I would call Ruth, but she is out of town this week.”

“Oh sure! No problem,” you smile at him.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything to do? Don’t feel pressured to say yes, I should have asked in advance, it’s just—“ “Harry, it’s fine. I’m okay looking after her tonight,” you assure him before he talks himself down from letting you do it. “Go have fun, you barely get out of the house without Izzy.” If you’re being honest the only place he goes to without his daughter is work and it’s a little saddening, he deserves some time out from his daddy duties.

“Thank you,” he smiles at you with gratitude. “I won’t be out too long, I promise.”

“No worries, have fun with Niall,” you wave in dismiss.

“Thanks. Have a great day. Be good, baby. I’ll see you in the afternoon.” Harry kisses Izzy’s forehead before grabbing his suit jacket, wallet, keys and phone and heads out to start his day.

“Alright, daddy is off to work and we also have a day ahead of us. Come on, let’s get started,” you smile at Izzy who nods in agreement.

Harry swears he didn’t come home earlier than his usual because he feels bad for asking you to cover the evening, but you know that’s a blatant lie. He is home by three and frees you for the rest of the afternoon, leaving you with about two extra hours. He informs you that he would be leaving around seven, so dinner time will still be his duty, but you’ll have to put Izzy to bed at her usual time, which works perfectly for you.

A little before seven Harry disappears to take a quick shower and get changed before heading out, while you sit out in the living room with Izzy, reading her from a book she chose after dinner.

When Harry returns, he is dressed more casually than he usually does for work, wearing a pair of beige slacks and a black shirt tucked into it, the first three buttons left undone, showing just a hint of his tattooed chest for the viewers.

“Okay, I just called a car, it’ll be here any minute. Please call me if anything happens, I could come home anytime.”

“Harry, I take care of her all day, I’m sure we’ll be fine for one evening as well,” you chuckle, trying to ease his nervousness about leaving his daughter home at a time he is not used to.

“Right,” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Thank you again. And Izzy, be good. Y/N will put you to bed tonight, but I’ll be here in the morning, okay?”

“Okay!” she sings, completely fine with the new arrangement.

“Alright, see you soon, good night!” he calls out on his way out of the house.

Sitting at the rooftop bar, Harry and Niall take up a small table for two near the railing so they have a nice view of the city below them. The waitress brings their order, tequila on the rocks for Harry and a good pint for Niall, and the latter man can’t ignore the fact how pretty she is in her tight white shirt and short black skirt, smiling coyly at the men as she asks if they want anything else.

“We’re good for now, Darling. Thank yeh,” Niall smirks and even winks at the woman, who is seemingly enjoying the attention from him, but deep down she would be happier if it was Harry who was trying to flirt with him. However he is busy on his phone, typing out an email even at this ungodly hour, which pisses his friend off.

“Would you stop being a workaholic prick and maybe glance at the woman that wants to fuck the shit out of you?” Niall snaps at him, grabbing his attention, but he just rolls his eyes.

“That would require my interest as well, which is not there.”

“That’s fucking sad. Really, mate. How long are you going to act like a crybaby? I’m getting tired of your long face. I get it, shit happened, but you eventually have to move on.”

Harry tries to ignore his words, eyes glued to the screen of his phone hoping his friend would just drop it, but that’s not what Niall is like. So instead of leaving him to be, he grabs his phone, snaps it right out of his hands and then shoves it into his pocket.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” he growls at his friend who just gives him a hard look.

“Harry, I’m worried about you. You do nothing, just work and be with Izzy.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t spend time with my daughter?” he asks twisting his words.

“You know that’s not what I mean. Spend as much time with her as possible, but don’t forget to take care of yourself.”

“I’m taking care of myself. I sleep and eat well and I workout regularly. I don’t see what else I might need.” “Fuck. You need to fuck,” he points out, making Harry roll his eyes again.

“You know, sometimes I question why we are even friends…” Harry grumbles under his breath as he takes a sip from his drink, feeling like he definitely needs the alcohol if Niall is gonna pick on him all night.

“Because I’m the one who pushes you out of your pit of sorrow, m’friend. And right now I feel like I need to step in, because you are turning into a bitter old man.”

“I’m not bitter,” Harry narrows his eyes at him.

“And neither are you old, so why are you acting like you are?”

“Look, I know that you are a fan of the bachelor life, going to parties, sleeping around with any woman you can get, but that’s just not for me, it never was, not even a long time ago.”

“I’m not trying to get you to act like a frat boy, Har. I know you are too soft for that, but I think it might be time for you to, I don’t know, open up a bit.”

“Open up?”

���Yeah! Go out, meet new people, preferably women,” he adds with a knowing look. “It’s been more than three years, Harry. You can’t stay at home and mope around forever.”

“I really don’t think we should be having this conversation right now.”

“If not now, then when? I tried to talk to you about it many times, but you always just dodged it, so I gave you more time to adjust to the situation, but I think we are over that,” Niall sighs, leaning onto the table. “We both know time flies by. Soon Izzy will go to school, she’ll have her own little life and before you could even blink twice, she is gonna be a teenager, barely talking to you, only caring about some boyband, her friends and shows. The time will come when you’ll have to step back a little and I don’t want you to stay alone.”

“First of all, Izzy is 4 and she won’t be allowed to even think about being independent until she is twenty,” Harry starts off as Niall rolls his eyes at him.

“Yeah, sure. You’ll have an amazing time when she becomes a teenager.”

“Don’t even talk about her being a teenager.”

“It’s going to happen!” Niall snaps and Harry narrows his eyes at him. “Okay, let’s just calm down.” He takes a deep breath even though he is the only one getting mad right now. Harry might feel uncomfortable, but he is not one to lose his temper that easily. Niall on the other hand is known to be a little too passionate at times.

“Alright. Please know that I’m just trying to be a good friend. What happened is tragic and I can’t even imagine what you went through, though I was here all along so I have a slight guess. I’m happy that you are doing vehemently better now, it’s amazing, but I know that you’ll be miserable if you stay single forever.”

“I’m not gonna start dating, Niall. It’s just… too soon. I can’t get into a relationship now.” Harry shakes his head, gulping from his drink again, the alcohol burns down his throat as he grimaces shortly.

“I get it that you don’t want a relationship, but dating might not be that bad. I’m pretty sure there are some hot single moms you know who would love to go out with you for dinner or some shit.”

“I’m not interested in any of them,” he shrugs.

“Then what about Y/N?” Harry’s eyes snap up at his friend, flexing his jaw out of instinct.

“What about her?”

“She is pretty, nice and funny, completely your type. Why don’t you try it with her?”

“She works for me,” Harry replies right away.

“No one fucking cares,” Niall scoffs. “And because you didn’t say that you don’t like her, I assume you are into her.”

Harry lets out a heavy sighs shaking his head. You’ve not been the only one who’s been noticing the other. Ever since he has caught you watching him while doing his morning yoga, he couldn’t shake the thought of you and he took a special notice about a lot of things about you. Like the way you scrunch your nose every time you smile when Izzy says a word wrong, or the way you like to put up your hair into a ponytail when you’re playing with her in the backyard and there’s always a tiny strand that hangs lose at the back of your neck because it’s too short to reach up to the ponytail, but his favorite thing is how your voice is a little hoarse in the morning when you come down for the first time from upstairs. The thought that he is always the first person you talk to in the morning just brings this pleasant feeling into the pit of his stomach, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

He can’t deny that he finds you beautiful either, how could he not? You’re just a wonderful person inside and out and he is thankful his daughter is in such good hands when he is away at work. But he hasn’t dared to think further than this, his mind just doesn’t let him, however Niall’s words are now poking at the sleeping giant.

“Stop assuming things,” Harry mumbles, looking away from his friend, feeling like he is being grilled.

“Stop denying things,” Niall retorts, earning a huff from Harry. “Okay, don’t ask her out just yet, but try to get closer to her. Become friends, try to open up and get to know her a little more!”

“I don’t want to get closer to her!” he replies, but he can easily point out how big of a lie that is, even though he is trying his best to make himself believe that it’s not.

“So you don’t have a crush on her?” Niall raises his eyebrows at him.

“Where are we, in middle school? I’m 31, I don’t have crushes,” Harry scoffs.

“Okay so then you don’t mind it if I ask her out?”

“You are not asking her out, Niall,” he sternly replies, reaching for his drink once again, that’s nearing its end very closely. He needs to order another one if Niall decides to be an asshole all night.

“Why not? He seemed to like me when we met, I think we both would have a nice evening, might even take her home—“

“Shut up, Niall. You are not going out with her!”

“Really? What’s stopping me?” he smirks, knowing well what he is doing and where this is heading. Harry opens his mouth, but then no words come out, because he realizes what he wanted to say should not be said out loud.

Because I like her, a tiny voice tells him in his mind. Niall’s smirk grows even bigger, because even though Harry didn’t answer, his face tells it all, confirming what he has been trying to force out of him all evening.

“Yeah, just as I thought,” he laughs, taking a few gulps from his beer. “I’m not telling you to fuck her brains out immediately, but it might be nice if you just got to know her a bit more. And if things seem to take, like… a turn, if you know what I mean, don’t chicken out, just go with it.”

“You know, Niall, you should worry about your own love life the way you worry about mine.”

“There’s nothing to worry about!” He beams, clearly without a worry. “I’m too good of a catch to be tied down, so I’m enjoying life to the fullest right now.”

“Aren’t you tired of waking up next to a different woman every morning?” Harry sighs, feeling exhausted just to think about the way his friend lives.

“Don’t judge for something you never tried. I like it, it fulfills all my needs, why should I change?”

“Because you worry about me ending up alone when it’s most likely gonna be you.” Harry gives him a look, but it doesn’t seem to affect him. He shrugs it off easily.

“Difference is that I like being alone, but you don’t. You are wired to have a partner in the long run while I’m perfectly fine with my adventures. So do me a favor, and be less of a little hermit. You’ll thank me later.”

Niall’s words stick to Harry’s head more than he would have liked it. The two friends stay at the bar until about midnight and while Harry leaves to go straight home, Niall heads to another direction with the pretty waitress on his arm, who served their drinks relentlessly all night.

Arriving back home Harry tips the driver generously before heading inside, seeing that you’re still up, the lights in the living room and the TV illuminating the area. Walking further inside he spots you cozied up on the couch, a thick blanket thrown over yourself as you watch some kind of detective documentary, chewing on your bottom lip in focus. He can’t help the smile that tugs on his lips at the sight of you, taking just a split second to savor the moment and wrap it up in his mind.

“Hey, why are you still up?” he questions walking inside. Your eyes tear away from the screen, blinking up at him as you smile slightly, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Rounding the couch Harry joins you, sitting down as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Got caught up a little,” you chuckle, nodding your head towards the TV. “Did you have a good time?”

“As much as it’s possible to have a good time with Niall around,” he chuckles, making you smile.

“He is not that bad, is he?”

“He can be a little asshole sometimes,” he admits. “But it was fine, we had a nice… talk.”

“I’m glad,” you smile sheepishly, before turning back to the TV.

Harry’s eyes snap to the screen as well, but he is not following the case at all, his mind is busy thinking about everything Niall has told him.

It really has been three long and torturous years without his beloved wife and just as Niall said, the beginning of this time was almost lethal. He never thought there would be a day when he would wake up and not feel like curling up into a ball and just cry all day. Those times are now gone, because with a lot of help from his friends, family and even a therapist, he was able to find his purpose in life again: his daughter.

Harry knows that his friend is right, he can’t live his life on his own, that’s just not how he is built, but it’s not as easy as it seems. Especially with the haunting thoughts he has been harboring, kept away from everyone in his life, because he has always been too afraid to say them out loud. That would make them become even realer than they already feel to him.

Sitting on the couch next to Harry you glance at him for a second and can almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Everything alright?” you softly ask. His green eyes flicker over to you, as if he is debating whether he should talk or not.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you nod.

“But it’s kind of personal.”

“Okay, then ask and I’ll decide if I want to answer or not,” you chuckle softly, pushing yourself up a little so you can focus on him better.

“After things ended with your… ex, when you found out that he was cheating on you… How long did it take you to get back out to the field, if you know what I mean.”

His question surprises you, it really is a personal matter and you’re not sure why he felt the need to ask you about it especially now, but you have a guess why it’s relatable for him. You lost someone you loved and though the situation is a very different nature, somehow it’s still similar in a way.

“Well, I told you earlier that it was the kind of situation where I blamed myself for what he did,” you start off and Harry nods, patiently and curiously listening to what you are saying. “I was convinced that he cheated because I wasn’t enough, because I didn’t give him everything he wanted and that it was all my fault. It took me weeks to see clearly and realize that even if I wasn’t giving him everything, it wouldn’t have given him the right to cheat on me. Sometimes it’s really hard to lift the blame off yourself, especially when you were the one putting it there.”

Harry’s lips part at your words and because he is not speaking, you’re not sure if it’s the good or bad kind. You really wish you could just read his honest thoughts, but it seems like he is keeping them to himself so you continue.

“I think it took me a good, like… four months to actually move on. I went on a date for the first time about six months after Keith and I broke up. I’m not saying I’m over the fact that I was cheated on, but it’s not stopping me anymore to live my life. I had to accept that just because of what happened, I still deserve happiness and to be loved.”

Love is a beautiful thing, but it’s very powerful and you learned it the hard way. To love and be loved is essential, love makes life so much better and more special, but it can also scar you terribly and leave you dried out and in pain. You have to learn to accept the love you get and remember it whenever you are not getting enough. It’s a rollercoaster, but the highs make the whole ride worth it.

Harry stays silent as you turn your attention back at the TV, seeing that he is busy chewing on your words. Whatever his reason was to ask you, he is clearly processing the answer he got, making his own conclusions and you wouldn’t want to bother him while he does that.

The documentary soon ends and you realize how late it really is. Saturday is your day off, but you don’t want to sleep through the whole thing, you have a few errands to run. So switching the TV off you fold the blanket and drop it into the basket next to the couch. Harry snaps out of his thoughts when you stand up from the couch, realizing that you’ve shut the TV off already.

“I’m going to bed, you should too,” you smile at him softly as he nods, standing up as well.

You’re already on the stairs when Harry calls out after you. Turning around you keep one foot on the next step, glancing over at him, still standing by the couch.

“I’m… I’m really sorry he couldn’t appreciate you.”

You smile at him warmly, because it says so much about him as a person. Apologizing for something he had absolutely no control over, something someone else did, someone he doesn’t even know. Yet he still felt the need to say sorry.

“It’s alright. I’ll find the person who’ll give me the love I deserve,” you tell him before turning back around and walking away.

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The Babysitters Club

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Charlie Ryder, Grace Ryder, Judd Ryder

Summary:  A night of babysitting the Ryder children doesn't quite go as planned, leaving T.K. injured and in need of help. Luckily he gets some excellent care from his boyfriend and three-year-old Dr. Charlie Ryder. For the @badthingshappenbingo​ prompt: Buried in Rubble.

A/N: I literally never thought I would get a bingo ever. Thank goodness! A rather unconventional take on this prompt, but once the idea came to me I couldn't refuse its cuteness. It takes place a couple years in the future from where we are now. Thanks to @bluenet13​ for reading it first and giving me some adorable suggestions!

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“Ahhhh!!!” T.K. yells dramatically as he falls to the floor. “You got me!”

His assailant giggles and wiggles loose from his hold, jumping to her feet. “Again!” Charlie cries. “Again!”

T.K. chuckles and removes a couple building blocks from his chest as he sits up. “Charlie, Uncle T.K. is getting tired.”

Carlos and T.K. had volunteered to babysit three-year-old Charlie and her baby brother Cash so Judd and Grace could go to a concert for their anniversary. The night had been smooth sailing so far; they’d just finished a gourmet dinner of mac and cheese and chicken nuggets and Carlos had taken Cash for a diaper change. T.K. and Charlie were in the living room, and Charlie was deeply invested in a game where they built a tower out of blocks and then T.K. pretended to be a monster knocking it to the ground.

“Again please?” Charlie asks, putting her hands on his knee as she looks up at him, her brown eyes shining with hope.

T.K. laughs internally at how strong of a hold this little girl has on him. “One more time. And then it’s time for bed.”

“Okay!” Charlie jumps up, pushing blocks together to build yet another tower. 

T.K. rolls onto his knees to help her, stacking blocks, couch cushions, and pillows as high as they can go while Charlie hands him strays that have fallen by the couch and coffee table. They finish by decorating the tower with an assortment of Barbies, plastic Disney figures, and Legos. “Okay, you ready?” T.K. asks when they’ve used up all their building materials, the tower reaching up to his chest.

She nods eagerly and T.K. crouches down, throwing his arms out wide as he stomps toward her. “Arrrgghh I’m a monster!”

She shrieks, face wild with glee as he scoops her up in his arms and takes them both tumbling through the tower, blocks and toys flying everywhere.

They hit the floor and T.K. immediately feels something give. White hot pain flares through his entire body, his mind going blank, breath choking out of his lungs as blocks and throw pillows settle on top of them.

Charlie rolls off his chest, saying something, but he can’t focus on it, only on the horrendous pain radiating through his back. “Fu—dgesicles,” he groans, catching himself at the last second, remembering the presence of a very smart toddler and the fact that Judd will kill him if he comes home to find his baby girl swearing like a sailor.

“Uncle T.K. again!” Charlie says, already gathering up blocks. 

“Charlie,” T.K. squeezes her name out as spasms rocket through his back. “Can you go get Uncle Carlos, please?”

“Okay!”

Her little feet pound down the hallway in search of Carlos and T.K. tries to breathe. If he stays completely, perfectly still, the pain is tolerable. But any sort of movement sends daggers of agony rolling through him. He’s still buried alive in tower blocks, a couch cushion is covering half his face and there’s definitely a Barbie trapped under his ass, but there’s nothing he can do about it; even thinking about moving hurts.

Charlie’s feet come thundering back into the room and T.K. can hear Carlos’ more even footsteps following behind her. “Hey what happened?” Carlos asks as he sets Cash down in a bouncy seat. 

“I think I threw my back out.” T.K. squeezes his eyes shut, face screwed up in a grimace. Talking hurts too.

“Oh sh—darn it,” Carlos says, glancing at Charlie as he kneels beside his boyfriend’s prone form and carefully removes the blocks and toys from his body. “What can I do? Do you want me to help you get up?”

“I don’t think I can,” T.K. tells him. 

“Well you can’t stay on the floor forever,” Carlos says.

“Why not?” T.K. asks, exhaling slowly. “It’s a good floor. Grace keeps it very clean.”

Carlos chuckles. “I’ll go see if they have a heating pad in the bathroom. Don’t move.”

“Not going anywhere,” T.K. tells him.

“Uncle T.K.?” Charlie flops down next to his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah Uncle T.K. just hurt his back,” T.K. manages to tell her.

Her brow furrows. “Your back has an owie?”

“Uh huh.” T.K. tries to move a leg and immediately regrets it.

“I can fix it!” Charlie leans over and kisses his chest.

It would be heartwarming if he wasn’t dying. “Thank you Charlie,” he tells her.

“Okay I found a heating pad, but I don’t think the cord is going to reach,” Carlos says as he returns.

“Cra-bby patties,” T.K. pants. “Okay so…”

“So we’re going to have to get you off the floor,” Carlos says apologetically as Charlie gets up and runs past him, presumably to her bedroom.

“Right. Yeah. Okay.”

It’s agonizing. He can’t breathe, he can’t speak, he can barely even see as Carlos gently helps him to his feet and eases him onto the hastily replaced couch cushions. “Mother fudger,” T.K. hisses when he’s fully reclined.

“T.K., honey, you’ve been shot, pistol whipped, and frozen to death, are you really telling me this is worse?” Carlos asks, adjusting pillows around him. 

“At this moment in time? Yes, this is very much worse,” T.K. tells him through gritted teeth as Carlos slides the heating pad under his back.

“Do you want to take something? I think I saw Tylenol in the bathroom,” Carlos says.

“No,” T.K. says. “I’m just going to try and tough it out for now.”

“So far you’re doing great,” Carlos says, patting his shoulder and kissing his forehead.

T.K. glares at him. “A little more sympathy would be nice.”

“I got you a heating pad, didn’t I?” Carlos asks with a smile. “I’m going to go put Cash to bed and then I’ll come back for Charlie.”

“Yeah, okay,” T.K. manages a nod.

Even practically paralyzed, something in T.K.’s heart flutters at the sight of Carlos picking up Cash, talking softly to him as he carries him down the hall for bed. They should babysit more often.

As soon as Carlos leaves, Charlie reappears, a toy doctor bag in her hand. She plops down on the floor next to the sofa and pulls out a stethoscope. “I’m a doctor,” she declares.

“Are you going to make me better?” he asks, feeling slightly more relaxed as the heating pad starts to do its work.

“Yes,” she says. “You need a shot.”

The fake hypodermic is injected into his ear, which is questionable medical practice, but T.K. doesn’t protest. 

By the time Carlos comes back there are pink, sparkly bandaids on T.K.’s arms, his pants, and a large one with a unicorn over his left eyebrow. The fake thermometer is in his mouth and Charlie is listening intently to his elbow with the stethoscope.

“Wow, you’re taking good care of Uncle T.K.,” Carlos says with a smile. 

“Uncle T.K. is all better,” Charlie says. She looks up at Carlos and points. “Now you’re sick.”

“Actually I think it’s time for bed,” Carlos tells her. 

“No! I’m a doctor! You come here and be sick,” she pats the empty floor next to her in invitation. 

T.K. and Carlos exchange amused glances. “If you go right now I bet Uncle Carlos will read you a book,” T.K. says.

She eyes them both. “Five books.”

“Two books,” Carlos says.

She looks ready to argue so T.K. steps in again. “Charlie, go show Uncle Carlos your cowboy pajamas. I think your mom put them on your bed.”

The allure of themed sleepwear does the trick. Charlie jumps to her feet and is off down the hall before either of them can take a breath. “Does she ever walk anywhere?” Carlos asks in amusement.

“I don’t think so,” T.K. tells him. “Judd calls her Hell’s Belle for a reason.”

“You doing okay?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah it’s a little better,” T.K. says, shifting back and forth. At least it no longer feels like his entire body is frozen, the pain is now located centrally in his back.

“All right let me go tuck her in and I’ll be back.”

T.K. watches the entire bedtime routine on the baby monitor, eyes glued to Carlos sitting with Charlie in a rocking chair, her little voice interjecting at different points in the stories he reads her. She goes down with a minimal amount of fuss, just a request for water and a few tears when Carlos turns out the light, but he soothes her by rubbing her back for a few minutes before backing slowly out of the room.

“Okay,” Carlos says when he returns to the living room, his voice low in an attempt to keep everyone asleep. “Now I can tend to my third child.” He throws T.K. a teasing smile.

“I’m sorry,” T.K. says as Carlos sits carefully down next to him. “I didn’t mean to—“

“T.K. I’m kidding,” Carlos tells him. “I know you didn’t intentionally throw your back out.”

“I feel bad I stuck you with double kid duty.”

“My nieces and nephews have given me plenty of practice,” Carlos says as he turns off Tangled, which has been playing quietly on repeat since dinner, and switches it to Food Network. “Although if I find out you faked this to get out of changing diapers, there are going to be consequences.”

“Trust me, I would gladly change diapers over this,” T.K. says.

They fall into silence for a moment, both of them watching the dual baby monitor. Cash is sleeping soundly in his crib, music on low, while Charlie is curled up in her big girl bed, still moving around, not quite fully asleep.

“You’re going to be a great dad,” T.K. says softly before he can stop himself. It’s all he’s been thinking for the last hour, in between agonizing stabs of pain. 

“So are you,” Carlos says, gazing fondly at him as he reaches over to peel the unicorn bandaid from his forehead. “Anyone who has the patience to let a three year old cover them in bandaids while they’re dying from back pain is bound to be an excellent parent.”

“Uncle Carlos!” A sad wail from down the hall has both of them looking back at the monitor to see Charlie sitting up and crying in her bed.

“Duty calls,” Carlos says as he gets up.

When the front door opens several hours later everything is quiet. “Hey ya’ll,” Grace says as she drops her purse and Judd takes her coat. “Sorry we’re late. How was everything?”

“Totally fine,” Carlos says. “Kids were easy. Cash has been down since seven and Charlie  fell asleep like two hours ago. Other than the part where T.K. threw out his back, it was perfect.”

“You threw out your back?” Judd asks as he walks into the living room. “My little girl too much for ya or something?”

“Or something,” T.K. says with a wince as he tries to sit up a little straighter. “I should have meant it when I said just one more time.”

“Oh yeah she’ll get you with that one,” Judd says with a smirk. “She make you read her like ten books?”

“Carlos bargained her down to three,” T.K. says. 

“Impressive,” Judd says with a nod. 

“Dang, Carlos, you didn’t have to clean up the whole house,” Grace says in surprise, taking in the immaculate kitchen and spotless living room. 

“I didn’t mind,” Carlos says easily. “Didn’t want you coming home to a mess.”

“Ya’ll for hire on a weekly basis?” Grace asks as she sits next to Judd.

“You call anytime and we’re here,”  Carlos tells her. 

“How was the concert you two?” T.K. asks.

“So good,” Judd says. “That man hasn’t lost a step.”

“Yeah we really can’t thank you enough,” Grace said. “We love these kids but it was good to remember what being a grown up feels like.”

“We were glad to do it,” Carlos says. “But I think I should probably get the old man over here home now.”

“Listen, it could easily have been you,” T.K. tells him as Carlos gets to his feet. “I could have done the dishes and changed Cash’s diaper and then you’d be the one with the broken back.”

“Yep, could have been, but I didn’t exactly see you jumping up and down to do those chores,” Carlos tells him. 

“All right, come on, up you go,” Judd says as he and Carlos each take hold of one of T.K.’s arms and pull him upright. 

T.K. bites back a shout of pain, blowing out a breath as he tries to find his balance. “You okay?” Carlos asks, taking his boyfriend’s pain seriously despite his teasing.

T.K. nods. “Yeah let’s just do it.”

“Oh god, T.K. I really am sorry,” Grace says, her face concerned. 

“It’s fine,” he tells her, forcing a smile. “A couple days and I’ll be good to go.”

“Well you take it easy,” Judd says, putting a steadying hand on his arm. “And again, thanks so much for tonight.”

“Really, it was our pleasure,” Carlos says as he walks T.K. to the door. “We’ll see you guys soon.”

The car ride home is miserable. Carlos does his best, but he can’t avoid every bump in the road, all of which have T.K. biting back moans of pain. “Okay, easy,” Carlos says when they finally reach the bedroom. “Just sit here and let me do all the work okay?”

He bends down and unties T.K.’s shoes, slipping them off carefully, looking up with frequency to gauge T.K.’s pain. The shoes turn out to be the easy part, the pants and shirt are excruciating, to the point that T.K. is sweating and shaky by the time they’re done. He refuses sweatpants, it’s far too much after struggling into a clean t-shirt, and Carlos blessedly doesn’t press him, just helps him slide onto the bed and ease into the pillows. 

T.K. blows out a breath, trying to find a comfortable position as Carlos disappears into the bathroom and returns with a glass of water and some pain medication. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to take anything, but I brought some ibuprofen just in case,” he says lightly, settling on the edge of the mattress.

“I’ll take it,” T.K. says immediately, so Carlos puts the pills in his hand and watches him chase them down with a sip of water.

“You must really be hurting,” he says, eyes worried as he puts a hand on T.K.’s knee. 

“Yeah it really fudging hurts,” T.K. says between gritted teeth, hoping the medication kicks in quickly.

“Babe, Charlie isn’t here,” Carlos says sympathetically.

“Fucking. It really fucking hurts,” T.K. amends and it is the very honest truth.

He reaches for the edge of the blanket, but Carlos bats his hands away and pulls it up for him, tucking the edges in a little. “Better?” he asks.

“Yeah,” T.K. says. “Thanks. What are you going to do next? Read me a bedtime story and check for monsters under the bed?”

“With the things we’ve done in this bed, I’m pretty sure we scared off any monsters a long time ago,” Carlos says smoothly, a satisfied smirk on his face.

T.K. starts to chuckle and then sucks in a breath. “Oh god, don’t make me laugh.”

“Sorry.” Carlos rubs a hand up and down his leg. “What can I do to make it better?”

“Go back in time and tell me not to repeatedly do prat falls with a toddler in my arms?” T.K. asks.

“I wish I could,” Carlos tells him sympathetically. “Hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.”

He gets to his feet and T.K. feels something close to panic creep through his chest. “Wait, where are you going?”

“I was going to go downstairs and read for a little while,” Carlos says.

“You can read in here,” T.K. says. 

“I thought you wanted to sleep.”

“I can sleep with the light on.”

Carlos gives him an amused look. “You’re worse than Charlie.”

“Please?” TK sticks his lip out, pouting just a little. He’s in pain and doesn’t want to be alone right now.

Carlos rolls his eyes. “It’s amazing to me that even when in what you claim is the worst pain of your life, your main focus is getting me into bed with you.”

“Trust me, I’m really not trying to start anything tonight,” T.K. tells him, wincing as his back spasms again.

Carlos relents, stripping off his pants and shirt. He slides under the covers next to TK, settling his glasses in place and picking up his book. “Happy now?”

TK nods, eyes already drifting shut, the ibuprofen taking just enough of the edge off to let  him think about sleep.

“Good.” Carlos leans over and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Now go to sleep.”

#911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #Judd Ryder #Grace Ryder #Charlie Ryder #Bad Things Happen Bingo #Buried in Rubble #Whump #TK Strand Whump #Fluff #Domestic Tarlos #Soft boys #Boys in love #Sweet boys #Babysitting #Domestic fluff #Hurt TK Strand

[kakubun]

hey 😩 I have a real basic request but it's all I can think of rn, but cuddles with aerith and tifa headcanons is literally all that occupies my mind (they're both so fucking amazing in everything aspect, ughhhh)

Cuddle Headcanons

aerith x gen!reader, tifa x gen!reader

a/n: women💖 sorry if it went off topic!

Aerith

she loves being a tease whenever you seek her for affection and curl up near her, almost like you're begging for her to give some love to you

she would poke your nose and nuzzle it, cooing at you and treating you like a big baby and shifting you into your arms

leaning into her, she smells insanely nice

a florist she was day and night where you could see her softly touching petals of her beloved plants, her smell lingers onto you when she touches you all over when you pull her closer

she would rest her forehead on your shoulder while you sit on her lap and she would kiss you all over and whisper sweet nothings into your ear

you were not quick on asking for affection from aerith because you'll know how much of a chatterbox she becomes when you initiate it.

you bit your tongue and held your ego back because you just wanted some care from the sweetest person born, eventhough she could annoy all over but you could easily silence her with kisses right?

you watched near the bed when she was busy making flowercrowns for you and her and you felt guilty with your thoughts since you didn't want to interrupt her but she noticed your staring, softly grinning.

"you could tell me what you're thinking, y/n" the warmth spreads through your body when she says your name, hoping you didn't look creepy staring at her, you struggled in forming a sentence when she leaned closer to your face.

she ushered you to get on the bed and placed her flowers away and you whined, telling her it's nothing but she insisted. half hugging you, she asked about your staring earlier and you lay your cheek against her shoulder and muttered your half baked response.

"cmooonn~ a bit more louder, you're mumbling!" you hissed a little and you responded sounding like a kid who didn't want to give their toys to anyone and she squeled, pushing you over and rocking you back and forth.

you loosened up a little and hugged her back and she pecked your face all over and said that you could always ask for her love at any time. you tried to reason that she would be a tease everytime you asked and with an obvious lie, she promised not to always tease you.

well actually who knows, she might keep her promise,

who knows

Tifa

full of giggles and racing hearts, she loves cuddles! especially from you! (other than marlene if she asks for a group hug from you and tifa

she would flop you and herself on the bed and roll back and forth while nuzzling and kissing your neck

these times with her were fun and intimate and it felt so easy letting loose with her

connecting yourself with her, it felt so easy to sleep and you would fight back the sleepines to talk to each other

together, both of you were a heated stove, being warm all over that sometimes you kick each other away to cool down

the evening ends when you two actually sleep after freshening up and eating and softly telling the other to have a good's night rest, exchanging it and drifting off to sleep in each others' arms

you watched tifa make drinks for the last customers and you swirled around your drink that your lover made and looked back at marlene when she pats on your shoulder.

"hey look here!" she enthuastically said, showing you a drawing of seventh heaven while the two poorly drawn people stand in the middle, it looked like a wedding was being held in the bar.

you gasped and you couldn't believe your eyes to what marlene has drawn and you glowed in euphoria and pat marlene's head, chuckling to how adorable the drawing was.

"you lwike it right-?" she questioned with her mouth full of mac and cheese and you giggled, happily responding that you did and she nodded as she got up and ran to tifa, wondering what she was doing.

marlene was showing the drawing to tifa! you couldn't help but feel your cheeks burn when she looks back at you with a crooked, smug smile while putting up marlene's drawing and telling the little girl how much she appreciates it.

finishing up with washing the glasses, she immediately went to you and slip her fingers into your hand, intertwining it and squeezing it while waiting for you to get up from your seat.

both of you did seem like parents when you both waved at marlene when it was bedtime for her and barret was busy reading a story to her.

she hummed and waited for you to question her, getting ready for her ranting because as you said, you didn't mind in the slightest.

you rolled your eyes and nudged her.

"what did you think of the drawing?" she breathed in and sighed, telling you how much of a darling marlene was, how sweet her sense of childishness was. your heart felt like it was being grabbed (carefully) when she starts going on her rant about loving you.

"tifa, you're such a softie" she snickered at you when you crawled towards her on the bed when you reached to both of your room. you gave her temple a kiss when you curl into her arms and she exchanged the kiss you gave earlier to your temple.

marriage can happen soon, with how long tifa was staring at your sleeping figure, her fingers played with the fabric of your shirt, heck it could happen tommorow.

(because it's tifa)

#ff7r #ff7 x reader #ff7 aerith #ff7 tifa #tifa x reader #aerith x reader #final fantasy fluff #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy #final fantasy headcanon #ff7 hcs #ff7 headcanons

[feralaot]

Random Levi HeadCanons?

anything for you my beloved anon

finely assorted levi ackerman headcanons

no warnings

mix of canon setting and modern setting

hates spicy food. literally can’t stand it. don’t put spicy chicken nuggets in front of him, he can’t eat them. he unironically enjoys plain mac n cheese and unseasoned potatoes. even just a bit too much pepper and he can’t handle it

with that being said he also doesn’t put cream or sugar in his coffee (which he rarely drinks to begin with) and everyone calls him a masochist for drinking black coffee but he doesn’t see the problem

one of his biggest fears is clowns but he won’t admit it to anyone

he still thinks a lot about kenny when nothing else is there to occupy his mind, he doesn’t know if he hates kenny or if he appreciates him for things he did. either way, he doesn’t know how to handle these thoughts so sometimes he vents to erwin and / or hange about it

on mother’s day every year he always spends a few hours resting by his mother’s grave and mumbling one sided conversations to himself until he gets sleepy

if he sees somebody throw their trash on the ground or put it in the wrong bin he’s literally going to throw hands and force them to fix their horrible mistake

he’s good at cooking but he hates cooking spaghetti for several reasons, one being that he never makes an appropriate amount and two being that straining the water is way more difficult than it should be

for whatever reason he doesn’t like funnel cake. he can’t even tell why he doesn’t like it he just despises it and nobody knows why

he has sensory issues and pressure / weight stims are his favorite. if he’s visibly agitated, erwin or hange will put their arms around him and squeeze him like a squeaky toy to help him ground

whenever he gets really overwhelmed he puts his hands over his ears which lets erwin and hange know that he needs to leave

he unironically wears crocs that hange bought him as a joke but now he wears them pretty much everywhere where he doesn’t have to look professional

when he discovered hair clips he didn’t know that pink and sparkly was associated with girls so when he clips his hair you just see a depressed middle aged man with pretty pink bow clips on his head

if he were to get arrested for anything it would be for ignoring jury summons

if he’s getting out of hand erwin will pick him up from underneath the arms and carry him away at a distance. levi kicks around but can’t wiggle free because erwin is inescapable

he’s very touch starved. a childhood and young adulthood of touch deprivation made him an adult desperate for physical affection but at the same time scared of it

but despite craving touch he isn’t comfortable with public affection. but once he’s alone with someone he trusts he willingly gives them big hugs or just leans against them for a while <3

#i love him.... #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #anon #requests #feralshcs #rivaille #headcanons

[malfoyfarms]

Momma J

“Omg do something where jj cares for you in sleepy girl again. Maybe like you get to drunk and he takes care of you in front of your friends and doesn’t care that they tease him.” -nonnie

“more soft jj x reader please i love your writing” -nonnie

Pairing: JJ Maybankx Fem!Reader

W/C: 737

Warnings: storms, mentions of alcohol (underaged), language, forced yakking 

A/N: this is not my best I apologize:( but i watched a video on tik tok on how to make blue mac n cheese, i’m trying to write something else that is better, pls dont sue :(

*NOT EDITED*

Late night drinking on JB’S patio during a storm was a typical behavior for you and your friends. The night had started out as enjoying a beer with dinner, but ended up playing a couple games of quarters and two rounds of Tall Boy Roulette. 

You were so close to finishing your second Lime-a-Rita, praying it was the last round of the night. The amount of alcohol you had consumed was going to make it hard to get up tomorrow. You were squeezed in between JJ and Sarah, and hadn’t stood up in a while, which indicated you really didn’t know how drunk you were. 

JJ’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he could. The dazed look in your eyes confirmed to him that you were indeed drunk. A lackadaisical smile appeared on your face as you realized who was holding onto you. 

“I’m going pee, don’t miss me too much,” you giggled. The moment you stood up, you knew you were fucked. 

“You good Y/n/n?” JJ asked. You gave him a quick thumbs up and went on your way. 

Your body swayed back and forth as you slowly made it to the bathroom. Trying to sit down on the toilet was a process you had never found difficult until this moment in time. Your subconscious mentally thanked you that you had sweatpants on, and not something with buttons or a zipper. Once you had finished peeing and washing your hands, you entered the second stage of drunk Y/N-- the slump. 

“Babe! Arms open now!” You yelled through the house, hoping you were heard. You rounded the corner to go out to the porch to be greeted with open arms. You clumsily clambered into the blonde boy’s lap, your back against his chest, head coming to rest on his collar bone. 

                                                       ~~~

Not even twenty minutes later JJ was looking down at your sleep induced face. A strike of lightning cracked over the ocean, causing you to jump awake. 

“Fuck I’m really drunk,” you mumbled as you toyed with the strings on JJ’s sweatshirt. He moved some hair out of your face, knocking into your nose. 

The entire scene around you was spinning, making it hard to focus on any words being spoken around you. Your throat went dry, and you knew what was going to come next. As your body tensed above JJ’s he could tell something was off. “Uhm, I’m going to go pull trig and go to bed, goodnight.” With those simple words you stumbled towards the bathroom for the second time tonight. You heard quick footsteps follow you, and help you gently sit on the ground.

“Aha, my knight!” You giggled, making JJ laugh. He quickly picked your hair up into a messy bun and left the bathroom to grab some water. You shoved your index and middle finger down your throat until you felt your gag reflex come into action.

While you were emptying your stomach into the toilet you felt a blanket being placed over your shoulders, and a hand gripping the bun on top of your head. Once JJ was sure you were done, he pulled your head back by the bun to face him. He wiped your mouth off with toilet paper and gave you some water to drink. Your toothbrush was ready with toothpaste on it. JJ’s arm around your waist kept you standing as you brushed your teeth at a sub-par level. 

The sweet boy then moved on to wiping your face a final time with a washcloth, and meandering you into his designated room. 

“Aw look at Momma J taking care of his baby,” John B teased. A middle finger was sent his way from JJ and a goofy wink was sent from you. 

You plopped on the bed, making grabby hands as JJ tried to peel back the quilt.

“Jayj, your drunk baby needs you. Really really bad,” he chuckled at how needy you had become. Once he had finally settled in next to you, JJ felt you slowly make your way onto his chest. Your hands played with the frayed bottom of his shirt, causing a tickle against his skin. He could sense the drifting of your consciousness, the alcohol and vomiting catching up with you. 

“Goodnight darling, I love you,” he whispered with lips pressed to your temple. 

“I hmm whoo,” was sincerely mumbled back. 

#Outer Banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank smut #jj outer banks #john b #john b x reader #john b outer banks #john b imagine #pope heyward #pope outer banks #pope heyward imagine #kiara carrera #kiara outer banks #kiara one shot #sarah cameron #sarah obx #sarah cameron imagine #pogue life #pogues x reader #hms pogue

[strawberrylemonz]

Birthday Surprise

Part 17

Part 18 [CURRENT]

Part 19

@petrichormeraki @applepie1000 @artistconk @ivorylin @sydneys-sketches @snapdragonfirefly @bargledblocks @redchu12 @lovebug5151 @cupidisntverysmart @grotesque-sheep

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“Happy birthday! Are you ready for the best birthday ever?! You’re three! Get up and let’s get you ready for the day.”

A squeal of delight left Clementine’s mouth as she pointed to the door, commanding her dad to get out. Laughing out loud, Tommy dodged a toy as he shut the door behind him. Huffing in mock annoyance, the young girl carefully climbed out of her bed and walked to her dresser. Humming a cheerful tune, she grabbed one of her favorite dresses to wear for the day. Sitting on her bed once more, she slipped her sock and shoes onto her feet. As soon as she was dressed, she took a moment to collect herself. Smiling, she peered across her room, staring at the empty bed placed there. She couldn’t help but frown at the sight. She was glad that Theo and Fundy got their own house, she really was, but she missed them. She missed having someone to share a room with, someone who she could talk to when she was unsure or scared. 

“Clem! If you don’t hurry up, I’ll eat your breakfast pancakes!”

The small girl gasped as she scrambled to her door, jumping up and down as it opened. Raising her hands up, she giggled as her dad scooped her up in his arms, gently squeezing her in the process.

“Well? Let’s go, girlie. Gotta fix your hair, unless you wanna hear your nan scream her fucking lungs out at us.”

Snuggling into Tommy’s neck, Clem smiled as he walked out of her room and into the kitchen. Sitting down in her seat, the young girl happily began to eat as her dad began to fix her hair, humming a tune as he did so. Today was going to be a great day.

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“Look at you!!! Oh, you look so precious!!!”

Kristin couldn’t help but dote on her granddaughter, squeezing the squealing girl as Tommy rolled his eyes. Grian laughed, Grumbot and Jrumbot smiling at their younger cousin. Theo wheezed out a laughter as he pointed at his cousin, ignoring the amused, pointed look directed at him by his dad. After a few attempts, Tommy was finally able to pry his daughter from his mother’s grasp.

“Aye, Gri, did you let Xisuma know?”

“Yup. While we’re gone, he, along with everyone else, will be decorating and preparing for Clem’s dinner party.”

“Perfect. Let’s get going, right? Gotta meet everyone else for lunch. Ready to go, birthday girl?”

Clem smiled as she nodded, delighted for the day’s activities. Grabbing her dad’s hand in her own, she skipped alongside him as they walked towards the Hub portal, something that no longer scared her. Smiling alongside her family, she happily scurried into the portal.

“Stay close, let’s not get lost in the Hub traffic.”

Tommy lifted Clementine into his arms and onto his shoulders, something that the girl loved. Once all the children were secured, the group navigated their way through the crowded area. Finally making it out, everyone made their way towards city central. As Clementine played simple games with her cousins, pointing and naming the scenery around them, a cheerful voice caught her attention.

“There’s our birthday girl!”

Lani and Drista happily greeted the girl, who was climbing from Tommy to Tubbo. Behind them stood Phil, Techno and Wilbur. The three gave their greetings to the group, wishing the young girl a happy birthday. Smiling, Kristin approached Phil with open arms. The two hugged, sharing a quick kiss, before Kristin greeted the other two boys. Techno and Wilbur both greeted her in return, only to be interrupted when Grian approached, using his wings to pull both his brothers into a hug. Tommy snickered as he spewed teases to his brothers, only to curse loudly when he was pulled in with them. 

“Oi! Fuck off!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Shit, Clementine! No copying daddy’s cursing!”

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“Slow down, Clem, don’t choke. Your food isn't going anywhere.”

Clem just quickly swallowed her food, sticking her tongue out at her uncle before shoving another spoonful of mac & cheese in her mouth, making Wilbur grimace once more. Sighing, he turned to face his baby brother, who paid no mind to the way his daughter was eating. Frowning, he spoke up.

“Tommy.”

“Hm? What?”

“Look at your daughter.”

“What about her?”

“Look at how she’s eating.”

Tommy peered over to Clementine, who shoved another mouthful in, smudges of cheese around her mouth. Tilting her head she smiled at her uncle, making Wilbur gag once more. Phil scrunched his nose as Kristin hid a laugh, shaking her head at the scene. Humming, Tommy just nodded.

“Ah, I see. Clem, you need to eat more protein, here.”

“Tommy, I didn’t mean that!”

“Mememememe, that’s what you sound like right now.”

Clem giggled as she watched the two bicker with each other. Turning to face her cousins, amusement filled her as she saw Theo’s disgusted expression.

“Clem, that’s gross!”

Biting crazily into her burger, she chewed a few times before opening her mouth, showing off her food. Grumbot and Jrumbot both grimaced, looking away. Theo, on the other hand, screeched.

“Ewwww!!!!! DAAAAAAD!!!!!”

Swallowing her food, Clem couldn’t help but laugh as chaos ensued at their table. As she prepared to feed the chaos, movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Tilting her head, she watched as the figure stiffened, before running down an alley. Quietly sliding out of her seat, she grabbed two of her burgers as she followed the figure, not bothering to notify her family of her actions. Peering into the alley, she gathered her confidence as she spoke up.

“H-Hello?”

A whimper replied.

“Come out?”

Silence.

“Hungry?”

“Y-yes…”

“Here! Food!”

Clementine smiled as she held out one of her burgers. She watched as a child her size emerged from the shadows, timidly staring at her hand. Ears twitching, he licked his lips as he saw the burger, uneaten, waiting for him. The swishing of his black-striped tail caught her attention, amusement filling her. A raccoon. 

“Take.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, he lunged forward, snatching the burger and scarfing it down, hungry growls escaping his mouth. Once he had finished it (wrapper and everything) he seemed to have settled down. Flushed with embarrassment over how he acted when eating, he mumbled apologies. Clementine just smiled as she held out the other burger.

“Take.”

He watched her once more, staring at the second burger presented to him by the same girl. She was weird. 

“Come on, I won’t hurt you, promise! Let’s sit down over here.”

Clementine nodded, making the hybrid smile. Following him into a pile of abandoned boxes, she happily sat down in front of the boy, who was obviously trying to hide how hungry he was for the second burger. Smiling, she held the burger out to him once more. His face brightened up as he grabbed it, nodding in thanks as he began to eat again. Doing his best to restrain himself from scarfing it down and risking scaring the girl away, he slowly ate the burger, thinking of what to say. Halfway through the burger, he spoke up.

“Thank you for the food! You’re really nice! You know, it’s my birthday today, so this is a nice gift!”

“Birthday?”

“Yeah!”

“Birthday!”

The boy brightened up as Clementine pointed to herself, happily chanting that it was her birthday. Quickly finishing his burger, he quickly continued the conversation.

“It’s your birthday too? Cool! How old are you?”

“Three!”

“Really? Me too! We’re like twins!”

“Twins! Twins!”

The two smiled and laughed as Clem hopped up and down in her seat flailing her arms in excitement. The boy shared her excitement and joy, happily kicking his feet around. Pointing to herself once more, Clem happily exclaimed at the boy.

“Clementine!”

“That’s a nice name, Clementine. I’m William!”

“Wil! Wil! Wil!”

Jumping to the ground, Clem twirled a bit before holding her hand out. 

“Go!”

“Where?”

“Papa!”

William stopped, his smile dropping. Avoiding her eyes, he spoke up.

“O-Oh, you have a family? I don’t think your mom and dad will like you being around me.”

“Uh-uh. Me ‘n Papa. Papa love you. Papa wants you home.”

He still looked unsure, something that made the girl annoyed. He was being very difficult at the moment, and she didn’t appreciate that.

“Papa adopt me. Papa adopt you. Family.”

“Do you think so?”

“I know.”

“Well, I don’t think he’d want a raccoon hybrid in his home.”

Smiling at the boy, Clem shook like a wet animal, forming raccoon ears and a tail for herself. William starred in shock, his eyes widening even more the moment she shifted between different types of animals and bugs, ending with her human form.

“He take me. He take you. Stay here, I come back with Papa.”

With Wil’s nod of agreement, Clementine scurried from the alley and back to her family’s table. Upon sitting down, she was immediately hounded.

“There you are!”

“Where were you?!”

“We searched everywhere! We were fixing to pay so that we could look for you in other areas!”

“Bathroom.”

The family settled down as Clementine gave her excuse, the bathroom. All buying it, they warned her to not scare them like that ever again. After all that was done, everyone began to disperse, promising to meet up at the Hermit server for the dinner. All who remained was Clementine and Tommy.

“Papa.”

“Hm?”

“Follow.”

Before Tommy could say or do anything, Clementine took off. Not wanting to lose his daughter again, he quickly followed, calling out to her. Concern formed in him as they entered an alley, only to melt away the moment he saw his daughter pull on a small hand from a pile of boxes. 

“Wil, out.”

After many attempts with no success, she dramatically groaned as she began to pull on her father’s hand. Pointing back at the pile, she whined to her father.

“Wil.”

Raising an eyebrow, he nodded as he kneeled before the boxes. Peering in, he called out in uncertainty.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi.”

“I’m assuming that you’re Wil?”

“Y-Yes sir. William.”

The tugging sensation at Tommy’s arm caught his attention. Turning to face his daughter, he watched as happily pointed at the hidden boy.

“Twins!!!”

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[operationcavill]

Garden Party - Part 2

You guys were so kind about this one and lots asked for a follow up, so here’s Part 2!

Read Part 1 here.

He kisses her again, this time with much more passion. Her tongue feels like velvet and he can’t help but give her bum a small squeeze. She moans and he stops, “I’ve got to leave or I’ll be in this hallway all night.” Her hands grip the fabric of his shirt, mouth open but nothing comes out. “Tell me to go.”

“I can’t.”

He clicks his tongue, “You should.”

She brings her brows together, “Why?”

“Because I have to be up very early,” he has his way of silliness about him, which is a dangerous trait for Y/N. “You invite me in and I won’t get a wink of sleep.”

She rolls her eyes, “And why is that?”

“I would be quite busy.”

“Busy, hmm?” Oh?

He leans in again, pressing his body to hers, “Mhmm.” He squeezes her backside harder, earning him a moan, “Shh, let’s not alert the neighbors.”

“On the count of three, you let me go and I run inside,” he smiles and nods. “One, two, three,” instead of letting go, he picks her up and slams the door behind him. “Henry!”

He mocks her in a high pitched voice, “Y/N!” Henry plops her down on the couch, then gets on top of her.

“I said on the count of three,” she kisses him between words, gladly accepting the weight atop of her.

He doesn’t skip a beat, “I was always terrible at maths.” His mouth sucks on her neck and he grows hard as her legs widen for him, allowing him to get even closer to her.

Y/N states, breathlessly, “Thought you had to be up early.”

“I’ll be late,” he could kiss her until the sun comes up.

“Henry,” she enjoys his eagerness but doesn’t want to get in the way.

“Saying my name like that will only make me stay longer.” He begins kissing lower toward her breasts and groans when her hips roll into him, “Unbutton this, let me see.”

She unbuttons the dress to her waist to reveal no bra, just her soft skin, “you’re turn,” he pulls his shirt over his head in record speed, showing off his sculpted body, “Are you serious?”

He looks down at his chest confused, “What’s wrong?”

“You look like that,” she scans her own body, “and I clearly can’t say no to mac & cheese.” He opens her dress further to fully expose her chest, he smiles and kisses just above her nipple.

“You look delicious, even more than Mac & Cheese,” she can’t help but burst into laughter.

“You’re ridiculous,” she closes two buttons so her tummy isn’t exposed.

“You are, what are you doing?” He moves her fingers and slowly unbuttons every single closure on her dress, leaving her completely bare except for her underwear. “Let me look at you,” he can tell she’s nervous and self conscious, “I see nothing but beauty. I see a woman that I can’t seem to keep my hands off of, someone who looks good enough to eat.” His bottom lip drags across her nipple and she shudders, “you’re beautiful, sexy,” his tongue licks the hard nub, “and sweet.”

Her nails feel so good digging into his scalp that he can’t wait to do more for her, “God,”

“Feel good?” If he enjoyed anyway, it was praise for his... talent.

“Mhmm.”

“Yeah?” He sticks his middle finger in her mouth, causing I got her eyes to close, “Can I make it feel better?”  

She gets out a muffled, “Yes,” and finds his hand in her panties and his mouth on her nipple, “oh my god,” Henry wasted no time in pleasuring her. His finger rubs her clit in circles and loses himself in her heavy breathing.

“Get on your knees.” Y/Ns eyes pop open, “Please, love, just a little bit,” he’s desperate and is already panting before she can unzip his jeans. “S’good.” He puts her hair in a makeshift ponytail and rests his head in the back of the couch, “fuck.”

If he wasn’t in her mouth, she’d be smiling. Her hands are placed in his thighs and he whimpers each time she licks his balls. She enjoyed that Henry was not shy about his moans and groans, it only encouraged her further. She pops him out of her mouth and strokes him, resting her cheek on his thigh. His chest is rapidly rising and falling and she cutely smiles up at him when he looks at her, “Hi.”

He almost looks angry but it’s pure lust due to how dirty and adorable she is, “Oh, you’re gonna get it.” She raises her eyebrows and he grabs her chin to make her stand. He sits there, staring at her while he strokes himself, “come get it.”

She grins, bending down to his face, “give it to me.” She pokes his chin and laughs as she runs off to her bedroom. She’s left him bewildered on her couch but he doesn’t hesitate to follow her.

He grabs her before she can make it to her bed and he spanks her before getting her pressed into the bed. He spits in his hand and rubs himself before sliding into her, “Fuck that cute grin right off your face.”

Y/N immediately feels that burn of being stretched, she was convinced that Henry was something she dreamed up, that this might not even be happening. “Come here.”

“You like it when I talk like that, don’t you?” He kisses her once more before continuing, “You wanna hear me talk about this perfect little cunt?” He feels her squeeze around him, “Mmm, I’ve never had a pussy as sweet as yours.” He thrusts into her harder, making him more prideful than before. “You want more of me?” She nods, “Naughty thing, are you?”

She licks her lips, “What are you gonna do about that?” He can’t believe this angelic being can say such things. She winks at him, “open that drawer.” He raises an eyebrow, briefly stopping his hips to lean over to her night table. He laughs when he sees a wireless wand.

“You just think of everything, don’t you?” He gets her on top of him then clicks on the vibrator. He spreads open her lips, placing the toy directly on her clit. He smirks as it touches her, knowing she was full of him and that he also controlled the vibrations on her pussy, it was addicting. Henry feels her begin to shake and he presses the toy down, allowing the vibrations to become stronger. The way way ground herself down on him was a treat to watch. He loves to watch a woman unravel like this.

Y/N comes with a smile and unknowingly giggles. Henry loses it, flipping her to her back, he pounds into her. She whines and he can feel that delightful twitch again. He presses his nose to hers, making sure she can’t avoid his eyes, “Tell me what you want,” She only gives him small cries due to her sensitivity, “Come on, Y/N, I know you’re gonna come again, Tell me what you want.”

She grabs the back of his neck and says something he never expected, “Just shut the fuck up, Henry,” he smiles as she kisses him. Her free hand grabs his bottom, pulling him into her further.

He feels himself tense and he shuts his eyes, he makes a noise he doesn’t think he’s made since he was 20 and, “Fucking hell,” she squeezes her walls around him and feels a tingle building in her clit. He was right, she was going to come for him again.

“Gonna come. Gonna come again,” Y/N buried her face into his shoulder and he grabs the headboard. She comes even harder than the first time and her nails dig into his bum.

That was more than he needed. He feels hot and lightheaded. He lets out a loud grunt as he pumps into her a few more times before pulling out, and laying his head on her chest. “Are you some kind of sex witch?”

She laughs, “What?”

“I came so hard that my dick hurts.”

“I’d say I could make it better but I’m exhausted.”

“Well, I don’t think it even works anymore.”

She slaps his forearm, “Oh, stop it.”

“You’ve made me less of a man, Y/N! What have you done!” He fake cries but only to distract her so he can grab her breasts and suck on each nipple.

“I though I made you less of a man!” Henry gives her a terrible excuse of a wink and bites down in her nipple as he jokingly bares his teeth and growls. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m playing with your tits.”

“I can see that.”

“Mhmm.” This man is insatiable. He kisses up her neck and rests his head beside hers, “Can I stay with you?”

“I had hoped you would,” she shifts her body so she’s laying her head on his chest now, “You’re comfy.”

“Let’s lay here for a bit, then,” he kisses the top of her head and shuts his eyes, feeling completely content and strangely at home.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Control P13

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SEXY

I sat on a little chair watching across the department store y/n walking around the baby department, I had given up hours ago and sat down where I could still see her. she walked around with her cart, "Y/n?" I called but nothing "Y/n? Little lady?"

"yes Benny?" she calls back as she had heard me that time

"Come here little lady," I told her so she smiled and came over with her little cart "what have you got?"

"Baby stuff"

"Yeah what you've been shopping for hours?"

"I got some tiny clothes, tiny shoes, little bottles and toys" she smiled

"Okay... why my darling is everything pink?"

"Because It's a pretty colour"

"What if it's a boy?"

"Then he will like pink" I said

"But he's a boy"

"Boy's can't like pink?"

"Yeah but... if he had only pink clothes and pink stuff it's gonna get annoying for him, and what if we do have a girl and she hates pink"

"Well. what do you suggest benny?" "I know a gender-neutral colour scheme"

"Do you?" "Black and white"

"You are not dressing our baby up like a chessboard?"

"why not? He'll match the apartment"

"Benny our baby doesn't need to match the aesthetic"

"Maybe not yours. I would like the baby to fit the... chess theme that we have in the apartment and in general when we go places"

"The baby doesn't need to fit the aesthetic benny" she laughs going back to her shopping

"So you're telling me? we go to the Us championship next year and you don't want the baby to have a little black stroller and white blankets while we walk around the hotel?" I smirked as I followed her "So people think your baby is cute?"

"People will think the baby is cute if it's dressed like a chessboard, or a bunny rabbit" she giggled showing a tiny rabbit onzie

"But... if it could be in a chess colour scheme"

"Benny you dress our baby like a chess piece I am letting it thrown up on you"

"Ohh it will. I know it will."

"fine then I will make you watch down there the whole time I am in labour"

"Fine. we should probably sort out the big stuff? like a crib. a high chair. a pram. whatever those bouncy things are"

"bouncy things?"

"those things" I said pointing to them

"That's a yoga ball benny. it's not for babies" "Then why is it in the baby section?"

"It's for pregnant ladies"

"Ooh. then what is that crazy looking thing?"

"That's for getting breast milk in bottles" she laughs

"Oh yeah, your gonna start having milk come out your boobs," I said absentmindedly and she glared at me "what? you are? Ohh does that mean I can't squeeze them anymore?" "Not very hard no"

"I best make use of my time" I smiled cuddling her and grabbing her boobs

"we are in a store!" she whines pushing me away "You want a job to do?"

"Yes."

"Go find toys"

"Toys?"

"Not plushie ones, toy ones. you're smart I want baby to be smart so go find things like what you plaid with as a child"

".... who do you think I was as a child?"

"Like the smarty child playing with the brain toys?"

"No. more the evil child that went around hitting other kids with a stick. and poking dead things

"I would have liked to have known that before you impregnated me benny"

"well now you know"

"That's the kinda stuff they send kids to doctors about?"

"Ohh they did. like four times. I would bite them"

"How old were you?"

"Like three"

"Just go look for toys benny"

"Fine." I sighed giving her a kiss and going to find the toy section "and buy more than a chessboard"

"The baby has to have a chessboard. from the moment it's born"

"Yeah but we own twenty-six of them"

".... fine! I can't choose its toys, I can't dress the baby. what exactly am I involved in?"

"you did your job, it's inside me now your jobs are building baby furniture and take care of me until such time as I birth a small human" she explained "Also we should hurry I really want a crumpet"

"The sex or the food?"

"... both"

"Five minutes little lady, then we shall go home and ... rest"

"good, Ohh I also need a new lipstick while were here" she says scampering off

"Great we'll be here another six hours" I sighed

"what was that?"

"Nothing darling"

I sat at the table going though my game, trying to get some work done, while Y/n was working on setting up the corner of our apartment. I had built the crib and a couple other bits we bought and she was setting it all up putting blankets and toys around in the little places all while she stroked her babybump, I couldnt help looking up often keeping an eye on her.

I smiled resting my chin on my hand and my elbow on the table watching her across the room, She stood sorting the babies stuff folding little blankets and hugging the plushies as she sorted it all out from the shopping bags, in her little fluffy slippers, her sweet white and blue stripped thigh high socks, her little light blue dress with buttons down her chest a couple of them undone, Her large baby bump sat so perfectly even if she often had to becareful not to bump it into things where she still wasn't use to it, her hair in the sweet intense curls fresh out of her rollers, Gently humming a little tune.

"what?" she asked as she spotted me looking at her and I just shrug "Ohh you don't have something to say?" she laughs

"You look pretty" I told her

"Sure I do" she sighed

"You do." I smiled "You look sexy preganant"

"I'm a boat"

"A pretty boat"

"Benny!"

"What?"

"You shouldn't make fun of me"

"I'm not making fun of you."

"How could I ever be sexy with this... thing"

"That thing is our child"

"Still. it's not sexy to look like your trying to steal a watermelon from a supermarket"

"I still think you look sexy" I told her "I still think your sexy. I would still go crazy if you wore that little lacy nightie"

"I can't benny it doesn't fit me anymore"

"I'm sure I can find one in your infinate wardrobe something you and baby can fit in"

"I highly doubt you will find me desireable with this" she says

"I think I will"

"I bet you won't"

"I bet I will"

"Will you now?"

"I know I will" I smirked

"Fine but if I'm right then you have to do the night feedings for three months when baby comes"

"Alright, but if I'm right, then I get to snuggle with you as much as I want. and You will make me victoria sponge cupcakes."

"alright" she nods "You can finish up, and I'll meet you in the bedroom" she smiled giving my head a kiss as she walked to the bathroom.

I sat reading my book but often getting distracted watching her walk around on her huge dress usually holding her hips or her bump. "Ooh bulbs gone" she says as she clicked the ceiling lights on

"Ahh, damn thing that's the fourth one that's gone in there. I think the fitting needs changing. Or I need to ring the landlord to come look at the electric box again" I explain

"Possibly" she says going to the kitchen draw

"What are you doing?"

"Changing the light bulb?" She shurgs

"Are you?" I laughed putting my book down watching her slowly walk over she put up her arm trying so hard to reach it but honestly I don't think she could reach it when she wasn't seven months pregnant, let alone now. I held back my laughs a little watching her try before got up and did it for her

"I was about to do it" she pouted

"Of course you where little lady" I smiled giving her head a kiss and pulling her into a cuddle resting my head on hers "y/n, you are seven months pregnant little lady. You can't do everything you use to"

"Who says I can't?"

"... The doctor"

"Well what does he know"

".... Uuuuuhh alot"

"I can do it Benny I'm not some damn invalid"

"I'm not saying you are. I'm saying you need to slow down a little be careful. Your growing a human inside you you should be resting and being careful. Don't want something bad to happy do we?"

"No. I just don't like sitting around not doing anything," she whines "I have things to do"

"I know you don't. But that's why I'm here I'll take care of my lovely lady, till baby comes Iam your salve darling I'll wait on you hand and foot if you'd want me too"

"Benny" she giggled

"No I mean it. You need to rest" I told her "now you sit down I'll make you some lunch"

"Thank you" she smiled

"Your welcome" I laughed going to the fridge taking the little list I stuck today the fridge off it was a page I ripped out one of her pregnancy books about what she can and can't eat looking in the fridge and at the list trying to think of what I could make her "now... would you like a salad?"

"No" she pouts as she sat on my chair

"Would you like... cereal?"

"No"

"Would you like... mac and cheese?" I asked before I remembered as she bolted for the bathroom and I could hear her throwing up "sorry hun I forgot" I told her "I'll make you some french toast okay? That'll settle baby down"

I went and began making her french toast the way she likes it and eventually she came back "hey, you okay now?"

"Don't mention that stuff"

"I know I'm sorry little lady, I forgot." I laughed giving her a kiss "ah... I uhhh y/n I love you And I don't wanna be rude but... I need to wash my mouth out now because, I can taste the morning sickness" I sighed quickly washing my mouth as I could taste it, it was horrible.

"Sorry Benny"

'ita fine I was dumb for giving you a kiss before you washed your mouth out"

"It's not morning sickness either it's like one pm"

"I class it as morning sickness as you only woke up like two hours ago"

"And morning sickness lasts all day," she says loitering over where I was cooking

"Then why not just call it pregnant sickness?"

"I don't know" she shurgs trying to steal the first finished bit

"Oi! No little lady its too hot you'll burn your pretty mouth"

"What do you care?"

"Well I might wanna use that pretty mouth later" I winked giving her butt a pinch

"Benny!" She whines

"What?"

"Dirty daddy"

"Well how can I not be when mummy's so sexy and beautiful" I cooed giving her a kiss on the head

[kaimelia]

Heartbeats (Ch 2)

a/n: ahhhh thank you for all of the love on ch 1! I have a bunch of this already written so updates will be pretty consistent for the next few chapters!

here’s a link to ch 1: https://afsalta.tumblr.com/post/646116480826654720/heartbeats-ch1

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"So, your tests showed that you have Stage 3 Metastatic Osteosarcoma, which has spread to your lungs. We're going to get you started on chemotherapy soon and make a surgical plan." He felt a squeeze on his hand yet continued to stare blankly ahead. If the oncologist was still talking, he couldn't hear anything.

"I thought osteosarcoma only occurred in young people," Amelia muttered, bringing Link out of his thoughts.

"It's definitely more common among young adults, but it still occurs among adults." Link stared at the nameplate on the desk in front of him, tracing the outline of each letter with his eyes. He could feel the oncologist's gaze on him. "We want to start chemo as soon as possible. I think that we start with four rounds of chemo and see what effect it has." He nodded slowly. "I know that this is scary, so I'll give you two some time. Come find me if you have any questions." She exited the room, leaving them alone. Amelia shifted uncomfortably, thinking about how this was their third time in this situation in the past week. Sitting in a doctor's office, faced with terrible news and neither one of them knowing what to say.

"Do you want to go home?" He shook his head.

"I can't go home. I can't look at Scout and smile like everything's okay."

"We have to tell him eventually," she whispered, watching as the orthopedic surgeon lifted himself out of the chair, taking an extra moment to gain his balance. He suddenly felt more uneasy than before, as if receiving a diagnosis had worsened his condition. She stood up behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Where are you going?"

"To find Jo. I need to drink." She sighed as he walked away, her hand falling to her side, and she whimpered softly to herself. Link made his way down the hall, hoping that his coworkers couldn't see the limp in his leg that was paining him more than before. "Jo," he muttered, tugging at her arm once he approached her. She turned around at the sound of his voice and smiled widely.

"Hey, what's going on with your face?"

"I need to drink." Jo pulled out her phone, clicking on the screen and showing it to him.

"It's not even noon." He raised his eyebrows, hoping that his best friend would understand the expression on his face. "Okay. Give me five minutes." He grudgingly followed her into the attendings' lounge, silently leaning against the counter while waiting for her to change out of her scrubs. They walked to the bar in silence, Link ordering a beer as she fell into a booth. "What's going on?" He took a sip of the beer, leaning back against the cushion behind him.

"I have cancer." Jo's face fell across from him, and he avoided her gaze. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get drunk and forget about the fact that I'm dying." She reached for his hand across the table, a motion of comfort.

"Alright."

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Jo dropped him off a few hours later; her arm wrapped tightly around her friend's waist to steady him as they climbed the short walkway leading to the front door. Amelia opened it after Jo knocked. "He's drunk. Like, really drunk."

"I'm not that drunk," he interjected, his words slurring together. Jo could see the neurosurgeon's chin quiver slightly before she reached out for her husband's arm. "He told me. About the cancer. I'm really sorry, and if you guys need anything, I'm always here." Amelia nodded, thanking the woman for bringing Link home. He grinned at her widely after the door was closed.

"You look really pretty." She frowned at his words and dropped his wrist.

"Don't. Go to our bedroom and sleep. I have to go pick Scout up from school, and I don't want him seeing you like this." Link laughed at her, stumbling towards their bedroom and using the walls of the hallway for support. She bit her lip and turned around, quickly grabbing the car keys and slamming the door behind her. She connected her phone to the Bluetooth of the car, clicking the call button on Maggie's contact before starting the vehicle.

"Amelia?"

"Stage 3 metastatic osteosarcoma spread to his lungs. Feels like a fucking death sentence," she mumbled, backing out of the driveway. "And then Link goes out drinking and comes home slurring his speech, barely able to walk down the hallway. And now I have to pick my son up from school and pretend like nothing's wrong!" She could imagine Maggie's face on the other end of the phone; her lips pursed tightly and the corners of her eyes swollen with tears.

"Amelia, I'm so sorry-"

"I'm just so pissed off. Of course, this happens when our lives are finally settling down. I mean, we just got settled into the house, Scout's finally used to going to school, and now my husband's going to die!" Her voice grew increasingly loud as she spoke, stopping the car suddenly at a red light.

"Amelia, he's not going to-"

"Tell me something. Anything, please. I need to think about something else." The air was silent for a moment.

"Winston still wants to move to Boston. I told him I can't leave; you and Link need me, Mer needs me, but he's really insistent."

"Do you want to go?" Another moment of silence.

"I'm not sure. My family's here. I don't want to leave you all," Maggie spoke, her voice quieter than before. Amelia suddenly felt a bit of guilt, knowing that Maggie wouldn't leave with the knowledge of Link's cancer. "But, I also love Winston. He wants to be near his family."

"Sounds like you're going back to long-distance," Amelia mumbled, pulling into the school parking lot. "I gotta go. Come over for dinner sometime this week?"

"Of course." Amelia parked the car and disconnected her phone, bringing it up to her ear. "If you need anything, I'm here."

"Thank you." She shoved her phone into her pocket, joining the crowd of other parents waiting for their children. The school doors opened a minute later, and she immediately spotted her son running out with his bright blue backpack.

"Mamma!" he shouted, speeding forward into her arms. Amelia kneeled and embraced him tightly.

"Hi, buddy!" She smiled widely at him, glancing down at his hands. "What happened!" The boy grinned and held his hands out, his fingers covered in blue scribbles.

"I was showing Harrison the veins on his fingers, so we traced them with a marker!" Amelia cocked her head to the side and rustled her son's hair, waving to another parent walking by.

"Looks like someone's going to need some hand sanitizer." She took his hand, leading him to the car and helping him up into his car seat. He always complained about it, saying he was a big boy, and since Ellis didn't need her car seat anymore, he didn't need his. The mother chuckled at his claims, pretending to block her ears while moving into the driver's seat. He excitedly told her about his day and how his teacher let him lead the line because he finished his work first.

"Momma?" He eventually asked, kicking his legs out against the back of her seat.

"Mhm?"

"Can we have pizza for dinner?" Amelia smiled at him in the rearview window.

"Tonight is supposed to be mac and cheese."

"Daddy was sad yesterday, and Daddy loves pizza." She choked back a sob at her son's awareness, suddenly conscious of what her son didn't know. "And we can watch Toy Story!"

"I think that would be wonderful."

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Amelia masked her annoyance when her husband came out into the living room later that evening, complaining about his headache. He'd slumped down onto the couch and pulled Scout into his embrace, acting as if he wasn't dying and as if he hadn't spent the day getting drunk like a stupid teenager. They'd both smiled widely as Toy Story began to play on the television, happily eating pizza and amusing their son with high-pitched voices and tickles on his stomach. After the movie, Amelia looked over at her husband. He nodded slowly, as if unsure of what he was saying himself, yet somehow understanding what she was asking.

"Scout, there's something we need to talk to you about." He perked up quickly, nibbling on a pizza crust, his toy Buzz resting in his lap. Link sat up behind him and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You know how Daddy and I have been going to a lot of appointments yesterday and today?"

"With Dr. Bailey!" Her eyes turned upwards in a smile.

"Some of them, yes." She took her son's hand in hers. "We have to go to the doctor's because Daddy is sick." Scout turned around to look up at his father.

"You're sick?" Link nodded at him, biting the inside of his cheek. "How?"

"Well, my body is sick. And I have to get medicine and maybe have surgery soon." Amelia frowned when his voice cracked.

"Like the flu?" She shook her head.

"No, Daddy has something called cancer. The doctors are going to do everything to make Daddy feel better. But, he's gonna be tired and feel sick a lot." Scout sniffled, a few tears escaping from his eyes. The neurosurgeon looked up to see the same look on Link's face, his own tears rolling down his cheeks. "And, if there's anything you want to know, you can ask us."

"Is Daddy going to die?" he cried, his tiny blue eyes pleading for an answer. Amelia took his hand.

"We don't know, Scout. We have to see if Daddy feels better when he gets the medicine." Scout fell against his father's chest, burying his face into the man's t-shirt. Link wrapped his arms around his son, leaning back into the couch.

"I'm right here, okay?" They remained in that position for some time until Scout had tired himself out from crying and fallen asleep in Link's arms. Amelia watched as her husband looked down at their son, his hand rubbing soothing patterns on the boy's forehead. He made eye contact with her. "I'm sorry. That I got drunk, I just needed to forget for a few hours."

"I'm not going to say it's okay, you know how I feel when you drink a lot, but I understand why." She sighed, pulling the knitted blanket off the back of the couch and tossing it over her husband and son. "You do realize that once you start chemo, you can't drink." He raised his eyebrows.

"I know." The air between them felt heavy. "He's already so sad. He doesn't even truly understand what's happening and he's terrified. He's only four," Link whispered, not looking away from their sleeping son.

"You're his dad. He practically worships you." They both breathed out soft laughs. "He wanted to get pizza for dinner because he noticed you looked sad." Link turned his head, making eye contact with her. "He's a lot more observant than we think. He just needs us to be with him." The father nodded in agreement. "Are we sleeping out here tonight?" she asked, adjusting a pillow behind her. Link laid down further into the couch.

"We should put him in his own bed," Link said softly, careful not to raise his voice too loudly. Amelia smirked, knowing that Scout wouldn't end up in his bed.

"I'll go get us some more blankets."

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