#cramp? Autumn boys got you

[nocasdatsgay]

Yea male autumn court fae fuck like they got fire in their veins but have you considered their large, warm hands probably make the best heating pads?

#cramp? Autumn boys got you #and you get a cuddle #I think about this a lot more than I should #I wanna write a fic just to call Eris or Lucien glorified heating pads #cause they are #autumn court #acotar #lucien acotar #eris acotar

[inkdrinkerworld]

adore your writing and spencer reid <<<333

all i can’t think about is knitter/crocheter reader who makes reid sweaters and cardigans and the first time she does it for him for his birthday. maybe reader works at the bau and manages to get to spencer’s desk early to leave the present for him, which is of course a gorgeous hand knit sweater<33

You and Spencer are a fresh thing. You were never a sure thing at the BAU, being brought in on a case need basis but even those short couple of days had drawn you and Spencer to each other.

Now, you’re almost six months into your relationship and his birthday is fast approaching. To deal with the stress of your job, you’d picked up crochet. A hobby to help you focus a little less on UnSubs and more on whatever you’re making.

You’re almost finished with Spencer’s birthday gift- a brand new sweater. It’s all the colours of autumn, browns and green, oranges and deep mauves. It’ll look great on him.

By the time his birthday rolls around, you’re weaving the ends in and wrapping it all pretty in brown paper with his name written in looping letters.

Everything else was planned out with the team, cake and lunch and even a little gift exchange but you want to give Spencer yours first.

It’s a rush to Quantico, there’s traffic and everyone is driving poorly and you’re panicking because Spencer is always five minutes early and you’re about ten minutes behind him.

In what you can only determine a change in luck and all of the gods on your side, you make it just in time to make a quick sprint in your heels no less to his desk to set the parcel down before he walks in behind you.

“Happy birthday, Spence!” You try for ease and an airy quality to your tone but it fails because you’re out of breath and nervous.

What if he hates it? Now you’re wondering if you got his measurements right- it’s always a gamble.

“Thank you,” he drops a kiss to your forehead and makes for the kitchen. “Did you have your coffee already? You seem wired.” He looks over his shoulder as he opens the fridge for milk.

You just shake your head. You’re trying not to wring your fingers to all hell as you watch Spencer set about making you both cups of coffee.

“There’s something on your desk,” again you try for a little ease, a little casualness but it falls very flat.

Especially when Spencer hums, a pretty smirk on his face. “Is there?”

“Spencer Reid, you can’t do that.” You stomp your foot a little and he laughs, reaching for you just as the kettle goes off.

“I can do anything, it’s my birthday.” You sigh and lean up to kiss his cheek.

“I suppose you can, but would you open it before the rest of the team get here? In case you hate it?”

He tuts, “You know I won’t.” Spencer sets both mugs on his desk, nudging you to have a sip and you frown when you realise it’s herbal tea and not the coffee you’d been hoping for. “Your hands have been shaking and cramping a lot more recently.”

You watch with eagerness as he opens the parcel, a smile breaking out on his face as he realises what it is.

“Do you like it?” You’re nibbling on your lip, ruining your pretty glossy lips.

“Think it would be too much to put it on now?” Your eyes brighten and you squeal.

“Would you really?” Spencer nods, hands already reaching for his blazer to strip.

It’s bad luck that’s just when Morgan and Emily stroll in, a low whistle sounding in the room.

“Oh okay, pretty boy, I see you!” Derek says and Emily laughs while Spencer, even after all the things he’s lived, flushes.

You on the other hand, roll your eyes.

“You know, you could’ve saved it for after the ‘happy birthday’.” Derek only shakes his head.

“I don’t think I need to wish him one if he’s willing to risk an HR meeting.”

Spencer kisses you smack on the mouth which is only fuel to the fire. “I’ll wear it tonight angel, thank you.”

You’re a little dazed and Spencer seems to relish that fact. “You’re welcome, Spence.”

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[calummss]

PREY | FLIP ZIMMERMAN

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summary: never trust a charming man. his charm might turn into your worst nightmare when the man seems too good to be true

pairing: fem! reader x flip zimmerman

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is the weirdest idea i’ve ever had, do not ask how i came up with it…i wrote this for english lit so if there a name or description to the my oc i changed to ‘y/n’ please ignore since i didnt proof read!!

TW! kidnapping, implied cannibalism

"I can hear you, sweetheart," taunting words fell between the rapid rustling and crunching of the autumn leaves, creaking branches, and the smell of wet weeds and newly bloomed wild flowers.

A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of your neck; your hairs stuck to the side of your face as you twisted and turned to see what direction was the way out of the forest maze—quickly and safely. Every second you pondered, you wasted time. Every wrong turn you took, you wasted energy. Every second, you were hopelessly running away from safety.

You felt a surge of adrenaline as the cold air bit into your lungs. You forced your legs to push harder off the muddy ground and slippery roots, anticipating the relief of finding someone who could help. A sudden ringing noise penetrated your ear; a waft of air shot past you. Your heart sank into what seemed like a bottomless pit in your stomach when you saw a shotgun shell embedded in tree bark. A meaningless piece of brass and plastic, the colour of gasoline fuel, but its shape solid; red like blood.

Your screaming burst through your lungs; it was the only weapon you had. Your breath was sharp and frantic, your eyes wide filled with tears. Fear washed over you as you thought of the possibility of your life being cut short just because you had trusted a man who turned out to be the kind of charming until he got what he needed.

"You broke my trust, Y/n." His voice sang through the thick air. "You know, my favourite game as a boy used to be hide-and-seek. Always played with my brother, friends, family,” A short but taunting silence made your heart race. "They always complained because I played unfairly and cheated," he said, to the sound of his gun clocking. "I disagree."

The soft ground blurred below you. You continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, figuring it was because of the psychopath on your tail. The only things that could hinder you from survival were your physical limits and your doubt. But your exhaustion also came running after you, and your cramping legs gave in, falling into the pile of wet leaves. Your body shook as you pressed your back against the tree trunk, trying to regain some sort of power to keep on running, but it was no use.

His frame edged closer and closer, his black shoulder-length hair blowing in the low wind. His dark gaze fixed on you as his twisted smile sent shivers down your spine.

Your mind went frantic with the thought, ‘weak.’

He looked at you, jaw clenched, inches away from you. Nostrils picked up the scent of his cologne as your lips started to tremble, knowing you had failed to outrun him. What would he do now that you had tried to run away? You didn’t know.

"You look beautiful when you're scared," he crouches down, cocking his head. "But the fun is over now and I get really angry when people try to outsmart me. Will you try to outsmart me again?"

"Please!" Your voice cracks. "Please, you don’t have to do this!" You cry out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

"But I do," his voice now soft like it had been before he opened up the door to his cabin. "I have to do this."

Your crying intensified; your chest grew tight as bile rose in your throat. Blood pounded in your ears. Your hands shook. Your feet tingled. Your vision was disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish tank. There was nothing else you could do but give up. His strong arms scooped you off the ground and started carrying you away.

Your heart pounded even harder when you could see a street poking from behind the branches, realising you had given up before the finish line. Darkness was torn from your face, and a matrix of lights blinded you. Groaning, you shifted, attempting to jerk away from the brightness beyond your lids. Your hand hits your face, the drowsiness making you feel like a marionette. But even though your limbs feel heavy, like they had piled on imaginary weight, you tried to pull herself together. Pushing your torso off the ground, you noticed you were back in the living room you had been in moments before you took off running. Your eyes scanned for restraints—none.

But there he was. Tall, broad, muscular, wearing...black? A black blazer buttoned over something white, dark trousers, black shoes, all melting together into one until you blink a few times.

He must have noticed your surprise.

"Don’t worry," he took a swig of beer. "This manor is human proof. Both escaping," he huffed out, placing his hands on his thighs before talking towards the kitchen counter, "I mean like escape proof, soundproof, everything proof." He laughed.

"Why are you doing this?"

You spoke, your heart pounding and your voice cracking. "What the fuck is happening?"

He cackled, like he had one too many drinks, and laughed at a terribly awful joke. "Something very unfortunate for you."

"Let me go. Please. I swear I—I won’t tell anyone."

Silence.

“What happened, Flip?" Your gaze dropped to his frame, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. His hands engulfed the beer bottle he held. "What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, Y/n." Monotone. Dry.

"Then please tell me why you are doing this to me." You couldn’t stop your chin from trembling or your heart from wanting to explode out of your chest. "You treated me so well. We slept together. And now. What is this?"

Flip scrambled out of his seat.

Your eyes darted across the room—the drawing room at the cabin, nothing but miles of land and sheep. It stood close to the sea, just off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, which at this time of year had the strongest and toughest currents.

Flip placed the beer on one of the coffee tables and braced his weight on the gold-encrusted sofa that stood perfectly opposite you.

"I mean don’t get me wrong, dear, the sex was incredible and probably some of the best I ever had but it was part of my scheme."

"What scheme? To lure me to the woods?” You wanted to shout, but every bit of effort you made to speak or move was tripled against the weight of you building fear.

"Look, it’s nothing personal, Y/n," he said, lifting the corner of his lips. "You took my bait and now it's on you. It’s not my fault when you’re so gullible when it comes to love. I mean seriously, falling in love within three dates?"

"Is Flip even your real name?"

"Yes. My full name is Philip Zummerman."

"You give your victims your government name?"

"Well, it’s not like any of them will ever tell the police," he chuckled, his white teeth shining between his black moustache and beard. "You asked me before why I am doing this. I have an answer to that but I don’t think you’ll enjoy it as much."

"What is the answer?"

"I am handsome, well proportioned and insanely wealthy. Those two components work rather marvellously together. I either charm my way out of any trouble or I’ll just pay off what I need to. Humans are leeches by nature, you know," he took another sip of his beer. "Humans crave luxuries and comfort, and what else?"

"I don’t know."

“Yes, you do. C’mon!" He slouched down with the biggest grin he had yet given.

“Ehm,” pause, “Money?"

“Ding Ding Ding…money. How much money do you think it will take to buy an ordinary man’s silence? Say less than a thousand dollars? Maybe even two if he’s desperate enough."

You had no idea how to behave. You felt like you were compelled to listen to him.

Flip stood back up again, beer in his hand, his back facing her as he paced around on the dark ebony floors, the squeaking penetrating your ears.

“And how much do you think you will need to persuade that same man, so dull and simple, to take a life?" His feet stopped moving.

A deafening silence.

What?

"Those dirty old men rummaging around the dirty cities of Colorado would do it for 5.000? Maybe 10. But in their eyes, you are worthless. Not worthy of anything except the price tag above your head that has compelled them to blindly follow any orders given to them. Just like dogs. I think there’s a psychology behind it but then again I am no psychologist,"

“What are you going to do with me?" You asked once more, collecting every ounce of calmness you had left, forcing yourself to make contact with him.

He sighed in response. Like he was... bored, annoyed, rushed? Perhaps all three?

"I’m going to kill and eat you."

His gaze went through you like a blast of ice, his sick smile making your stomach churn. Your muscles stiffened, paralyzed by fear. You could hear the slow, dragging beat of your heart. Fear became a tangible living force that crept over you like some hungry beast, immobilising you and your brain, holding you captive. Every muscle in your body screamed at you to try and escape again, but you remained frozen.

"What…" Bile started to rise again.

"I will kill you, and I will eat you." The clicking of his tongue enunciating his pointed finger on you. "A simple concept really."

Panic started to settle in again. Fear creeping from behind, the hair on the nape of your neck stood up.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Nothing but high-pitched whimpers. Shallow breaths made it impossible to think clearly.

Your mind was scattered. How to escape? What had happened? Was your hand numb? Why did it feel like little pinpricks?

"This isn’t happening."

"It’s happening." His dark, monotone voice penetrated past your thoughts.

"It’s not happening. It’s not happening. This is all a bad dream."

You never had a heart attack but if someone had told you this is what it felt like, you wouldn’t doubt them. Your breathing was laboured, and your palms felt wet. You couldn’t think of anything but that your chest might get crushed any minute. "Oh, Lord," you started, "save me just this once."

You were trying to breathe, but you couldn’t. Someone was clutching your throat, stopping you from taking full breaths. But there was no one stopping you. Tears started trickling down your cheeks as panic crept over you again. This time, panic was unavoidable. It felt like forever. You sat there and panicked. He kept trying to say something, but nothing but mumbles made it past your ear. What he tried to tell you was inaudible.

‘Y/N!’

So suddenly his shouting erupted, bringing your mind back to reality as you stared blankly at him. You could feel a tear sitting at your lower lash line.

“There you are," Flip’s voice was half way between a whisper and a shout, deep and rumbling like the earthquake below you but still full of the danger you felt whenever you noticed his eyes on you. "Y/n."

“You’re a cannibal?" You choked back the fear and guilt you felt in your heart, speaking to yourself .

“Don’t insult your own intelligence," he tuts. "I do have a tendency to strongly dislike people who belittle themselves for the sole reason of incompetence or lack of confidence."

“And you just eat people?"

"I have refined tastes," he answers, his expression emotionless, but you could see the coiled tension in his body, the rage ready to spill forth. "You have complimented me on my cooking just earlier this evening. I remember the way your eyes fluttered, enjoying the thigh fillet. I would say your tastes are the same as mine. Why don’t we get you relaxed, dear? Hm? I have a room just for you and we’ll talk about this once you are back to normal."

"Normal. Normal."

You could feel his arms underneath you as he brought you to his chest. Feet dangling in the air as he made his way towards a wooden door that led down a spiral staircase, a red carpet greeting you as he walked past another long hallway until he came to a halt in front of the second-to-last door.

"You know, my dear, normally in these types of situations there would be some revulsion at the revelation that you’ve consumed a person. I see nothing of that in your demeanour. You don’t seem to care about the fact that others have suffered to land on my plate, yet you only seem to panic after you found out that you would meet their same fate... Tell me why? Do you think you are more important?"

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[gnwzero]

Those Eyes.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳.. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨!

𝐚/𝐧: 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

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“YOU DUMBASS SLUT, I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” Matty screamed into the cold autumn breeze as you ran through the school yards to get away from him. You laughed as you turned your head, seeing him only get further and further behind you. “You gotta be quicker than that if you wanna catch me!” you said to him as you ran even faster than before.

You knew that Matty was all bark and no bite.. that’s all he ever could be, at least when it came to you. If he ever laid a hand on you, your best friend would lose it on him. Beat his head into the ground until all that was left of him was blood and bones. He always made sure the two of you were kept safe, protecting you and him at all cost, though it was quite easy for him.

Robin was one of the toughest guys in the school, and he was even stronger when he was mad, and if someone ever hurt you.. they mine as well accept their fate and prepare to die the next time Robin spotted them. You on the other hand, you didn’t do the fighting. You were usually the reason the fights happened though. If someone threatened to beat your ass, Robin took the words very seriously and made sure to beat their asses before they could get to you.

You usually just made the people mad by saying dumb things to piss them off, but this time was different. Matty was mad for a completely different reason.. that reason being because you stole his Nolan Ryan baseball card when he wasn’t looking. You’ve previously stolen from Matty before, you tend to do so a lot. Stealing was just fun in your opinion. It gives you a rush of adrenaline when being on the run from someone who was trying to chase you and get their belongings back, even though they’ve never been successful before.

You’ve previously stolen money, food, cheap jewelry.. but never something this precious to anyone.

Everyone knew Matty’s love for Nolan Ryan, the boy was obsessed with him. He only ever talked about him in class, and he did his previous research project in literature about him. It was honestly so annoying when listening to him talk about his new Nolan Ryan card that he received for his birthday, so you decided to take it from his hands when showing it off. Of course, it was rude and unnecessary.. but you were bored and had nothing else to do, plus you planned on returning it to his desk tomorrow at school before he got to class, since he was usually always late.

You felt your cramps begin to appear in your stomach as a result of you running as fast as you could for at least the past eight minutes. You whipped past houses that looked like blurs in the corners of your eyes due to the speed you were running at. You knew you were getting too tired to continue with your fast speed as you felt your heart beating as fast as it could in your chest.

You slowed down your speed, hardly at all, before you heard Matty yelling behind you once again. “I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS UNTIL YOUR DEAD BITCH! ROBIN’S NOT HERE TO HELP YOU NOW IS HE?” he screamed to you as he picked up his speed, coming after you like a cheetah.

Fuck. You were too tired to pick your speed up faster than before, you needed a way out of this already. You continued to run as you saw the Grab N’ Go on the corner of the street appearing on the left of you as you ran up the street. ‘There!’ you thought to yourself as you picked up your pace even faster than before since you didn’t have to run much longer. When you finally made it to the Grab N’ Go, you ran inside and ran straight to the back of the store, crouching down behind a shelf when you heard the bells above the door chime as footsteps appeared inside. You slowly peeked your head around the shelf as you saw Matty walking over to the right of the entrance and towards the pinball machine, the pinball machine where none other than Vance Hopper himself played after school every single day.

Vance wasn’t your friend, in fact, you have only ever had one interaction with him. It was last year and you were in the hallways of the school, running down them to get to Robin before he walked out of the building when you ran into Vance by accident, causing him to spill his bag of quarters for his game on the ground. He looked at you angrily and began to cuss you out, but you ignored him, apologizing to him over his yelling, and running out of the school doors to Robin.

Anyways, back to what was happening in this moment.. Matty walked over to Vance and tapped his shoulder as Vance looked over at him annoyed. “Can’t you see I'm in the middle of something, dumbass.” he said to Matty as he swallowed hard. Vance was absolutely terrifying, to everyone. He was the toughest kid at school (Robin being a close second), and he wasn’t afraid to throw a punch literally ever, no matter where he was. You laughed a little, quietly, as you watched Matty’s face fill with fear due to the mad boy in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” Matty said as he looked away from Vance, so that he wouldn’t have to make eye contact with him. “I just was going to ask if you saw where the person who ran in here a few seconds ago went.” he spoke to Vance as Vance shook his head. “No, Dipshit. I was playing my game, I didn’t bother checking who walked in here.” he said as he turned back to his pinball machine and put another quarter in. Matty turned his body away from Vance as he started walking in the direction of the isle you were behind. You widened your eyes as you moved your head back behind the shelf and went around the other side of it, ducking down and fast walking to the exit.

You went to exit the Grab N’ Go as you felt a hand grab your shoulder. ‘Shit!’ you thought to yourself as you turned your head to see an angry looking red head holding onto your arm. It was Buzz.. Matty’s best friend. You widen your eyes as you ran out of the store and out of his grip. You were able to run to the side of the store as Buzz chased behind you and grabbed your shoulder again. “Matty.. I got ‘em!” he yelled as Matty started walking around the side of the Grab N’ Go and over to the both of you, anger written all over his face.

You tried to push Buzz’s hand off your shoulder as he grabbed it harder, and then grabbed your wrist so you couldn’t leave the store. “Let me go fuckhead!” you said as his tight grasp on you became even stronger. Matty walked over to you and smirked as he grabbed your jaw. “Robin isn’t here to help you now, bitch.” he said as he held up his hand to punch you. You squeezed your eyes shut to brace for impact, when you heard another voice, one that didn’t sound like Buzz or Matty’s voice.

“Let them fucking go.” their voice said as you opened your eyes and looked over where the voice was coming from. You widened your eyes when you saw who it was. Vance Hopper was standing next to the two boys who had you in their grip, and he looked extremely pissed as you felt the two sets of hands on your body let you go. You shoved Matty once he let you go and Vance looked at you and furrowed his brows. “Don’t touch me again you bitch!” you spoke to Matty as he turned his head to look at you. “I’ll tell Robin all about this if you ever try to fuck with me again.” you said as you threw his baseball card at his chest.

Vance widened his eyes a little once he saw the card, understanding why Matty was looking for you in the first place. Matty shoved you into the dirt as he spit onto you, but Vance didn’t seem to care. Buzz flipped you off as the two of them started to walk away. You grabbed a small pebble of a rock off of the ground and threw it at Matty’s back as he walked away, but he didn’t turn around or care since he had his card back. Vance looked down at you once the two boys had walked away and you hopped off the ground, dusting off your pants. You looked at Vance and furrowed your brows. “I thought you told them to let me go, why didn’t you punch them or something?” you asked him as he furrowed his brows more. “You deserved that, you can’t steal people’s prized possessions and expect to just get away with it. That’s fucked up.” he said as you looked at him annoyedly. “You’re one to talk about fucked up things.” you said as he looked at you angrily as well.

“You know what, fuck you. Next time get your ass whooped.” he said while walking back around the side of the Grab N’ Go. You felt bad that you hadn’t thanked him, even if they did shove you, he still stopped them from beating your ass. You followed behind him as you talked to him. “Thank you.” you said to him as he turned his head to look at you. “For what?” he said and you shrugged. You have never really thanked anyone before, you’re not very affectionate with words.. or actions, or anything for that matter. No one ever gives you anything to thank them for anyways. No one but Robin.

“For being the reason they didn’t beat me up.” you said to Vance as he nodded his head a little. “Don’t mention it.” he said as he walked back into the Grab N’ Go and you left, walking back to your house, dusting off your clothes as best as you could so that your father wouldn’t get mad at you for your clothes being dirty.

Once you got to your house, you opened the door quietly as you walked inside and looked in the living room to see if your dad was in there.. he wasn’t. You walked further in to see inside the kitchen and he was standing at the counter. A glass in his hand and a look on his face as if he were extremely annoyed. “Why are you late getting home?” he asked you as you looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. You assumed he was high or drunk, or both, you didn’t want to see his eyes nearly lifeless looking.

“I stopped by the Grab N’ Go on my way home to get a snack.” you said to him quietly so that he wouldn’t complain that his head was hurting from you being too loud. He looked at your clothes and nodded his head. “So what’s the reason for the dirt all over your clothes?” he asked you as you looked for an excuse to make. Before you could get out any type of excuse, he began talking again. “Why do you lie to me?” he asked as you shook your head. “I’m not lying, I really did stop by for a snack, but I got into a bit of an argument there and they shoved me into the dirt, I’m fine though.” You said as you began walking to the hall to go to your room, right before your dad grabbed your wrist tightly, turning you to look at him.

“I don’t like when you lie to me.” he said as he looked into your eyes. Your assumptions of what his eyes looked like from a few moments ago were correct. They were bloodshot red, and his pupils were big. He smelt like weed, but his big pupils gave away that he had been snorting cocaine. “I’m not lying.” you said to him as you looked away from his dark eyes. You felt his hand tighter around your wrist, clearly out of anger, as he lifted up his other hand and slapped you across the face. You squeezed your eyes shut to bear the pain as he grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eyes again.

“You lie to me again, I'll do more than that.” he said as he let go of your chin, aggressively. Your eyes filled with tears as you felt the mark of his hand print begin to appear on your cheek. “Yes sir.” You said quietly, not having any bark in you to tell him not to touch you like that. “Go to your room, now.” he said as he walked into the living room. You zoomed into your room, silently shutting the door before breaking down on your floor. You rubbed your cheek, where he had slapped you, and cried quietly to yourself. Tears poured down your swollen cheek and left wet spots on your dirt covered shirt. You stayed there on the floor for a while, before standing up and getting in the shower before going to bed extremely early, not leaving your room to eat dinner that night so you wouldn’t have to face your father again.

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𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much for reading! other parts will be posted after this.

#brady hepner #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #the black phone #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper fanfic #vance hopper fluff #vance hopper black phone #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #the black phone fanfic #vance hopper the black phone

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Imagine: It’s the time of the month for dear ol’ (Y/N), and Gar has a surprise for ya.

Knock Knock…

I groan and pull the blanket up more and the pillow closer to the back of my head.

I hope the sound of, what should sound like ‘gentle’ knocking go away, being as this monthly problem makes something even as a lead hitting the floor on a cool crisp autumn day, sound like a jackhammer directly near my ear.

“(Y/N)?”

“Please go away.”

“But I want to help.”

I sigh, but get up wrapping my arms and legs in the soft duvet, like a cape, and answer the door.

He smiled wide, holding something behind his back.

“Whatcha got there?” I ask, standing on my tippy toes, trying to see over his shoulder, but he backs up.

“No! You can’t see it just yet.” He said walking into my room, clutching the bag of mysteries to his chest, plopping down on my bed.

“So, you made me get up and open the door, in literal pain, to not show me, what’s in the bag?”

“Maybe?”

I scoff, laying on the bed bundling myself up again.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m going to show you!”

I lift my head a little, but just enough to see him pull the items out of the bag of tricks.

“I didn’t know, what to get you in particular so I asked Rachel, Dawn and Kory. And they gave me a list of things, so…”

He pulls out all the essentials.

“I got you snacks, including chocolate, so you have an assortment of options. I also got you these.”

He holds up pads and tampons, though I have enough to last me, but it’s the thought that counts.

“And I have this!” He holds up a teddy bear. “It’s a teddy bear that you can heat up in the microwave, to help soothe the cramps! I think..?”

I smile, sitting up straight, looking at him with so much adoration and appreciation.

“Did I get that last part right? Is that was it’s supposed to do?”

“Yes. You are correct.” I said holding his face in my hands. “Thank you so much for this. It was really sweet of you.”

“There’s no need to thank me. You’d do the same for me.” He said, before his eyes went wide, as he tried to clarify what he meant.

“I mean, not when I’m on my period! Boys don’t get those! Or do they..?”

I laugh, and lean in to kiss his lips, gently shutting him up.

“How bout you heat this up for me? And then we can watch that show you’ve been nonstop talking about?”

“Deal!” He grabbed the bear and darted out the room, probably kicking up dust.

He was so incredibly caring, not just for me, but our friends too, and I wouldn’t give him up for anything else this world had offered me.

#garfield logan #ambw imagines #ambw story #imagine #wattpad #garfield logan x reader

[nqds]

Eight Aurelia

The next week was slow. But after a day or so I was up and moving again on my own. Still sore but moving. The rest of the court had leaped on me when they awoke, sending Genevieve into a fit, claiming that I needed more rest. So, I was bed ridden for a few days, until I couldn’t stand to be cramped up in bed. Reluctantly they had let me start to move and walk around. I had thrown my arms around Harper when she came forward holding up the necklace, and Beatrice when she came forward with my sword. Then we planned. We had everything planned out, to the very second, now we just waited.

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My legs were aching. I had been crouched into this position for at least thirty minutes waiting, waiting for the signal. I wanted to be out their hunting with the others, but they were still weary, so here I was crammed into a small crack in the walled designed for water flow. Harper was with me now, across the other side of the alleyway hiding as a news boy in dirty clothes, her ashy hair was tucked under an oversized cap. She had complained incessantly about it. So much to the point where Iris had threatened to pusher off the roof.

The tall, bricked buildings stretched to the night sky, the cheers and laughter of the crowds flitted down the street, the Autumn Solstice. The lanterns swaying in the gentle breeze that flowed through Edgefall, a crisp cool autumn breeze. More laughter and singing started up as another dance started up.

 A low whistle rang out, low enough that the people dancing couldn’t hear it. Harper’s head sprung up and we both moved out of our hiding places. It took a second for me took get out, it felt like the walls were pushing in on me. “You good there Aur?” Harper asked when I’d finally got out. I nod. “Let’s go meet our new friends.” I say, as we start to make our way through the ever-building crowds, they laugh and dance, sharing food and drink, not a care in the world, except what was the next song. I smile. These are my people. We wind through the mass of colourful clothes and sweaty but smiling faces. I look into the crowd of dancers, a swirl of red hair catches my eye, Iris, and with her is Naomi, they dance in unison to the music pulling people into the circle. Their bodies twist and glide with the tempo. They’re doing well, keeping everyone distracted. She catches my stare and her already huge grin expands even more, her eyes shining brightly like small stars she jerks her head to the side motioning to Amithi who was waiting for us. Harper saw the movement and strode forward creating a path for me to follow in.

Amithi had her eyes locked onto Iris when we arrived. She was watching with so much love and passion that I felt my heart warm. Iris was dancing well by normal standards, but the way Amithi was looking at her, you would’ve thought she was the best dancer in all of Nystra. It took her a few seconds to peel her eyes away from her, but when she did, no longer was the sweet girl staring adoringly at Iris, now she was sharp and focused, ready. “Quickly.” Her voice rich and soft. She moved quickly pushing her way through the crowd… toward the centre of the circle. “Wait, Amithi!” I call out. She turns. “What?” “Where are we going?” “To the meeting point.” She responds. “Why are we heading directly into the middle of the circle then?” Harper asks over my shoulder. “Because I’m not dragging you two around, through the crowds.” Amithi says “Besides, this way is quicker. All you have to do is dance for a few moments then exit over the other side of the crowd.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Why? Or are you two so scared to dance that you’ll go through this crowd?” She motions to around us, at the little room we have even now. “Fine.” I raise my hands and drop them as Amithi grins and grabs our hands dragging us toward the centre. We reach the front line and Amithi looks to Iris and Naomi, who decide that it’s time to drag some new people into the circle just as a new song starts up. Us.

The song rises. A well-known dance of Nystrians. The music flows through the circle as all the ladies join us in singing and dancing. The music swirls as I let go. I let my body move to the music, let my body complete the steps of the dance as I laugh and dance and grin at the others joining in. Iris twirls past and grabs my hands. “They’re waiting for you.” She lets go just as we reach the other side of the circle. I grin at her and Naomi who has dropped Harper and Amithi with me, winking as she spins away with another person in her grip.

The crowd closes in on the spot where we were standing. The colourful scents and sounds fading as we move away from the celebrations. Amithi leading, me following and harper afterward. Usually, we wouldn’t be in a line but since everyone is still cautious over my accident I’m still on probation. Amithi makes a turn down a darker street only a few lanterns light the walls, but even those are dimly offering a warm light. We walk along in silence not allowing anyone to learn of our arrival. A shadow moves above in the moonlight, Linette. Amithi stops and looks upward. A ladder hangs from an above balcony. She looks to me, I know what this means. They will keep going ahead on the streets and I’ll go along the roof tops with Linette. I nod to them and grip the first rung, pulling myself onto the balcony. Then gripping the railing and using a nearby pipe support I haul myself onto the roof, Linette grabs my arm and helps me onto the roof. She looks at me to make sure I’m alright. “I’m fine.” I say, “I don’t need you mother-henning me all the time.” “Well, if you didn’t nearly die the other day, I wouldn’t feel so inclined to mother hen.” She snaps back. I roll my eyes and look down to Harper and Amithi waiting for our go-ahead. I nod down at them, and they set off, Linette and I close behind. We creep over roofs, using chimneys and parapets to launch off to keep up with those below. We move in silence. They turn into an even smaller alley, with a dead end.

Linette stops me when we reach the turn they make. She mouths wait. So now we wait. I sit down at the apex of the roof and turn my head to the night sky. The moon shines brightly illuminating the world below. The stars twinkle like broken glass in the sunlight. They shine against the dark sky. The gentle breeze kisses my face and skin. Linette takes a seat next to me. I lean my head on her shoulder, “So,” I say, “We’re about to break some very fundamental laws doing this.” She grins in response. “That just makes it all the more fun. Besides that ass of a King deserves a kick to the pants sometimes.” “More than a kick to the pants.” I mutter and we both break into a fit of quiet laughter. Well as quiet of laughter as you can get in the middle of the night on a roof in a silent neighbourhood.

A quiet humming sound interrupts our laughing and we’re both on out feet at the edge of the roof. Blaire. She is walking through the streets with her hands in her pockets, two shadowed figures follow her. She turns into the small alley way, they figures follow. Silence. Then, muffled yelling. I smile and creep to the edge of the alley way rooftops, Linette joins me, a wide smile on her pointed face, her hair falling down in a curtained wave.

The yelling stops, and both shadowed figures fall quiet, they’re dragged to the end of the way, to the brick wall. Below I can see Beatrice and Genevieve holding them, their masks and hoods covering most of their faces, Blaire, Amithi, Harper, Naomi, and Iris all stand to the side their faces covered in masks and hoods as well. They’re all waiting, waiting for me. Linette looks to me. “Time to break some laws Aur.” She grins and pulls her mask up from around her neck covering everything but her eyes and above, flips her hood up and grabs onto a nearby pipe, using it as a stabilizer, as she leaps onto a windowsill and drops to the ground. She motions to the rest of the group who splits into two lining each wall, a fear tactic. “Let’s do it.” I say to myself as I pull my own mask over my face, the breathable fabric still allowing some small fresh air, then my hood. I turn and leap down onto the pipe, sliding down it and using the windowsill to launch off before silently landing on the ground the ground. Right in the middle of both lines.  A Silent Queen and her court.

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this one is one of my faves as well :)

this is again, so so so so so so amazing ems i want ur book rightneow omg its so good

[wynnyfryd]

hayrides and late harvests

part of our nano NaNo 30-day steddie prompt challenge; day 5, prompt #31: "Please let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.” Rated M

[read on AO3 or below the cut]

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“Fuck,” Eddie scowls, just barely resisting the urge to throw his guitar clear across his room. He eases her onto the floor beside his bed, the twist tugging uncomfortably at the tight, pink skin surrounding his bat bites - not nearly so metal now that they’ve rendered him a fucking invalid, Jesus Christ - and falls back against his pillows with a groan.

“This sucks, man,” he tells Steve as he stretches the weakened tendons in his forearm. Steve, who’s perched at the foot of his bed, nursing a joint and paying no mind to the way Eddie’s got both feet jammed under his thigh for warmth. Steve, who’s still healing from his own bites and scrapes and goddamn strangulation bruises, and who keeps playing the unwaveringly kind and patient caretaker anyway while Eddie just sits there and selfishly whines about his own problems.

Steve, who looks like Autumn incarnate, so pretty in the low lamplight with his smooth, olive skin, his rose dusted cheeks, his marigold sweater. His hair is the color of cinnamon roasted pecans and kettle corn and candied apple caramel.

Steve hands him the joint.

“Sorry,” Eddie says as he takes a puff. “I know you don’t want to hear me complain about my own problems. Like you don’t have it just as bad. Shit, like everyone else doesn’t, either, I just… I just can’t stop thinking about all the things I can’t do anymore, you know? Fucking hand tremors. Think I’m losing my mind a little here, Harrington, if that’s- if that’s even still possible,” he laughs without mirth. “I can’t write, can’t draw, can’t play guitar for more than four minutes without my whole arm cramping up. I can’t even goddamn jerk off anymore! Like, I don’t even remember the last time that I—”

He doesn’t mean to say it, honest. It just slips out in the frustrated stream of consciousness spilling from his lips, but then Steve’s head snaps up, and he’s looking right at Eddie, and, “Shit,” Eddie gulps. “Sorry, that’s, uh...”

Too much. Way too much information, Munson, like, surely this is the thing that gets Steve to drop the patient saint act and leave his trailer for good, right? Because Eddie can’t keep his stupid, oversharing mouth shut?

Steve doesn’t leave.

He doesn’t even move to politely retreat from Eddie’s personal space. He just looks at him, rests a tentative hand on Eddie’s knee, squeezes once. His tongue flicks out to wet his lip, nervous.

“…Can I help?” Steve asks.

“Can you what?” Eddie responds, feeling his eyes bulge half out of their sockets as they dart between Steve’s face and the hand on his knee. Steve’s tongue does the thing again.

“Let me help you,” he says, low and insistent, not a single trace of teasing or mockery in his tone. His voice is barely a whisper, a warm, soft rasp when he adds: “It doesn’t have to like, mean anything, man, just um. Yeah, just let me...”

And something shrivels in Eddie’s chest at that, because- because oh. Is that all this is? Some kind of jock thing?

Eddie can see it now, can imagine what bored, horny heterosexual boys might do to each other late at night in the graffitied shell of what used to be Benny’s, nothing but moonlit dust moats and the hiss of shared breaths for company. How they’d brush it off in the morning, shove at each other’s shoulders and make a quip about ‘queer shit,’ how they’d spit casual cruelty like mouthwash to rinse the taste of each other from their tongues.

But Steve’s not looking at Eddie like that. He’s looking at Eddie, and his eyes are wide and deep and sincere, hayrides and late harvests in that seeking, hazel swirl, and it feels like…

It feels like a plea. Feels like please let me, I’m begging you to let me.

Eddie lets him.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #king hellfire #stranger things fic

[mushiimune]

6 with Javid? :0

Dialogue prompt 6: "Why are you asking me that?"

Jack goes to visit the Jacobses, only to find David crying on the fire escape.

Here is where you can also find this on ao3! It was interesting to write :-) what goofy mentally stable boys

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The fire escape rattled as Jack climbed up, undeterred by the slight spittle of late autumn rain freezing on his cheeks. All the trees were brown, and the sky was gray, brewing thick with a storm angry enough to change the seasons.

Jack knew he'd heard somebody on the landing above him, and thought nothing of it until he reached the Jacobs’ floor. He took pause at the top of the steps, staring with alarm down at David Jacobs, curled up in the corner with his knees against his chest.

By no means did Jack consider himself a genius, and graciously it didn't take one to see that David was upset. Judging by the way the part of his face that was slightly visible over his arm looked taut and pained, he had probably been crying, too, or was about to. There had been countless times where Jack accidentally walked in on another boy when they were trying to take a moment to collect themselves. The lodging house wasn't all that big, after all, and from firsthand experience Jack knew that the cramped confines of the dormitory was no place to let anything seep through where anyone could see. Wearing your heart anywhere somebody could see was a good way to get it crushed, or worse, scrutinized.

Sometimes a fellow just has to take a minute for himself. Sometimes days, or even weeks. It wasn't unusual. However, Jack hadn't known David long enough to know what was usual for him or not. Maybe David had a habit of sitting out on the fire escape when Jack wasn't around that he simply didn't know about yet. Or maybe, this was a deviation from normalcy. In either case Jack should show his concern and support, because that's what a pal would do. And they weren't just pals, they were best pals, which called upon more than the bare minimum that Jack was used to.

David didn't say anything to him. But he didn't tell him to scram, either. Jack thought it was reasonable to stick around, even though his heart was pattering and his body was already resisting the pull of the stairwell calling his name. Age-old instinct hammered into his buzzing nerves told him to turn around and run back into the alley below.

Jack's head, however, warned him that David—constantly surrounded by the warm bosom center of his family—needed somebody beside him when things got tough. He was used to being cared about a certain way. If Jack left now, David's opinion of him would almost certainly plummet. More importantly, David would be left alone when he needed somebody to depend upon; likely, before Jack, that person had been Sarah. Which begged the question of why David was outside at all, in the cold and the muggy air foretelling of downpour, instead of inside with his family where he belonged. Without a coat, at that.

Jack noticed that the curtains were drawn and the window was pulled shut. There wasn't another sign of life around, except for the whipping of damp underthings on the clotheslines slicing through the aperture of sky above them.

Jack staunchly approached David, who didn't move at all as Jack lowered down beside him with a grunt.

“Hey, Dave,” said Jack, kindly as he could. Shoulder to shoulder, he didn't have to glance over to know David was shivering. “You all right?”

David shrugged, lifting his head so his chin rested on his stacked forearms. Bloodshot eyes stared blearily at the building across from them.

Jack chewed his lip. “You want me to go?” Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe David was the type of guy to cherish his alone time more than Jack thought.

David shrugged a second time. Then he muttered, “No.”

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Jack could tell that David was cold, so he slipped his coat from around his shoulders and fixed it over David's, holding it there with his arm around David's neck.

“Look, Dave,” Jack started once the tension in David's shoulders had eased some. “If there's anything you wanna, you know, talk about– I'll listen.”

Boyishly shameful, David hid his face in the crook of his elbow, clutching Jack's coat closer to him with his other fist.

Minutes later, David spoke up.

“What made you want to be my friend?” He asked unsteadily. “Why did you care whether I walked away with nineteen papes or twenty?”

Those were two very different questions. Jack didn't know which David wanted him to answer first.

“I don't like seeing nobody get bummed around by Weasel.”

“So that's it? You stood up for me out of principle?”

“Well… There's more to it than that.”

“Tell me about it, then. What made you want to be my friend?”

A lot of reasons came to mind, too many to pick through, especially when he didn't know the sort of response David was looking for. Or better yet, what he needed to hear right now.

Probably he didn't need to hear the truth. Not that Jack would be able to tell it to begin with. Shame settled deep in his bones, looking back on the day that they met, and the weeks leading up to it.

David didn't need to hear that Jack had dragged him into a partnership because he'd been so unspeakably desperate for company that he latched onto the first stranger that caught his attention. David had been hard not to notice, making a scene like that on his very first day.

“Want me to be honest?”

“Yeah,” David said warily. “I can take it.”

“I thought you were the bravest person I ever met.”

David couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped him. “I thought you said you were going to be honest, Jack. You're just–”

“I ain't improving the truth,” Jack insisted with a smile, jostling David good-naturedly. “I'm serious. Yeah, you stumbled into the square looking like a lost puppy, but you left it a million times more confident than you was before. You stood right beside us and took a chance when not even Spot Conlon would, at first. You marched right into Pulitzer's office and made him listen to you like it was nothin’. That's pretty brave, Davey.”

“I guess so.”

“Whaddya mean, you ‘guess so?’”

“I just…” David sighed, deflating. “That’s not really me. That's not who I am, but I wish it was. This is going to sound really pathetic, but I've never felt more alive in my life than I did that week. I'm not an interesting person, Jack. I'm not brave or strong, and I never know what to say. I barely even know what's going on half the time.”

David's voice tapered out, and Jack wanted to grab him by his shoulders and shake him. He couldn't believe it was really Davey saying all of this.

“The only reason I was able to do any of that is because of you, Jack,” David said ruefully. “You inspire people to do great things.”

“And you don't?”

David regarded Jack strangely, like he was talking in tongues or something. “Not even close, Jack. You were the one who got the other newsies invested in our cause.”

“Using your words.” Jack was starting to get a little angry at David. Considering that David had probably been crying a short time before Jack made his way up there, Jack managed to hold his tongue. “Doesn't matter who was saying ‘em. That was all you.”

“It does matter, Jack. There's something about you that…” David's face colored a little, “commands people's attention.”

“You command my attention all the time.”

“Jack.” David wanted to swat at him, but just ended up smiling. “Telling you not to jump on the fire escape isn't the same as making a speech to hundreds of people. And you know me, anyway. It's different. You care what I have to say. Some of the time, at least.”

Jack knew that last part was meant to come off as a joke, but he wasn't all that amused.

“All of the time,” Jack corrected him resolutely, giving him a slap on the back. “I always care what you got to say. But that don't mean I'll always listen.”

“So you're admitting that you have selective hearing.”

“What was that?”

David glared at him, scrunching up his nose and making that exasperated face Jack loved. An easy grin spread across his own, and for the moment it seemed that David was feeling better than he was before.

Emboldened, Jack cleared his throat, careful about his words.

“So what're you askin’ me that for anyway, Dave? You think I don't like you anymore or something?”

David's face dropped, remembering his initial line of questioning. For some reason he felt embarrassed about it, now that he'd calmed down and could breathe properly again.

“It’s not you. Or anything you've done. Sometimes, it… just feels like there isn't any reason for anybody to like me, or even want to be around me. I guess I just want to know what your reason for still being here is.”

“Well I do wanna be around you, for one,” Jack said defensively, offended at the thought anybody wouldn't want to be around David and hear whatever he had to say. “And secondly, I'm still here ‘cause I like you a lot. That's how simple it is.”

David opened his mouth to object, then closed it. The answer didn't totally satisfy his curiosity, but it would do for the time being. Jack wouldn't force himself into hanging around somebody he didn't like. He could easily make friends with anybody he wanted; he had to have a reason for choosing David, of all people. He trusted Jack was telling the truth, even if he didn't elaborate as extensively as David wanted.

Suddenly David became very aware of how close they were sitting, and how warm Jack's arm was around him.

“What do you say we get outta here?” Jack said, snapping David out of whatever trance he'd slipped under.

“And go where?”

“Get something to eat. I'm starved. You ate yet?”

David shook his head. “I should get my coat. And, um, tell my parents I'm going.”

Jack eyed him curiously. “Did they say something to you?”

“What? About what?”

“I dunno. I just figured there had to be a reason you’s out here instead of in there.” Jack jabbed his thumb toward the window, starting to get up, leaving his coat where he'd left it on David.

When he was standing he extended a hand down to David, who took it and hoisted himself up as well. His legs were numb from sitting uncomfortably for so long. Now that he was up, he felt the full force of the fall weather hit him, sending a shiver down his spine.

“That is,” said Jack, “less you'd rather not say.”

“Not right now,” David murmured, shifting on his feet. Jack was still holding onto his hand. He sucked in some of the cold air, heart quivering. “Maybe over dinner.”

Jack nodded at him, his eyes lingering on David's now that they were finally face to face.

“All right, Davey.” Jack let go of him, and nudged him gently toward the window. “Go on and tell them. Grab a hat, too. It's gonna rain soon.”

#*my writing #writing prompt #newsies #1992 newsies #newsies 1992 #1992sies #92sies #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid newsies #newsies musical #newsies fandom #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic

[xtruss]

Irakli Khvedaguridze, 80, is the only licensed doctor across nearly 386 square miles of mountainous land in the Tusheti region of northeast Georgia. Here he rides his white horse, Bichola, through the village of Omalo. In the background is the clinic where he obtains limited medical supplies.

This Doctor Braves Mountains By Horseback and On Foot To Make House Calls

This 80-year-old physician is a lifeline during brutal winters in the Caucasus Mountains.

— Photographs By Tomer Ifrah | By Nadia Beard | March 16, 2022

TUSHETI, GEORGIA — During the summer and early autumn, before heavy snow blankets the mountain peaks, Irakli Khvedaguridze gets to his patients on his white horse, Bichola. Later in the season, when the snow reaches too high for the horse to gallop, Khvedaguridze converts his shoes into skis, using a pair of sanded birch planks nailed with wide canvas. Once the snow rises above his knees, he can only travel on foot.

Regardless of the elements, he never visits a patient without first packing a knife, a box of matches, food that will last for at least two days, and a hunting rifle—along with his stethoscope and other medical supplies. Such is the life of this 80-year-old mountain doctor.

Top: Region Map. Bottom Left: Irakli Khvedaguridze relies on his horse, Bichola, to visit patients and travel through the mountain villages of Tusheti, Georgia. He serves as a lifeline for the dwindling community of Tush people who remain in this remote area throughout the eight months of winter. Bottom Right: A view of Bochorna, a village of a dozen houses high above Tusheti’s pine-filled Gometsari gorge. Come winter, nearly all of the Tush people head to the lowlands.

“Each time you step out, no matter the season or weather, you know that anything could happen,” says Khvedaguridze, a muscular man with milky blue eyes and a shock of white hair that protrudes from underneath a navy-blue baseball cap he is rarely seen without. “You might fall off a cliff, injure something. This is wild nature.”

Top: Early morning clouds hover over the village of Omalo in Tusheti, Georgia. Bottom: Snow covers part of the land in the village of Borchorna.

Khvedaguridze, the only licensed doctor across nearly 386 square miles of mountainous land in this historic region in northeast Georgia, serves as a lifeline for the dwindling community of Tush people who remain in this remote area throughout the eight months of winter.

Top: Irakli Khvedaguridze tends to a shepherd, Rezo Partenishvili, who was experiencing agonizing back spasms, stomach cramps, and other ailments. Khvedaguridze gave him a packet of pink pills to take with meals and an injection to relieve the pain. Bottom Left: A patient suffering from alcohol poisoning is transported via helicopter to a hospital in Tbilisi, the capital of Georgia. Bottom Right: Irakli Khvedaguridze escorts a patient aboard a helicopter en route to the hospital.

A few years ago, an intoxicated patient in the village of Omalo had to be airlifted to a hospital in the lowlands of Kakheti after he accidentally shot himself in the stomach with a hunting rifle. In the early 2000s, Khvedaguridze saved a boy’s leg after he trod on an unexploded mine.

More frequently, he tends to common ailments: shepherds with back pain, aging locals complaining of heartburn, or tourists who get into accidents. One summer, a Czech visitor was mauled by shepherd dogs while hiking. Another year, an American got sick from drinking water out of a stream.

Top: Irakli Khvedaguridze, outside the clinic in Omalo, prepares his horse for the ride back to his home about six miles away in the village of Bochorna. Bottom Left: A mountaintop view outside the village of Bochorna in Tusheti, Georgia. Bottom Right: During the coldest winter days in Tusheti, temperatures can drop down to way below freezing.

Top: Irakli Khvedaguridze travels through the Tusheti region on his horse, Bichola. Bottom Left: During a medical excursion in August, Irakli Khvedaguridze made his way over the mountain to reach the home of an ailing shepherd. Bottom Right: Irakli Khvedaguridze looks through binoculars over the Tusheti mountains. “My father, my grandfather, all my ancestors were born here,” he says. “This area belonged to us.”

In December, while paying a visit to his friend at a hamlet in a gorge dotted with a few wooden houses and a sheep pen, Khvedaguridze received a call from Georgia’s 112 emergency services about a man in another village complaining of a racing heartbeat and chest pains. He made the 7.5-mile trek by foot to reach the patient.

The next day, when the helicopter landed on the snow-laced pastureland of Kvavlo, the patient was lying face up on the ground. The tall, thin man in his early 40s was so inebriated his legs buckled as he was loaded onto the helicopter for transport to the hospital. Khvedaguridze also climbed aboard the flight to monitor and escort the patient to the hospital. The patient was released a few days later, and returned to his village. But alcohol poisoning sent him back to the hospital in January.

The Doctor’s Journey

In 1941, the year Khvedaguridze was born, sheep-keeping was the lifeblood of Tusheti. The twice-yearly transhumance—shepherds migrating their flock on foot down to the lowland pastures for the winter and back up to the highlands for grazing in the spring—was just another event in the Tush calendar.

Top: Irakli Khvedaguridze stands for a portrait. He is the only licensed doctor across nearly 386 square miles of mountainous land in this historic region in northeast Georgia. Bottom: Irakli Khvedaguridze, who keeps his limited medical supplies—a stethoscope, pain killers, a suturing kit, injections for muscle spasm relief—in a German-made military first aid case emblazoned with a red cross, describes his profession as a "mediation between God and the sick."

Today, it signals the near-total departure of the Tush people to the lowlands for the winter, and their return when the Abano Pass—comprising winding, narrow, cliffside roads—reopens in spring.

Khvedaguridze lives in Bochorna, a village of a dozen houses high above Tusheti’s pine-filled Gometsari gorge. His two-story cottage is made from thin grey-brown slate and wood, and overlooks the wide, green valley. On the steep hillside below, some houses with rusted metal roofs speckle the grass beside the remains of stone towers long destroyed.

With his horse, Bichola, at his side, Irakli Khvedaguridze, walks down the steep descent en route to the home of a patient several miles away. To save time, the doctor chose to ride through winding mountain paths.

“My father, my grandfather, all my ancestors were born here,” Khvedaguridze says. “This area belonged to us.”

After graduating from the Medical Institute of Georgia (now called the Tbilisi State Medical University) in 1970, Khvedaguridze took his first job at a hospital in central Georgia. When the previous mountain doctor left Tusheti in 1979, he did one-month rotations there a couple of times a year. In 2009, he left his job as a neuropathologist at a hospital in Alvani, and the next year, instead of retiring, he took on the permanent post in Tusheti.

Khvedaguridze, who keeps his limited medical supplies—a stethoscope, pain killers, a suturing kit, injections for muscle spasm relief—in a German-made military first aid case emblazoned with a red cross, describes his profession as a “mediation between God and the sick.”

“For me, there’s no night or day,” he says. “If they call me to help someone, no matter the circumstances, no matter the rain, snow, day or night, I have to go. Even if I’m as old as 90, should there be people who need me, I will go to help them. It’s my duty.”

Mountain Doctor Treatments

Khvedaguridze’s 59-year-old neighbor, Elza Ivachidze, is among his patients. When she complained of shortness of breath and pain in her arm last summer, Khvedaguridze treated the symptoms with pain killers and an injection.

“He often gives old, traditional treatments, including herb teas and pears. It’s not always pills and antibiotics,” says Ivachidze, adding that she worries about what will happen once Khvedaguridze is gone. “He’s the oldest and wisest person we have. Who would replace him?”

During another medical excursion in August, Khvedaguridze saddled up Bichola to make his way over the mountain to reach the home of a shepherd, Rezo Partenishvili, who was experiencing agonizing back spasms for the third day and could not stand up, let alone walk his sheep onto the mountain for grazing.

On the descent an hour later, Khvedaguridze dismounted and soon three snarling Caucasian shepherd dogs alerted him that he was close to his destination. With the speed of someone a quarter his age, he dropped to the ground to snatch a handful of rocks to scare off the dogs but ultimately did not need to throw them.

At the sheep pen, Partenishvili, 39, was lying on a mattress of folded woolen blankets known as nabadi. He is one of five shepherds who graze the flock across the mountain. None of the others looked worried. Back pain, they say, is the most common ailment among shepherds. At this time of the season, they spend their days bent over, shearing the sheep.

In addition to back spasms, Partenishvili suffered from stomach cramps, diarrhea, and chronic sciatica. Khvedaguridze gave him a packet of pink pills to take with meals, then retrieved an injection with some red liquid from his bag: indomethacin to relieve the pain. Partenishvili muttered that he didn’t want it.

“Really? You’re telling me you’re afraid of such a small thing?” Khvedaguridze jested. He reminded Partenishvili that the other option was to stay in bed for a month unable to work. Partenishvili rolled over and pulled down his trousers for the shot.

As Khvedaguridze prepared to head back home, a man sitting nearby quietly puffing on cigarettes called out to complain about shortness of breath. “Get that cigarette out your mouth, then!” Khvedaguridze replied. The shepherd laughed but obeyed, throwing what was left of the cigarette into the fire pit in front of him.

Uncertain Future

Toward the end of the year, with the road now closed for two months, the mountain doctor’s birthplace is almost empty of both people and animals. The transhumance in October cleared the region of most sheep and their shepherds. Only one small flock grazed on a distant hill, and an old Jeep puffed out thick grey fumes before disappearing into the distance.

The arrival of snow quickly revealed the paucity of Tusheti’s infrastructure. Moving around demands sustained physical strength. Fetching water from the nearest tap or spring can take half the morning. With nowhere to get fuel, car journeys must be rationed. Military helicopters are used to deliver food and other necessities. Relatives in the lowlands prepare care packages for soldiers to deliver to family members up the mountains.

Loneliness can creep in from the isolation. “Sometimes I hear a wolf from afar,” he says. “That’s how I know there’s life out there somewhere.

An easier life would be possible elsewhere, but leaving Tusheti would sever Khvedaguridze’s connection to his ancestors’ land—and to his patients.

Despite his devotion, the day eventually will come when he can no longer handle it here. “I will leave,” Khvedaguridze says. “I don’t know if the next doctor will risk their life for this.”

[byrachel]

UNCERTAIN OUTCOME

PAIRING: jacob black x female reader

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

SUMMARY: with the cullens out of town, the packs were against the new vampire threat on their own and only recently having found out about the supernatural world you're quite anxious about it

CONTAINS / WARNINGS: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, descriptions and mentions of anxiety, descriptions of hyperventilation

You wanted air, fresh air.

With the guys towering over you and the others making Emily’s living room even more cramped, you didn’t feel like your lungs were taking in all the oxygen they could. Your breaths were shallow and your body ran hot while your heartbeat crashed against your ribcage. The ringing of your ears wasn’t loud enough to block out your best friend’s voice going over the strategy to stop the upcoming vampire attacks, a map being displayed to show the boys exactly where they were supposed to be positioned.

Absentmindedly your feet tapped against the wooden floor as you scanned over their partner’s faces, Emily, Kim, Rachel, but none of them showed even a speck of worry, their eyes full of hope and confidence that the guys would be more than fine and it made you wonder if maybe you were overreacting.

It would be the first time they’d be facing, what seemed to be, quite experienced vampires without the help of the Cullens who were out of town. There was no other information available besides the news channel updating the residents of Washington about odd ‘wild animal’ attacks to track their movements and their nauseating scent lingering the trails in the woods.

Even with your limited knowledge about the supernatural world, you knew vampires often came with abilities. Abilities which were basically invisible until they made themselves known, capable of hindering, injuring and even killing them one by one, until none of them were standing, leaving all of their families, the tribe and the rest of Washington without any protection behind.

It could’ve been the last night all of them were in one room together, smiling and joking around and even with all the high energy and joy in the room which seemed awfully misplaced to you, the only thing you were selfishly thinking about was not telling Jacob everything you needed him to know.

Your racing mind was fueling your body, restlessness taking over. You were pulling, twisting and pinching at your cold fingers, your head feeling light and your lungs feeling uncomfortable.

You needed fresh air.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You whispered to Kim, trying not to sound too alarming. She gave you an unsuspecting smile and nod, before you pushed yourself up from the couch, catching everyone’s attention for a split second as you excused yourself and maneuvered between the guys to get to the backdoor.

You heard Jacob lose track of his story and you could only assume he was distracted by your sudden absence. Softly closing the sliding door behind you, you stepped out in the cold of the autumn night, the porch light illuminating part of the house and the cars in the driveway.

Moving away from the transparent door where no one was able to see you, you hunched over, your hands on your knees as desperately gasped for air. Your heart was out of control, feeling like you had been running for miles on end without a proper break, the cold air burning your lungs, but it was much better than the cramped feeling inside.

How was this ever supposed to feel less nerve wracking? Every night since Jacob showed you the truth about the legends you had been living on edge, forcing him to send you a text after he came home from patrol just so you could relax and finally fall asleep. And now there was an actual threat, everything seemed nth times worse. What if they got hurt? What if Jacob got hurt again?

“(Y/N)?” Just then you noticed Jacob’s presence as he closed the backdoor behind him. He towered over you, his hand ghosting over your back, comfortingly caressing you. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Jacob was the last person you wanted to see you like this. There was enough going on, he did not have the mental headspace to take on your worries on top of everything.

You stood up straight and shook your head with a forced smile, still having trouble with catching your breath. “I am– I’m fine, I just needed some air. That's all.”

“You’re not fine.” He said, eyebrows pushed together as his eyes scanned over your trembling body and restless limbs, seemingly not being able to stand still in your place. “You basically ran out and reek of anxiety.”

Your heartbeat was in your throat, the thumping in your chest just as noticeable and feeling its presence meant Jacob could as well. It was one of the many downsides of having someone with hypersensitive senses around. They picked up on the most subtle changes in your body. They were basically immune to lies.

You avoided his confronting gaze. “You have enough on your plate, Jake. It’s fine, really.”

He tried to close the distance by stepping closer to you, but your hand kept him at a distance, knowing he would embrace you, comfort you. You silently wished he would just leave it alone, asking yourself why he had to be so caring and protective over you. He needed to focus on their plan, on how to keep everyone safe, not you.

He placed his hand over the one you held against his stomach.

“I’ve told you this before, when it comes to you nothing’s too much.” He whispered, stepping closer to you once again and this time you let him. “Especially when it comes to this whole thing. To me this sometimes still feels like a bad dream so I can only imagine what it could be like for you, but I can try to understand if you let me.”

A sudden strong gust of wind brushed passed you, goosebumps rising from your skin and you weren’t sure if it was the wind or Jacob causing them, your chest still glowing and feeling warm despite the frigid weather.

“This is just—” You tried finding the right words, your arms wrapped around your frame trying to keep some of your warmth.

This was what? Overwhelming, scary, too much. These were things Jacob warned you about when you forced him to tell you what was going on with him, your curiosity getting the best of you. He would blame himself for letting you persuade him, knowing you weren’t ready for the truth. But would there ever be a moment you’d be ready for such big news?

You finally looked up at him, his worried filled eyes staring back at you eagerly waiting for an answer. An answer he probably wasn't waiting for.

“You were right.” You shamefully admitted, tears stinging your eyes and collecting in your waterline. “I wasn’t ready for this. The legends, the shape shifting, the wolves, the vampires— any of it. I don’t know how to process all of this, how I’m supposed to let you— any of you just go and get yourself killed by some creatures that shouldn’t be real and I’m just–”

Your rambling was cut short, a gulp for air interrupting you as tears flowed freely down your cheeks, your heart beating out of your chest and your lungs aching for air. You were hyperventilating, irregular breaths leaving and entering through your mouth.

With a sympathetic nod, Jacob’s hands got ahold of your face, his warmth engulfing your cheeks as he stared down at you. “(Y/N), breathe for me, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

He demonstrated it for you as he could feel the tight, helpless grip you had on his arm.

“In.” And he watched you try to copy him, an unsteady inhale audible. He nodded encouragingly, his thumb wiping away the tears falling from your eyes.

“And out through your mouth.” And you did, your breaths still shaky and unsteady, slight aftershocks of your sobs traveling through your body as Jacob smiled softly, waiting for you to calm down completely and continuing to breathe with you. “Exactly like that, you’re doing so well for me.”

When you finally came down from the upsetting episode, you were still crying quietly, the porch light reflecting off your shimmering eyes. Your cheeks were warm from embarrassment, but somehow you still managed to look up at Jacob, who adoringly looked down at you like you didn’t look like a mess.

“It feels like we’re running out of time.” Your voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“We aren’t.” Jacob responded, gently placing his forehead against yours. “As long as I have you to come back to, I will. I promise.”

“I want to believe you, I really do.” You shook your head and chuckled sadly, closing your eyes. “But you know you can’t promise me that, it’s not in our control.”

“Then believe me when I say I’ll try.” And you could hear the hopefulness in his voice. “I promise I’ll always try.”

You nodded, believing him, but anxiety still clouded your mind, making you want to prepare for the worst even with your best friend’s promise. “I know you will, I’m just scared of what comes next.”

“It’s okay to be scared.”

You knew it probably wasn’t the best moment for your impulsive thoughts to set in, but preparing for the worst meant getting everything off your chest, making sure that even if these actually were your last moments together you didn’t let him go with regrets at the back of your mind.

“I know it probably seems like I’m just saying this because I’m scared and unsure of the future, and maybe I am, but just know I’d never lie to you about something like this.” Softly pulling away from his touch, you opened your eyes again to meet his. Even with the slightest distance between you, your limbs felt cold in the nightly breeze and it distracted you from finding the words, but luckily this wasn’t something that needed many.

“I love you, Jake.”

His eyes widened and you could see him stiffen in his place and even if he rejected you in that moment and you potentially ruined your friendship, the most important thing was that he knew.

“It’s fine if you don’t–”

Jacob pleasantly interrupted you, his lips catching the rest of your sentence, the literal and figurative space between you now nonexistent. Your face was being cradled as he pulled you in closer and kissed you like he had been waiting an eternity for it. It felt eager, hungry, rough even, but none of the passion and sweetness was left out and once the shock wore off, you finally melted into him. You kissed him back, your chest glowing as your hands gently grabbed his shirt as if to pull him closer.

And you would’ve loved for the moment to last forever if he hadn’t pulled away and told you, “I love you, too.”

#rachel’s assignments #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #twilight imagines #twilight #twilight wolf pack imagine #twilight wolf pack imagines #jacob black #jacob black x female reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black fluff #jacob black imagine

[tojigasm]

You're Rich And I'm Wishing You Could Be My Master, Yum

Authors Note: This is the first part of my collab series with @tsundere-cherry-girl I'm sorry this took me so long to get out as I really was excited for this piece and wanted to ensure it was perfect before sharing it with you all! I will now be working on requests! enjoy our dilf king Toji, blessup.

* cw : 18+ minors dni, Daddy kink, age gap, and anxiety attacks

Word count: 14.7k

College wasn't something you enjoyed, in fact you loathed it. There was something about autumn winds and winter snow storms that no longer brought along the warm fuzzy feeling that they would have when you were younger. Now, the snow storm that had passed through overnight only reminded you of how far you were going to have to walk to your next class in the freezing cold.

You pulled your coat closer to your body, the cream corduroy acting as a soft barrier against the freezing air. Boots shuffling through the layered snow as you made your way through the peninsula of covered sidewalk, dead leaves that had fallen to the snow being kicked up; rising to the air quickly before falling onto the ice again.

Despite the fact that throughout your childhood you dreamed of college - a way to escape the bouts of teenage immaturity and transition to adulthood - a couple of years to have to yourself. But you couldn't help but be fucking irritated by the constant parties and think-with-their-dick boys who approached you after class, pawing at you and calling you sweet names with their whiny voices that pricked your ears like an icepick.

Outside of the constant nagging from boys, you did have your friends: friends that would call you in the middle of the night to ask if you wanted to go to the dorm next to yours and go party, friends that slipped you the answers to your History teacher’s exam because Mr. Yaga was a fucker who didn’t care if you passed or failed.

Outside of school ruining your life, you had your friends and your friend group was interesting to say the least: there was Megumi, your best friend, who would approach every situation with the least amount of worry - no matter how unprepared he might be and always end up fine in the end. Then there was Itadori, who was late to every single class, a head full of dishelved hair that would shake in shame as your professor scolded him for the upteenth time that week. And then there was Nobara, who was your roommate but spent more time out with at parties than actually in the dorm. Thankfully, all four of you had become close throughout the first hellish year of college, being there for one another when need be.

It was finals week, your schedule was filled to the brim with studying and back to back classes that would determine your grades for the end of the semester. Long nights in the main library and in your dorm resulted in early coffees and shaking fingers as you worked out the answers to your exams.

You hurried to your last class, holding your textbooks and folders closer to your chest, boots skipping up the steps to the door, black letters on the textured glass read ‘Professor Nanami’.

Once inside, you hurried to your seat next to Megumi who was rereading some of his notes, his head turning to you when you sat down and began to pull out your notes randomly.

“Are you serious?” Megumi asked, deadpanning at your mess of scrambled notes and chicken scratched papers.

You gave him a sheepish smile before pointing a finger at him, “Hey! I made it before Itadori, and that’s saying something!”

Megumi chuckled lightly and went back to his notes, highlighting a few things “So… have you decided whether or not you're gonna stay at my place for winter break?”

Your eyes widened. Shit! you forgot about that!

“Uhm… are you sure you’re okay with me coming, I don’t wanna feel like I’m intruding on your break, let alone your family.” You clicked your pen nervously and bit the plush of your bottom lip.

Megumi gave a fake look of shock “No, you’re all good, I want you to come!” he reassured and then went back to writing.

You thought it over for a second, eyes dashing from the scattered and scribbled papers on the table and back to Megumi “Then I’ll go, it sounds exciting!” You smiled widely and Megumi nodded, opening his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by your professor, clapping loudly from the desk at the bottom of the auditorium.

“Alright, as you all know this is your final for the semester, determining whether or not you’ll pass my class.” he took a moment to shuffle the stack of papers, collecting them together. “Do your best, and once you’re finished, you’re free to go.”

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves.

Your professor walked up and down the carpeted steps, placing blank tests down and continuing down the aisle to the next row of students.

Your palms were clammy and your skin pricked with beads of sweat, your turtleneck began to stick to your soft skin.

The atmosphere of the classroom did nothing to relieve your stress, the humming of the heater causing a persistent ache in your head, pulling at the strings of your mind as you tried to think over all the information you had spent the past week and full 12 hours reviewing. A blank test was placed on your desk and you inhaled deeply, looking over the first question and picking up your pencil before circling ‘A’.

Walking out the door and into the snow, books held to your chest, you turned to Megumi before heading in the direction of your dorm.

“So what time are you planning on leaving?” You asked, jutting your hip out to stand more comfortably, snow crunching under your heavy fur boots.

Megumi always stood so perfectly still, even when talking - when you had first became friends it was off putting, making you think he was uncomfortable in your presence, only when the two of you became closer - basically best friends, did u realize that Megumi did some pretty odd things, that being one of them.

“I was gonna head up around like eightish maybe?” Megumi looked up to the sky as though he were in deep thought,” I can drive us both if you want.” He offered, hand gesturing to you.

You shook your head and placed a mittened hand out to stop him, “No, it’s okay, you can just drop by my dorm once you’re ready and I can follow you.” You smiled.

Megumi nodded and then looked away towards his dorm.

“Alright, well, make sure you pack for at least a week and half’s stay, wouldn’t want you to not have something to wear.” he joked, kicking the ground a bit, dragging his shoes through the snow aimlessly as if he were drawing something.

You shook your head and laughed, “I will,” you sighed deeply and clicked your tongue, your shoulders falling gently, “well, I gotta get going, I’ll see you at eight then?” you began to walk backwards, the snow squealing under your boots.

“On the dot.” Megumi concluded and turned, walking through the deep snow on his way back to his dorm.

The next morning when you woke you felt refreshed, your face felt soft and your muscles were relaxed, little to no cramps as the contrast to how the week of finals had treated your body - the overwhelming stress not giving you a minute to relax.

You took a shower and got dressed, putting on your favorite fur jacket over a hoodie along with a pair of baggy jeans. You took one final look in the mirror before checking your suitcase once more, making sure you had everything packed.

Toothbrush, check. Hairbrush, check. Tampons, check. Phone charger, check…

You continued down the checklist of items, failing to hear Nobara enter the room. She had a coffee and muffin in one hand and her purple-bubble thick cased phone in the other.

“Oh, you’re leaving?” she quirked an eyebrow, clearly wanting you to elaborate on where you were going. Nobara was always like that, she felt like more of an aunt at times than an actual friend.

You turned your head to look at her, “Don’t get too excited now, I’ll be back when school starts up again.” You smiled and turned back to your open bag.

Nobara didn't say anything, opting to take a small bite out of the muffin and a sip from the straw of her drink before swallowing loudly.

“A-are you going to your parents place?” She still stood in the hallway, leaned against the wall, she bent over a tad as she continued to look at you, eyebrow pulled into a tight arch.

You stopped zipping your suitcase up to take a deep breath, voice becoming stuck in your throat and tears building up in your downcast eyes.

“N-no, uhm actually,” You cleared your throat, shaking your head slightly, “I’m actually going out of town to stay with Megumi, he invited me to stay with his family for break.” you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and placed it onto the ground, pulling the handle all the way up.

“Hey, you okay?” Nobara asked, walking up to you and chucking her phone onto her bed, the case causing the phone to bounce in the process.

You nodded and smiled, you knew she was looking out for you, aware of the issues you’d had with your father in the past, but that didn’t make the mere thought of your relationship with your father any easier to think about.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just nervous.” You gave a weak smile and grabbed your phone from your nightstand, slipping it into your coat pocket.

“Awh, you’ll have tons of fun, I’m sure Megumi will do a great job making you feel right at home!” She smiled and her hair shook as her head lifted in excitement.

You nodded again and smiled at her warmly, reaching to grab the handle of your bag, “Alright, well, I’m off - I’ll see you again soon.”

Nobara nodded and followed you out of the doorway. The two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way down the hall, fur boots clumping on the carpeted ground.

“Wait!” Nobara’s voice stopped you, making you turn to look at her, one hand in your coat pocket.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“You got everything? Like, all your girl stuff and everything?” she kept a hand on the door handle, the other on the wall.

You smiled at her and nodded, “Yeah, I've got everything.” You then waved to her and continued to make your way to the elevator.

Once outside you shivered as the wind hit your face, biting your skin as you made your way down the snow covered steps and onto the pavement. Megumi was waiting at the curb, leaning against his black Mercedes, dressed in a Louis Vuitton coat, arms crossed and looking to the side.

You always wondered where he got the money for all of the expensive things he bought: his cars, his shoes - being his best friend, you didn't feel comfortable asking, but now that you were being introduced to his family, you realized that the possibility of his family being just that rich never actually occurred to you.

“Hey Gumi!” You waved, pulling your suitcase through the snow behind you.

“Hey,” He turned to you and smiled, “You need help taking that to your car?” he asked, flipping his keys absentmindedly

“No, I'm all good, you wanna just meet me in the parking lot?” you gestured to the lot at the side of your dorm.

“Yeah sure.”

The ride to the cabin was fairly smooth, most of it being a fast trip on the freeway until you followed Megumi’s black Mercedes down an off ramp and into a new town.

You took the time at each stop light to look around, making note of the winter decorations parading the streets. The clouds covering the sky gave the town’s look a picturesque holiday aura to it.

Music played through your speakers as you followed Megumi throughout the town, the road soon became flat and desolate for a few miles before his car came to the start of a small trail.

The tires of your car grumbled over the gravel, rocking your car side to side as you drove down the pine covered road. The trees created an atmosphere that felt almost - in no other words to describe it - home.

You could see mountains to the left of you, sun glittering against the snow, you could smell the pine wafting through the ventilation of your car, relaxing your nerves and washing over your senses greedily.

The road seemed to go on forever, not that you were complaining, the surrounding forest made you feel as though you were stuck in a perfect place in time, nature in its purest form, no city lights, no roads, no cars, just the soothing smell of pine and the occasional cry from a bird.

Megumi’s car took a right and suddenly the ground became smoother, the rocks becoming a makeshift driveway where a Black Ford F150 was parked next to a tan Rolls Royce in front of cobblestone steps that lead up to the chestnut red door of the prodigious house you assumed was the “cabin” Megumi had told you about. The two of you obviously had different ideas of what a “cabin” was. This was a multi million dollar house at least, you wouldn't be surprised if his parents owned the place...scratch that. They definitely owned it.

Megumi parked his car next to the tan Rolls Royce and stepped out, walking over to your car. You rolled your window down to which he bent over and leaned his crossed arms against it, ducking his head to look at you.

“You can park next to my dad’s truck if you want.” He tilted his head and threw his thumb back to point at the giant F150.

“Okay, thankyou.” you let Megumi step back and rolled up your window before pulling into the parking spot.

You stepped out and went to the backseat of your car, pulling out your bag and your blanket before rounding the car to where Megumi was still removing his bags, two Louis Vuitton duffle bags were sat on the sanded down gravel, dirt already seeping into the leather and fabric.

“Your family knows I'm coming… right?” You chuckled nervously, watching Megumi continue to sift through the many expensive bags in his trunk.

“Of course, I’ve told them all about you. Trust me, they’ll adore you.”

You almost cried at that. What had Megumi told them? what if he was lying and they actually were just allowing you to stay out of pity, what if Megumi had actually told them something terrible about you and you weren’t even there to defend yourself.

You felt bad, knowing Megumi would never talk so horibily about you; The two of you were best friends. You just still couldn't help the metaphorical vomit that filled your brain to it’s brim, threatening to spill from your lips until you convinced Megumi you wanted to go home, spilled over until the words became tears because you couldn’t even fathom the idea of Megumi’s family not liking you.

“Are you ready to go?” Megumi stood with two duffle bags in one hand and another thrown over his shoulder.

Nodding, you let Megumi pass you and followed him up to the front of the red painted door. The wood had been furnished and was well kept, obviously polished regularly.

Megumi raised his fist and knocked on the peppermint red wood, a soft rapping filling your ears.

The door opened to reveal a young woman in red bottom snake heels and a cream sweater, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail.

“Hi ‘Gumi!” She smiled happily, her eyes squeezing shut as her arms crushed him in a tight hug before parting and looking him up and down. “My goodness, you’re so much taller than last time I saw you.” Megumi grumbled and she giggled, petting his shoulder lightly.

Suddenly she turned to you, “Oh hi! You must be y/n, Megumi has told me all about you.” She went to grab your mitten covered hands in her own, “Please come in, you must be freezing.” She stepped to the side and placed a hand on your back to guide you inside.

The three of you walked down the wood paneled hall, the walls were decorated with wreaths and cute accessories for the holidays.

“My name is Tsumiki by the way.” She smiled at you again, leading you into the living room, her heels clicking against the floor.

Once you entered the living room you immediately felt out of place - well, more than you felt already, if even possible; a flat screen TV sat was built into the flat wooden wall, a huge leather couch was placed in the middle of the room, double doors leading to a balcony were opened, the sound of birds and creaking wood echoing throughout the home.

The smell of sugar made you turn your head in the direction of what you assumed was the kitchen, the heaviness of it making you close your eyes and hum.

Tsumiki giggled, “I’m making a pie, it should be done before dinner if you two wanna go get settled down and unpack.”

Megumi nodded and took your arm in his hand, pulling you down the next hallway as you said a quick “Thankyou!” before you were out of range.

Megumi pulled you along to a crème covered carpet staircase, climbing the steps with one hand on the rail and the other still on your arm.

Once you made it upstairs, you came into another hallway; a chandelier illuminating the white thicket walls. Four doors were on either side of the hall leading to two large pearl French doors that sat at the very end.

“My dad’s room is the room at the end, Tsumiki sleeps in the room closest to the bathroom ‘cus she always has to pee, I usually take the room farthest from my dad’s just ‘cus.” Megumi informed you. You nodded at his words before it dawned on you that you would be the one sleeping closest to his dad - someone who you had yet to meet and someone who quite frankly, intimidated you.

“You can take the room I usually sleep in if you want.” Megumi tilted his head to see your nervous expression.

“No!” You cleared your throat, “It’s- it’s just, it doesn’t really matter to me, I’m fine either way.”

“M’kay.” Megumi walked to his door and opened it, standing outside until you entered your own, “I’ll get you when dinner’s ready.”

You nodded and walked into the bedroom, met with a king sized bed and glass panel door that led to a balcony. The walls were a grey color, decorated with simple objects and pictures of the surrounding mountains. The room smelled of lavender and vanilla, painting a clear picture of the woodland surrounding you.

Placing your suitcase onto the bed you began unpack; putting your folded clothes into the auburn dresser and closet, placing your shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe. Deciding to keep your toiletries in your room, you put them on the vanity seat beside the glass sliding door.

Once you had everything put away you grabbed your phone and sent a quick text to Nobara, informing her you’d made it, to which she replied with a ‘Good to hear, can’t wait for you to come back, miss you already! xoxo’

You smiled and put your phone down, getting ready to move some things around when a knock came from your door. You opened the heavy door to come face to face with Megumi who had changed into a navy sweatshirt.

“Dinner’s ready.” he informed you and you smiled, nodding as you followed him down the staircase and back through the hallways into the dining room. The walls were plastered with gold and black trim, decorating the thicket walls; a candled chandelier illuminated the room in a calm light.

“Hi there!” Tsumiki waved as she placed a basket of bread rolls onto the table, “you can sit wherever you’d like.” You took a seat next to Megumi, the cushioned chairs adding a soft touch to your nervousness.

As Tsumiki sat down she opened her mouth to ask a question when the sound of a door shutting made you jump, looking towards the hallway to see a tall raven haired man round the corner, dressed in tightly fit black shirt and baggy jeans, his timbs pounding the polished floors.

“What’s for dinner?” His gruff voice immediately made your legs tense. It screamed authority and discipline - the voice of a parent, a father who was stern but rewarded good behavior. The man took a seat at the end of the table and looked at you, his eyebrow raising.

“Who’s this?” he didn't speak to you, opting to talk to his son.

Megumi took a bite of his food and looked at his father, rolling his eyes, “Her name is y/n, I told you she was coming.”

You felt almost helpless not being able to speak for yourself in front of the man of the house. You couldn't deny Megumi’s father was attractive, a part of you embarrassed that you couldn't even make eye contact with the man, afraid that if you did, he’d surely know you were crushing like a schoolgirl on the father of your best friend.

“Oh yeah, nice to meet you, y/n.” He nodded in acknowledgment and began eating.

Tsumiki made small talk, making sure to involve you in all the conversations: asking about your school work, which major you were studying, your plans for the future.

You answered each honestly, explaining why you were interested in your major, why you chose the same college Megumi attended and how you planned to succeed in the workplace you were working towards being in.

Toji had leaned back in his chair at some point, his arms folded beneath his head as he listened to you ramble on about how important school was and your eagerness to be introduced into an industry such as the one you were interested in. It was cute.

Tsumiki listened attentively, asking questions and nodding her head in agreeance whenever you said something. “That's really cool, y/n, I believe you’d be a good addition to any team that hired you, you’re a smart girl and a hardworking one at that.” Tsumiki interrupted herself to gasp lightly, turning to her father. “Come to think of it, dad, didn’t you do some work in that major?” she swallowed, “I could’ve sworn I remember you talking about it.”

You looked to Toji, only to meet his eyes and immediately look at your lap; he looked almost bored - eyes lidded and plump lips resting against each other, the pinkness of them only becoming a darker color, your eyes traced of the scar that was ingrained in his skin.

Toji laughed at your quick shift of focus, taking a hand out from behind his head to scratch at his chest, the fabric of his shirt sliding over his pecs as he did so. “It’s okay, kid. You can look at me - I don't bite.” you gulped at that, if there was any questioning of your attraction to the man, the way his biceps bulged at his shirt as he spoke assured that you were swooning for the older man.

“But, Yeah, I did.” He said flatley, watching you with squinted eyes. There was a moment of silence before Toji stuck his tongue into his cheek and looked down at his finished plate before moving his hands back down to the table resting his elbows against the cotton of the tablecloth.

“Gojou still working there?” He asked, reaching towards the glass cup of toothpicks and inserting one between his teeth.

You gulped sighly and nodded “Y-yeah, he is.” You felt as though you needed to speak with your head down - a primal dominance encouraging you to not make eye contact out of respect, his blue eyes pierced your own as he brought his tongue out to lick the scar on his lip.

You could’ve sworn you died right there and then; something about the oh-so-innocent yet so aware action he pulled by simply flicking his soft tongue along the line of the dark scar made your knees weak, your thighs squeezing together, your shoes toeing at each other nervously.

“He’s a dick.” Toji stated.

“Yeah-” you laughed a bit. “Yeah, he is.”

Once dinner was finished and you and Tsumiki had cleaned the china plates until your fingers pruned, scrubbing the soft sponge across the glass plates gently. When the plates were all put away, you fled to your room.

You had spent what had been at least thirty minutes with your soft hand between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit, replaying the image of Toji sliding his tongue over the dark line of his scar - pretending it was your plush legs he was kissing instead.

A part of you wished he could hear you through the smokey colored walls, entertaining the idea that he was just as perverted as you, jacking himself off to your soft moans and imagining that he too wished he was with you too. The thoughts themselves brought you to an orgasm; pushing a satin pillow onto your face, you moaned, deep and shaikly, feeling your stomach tighten.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” You wined, rubbing circles around the small bundle of nerves until your legs tensed and chills ran down your spine when your orgasm washed over you.

You pulled the pillow off your face to inhale deeply, pulling your fingers from between your legs, looking at your soaked fingers, embarrassment flooding your body as you stared at the proof of how long you had been jacking it to your best friend's dad.

A wash of realization hit your brain when you remembered where you were, whose house you were in and who was sleeping in the rooms on either side of you.

Oh god. You slapped your hand to your forehead, immiedialtey praying to god that your wishes for Toji to hear your soft moans and supple sighs hadn’t been answered.

Getting out of the tall bed, your feet hit the cold floor and you shivered, padding your way to the door of your room, you stepped out and made your way into the bathroom across the hall.

Once inside, you washed your hands, lathering a generous amount of foamed soap that read ‘Winter Candy Apple’ and was wrapped in a sparkly red plastic that slid against your fingers as you sat the bottle back down onto the granite countertop.

Toji was laid back against the expensive furs of his queen bed, fisting his cock furiously to the sound of your moans, sweat beading in small drops on his firm chest.

“Gah -fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” he threw his head back, his hair sprawling behind his head and he hissed, cum spurting onto his hand and abdomen.

“Ohhhh shiiit.” he groaned, voice shaky.

Toji pnated in the mess of blankets and crumpled satin sheets, staring up at the cream colored ceiling, chest heaving.

His blue eyes tracing the iron lines of the gray barn liam chandelier, Toji felt dirty, jerking his dick to his son's best friend. He scoffed, “what the hell?” Toji took another shaky breath and ran his hands over his face before sitting up and pulling his boxers up over his waist and walking into his adjoined bathroom.

The fluorescent lights created a flaxen glow against the white walls and black mineral countertop. Grabbing a small towel from beneath the counter he placed it under the sink’s faucet and wiped down his abdomen, sighing as he chucked the soiled towel into the hamper and walking back into his bedroom.

Toji walked to his dresser and pulled out a white tshirt before heading to the door that connected his bedroom to the hallway.

Walking out into the hall Toji scratched the back of his neck, looking down at the carpeted floor, his eyes tired and adjusting to the dark of the hallway when suddenly something - someone bumped into his chest making him reach his hands out to steady the person he hit.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You whisper yelled and gripped onto his forearms.

Toji squinted to see your features outlined in the dark, “Oh, hey kid, what’re you doin’ up?” He took his hands off your shoulders and yawned dramatically, bringing a hand to cover his mouth.

“Sorry, I just needed to use the restroom.” you told him, eyes meeting his sapphire ones.

He nodded, “You wanna come downstairs? I’m gonna get some coffee.” Toji walked past you.

You listened to the stairs creak as he made his way down the steps, “yes!” you whispered yelled again, being met with a light chuckle from the bottom of the steps.

Following Toji throughout the massive cabin you reached the kitchen where Toji had you sit at the bar. He stood at the opposite side of the island, pouring a pot that had been put out by Tsumiki earlier than night, aware of her father’s habit to wake up and come to the kitchen searching for something to drink and calm his nerves.

Your eyes followed Toji’s movements, his arms flexing as he placed the pot down and pulled out a packet of sugar, ripping the paper and pouring the bag into the cup before grabbing a spoon and mixing the drink together.

“You want something sweetie?” Toji placed the spoon into his mouth and looked up to meet your eyes.

Your face felt warm as you watched him gently suck on the spoon, “u-uhm, no, I’m okay, thank you.” You pull your knees up to your chest, resting your chin and stopping your knees.

Toji offered a slight ‘tch’ and walked towards the sliding glass door, pulling it open and stepping out onto the balcony, letting snow-chilled air fill the room.

You didn't know what to do, too nervous to ask if you could follow but too shy to stay behind and sit awkwardly until Megumi’s father decided to come back into the warmth of the cabin. Stepping off the bar stool you slipped on a pair of slippers you had left at the door and walked out onto the patio, making your way over to where Toji stood.

He was bent over the wooden terrace, leg crossed over another as he looked out at the moonlit forest. You walked up beside him and mimicked his position. He side eyed you and chuckled lightly, noticing the repeated movements of his own. He turned around and leaned his back against the terrace, wondering if you’d follow.

You stayed in Toji’s original position.

“It’s pretty right?” Toji stated, nodding his head towards the pine trees and snow covered ground.

You nodded and began to pick at the wood of the terrace, sniffling as the wind tickled goosebumps up your arms and legs. “It really is.”

Toji huffed in aggreence and turned back to lean on his forearms again, taking a sip of his coffee, the steam from the cup swirling in the air like a growing cloud of fire, eating away at the air in a grey mass.

Toji sensed your nervousness and laughed a bit before scooting closer to you and pointing towards a small tire swing, nearly covered completely by the snow, only a sliver of rusted rubber still visible. “When I was younger, around ten or eleven, I used to swing on that thing everytime my parents drove me up here, and broke my arm on it once too.” He laughed at the memory and took another sip.

You laughed and leaned over the ledge a tad as you tried to imagine Megumi’s father as anything but a father at sometime in his life. Fully believing that he’d been born a father and stayed that way for the past thirty-five years if he had told you that. Maybe he looked like Megumi… possibly Tsumiki, she has his nose-

“Megumi broke his arm on it too, I think it’s cursed.” He joked and you looked at him in question.

“Really? He never told me that.” you sounded disappointed, almost as if Megumi had hid something from you - logically, you knew he hadn’t but in the past thirty minutes, Toji had shared more memories of his own childhood with you than Megumi ever had in your three years of knowing him.

“Are you ready for ice skating tomorrow? There's a lake in the woods that we go down to every year.” he asked

You did remember Megumi mentioning a lake… now that you thought about it, you didn't have any skates.

“I don’t have any skates…”

“You can have a pair of Tsumiki’s, she’s got like six different colors.” He rolled his eyes at his daughter’s adoration for fancy colors and need for fashion.

You giggled at that to which Toji smiled. ‘I don't know how to skate either, haha.” you ran your hands up and down your arms trying to stay warm.

Toji lifted an eyebrow at that, adjusting to lean on his elbow that held the cup of now-cooled-down coffee. “You serious?” He took another sip.

You met his eyes for a split second before looking at the balcony terrace again, “Yeah.”

Toji gave a ‘hmph’ in surprise, tilting his head as he downed the rest of his coffee. “I’ll teach you.” he stated, giving you no room to refuse his offer.

“Okay.” you smiled.

The two of you entered the cabin a few minutes later and Toji sent you up to bed with a hug, following behind you as you made your way back up the stairs and into your room.

“Night, Mr. Fushiguro.” You stood in the doorway of your bedroom.

“Night, brat.” He smirked and waited for you to enter your room and shut the door before retreating to his own room and falling back onto the bed, eyes searching for something to focus on as he forced himself to sleep. His eyes decided on the iron of the chandelier again, tracing the intricate lines and candle holders as he fell asleep, the smell of your shampoo and memory of your moans filling his senses.

As you lay in bed, you stared at the ceiling; thinking of how you’d ask Tsumiki to borrow a pair of skis, what you’d wear, and how you’d have Megumi teach you how to ice skate without embarrassing yourself. Wait no. Toji was going to teach you. Your eyes slowly begin to close, your body sleep deprived and too exhausted from the long drive and late talk with Toji to question why he offered to teach you rather than have his son.

The next morning was far more relaxed than the evening before, you helped Tsumiki make breakfast, whisking eggs as Toji made his way into the kitchen.

“Well aren’t you two cute.” he teased and tousled his hair a bit.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, “It’s almost done if you wanna get Megumi.” You said, choosing to watch the basking of the eggs rather than make eye contact with the taller man.

Toji laughed and walking over to the coffee pot you had refilled, pouring himself a cup of it and adding a packet of sugar. He made his way over to the bar and sat on one of the stools, his chin resting in his palms as we watched the two of you work.

He felt like he had a family back. It was a horrible thing, truly, to seek comfort in the young girl who Megumi had introduced as his friend. But Toji wanted you, and whatever Toji wanted, Toji fucking got.

A plate was placed in front of him by a pair of small hands, he looked at you and smiled, placing a hand on your head and scratching your scalp as he tousled your hair “Thanks.”

You nodded and went back to the other pre-made plates. You placed another next to Toji for Megumi.

Toji internally groaned, he wanted you to sit next to him.

“I’ll go get Megumi.” You left the kitchen and Tsumiki siad a quick ‘Okay!’ before turning to her father who was devouring the food you’d cooked.

Toji could feel his daughter’s eyes on him, looking up from his meal to stare blankly “What?”

Tsumiki rolled her eyes and turned back to her own plate of sugar covered pancakes, decorated with strawberries and whip cream. “I see the way you look at her dad. She’s in college and you’ve barely known her for a whole day!” She exclaimed.

Toji simply shrugged his shoulders at her input and continued to eat, taking another bite of eggs, “You’re gonna give her a pair of skates for when we go to the lake today.”

Tsumiki nodded and picked up her plate, walking past him to sit at the table, placing a hand on his shoulder “Dad.” she pleaded

Toji lifted an eyebrow “I’m not gonna do anything.” He put his hands in mock defense to which Tsumiki gave a ‘really?’ look at and sighed, walking over to the table and taking a seat.

Only a minute later you came down with a sleepy Megumi following behind, rubbing his eyes and tripping over his feet. “Morning.” he said groggily, taking the seat next to his dad and digging into his breakfast.

Toji ruffled his pointed hair and laughed as the raven strands bent for half a second and then bounced back up into their original place.

You sat at the table with Tsumiki, watching the quiet scene unfold, smiling warmly at the interaction. The father-son interaction brought you to think of your own father, your thoughts scrambling to find a moment in your life where he was as soft with you as Toji was with his own children.

“You guys excited to go skating later?” Toji turned in his chair, looking at you Tsumiki.

You nodded, mouth full. Wiping your mouth you nodded again, “I am, Mr. Fushiguro. I’m very excited.”

Toji’s heart warmed at your tired voice, feeling a little guilty for keeping you up outside in the cold for as long as he did. He crossed his arms over the back of the stool and watched you eat, “I can take y/n in my truck if you two wanna take the Royce.” Toji stated more than asked.

Megumi shrugged at that, not really caring who he went with but still concerned about how you’d feel being all alone with his father, He was fine with driving with his sister but Megumi knew his dad’s truck had enough seats for all of you. “y/n are you okay with that?” Megumi turned to you.

You felt embarrassed as all eyes were on you, “I’m okay with that.” you smiled at Megumi, slowly turning your head towards Toji, reassuring him with a smile.

He smirked and stepped off the stool, stretching his arms over his shoulders, his shirt riding up past his navel. “Alright, I’m gonna go get dressed.” he made his way through the kitchen and into the hall before turning back and looking at you “y/n, wear something warm ‘mkay?” He said and walked off.

Tsumiki rolled her eyes at his request “Don’t mind him, it’s just his dad shit telling him to be all parental, wear whatever you want.” She said.

You smiled at her before dragging your finger through the leftover whip cream on your plate, bringing your finger to your lips and sucking on it gently. It felt nice to be dotted on, to be worried about, to be worried about by a father. As you made your way to your room and got dressed, pulling on a hooded mink fur jacket, like Toji told you to do; You twirled in your mirror, picking up one foot cutely, watching the strings of your furry moon boots dangle.

A knock came from your door before Megumi entered the room, dressed in a luxury white fur coat, the hem running to his jean clad knees. “You almost ready? Tsumiki put your skis in my dad’s truck already, she guessed your size.” you laughed at that.

“I’m sure they’ll fit.” you picked up your phone and slipped it into your pocket and followed Megumi down the carpet steps. Once outside you stepped onto the gravel and over to Toji’s truck where he stood, resting against the tailgate with his arms crossed; the denim of his jacket stretching over the bulkiness of his arms - drool pooling in your mouth at the sight.

“You ready kid?” Toji stepped out, timbs crunching the gravel beneath him.

You nodded and watched Megumi walk past you and open the door to Royce, “We’ll meet you there right?” he said, hand on the door. Toji gave a thumbs up before walking up to your side of the truck; Tsumiki pulled out beside him as he did so.

“Be careful on the road, dad, she doesn't need to be subjected to your psychopathic driving skills.” She narrowed her eyes only to soften them when she saw you, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m sure he’ll keep you safe - something about Tsumiki’s insignificant promise that her father would protect you made your knees weak - It’s only about a thirty minute drive, we can get lunch after too.” She then left, wheels rumbling over the gravel as the car rounded the corner; Leaving you and Toji alone.

“C’mere baby,” He motioned for you. You walked up to the passenger side, Toji standing with the door open, hand on his hip. “You ready?” you nodded and he placed his hands on your hips, your smaller ones grasping his forearms in shock, placing you in the seat he then squeezed your thigh gently, “Good girl.” he shut the door.

You were gonna die right then and there. Jesus Christ you were going to die and Toji-Fucking-Fushiguro and his deep voice and big hands were going to be the reason Megumi would find you dead in the passanger seat of his father’s car.

The sound of the driver’s side door opening made you turn your head, watching Toji step into the truck with ease and push the start button, the car rumbling as it turned on and warm air ran over your skin. The contrast between the cold air and the heated car made you shiver.

The ride was silent as the truck rocked back and forth over larger rocks in the road, Toji had some music playing at you watched the mountain range, making note of how it must've snowed last night as there was visibily more white frosted trees and the mountain seemed to hide all the dark toothpick looking trees from across the valley.

“When I was younger, my dad took me up here with my friends,” he paused as you turned to him, waiting for him to continue in complex adoreness. Toji felt his hands grip the leather wheel with his left hand, his right folding into a fist on the compartment piece in between the two of you; his mind begging him, demanding him to reach out to you and hold you, hold your thigh, your hands, anything to touch you.

He cleared his throat and continued “I took his pickup out to go get drinks with my friends and slid on black ice, we jumped out in time but the truck went down this lil’ valley, thought I was gonna die.”

You felt your shoulders release - aware that Toji had survived since he was literally driving you down the same road he nearly died on before you were even born. But a part of you made you relieved to know that he hadn’t slipped down the icy mountain and met an evil demise brought to him by the reigns of teenage boy stupidity.

“You were okay though right?” your eyes wide with worry

Toji laughed at your shocked expression, the thought that you asked if he was okay, the thought that you were worried about him made his heart swell. He loved the way you made him feel and simuloutansley hated it. Knowing you’d almost never reciprocate the same feelings he had.

“Yeah honey, I was okay.” He ruffled your hair teasingly before grabbing the back of your hood and pulling it up and over your head, covering your eyes.

“Hey!” You moved the hood from your head and hit his arm, he jumped back and put his hands up in mock defense, laughing heartily.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He laughed and turned back to the road.

You gave a ‘Hmph’, crossing your arms dramatically.

A hand was placed on your thigh gently, squeezing at the plush of your thigh through your pants. Turning your head you met his eyes, the car slowing down, his focus now on you. Toji shifted a small bit, moving closer to you, his grip on your thigh growing tighter.

The air suddenly seemed thinner, your lungs scrambling to find breath in such a quiet and intimate moment. Your best friend's father had his hand holding your thigh, your best friend’s hot, older dad had his giant, rough hand holding your thigh - holding you.

You exhaled shakily, almost embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“Hey” placing the hand that was on your thigh to your cheek, stroking your cheek gently.

“Hi” you whispered, toji smiled at your voice, god he was whipped and he’d only known you for seventeen hours.

Leaning in, he watched your plump lips part, his face was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “You’re so pretty, baby.” he whispered, thumb coming up to rest on your bottom lip and pulling it downwards.

Heat went straight to your pussy, your thighs clenching together as toji brought his lips to your own. His hand went to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he ran his tongue over your teeth. You moaned into the kiss and brought a hand to his arm, rubbing his skin softly.

Toji groaned, pulling away from you and shifting the gear of the truck into park and reaching over you with both hands, cupping your face to his. Toji inhaled deeply through his nose, pulling apart to see a line of spit attaching your lips together.

“Fuck.” his eyes were lided and his lips were swollen and red “C’mere” he brought you into his lap himself, pushing the seat back so you’d have more room. Looking out the window you could see you were still on the trail, no other cars in sight. Your head was turned by Toji, grabbing your chin and leading you back to his lips.

Your lips met again, Toji’s hands coming to squeeze the flesh of your ass appreciatively. Moaning into the kiss you lowered your pelvis down to his prominent bulge, rutting against it gently. He hissed at the movement, breaking apart from you to look down between the two of you.

“Shiiit,” he sighed and went to run a hand through his hair, “can’t do that to me, I’m gotta fuck you, needa be inside you so bad baby.” placing his hand on the cup of your sex making you shiver.

“Toji please.” you closed your eyes, head tilting downwards slightly.

“Please what? C’mon use your words.” he smirked and ran his hands down the sides of your body, battered and roughed fingers caressing the soft-textured fur of your mink coat.

“Mhmm'' you whimpered, suddenly very aware of where you were and who you were with. Shying away, you backed away from him to rest on your thighs - still straddling Toji’s waist - you brought a finger to your lips, biting your soft skin and looking through the windows as if you were being watched. As if the trees and the birds and the deers and the clouds knew you were about to lose your virginity to your bestfriend’s fucking father.

“Hey, hey, what’s up munchkin?” Toji sat up, bringing you to his chest comfortingly - a parental instinct to protect - “m’ I movin’ too fast?” he asked, petting your head softly as you softly nodded into his chest.

“M’ sorry sweet girl'' Toji rubbed your back gently, letting you snuggle into his hold and hide yourself in the neck of his turtleneck, sniffling quietly. “Shh, no more tears, baby m sorry.” he cooed. The two of you sat in the car for a good while, the soft humming of the engine and Toji’s warm arms wrapped around your small body mixed with his soft words slowly lead you to sleep.

When you finally woke up you were met with a bright light, bringing a hand over your eyes to shield the sun away you saw Toji leaning over you slightly, working to unbuckle our seatbelt. “Hey sunshine.” he smiled.

“Hey…” you rubbed your eyes gently making him chuckle, “are we at the lake already?” you asked, looking from your seat in the truck, noticing you were in a small parking lot surrounded by forest.

“Sure are sweetcheeks, you wanna get out?” he backed away from the door and let you stumble out, knees still wobbly from being asleep. Toji steadied you and pressed a kiss to your forehead to which you hummed at and tilted your head back, puckering your lips for him. Toji chuckled and pressed a small peck to your lips.

He took your hand in his and walked you to the bed of the truck, picking you up and placing you onto the rubber mat of the bed and grabbing your (Tsumiki’s) pink skates.

Toji pulled off your moon boots and helped lace up your skates before putting you down, patting your head gently. Yawning, you watched him go back to the passenger seat of the truck and put your shoes underneath the seat before coming back to you.

“You ready lil lady?” he looked at you once and took your gloved hand in his, leading you to the rink where Megumi was skating backwards and talking to Tsumiki as she twirled lightly. Megumi saw you and waved, making you giggle and wave back with your free hand.

Toji walked you over to the entrance of the rink, stepping in and holding a hand out for you to aid you in walking to the frozen lake bed. You hesitated, watching Megumi and Tsumiki, they made it look so easy - but to someone who had never skated in their life, you were sure this was how you were to meet your end.

“C’mon baby, I’m not gonna letcha’ fall.” Toji urged, stepping a tad closer to you as reassurement.

“You promise?” you looked down at the ice and back to his face and then his hand.

“Yes, honey, I promise.” Toji’s face turned serious, eyebrows furrowing as you took his hand, helping you step down and grabbing your hip when your leg slipped a tad. You held onto him for dear life, the hood of your coat rubbing against his shoulder.

“It’s okay, kid” he laughed a little and stepped backwards, holding his other hand out for you to take, letting you follow him as he took small swerves backwards. “Easy, just like that - ooh, careful! Good girl.” Toji praised, allowing you to grow more confident as he only held one of your hands now, still skating backwards as he watched your footing. Praising you when you made a turn or caught yourself.

Tsumiki had stopped skating and was standing by the edge of the lake, watching her father and you skate together. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that her father was pinning you and that you were returning, said pinning with the intensity of a school girl crush.

Megumi made his way past her and slowed to watch the two of you, turning to her as his chest heaved slightly. “Why are you watching them?”

Tsumiki was taken aback by his question, taking her hands out and gesturing to the two of you - you had slipped and Toji had caught you, bringing you up to his chest to hold you, letting you rest against his body as he continued to skate backwards, allowing you to hold onto him as he did the work for both of you.

“They look like they’ve been dating for four years for christ’s sake!” She exclaimed, her ponytail swaying. Megumi looked between her and the two of you shrugging lightly before preparing himself to continue skating. “How can you just sit here and not be bothered by that?” she laughed airily.

Megumi sighed and tilted his head towards her, “If i’m being honest, i don't really care - she’s still my best friend, and like, yeah” he shrugged again, “It’s weird, but this is the happiest i’ve seen dad in years, not to mention, she seems happy too.” Megumi then looked down at his gloves, restrapping them before taking off to skate again.

Toji held you to his chest, skating slowly as you listened to his heartbeat through his shirt. The rhythmic sway of his movements slowly lulling you into a sleep again. “You still with me baby?” his voice startled you slightly, vibrating through his chest and tickling the side of your cheek making you giggle.

“Yeah,” you slurred and moved to get closer to him, legs still moving in sync with his to help him as the two of you skated around the lake. “You’re warm.” you snuzzled him.

“Oh yeah?” he pulled your face away from his chest to tilt your head upwards, “Well, you’re pretty.” he watched you turn away from him bashfully, earning a deep laugh from him. “Awh c’mere stinker,” he grabbed your face and turned you back to him, slowly stopping the two of you in the middle of the lake. “You really are pretty.” he said and you nodded, leaning up to kiss him.

Megumi watched the two of you holding each other, completely unaware of his presence in staring at the two of you. An odd feeling filled his chest, not one of anger or sadness but one of almost relief, relief he could see his father being happy. Relief for you, someone who always seemed to sell themselves short, someone who put others before themselves. It was interesting to see you and his father somehow grow closer in less than a full day than he had managed in twenty-two years of living in the same home as the gruff man.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Tsumiki grabbing her brother by the arm, dragging him off the lake and onto the snow covered ground. “We’re gonna head into town and get some takeout, you guys wanna come?” She yelled.

Toji pulled away from your gaze to give her a thumbs up, “We’ll probably get something on the way back, don’t wait on us.”

You watched Tsumiki nod and return the thumbs up, walking with Megumi to the Royce and pulling out of the lot, gravel crumbling under the tires.

Toji sighed as he watched them get into the car, “Finally, gotcha’ all to myself.” He tucked his head to nuzzle your neck making you squeal and wiggle around in his arms. The two of you sat in silence for a small while, listening to the soft air and snapping of tree branches, the occasional bird crying. It was heavenly - you and Toji’s own little space among the battered and destroyed world.

Feeling yourself move forward, you open your eyes slowly to see Toji skating backwards gently, moving so quietly that he skates hardly made any noise against the frozen water. “Hey, you ready to go, baby?” there was that pet name again. That damn name that made your knees weak, an insignificant title that made you want to sink to your soft knees and devour his cock.

“Mhm” you hummed, following him as he made his way to the snow covered ground and pulled you up, helping you stand as he watched you sway tiredly - worn out from skating and probably talking the night before did not help any.

Once in the car, Toji had buckled you in and removed your skates, letting you sit cross legged on the heated leather seats. You watched Toji remove his own skates and put on his shoes before stepping into the car and reaching his hand out towards you. Heat rushed to your cheeks when your hands met, it was a simple act of love - one might even say domestic, and for a minute, yeah, you entertained the idea of being domestic with him. Of having a family with him. Of being his.

“You okay?” He asked and rubbed the skin of your knuckle with his thumb gently, putting the car in reverse with his other. Toji held your hand the rest of the drive, squeezing occasionally when you pointed something out.

“Okay, baby,” Toji parked in a shopping center and let you look around at the sea of snow covered cars and neon labeled writing that covered the illuminated buildings, “What’re you feelin’?”

Sitting up a tad straighter you scanned the buildings, looking for any place you could recognize before falling back against the heated seat. “M’ not really sure, I don’t recognize anything here Toji.” you yawned and leaned over the compartment to wrap your arm around his bicep, snuggling into him.

Toji cooed at your tenderness, patting your head and making the decision himself, pulling into a drive through and ordering something for himself and for you, deciding to get you two different things in case you favored the other.

You woke up to the smell of something spicy, rubbing your eyes before letting them focus on the ma sitting in the seat beside you. “Mornin’ to” you yawned, jumping lightly when he laughed through the mouthful of food.

“It’s seven P.M, baby cakes” Toji took another bite of food and then reached into the backseat to grab the separate bag of fruit and hand it to you gently. “I got you two things so you can choose which one you want.” he brought his hand to your head, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your temple and then went back to eating.

“Thankyou Toji.” you whispered, leaning against him as you ate and looked up through the windscreen of the car, watching the stars quietly. The soft hum of the engine mixed with the soft song playing on the radio built a warm feeling up in your belly. The feeling of home. Although you had only known Toji for a day, somehow you knew he was everything you needed. The perfect mix of dominance and parental guidance that made you look up at him like he was the only man in the entire world who mattered (scratch that) the only person who’s ever mattered.

“What’s up, baby?” he met your soft gaze. You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. Toji filled the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, short and sweet, nothing forced and nothing fake. It was reassuring.

The two of you went back to eating when you paused after your third bite, “Toji?” you asked and turned to him. “Yeah, baby?” he leaned back to rest his hands behind his head, watching you lovingly. You had him whipped and he knew it. He knew as soon as he heard your cries and soft meals for him through the thicket walls that he would do anything and everything to ensure you were happy and healthy and his.

“I want you to be my first.” so nonchalauntly said it almost made him blush, you spoke as if you were talking about the weather.

“You sure?” He querched an eyebrow at you to which your submissive nature returned, making you shrink away and lower your head.

“Yeah I’m sure.” you said and played with your food nervously. Toji smiled at you.

“Okay.”

The rest of the ride home was filled with soft comments and the soft sound of your knees bouncing nervously. At one point Toji had reached over to hold your thigh, slowing the rhythmic bouncing. “Calm down” he chuckled and rubbed your leg with his hand, “Don’t stress yourself out, I’m gonna take care of you.” he reassured you. Toji looked between you and the road, your face illuminated with a cherry light from the car lights surrounding you, “Hey, I’d rather have you do it with me than some dipshit who’s gonna fuck you and get you pregnant without caring about you.”

Your head turned to his, a worried expression painted your pretty features. “D-do boys actually do that?”

“Do what, baby?” he squeezed your hand and made a left turn, turning the wheel with his left hand smoothly.

“Try to get girls pregnant and then run away?” your bottom lip jutted out into a pout. Toji would have laughed at your naive nature, so easily bought by scary lines of abandonment. He knew you had abandonment issues; if the small tugs on his arms and adoring looks you gave him were any indication that you had trouble believing people (Toji) weren't going to leave you, stemming from some evil plant that had been rooted by most definitely someone you called a “father”.

“No, not all. But boys are idiots, I don’t want you hanging around any boys when you go back to school. They just wanna get their dicks wet.” Toji said, no room up to argue, as if you were going to.

“I won’t, I promise.” you were serious and Toji could tell. His precious baby, you were all his and he’d do whatever he could to protect you from the terrible monster spewed from the selfishness of teenage boy hormones and immaturity.

“I know baby, you’re my good girl, you’re daddy’s good girl.” the title made your legs quiver immediately, panties becoming soaked and thighs rubbing against each other, desperate for friction to ease the assault on your brain. The truck came to a stop at another intersection and Toji took the opportunity to press a kiss to your soft lips, pulling away and running his thumb across the bottom. He hummed at you and kissed you again, “Mhm, my sweet baby.”

“You’re so pretty” Toji praised, looking at you from between your spread thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he pressed kisses to your panties, sucking on the damp spot of the fabric.

“Mmm, daddy, please.” you whined and reached a hand down to slip beneath your panties, your actions serving as pointless when Toji smacked your hand away.

“Please what?” he bit the inside of your thigh, sucking off your soft skin. You mewled at his touch, small fingers twisting the satin sheets generously. “Please touch me, I need you.”

Toji smiled at your neediness, sitting up a tad to pull your panties off and throw them behind him aimlessly. Bringing his mouth to your cunt he inhaled deeply and groaned, cupping your hips with his rough hands and bringing your body closer to him.

You exhaled shakily as he kissed your clit gently then moved down to lick a wide stripe up your core. You rushed to grab his head to steady yourself, thighs quivering as he groaned again when he inserted a finger.

“Fuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” he sucked your clit, his finger curling inside of you and stoking your gummy walls. “God, can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy on my cock, Jesus.” he exhaled deeply. “Gonna add another finger, kay, baby, you tell me if it's too much.” you looked up from your cunt, your juices coating his plush lips.

You nodded gently, spreading your legs a tad wider to accommodate toji’s new position. He pulled himself to sit on his knees, resting your cunt over his thighs. “Words for me, use your words for daddy.” he kissed your folds and you shivered.

“Yes daddy-”

“Promise me you’ll tell me if it hurts.” his eyes grew soft at your affectionate gaze.

“I promise, daddy.” you nodded and decided to act boldly, scooting yourself higher into his hold. Toji smirked through a chuckle before leaning down and inserting two fingers into you slowly. Wincing at the stretch Toji caressed your thigh with his hand holding you to him.

“I know, so good for daddy, just a little bit more baby.” he continued to praise you until both fingers were stuffed inside your tight cunt, threatening to split you if he tried to stretch them. “Oh honey, you’re so tight, that hurt?” he looked at you, concerned about his features.

You thought it over for a second, “Mm, a little bit, just a lil’ uncomfortable” hissing when he went to remove a finger, walls clenching emptily after benign stretched lightly.

“M’ sorry baby, daddy’s sorry, jus’ wanna make sure you're okay.” he rubbed the inside of your thigh and reentered his finger, sliding the two of them in and out of you with a squelch of your wet cunt. Toji watched as you squirm slightly, his fingers separating gently to stretch you. “So good for me baby, so good.”

Tears welled in your eyes at the praise, bringing your hand down to wrap around Toji’s wrist, he softened his movements. The two of you met each other's eyes and Toji smirked at your expression, eyes lidded hair stuck to your forehead. The way you looked at him with such trust made his heart swell, your swollen lips and rising chest, and the meteophicral hearts swimming in your vision could bring him to his knees.

He needed you and he fucking needed you now.

Toji grabbed a pillow and placed your hips over it, moving back to lean between your legs and press small kisses to your folds. “M’ you taste so good.” he wrapped his hands around your hips, caging you to the bed. His scarred lip tickling your skin when he sucked on your clit and reached his hand up towards you to hold yours in his own. He could tell you were close. Your legs twitched and he could feel your folds pulse and pump in his mouth.

“You’re okay.” he mumbled as your legs clenched as you came, nails digging into the rough flesh of his knuckle. His gruff voice muffled between your legs. Toji continued to lap at your soft cunt, his tongue flicking over your clit as he brought you closer to the edge.

A tight heat coiled in your belly, you tensed again and pulled your legs closer to your chest, toji following you as you moved, keeping a hand wrapped around your waist. He pulled off of you to smile, the scar on his lip splitting - the sight was almost painful to look at. Toji’s fingers pinched your clit while he watched you moan.

Throwing your head back against the fur pillow and tightening your grip around Toji’s wrist you came. “Oh- oh, please I’m cumming.” your walls pulsed around his digits, pussy soaking his mouth.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl for daddy huh” Toji smirked against your cunt, licking your wet folds before moving away to kiss up the inside of your thighs and up your leg that sat on his shoulder. He sat up onto his knees to kiss your ankle, rubbing your calf as you panted. “So pretty, baby.” he kissed your ankle again then moved to rest his hands on either side of your shoulders.

Toji brought his head down to snuzzle your neck, kissing the junction between your collarbone and neck, pressing short and small kisses all the way up your jaw until he met your parted lips. He pressed his lips to yours, cupping your head with one of his hands while the other moved down to part your folds again.

“Think you’re ready for daddy?” he pecked your lips. You nodded and whined lightly as he moved back to cup the bulge in his sweatpants. You moaned at the sight, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and crawled over to him.

He watched you eye his bulge, his cock twitching as your head tilted upwards, eyes meeting his own. You looked so innocent - so easy to ruin. You looked between him and his bulge, jaw opening and closing like a gaping fish. “C-can I touch..” you whispered, embarrassed at your own insinuation that you most definitely wanted this man’s cock inside of you.

Toji chuckled and leaned down to pet your head, he kissed your forehead and nodded when your expression grew into one of frustration at the lack of answer. “Yeah, baby, you wanna touch daddy’s cock?” he tilted his head to watch you turn bashfully making him laugh, pulling down the hem of his sweatpants through his chuckle.

His cock sprung up to tap his abdomen and drool pooled in your mouth, you moved to take him into your mouth, Toji’s hand coming up to press against your forehead, stopping you in the process. You looked up to him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Daddy’s okay, I’ll teach you how to suck dick another day, kay baby?” he stroked the back of your head. His words were almost condescending, treating you as though you didn’t know any better, as though you were too incapable of doing things on your own. Toji didn't think so though, Toji saw this as his way to own you completely, riot your brain of everything you knew and mold you into a submissive little puppy - mold you into something entirely perfect and special, hidden from the sinful acts of civilization.

“Daddy,” you whined, pawing at his thigh, staring at his cock had begun tortures; memorizing the thin veins that ran up the underside and his pretty pink tip. Daddy’s cock is pretty you thought to yourself.

He hadn't even noticed he’d begun to stare off.

Toji blinked and made a smile at you, holding your jaw in his hand and kissing you roughly, “Daddy’s here.” he pulled off to look behind you at the bed, pushing you back till you were laying on your back, arms reaching up for him.

Positioning himself between your legs, he hiked one thigh over his arm, pressing your knee to your chest. You placed your hands on his biceps, rubbing his skin as a means to comfort yourself as you watched him tug on his cock, precum leaking from the tip.

You made a nervous whimper at the feeling of his tip pressing against your folds. Toji kissed you and stroked the skin of your hip gently. “Shh… kiss daddy’s gonna go slow kay?” he waited for you to nod before slowly pushing his tip in.

You cried out and pushed against his belly, trying to slow him down, “Too much daddy!” tears already fell down your soft cheeks making Toji’s eyes soften. He brought himself down to rest on his forearms, bringing his hands to either side of your face and cupping it as you sobbed.

“Honey, calm down,” he spoke gently, thumbing your tears away “it’s only just the tip, baby”

You closed your mouth and screwed your eyes shut, trying to get used to the stretch only to shake your head when it wasn’t working. “Too big, daddy,” you wailed and brought your hands up to cup his wrists.

“Baby.” he cooed “focus on daddy for me baby” he pulled out a small bit to let you calm down. You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurred with salty tears as you tried to make out his face.

“Daddy you have to go slow.” you cried, bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes which Toji pulled away, leaning down to kiss your eyelids gently and pulling back to place a peck on your swollen lips.

He cooed again, “I know baby, daddy’s sorry, he was going too fast.” you nodded at his words and he nodded back, smiling when you began to breathe normally again, taking deep inhales through your lips. “That’s my girl, deep breaths, kay?” you continued to breathe until you squirmed a bit underneath him. “Where you goin baby?” Toji asked, head tucked into your neck where he’d been pressing gentle kisses.

“Wanna try again.” you met his eyes when he came back up, “I can do it daddy, just go slow.” you reassured him when his eyebrow quirked.

“Okay, daddy’s gonna so slow, you tell him if it gets to be too much okay?” he kissed both of your cheeks and you nodded, your features filling with excitement in hopes of making your daddy proud. Toji noticed your excitement, of course, and laughed lightly, “Calm down, squirt, we still gotta take it slow. Daddy doesn’t wanna hurt you.”

You nodded enthusiastically and grabbed his biceps again, bracing yourself for the stretch and wincing when he pushed in again. Toji watched your soft expression grow screwed and stopped, “Take a breath, baby.”

You gasped loudly, showing Toji that you were in fact breathing which earned you a smile at your exaggerated breaths. Toji took your moment of distraction to push himself in a bit more, making your smile break into a gasp, nails gripping his skin roughly.

“So good, for me, see almost done” he tucked your head to look between the two of you; the sight of his girth splitting you open making your walls flutter and soak hsi cock, pulling him into you more.

Toji’s jaw dropped at the clench of you walls, you were so fucking tight - and he wasn’t even all the way in - “Oh, fuuuck,” he chuckled breathlessly, readjusting himself to support his weight on one of his hands, “easy, kid, god.”

“M’ sorry” your eyes welled up, thinking you were hurting him you went to move only to be stopped by him keeping you in place.

“No,” he chuckled “No- just- just god, haha” he took a few breaths, bringing a hand down to massage your clit, hoping you’d loosen up because at the rate you were going right now, he was gonna cum right when he was fully inside you. “Jesus, kid, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he said through gritted teeth.

Toji continued to push himself in, your body shivering and leg quivering over his arm as he met your hymen, tapping it lightly with the tip of his cock making you wince. “There she is.” Toji looked down between your bodies, seeing how much more you had to take he gulped and turned his head back up to see your worried expression.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m still gonna go slow, baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” the two of you waited for a moment, his cock pulsing inside your tight cunt as you took deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Toji took the time to appreciate your features; your furrowed brows as you concentrated on the size of him, your long eyelashes stuck together by tears, your soft skin and plump cheeks that made him want to wrap you up in his arms and snuggle you. “You okay, baby?” you nodded “You want daddy to try moving?” he asked and kissed you.

“Yes daddy, I just- I need help.” you looked to him for guidance and guidance he provided. Toji thought for a second before taking your smaller hand in his large one and pulling it down to his cock, letting you wrap your small hand around the girth that hadn’t entered you yet.

“Good girl,” Toji muttered, watching you feel around his cock, exploring the touch and texture of it, “Now, daddy’s gonna push in and if it gets to be too much for you I want you to press against me.” he informed you and you nodded, heart speeding up at the pulse under the skin of his cock. “You ready?” nodding you moved your arm to his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissing him.

Toji pushed in gently, your hymen splitting, a broken cry muffled by Toji’s mouth, your hand made no move of stopping him but he slowed to a near stop for your sake, stroking your wrist with his hand and pressing kisses over your tears.

“You okay, sweetie?” he pulled back, stroking the back of your head.

“Yeah, m’okay, jus’ hurts a bit.” you sniffled

“I know, kid, you’re being’ so good for me, so good for daddy.” he kisses your nose and lets you relax, running his hands over any part of your body he could reach, slowly kissing you and allowing you to grow accustomed to his size.

“I’m okay now daddy, c-can you move, but be gentle please, like- like slow?” you said softly, taking your hand off his length to hold his forearm.

“Of course, baby.” Toji nodded and pulled out a bit before slowly pushing himself back in. He watched your expression clench up, having difficulty in taking his length; he tried a few more practice thrusts before realizing your body was tense and making it difficult for you to fully let him move without hurting you. “Baby, relax.” he sat up onto his haunches and pulled you closer to him. Your legs were placed over his shoulders as he pressed your body into a mating press, forcing your body to relax in surprise of all of his cock sinking into your tight cunt making him groan.

“Oh jesus, you’re so fucking tight, baby - haha, god, you’re all mine, god you feel so good.” he praised, head coming to tuck into your neck. He pressed small kisses to your skin while he groaned.

“Mm daddy, please,” your legs tensed when his cock twitched slightly. There was hardly any room for him, his cock was pressed against your cervix, your squirming not helping to ease the cramped feeling.

“I gotcha’, kid.” he pulled out and thrusted back in, this time you moaned and threw your head back against the fur pillows. You felt so fucking full. “Fuck, daddy.” you cried, turning your head upwards to watch him to see his focused yet blissed expression.

“Yeah, sweetie?” he chuckled, thrusting deeply inside you, his balls slapped your skin, the sound was damn near pornographic, the weight of his cock made you moan. “Oh, that feels good, does my baby feel good?” he teased at your expression, drool trailing from your mouth.

You nodded enthusiastically and moved to hold him closer, your legs bending against his shoulders to press him further inside you. “Daddy - whine - daddy, please all the way inside.” you pleaded and Toji looked at you worriedly.

“Okay, sweetie, relax for me.” he readjusted your legs higher on his shoulders and sank all the way into you, two of you gasping when his balls met your folds. “Jesus.” Toji shivered and pulled back to thrust into you again.

Toji continued to thrust into you, hitting your cervix and making you moan and clench around him, the heat and tightness of your pussy making him groan. He needed to get you to come. “C’mon sweetie, you’re so pretty for me, so. thrust. damn. Thrust. Good.” he brought a hand down to your clit and began to circle it gently, the rough pad of his finger bringing you closer.

“Oh fuck, daddy!” you moaned, “Daddy, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum.” you cried.

Toji groaned and leaned down to kiss you, “cum for me sweet girl, want daddy to fill you up? Give you a baby?” he smirked at your expression, fucked coompletely stupid.

“Daddy please, please fill me up.” you moaned, the need to be bred was making your head spin. Thoughts of being swollen with his child and carrying his baby for him made your knees weak.

“Okay, kid, daddy’s cummin’ c’mon.” he said through clenched teeth, pressing your legs deeper against your chest causing you to cum. Your jaw dropped and you gasped, pulling yourself closer to Toji as you came.

Toji leaned into your hold, shivering as he bucked his hips into you, your gummy walls pulsed around him, milking his cock as cum painted your walls. He swore you were going to kill him. “God, you’re all mine, kid, all fucking mine. He finished thrusting and pushed himself all the way into the hilt, assuring his seed took before pulling out and falling beside you.

You sat staring at the ceiling, looking for something to ground yourself with as your body shook. Eyes coming to focus on the iron chandelier you felt tears well up in your eyes and pour down your cheeks. Suddenly everything was too much and not enough, you needed more of him, you needed him to tell you everything was okay, to tell you he wasn’t going to leave his multi-million dollar cabin after fucking you ti’ll you were braindead, your mind scrambled to find some logical thought, grasping at the scariest one it could find until you could feel the anxiety rotting in your stomach.

Toji heard you sniffle and turned over to see you covering your face with your hands, chest heaving as tears ran down your cheeks. “Baby, baby, baby, what’s wrong?” he moved to pull you into his arms, spooning you and grounding you with his weight. “Are you hurt, honey, what’s going on?” he kissed the back of your head. Hsi touch made you cry harder, “c’mon, kid, talk to me.” he pleaded and brought his hand over your body to cup your face.

“Please -” you choked, turning over to meet his eyes, “Please don’t leave me, don’t - I can’t, I wan’t-” you were panicking, unable to get the words out as word vomit spilled form your swollen lips aimlessly.

Toji tried to make sense of your rambling, ‘shushing’ you and pulling you against his chest. “M’ not leaving a sweet thing.” he kissed the top of your head. “Remember how I told you I didn’t want you hanging around those boys? Is that what this is about?” he pulled your head back from his chest to look at you, stroking your cheek gently.

You thought for a moment and considered that those scary stories Toji told you about the mean boys and their inability to be mature probably put you on edge. “Maybe” you sniffled.

Toji chuckled lightly, “Baby, I’m not gonna leave you.” he tucked you back against his chest before rolling over and letting you lay against him. “Shh, sweetie, relax.” he cooed as he felt your back heave with heavy sniffles.

Trying to slow your breathing you snuggled against his body, relaxing to the touch of him running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. You turned to him as you felt your eyes get heavy, “Toji?” you sniffled.

“Yeah, kid?” he asked, eyes closed yet his hand continued to run up and down your skin.

“Thankyou.” you said softly.

Toji peaked one eye open, “C’mere.” he brought his arm up to make room for you, letting you lay down next to him before wrapping you in his hold under the heavy fur blanket. “You’re a good kid y/n.” he kissed your forehead.

You hummed to yourself, relaxing into his hold and falling asleep to the sound of his heart.

The next morning Toji sent you to shower, letting you have your own privacy as you scrubbed the blood from between your thighs and watched the clear water that ran over the pearly white tiles turn a pink hue.

Once you were finished and dressed yourself in a pair of pj’s, you made your way downstairs, lured into the kitchen by the smell of bacon and syrup much like the morning before. Toji was sitting at the bar with a coffee cup in his hand and his phone in the other.

Noticing you enter the room he motioned for you to come over to him, letting you stand between his legs as he sat on the stool. “How’d you sleep, baby?” you stroked your head gently.

“Mm, good.” you yawned and rubbed your eyes to which Toji pulled your hand away from your face again.

“How many times I gotta tell you to stop doing’ that shit with your eyes?” You smiled sheepishly before wrapping your arms around him in a hug to which he returned, resting his chin atop your head.

“Forever.” you joked and Toji laughed, you smiled as you felt it vibrate through his body.

“Breakfast is ready.” Tsumiki said through a smile and placed two plates down at the bar, one for you and one for Toji before going back to make her own plate.

“C’mere, sweet thing.” Toji spread his legs and helped you up into his lap. Letting you rest against his chest as he brought your plate over next to his and began to feed you. It was a simple thing, the act of feeding someone you love, but it was a small act of domesticity that warms your heart. It made you and Toji’s relationship seem years old, as he kissed your temple and took a bite of his own food you smiled to yourself.

“What are you thinking about?” Toji teased and flicked your forehead.

“You.” you answered honestly, snuggling into him.

Toji smiled and placed a hand on your head before bringing another fork of food to your mouth, “Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about you too.”

Toji fed you another bite as Megumi made his way into the kitchen. You waved to him and smiled with a mouthful of food, Megumi chuckled at you, his shoulders bouncing.

He made his own plate and went to sit down with Tsumiki. The four of you ate in silence, save for snide comments made here and there by Toji or soft pet names he would whisper to you as you took another bite.

"Are we gonna go to the gondola today?" He pulled the string off his hoodie mindlessly and he munched on a piece of bacon.

Toji looked back at his son before turning to you and stroking the back of your head softly, "How's that sound, baby?"

You nodded your head and brought a hand up to cover your mouth, "sounds fun to me, I wanna see the mountains and play in the snow."

Toji smiled at your excitement and kissed your temple. The rest of the breakfast was filled with far more normalcy rather than tension, son and father making jokes while Tsumiki and you spoke about silly little things.

"You ready to go, kid?" Toji yelled from the bottom of the steps. He wore a black jacket made of PU leather and cotton fabric, snow pants, a pair of leather snow boots.

Bouncing down the steps in your moon boots you squealed happily, "Yes, I'm so excited!"

Toji chuckled and ruffled your hair once you made it to the bottom of the steps, "Careful, baby." He scolded lightly and you shook your head, removing his large hand from your hair.

"I wanna go!" You said gleefully and ran to the door and out into the icy air, Toji following behind, his bag in one hand and truck keys in the other.

You crouched down in the small amount of piled snow that had built up over night, grabbing a stick and poking at it happily as Toji started the F150 and placed his bags in the back.

Suddenly two hand grabbed your waist making you squeal and thrash around, "Toji!'' You giggled and he laughed, kissing your neck playfully. Toji carried you to the passanger seat of the truck and placed you in the seat, helping strap you in and then kissing your nose.

Toji made his way to the driver's seat and sat down, heated up the seats and started the engine before typing in the directions to the gondola. "You ready to go see some mountains, sweet cheeks?" He laid his hand out across the compartment signaling he wanted you to take his hand.

Placing your hand in his, you looped your fingers together and leaned forward to kiss him on his lips. "Yes!" You chirped and grabbed his phone to turn on some music.

Toji smiled at your music choice and rubbed the faux fur of your glove gently as he drove down the trail. He was happy.

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #fushiguro

[coldmilkcreamery]

Luminescent Moonlight

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: nct dream x male reader 🥀🌹

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1862

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: y/n sneaks out of the dorms every friday night. the dreamies notice and follow him only to find out that…

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: degradation; swearing

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: uhh... idk how to feel about this? at first i was proud of it but now reading it i'm like... meh but enjoy ig ^^ this marks the last day of our launch week, which means we won't be posting daily anymore :(( we have 2 requests and we're working on them, if you have any feel free to drop it at the ask box !! good night <33

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

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Both hands on the clock point at 12 again, signaling Y/N’s departure from the NCT dorms. As their newest and youngest member, Y/N was thought of as the sweetest, purest, and on top of all, most respectable member of NCT. He graduated Neo High with honors, was friendly on campus and auditioned for SM only once, unlike the sea of trainees who had to audition for more than three times. Because of this, he was viewed as this innocent prince once SM told the boys that he would be joining NCT. But, just like any cliché scenario, none of them knew of what Y/N did in the dead of night, when the moonlight shone on the city and no one knew him, not even by his silhouette.

✦ 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 ✦

“Has anyone noticed Y/N during the weekends recently? He usually isn't sleeping on his bed when he’s supposed to be.” Shotaro asks, genuinely worried about him.

“He probably just goes to the comfort room and stays in there for the whole night or something, no biggie.” Jeno says sarcastically, shoving a mouthful of popcorn into his mouth as he blabs his mouth.

“Hm,” Jisung mumbles, skeptical of Y/N’s actions, “there is definitely something up with him.” Jisung wasn’t one to get jealous often but with the addition of Y/N into NCT, the beloved, innocent, has-never-committed-a-sin Y/N, the attention wasn’t on him anymore. He was a tad bit jealous, but he would never admit that out loud.

“So what do you wanna do about it then?” Jeno replies, still staring straight at the television playing Titanic, “Confront him about it? It’s not like he’s gonna budge. What are you gonna do then, force him to tell you? Huh?”

“Quit being an asshole Jen.” Jaemin slaps Jeno sitting beside him, a frown on his face.

“How about we just, you know, pretend to sleep and wait till he gets up and leaves, then follow him?” Sungchan suggests, equally as worried as Shotaro. Both the former and the latter know how hard it is to be new members of a group that has already debuted. So, they felt the need to let Y/N know that he didn’t have to keep leaving the dorms, for an escape or whatever.

“Then it’s decided,” Jeno speaks up, finally peeling his eyes off the television, “tonight, we find out what the fuck Y/N has been doing for the past 6 weeks.”

✦ 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 ✦

Y/N rises up from his bed, making extra effort not to make a noise. He grabs the hickory duffle bag from under his bed and unzips it to check if he’s had everything for his night out ready. He zips it back just seconds after and drapes it over his shoulder, getting ready to leave. He pulls his hoodie up and ties his black converses before opening the wooden door and leaving the Dream Dorms, oblivious to the boys’ plans.

Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Shotaro and Jisung are led from the warmth of their dorms into the cold autumn night as they follow the figure wearing a black hoodie in front of them. The 8 boys walk for what seems like hours, crossing street to street, going through alley to alley, main road to main road as they do nothing but stay in silence and tail the (H/C) boy in front of them. They don’t know how many neon signs they’ve passed by now, only noticing how red ones become more and more evident as they venture deeper into the city.

“I think we’re in the red light district.” Haechan blurts, being met with shushes from the 7 other boys he was with. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Y/N of course, who pauses and turns around, only to look at a dark, empty street behind him. Y/N furrows his brows, confused, as he resumes his amble towards his destination.

Hiding behind garbage bins, the 8 boys sit in disgust as they hide from Y/N, scared of being caught halfway through their stalking session. Haechan peeks his head out and speaks up once again, but this time quietly, “The coast is clear.” All 8 stand up synchronized, noses scrunched as they glare at Haechan.

“No shit sherlock,” Chenle whisper-shouts, hues of scarlet and crimson decorating his face, “it’s red everywhere! Of course we’re in the red light district!”

The others giggle as they stare at Chenle.

“No, you dumbass,” Haechan replies calmly, “a red light district is like a place full of clubs and.. you know…” He trails off as the other seven’s brows furrow.

“Let’s not jump into conclusions,” Sungchan cuts him off, remaining positive, “let’s just keep following him.”

They sneak behind Y/N once again, trying their best not to get caught. It was only a minute or two before they saw Y/N turn a corner. The 8 slowly creeped up on the opening of the alley, just in time to see Y/N enter a building with an indigo sign, which stood out in the sea of bright, neon red signs.

“You don’t think… he’s a…” Jaemin spoke up as all of them shared a glance. The eight of them stood in silence, too scared to speak up, under the illusion that Y/N may be a male stripper. That wouldn’t be a problem but he was… 17.

“Only one way to find out.”

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The deafening music boomed from the speakers, resonating into the indigo aesthetic of the club. Contrary to the word, this side of the club was the opposite of aesthetic: sweaty bodies stuck together, giving the 8 boys an unsettling feeling. They had almost started contemplating on leaving the said club, but not before Jaemin spots a quiet section, free of the sweaty bodies grinding against each other. It wasn’t free of people, per se, as there were a few people making out here and there, but it definitely wasn’t as congested as the indigo dance floor they had previously stood on. They saw vacant seats at the bar and, just like anyone who had been walking and hiding for 30 minutes, took a seat. All 8 of them had their backs turned away from the bar as a familiar voice spoke up.

“What can I get for you?” Y/N asks, a smile forced on his face. Y/N’s blue velvet suit shimmers under the spinning disco ball, exhibiting various accents of blue. Azure, cobalt and lapis and sapphire compliment Y/N’s face as he looks down, glass in one hand and towel on the other, wiping. He’s wearing nothing but a blue velvet blazer as a top, chest out as if he was as the beach. The boys turn around, mouths agape and unable to speak. They lock eyes with Y/N when the latter looks up due to the long, uncomfortable silence, eyes wide open, his body frozen in shock.

Attempting to cover his exposed chest, Y/N drops the glass and immediately places his hands flat on his chest, the feeling of fear, embarrassment and surprise devouring him.

“Y/N what the fuck?” Jeno blows up, completely losing his self control, “What the fuck are you doing in this… this.. strip club? You’re sev-”

Y/N unsticks his palms from his chest and re-sticks it onto Jeno’s mouth, shushing the older. “Shhh. let’s…” he pans his eyes from left to right, staring into his hyung’s disappointed faces, “let’s talk outside. Wait for me.”

The boys head towards the exit as they pass by the cramped dance floor once again, the silver disco ball spinning endlessly above them. They exit the club, the chilly breeze of the autumn night slapping them on the face once again as they step out. They wait in silence, leaning on the wall, occasionally staring at the indigo sign above them. Just as Chenle was about to break the silence, the cushioned doors of the club open slowly, revealing a boy in a more decent outfit. Y/N steps out, head burning holes into the stone floor. As soon as the doors of the club seal shut, all 8 of them went into chaos.

“What the fuck?”

“Is this what you’ve been doing for the past 6 weeks?”

“What are you doing with your life?”

“I can’t believe you’re actually a fucking stripper. What made SM recruit a stripper?”

He let himself get scolded but got caught off guard when Jisung uttered those words. “Wait, stripper?” Y/N looks up from the now-molten floor, eyebrows furrowed, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, “I— how could you even call me that?”

“Don’t act like you didn't have your chest on display before we got there.” Jisung replies, disgust written on his face, “Is this really what you've been doing for the past month and a half? Whoring yourself out? I guess you love people’s attention on your body don’t you?”

The gates of the dam that had held his tears finally gave out, spilling endlessly as Y/N tried to find his words, “I— that’s just the uniform for us bartenders… I work in a club so… we’re required to—”

“Exactly Y/N!” Jaemin shouts, “You’re 17 for fucks sake, why the fuck are you working at a bar? You’re a fucking idol! You're going to be publicly announced as a new member next month! What if people start recognizing you, huh? Then what?”

“I-I’m sorry hyungs. I—” tears gushed from Y/N’s orbs, coating his face, “I just did this for money.” Disgusted looks turned to looks of confusion as the 8 boys stared at Y/N, puzzled.

“M-my mom is in the hospital, she’s dealing with stage iii breast cancer and,” Y/N says, shaking, unable to complete a sentence without stopping, “and my family couldn’t afford the hospital bills, and the company wasn’t paying me yet– and I– I couldn’t wait any longer so when I saw a poster one day, looking for a bartender, I applied and lied about my age. Hyungs I’m really sorry, I- I didn’t do it because- because I liked putting my body on display. To be honest I was really uncomfortable but– but I would do anything for my mom and—”

Y/N pauses as he feels a warmth envelope him, curing his heart’s hypothermia. “We’re sorry. You know we can always lend you a hand, right?” Jaemin says, regretting his thoughts. Renjun adds to the two boys hugging, then Shotaro, then Chenle, and soon enough, all 9 of them are one; all hugging it out in a giant fluff ball, in the aged alleyway under the moonlight.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung states, voice softer as ever, “for calling you that. And, I know your mom is strong, she’ll get through this.”

Y/N felt warmer, and suddenly, under the moonlight, all his worries and doubts vanished. Nothing was more calming than a hug from the 8 boys he loved the most. They stayed like that for as long as Y/N needed, the moonlight’s luminescence lingering in the air.

End.

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 01.11.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 01.12.21

#nct dream x male reader #nct dream male reader #nct x male reader #nct male reader #renjun x male reader #jeno x male reader #haechan x male reader #jaemin x male reader #chenle x male reader #sungchan x male reader #shotaro x male reader #jisung x male reader #nct angst #nct dream angst #kpop male reader #kpop x male reader #sorry for all the tags our recent posts have been flopping :(( #nct x reader

[xsugarysweetsx]

May I request a Levi x reader where she’s pregnant and he’s very protective and while she’s out to buy some supplies with him, he leaves for a second and she gets hurt Cus someone was being reckless and Levi goes aywiire when he comes back and sees her

A/N; protective Levi with Pregnant reader? *chefs kiss* if you don’t mind I set this in modern au

Warnings; cursing (its pissed off Levi)

Please enjoy~🍰

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Levi’s car pulls into a parking space in the front so you wouldn’t have to walk so much. You were currently 6 months pregnant with your first child and you couldn’t be happier. You round bump poking out from your seat belt within the warm car. It was the middle of Autumn and the cold had come soon than expected. 

“You can wait for me here ya know“ he offered grabbing his phone and wallet

“Levi, I’m always at home no thanks to you. I love coming out with you“ you insist unbuckling yourself and grabbing your own things.

Ever since you found out about your pregnancy, Levi became your at home doctor. Not only was he ecstatic to be a father but he only wanted the best of the best for his family. That included, you staying at home where you were safe, but you refused.

Today you came to start getting some things for the nursery, clothes, baths and such. You hold you coat around your belly to stay warm and the other hand was held in Levi’s as you enter the store. 

Your first go to was the crib section. You really wanted a white one just so it could go with whatever you put into the room. Walking hand in hand you point out some chairs and clothes and a few trinkets that were too cute not to have. Oh, and you guys are expecting a little boy!

“Excuse me, where are your cribs?“ Levi stopped to ask a worker. The girl with a short blonde bob turned and looked Levi up and down. She hadn’t started talking yet and she was already getting on your nerves. She obviously got her boobs done and her lips injected. 

Her face was nothing but layers of make up and false eyelashes and a fake smile. First off, yours were better and natural, second you could care less, Levi loved you and no one else. You leaned more into Levi as she spoke 

“You go down this aisle and make a right, I can show you some deals if you lik-“

“We can find it, thank you“ you smile back making sure to give her sneer before walking off. You were satisfied when you heard her scoff as you walk away. 

“Well someone’s snappy“ he smirked walking over to the cribs 

“Oh please, she was begging for you to pay attention to her“ you roll your eyes 

“Stop whining,“ he brings your hand up and kisses the ring that symbolized your marriage and commitment “You’re carrying my baby after all.“ he pecked your cheek and let go of your hand 

“Just let me know if you see something you like alright?“ you nod and off you both went.

You saw some brown ones, pink ones and even yellow ones. You saw some cute mobiles, maybe you’d get one with stars on them. Walking around you pass by a section with bedside bassinets and it clicked that you needed one. You did want to go back and forth from the nursery the first week or two so you wanted one. 

A lot of them were overpriced and too over dramatic. You needed something simple and sturdy for your baby. Then you saw one at the end of the aisle that was just the right price and the right size. That moment was shortly lived because now you were looking at the ceiling. You felt a throbbing pain in your head, a pain in your hip and a cramp forming on your lower abdomen. 

You try and move but only get to your side and see the floor was slick and wreaked of cleaning products. You felt as if the air had been knocked from your lungs but you were more concerned for your baby. 

“L-levi...“ you called weakly for help. You felt as if all gravity weighed down on you. From the corner of your eye you could see a blonde streak run by. That sneaky little-

“Y/N! Oh god Y/N!“ it was Levi. His footsteps got closer as he falls to the floor and helps you up. You groan standing to your feet holding your side with a grimace. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?“

“I...ah my side hurts“ you groan. Levi instantly picks you up off your feet and starts walking to the door. 

“Oh my is she alright do you need an ambulance sir?“ one worker offered 

“No, but you do need to have a chat with your employee over there“ he motioned to the blonde “First off, she’s rude and clearly flirted with me in front of my wife and because of sloppy ass job mopping and not putting up a sign my wife just got hurt“

Without saying anything else he walks back to the car and places you into the car seat. He pulls out and drives to the hospital. One hand was on the wheel and the other held your hand occasionally rubbing your belly. He’ll go back alter and get the stuff you wanted and make sure to chew up the manager there.

At the hospital the doctor said both of you were fine. The pain was mostly from the impact and the cramp was most likely from the tense situation. He only advised for you to be more careful when you’re out and about. For Levi that meant no more going out, especially going out. The only time he cleaned was when you were sleeping.

As for the worker, she got an earful along the lines of,

“Flirting was just one way of getting on my nerves but you seriously pissed me off with your sloppy mopping and basically threatening my wife and son. Just so you know, those things look like balloons stuffed in your shirt and I don’t know why you think I’d pay attention to you.“

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“Levi you need to go to work and I have n appointment“

“I don’t care, what if your clumsy ass falls off the bed while they’re checking on the baby?“

“How would I fall?“

“...somehow, someway.“

Ah yes, the life of a pregnant woman with a protective husband was a difficult one but, you were always safe and so was your baby.

Oh and Levi has banned you from mopping.

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I hope this was okay ❤️

#levi xreader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on Titan #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction #aot x reader #snk x reader

[soranihimawari]

Photo booth Shenanigans

A drabble based on this ask.

With the volleyball season for Seijoh ultimately cut short, the late autumnal break was around the corner. Classmates were seated next to their friends during lunch asking about what everyone had planned. You were on the second floor with the rest of your class, happily munching on your bento.

“So, any plans then?” Your desk mate asked.

You curled a fist underneath your chin to rest your head there on your desk. The bento was closed and being prepared to be put away. Sighing, your ears picked up the shouts of the boys in the soccer fields playing. You saw a flash of blonde leading the charge against the rest of the boy’s soccer team. A few of the other members of the boy’s volleyball club got roped into a cheeky mini-game before the last classes were set to begin.

“Maybe going to the theme park by the pier,” you said. Noticing the near miss of the goal your significant other had kicked, you smirk when he stops a few meters shy of your window to wave at you. You nod your head toward him, a small smile and was he slightly blushing? Maybe, but that would be your little secret.

“Going with Kyo-Kuhn, huh?” Your classmate pressed on.

A hum escapes your lips. “I’d hope so. I am dating him after all, haha.”

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A few days later, your hand is intertwined with your boyfriend’s as you drag him to the nearest photo booth. The day at the theme park was filled with a lot of fun: a few thrill rides, many snacks, and several carnival-sec games filled the afternoon.

“Why we gotta take a photo?” Kyotani asks. He was wearing a slight pout after he was dragged into it with you. The cramped space proved to be little more intimate than both of you had thought.

“Because I want to capture this memory with yo, and before you even object, no, I don’t want us to use our phones,” your voice was stern.

Kyotani presses you a little more forward and he stands behind you, his hands wind their way around your waist. They were warm against the mid-riff you were wearing along with the capris you paired them with. The black and cream colored baseball tee is soft against your back when you lean back after slipping the yen note in the machine. The screen starts to count down after giving you both a verbal and visual how-to for every photo to be taken. Kyotani presses next for you, so the first one is a relaxed pose as you both were caught off guard by the flash. The second one has him resting his head against your neck with a calm demeanor, eyes closed because honestly, without you he might have still be an angry little brat since joining the team. You suggest a silly-faced one, so you have a cross-eyed look and Kyotani has his puffed his cheeks (making him look like a cute puffer fish).

“How about you smile for the last one, huh?” You poke his cheek and he blows raspberries. He pouts a bit and he mumbles a soft ‘no.’ You make a hand motion for him to bend down toward you. You hear the video voice over count down from three. Before he could even blink, Kyotani feels something soft press against the right side of his cheek. He lets out a small gasp in surprise when the flash goes off and the printer of the booth spits out the film. Your lips stay there on his cheek for a little while longer before you remove them from his face. Your eyes notice the small curve of your usually rough boyfriend’s lips paired with a strawberry ice blush color the high points of his cheek.

“You looked cute,” you mention, picking up the strip and glancing over the photos together. The first one is your self-proclaimed favorite one because of the way the both of you seemed like you were “caught making out” in the booth with the way your eyes were wide with surprise. Koytani’s mouth is slightly ajar in shock, but you said he was cute regardless and now he’s still on cloud nine. You hand over the strip to him and before you two step out to enjoy the sunset at the pier, you find your lips being pressed against his unceremoniously softer than before. You understand the rough exterior is a side you find unique about your boyfriend, but in the moments like this, you are reminded of how gentle he can be. His hand cups your cheeks, caressing the smooth flesh with his callloused finger pads, making you chortle when he pulls away.

“Kenta? What was that for?” Your voice was no higher than a whisper.

“You looked cute,” his voice tickles your ear. His nose teases your neck before you feel your own blush decorate the tips of your ears. “C’mon, let’s go home bunny.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname a mischievous glare in in your eyes. Oh he knew how to rile you up, grateful you’d have the next few days off. You allow him to lead you out of the photo booth and walk you back to his place.

Several hours later, when Kyotani is leaving brushing marks on your collar bones, you finally did get to feel his smile before you see it in real time.

#soft sora hours #hq Kyotani #sora scribbles #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader

[sergeant-spoons]

16. Socket

Leslie Sheppard

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The days seemed so much shorter now that Summer had thoroughly given way to Autumn. September had passed in a blur of cogs and oil and wires, and soon October of 1942 would too become a memory. Leslie sat cross-legged upon her bunk, Kiko reclining on her own bed just a few feet away. The girls' dorm was cramped but quiet, and they were taking their rare evening off to relax in peace. Leslie was writing a long letter home, three sheets of paper already used up by her less-than-compact scripture. Kiko was playing solitaire with a deck of cards Alton More had lent Don, and Don had lent Leslie, and Leslie had lent Kiko.

Raucous footsteps on the stairs alerted the duo to some new arrival. Neither paid much mind, assuming it was one of the men, who would continue down into the basement to their lodgings. At first, they'd complained, but once they saw how tiny a space the girls shared, they changed their tune entirely and preened over how large and spacious their lodgings were. However, once Mama Eades told them she'd lock them in there if they didn't stop lording their preferential treatment over the girls, they- more or less -shut up. Not that the ladies minded, they'd even taken to calling the boys' room 'the concrete chamber' for how barren and dry it always was down there. At least up here, though they might be cramped, they had two windows and the best of company.

The door banged open with no warning and Kiko's cards went flying. Leslie was about to mumble a curse at the streak of ink now splotched jaggedly down the page on her lap, but the visual in the doorway gave her pause. There was Tink, her chest heaving, her eyes wide, her hair wild. The grin on her face was almost manic, and she cradled the circlet of puff in her hands against her chest as if it were a child.

"Look who I found in the corner of the shower, licking up the water from the drain!"

Though Kiko rose slowly, Leslie wasted no time in leaping up and rushing forward. Two little ears perked up, followed by a button nose and wide eyes the color of the olives Leslie used to pick off her sandwiches as a child. She gasped and the little creature buried its head in the void of its ebony fur once more. Tink, gasping, eagerly handed the kitten to Leslie, who gently cupped it to her chest until the steady beating of her heart soothed the sweetheart's shaking.

"From the drain, you said?" Kiko shook her head. "Oh ʻaʻole." She quickly retrieved her canteen from the nightstand and poured as much as wouldn't overflow into its cap. Carefully bringing the little beverage over to their new friend, she frowned, focusing on not spilling a single drop.

"She's so small," Tink cried, brushing tears from her eyes. "Oh my god, she's so little."

Leslie stroked the kitten's head. "She sure is."

It took a few tries, but they got the wee one to drink from Kiko's canteen cap. Once she got started, she was eager to lap up every drop, and the provider ended up making several runs for more water before the kitten was satisfied. She fit into Leslie's cupped hands, she was so minute, and she didn't seem to mind when they brought her down to the floor and sat in a close triangle around her. She stretched and yawned and wrinkled up her little face until Leslie had to wordlessly pass Tink her handkerchief to assist with the tears trickling persistently from her friend's eyes.

"We're keeping her."

"Oh, absolutely."

"No question."

The women glanced between each other and laughed softly. 

"She's too precious to give up." 

"It's a rough world out there for someone as small as her."

"We oughta protect her."

"And we will!" Tink raised a declarative finger, pointed toward the ceiling. "But first, we gotta figure out what to name her."

"Her fur's all matted," Kiko noticed, concern having taken hold of her expression from the moment she set eyes on the kitten and not yet letting go. "We should give her a bath."

"Sure thing!" Leslie hopped up, watching the rescuer of their newest roommate sprawl out on the floor, draping her arm over her forehead as if she were overcome with the grandest emotion she'd ever experienced. "You good, Tink?"

"Too cute. Cuteness overload. Gotta think of names other than Sugarpie."

Kiko smiled calmly, dampening a washcloth with her canteen. "She's just fine."

The operable duo set to work, washing the kitten free of the grime she'd picked up from wandering the base for however long she'd been out here. They managed to draw from Tink's prone dramatics explanations and assumptions towards the kitten's past, present, and future. No, there was no mother cat to be found all over the base, and no siblings, either. Yes, she'd snuck the kitten in past the guys who always hung out at the door to the mechanics' barracks under her shirt, perched in her cleavage. Yes, she was surprised that had worked as well as it did. No, they weren't technically allowed to keep any pets...

"But who's gonna stop us?" Tink sat upright, her eyes bright and clear, whatever fit she'd fallen into passed. "None of the boys would dare to lay a finger on her. If they even tried, I'd knock 'em so hard on their asses they'd see the stars. All thirty-something of 'em, that's right."

"Not Mama E, either," Leslie assumed over Kiko's soft cooing at the kitten. "She's way too busy to notice, and even if she did, she wouldn't mind all that much. 'Sides, she likes us."

"She likes Kiko," Tink corrected, winking at their friend who was paying no attention whatsoever, entirely focused on the kitten as she began to purr under the gentle washcloth. "Any pitch her star student makes is one she's more than likely to accept."

Noticing the silence, Kiko looked up. Seeing the way her friends now watched her, pleading pouts presented by both, she sat back, leaving the kitten to her drowsy own devices.

"What?"

"So, Kiko," Leslie began, drawing out the words, "there's a little something we need your help with."

Kiko bit her lower lip, turning her gaze to her lap as she shook her head. "Surprise, surprise."

"But hey! It helps us all. Doesn't it, Tink?"

"It sure does!"

"Well," Kiko decided after a long beat, "if it has anything to do with- wait, where'd she go?"

The girls each gave a separate start to realize the kitten was no longer amongst them. Leslie whirled about, coming up onto her knees, as Kiko fully stood and Tink flopped down on her stomach. They each tried to call a name, but all they could come up with was 'kitten' and 'kitty' and 'puss'. Leslie finally spotted the little thing beside the nightstand that stood between her and Kiko's beds. She rushed on over and scooped up the little one before her cute little outstretched tongue could meet the electrical socket she was so invested in licking. She meowed in protest, a high-pitched yelp, and Leslie was so endeared she almost put her back down to do as she pleased.

"Silly cat," Tink groaned, the relief on her face shared equally by her friends. "She needs her mama still, doesn't she? I wonder how she ended up here."

The girls all pondered it for a minute. The kitten pawed at Leslie's shirt, leaving little puncture marks as small as needlepoint, and she allowed the dark floofball that she was to clamber up onto her shoulder. Tucking herself into the space between Leslie's collar and neck, she settled in, her breathing tickling her host enough to make her bite her lip to keep from giggling.

"Be careful near the socket next time," she whispered, smiling at the mirror hung crookedly upon the closet door, unwilling to turn her head and disturb the kitten's rest after what surely had been a long day for her.

"Bingo bango!" Tink pretended to twirl a pistol and shoot an imaginary target on the mirror. "That's her name."

Kiko frowned, confused, as she stared at the cord trailing out from behind the nightstand. "Lamp?"

"Wire?"

"Um, bedpost?"

"No, no, Socket!" Tink grinned. "We use 'em all the time, in the garage, and I think it's a good reminder, too, to keep an eye on her at all times."

"Yeah, Socket." Leslie rolled the name around in her mouth, her smile growing to match her friend's. "I like it."

They looked to Kiko, who was already shaking her head fondly. "I'm all for it... But that doesn't mean I'm gonna be the one asking Mama E if we can keep her."

Tink flopped onto Leslie's mattress, clasping her hands in a prayer formation. "Oh, please, Kelani?" She batted her lashes. "It would mean the world to me if you'd do this itty-bitty favor. Just this once, darling, dearest, dollface-"

"Alright, alright!" Kiko threw her hands up, no longer bothering to feign friendly exasperation. "I'll do it, but I'll do it tomorrow. For now, I think I'll take a cue from little Socket there and get some sleep." She yawned. "It sure has been an exciting evening."

Leslie echoed her sentiment, returning slowly to her mattress and shooing Tink off of it. She gathered up her papers, careful not to move her left arm too much, and placed them in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. That one was hers, the middle belonged to Kiko's, and the top was stuffed to the brim with Tink's personal accouterments. She kissed the top of the pages and made a mental promise to her family to finish the letter soon. Tink helped Kiko gather up her cards and nodded sagely when the employer of the deck mumbled to herself that she ought to return them to their proper owner sooner than later. 

Leslie, ever-so-gently, lifted Socket off her shoulder and laid her in her lap. Her petite black chest rose and fell, and Leslie watched her, wondering where she should go. Kiko appeared with the solution of her extra pillow hardly an instant later, forgoing her nightly comfort for the safety of a little life. They arranged the cushion atop the nightstand, careful to cover the wire of the lamp with the pillow so Socket couldn't get at it the following morning (assuming she woke before her caregivers, that is). After a bit more adjusting and resituating of other belongings, they retired to their separate beds, satisfied to determine the kitten could easily access both Leslie and Kiko's beds if she felt the need to rouse either one of them at any point in the night.

"Lights out, ladies," Tink's voice bade her roommates from her bed up against the window, her face shrouded in the silhouette of the window. Kiko turned out the lamp, Tink drew the curtains, and Leslie curled up, listening to the almost inaudible breathing of their new furry charge.

"G'night, girls."

Kiko's sheets ruffled as she made herself comfortable. "Hiamoe maikaʻi."

Leslie let her eyes close, a smile creeping onto her lips that she doubted would disappear even in sleep. She opened her mouth to complete the familiar evening rites and let out a peaceful sigh.

"Nighty-night."

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*Please feel free to correct me on any translations of Hawaiian or any other languages in this fic or any other. I am by no means fluent in any of these languages and rely on online sources for translations (which aren’t always the most accurate). I hope you’re enjoying this story and our new little friend, Socket! 💕

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love you to the moon and to saturn

This started out as a kid!fic because of @thedeathdeelers talking about a juke baby in this post. It did not end up there. It’s much more of a character study I think. In fact this is roughly 2k and 1.5k happen before Julie ever gets pregnant. Idk what to tell you. 

I might try this again sometime and actually write something about the kid, for tonight though, this is all I have. 

That electricity he felt the first time he played the guitar is back, but stronger than ever. He can feel it pulsing under his skin when he looks at Julie. She turns to smile at him and he feels like floating. He just might have been wrong about what being in love feels like.

or: the three times Luke fell in love. 

Luke finds the love of his life at age 11. His parents buy him a guitar for music classes in school and there’s no looking back. He learns the chords the instructor teaches him with the kind of determination and focus that his parents have never seen on him. The boy that can never focus on anything for more than ten minutes suddenly spends hours sitting in a corner and trying again, and again, and again until he can place his fingers exactly the way he should, switching between the chords faster and faster.

The day he finally plays the first melody is burned into his memory for the rest of his life. The feeling of pure joy cursing through his veins is something unlike anything he ever experienced. There’s always the feeling of electricity under his skin, but with his hands on the guitar, it rushes into his heart and makes him feel alive in a way nothing has ever done before. 

He goes home that day, his fingers bleeding from the strings, and tells his mother he found the love of his life. Emily yells at him until her voice gives out. It’s their first fight of many. 

He dies only six short years later and in his final moments he’s glad to have found love, even with how short his life was, because how could something ever surpass the feeling he got when he had his guitar and a song? 

His stomach is cramping, tears are rolling down his cheeks and he is happy he’d gotten to experience the thrill of being on stage, the feeling of people singing his lyrics back to him. How could something have ever made him feel more?

He gets a second shot at life, or at least something close to it, when they tumble from the black room into their studio. Technically the studio is the same, the changes are slight, but noticeable. The plants all over the space, the chairs on the ceiling, their instruments missing and the cute girl register in his mind, but he doesn’t really care. He is back here by some magic and he is going to use his chance. When Julie tells them that it hasn’t been an hour but 25 years, he does falter for a moment. Why would the universe not only give them a second chance, but why 25 years later? 

Not soon after he finds out they can still play and people can hear it and all the questions go out the window. What does it matter why he is here? What does it matter if he isn’t actually alive, when he can still do the thing he loves most?

The next morning he hears Julie sing and something in the back of his mind tells him that he was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t actually in love with music. Julie sings and his heart that has been silent ever since the black room, throbs once in his chest.

In the following days they spend an intimate moment in the kitchen, sing together on stage and write songs together and that little voice in the back of his mind gets louder and louder. It gets to the point where he can barely ignore it anymore. 

She tells them how important the school dance is and Luke in all his rage and thirst for revenge ruins it. They go  to Caleb’s club and miss her dance. He looks at Julie’s disappointed face when they finally make it to the school and the pain in his chest comes close to the night he died. He feels like the worst person in the universe.

Somehow, she forgives them. He’s not sure he deserves it. But he is slowly but surely realizing Julie Molina is a better person than him and so of course she forgives him for hurting her. 

It’s when they are at Eats&Beats and they sing about knowing they can make it and closing their eyes when his heart throbs once more. Julie’s voice rings through the room and the words echo in his head. He looks at this girl that he’s only known for a couple days really, and he realizes that that little voice might have a point. 

That electricity he felt the first time he played the guitar is back, but stronger than ever. He can feel it pulsing under his skin when he looks at Julie. She turns to smile at him and he feels like floating. He just might have been wrong about what being in love feels like. 

Even though she has forgiven him, his little stunt with Caleb almost costs him dearly. The jolts keep getting worse and when he finally tells her about what’s happening, she looks at him with wide, sad eyes and it breaks his heart. He swears to himself that we will do everything in his power to make sure she nevers looks at him like that again. 

They try to save themselves by performing at the Orpheum and it’s a n incredible rush to stand there on stage, to do what he never got to do while alive but the second they take their bow, he realizes that it didn’t work. 

Julie finds them later that night, on the ground of the garage where they poofed to because they have nowhere else to go. She begs them to take Caleb up on his offer and on her face is that same look that he never wanted to see again. He pushes up on his feet and walks up to her and tells her that no music is worth making without her. 

And really, while once upon a time he thought music was the love of his life, he now looks at this fiery, beautiful girl and knows, that while he no longer may be technically alive, he is much more in love with her than he ever was with music. 

But then again, it is hard to say where music ends and Julie begins. 

Julie throws herself at him and he doesn’t even think about it as his arms come up and catch her. It’s a couple moments before he notices that they’re touching. She pulls back a little, and it’s like a magnetic force that makes him follow her. If he could, he’d never let her go again.

It’s only later that night, that he realizes his heart is beating again. 

He gets an actual second chance at life because the person he loves more than anything pulled him back from the death. 

She kisses him the next night, on her porch underneath the starlight. It’s still fascinating to him that they can touch, so when she steps closer and takes his hand, his breath catches. She tugs softly on his hand, until he stumbles a step forward, right into her space. There’s only inches between them, and she has to tip her head back a little to look into his eyes. He never realized how much shorter she is.

She looks up at him with those wide brown eyes and smiles. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” She whispers softly and all Luke can do is nod. Julie pushes up on her tiptoes and then their lips are touching. 

It’s not Luke’s first kiss, not by far. But it feels like it’s the first one that matters.

The sky is full of stars, but the brightest one is right here in his arms.

Afterwards everything happens so quickly that even looking back it feels like only moments passed. 

Ray gets them set up with passports and social security numbers so they can go back to school. Andi Park calls again and they end up with a contract and a label. ‘Stand Tall’ gets released as a single and hits no. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100. Half a year later, in the middle of Luke’s senior year they drop their first album. They spend the summer touring. Several more tours and albums follow and by the time they’re hit their early twenties all of them are set for life. 

Julie and him get married one autumn afternoon. The ground is dappled in flickers of light from the sun passing through the colorful leaves. Julie is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. The simple white dress looks ethereal against her skin. Her curls tumble down her shoulders and Luke can’t believe she chose him. 

He stumbles through his vows, cries at Julie’s and slides the ring on her finger with a ridiculous smile on his face. Alex, Reggie, Carlos and Flynn whoop when they kiss at the end of the ceremony. Ray is smiling, his cheeks wet from tears. It’s everything. 

They buy a house a couple weeks later. It’s close to the shore, with a nice backyard for the puppy they adopt. Biscuit is a golden retriever and when she looks up at Luke in the shelter from where she’s hiding underneath a blanket, he knows he’s taking her home with them.

They get two rocking chairs for the porch where they spend their evenings with Luke’s acoustic and their shared songwriting notebook.  

Julie tells him she is pregnant two years later. Luke cries. 

Elena Rose is born in the middle of the night a couple days before christmas. Luke looks at the little bundle on Julie’s chest and forgets to breathe. His heart thumbs in his chest. His wife’s hair is pulled back in a messy bun and she is obviously exhausted. She looks the most beautiful he has ever seen her.

Slowly he steps closer. Elena is sleeping, her little fingers flexing against Julie’s skin. Her face is a little scrunched up and there’s a tiny tuft of dark hair on her head. He looks down at this living being he created and feels like his heart might burst. She is barely a person and still he loves her. He loves her so much it could span eternities and galaxies, life and death.

“She’s gorgeous.” He mutters. 

“I know.” Julie smiles. “Come here.” She pats the bed beside her and Luke is all too willing to slide in next to her. 

“I can’t believe we made her.” He says. 

“You want to take her?” Julie asks.”I’m going to be falling asleep pretty soon.” She doesn’t even wait for his answer, instantly passing over the little body. He doesn’t even get the chance to hesitate before she’s in his arms. Julie drops her head on his shoulder as he settles Elena on his chest. 

His daughter opens her eyes and looks up at him with wide blue eyes. His heart swells in his chest.

They get to take her home two days later and Luke puts her down in her crib. She’s wiggling a little, her hands and feet moving in her sleep. 

He leans against the door frame to his daughters room and watches her sleep, still unable to believe that he brought this life into the world. There’s a melody in his head and he’s itching to write it down, but can’t bring himself to look away from her for even a minute.

Julie steps up next to him, leaning against his side. 

“I never thought I could love anything more than you.” He admits quietly.”But she’s…”

Julie smiles. “I know what you mean.” 

He presses a kiss to his wife’s temple. “Sometimes I can’t believe how I got so lucky. I died in 95 and here I am, 35 years later with more than I could have ever wished for.”

“The universe has been kind to us.” Julie agrees quietly.

And as he stands there, with his wife in his arms and his daughter asleep in her bed, he sends a thank you to whoever might be listening. 

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