#first thing my grandma did when she walked in my house was make a disgusted face at what i’m wearing

[noroi1000]

Lost sparkle in the eyes

paring: slight yandere SatoSugu x reader

Warnings: slight yandere, broken heart, suicide, death, wounds and blood, heavy angst (happy ending? 👀)

@yukiji7w7

words: 8,5k

Summary: They saved you. They were like family to you. You fell in love with them. But you found out they are a couple. You wanted them to hate you. It might have been easier for you to stop loving them. You couldn't live if they hated you. You wanted to make them hate you and then you would kill yourself... Could such a plan ever work?

"Just let me end my suffering..."

You've been given two chances to be happy in life.

But you couldn't take full advantage of any of these opportunities.

It was taken from you in two of the cruelest ways that ever existed.

Death of loved ones when you couldn't do anything, and also afterward, heartbreak...

You were a little girl when your parents were brutally killed by a creature that walked around your house.

Your mother looked that way but tried to ignore it.

Your father didn't see anything.

And you watched the creature sometimes wander around your house. Sometimes it just got bigger and bigger.

Until finally, one day when you came home from school that was nearby, you couldn't see anything in the dark. Your house was dark and cold. A disgusting smell hung in the air.

There was no neighbor next to you.

So when you heard quiet, very irregular breathing, you went in there.

Just to see your mother staring at you with wide eyes full of blood before she lightly extended her hand to you and pointed her finger at the door.

What was that supposed to mean?

You were only a child, moreover, you had never been in such a situation before...

But you knew you were supposed to run when suddenly you couldn't see the face of the woman who gave birth to you nine years ago.

Drops hit the floor and when you looked up you saw something alive there on the ceiling.

It was so dark.

But you were glad your house was dark. That everything in the living room was black, and you didn't see the crimson covering every corner.

You didn't see your father's body lying dismembered in another part of the room. Then you knew what he started your mother's silent signal.

You were supposed to run.

Before the same thing happened to you.

You ran out of the house, avoiding the creature that did all this.

You missed your first chance at happiness then.

You wandered the sidewalks, not remembering any familiar address.

People ignored you.

No one cared about a stray and scared child like you.

All you know is that your mother suddenly disappeared.

You didn't see the blood, but you knew it was swallowed and killed.

You don't know what's up with your father. Perhaps he too suffered the same fate...

Maybe if you didn't see this creature it would be better?

Or maybe then you too would die the same way they did?

You were 9 years old. Your whole life was ahead of you. And no one has ever told you the truth about what it means to die for a human being. When your grandma died, your parents told you that she had left and couldn't come back. You couldn't see what she looked like. Because you were a little kid. You only saw other people in the cemetery bury the urn in your family grave. Will the same thing happen to your parents now? Will they go away and never come back?

Is it the same as when your beloved pet dies and then is no longer around?

Parents are not pets. This is an even greater attachment to man.

But it will feel similar.

It will be so empty and sad...

And probably no one will ever fill this void for you...

You've been walking the sidewalks all night.

You didn't know the phone numbers. You wanted to earn what was right, and you wanted to go to the police station. However, you haven't even seen where it is...

You didn't walk all over town with your parents, and you didn't even have a phone to call. Not to mention money at least for some food or to make a phone call.

You walked all night, enjoying the very warm night and the good weather.

You could sit on a park bench where you always sat with your parents.

The first time they brought you there, you knew your life was going to be happy.

And now...

How could you even think of such a thing?

About the happiness you could have right now...

  "Hello?" You heard the words in front of you.

You were sitting with your head resting on your backpack.

It was already morning. And you already know it. Because the sun's rays warmed your face.

Maybe someone found you?

Or maybe you have hallucinations?

There's one thing you'd like right now.

For someone to take you out of this park just like your parents did. And then you'd know you've been given another chance at happiness.

You opened your eyes to see the dark-haired man crouching in front of you, and the white-haired man standing behind him.

"Is everything OK?" he asked with a slight smile.

She looked at him with tired eyes and slightly parted lips. You didn't say anything. You couldn't.

"What's your name?"

You grabbed your backpack.

You couldn't trust strangers.

It's so early in the morning. The sun had just begun to rise.

"Is she mute?"

You looked at the white haired boy who said that.

They seemed different to you than people.

You felt something strange about them. As if their aura was different than humans.

Similar to your mother's aura, but much more powerful.

"Satoru, shut up." He whispered to the white-haired dark-haired man.

He just shrugged.

"Is there no one around here? Maybe her parents? I don't know if it's normal for a child to ask for directions in our situation. We need to hurry up."

"Satoru, I know. However, it is so early in the morning that you will hardly find anyone here. This is not Tokyo where there are so many people. It's a smaller town."

"Okay Suguru. I just don't understand why we had to leave so early.

"Will you tell us your name?" the man in the bun asked.

They didn't look much older than you...

Mom told you not to talk to strangers...

However, you have no one...

Perhaps with her departure, her rules disappeared as well?

"...(y/n)..." you said softly.

"Hi, (y/n), I'm Suguru and that one is Satoru. Say, are your parents here?" He said with a smile.

You nodded your head to the side.

Your eyes filled with tears just thinking about it.

"Are you lost?" He asked.

You did not answer.

Could you say you're lost?

You don't have a home. The rooms are dilapidated. There is no one there.

You have nothing to help you survive.

Your clothes are a little dirty, your knees are scuffed from falling down a few times.

Your eyes are red from crying. You're tired.

You only had lunch left over when you got home. You ate it last night.

Now... You had nothing but crayons and two books in your backpack, including pencils and other things.

"Your parents must be looking for you. Do you remember the way home?"

You nodded.

You remember, but you don't want to go back there. This is no longer your home.

"I'd like to ask you something else. We'll take you home, but do you know where Mr. (l/n)'s house is?"

"Do you really think we should ask her?" White Hair asked.

"I know where it is..." you murmured with a soft sob.

And then you slowly got up.

He shook your hand as you started to cry.

Well, you must have been terrified...

When he gave you a small smile, you took his hand with your smaller one.

Putting on your backpack, you reached for the other's hand.

You always went out with your parents like this. On one side your father, on the other your mother. And they took you by the hand.

You've never felt better in any other way. You're used to something like this. And that made you feel safe.

But when you noticed that White Hair had his hands in his pockets, you weren't even going to try to reach for it.

You grabbed the dark haired man's hand with both of your hands, small tears still in your eyes.

And then suddenly you heard a sigh.

And you felt another hand grab yours.

You felt that your life could still change, didn't you?

  You took them to (l/n)'s home.

To the house where you used to live.

They thanked you, and offered to go with you to your house.

The white-haired one was supposed to lead you, and the dark-haired one was supposed to enter the house.

As you held the white-haired boy's hand and watched the boy in the bun walk to the main door, you felt like you were about to cry again.

They were good to you.

They showed you that there may still be some light and happiness in your life.

That's why you don't want them going in there.

You don't want them there! You don't want them to go away like your parents too.

Because they made your eyes shine brighter.

So they too can make that sparkle in your eyes disappear as quickly as it appeared.

And you don't want your eyes to be as dull as they were yesterday...

As he waved to you, saying see you later, you pulled your hand out of Satoru's and ran over to Suguru, grabbing his wrist.

But what you said made them freeze.

"Don't go there..." You said in a shaky voice.

"Satoru will walk you home." He said placing his hand on your head. "We'll try to visit you when we're done, okay?"

"This is my home!" You said with tears on your cheeks.

They both widened their eyes.

Geto heard a soft "oh, shit" from his best friend.

They were sent here because last night they received a report of a grade 1 curse living in one of the houses, and the household is in mortal danger.

So you...

God... If you weren't home, what happened there? Even from here they could sense the energy of the curse.

"You can't come in here! I don't want you to go and disappear like my parents!" You screamed cuddling up to his side. "There's something... I don't want anything to happen to you like them! I do not want to be alone!"

Their hearts sank when they heard that. That was awful.

What's more, you've seen curses...

That must have been even more traumatic for you.

Besides, you knew your parents were dead...

"Satoru. Take care of her." The dark haired man said before getting down on one knee in front of you. "I'll be right back, okay?"

After all, it was probably impossible for them to just leave you with the police or relatives.

Seeing curse and death is the most horrible thing...

And you see curses, so it'll be a terrible blow to you the next time you see it.

Such terrible things happen to you.

No wonder they found you outside alone.

"N-No!" Before you could grab his pants, he walked away from you and flashed a small smile before walking inside your house.

You only felt that awful feeling when the door was opened. A terrible cold that already hurt you.

You hugged the other boy who had no idea what he could do to comfort you.

He didn't know about children.

"He'll be fine." He said calmly and hesitantly stroked your hair.

You vaguely remember that time in your childhood when you suddenly appeared in them at some school.

All you remember is that the principal of the school called a lot in your presence. One girl examined you and checked your condition. And the older man who was the principal acted therapeutically with his moving stuffed animals.

None of your uncles or aunts answered. It was as if no one was there, or they just didn't care.

Several policemen helped to determine where the immediate family was staying.

Your family wasn't large. Your mother was an only child, and so was your father.

And the closest family that spoke up lived in Europe.

It would be embarrassing to fly to Japan to take care of you, even though your mother's cousin had a large family she couldn't leave behind.

And also, she wasn't that close to you because you didn't know her at all.

And then she refused to take care of you.

And that meant for you that you would live in an orphanage until someone wanted to adopt you.

But your condition wasn't the best.

Every time you saw the slightest curse, you were scared and ran to one of the boys who almost saved you.

Orphanages have amulets against the curse. However, sometimes there are fly heads that fly around harmlessly.

But you... It was something else.

They didn't feel your energy, but it's like you have it.

You easily approached them from behind and they didn't sense anything from you.

You weren't strong at all. Your energy was low.

You lived in a room in this school.

A not-so-ideal new home for a baby, but there was nothing else you felt comfortable with.

They couldn't kick you out.

Until one of your relatives speaks up, someone who lives closer, you'll stay here.

What you didn't know was that because of this, you stayed there more than the next eight years...

And never again was there even a thought of hoping that someone might volunteer to take care of you.

After researching your ancestors, all they knew was that your mother attended a Jujutsu school, however, she was a low grade sorcerer. So she could easily quit.

The rest of your ancestors are people who didn't solve puzzles.

Although there have been some sorcerers in your family tree in the past, it wasn't enough to call your family a sorcerer family.

So maybe it's best for you to live here and learn what you can do with energy?

At least you'll learn to protect yourself from curses and never be afraid of it again.

With the uncertain approval of your superiors, it has been decided that they will make you a future Jujutsu sorcerer.

Someone learned from a young age will be stronger than someone who learned it in high school.

Therefore, the superiors agreed. Hoping for the next strong sorcerer in their ranks. To at least teach you exorcism with weapons.

They were like brothers to you. Like the best babysitters you've ever had.

They were your second chance at happiness in life.

They were like family to you, and you loved them.

You knew that since your birth family didn't want you, you could have found other loved ones.

At least they wanted you.

At least you cared about them.

You got closer every year.

You understood that they weren't old because when you were 15 they were 23. They still haven't changed at all.

And that was probably the moment you started seeing them as something more.

You haven't met people your age. You didn't know the ideal of family and love.

You just knew you wanted to be with them forever.

They were everything to you. Family, friends. Until they finally turned into your first love.

The first love that lasted a very long time.

A love that lasted even after your death.

When you were 17, in the second year of Jujutsu High School, you watched in awe as these two twenty-five-year-olds train or do something else.

You would never get to the level they have.

But you didn't mind.

It would be important for you that they are and will always be close to you.

"I want to tell them... But how am I supposed to tell them that I fell in love with them?” You muttered to yourself as you sat on the steps near the field where they were training.

They both waved at you and smiled.

You saw Satoru jumping on Suguru's back to make you look at them and smile.

They were close to each other.

You also wanted them to be even closer to you.

Maybe they won't reject you? They're 25, and you know they've had relationships before.

But you doubt they'll hurt you that much when they reject you

After all, they do everything for you.

They act so perfect for you. They are always with you. As if they were closer than family and friends.

You felt the love they radiated for you.

But you had some doubts...

You've lived in a dorm since you can remember. But you always came to their house on the weekends.

You don't see anything strange that they live together since they've been friends for almost 10 years.

Did you know that today they are going shopping in the city. Probably to the mall.

You planned to go there too, and confess your feelings to them on the right occasion, when they were happy.

However...

However, you couldn't...

Even when you wanted to approach them when they were sitting in the cafe on the other side.

You held your small cup of soda which you finished and threw it in the bin.

It was a bit corny, but you bought some cherry soft heart cookies. Decorated with cream and most importantly, with hearts.

You wanted to eat it with them.

They haven't seen you.

All the things you bought were in your bag.

And later...

As you were about to approach them, you saw that they were getting closer to each other.

They sat in the corner of the cafe where no one could see them.

You never expected to see two people you love kiss each other smiling.

The lips you wanted to kiss now connected.

But it wasn't your kiss.

Satoru was kissing Suguru.

They were smiling.

And that means... that you would never have a chance that they wouldn't reject you.

There was no way they could love you because they loved each other.

Your smile quickly faded into a sad grimace.

Your heart sank as you felt betrayed. The friendly warmth was replaced by a chill that took over your body.

And what you feared will happen again.

The old sparkle has gone from your eyes.

Your eyes have become dead. Without emotions.

The only emotion was tears that suddenly started to run down your cheeks.

Your second chance at happiness has begun to fade.

Like a candle flame that slowly goes out. However, your flame was slowly extinguished.

Until there is a very small flame left that seems to be about to go out.

You had a bit more luck.

Because they were still in your life.

But it couldn't be the same anymore...

you wanted to forget. You wanted to stop loving them...

You left as fast as you could and sat by the back door of the building.

you wanted to forget...

You didn't want to love them anymore...

You wish this never happened...

You wished you could replace those feelings with others.

"Excuse me... Are you okay?"

You looked up at the boy in front of you.

His expression seemed a little concerned.

Maybe you could replace your feelings for them with your feelings for someone else?

"I don't think we should have kissed in that coffee shop for so long."

"Sugu, I wanted to!"

"I don't deny it, but I had a feeling people were watching."

"Don't worry about that!" He said putting his hand on his shoulders. "By the way, (y/n) wanted to tell us something."

"Right. That's why we go to her. I'm curious what she meant. She seemed serious and a little tense." Geto said, letting Gojo do what he wanted. "Maybe she has a boyfriend?"

"No way! I will not allow it!"

"Satoru, I wouldn't want that either... But this..." he murmured more quietly.

Suddenly, the white-haired man's hands grabbed his cheeks.

"Suguru, she can't have a boyfriend! I wouldn't survive that!"

"I know..."

"She's like family to us. We love her as family... right?"

For a year they started telling each other that they love you but as a family.

They felt love for you. But they tried to think about it as much as possible.

That you love them like family and they love you. Even if their hearts might beat differently around you.

They didn't want something you wouldn't want either...

They had a complicated relationship...

They weren't boyfriends, but they were close.

They kissed, hugged. Sometimes they even fucked. They liked each other. Since Gojo at some point realized that Geto was his first true love.

And Geto accepted it.

They didn't mind because they had such a friendly relationship.

But they also did not reject the possible love for a woman.

You could easily tell they were Bisexual.

They paid no attention to it.

They had been together for several years. But at some point, you appeared in their hearts. In a romantic sense.

They both loved you.

But they rejected it because they didn't want to hurt you.

They preferred to tell themselves that this is love like family.

"I would like to tell her something more someday and not just be with her as someone for whom she is a family..." The dark-haired man said.

"Suguru..." pecked him on the mouth. "...Let's hear what she has to say. And then we'll plan what we can do. We can spend time with her today! We've got gifts!"

However, when they entered your room with a smile, you were not there.

It was hard for you. That's all. This whole situation. So suddenly to see it all.

You've already made some money as a sorcerer, and managed to stay one night in a hotel room.

Besides, the boy you met was very nice.

And you hoped he'd help you forget...

You didn't want to go back to your "home". You had to rethink everything.

You didn't come back until the next day. Going to your room after class.

But before you could get to the door, you felt a tug on your arm.

And you were arrested.

You looked at the two tall figures in front of you.

In the mirror this morning you saw that your eyes hadn't changed since yesterday.

Still as dead as then.

You looked at their faces as they looked furious. But you still can't forget the image of them that broke your heart...

"Where have you been? Do you realize what you've done?" Gojo asked you, holding your arm quite firmly.

"First you disappear without a word and don't come back at night, and now you just want to leave without any explanation? We were so worried about you!" Geto said louder.

You looked at them with your eyes.

Too blinded by anger to see the change in your eyes.

"You left us speechless! Do you think it's okay?!" White Hair yelled at you.

You put your head down.

"Why didn't you even you picked up the phone?!"

"My battery is dead..." you replied quietly, and took your phone out of your pocket, showing that it wouldn't turn on.

It didn't calm them down at all.

"Where have you been?!"

You looked at Suguru who stood next to you.

"Are you really that irresponsible after all these years here?! It's dangerous to suddenly disappear without a word! Do not you understand?!"

"I understand..."

You couldn't speak any louder because you felt like your voice was about to break.

"Will you explain anything to us?!"

"...I didn't want to go back to my room in the dark... I had a late train..."

"Where have you been?!"

"I wanted to do some shopping in one of the stores, and I missed the train that was going this way. I had to wait... and just spent the night in a hotel..."

"Why you-?!"

The dark haired man stopped his friend before they could continue screaming after seeing your body tremble slightly.

"(y/n)... I'm sorry... We got carried away..." He said as he hugged you.

"We were just so worried about you..." Geto added, hugging you from behind.

You want to forget about feelings for them...

You don't want to pretend that everything is fine...

You don't want to wear a fake smile...

You just want to forget you ever loved them...

Until you get rid of these feelings, your sparkle in your eyes will not return.

And when you look at them with dead eyes, they can understand that something is wrong...

You tried your best...

You've had several boyfriends.

You've tried everything.

Maybe something would make you forget your love for them?

You've been looking for this for three years...

Or maybe there is no way to stop loving them?

All you could do was stare blankly at your pictures and blur your face in each one.

Looking for an idea on how to forget in this way...

If they weren't so loving and kind... Maybe it would be easier then?

Maybe you can try to piss them off...

You want to end your suffering now...

Now...

Maybe it will pass through more suffering?

Maybe you can make you suffer even more, but then you'll forget? Maybe then the love for them will die down. will disappear...

You want them to hate you...

Then when they are mean to you, it will be easier for you to get rid of those feelings...

You won't be able to live knowing that they hate you...

But you prefer it...

No plan is perfect...

You just want your suffering to go away... That they will hate you will also be suffering.

But it will be easier for you to remember that they don't want to know you. That they don't need you in their lives. That you're just a hindrance.

That you are not family. So that they think that you will be unnecessary ballast. And for them to let go of their ties to you.

But when that happens, you won't want to live...

You don't want to anymore... If they hate you, you'll want to disappear right away... You'll want to do something that won't make you think what to do next.

You'll make them hate you, then you'll kill yourself...

This way will be the easiest for you.

For you all.

When they hate you, they won't mourn you...

They won't be sad when you die. They won't care. Because then you'll be the one who ruined their joy...

You looked at the photos you took of them secretly. Watching this, you became more and more convinced of your plan.

They don't need you.

They never loved you.

You would be an obstacle in their relationship...

They would never accept your feelings...

You will destroy their trust in you. You will kill their ties to you. You'll make them not want to know you. And then you'll disappear, taking all their hatred of you with them.

You're giving your second chance at happiness...

You let the flame and the candle disappear.

To make them think that taking you to safety, helping you and raising you was the biggest mistake they ever made...

You'd kill yourself now... But you don't want them to cry. Now you are still close to them...

When they hate you, they won't care about your future...

They won't be looking for you. They won't stop you.

You'll be able to commit suicide without feeling guilty about leaving them in despair.

Nobody will cry for you...

Because you gave your happiness to two people.

And your happiness existed as long as there was that sparkle in your eyes...

Now there's no way it can come back to your eyes.

All you could think about was what to do.

And you may have been preparing yourself for the cruel words of the people you love.

You could have prepared yourself for the hate raining down on you, and your imminent death.

You'll stab the men you love in the back, only to forget that your second chance at happiness is gone just like your first...

They can throw you out of your "house". They can trample your pride.

And you won't worry about it anymore.

Because you won't need this abbreviated life any longer.

You've already experienced the best of everything.

All the worst has begun, and soon you will end it.

All emotions, all memories will disappear.

You don't need a life.

Let them hate you so you can end your life without hesitation.

You put a smile on your face when I got presents from them.

You go to the party where Satoru was invited as the head of the Gojo clan.

You're going with him.

You got beautiful things that you liked.

It was nice.

But you have to give them those expensive things right after the party.

This will be your last party ever.

They will surely regret spending money on you after what you do to them...

That's why you prepared everything they ever bought you and put it in one box that was on your bed.

All the clothes, phones, money you got as pocket money. Jewelry. Every single thing that was bought with their money.

A lot has accumulated over the years.

And now everything was stacked in a box. Even in two.

You cleaned everything and washed your clothes.

Every single thing was taken care of.

For whatever you've ever destroyed, you've also put in the money you've earned. As compensation for that, it has been destroyed and they will no longer be able to use it.

They can sell jewelry. So does the phone. Clothes can be returned.

You won't need it any longer.

There will be no trace of you in their lives.

You pulled out the picture you had in the frame with them. You scissored you when you were among them in the picture. You threw the strip of paper with you in the trash can, and taped the two parts of the photo together, leaving it as a photo of both of them.

Without you.

Your room was clean. Empty cabinets.

All you had was the clothes you once bought yourself to change out of that dress and put it away.

You also put the same cookies you wanted to give them on the bed.

Cherry hearts...

They'll probably throw it away, but you could at least try.

They'll probably spit on your grave if they care what happened to you.

You won't give them back anything for how much time they spent with you, but you'll give them back that the person they hate won't show up again.

They will know that you no longer even breathe the same earthly air as they do.

They'll be on one side, you'll be on the second.

They will walk on the ground and you will lie underground.

You wrote a little note and stuck it on the cardboard.

And there you just wrote that these are all the things you ever got from them. And that you give it back to them.

You silently left the room, closing it.

You were hiding your expression.

You were an adult, but they wouldn't let you drink champagne or wine anyway.

They didn't want you to get drunk...

You wanted to somehow live through these last moments where you can even pretend to smile.

Your last hours of life will be the same as your life for these three years.

So full of fake happiness.

You didn't know that now was supposed to be the end of your suffering and the beginning of new happiness.

You've already decided what to do.

And you won't accept changes to your plan.

You'll just make them hate you and then you'll be dead.

What you didn't know was that they just realized they love you romantically.

You're going to regret that you did, but you plugged the flash drive with the recording you made into the projector that was on the table.

You then moved away from them.

Not wanting to see how they will feel when they see this...

The light went out, and you saw the projector turned on.

Then, with tears in your eyes, you left the room, barefoot running to the parking lot.

Ijichi drove you to school and then drove you back.

You said goodbye to him nice and long. It wasn't weird for you. He's always been nice to you, and you didn't want to leave him without saying goodbye.

You put your beautiful new shoes next to the bed and put the dress on and put it in the box just like everything else.

You cried knowing what your loved ones are going through now...

You couldn't look at their faces when they saw that.

You put on your clothes and left. Going to the place you wanted to be at this time today.

The two men's eyes widened as they saw a video that showed several photos of them kissing one after the other. Later as they walk holding hands and as they hug.

Pictures of them sleeping in bed together, hugging each other.

They heard whispers and laughter. People were pointing at them and looking at them.

They were furious and ashamed.

Nobody knew!

Who could do such a thing.

The man who was organizing the party turned off the projector, pulling out the flash drive.

They wanted out.

They weren't that embarrassed because no one would laugh at the strongest sorcerers.

But they wanted out.

For your own good.

But when they looked for you, they couldn't find you.

Gojo pulled out his phone while they were outside waiting for you to answer the phone.

As soon as your small voice appeared, he immediately began to speak.

"(y/n)? Where are you?"

"In the room..." You replied calmly.

You tried your best to reduce the noise of the wind around you.

"But-"

"I felt tired and asked Ijichi to drive me."

"You could have told us." he said as he indicated to a friend that they could go.

"You guys had fun..."

They started driving and the phone was placed on Satoru's lap as they both listened to what you were saying.

"It wasn't that much fun..." he muttered.

You didn't answer them because you know what happened.

"Our ridiculous photos suddenly appeared on the projector..." he said nervously. "I'm so angry...I would do anything, but we'd get into even more trouble..."

"I know what is going on..."

Gojo thought about what you said.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Geto asked, looking at the street.

It was quiet for a moment.

But telling the whole truth was in your plan.

Even if it might hurt.

It's going to hurt like hell, but it'll be over in a while.

So you dared to speak.

"I did it, I took those photos secretly and planned this incident." You said calmly.

Their eyes will widen.

Geto somehow tried to stay calm, unlike Gojo who started screaming.

"What do you mean by that?!" he shouted. "Why would you do that?! Are you aware of your actions and the consequences that Geto and I will face?!"

The last sentence was broken as his eyes began to roll from his eyes.

He couldn't believe you could do something like that.

He didn't want to believe.

But you said it like it was the whole truth.

"Why?!" He screamed putting his hand over his eyes.

Geto was holding back tears with difficulty.

You wanted too. But you've been crying since you got to your room.

"Why did you do that? We trusted you! We thought you didn't know that about us! Just give us an answer!!!"

You heard Suguru's words harsh but just as sad pouring out of his mouth.

You sat quietly for a while until you were finally able to tell them something you've wanted for a long time.

But you knew it wasn't a wish that could be fulfilled.

"... I fell in love with you... But I knew it was impossible for you to ever love me if you loved each other... So I–"

"That's not something you do to the people you love!" Satoru moaned as he couldn't stop any tear that spilled out.

You wanted to finish your explanations.

You knew you were going to get a wave of contempt from them...

"I couldn't stop loving you even if I tried. I dated other guys to see if I could stop loving you. However, that did nothing... I still loved you. I couldn't hate you... So I thought I'd make you hate me, and maybe then I'd somehow stop feeling this about you... I always wanted love from you, but I didn't want to disturb you! I know I've always been a stumbling block for you! You never treated me differently, and yet I fell in love with you! Not family love! But it still doesn't make sense! I didn't want you to reject me! So I just threw myself away for you...!"

Your words touched their hearts painfully.

You calmed down a bit and started talking again.

"And you know what the worst thing about all of this is? It's that I could never hate you... You both saved me, and I'm forever grateful for that, but I'm tired of pretending.. I'm done with the lie. With a fake smile that I've had for three years... I just want to be with my dead parents and finally find peace... I've lost both chances of happiness... I want to sleep now... Without this pain... I'm sorry but it's goodbye... I'm glad I could say it to you for the last time... I'm not angry that you hate me... Goodbye forever..."

Your voice sounded so broken and quiet.

They were both about to say something when you hung up.

Leaving them with wide, tear-filled eyes.

What was that supposed to mean?

They couldn't think much about it. They just knew that if they didn't hurry, they'd never see you again.

You were not there...

You were nowhere...

The room was clean and tidy... It's as if you've never lived there.

Most of your things are gone, and what was from them was on the bed.

Geto looked sadly at the piece of paper.

And he felt a strong pull on his shoulder.

He looked at his weeping friend.

"We have to find her!" he shouted. "I don't want to lose her! Not like this! Just do not!"

Running into the forest, they began to search.

As well as a few others they might have found along the way.

Curses and sorcerers were looking for you.

Geto was practically ready to send half of his curse arsenal to give them one order. For them to find you.

They couldn't sense your energy.

There could be two reasons for this. That your energy isn't that much, and you're also able to hide it.

Or your energy is already disappearing with your life...

The dark-haired man suddenly stood still as the curse gave him an image of what it had seen.

His knees almost gave out under him.

They were late...

As they both appeared next to you, your body lay motionless on the ground.

They ran up to you, looking at the thirty-meter-high rise from which you probably jumped, landing against a vertical stone wall.

Gojo let out a weeping howl filled with pain as he grabbed your body and turned you onto your back. Feeling your body limp and soft.

Like your bones don't hold your body.

Your eyes with tears at the corners were slightly open. Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

As he placed your body in his lap, he felt and saw your blood running down his hands.

Your face suddenly turned red in some places, your neck was covered with drops of blood.

Your chest and sides were soft. He couldn't feel the bones. It was as if everything was shattered.

Your head covered in blood from the back.

Your legs are broken. Your hands.

Blood flowing from the wound on your face. Most likely you hit the branches of the tree before falling to the ground.

Which prevented your body from completely disfiguring. Totally breaking everything.

The white shirt was covered in your blood as Gojo hugged you, crying in pain of loss.

Something he had never wanted to see was now in front of his eyes.

Your still warm but immobile body...

You were so selfish doing it.

Have you thought about them at all?

How could you even think they would hate you?!

White Hair's body trembled as his hands tightened around you.

Geto stared petrified at the two people he had ever loved like this in his life.

Tears and blood.

Your dead eyes that look the way they did for three years...

When he came to his senses from freezing, he wiped his tears with his sleeve and ran to the other side, pulling Gojo's body away from you. And put his ear to your bloody chest.

Listening to see if your heart was still beating, he watched as Satoru wiped the blood from your face with his fingers before resting his forehead against yours.

There was nothing Geto could hear.

Nothing in you was moving.

He didn't hear your heartbeat. He didn't feel it.

He pulled away with clenched jaw and looked at Satoru's uncovered eyes.

Dilated pupils.

He was sure his own didn't look normal.

"Why... What... Why?!!" groaned Gojo. "She was supposed to be ours all the time... She was supposed to be just for us... We were supposed to be with her always! So why do we have to get this now?!"

Geto said nothing, but cursed in his mind.

"She was always meant to be ours... Only for us! It's our fault! My fault! How could I ever take my eyes off her... We should always be there for her! Maybe then... Sob... Maybe then it wouldn't have happened!"

"Can you teleport in this state...?" Geto asked, clenching his fingers on your limp hand. His own tears were slowly drying on his cheeks as he had a tiny hope.

"Suguru?" murmured the second, looking at the dark-haired man as he held you tighter in his arms.

"Go to Shoko as soon as possible...! I won't accept it until I hear from her that there's nothing I can do! Why couldn't I do anything?!"

"Suguru..." he said as he stood with you in his arms. "When we get her back, it will be different. I will do everything to get her back... I don't know if it will work, if not... Without her, I will fuck up this world. Apart from you, I have nothing here..."

"Take her to Shoko! I don't want her to disappear from our lives!"

The next time he looked ahead, Gojo was gone...

With tears in his eyes and on his cheeks he promised himself one thing...

"If we get her back, I will never let her leave the house again in my life... Never without us..."

When Suguru got there a few minutes later, he saw your body lying on the hard bed while Shoko runs around sticking needles into your skin and attaching anything necessary to see if there's still a chance.

They could say they feel the same pain as you do.

Seeing each of your wounds was as painful for them as it was for you.

The woman was running around looking at your wounds.

She doesn't know if resuscitation is worth it. If your spine is crushed, you don't stand a chance...

She put her hands under your body, tracing your back with her fingers.

If she wasn't mistaken, your spine was intact. She couldn't tell about the damage that might exist inside...

There was so little blood flowing from your open wounds... Your skin was so pale.

This is what the girl she used to play with when you were little and you came to visit them.

Now you were probably dead on her operating table.

"Shoko...?"

"...I don't know if that makes any sense..." She said softly and pushed her fingers lightly against your crushed ribs. "Her limbs are broken, she is not breathing, her heart is not beating... I don't know if her spine is damaged or not. The ribs are crushed, the pelvis fractured, as are the hipbone and collarbone. Internal organs damaged... One lobe of the skull broken..."

"But it can be cured!"

Gojo looked at her with dark eyes.

"You can... But would it make sense to treat a corpse?"

"As long as there's a chance... Do whatever it takes to bring her back to us! She must be with us!"

"Shut the fuck up..." She snarled and stared at the monitor with your pulse, her eyes wide.

It was always the same.

Almost a straight line.

Almost...

There were minimalist deviations from a straight line.

As the woman was reaching for things from the cupboards, they came closer to you to touch you. Just to see you.

"get the fuck out! Get out of here!" She screamed quickly and pulled you closer to the light of the large lamp.

The last chance to see your smile was getting smaller every second.

And they...

They wanted to say goodbye to you like they should before it happened. Or be on time.

Then they wouldn't lose you...

Black clothes were their everyday life.

Mourning color.

They hated life for the fact that even if they save millions of lives, they take away the one most important to them.

The first days were the hardest.

They couldn't smile at all.

Or maybe the black clothes were accidental? The random color of their outfit?

Their house was so dead. You always came to them.

And now you couldn't come.

Because you were here all the time.

It was a miracle that your heart was still beating, even so lightly.

Is it because they wanted you to be immune to everything when you're fighting curses?

Perhaps that was it.

The heart of someone who has committed suicide often beats a little longer, even after everyone thinks they have died.

A person can lose consciousness, lose his breath. But the heart can still work until all life processes are finished.

In your case it was.

Everything except your heart and brain has died.

Your heart beats, your lungs rise and fall.

Your bones are whole, and so is your spine. Everything is in place.

Thanks to this tiny chance of your life.

Reverse Cursed Technique will fix everything...

Apart from a broken heart and psyche.

She didn't have many people who committed suicide to save.

Were it not for the tree branches slowing you down a bit and you fell onto the grass, your spine wouldn't have been crushed.

If all goes well, you'll look at them again someday.

Right after you wake up from your coma.

You was in a hospital in Tokyo for a month. The best hospital for you. The best equipped room.

At least one of them was with you every day. Sometimes both of them would come and sit with you for a few hours.

It was terrifying for the nurses who passed by there. Seeing two men look at you with a smile while talking to you.

A lot of people talk to coma patients.

However, this was something else.

They told you they would never let you do something like that again. That you'll never be anywhere but them again.

That they'll never let you go again.

When your condition was stable enough, you were transferred to their home.

Where your dream continued until after almost another month.

They changed every day.

One day, Gojo was at home with you while Geto was working, and the next day, Geto was at home while Gojo was working.

Counting the days until you wake up.

And when it happened, Geto was at home.

As he saw your eyelids twitch, he called Gojo and they both looked at you, waiting for this moment.

And when your eyes opened, you weren't thrilled to be alive.

But it was different...

You saw their tears of happiness as they sat next to you.

And your oxygen mask was taken off when Satoru pinned your lips to his. To make space for Suguru later.

What was that supposed to mean?

They put a plastic mask over your face to make it easier for you to breathe.

"Welcome home, honey."

You looked at them. Your body is full of fatigue.

"Don't worry. We'll never let you do that again."

"You'll never leave again. It's safe for you here."

"Here you will receive our love."

"Because we love you."

"Do not get up. I'll carry you."  Your body was lifted, and the white-haired man carried you to the bathroom, placing you in a large bathtub, next to Suguru's chest.

Then he undressed himself and stepped into the water, positioning your legs above his.

You reached for the sponge with a weak hand, but they were faster.

Ieiri said that you will be in bed for a very long time.

And you'll never go back to strenuous physical exertion, or especially to being a sorcerer.

"We will never let you be alone. One of us will always be with you. Or both of us."

"...Why...?" You murmured softly with your head resting on Suguru's shoulder.

"Why?" the dark-haired man repeated before they giggled softly.

Satoru grabbed your chin and moved closer to you.

"Because we can't trust you after this, baby." He said with a smile.

You knew that what you did was in their trust. That you wanted to kill yourself.

They had nothing else against you.

But they kept telling you that they love you.

You started to believe it...

It was possible for your sparkle in your eyes to reappear.

It's like you've been given a third chance at happiness in life.

NO.

This wasn't another chance.

It was the one you had.

And they saved that chance for you.

You were supposed to be happy now...

They don't leave you one step.

They only let you get up and walk the moment they are next to you and you hold on to them.

You are so weak...

You're having a hard time.

Shoko said you'd be better than what you are now, but it'll never be perfect.

Even after being treated with a reverse cursed technique.

Your body was already dying, and here's a sign of it.

You will still need to be with them for your support.

And they won't let you do anything without them anymore.

Baths, meals, sleep.

It was too early for you to take you to the higher heights of a relationship. More than just hugging and kissing, it needed you to be a little stronger in the body than you are now.

They explained their relationship to you.

They love you the most, but for years they have liked each other.

You accept it.

Now you even enjoy when they kiss and then run to kiss you even longer.

Most of the time you woke up with them on either side of you. They held your hands and hugged you. They kept smiling at you.

And all this made your smile come back after almost 365 days.

And you looked at them with a twinkle in your eyes. With love.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujustu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru #gojo #gojo angst #gojo and geto #geto x reader #geto angst #geto x you #suguru geto #yandere

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Fallen For You | H.S AU - One

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Rancher!HarryxPlus-sized!OC

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🦋Delaney🦋

Finding out your crush for the past 5 years is finally working on your family Ranch almost sent me into cardiac arrest. 

The first time I met Harry, I knew he was attractive; but he was the new guy and I knew everyone would fawn over him. I mean, just look at him!

Dreamy hair, dreamy eyes, dreamy muscles.... but then I didn't see him again.

It wasn't until he moved to the Rickman's ranch that the feelings developed. I started seeing him anytime I had to deliver milk, or bread. 

Sure my feet might've dragged a little bit, or my gaze lingered just a second too long, but he never acknowledged it; having been too busy discussing things with Chase Rickman, and my dad.

For years my dad has been trying to get Harry to move ranches. Swindle Harry a good deal, tell him that he didn't have to be treated like meat and muscle for the strict Ranch owner or the Ranch owners daughters. The Rickman's were basically slave owners. The only difference is they paid well; something the rest of the town couldn't compete with.

Was a good paycheck worth being treated like shit? 

I sometimes questioned what Harry got out of it. Was being overworked and sexually harassed worth a warm bed and a good meal if you could get it from somewhere else? I question his integrity. His self worth and just how badly he needed a well paying paycheck. Especially in a town that ran off of getting ingredients from your neighbors.

The questions only rose when my dad burst through the kitchen door three weeks ago announcing he had finally gotten Harry Styles to agree to leave the Rickman's ranch with a few conditions.

1: He would have his own living quarters; meaning we had a lot of work to do.

2: He would have a warm meal each night

3: He would have one day off a week, preferably Sunday's which rose the question "Is he religious?"

"Mm! That's good, Laney" My twin sister Wrenlynn hummed, sneaking another swipe of my batter.

"Stop!" I whined, swiping the mixing bowl away from her, holding it protectively at my side. "It's not for you!" I scowled, turning to work at the other side of the counter.

"Yeah, yeah. It's for Mr. Cowboy" She teased, her smug grin painting a blush across my cheeks, my nose wrinkling as I shook my head. "Shut up! It is too!" She laughed, inching closer to me as I ignored her, "You know he doesn't mingle with his employers, right?"

"Good thing I'm not his employer then." I quipped back, "Dad and Grandma are"

"Be serious, Delaney! Don't embarrass yourself like the Rickman girls!" Wrenlynn warned as I spooned the brownie batter into an oblong cake pan. "Can I have the spoon at least?" She pleaded, sitting down on the backless black metal swivel barstool.

I passed her the spoon, shoving the pan into the oven as I set a timer, Wrenlynn speaking up again, "Come on Laney. Don't be mad at me"

"I'm not mad" I mumbled, taking a deep breath, turning to look over at her, my voice fell soft, "You compared me to the Rickman's"

Allison and Natalie Rickman were girls around our age who lived two ranches over from us. Their dad had coaxed Harry to work for them and word quickly traveled around town at the disgusting things the girls did to get his attention. Things like making off handed sexual comments, to walking by windows naked where he was working. How can Wrenlynn compare me making him brownies to practically shoving my tits in his face?

"Delaney, I didn't say you were the Rickman's. I said don't be the Rickman's"

"I'm not!" I frowned, "I just made brownies. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing's wrong with making brownies, Delaney. It's just... you've done a lot" She noted, "You worked your ass off in that guest house with mom. I mean, Mimi said you were barely at the market lately! He's just another stupid boy, Delaney. Don't bust your ass for a guy who won't care"

"You don't know that he won't care" I argued back, shrinking a little when Wren tossed me a look. "Okay, okay! This is the last thing I'll make!" I swore, insecurity creeping up as I scanned the plethora of baked goods I made. "To be fair, some of these are for the market!"

"How many are for the market?"

"Uh.." I chewed on my lower lip, scanning the baked goods.

"Delaney! He's gonna be diabetic if you give him all that! We're out of flour and sugar ya know?! Pick one that you give to him, the rest needs to go to the market"

"How can I pick just one?! What if he doesn't like it?!" I worried, Wrenlynn groaning.

"Oh my god, it's not that serious!"

"It is too! First impressions mean everything, Wrenlynn!"

"Delaney! He isn't going to remember you at all!" She shouted, my eyes widening as my lips parted, Wrenlynn quickly matching my expression. "Delaney..." She said softly, tears welling up in my eyes and I nodded, trying to pull myself together.

"No. You're right. It can all go to the market" I mumbled, slipping past her and quickly pushing open the wooden storm door, hearing it slam behind me as I b-lined it down the path to the guest house only to abruptly stop, the sight of Harry and my dad conversing near the barn causing my breath to hitch.

I can't meet Harry like this!

I quickly spun around on my heel, coming to a halt again when my mom walked out the kitchen door, some sort of envelope in her hand.

"Delaney!" She grinned, "Come on, sweetheart! Let's go meet our new rancher" She urged, her hand grabbing my own as she pulled me with her.

"Mom! Please! I don't think that's a good idea!" I rushed, tripping over my own feet, struggling to keep up with her quick strides.

I could feel her eyes roll from a mile away, and before I knew it I was standing right in front of my crush, flushed cheeks and all as my father began to introduce us.

Oh god.

"Harry, this is my wife Theresa, and daughter Delaney" My dad pointed at us both as he said our name, Harry giving us a curt nod as my mom greeted him.

I stood there awkwardly until my moms big fat mouth opened again, "She's spent the past few days setting up the guest house, so if you have any questions about where things are, feel free to ask Delaney. I'm sure she'll be overjoyed to help you!"

Oh my god. Overjoyed? Really mom? Can the ground just swallow me whole?

Might as well just tell the man I've been in love with him since I knew what a crush was!

Harry gave my mom another curt nod, focusing back on my dad.

Literally kill me.

"Feel free to get settled in tonight and we can start fresh tomorrow" Dad said, "Delaney will take you to your guest house" Why me? Dad turned to look at me, "Delaney, you have the key, correct?" Oh. That's why. I quickly nodded, swallowing the saliva that began to accumulate in the back of my throat as I looked away from the gorgeous man.

Harry was in some long — yet tight in all the right places — blue Jeans. They appeared worn at the knees, the material that covered his thighs had a tinge of brown brushed across them. Some slightly heeled ‐ what I can only assume to be cowboy boots, and an all white loose fitted shirt bunched up slightly at his belt buckle, raising an eyebrow from me. Why would you wear white? The fabric hugged his arms and pecks in a delicious way that caused my eyes to linger, before it became looser at his waist.

His dark brown hair in messy waves at the top of his head, appearing to be slightly damp. God imagine him showering... all wet with water dripping down his naked body; his hands running through his slick backed hair before grabbing his shampoo... When he turned to face my dad, I noticed his sides appeared to be recently shaven to give more of a faded look, my mouth watering all over again at the idea of running my hands through his curls, or leaving a lipstick mark against his fade—

Moms hand waving in front of my face cut my thoughts short as I heard, "Delaney? Earth to Lane!"

"Hm?" I hummed, feeling my face heat up as I felt his green eyes laser locked on me, a scowl etched into his godlike complexation.

God damnit Delaney

"Please take Harry to his guest house" she said and I swallowed yet again, nodding as I turned around to walk to what was now his residence on our ranch.

I peaked over my shoulder, seeing he was still standing with my parents; "Are you coming or not?" I yelled out, catching a quick glimpse of his eyebrows scrunching before I looked away, picking up my pace as my stomach began to whirl.

You did not just yell at him, Delaney! What are you thinking?

First impressions mean everything as you yell at him!

Stupid stupid stupid

"Already bustin' my balls huh?" His raspy voice made me jump.

God he walks fast.

"What?"

"You're bustin' my balls already" he repeated, keeping up with my quick strides.

"What do you mean?"

"First you daydream, and then yell at me as if we weren't all waiting on you" he snickered, my stomach clenching.

Shit. Does he already think I'm annoying?

"Oh.. uh, sorry" I muttered, "I tend to um.. tune my dad out when he talks ranch stuff. You grow up around it, it's all you hear. Can get boring at times"

You did not just say that to a rancher, Delaney!

I couldn't help but mental scold myself as I continued to fumble over everything I've told myself not to do.

The silence began to get loud as my brain began to race.

Am I talking too much? Should I ask him about himself? Or is that a bad idea? and what does he mean by busting his balls? I wasn't giving him a hard time... right? Shit. was I? Delaney! You can't go bossing around the guy you've had a crush on since he moved into town! Dad will have my neck if I drive this boy away by my annoying habits after how much effort was put into getting this godsent rancher to occupy our now guest house.

"You're doing it again" he hummed, pulling me back into reality.

"Sorry um.. well.. this is uh, it" I stopped in front of a quite literal tiny house.

Silence was truly my worst enemy.

Was it too small? Did he want better? What were his previous ranchers' guest houses like?

I eyed my crystal clear windows that I spent far too long washing, the fresh coat of white paint along the framing of the front door. Mimi and I even went out of our way to get a clean welcome mat outside the front door.

I thought it looked nice.

I mean, it looked better than it used to look. It was never really occupied, it was more so used as another storage shed all up until about two weeks ago when my dad dropped the news that Harry was officially and finally our new ranch hand, sending my family into full panic mode as we began to prepare for him..

The entire town knows how much of a pain in the ass he was. I mean, he's one of the best at what he does, which made up for how much manual labor we had to put into our ranch, making sure it was up to his standards by the time he got here. I've never seen my dad so stressed, or my grandma for that matter.

"So is this just something you do? Space out so we can get nothing done? It's incredibly annoying" Harry stated, "Can I just have the key, and you can leave me alone and go daydream somewhere else?"

Oh

It's incredibly annoying

and you can leave me alone

Go somewhere else

Way to go Delaney. Took all of 10 minutes before you've gone and pissed him off. I wish I could say that was a new record.

"Sorry" I murmured, slipping the key out of my jean jacket, handing it to him. I watched him step up to the door, pushing the key in, "You have to shove it in and kinda push upwards. It uh, gets stuck sometimes. We'll fix it, promise" I instructed, my chest tightening when I heard him huff, attempting to follow instructions, a minute passed and he was still unable to open it. "Do you need help?" I offered.

I watched his shoulder blades tense under his shirt as his body stilled, an audible gulp being heard from me as my stomach fluttered, watching him struggle.

We're toast. This is it. This is his final straw with me—

"You fucking do it" He grumbled, leaving the key in the lock as he stepped away, standing behind me which his arms crossed over his chest.

I took the key out, pushing it back in, shoving it up and giving it a slight wiggle... oh, I guess I forgot that part, and twisting it to unlock it, the door opening.

"This shit is getting fixed tonight" Harry warned, shoving past me.

I apprehensively walked in with him, the floors practically glistening from their recent wash.

I placed the key on the white counter next to the door, Harry's muddy boots walking right across my freshly cleaned floors.

I cringed.

Hold your tongue, Delaney.

"This it?" He asked, turning to face me as he stood in the makeshift living room.

"Uh.. yeah. I uh, I know it isn't much–"

"You're fucking right it isn't" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Is there even a fucking bed in this dump?" He asked, or.. stated? I wasn't sure.

Dump?

I frowned, looking around our freshly cleaned, painted and detailed guest house.

What was wrong with it?

Sure it was small, but I didn't think it was a dump.

"The uh.. couch.. has a pull out bed" I started, watching his eyes quickly turn into a glare, "There are these uh.. stairs" I slipped off my shoes at the little mat in front of the door, careful not to slip on the clean floors in my socks as I walked to the door by the bathroom that was on the opposite side of the living room, a small set of low stairs leading from the bathroom door, "It's a loft like space? The ceiling is pretty low.. but I mean, you could put a mattress up there" I finished, my left hand resting on the rail as my right foot propped up on the step.

"So there's no actual bed" he stated, not bothering to even make it sound like a question.

"There's a place to sleep" I shot back, getting frustrated by how much he was putting down all our effort to make this space nice for him.

Surely it was better than the horse barn we could've tossed him in. There was a loft up there that we stored extra hay bales in for winter. I'm sure he would've been a lot more comfortable in the hay than the suggested pull out couch at this rate.

Harry met me at the stairs, practically squishing me against the wall due to the lack of room as he began to climb the stairs, already crouching as he reached the third step.

"Jesus christ" he grumbled.

"Watch your head!" I called out right as there was a thud followed by a hissed out curse word. "You okay?" I called, climbing up the stairs only to have a full view of Harry's ass, my eyes landing on his back jeans pockets. "Going up?" I questioned, backing down a few stairs as Harry turned around, one stair away from being back where I started.

"I fucking can't. This place is so fucking small, I don't even fit!" He groused, my lips tugging up into a small smile when his forehead creased.

"You crawl" I snickered, Harry narrowing his eyes at me.

"I'm no bitch baby, I'm not fucking crawling"

"Fine. Then don't use it"

"It's not even fucking useable, Delaney!" He exclaimed, my eyes widening slightly at the sound of my name falling off his lips for the first time, a frown beginning to take over when I realized how much annoyance his tone had when he said it,

"It is usable. I used to play up there all the time as a kid"

"Yeah, as a fucking kid. Try being a six foot man" He grumbled, climbing back down the stairs, once again pushing me against the wall on — what I'm hoping to be — accident, walking back to the front door. "This simply won't fucking do" he huffed, opening the door and walking out.

My feet quickly carried me after him, snatching the key and whipping the door open, awkwardly running after him, wincing every time a rock impaled my foot as he marched towards my father, 

"Harry! Please! Wait!" I yelled, beginning to pant due to how out of shape I was.

Running was not made for me.

"—It's too fucking small!" Harry told my dad, running over to him like a tattling toddler as I caught my breath, catching the tail end of whatever Harry was telling him.

"It is not!" I huffed, my dad eyeing the two of us like he used to eye my siblings and I when we'd argue over something stupid.

"Mr. Styles may I remind you you're a 28 year old man?" Dad said, Harry quickly jumped in, "That's right! A fucking 28 year old six foot man who doesn't fucking fit in that rabbit shack!"

"You're being unreasonable!" I argued back, shocked where all this boldness came from.

One second it's beautiful brown curly hair I can't help but want to run my fingers through and next I'm ready to send his ungrateful ass packing back to the Rickman's.

"I HIT MY HEAD ON THE FUCKING CEILING!" He shouted, both my dad and I's eyes widening. My dad bringing his hand to Harry's shoulder, "Harry–"

"I warned you!" I defended, Harry's nostrils flaring, his lips parting as my dad quickly beat him to the next said word.

"Harry, we aren't made of money unlike the Rickman's. The girls worked hard to make that rabbit shack a home and meet as many of your demands as possible. We would've given you the guest room in the main house — I don't know if you recall but one of your demands was your own place. It was that or the barn, and if it isn't good enough then you need to get off your damn high horse and learn you're not worth emptying my pockets for like that. I'm already wearing myself thin with you; when I shouldn't have to. If it's that big of a problem, go back to the Rickman's where they sexually harass and overwork you — the whole town knows, Harry" My dad explained when Harry gave him a quick alarmed look, "If you as much disrespect my family or my animals, your ass will be strung on the damn hook in front of town. Do you understand me?" Dad warned, Harry's jaw tight as he nodded, turning around on his heel and quite literally stomping back to the rabbit shack.

Dad turned to me, asking, "Are you alright?" And when I nodded his eyes narrowed at me, "Now Delaney Nicole Fallen, you are 26 years old. You are old enough to know better than to start some bullshit with the rancher! He's here to help us. He has his problems, we knew that. I'm not saying be a pushover, but you also need to pull it together and figure out how we're going to fix it; rather than drive him away! I know I told Harry he needs to get off high horse but you know just as much as I do how much we need his help. Can you try and make this transfer easier, please? I've already paid him his first check. That's a lot of money to lose out on just for his ungrateful ass to go wondering back to those cock suckers—"

"Dad!" I shrieked, my cheeks flushing at his foul language. 

His eyes rolled, "You know what I'm saying" he said, myself nodding, "Wren will take your place at the market whilst you show Harry around on the farm, alright?"

"What? I thought you were doing that?" I questioned, completely blindsided by this new task I was given.

Surely he isn't just tossing me into the wolves with my crush, right?!

"I have to go to the Fosters and help with their hoof maintenance on their horses. I was supposed to be their yesterday, but you know Mimi and all her fucking shenanigans" He huffed, "Could barely find time in my day to eat let alone go a few ranches over and help out"

I nodded, my lips pursed, "So I have to do what?"

"Show Harry the reins. How we do things, how we use our animals. Has Louie already been a little shit?" He asked, myself chuckling as I shook my head.

Louie was my mothers beloved long haired brown chihuahua. He was our only dog that didn't have a single job on the ranch but to be a pain in everyone's ass; and he did it well.

"Louie is with Grandma"

"Good, keep that ankle biter away from my rancher before he tries to run for the fucking hills again. I just need him to know where things are, and Morgan is busy at Gavin's family's for the weekend. I'm not asking for much–"

"He hated my house, dad" I reminded, offended that he thought this was a simple task.

Not only do I now have to be in close proximity with a guy who I've liked for far too long, but I've also gotten first hand experience with his notorious asshole attitude that hits just the right switch in me to make me forget all about his godlike appearance.

"Lane, if he truly hated it, he wouldn't have stomped back to it. He would've marched his overly expensive cowboy boots back to the Rickman's. Don't take his bullshit to heart, alright? Whatever he has going on isn't worth losing sleep over. Just make sure he's taking care of everything properly. You'll need to feed the dogs and cats. Harry said he won't do that" Dad informed me, my jaw dropping a little.

"What? Why?"

"He said it wasn't a part of his job description" my dad's eyes rolled again, my brow furrowed.

"It is, though?"

"I don't fucking know, Delaney. I just know I love those rascals more than I should. Speaking of, their grooming appointment was made on Tuesday. You and Keegan need to help your mother wrangle them up. Speaking of, tell Harry that means he'll have to take over the dogs jobs with the cattle and sheep whilst they're gone" he reminded me and I nodded, my hands stuffed in my jean pockets when I felt something medal.

Shit, his key

Before I could even process what I was holding, the sound of cowboy boots dragging against the gravel got louder.

"You locked me out of my own fucking house" he grumbled, glaring at me.

"No. I grabbed it so you didn't lock yourself out of your own house"

"Whatever. Let me in so I can get this shit over with" he huffed, not waiting for a response before turning around to walk away again.

I turned to my dad, my jaw tight, "I don't care how pretty his toned abs are or how helpful he is on this ranch. I'm ready to murder him, I swear to god" I warned, dad chuckling with a head shake.

"Breathe, Delaney. You'll make it out alive, promise. Now go let him in before he busts a window"

* * * *

Written on: July 18th, 26th, 28th, August 6th, 7th, September 8th 2023

Published on: September 8th 2023

Word Count: 3.9

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#fallenforyoubybrit #harrystyles #harrystylesoneshot #harrystylesfanfiction #harrystylesimagine #harrystylesfanfic #harrystyleswattpad #harry styles x oc #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #rancher!harry #harry!rancher #harrystylessmut #harrystylesblurb #dadrry #grumpy x sunshine

[melblogsgfreethruptsd]

This back half of Mercury Rx has really got me.

The most retrogrady of retrograde happened yesterday. Today I just realized that the night before I’d had a dream about a snake biting me repeatedly. It was really trying to get at me, wrestling up my arm, and my had was trying to restrain it behind the head so it couldn’t bite again, but I was unsuccessful. I had so many bites that I was being sent away to a “detox” camp where I had to stay for a week. Very confusing feelings after that part.

Well then the next day blows up, when my grandma calls and has my Dad on the line. She’s trying to get him to say Happy Birthday to me and my son, (because he never texted or called on the day). But see, DH had tried to tell my Dad about a surprise Zoom meet where friends and family where going to sing Happy Birthday. Except Dad never responded to any of the texts for days, DH got mad, and then sent some very very angry and rude texts.

So now here’s Dad on the line. He’s refusing to say anything. You can feel the anger seeping through the moment. Grandma is trying to have him just speak, and since he won’t she starts to get upset. Dad then curtly says, “I’m here, being forced”…

You can hear Grandma sadly croak “oh no” and start crying. There is no worse sound on this earth than your elderly Grandma crying. I’m on the other end, my heart is slamming in my chest, but I’m thinking HELL NO, we are not letting this put grief on Grandma!

I say, “First of all, I know DH sent some angry texts, and I did not know about it until later. I would not have been okay with it either, that’s not something I would have done.” His response about that? “Well I just think I should be able to respond when I feel like it.”

… Dafuq? 🤔😒 He goes into how upset NM has been, and all this time it’s been like I’m dead, and they don’t understand what happened that was so bad. *insert sound* (Here we GO! Here the fuck we go! Here the 👏🏼 fuck 👏🏼 we 👏🏼 go! )

It’s been 6 YEARS. Since the start of NC, which didn’t have to be full NC , bc it was up to NM to communicate and she chose NOT TO. Narcs gonna Narc! Here we go again with the martyrdom victim story that makes ME have to care about THEIR pain and hardship, when all the while they give ZERO fucks for mine!

But you know what, there was a lot I still hadn’t said. And it turned into an hour long phone call, where I laid out exactly my problem with NM. How disgusted I was with how she acted to my Grandparents, how she put on a gross display at Grandpas funeral, and how nasty it is that she continues to ice out Grandma, an elderly widow. And just like Grandpa I’m sure she’ll have no regret when Grandma leaves this world too. Sick.

All for what? My grandparents weren’t the problem. SHE is. She couldn’t have me, so she chose to dump on them instead. And it’s not my problem she chose to shut down in the aftermath. Boo hoo, she quit her job, doesn’t leave the house, doesn’t go to church or have friends, doesn’t cook or do laundry, doesn’t run errands…. Get Fkn help then. That’s YOUR responsibility. I went to therapy. I have Dx PTSD. Does THAT matter to them ?? N fkn O.

I told Dad, she was a bully when he wasn’t around. She was nasty. She continued to be nasty right up until 2016, when I said ENOUGH, I’m done being dumped on. I don’t trust her, I don’t even like her, I don’t know her either. I have almost zero happy memories with her.

Sadly from Dad, all I heard was the same justifications. We had a hard time, gave you what we could, NM was abused by her alcoholic family, maybe we spoiled you… SMH 🤦‍♀️ He STILL can’t hear me. I don’t feel like he gets it, at all. Even with all the new things I told him. It’s mind blowing. Like how? How are these people dead set on living with their own version of reality in their head? How do they just go on thinking they’re right in the end? It’s dead ass crazy making. It’s exactly why I walked away.

You are telling me nothing will change and I have to just put up and shut up, while NM does hack shit for herself, and I’m supposed to willingly endure so it’s easier for everybody else but me. I told that phrase to Dad several times during the call. Put up and shut up. It’s why they blew off my depression, blew off the illness I had in Virginia, blew off the YEARS of chronic illness I endured (again, all the while blaming me for not meeting their expectations), and now baring my soul, putting all my pain on the table, now having seen me ugly cry, ITS STILL THE SAME! ‼️‼️‼️

It’s surreal, hearing this person say how much they love and care for you, but this whole shitstorm situation is still going on and they don’t care, and they’re still saying “we matter more than you”…. And they don’t even hear it… they can’t even tell. And all the years of “praying” haven’t led them to anything. No path to redemption.

It’s so so ridiculous, even as I’m typing this out… just… so… my God. I will always have peace I did the right thing. This does not inspire guilt. I’m not afraid God has it out for me, I’m sure He knows and understands it all, likely far better than I ever will.

I have no idea what Dad is going to take home out of it. What will he say to NM. But every time these blow outs happen, they seem to think “oh this was good to get out” and then nothing changes after… they’re not seeing a need to change or even be more respectful to me 😑

Grandma also holds out hope that this helps, and things will get better, but I know sadly that’s not the case. I’m sorry Dads I’m the middle. It sucks, I know it does. But certain people have personal responsibility here, and guess what I’ve taken mine while no one else has. I appreciate that Dad IS more open and repentant , but it doesn’t make up for NM, and it’s not my problem.

Needless to say today, I had to cleanse my soul. I’ll pray on it again. Watch for a well timed message, or dream, but I won’t hold my breath. I was so proud of myself though. In all these years I’ve become very steadfast and clear. Much more courage to stand up and say , NO. The ability to impart very wise observations. Good for me. It won’t matter for them, but good for me. I’m proud of my personal growth.

I will say, right after the phone call Britney Spears put up her post on IG… did you see it? OMG, I wasn’t imprisoned or controlled like that, but the family dynamic of abuse is the same pattern.

#personal #toxic parents #emotional abuse #narcissism #ptsd #child abuse #trauma #aftermath #mom #manipulation #guilt trip #lack of empathy #scapegoating #black sheep #estranged #maternal narcissism #September #september 2022

[just-bible-musings]

Something has been wrong with my legs. I've been numb from the waist down for a week, and I can't feel my feet at all. I've done my own research and I think it's sciatica. The chiropractor seems to agree. I don't like doctors after the way they ruined my mom's health, but I don't have a choice.

I suppose it's a blessing in disguise, because all my efforts to try to get a doctor's appointment have simply made me hate this world more and look forward to the day when Jesus comes back to burn it all down.

I have at least learned how to walk with this new condition so that I'm no longer so unsteady, and I've started mixing up my routine so I'm not sitting down while I'm at home. But I still will need a doctor's note to be able to get one of those standing desks at work (I know I need one, I've been dealing with tailbone pain for 4 years). I'd hoped the chiropractor could give me one, but he said a doctor has to do that.

After days of prayer, research, and scanning through my insurance, I decided on an osteopath, because I'd rather have a holistic doctor that treats ME and not just my symptoms. There's only one on my insurance that's taking new patients. I can't schedule anything during a work day because their hold times + registration is longer than my break. So I decided to walk in. And I got told, "No, you'll have to call in so we can input it in our computer. No, we don't have a form you can fill out and hand back. There's only 2 of us receptionists, and we can't take that much time to register new patients over the counter." Granted, it's been years since my mom had to sign up as a new patient anywhere, but I don't remember her going through this. She just filled out a bunch of forms.

So I come home, I call, and the first thing I get told is that I'll have to call my insurance and get them to change my primary doctor, because even though I haven't gone to a doctor, it seems that my insurance automatically assigned me one when I signed up for health insurance. And when I looked at the list of doctors: they assigned me an OB doctor! Uh, hello?! I'm not pregnant, I'm not even married, I'm just fat. So first off, thank you very much for reminding me of all my insecurities. Second, where does anyone come off TELLING me who I am and am not supposed to see for my own health?!?!? I didn't think the government had socialized our medicine YET. I guess this is just the first step....

By the time I got that straightened out, I didn't have time to call the doctor's office back and get registered before they closed. Thursday, I went to the chiropractor and then did all my shopping that I hadn't done because it took me that long to be able to walk, so again, I didn't have time to call. Friday, their office closes at noon. Seriously??? Friday is like the best day for people to come in so they have a whole weekend to recover from all the crap the doctor did to them, and find out if the new meds are gonna work for them before they try to go back to work!

So I figured, "well, they're open on Saturdays, I'll call this morning."

"Oh, we only register new patients during the week."

I haven't been able to feel my feet in a week. Do they give a fig? No. "We're a business, and you're gonna do things OUR way."

I am so livid right now. My mom is old enough that when she was a little girl, her mom could call the doctor in the middle of the night- like, the actual doctor, not just his office- and he'd either make a housecall at 2 in the morning, or grandma could take my mom to HIS HOUSE.

Nowadays, it's all big business, and all run by a computer. And it makes me so FURIOUS!!! I am not a computer, I do not appreciate being treated like one!

If I didn't feel like God wanted me to go to an osteopath, I would try a different clinic, because I am already thoroughly disgusted with this one.

I have to wonder if this is just one other thing God has done to show me just how bad the world is, and to make me pray for Jesus to return soon. Because with me, it may start out personal, but then I start seeing the bigger picture, how things are leading up to Revelation. I may be wrong, but I still believe the Mark of the Beast is driven by the Internet.

Father, please save as many people as what are willing to turn their hearts to you. And when there are none left that will, please send your Son to reap the harvest and burn the chaff.

And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. Genesis 6:5

But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.  For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark,  And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. Matthew 24:37-39

#testimony #doctors #revelation #prayer

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

i dont really know much about american girl dolls but i think theyre really cool! do you think you could tell me about your favorite one?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES YES YESSSSSSS! IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AGHHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG.

Okay um... I didn't just do that. Fr fr. No I'm cool.

Okay... who do I infodump about? I read Caroline Abbott, cécile Ray, and Marie Grace Gardener's books growing up, but I own Kit and Maryellen.

I think imma go with Kit Kittridge, from 1930's Cincinnati, Ohio

OKAY SO. I NEVER READ ANY BOOKS PAST MEET SO I REALLY DONT KNOW TOO MUCH BUT I WATCHED THE MOVIE SO...

her meet outfit looks like this

"Shes (not) a faking lying blone schemer and her name isn't Kit... ITS MARGRET"

Had to throw a total drama reference in there, but it's true. Her real name is Margaret Mildred Kittridge. She was named after her mom and like... grandma, but like she wasn't her grandma? Idk it's hard to explain. I know what I mean so I guess it works. She got the name Kit because when she was a kid her father sang this song that went like "pack up your troubles in your old kit bag" and kit loved it so she would always say "dad! Sing the Kit song!" And the name stuck. (The song is a bop and I obsessively listened to it last year when I first heard the actual song.)

Idk if you want to listen to it it's there. I did research on it but that's a whole separate thing. Also yes it does use the f slur. It was regarding cigarettes (damn British people)

Okay... storyline (I remember the movie more. I only read the beforever book too so my memory of the actual story is a bit tainted. And because the beforever books are honestly horrible because they cut out legitimately the entire story to make it shorter, I will be referring to the movie.)

So the movie starts out with kit going to her brother Charlie's place of work to turn in a newspaper she wrote herself (he works at the Cincinnati News thingy. Idk I don't read the news.) In the book he is living at home about to leave for uni, and he doesn't go because they are too poor. So this guy is like "hey this is a giant company... we can't take ur newspaper sorry" and she goes home.

When she gets there there are two hobos who need a job for some food and she brings them to her mom so they can get some. Tbh I can't remember their names. One is this like... tall white boy, and the other is a child. He isn't white. He's prolly black but idk. The mom, Margret is hanging out with Judgy socialites and she is nice but the others are not. One of them makes a comment about how it's disgusting how they don't have a place to live (keep her in mind she is important later.) Then her and three other girls go into a treehouse together and take an oath of allegiance to the treehouse club. It's basically about women who did great things like Amelia Earheart. In it is her best friend Ruth-Ann "Ruthie" Smithens, and two other girls. They are sisters and live across the street.

Unfortunately in the middle of the oath the look outside to see the girls mom weeping outside the house, and all of their furniture being moved out. A foreclosure sign was being nailed into their front yard. Both girls ledt to never be seen again. Seriously where did they go? Anyway this didn't really affect our unvothered queen Kit and she decided to write a newspaper article about it for her father to read. (In the book he came home in a car, in the movie he walked. Idk why tbh.) It deeply bothered him and he had a sad demeaner

Nothing really happens for a bit if I remember right, until she goes on a little trip to the store or something and she sees a little dog with a sign that says "name is grace. Can't feed anymore" and she begs her mom to get her. She reluctantly says yes and suddenly a man runs by with a stolen wallet. He has a parrot tattoo. Remember that for later too.

That night her snobby rich uncle came over and raged over the fact they adopted a dog and nothing else really happened. He has more importance in the books I think.

Anyway. Remember that socialite from earlier? Yeah. She becomes homeless. Karma. Margret, who felt they were doing fine invited her to live with them, and she did. She moved in with her son whatsitsface or whatever. Idk he's not #girlpower or whatever. He is girlypop. Defo fr. Anyway in the book he's like "frail" or whatever and kit hates him for it. So not slay kit. Be nice to him (I just rememyhis name was Stirling.)

Anyway her dad comes home from work and is concerned about the fact they moved in and then kit goes to school. There is a bully and Stirling essentially tar and feathered him (kits school outfit ft. Maryellen because this is the only one I took btw)

Anyway so basically they're taking a field trip to the food kitchen to help the less fortunate and kit sees her dad and throws a hissy fit saying she hates her dad or something. In the book he just sold the car and that's what set her off. He went to Chicago or something and she got so mad and typed on the typewriter about how stupid Chicago was and money and how she hated her dad, then scrapped the letter and wrote about how cool the boarders she took in were. Yes boarders. The ones in the book seem lame. It was like a few teachers and a doctor or something idk. In the movie tho, a dancer, a librarian, a magician, then of course Stirling and his mom.

Nothing really happens for a while excepy that those two hobos have been working for them still and Margret gives them the dad's old boots. That's important to know.

Kit goes to the hobo camp with Stirling, Ruthie, and the two hobos and she writes a newspaper about it. She tries to get this one published but fails again.

Then she goes home and her family and all boarders put their values into a box and hid it in the house because Ruthies dad (a rich banker who keeps none of his money in the bank) was robbed. Actually it was robbed by some guy... no someone they know. They had kits dad's shoes. YES JT WAS THE HOBOS. but they wouldn't do that... would they? No... because the culprit has a parrot tattoo and neither had that!!!

So basically they were framed... but by who?

No time to figure it out because the kitties were robbed and their house was foreclosed. They had only a little bit to move out, but until that one of the boarders' cousins moved in. Kit saw that he had a tattoo and investigated his room while they were gone. She found EVERYTHING that was stolen, and chased them down. They found her Ruthie and Stirling and they got into this epic chase. Because they could read hobo they figured out which way the camp was and switched the sign backwards. The hobos knew them, and liked them, so they hid them when the people came (the magician, his cousin, and the librarian oddly enough) and they threatened the hobos. Basically the popo caught them or something and the other hobos were released (oh yeah I forgot to mention the short one ended up being trans omg)

Kit won her family a cash reward because it turned out they were like major criminals, then she wrote a newspaper article, got it published, and got like 3k in modern day money from it. They were saved.

Thanksgiving day came up and it was pretty normal, except now there were boarders. Then the door rings. Kit jumps up thinking it's her dad and it ends up being every single hobo from camp bringing a different kind of hobo food. Also the trans one learned to read thats like a whole sub plot I forgot to mention. She reads in front of the whole group of people and everyone is happy, except for kit. She misses dad. All of a sudden in the isolating quiet of such a loud place she looks outside and sees a figure. HER DAD.

Anyway that was basically it tbh but here are some other outfits I have

#anon you just made my year tbh. #Kit J #kit kittridge #american girl #Lesbian icon

[agustdakasuga]

A Good Impression

Genre: Romance, fluff, oneshot

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Characters: UniStudent!Yoongi (music major), UniStudent!reader (biology major)

Summary: After dating for so long, it’s finally time for Yoongi to meet your family. You thought that you would be the nervous one, turns out Yoongi was the one having the meltdown. 

“You know… I thought I would be the one freaking out about this while you are your usual chilled self. I guess the turns have tabled.” You chuckled as you leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped your coffee. Your boyfriend, who was running around the house, stopped and glared at you. 

“Nice to know that you find this funny.” He scoffed. 

“Yoon... There’s honestly nothing to be worried about. My family is chill... kind of. Just be yourself and you’ll be fine, that’s all they care about. Your genuine self.” You smiled. 

“Aegi, you’re a part of the family so you think they’re okay. I’m basically a stranger with potential to take advantage of you.” He sighed. 

“Hmm. You do make sense.” You nodded in agreement. 

“Aegi! You’re supposed to be reassuring me, not agreeing with my overthinking thoughts.” Yoongi shuffled over to you to hug you. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him. 

“At least you admit that you’re overthinking.” You pat his shoulder. Lifting his head to face you, you squished his cheeks and gave him a peck. Yoongi was going to meet your family for the first time and naturally, he was worried. He wanted to make a good impression, be seen as a good boyfriend that was good enough to take care of you.

“Be the Min Yoongi that I fall in love with every day.” 

“Okay, the cheesiness is not necessary.” Yoongi scrunched his face in disgust, making you roll your eyes. 

“Can we go now then?” You laughed as you went to the room to get your bag. While you didn’t live with Yoongi permanently, you did stay over at his place from most of the time because it was nearer to your university.

“Where’s the wine?!” You heard Yoongi scrambling outside to find the gifts he bought for your parents. It wasn’t ideal for Yoongi to be meeting your parents for the first time, with your extended family being there but with busy schedules, it was the best time. 

“Are you sure your mother would like this?” Yoongi asked you.

“Yes. She doesn’t like wine but she does like orange chocolates.” You smiled, patting his shoulder. 

“Let’s go then. We shouldn’t be late.” Yoongi habitually took your overnight bag from you to help you carry it while you locked up the house. Holding your hand, the both of you walked to the carpark. 

“My grandma is actually excited to meet you. And she’s the head of the family so if she likes you, you’re safe.” You said as you put your seatbelt on.

“That’s... comforting...” He forced a smile. 

“Well, now I know how you felt when you said you were nervous meeting my family.” Yoongi placed his hand over your thigh as he drove. You nodded your head, squeezing his hand.

“Home sweet home.” You sighed happily as Yoongi parked the car. Yoongi carried your things for you as you both headed up to your parents’ house.  Before taking the lift up, you stopped and turned to him, his hand was cold and shaky. You gave him a soft smile, giving him some time to calm himself down and to breathe.

“Yoon, breathe.” You squeezed his hand. 

“I just want them to like me.” He whispered. 

“They will. Just be yourself, you’re perfect just the way you are.” You kissed his cheek. When Yoongi was ready, he pressed the lift button. You rode the lift up and now stood before your front door. 

“Hang on.” You let go of his hand temporarily to fish out your keys and open the door. 

“I’m home! Yoongi is here too.” You announced. You heard footsteps and your parents came to view. Yoongi stood back, politely giving you the space to hug and greet your parents. 

“Oh, (y/n) ah! What did I say about making others carry your things for you?” Your dad sighed, seeing Yoongi carry your bags. Yoongi blinked in confusion as you waved him closer, taking your bags from him so he could properly greet your parents. 

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Min Yoongi.” He bowed. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Yoongi.” Your mom shook his hand with a warm smile. Your dad just nodded, still slightly on guard. 

“I brought some gifts.” Yoongi handed the wine to your dad and the chocolates to your mother. Your dad raised an eyebrow as he scanned the wine bottle, eyebrows raised in scrutiny.

“I’m guessing (y/n) told you my favourite wine.” He commented, making you slap his arm, glaring at him to be nice. 

“Ah, let’s not stand in the doorway. Come in.” Your mom ushered all of you into the house. Your dad took a seat on the couch while Yoongi stood there awkwardly, not sure whether to sit or stand since you went to put your bags in your room first. Yoongi stared at the entrance of your room, like a puppy waiting for its owner. 

“(y/n), go get Yoongi a drink, dear.” Your mom spoke. You nodded and walked to the kitchen. 

“It’s okay. Let me help.” Yoongi rushed to follow you into the kitchen. Turning to look back if your parents were there, Yoongi stood behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“You’re doing good.” You patted his head as you took cups out to pour Yoongi and yourself a drink. Yoongi sighed as he took the cups from you. 

“Oh! Am I interrupting something?” Your mom came in. You smiled and shook your head, lightly pushing Yoongi to the exit of the kitchen so you could speak to your mom privately for a bit. He gave you a fearful look but obeyed.

“I told the rest of the family to come a little later. Let Yoongi settle in for a bit and get comfortable before the rush comes. You know how your dad’s family can get... overwhelming.” Your mom said as she continued cooking the food for the gathering tonight. You hummed and nodded your head. 

“Thanks. I better go before dad makes him pee himself.” You laughed and walked out of the kitchen. 

“Aegi, let me go help your mom.” Yoongi stood up when you came. 

“Oh?” You blinked at your dad.

“Yes, now that (y/n) is here, we can’t talk.” Your dad smiled teasingly, taking a sip of his coffee. You scrunched your nose while Yoongi let out a small laugh. He bowed to your dad before going to the kitchen.

“What did you talk about?” You asked your dad as you took Yoongi’s previous seat. Your dad merely shrugged, feigning ignorance.

“Dad!” You threw the pillow at him. 

“Aish, go get me more coffee and let me read my papers.” He shooed you off. Glaring at him, you grabbed his empty mug and stood up, going to the kitchen. You saw your mom chatting with Yoongi.

“Are you being a good helper?” You asked Yoongi.

“He is. A lot better than you, at least.” Your mom laughed. You gave her a flat look, proceeding to refill your dad’s mug before stomping out. When it came to cooking, you and your mother would usually have your own ways of doing things so you made a mutual agreement to not be in the kitchen at the same time. If she was cooking, you tried not to hang around the kitchen.

“Can you please taste this to see if there is enough salt?” You heard Yoongi ask your mom, making you smile. 

“What are you sneaking around suspiciously for?” Your dad’s sudden appearance made you jump. You yelped and held your chest in shock as he laughed loudly. 

“Are you going to have lunch? There’s some fried rice I made earlier.” Your mom popped her head out. Your dad nodded and walked to get himself a bowl. 

“I’m good. Yoongi made a heavy breakfast.” You smiled. 

“What about you, Yoongi?” Your dad asked. 

“I’m good as well. (y/n) said there was going to be a lot of food tonight so I filled up for breakfast instead.” Yoongi explained. You decided to unpack your bag so Yoongi tagged along, leaving your parents to have their lunch. 

“Wow, first time I see your childhood room since we started dating.” Yoongi looked around.

“Not much to look at.” You shrugged. Yoongi sat on your bed as you unpacked. He dug into the bag, taking out the items and stacking them together neatly for you so all you had to do was take them and put them into the cupboards or the laundry basket. 

“Let me bring this out for you.” Yoongi grabbed the already full laundry basket and brought it out. But then, he realised he didn’t even know where he was supposed to bring it. 

“Sorry to interrupt, where can I put this?” He asked. 

“Oh my! Thank you for bringing that out for her. Ah, that girl seriously made you bring out her dirty laundry.” Your mom clicked her tongue.

“No, it’s okay. I offered to bring it out. But it’s heavy, so let me carry it.” Yoongi smiled. Your mom nodded and led him to the laundry room to place the basket temporarily until there was more washing to be done. 

“YOON! I LEFT MY PHONE CHARGER AT YOURS!” Your shout was heard, probably throughout the entire apartment building. 

“I packed it for you at the side pocket.” Yoongi replied calmly as he walked to your room to help you. 

“(y/n), I think the whole building knows you can’t find your charger now!” Your dad said from his seat at the dining table. Your mom shook her head with a smile as she walked back. It seemed that Yoongi was not even phased by your little panicked moments, it was like he was so used to them now. She cleared the table of the dishes.

“Anything I can help with?” Yoongi appeared, already rolling his sleeves up to help wash the dishes. 

“Aigo, Yoongi ah. It’s okay, just relax and make yourself comfortable. You’ve been helping since you’ve entered the house, more so than my own daughter. Speaking of, where is she?” Your mom asked. 

“(y/n) wanted to take a nap before the rest of the family came. She stayed up finishing her paper last night.” Yoongi smiled. 

“That girl... Just leaving you for her to sleep.” She shook her head. 

“It’s fine. She was having a headache from the lack of sleep. Plus, she was excited to hang out with her cousins again after so long so she would need the energy.” Yoongi laughed. 

“She’s lucky someone is here to justify her sleeping.” Your dad entered with a snort, going to the fridge to get himself a snack. Since there wasn’t anymore prep to do, Yoongi and your parents sat together in the living room to talk, your parents getting to know Yoongi a little more.

“I play basketball but I’m not on the university team, wanted to focus on my studies more.” Yoongi explained. 

“That’s the right decision.” Your dad nodded his head.

“Are you working now? (y/n) never really tells us how you support yourself.” Your mom asked.

“I produce some music from time to time with artists. Since I’m studying music, it builds connections and helps me earn some loyalty money. I make samples for bigger companies to mix and use.” He said. 

“Wow, that’s impressive.” 

“I just started not too long ago so there’s still a lot to learn. Before this, I was just a food delivery boy.” Yoongi informed. 

“Oh yes, I think (y/n) told us about the horrible accident that you were in. The one that hurt your shoulder.” Your mom had a worried frown on her face. Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly but nodded his head nonetheless, taken aback by your mom’s worry for him. He didn’t know how much you’ve told your parents about him and his past. 

“Well, if you ever need any help with it, I have some friends in the medical field that might be able to help you. I can’t imagine what it’s like to live with the pain everyday.” Your dad said. 

“Thank you so much, sir.” Yoongi bowed his head.

As they continued to chat, your parents were impressed by Yoongi. He was humble and modest, he spoke well and they could just tell how he cared for you, noticed the little things that he did for you.

“Sorry, I have to go wake (y/n) up.” Yoongi checked his watch and stood up with an apologetic bow. 

“She never knows how to set her own alarm.” Your mom clicked her tongue. Yoongi laughed but walked to your room. He knocked the door lightly, going to your still figure. 

“Aegi. Time to wake up, aegi.” He said softly, kissing your forehead. 

“No...” You whined, turning to face the other way.

“Aegi, the rest of your family is coming soon. You have to get ready. Come on.” He rubbed your back to coax you like a child. You groaned and held your arms up for him to hug you, which he did. He made you sit up, with you just leaning against his chest.

“Go wash up. I’ll wait for you.” Yoongi said softly. He felt you nod before you finally used your energy to stand up and shuffle to your toilet. You washed your face and brushed your teeth.

“Is she awake?” Your dad appeared at the door. 

“Yes, sir. She’s washing up.” Yoongi informed. Your dad nodded and walked away. You came out from the toilet, stretching your limbs properly. 

“My head still hurts.” You groaned. Yoongi took some painkillers out for you, handing you his bottle of water. You popped the pills into your mouth, chasing it with a swig of water.

“What did you do while I napped?” 

“Talked to your parents...” Yoongi replied rather meekly. You hummed, crawling into his lap to sit for a bit. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. You didn’t want to freak him out by telling him that when your other relatives come, it’s going to be way more chaotic, so you patted the top of his head.

“At least Namjoon is going to be here so not all my relatives coming are going to be strangers.” 

“Aegi, did you forget that Namjoon treats boyfriend Yoongi differently from his friend Yoongi?” He reminded with a groan. Namjoon was your childhood best friend that became your god brother, he’s practically part of the family. 

He was good friends with Yoongi before you even knew Yoongi. But when he found out that Yoongi was your boyfriend, Namjoon became a little more overprotective. 

“He abuses his older brother status way too much.” You scoffed. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“(y/n), your grandma is here.” Your mom said from the other side of the door. You and Yoongi stood up, going out to greet your grandmother. Immediately feeling like a kid again, you squealed and ran to her with open arms, engulfing her in the biggest hug ever.

“You’re still like a big baby.” She patted your back with a big smile. Your grandmother raised you since your parents were always working so you were a lot closer to her than your cousins. 

“How are you?” You grinned. 

“I’m good, my dear. You’ve gotten skinnier, what did I say about taking care of yourself while you’re at university?” She caressed your cheek. 

“You must be Yoongi.” She turned to Yoongi, who stood behind you. You kept your arm around her and she did the same as she stepped up to Yoongi. He put his hands together and bowed respectfully to her. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“It’s nice to finally meet you. The boy who stole my baby’s heart.” She smiled up at you, who grinned back at her. Yoongi nodded, cheeks blushing slightly. Your grandmother let go of you and held Yoongi’s hands in her own. He blinked in slightly surprise, unsure of what to do. She scanned him up and down as Yoongi gulped. 

“Hmm...” Your grandmother didn’t say much before your dad directed her to take a seat. Before you could, Yoongi went to the kitchen to get your grandmother a drink. 

“Yoongi has been very helpful since he came. All (y/n) did was sleep.” Your mom joked. 

“I was tired~” You whined. Your grandmother stroked your head with an understanding smile. It was long before the rest of your uncles, aunts and cousins arrived. You greeted them all with big hugs. 

“This is Yoongi.” You introduced them all to one another. Yoongi bowed his head, despite knowing that some of them were definitely younger than him.

“Hey.” They all politely shook hands with Yoongi instead. They introduced themselves to him. There was awkwardness in the air but you placed your hand on Yoongi’s arm, making sure that he was at least breathing. Your family was usually reserved until they get to know people.

“You’re the first boy that (y/n) brought to meet the family.” Your aunt giggled, making you blush.

“I-” You coughed. 

“Namjoon, you said you know him right?” Your cousin turned to Namjoon, who was busy being smothered by your mom in hugs and affectionate smiles. Namjoon came over and nodded his head.

“Guys, be nice.” You scolded. 

“We are.” You were all ushered to the living area, where your grandmother was. Yoongi sat beside you on the couch as you caught up with your grandmother, but he could feel the judgemental stares from the rest of the family, who were trying to ‘vibe check’ him. He gulped nervously, not even noticing when you called him. 

“Yoon.” You patted his thigh, making him blink and turn to you in confusion. You chuckled and held his hand to calm him down.

“I was telling my grandma how well you cook. And how you make sure I am always fed, never hungry or missing my meals.” You explained and Yoongi nodded his head. 

“What do you like to cook, Yoongi ah?” Your grandmother asked. 

“Korean food, mostly. But (y/n) likes pasta so I try to make her favourite Western foods too.” He straightened. 

“I do have a lot of cravings.” You nodded in agreement. Your family was very into food so you grew up eating a lot of different foods and experimenting in the kitchen with your family. 

You left Yoongi for a bit to help your mom bring the food out and make sure that everyone had a drink, to be a good host. 

“Ah! It’s raining. Mind helping me bring the washed clothes in from the balcony?” Your mom requested. You hummed and went to the balcony to gather all the clothes, bringing them to your room so you could quickly fold them. Sitting on your bed, the door suddenly opened. 

“Aegi.” Yoongi quickly closed the door behind him. 

“What’s wrong?” You put the shirt in the pile, seeing Yoongi all flustered and relieved to see you. 

“N-Nothing.” He stood at the edge of the bed. You moved the folded pile of clothes to the side so he could sit down. He chewed on his bottom lip while you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Did my family harass you?” 

“No! They’re actually really nice, all of them. I just... am awkward with all the attention. You know I don’t like the spotlight.” He mumbled. 

“It’s okay, I understand how overwhelming they can be. Don’t worry, you can hide here with me until the laundry is folded.” You laughed. Leaning over, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and resumed your task. When you were done, you put the laundry basket down on the ground and began to put whatever was yours away. 

“I feel like I’m not acting the right way around them. I just want them to like me but I’m so awkward.” Yoongi rambled on as he passed you the stacks of clothing to put away in your cupboard and drawers. 

“Uh huh...” You gave short replies, not wanting to interrupt his rant too much. And honestly, you found him so adorable in this state.

“This is hard.” He groaned. You gave him another hug, in hopes of somehow comforting him. Yoongi was naturally an introvert so it took a lot for him to be comfortable around new people. 

“You’re trying your best and like I said Yoon, your true self is your best self.” You pulled away to look at his face.

“I want them to think I’m good enough for you.” 

“You are! My grandmother likes you, that’s all that matters. She has the final say in the family.” You giggled. Yoongi’s nerves still weren’t calmed so you just stood there, in each others’ arms until he was ready. That is, until there was a knock on the door. 

“(y/n), you shouldn’t be in your room the entire time family is here.” Your dad’s voice sounded. 

“You okay?” You asked Yoongi. He nodded and gave you a kiss before you exited the room together, hand in hand. Your cousins offered you a glass of wine and held one out to Yoongi as well. 

“No, thank you. I’m driving.” Yoongi smiled. 

“Everyone’s started eating already, Yoongi. Help yourself, okay?” Your mom patted his shoulders. 

“Thank you.” He went to get a plate, napkin and some cutlery. But he wasn’t actually getting food for himself, he mainly got food for you first, putting your favourites on a plate. 

“Try the shrimp?” 

“Oh, this is actually (y/n)’s plate so she can’t have shrimp cause of her allergies. She’s busy catching up with her cousins so I thought I’d get her a plate so she could eat and talk.” Yoongi told your aunt. She nodded her head. Her smile grew as she watched Yoongi approach you and place the plate in front of you. Only then did he come back to get his own plate. 

“The japchae is really good today.” Your uncle complimented. 

“Yoongi made it! I told him to try his own recipe and it turned out so well. It’s really delicious, Yoongi ah.” Your mom laughed. Yoongi blushed and bowed his head graciously. 

“So Yoongi, what do you do in your free time?” 

“I play basketball and enjoy reading. But recently, I’ve been producing music for work.” He replied. 

“Woah. So you can make music and stuff?” Your younger cousins were in awe, making you giggle. Yoongi nodded his head.

“That’s so cool. All (y/n) talks about is science-y stuff and it gets so boring some times.” They groaned in annoyance, making you glare at them. Wait until they need your knowledge then they’ll come crawling to you for help. Yoongi snickered, casually putting his arm around you.

“My mum recently started me on piano lessons.” One announced gleefully. 

“You’re so lucky. I had to teach myself when I was older, right before joining university.” Yoongi smiled. 

“Do you want another drink?” Yoongi asked, nodding over to your empty wine glass. 

“I’ll get it myself, don’t worry. I hope there’s more and my dad hasn’t finished the bottle off.” You laughed and patted his shoulder before going to get a refill. As your aunt poured more into your glass, you had some conversation with your aunts and uncles for the first time that night. When you came back, you weren’t expecting to see your niece in Yoongi’s lap. 

“Yeah, like that. You can press this to try.” Yoongi had his hand wrapped around hers, teaching her to press the sound buttons on his iPad, which had his sound machine app.

“I want the drums.” She declared. 

“Drums are here, you can choose which one you like. Then drag and drop it like this.” Yoongi directed her.

“What are you doing?” You sat back down. Your niece animatedly explained to her how Yoongi was helping her make music and how she was producing music like him. 

“Wow, that’s amazing.” You pinched her cheek with a smile. Namjoon came and sat with you to finally catch up on what you’ve been up to.

“You make it sound like you don’t text me every day.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. That’s true, you do text Namjoon everyday to update him on happenings in your life, even if they were not that eventful. You were just used to talking to him everyday and telling him everything.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You realised your boyfriend had left. You left the table to go find him, seeing him in the kitchen with your mom and your grandma, conversing to them as he did the dishes with them.

“You’ve done nothing but help since you’ve come here, Yoongi. Thank you, you’re doing so much despite being our guest.” Your mom laughed. Yoongi shook his head. 

“It’s nothing tedious at all. I’m glad I can be of some help at all.” He laughed. Then they asked about his family.

“So your entire family is in Daegu while you’re here alone in Seoul?” 

“Yes. My parents sent me here to study for high school. My brother and mother own a restaurant in Daegu.” He explained.

“Wow, must not have been easy coming here on your own.” Your grandma said from her seat at the side prep table. She mainly sat while Yoongi and your mom did the washing up. 

“It wasn’t... It was the first time I was on my own and had to provide for myself so juggling school and a job at that time was tough. But I was grateful for the opportunity. I was the lucky one that got to be sent to Seoul to study. I wasn’t going to give up and just run back to Daegu when things were tough, wasting my parents’ money.” Yoongi said. 

“That’s very filial of you, Yoongi.” Your mom nodded her head in approval. You smiled to yourself, feeling your heart swell with pride.

“(y/n) couldn’t have found a better partner. She’s lucky to have you to support her cause I know that girl. She’ll keep everything in, she needs the support.” Your grandma laughed. 

“No, I’m lucky to have her. Each day that I know her, she makes me a better person.” He smiled softly. 

“Are you eavesdropping?” You jumped at Namjoon’s sudden appearance. The 3 in the kitchen turned to you, finally noticing you. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment at getting caught. 

“Aegi? Are you okay?” Yoongi blinked. Keeping your head down, you shuffled over to him and put your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest to hide your embarrassed face. Yoongi wrapped his arms around you while you mumbled something.

“I can’t understand you, aegi.” He chuckled. 

“Don’t make fun of me...” You whined, hitting his chest lightly. He continued to pat your back to coax you like a child. Your grandma and mom laughed at Yoongi’s endearing behaviour towards you. 

After sending everyone off, you and Yoongi decided to go for a walk together. Your mom insisted that Yoongi stay the night, in the guest room of course. 

“It wasn’t so bad.” Yoongi sighed. 

“I’m glad my family didn’t scare you off. They can be... intimidating to some.” You giggled. Yoongi let out a laugh, squeezing the hand that he held. 

“They’re all very nice. Loud... but friendly and warm. My family is a lot quieter and reserved so this was very different but a nice different.” Yoongi smiled softly. You nodded in agreement. Your family was everything to you, for them to like Yoongi and vice versa, was all you could ever ask for. Everyone had good things to say about Yoongi, including your grandma. 

“Grandma said she looks forward to seeing you at the next family gathering.” You informed. Yoongi nodded his head, he would be more than happy to come back and get to know your family better.

“Thank you, aegi.” He suddenly said. 

“What are you thanking me for?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“For believing in me and accepting my true self. Today, I could finally see where you get your kindness from.” He faced you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t thank me, Yoon. Your true self is always your best self. I’m just happy my family could see that and love that version of you as well.” You grinned. 

“What would I do without you?” He leaned forward to hug you.

“Perish.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a peck on the cheek. 

~

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Grabbing Smoke

As much time as Sam spent with her best friends, sometimes she enjoyed a little bit of time alone.

Tucker was helping his mother bake cookies for some kind of fundraiser for the hospital, and Danny was busy visiting Pandora for fighting lessons. Apparently they were using swords today.

As fun as it sounded, Sam opted to stay behind, it had been a while since she'd been down to the park to feed the ducks. She didn't get quiet moments like that very often any more.

There was an uncharacteristic skip to her gait as she walked to the park, a canvas tote bag swinging from her arm.

Living in Amity Park, and especially hanging around with Danny, gave her an eerie sense to when something was amiss. Nothing quite like Danny's ghost sense, but she'd learned to detect a particular chill to the air, a prickling at the back of her neck. It could easily be mistaken for a chilly breeze, but Sam knew better. The crunch of gravel under Sam's boots was the only sound permeating the still air, not even the trees were rustling.

She continued her walk through the park, past the wishing fountain and through a trail where the trees grew slightly more dense.

The trail opened up to a large pond, it wasn't anything especially picturesque, the reeds were a little overgrown, the ground was muddy, but there were a few simple weather worn benches by the path that looped around the water.

Sam took a seat, pulling out a bag of frozen peas. She opened it, tipped a few into her hand and tossed them into the water.

The ducks immediately sped across the pond toward her, fighting for the peas that the turtles hadn't already gotten to.

Instead of grabbing another handful, she held the bag out to the empty seat to her left, waiting for a moment before shaking the bag impatiently.

A green hand slipped into the bag, pulling out a handful of peas before tossing them into the water.

"How'd you know I was here?" Kitty asked, now sitting visibly on the other end of the bench as Sam poured out more peas for both of them.

"I have my ways." Sam smirked. "What I want to know is why you've been following me all week."

"You knew for that long and you didn't say nothin'?" Kitty huffed. "Damn, I gotta up my game."

A duck waddled up and nibbled on her boot.

"Alright alright, ya hungry little doofus." Kitty lowered a hand full of peas and cooed as the duck happily ate from her palm. "Aww these guys aren't shy at all, do you come here a lot?"

"When I can." Sam tossed a few more peas into the water for the turtles. "So why are you following me?"

Kitty sat back and pressed her lips together, thinking.

"Look it's just... I don't remember much from when I was livin', you know? It's all sorta grey and fuzzy, I can't remember what anyone looked like, except Johnny." she tossed some peas to a smaller duck at the back of the group. "But as soon as I showed up here in town and I saw your face, I thought I felt... I dunno, somethin'. Like I'd seen you before, or maybe you just reminded me of someone, but I can't remember who, it's like grabbing smoke."

She lobbed a few peas a little harder than was necessary at the water. The turtles sucked them up greedily.

"So you've just been following me hoping you might remember something else?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Kitty sighed. "But it's not working."

Sam swung her foot idly between a pair of scuffling ducks, splitting them up before tossing out some more peas.

"Maybe I'm related to someone you knew. Where did you grow up?"

Kitty frowned down at the water.

"I... I don't know." she said, deflating somewhat. "I didn't even realise I forgot that."

Sam couldn't help but feel for her, Danny had told her that ghosts would often forget things from their past, especially once they'd been dead for longer than they'd been alive. Somehow she had never really considered how terrifying that must be.

"You know..." Sam started carefully. "I could show you some old family photos. Maybe you'll recognise someone?"

Kitty looked up, eyes shining brightly.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Why not?" Sam shrugged. "If you were here to cause trouble you would have done it by now."

"Aw, I never thought you'd wanna do something like that for me." said Kitty, smiling brightly. "You always seemed like such a bitch."

Sam laughed.

"If you'd spent a week being someone that wasn't Paulina, I would probably have seemed like less of a bitch."

"So you guys are big rivals or somethin'?" Kitty asked, grabbing some more peas and giggling as three ducks tried to eat from her hand at once.

"It's more that we have... conflicting ideologies. She thinks that appearances and reputation are the most important things in life, just like my parents." Sam lobbed some more peas into the water, they both watched them disappear as the turtles quickly snapped them up. "It's shallow and stupid, and I don't get why they have to push that shit on everyone. I don't care what people think, I just want to be whoever the hell I wanna be without having to fight for it all the time."

Kitty's face turned contemplative as she tapped her nails on the back of the bench.

"I think... I was like that." she said, slowly. "I wanted to feel fun and exciting, but my parents..."

She trailed off, frowning.

"My parents... I didn't like them. They didn't like me bein' the way I was, I can't really remember why."

Sam emptied out the last of the peas and scattered them over the ground, she scrunched up the empty packet and shoved it back into her tote bag.

"You know, if we went to school together we would probably have gotten along." said Sam as she stood up, gesturing toward the path. "Let's go check out those photos."

Instead of floating invisibly behind, Kitty walked by Sam's side as they headed back to her house. She idly waved at people as they drove past, grinning when someone stared a little too long and almost ran a red light.

"You know, it's nice bein' able to walk around in the day." Kitty said, skipping a little. "Wish I could do it more often."

"What's stopping you?"

"What do you think?" Kitty's lip pulled up in disgust. "Any time I show up your dumb friend sucks me up in his stupid thermos. Only reason I can walk around right now is because I got you as my get out of jail free card."

"Danny doesn't care if you just want to walk around." Sam scoffed. "He lets ghosts wander around town all the time, he only gets involved when you start breaking things."

"Uggghhh but just walking around is so boring." Kitty pouted. "I mean yeah it's nice and I like it but it gets old real quick."

"Then you'll have to get used to getting tossed back in the ghost zone. Do not pass go, do not collect $200."

"Don't you ever get sick of his goody goody attitude?" Kitty asked. "I mean you and I aren't so different right? You're all about the rebel gig, don't you ever feel like keyin' some asshole's car, or takin' a baseball bat to some mail boxes?"

"Only if they deserve it." said Sam with a smirk. "But I feel like you aren't especially picky about whose stuff you're breaking."

They approached the door to the Manson mansion, Sam hopped up the steps and stuck the key in the lock. She touched the mezuzah on the doorpost without a second thought before opening the door and standing aside to invite Kitty in.

The ghost stared up at her warily.

"I can't get past it."

"Past what?" Sam asked.

"The mezuzah, it keeps me out."

"What?" Sam frowned. "It hasn't stopped other ghosts from getting in."

"Well it stops me." Kitty insisted. "I think it's got somethin' to do with what we believed in when we were alive. I haven't got a problem with churches but when Johnny tried to ride his bike through one he couldn't get in. His mom raised him Catholic, he says he doesn't believe in any of that stuff, but I think he still does, deep down."

"So does that mean you were Jewish?" Sam asked, smiling curiously.

"I AM Jewish." Kitty crossed her arms. "Bein' a ghost hasn't changed that, it just... means that we got a few things a little wrong."

Sam thought about that for a moment, before stepping aside and gesturing toward the door again.

"Well, if you've been invited and you're not going to cause any trouble, then I don't see why you shouldn't be able to come in."

Kitty climbed the steps slowly, fingers reaching out and cautiously brushing over the mezuzah, she didn't feel anything unusual, no zap or burn or pain. She took a step through the doorway and passed the threshold without issue, no invisible force or barrier like the last time she tried to follow Sam inside.

"Well, what do you know." she said, grinning.

Sam lead her into a large, open planned kitchen and dining area, the tiles were bright white save for the specks of mud Sam's boots tracked through the room. The decor was minimalist, the atmosphere bland and sterile, she could smell some kind of citrus surface cleaner.

The back wall was all windows, leading to a patio surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass. As they approached, Sam turned, heading towards a door to their right.

The next room felt a lot more friendly, it was full of bookshelves and red tones. The lounges looked soft and inviting, a fireplace sat cold and empty against the back wall, but Kitty didn't have to try hard to imagine it roaring to life, filling the room with its warm glow.

"This is basically my Grandma's part of the house." Sam informed her, voice low. "Her bedroom is just through there, she's usually napping around this time of day so try not to make too much noise."

Kitty slipped off her jacket and laid it over the back of the lounge, already feeling at home in the cosy little room. She looked over the books as Sam fussed around some kind of large ornate chest.

"Here it is." She hefted a large photo album from the chest, carefully closing and latching it again. "Let's see if you recognise anyone in here."

Kitty sat down beside Sam as she opened up the pristine book, the outer cover was beige with the name Manson inscribed in golden cursive on the front. The first page was full of old faded photos, in greyscale or sepia tones.

"Ugh, I'm not that old." said Kitty, flicking ahead a few pages.

The pictures were colourful now, but still grainy, there was a young blonde boy in seventies style jeans leaning casually against a Chevrolet.

"Wait hold up," Kitty pointed at the boy. "Him, I feel like I've seen him before."

"That's my dad." said Sam, surprised. "His name is Jeremy, did you know him?"

Kitty hummed a little, gently tracing a finger over the picture.

"Jeremy... Jeremy, I'm not sure," she frowned. "But he definitely looks familiar."

They continued through the book, when suddenly Kitty slapped her hand down roughly on a photo of a pair of young women.

"Her! I know her! She was a mega bitch!"

"Shhh keep it down." Sam hissed.

"Sorry," Kitty pointed to the blonde girl in the photo. "That one! I don't know how I knew her, but I definitely knew her. She was a total brat."

Sam slipped the photo out of its sleeve and read the neat cursive on the back.

"This is... my Aunt Caroline, in 1985. She's my dad's sister." Sam looked up at Kitty, amused. "I can't believe you had beef with my family."

"Your family are snobs." Kitty sniffed. "Carrie was such a ditz, she thought she was sooo bitchin' because her daddy bought her a Mercedes."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Sam grimaced. "Did you guys go to school together or something?"

"Maybe..." Kitty took the photo from Sam's hand, staring intently. "I'm pretty sure I skipped school a lot, I hated it there. It was a private school, we had to wear uniforms, barf."

"I would never have guessed you were a private school kid." Sam shook her head. "But most people would say that about me so it's not like I can judge."

"You went to private school?" Kitty asked, "How'd you end up in that Casper High dump?"

"Got myself expelled." said Sam, voice thick with pride. "Elementary, middle and high school, got kicked out of all three."

"Damn, you're good."

Sam grinned, slipping the photo back in its sleeve and continuing to the next page.

Kitty pointed to a few other photos, remarking on their familiarity, but not quite able to grasp how she knew them, the memories only flickered in her periphery.

"Wait," Kitty whispered, fingers brushing over a polaroid containing three people. "This is..."

The picture looked as though it were taken at some kind of party, a man and a woman faced the camera, each with a glass of champagne raised in their hands. The woman's other hand rested on the shoulder of a teenage girl with auburn hair, pulled into a tidy braid. She stared glumly at the camera.

"That's Katherine." Sam said, pointing to the girl. "She was my dad's cousin, but she got hit by a car when she was-"

Sam paused, looking over at Kitty's wide eyes and then back to the photo.

"Noooo way." Sam pulled the photo out of the sleeve. "Is this you?"

Kitty took the photo in trembling hands.

"I... I forgot I used to look like that." she fiddled with a lock of her green, teased hair. "I remember this party, I didn't want to go but mom and dad threatened to take away all my records and cassettes if I didn't."

Sam stared at Kitty, mouth agape.

"You're Car Crash Katherine?! My dad talks about you all the time! He always told me about the shit you used to get up to, he'd tell me that any kind of 'rebellious behaviour' was a slippery slope to 'dying on the back of some delinquent's motorcycle'." Sam put a hand on Kitty's shoulder. "You were my bad influence role model."

Kitty's red eyes shone with tears, photo still in hand, she wrapped her arms around Sam.

"This is majorly wicked! My legacy lives on! Corrupting the youth from beyond the grave!" Kitty laughed. "My parents would go totally mental."

She stopped laughing, her face turning forlorn as she drew back from Sam and stared down at the picture.

"Are they still alive?" she asked, a tremble in her voice.

"Yeah..." said Sam. "They live in a retirement home in Florida. They don't come around very often."

Kitty traced a finger over their faces.

"I wonder if they miss me." she said quietly. "Or if they were glad to be rid of the family embarrassment."

Sam didn't answer, she had wondered the same thing herself, if her parents would even care if she died. They hadn't given her a lot of reason to think they would.

She rested a sympathetic hand on Kitty's arm.

"Oh, you have a friend over bubbeleh?" a croaky voice spoke from the bedroom doorway.

Sam and Kitty both turned to see Ida Manson shuffling into the room, cleaning her glasses with her sleeve.

"Sorry Grandma, we didn't mean to be too loud." Sam apologised. "This is my... um, friend, Kitty. Kitty this is my Grandma Ida-"

"Ida?!" Kitty shot to her feet, staring in shock at the old woman. "Aunt Ida?!"

Ida squinted at Kitty, before quickly setting her glasses back on her face.

"Well as I live and breath, is that you Kathy?"

"Oh my god this is getting super weird." Sam whispered.

Kitty leapt over the ottoman to wrap Ida up in a tight hug, the old woman was surprised for a moment, but held her warmly in return.

"It's me Aunt Ida! Not really living or breathing but it's me!" Kitty laughed breathlessly.

"Oh my goodness, when all the ghosts started showing up all over town I wondered if I would ever see someone I knew." She rubbed comforting circles on Kitty's back as the ghost choked on a few sobs. "It's good to see you again Kathy."

Ida pulled away and wiped a tear from Kitty's face.

"And I'm so glad you aren't stuck wearing what your parents buried you in."

Kitty couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

"Let me guess, it was that putrid blue dress, wasn't it?"

"The dress wasn't nearly as bad as what they did to your hair." Ida snickered, patting Kitty's hand. "It had little ribbons in it and everything."

"I almost forgot you." Kitty placed her palm gently against Ida's face. "You were the only one in the family who ever loved me for being me, and I almost forgot you. I'm so sorry, I should have come to find you sooner but I just-"

"Shhhh, it's okay bubbeleh." Ida grasped her hand tight. "I think being dead is a pretty good excuse for forgetting a few things."

Sam stood beside the lounge, watching the two in shock, she wasn't entirely certain whether or not to intrude. Whatever she had been expecting to discover with Kitty today, it certainly hadn't been this.

Though in hindsight, it did explain Kitty's familiarity with Sam, people always said she had taken after her Grandma.

Ida let go of Kitty and hobbled over to the photo album still sitting on the lounge.

"Oh you don't want to look at that album." she said, as she shoved it onto the coffee table. She wandered to the other side of the room and began rummaging around in a small cupboard. "You want this one."

She pulled out a book with well worn, peeling edges. Pieces of the plastic sleeves had cracked off and crumbled away. It was old, and weatherbeaten, it was obvious that Ida had looked through it many many times.

"Here we go." she sat down in the middle of the lounge, gesturing for the two girls to come sit beside her. "These are the forbidden photos."

She opened the pages, the photos inside were entirely different from the 'official' album, there were no perfectly poised, prim and proper photos of people in nice, presentable clothes. They were all candid shots, people in the middle of eating or laughing, some were stumbling around blind drunk, a few were smoking joints. There were pictures from parties and protest rallies, in backyards and drive ins.

There was a picture of Jeremy as a young boy, grinning with one of his front teeth missing and grass in his hair.

"Only in this family would losing your baby teeth make a photo 'unsavoury'." Ida grizzled as she continued through the album. "I saved so many pictures that my husband would have thrown out otherwise."

"Ugh, Uncle Peter was such a prude, he wouldn't even let me in the house if I didn't have my shoulders covered up." Kitty rolled her eyes.

"He used to be so much more relaxed when we were young." Ida sighed. "He changed when he inherited his father's business, he forgot how to have fun."

A few pages later Kitty squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god! That's Frankie! She was my best friend, we used to do everything together!"

The Kitty in the photo looked far more like the Kitty Sam knew. Her hair was teased up, and she was wearing a crop top and a miniskirt. The other girl, Frankie, had short curled hair and a leather jacket. They each had an arm around the others' shoulder and grinned wildly.

"I love this one." Ida smiled as she pulled the picture out of the sleeve. "That was the night I gave you a lift to that concert."

"Oh that show was sooo good! I got my nose pierced there! It got so infected, Mom grounded me for a month." Kitty laughed.

"Man, and I thought I was cool for skipping school to go see Circus Gothica." Sam grinned. "I'm gonna have to come home with a tattoo next time."

"I can't believe I forgot about Frankie, I can't believe I forgot about all of this." Kitty held the photo close to her chest, a few tears running down her face. "I'm so glad it's not gone for good."

She kept the photo in hand as they looked through the rest of the album. There were many pictures of Ida, all of them with other people of all walks of life.

"Oh this was when you took us to that pride parade!" Kitty smiled. "You made Frankie so happy, and you knew a lot of the drag queens there, like a LOT."

"Grandma took me to a drag show when I was 10," said Sam. "Even took me backstage to meet them all, my parents thought we went to the theatre to see Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh I have photos from that." Ida flipped through the pages, getting closer to the end of the album. "Here we are, oh Evelyn just LOVED you."

Sam looked at the picture of Evelyn, frowning slightly.

"Oh weird, she kinda looks like Mr Lancer's sister, he keeps her photo on his desk..." Sam paused as she processed what she just said. "That's not his sister is it?"

"You probably shouldn't bring it up." said Ida gently. "Teachers can get in trouble for associating with this sort of thing."

"That's so bogus!" Kitty cried. "I really thought this kinda stuff would be better in the future!"

"It is," Ida assured her. "But we're a long way from perfect."

Ida flipped back through the album, searching for more pictures of Kitty and Frankie. There were a good few of them, each one Ida pulled out and passed over for Kitty to look at and hold onto.

"Oh woah, is that Johnny?" Sam pointed to a picture of Kitty sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a blonde boy. "He looks exactly the same, just a little less pale."

"Oh, did Johnny come back as a ghost too?" Ida asked.

"Yeah! We've been together all this time, in sickness and in death." Kitty beamed. "Mom and dad blamed him for everything I did, even if he wasn't around when I did it. They said him and Frankie were 'corrupting' me."

She rolled her eyes.

"I bet they blamed him for my death too. They'd be so mad if they knew we were still together."

"Just goes to show they had no chance of keeping you two apart." Ida said. "Not even death could do that."

Kitty held the photo tight in both hands, her shoulders began to shake slightly.

"It was my fault you know." she said with a trembling little giggle. "Funny huh? My parents always blamed him for everything, but in the end it was my fault we got hit. We were havin' a fight over somethin' stupid and I distracted him-"

Ida wrapped an arm around Kitty, patting her head comfortingly as she laid it against the old woman's shoulder.

"I think you're being too hard on yourself bubbeleh." Ida whispered gently into her hair. "It was raining, the truck that hit you was running a red light, the driver was charged for both your deaths. Even if you did distract him, you weren't the only card at play that night."

She gave Kitty a light shake.

"And don't think I didn't see the way Johnny used to drive that thing, he was reckless. I have no doubt that he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been." She placed a kiss on the girl's forehead and squeezed her tight. "It's not fair to hold all of that responsibility on yourself, even if you both did everything right, that truck still would have run that red light, it still would have been raining. It was just pure rotten luck."

Sam had never heard a ghost talk about their death before, even Danny didn't like talking about his accident, and asking about it was incredibly taboo. Sam had been pushing her luck earlier just by mentioning the car crash.

It said a lot about Kitty's love for Ida that she chose to open up about it. Sam couldn't say she was surprised, her Grandma had always been like that. Never anything but an endless well of love and support, and the occasional kick in the pants if you needed it.

"Johnny's always had rotten luck." Kitty sniffed. "Follows him like a shadow."

"Literally." Sam snorted.

After a few more moments, Ida pulled herself away from Kitty, she got up and began rooting through the cupboards, muttering to herself.

"Aha, here it is."

She brought over an empty photo album, it was roughly the size of a small pocketbook, containing only one photo sleeve per page.

"I meant to fill this with photos for Sam to keep." Ida admitted as she shuffled back over to the girls. "But I don't think she'll mind donating it to a good cause."

She winked at Sam, who nodded back.

"Here," Ida pressed the little album into Kitty's hands. "Memories are a fickle thing, but photos are forever."

"I can't take these!" Kitty insisted, pushing the album back. "They're your memories too!"

"Oh my god you're both so old." Sam laughed, "Dad has a printer/scanner. I can make copies."

As Sam took the polaroids to her dad's office, Ida and Kitty pored over the rest of the album, Kitty picking out more photos to copy. She chose a few of Ida and Sam, and even one of Carrie.

"She was a total loser and I hated her but I don't hate remembering her, you know? I want to remember everything, even the bad stuff."

She took a photo of her parents, just one.

When Sam came back with the last batch of photos, Ida finished slipping them into the little album.

"There's still a few sleeves left." Sam pointed out, holding up her phone with a smile. "We've got room for a couple of family reunion pics."

The two girls squished up against Ida as Sam snapped as many shots as she could. Ones where they smiled, ones where they laughed, ones where they laid haphazardly across the lounge together.

Then Sam took a few candids of just Kitty and Ida, as they looked through the new album they'd just made together. Capturing Kitty laughing at something as Ida looked at her with a soft, loving smile.

Kitty clutched the album to her chest as she gave Ida a long, drawn out hug.

"Thank you so much." she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "It's like I can see my life in colour again."

She left the house with the assurance that she would always be welcome back, at any time, and a promise that she would always be looking out for her 'new favourite cousin'.

Sam flicked through the photos she took on her phone, she would have to make sure to have copies printed by the time Kitty returned to visit.

She knew Kitty coming over regularly was going to make things complicated, her apparent newfound protectiveness over Sam could potentially backfire in many spectacular ways, she was petty and troublesome when in the right mood.

But then again, so was Ida, and so was Sam.

At least she had better things to do now than beat up strangers' mail boxes, Danny was certainly going to be glad to hear that.

#lula's fanfics #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #kitty #sam manson #ida manson

[nightingaelic]

Companions reacting to the couriers birthday

Thanks for the lighthearted one, anon, lately I've been getting some super plot-heavy, game mechanics-heavy or just plain heavy requests, so a birthday is just what the doctor ordered 🎂 Also a happy birthday to @profess0rjam!

The courier had been acting a little strange. They slept in for once, something that had hardly happened since the mess at the dam. They seemed like they weren't paying attention to anything around them, even though Freeside was in rare form that day with caravan traders, pickpockets and children hunting rats all over the place. It wasn't until the courier tripped over a crate of barrel cactus fruit outside a farmer's trading stand and had to apologize by buying all of the bruised produce that their companion finally turned a questioning eye on them.

The courier looked down at the armful of fruit they had acquired and sighed. "Remember when we went through Primm last month? I stopped in at the Mojave Express branch there, and Johnson told me he got those records in from the Hub. Most of it was stuff I already knew- height, weight, eye color, hair color, shoe size for some reason... but they also had my birth date. It's today."

Arcade Gannon: "Whoa." Arcade straightened his glasses. "Uh... happy birthday. How do you feel?"

The courier looked from side to side and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't feel any different. Is that normal?"

"Um... yeah?" Arcade chuckled nervously. "I mean, you know you're a year older, but it's not like a switch gets turned on or off. You were still getting older even when you didn't know when your birthday was, Six."

"Yeah, but now it's... marked," the courier replied, wrinkling their nose. "Like when Mr. New Vegas talks about me on the radio. I feel weirder about his news bulletins than I do while I'm actually out doing the things he reports on."

"Well, you're alone on that one, Six," Arcade said with a hint of jealousy in his voice. "Not everyone can attract that DJ's attention the way you do. Then again, if I ever wind up on the radio, it probably won't be good news for me."

He patted the courier on the shoulder reassuringly. "Come on. Let's get rid of the cacti fruit and head to the Atomic Wrangler to celebrate. I'll buy you a drink."

Craig Boone: "Did their records tell you anything else?" Boone asked.

"Uh... no," the courier replied. "Well, a couple of things, actually. They kept track of most of my trips when they first hired me. I've been all over the place, apparently: Circle Junction, Fort Abandon, around the Big Circle a few times, even Utah. They also wrote down that I refused to tell them where I came from, so no new info there."

"Mmm-hm." Boone frowned. "It's a start, for sure. Maybe you can retrace your steps, someday."

"Yeah." The courier picked a piece of fruit and held it up, inspecting its color. "We should do something fun tonight. Celebrate."

Boone cracked a rare smile. "For your birthday? Sure."

"Want to go see a show at the Tops with me? I think the Lonesome Drifter is playing the Aces again. Maybe we can catch him after for a drink, ask him about his travels."

Boone moved to accept a few of the cactus fruit and lighten their load. "Sounds good to me."

Lily Bowen: "Well isn't that just grand," Lily said with a smile. "How old are you turning, dearie?"

The courier made a face and giggled. "How old are you, Lily?"

"A lady never reveals her age," Lily answered primly. "Point taken, pumpkin. You should walk that fruit home to the icebox while Grandma gets going on her shopping list."

"Shopping list?"

Lily nodded. "Of course. Flour, eggs, butter, sugar, and a few other things."

The courier gave her a sly look. "What are you up to, Lily?"

"It's your birthday, dearie!" Lily replied, seizing them and the fruit they were carrying in a hug. "We have to bake a cake!"

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul grinned. "Feliz cumpleaños, Six. Happy birthday."

The courier looked back at him with frustrated helplessness in their eyes. "What am I supposed to do with that information? What do people do for their birthdays?"

"Well, it's a bit different now than it used to be," Raul answered, scratching his bald head. "But back in my day, we threw a little party if we had the time and money. Some years were better than others, and some were bigger milestones. In my experience, once you got past 18 there wasn't much left to celebrate except staying alive for another year. Or if you were en los Estados Unidos, 21."

"Okay." The courier nodded, then kept nodding. "Okay. Can you do me a favor?"

"Sí."

They dumped the armful of fruit into his hands. "Take those to the Old Mormon Fort and pass them out to anyone who looks hungry. I need to track down some friends and see what they're doing tonight."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "It's your birthday?!?" Cass was positively beaming. "Well shit, Six. Could've told me sooner, and I'd have planned some kind of surprise."

"Eh-heh." The courier looked sheepish. "That's what I was afraid of."

"What?" Cass put her hands on her hips. "I didn't think my surprises were that bad."

"No, no, it's not that," the courier reassured her. "It's me. You know what I do, what I've been up to. I wasn't sure I'd... I have a lot of enemies, Cass!"

"Ohhhhh, I get it." Cass threw an arm around their shoulder and steered them through the Freeside marketplace. "You weren't sure you'd make it to today, so you didn't say anything. Gotcha."

"And I'd feel like crap if I told you my birthday was coming up, and then I bit the dust after you'd already bought me a present or something," the courier added.

"Pffft." Cass waved their concerns away. "I'd just give that present to myself, then. Don't let the ones gunning for you dictate how you live your life, Six. Now come on, let's pick out something new and shiny for your gun cabinet up in the Lucky 38. My treat."

Veronica Santangelo: "Six!" Veronica squealed and did a little dance. "Happy birthday! Oh my goodness, there's so much to do, we need to round everybody up, we need to go book a table at the Gourmand, we need to-"

She stopped when she caught the courier biting their lip. "Orrrr we could not do any of that. Whatever you like, it's your birthday."

"Can we just... I don't know." The courier shuffled their feet in the dust. "My life has been kind of crazy lately, and the people on the Strip won't leave me alone if I show my face in one of the casinos. I went up to the cocktail lounge in the Lucky 38 last night and pushed some tables together. I think we can fit everyone, even if the Securitrons will have to squeeze around us to serve drinks."

Veronica's smile returned. "Okay. Yeah, that'll work. But I don't know what kind of food House has in his pantry, nowadays."

The courier answered by holding the cactus fruit up. "This'll help."

"That's not nearly enough." Veronica looked around the marketplace. "Stay put. I'm going to go find some of those kids chasing rats. They'll probably help us carry some groceries back to the Lucky 38 for a few caps."

ED-E: The courier's eyebot bobbed and beeped quizzically, as if unfamiliar with the term.

"Um, how do I..." The courier wracked their brains. "Today is the anniversary of my... creation. My assembly."

ED-E blipped a few times in quick succession, surprised.

"No, no, that's not- no." The courier shook their head. "How do you know what that is, but not understand what a birthday is? Today is the day I came out of my mom, ED-E."

The eyebot blatted understanding and disgust, as if displeased with the mechanics of biology. The courier laughed. "Well, that's what it is. Yes, I know, humans are strange, and no, I don't know why it's important. It just is. Come on, let's go hand these out to those kids we saw earlier."

Rex: Rex cocked his head to the side, tongue lolling happily. A cactus fruit escaped the courier's arms and fell to the ground, but the cyberdog gently picked it up again and offered it to his companion.

The courier smiled down at him. "Thanks, Rex. Let's go see if the King has any more refugees in need of a meal."

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout companions #fallout companions react #fallout new vegas companions #fallout new vegas companions react #fnv companions #fnv companions react #arcade gannon #arcade israel gannon #craig boone #lily bowen #raul alfonso tejada #raul tejada #rose of sharon cassidy #cassidy #veronica santangelo #ed-e #rex #birthday #happy birthday courier six

[itsmadamehydra]

My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

...................

Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

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MANAGER!SEIJOH AU

a/n: this is kind of an au like what if you were

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i would like to request a seijoh!manager reader who’s a first year and is siblings with ushi and the team’s reaction to finding out that she was supposed to go to shiratorizawa with ushi and their reaction with her getting along with the shiratorizawa volleyball team and maybe the manager is a small cute soft little energetic ball of sunshine 🥺🥺 also hewwo, hope youre doing well! ☺️ -🎷🐛

- Ir seijoh manager series is so gooood. Can we get something where by some weird reason yn-chan is close to ushijima and tendou and the seijoh boys dont know about it and how they'd react to her being so affectionate w them ahahwindkdn

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW FREAKING PRETTY TENDOU IS LIKE AKLFDJLASKFJDLSKFJDSFLKD

okayokayokay

so this is a what if thing

like what if ushijima was your older brother

SLKFDJADFLIJSDKLDF I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE OIKAWA SCREAMING

you didnt exactly have the best relationship with your mom

you remember when you were younger that she used to yell at your brother for using his left hand and you got angry a lot because you were fiercely protective of your brother

this caused her to yell at you too for being nosy and being involved in something you shouldnt be in

duh we know that ushi’s dad takashi actually supported him for this and protected him too and you were also a papa’s girl so you always ran to him

he understood you both better and while your mother worked, he was at home taking care of you two

then when they mentioned wanting to separate, you were very sad but somewhat relieved

mostly because you hated hearing your parents arguing and you felt bad for your brother as he constantly did whatever to get you out of the house

thats what brought on your love for volleyball

you werent exactly the best player but you were interested in it and often watched matches with him

but you also liked volleyball because your brother liked it

you liked whatever your brother liked

he adored you too and he was a boy who didnt talk much due to your mother but he was always a talker with you

especially when you couldnt sleep, he would sneak you out of your room and you both would run to the kitchen and eat ice cream

even with just a 2 year age difference, he looked as if he was older than you due to his massive height

‘just wait nii-chan! i will drink enough milk to reach your height!’

*insert lenny face*

AKLDJFSLDKFJDF I HATE MYSELF

CAN I PLEASE DIE

however

when they divorced, you thought your father would take both you and ushi

like the lady at the court even asked you where you wanted to go and not a breath of hesitation you chose your father

you weren’t very concerned because you knew your brother was going to choose your dad as you both were closer to him

so imagine your surprise when he said he didnt care and naturally, the mother would get the child

lowkey you felt hella betrayed and when your dad whisked you away overseas, there was this grudge you held against toshi

yall youre like 5

i would be hella mad too if my brother chose the person who yells at him all the time

in california, your father made sure you still remembered your brother and you tried to detach from the japanese lifestyle to your new one but you just couldnt

maybe around 6 years you were already fed up with the hot california heat and you wanted to go back to japan to see toshi again

you got over that grudge years ago but your mother refused to have any contact or anything to do with your father and so that included you too

she refused to let you both video chat and any type of connection

your dad obviously noticed your sad expressions and your obvious longing to go back to your brother again and so he arranged something

you shut the door gently before taking off your shoes by the doorway

the large house was often quiet except for the constant typing of a keyboard in your father’s study

‘tadaima’

you meekly mumbled but his sense of hearing never wavered so he heard your voice

‘oh? y/n?’

his voice echoed through the hallways and you heard his chair squeak as it was moved back so he could stand

your sock-cladded feet padded against the hard wood floor and you walked towards his study where indeed he was standing there

your father has definitely aged yet his job as a coach made him as fit as he was decades ago

as much as it disgusted you, you could tell what your friends meant when they said your dad was good-looking

they actually said your dad was hot but you refuse to acknowledge that

you and your friends are like 12 tf

you closed the door and sat down on the loveseat at the corner of the room as it was your designated spot

‘hey, papa’

you greeted with a smile and he gave you the same grin

‘i ordered f/f (favorite food) for dinner tonight so try and listen for the bell to ring, okay?’

you nodded

there was bit of small talk and you asked about his team while he asked about school and you both arranged to hang out over the weekend at some ice cream shop

the conversation dragged on until you heard the doorbell and you ran to the door to answer the delivery man

your dad put out the plates on the table and you excitedly dug in

‘also, you remember your grandmother? and her terrible back?’

oh god of course you did

they lived about 30 minutes away from your house in japan and she constantly worried your father bc the woman was approaching 90 and was still picking peppers!

with old coach ukai

‘what did she do now?’

your father chuckled at the exasperation in your voice

‘she misses you. says something about the family’s princess needing to go back to her country or something’

there was a smile in your face

your grandmother was your favorite and she always said you were the princess

she hated your mother because of how insensitive she was so she only acknowledged you as the only other female in the family

obviously your brother was also liked but there was just a special bond between you and your grandmother

‘so when are we going back?’

you asked and it was clear that you were excited at the thought of going back to japan as you havent been back since you moved due to your father’s busy job and your school

takashi swallowed his food before revealing the news

‘actually, if you want, you could finish your schooling there. but only until college first though because your old man needs you over here too’

nah bro you didnt even care about the last part

literally your fork fell to the table and you shrieked 

‘WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!’

and thus brought you back to japan

you stayed with your grandmother on your dad’s side and you quickly got accustomed back to japan life

OH

your BROTHER!

okay

so waka-chan def heard you coming back

your mother was grumbling about it the other day and he was sure he heard your name in there

‘sdkfjkdslfjdkslfj y/n dkfjlsdkfjldkf’

LMAO THATS ME TRYING TO SAY THAT WAKA COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE SAID SINCE SHE WAS MUMBLING SHE WASNT KEYBOARD SMASHING LMAO

there was a mutual giddiness in there too and he was excited to see you again after many years without contact

however

there was a bit of fear in there that thought back to when you were younger and his choice of not really having a specific parent despite your pleads to stay together with him

but he was going to make sure your bond was still intact!

he would do anything in his power to do so!

when you arrived

your dad accompanied you back to japan and you both were walking out to the exit of the airport when you saw your grandmother excitedly waving a sign around

in bold sparkly letters, it said ‘USHIJIMA’

okay wait i love grandma usui 

you quickly ran over to her and she grasped you into her arms

‘nana’

you sobbed and she hugged you tightly

‘im so happy youre back home’

your father shook hands with the friend she brought to help drive you guys back home

old man ukai was basically the chauffeur but hes really good friends with your nana so it was okay

the entire ride you guys basically caught up with each other and you couldnt help but laugh whenever your dad would go on a rant about your grandma being too reckless and your nana defending herself

‘oh stop it, takashi. i was only given one life and if it’s over, it’s over. for now, ill live it how i see fit!’

your old family home was exactly as you remember it but you didnt expect the 6′2 boy in the living room

‘nii-chan’

you meekly whispered and he let out a soft smile before opening his big arms

you ran into them and he held you tightly

‘i missed you. so much’

he whispered and you nodded 

it was def such a nice thing to have your brother again

oooo your dad been knew that you would be sticking to waka like you did when you were itty bitty young

so when you practically begged waka to stay at your nana’s house the entire summer, he couldnt refuse you

duh your mom went to see you but you just quietly sat there and smiled at her

polite but distant

due to being around waka so much, you naturally went to his volleyball practices and their training camp

there

you met his friends and you guys quickly got acquainted especially with tendo bc he was just so fun

and he was your brother’s boyfriend best friend

the others were still kinda distant with you ahem ahem im looking at you shirabu

but they were mostly amazed at how powerful the genetics played in your appearances because wowza you were beautiful

lmao dont let waka hear them say that bc they would be benched all season in a single snap

during training camp, you usually sat at the sides or you would be their stand-in manager

goshiki absolutely LOVES you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSHIKI MY SON MY BABY

him and you were the same age so there was an easier way of being friends and your energies just matched so well

he would run up to you whenever he got a play right and you would ruffle his hair affectionately

LADKSJFLDSKFS FLASHBACK TO TENDO!SISTER X GOSHIKI

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

hell even ushi was getting annoyed at goshiki’s constant need for you

tendo would steal you away and he would be giggling to you about how adorable you were and you just giggled along bc wow this beautiful man is really talking to me right now

ALKSDJFLKSF CAN YOU TELL IM ALSO A TENDOODOO SIMP?

‘cmere, y/n-chan. i taught toshi this the other day and he was very impressed and wanted me to do it again. okay so it goes in a rhyme, ya ready?’

you nodded along and he shot you a close-eyed smile before starting to draw on the dirt with a stick

‘there once was a man with-’

lets just say

you were definitely your brother’s sister

sometimes though

you would try and go towards the calmer players to get away from the rowdiness from baby daddy tendo and baby goshiki

you would find them at the gym just doing drills and at the sight of you, they would turn red but continue playing

they didnt really mind seeing you there bc youve always been such a positive energy and cheered them on which gave them strength

‘NICE ONE OHIRA-SAN!’

‘WAHHH SO COOL YAMAYAMA-SAN!’

you were like a cute ball of serotonin >o<

‘wah, of course its expected for you guys to be the top in the prefecture. youre like,,,,, silent but deadly~!’

duh a compliment from a girl?

dead

shirabu’s bangs would get in the way of his vision sometimes yall i will never stop making fun of that ridiculously adorable haircut so you would use a clip and tuck it away for him

this big babie is so awkward that he turns red when you whisper in his ear that you were done

semisemi baby and you got along bc you guys had a similar taste in music and because you lived in california, he was fascinated that you were in the music capital of america

‘did you see celebrities down the street?’

he asked you excitedly one day during lunch

you stopped then smiled softly

‘semisemi-kun, i didnt live at that part of california’

nah to him, america is just filled with celebrities

OH DEAR BABY BOY KAWANISHI

taichi is a generally quiet guy

like you thought he was actually selectively mute when you first met him

but you gradually got him to talk and you would help him whenever he would want to practice

usually it was during the ungodly hours of the morning

you woke up and went to grab a drink from the common room but you noticed his large build exiting the door so you followed him into the gym

‘kawanishi-san?’

you called out and felt guilty when he jumped 

‘oh, hey’

he aknowledged

‘wha-’

you stopped to yawn causing your eyes to close making you miss the brief second of softness that flashed in his eyes

‘what are you doing?’

you tiredly asked

taichi dusted off his trackpants after kneeling down to rummage through his bag and you couldnt help but gawk at his height

‘im training early’

he answered

‘why? is it because you want to keep up with the others?’

you mumbled and he was surprised for a second but reverted back to his stoic expression

‘i have to make sure i am able to reach my seniors level for next year’

taichi turned away to grab a stray ball and you moved to go to the storage room for the ball cart

‘oi, what are you doing? go back to bed’

he said from the other side of the gym but you just looked back at him with a tired grin

‘meh, i want to spend time with you, senpai’

you reasoned

he shook his head before walking over to you then ruffled your hair

‘no wonder youre so tiny. you dont sleep enough and let your body grow’

yep that was the closest youve gotten to taichi joking with you

usually, hes training and when hes in the zone, nothing else has his attention but the ball

maybe thats why the others ahem goshiki has said that he was very scary

his game face was practically a mean face

basically you spent the entire training camp with them and then soon, you were going back to school

duh everyone hmm maybe not shirabu bc he most definitely read the school book of rules thought you would be going to shiratorizawa with them 

but you broke the news to them one afternoon and imagine the tears from both tendo and goshiki

‘WHHYYYY!!!!’

‘NOOO!!!!!’

‘why can’t you?’

semi asked and you were about to answer when shirabu beat you to it

‘the school doesnt allow late transfers’

oh right

the american school system was set in a different schedule than a japanese school system

it was considered the summer for them yet school already started a few months ago

since shiratorizawa was a very academically and physically prestigious school, they refused anyone who would potentially be late or behind their curriculum

‘so where ya headed to then, chibi?’

tendou pouted and you leaned against his arm

‘hmm some school named aoba johsai? i dont know its near my grannie’s so that’s all that mattered’

oh dear

USHIJIMA NO Y/N WILL NOT ASK TOORU TO GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA

they consider seijoh a rival bc theyve played against them practically in every prefecture tournament and they were worried for that infamous setter

‘ne, y/n-chan, promise us that you won’t be swept away by them! especially a guy named oikawa tooru!’

uhhh

well

tendou’s warning was kinda ignored bc you ended up being seijoh’s manager

hehe

surprise?

but they weren’t really really shocked tho bc they knew you liked volleyball so you would naturally be in the volleyball team

even as a manager

meanwhile in seijohhh

OooOOOoOoOooooo sEiJOOhHHHH~~~~~~

okay so you were actually registered under your father’s last name usui rather than the ushijima last name

therefore you werent exactly immediately known as HEY! USHIJIMA’S SISTER!

you still became the manager the way you did as mentioned in part 1 

and you still are their adorable baby manager

you were aware of their oikawa’s hatred for wakawaka so you try not to talk about him even though youre literally the closest person to him

was it traitorous? 

maybe

but you actually even help them when they practice

duh the boys are like eyebrow raise emoji 

‘wow youre really into volleyball, huh, manager-chan?’

matsukawa commented and you just smiled

‘hmm, my family likes it so ive picked up a thing or two’

LMAO

little do they know your brother is literally the best volleyball player around and is a member of the under 19 team and your father is a volleyball coach in america and would someday be someone iwaizumi hajime (19) would apprentice under

there was a lot of times you thought you would slip up like your home screen was of you and waka but youve been careful to cover it up

BUT

you cant always be sneaky

it was during the first day of the tournament and you were filling up their water bottles I SWEAR WHY IS MANAGER-CHAN ALWAYS FILLING UP WATER BOTTLES when you found a familiar bunch of boys at the end of the hallway just chatting

you havent seen tendou and the boys in so long so you placed the bottles down and rushed over there so quickly

‘TOMUTOMU!’

you shouted and the oddly-haired boy turned and he gasped before grabbing you into a large hug

this grabbed tendou’s attention and he cheered then hugged you too

your giggles and happy cheers were so infectous and they just absolutely missed you so much 

these tall boys were at a advantage so someone scooped you up and you were just affectionately being talked to and hugged and LKDSJFSLDFJ SO LUCKY SO LOVED

meanwhile

the plant babies were wondering where the heck you went to 

‘y/n-chan?! where is she?!’

oikawa panicked quickly while iwaizumi hit him to shut up

‘be quiet! you won’t find her if you’re too busy freaking out!’

‘ill find her’

matsukawa volunteered and they nodded, feeling at ease of him being capable to find you if you were in trouble

but when he returned empty-handed and with large eyes, they knew something was up

they ran behind mattsun to stop and copy his shocked expression at the sight in front of them

is that

you?

with

shi

ra

to

ri

za

wa

oh my god

‘y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted, being the first to speak

you jumped and your own eyes widened

‘oh. oh no’

you mumbled

the others were so stunned and seijoh itself was so hard to make speechless but they were just shocked

period

‘what is happening’

iwaizumi mumbled

yea the others were just shocked period

‘hey guys’

you waved and you motioned them closer

‘uhh,,, well,,, um they are my friends’

you smiled uneasily and they could see that

‘aaand?’

oikawa signalled you to say everything bc he knew it wasnt the whole story

you sighed

‘ushi,,, jima is my brother’

you mumbled the last part

but they heard you

‘HAH?!’

you cringed and the shira boys were about to move to protect you but they saw you glare at them

‘what? what about it? hes my brother? and?’

you babbled

‘but,, why are you,, in seijoh? dont get me wrong! its just,, youd naturally go to shiratorizawa right?’

mattsun waved his hands around and asked the question thats bugging the team

‘i came to the country late’

‘THE COUNTRY?!’

well,,

turns out you havent exactly told them everything about you yet :/

even when youve cleared the air and introduced waka as your brother, seijoh still didnt say anything

they were stuck in this shocked and surprised moment even at the end of the day and when you went straight to the shiratorizawa team,

they watched with wide eyes as you laughed with goshiki and was jumping around with tendou

‘AH! TOMU! MY HAIR!’

‘TORI-SAN! SATORI-SAN! TAKE THAT!’

wow you were actually really beautiful when youre happy

‘i dont think ive seen her this happy with this much energy’

makki said and they nodded

it was true

you were usually calm and collected and was the perfect balance to this chaotic team

so seeing you so free and loose with them was so refreshing, even if it was with damn ushiwaka

you finally went back to the seijoh boys and they all sent glares to the violet team before sending you a smile

‘you ready to go, manager-chan?’

watari ruffled your hair before handing you your bag to start walking to the bus

‘yea. lets go home’

as you all walked, oikawa was already starting his tantrum

‘y/n-chan~! why aren’t you that happy around us? are we not enough for you?’

oikawa whined and pouted

but you just turned to smiled at him and stopped walking to pat his head

‘im not their manager, therefore im not pressured to act like anyone except as a friend and a spectator. but i try to be as professional as i can with you guys to make sure you dont appear bad to others. and you guys are perfectly chaotic enough, adding me into the mix will just about kill coach’

oikawa didnt seem satisfied though

‘but! thats not fair! they get to see you smile and i dont!’

iwaizumi growled at him to be quiet but you beat him to it

well

you smiled at tooru but your eyes shone maliciously

‘i knew you would act like this, oikawa-san. as punishment, i gave nii-chan your phone number. good luck avoiding him now’

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAWWWWW LETS NOT KILL COACH IRIHATA OKAY? HES LIKE OUR GRANPAPA AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE OIKAWA ALONE WAKAWAKA-KUN!

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[cherrycocaineee]

6. Draco Malfoy - Rainy Nights, Warm Drinks

*Warning - smut*

“I want you.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

Draco’s p.o.v

  Loud chatter filled the jam-packed dining hall as students discussed their Christmas plans while their grubby hands reached for the feast laid out before each house. My gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the turkey and sides that touched my plate, my fork picking at whatever it could reach without me moving too much. I was counting down the moments that led up to Dumbledore clinking his fork against his glass that would dismiss everyone from Hogwarts, sending them home. Each single tick drove me crazy as I shook my leg, desperately pleading for time to move faster. At the end of this feast, everyone would be on the train heading to their families, while I would finally get to see the one person that I couldn’t get off my mind. Even now, the only thing I could think about was seeing her beautiful face and hearing her soothing, angelic voice, tuning out the voices of my friends.

  “Draco? Earth to Draco!”

  Pansy’s voice sliced right through my current thoughts involving my plans after school. Blinking a few times, I turned my head to see Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pike, and Nott staring at me. While Pansy stared at me with concern, the guys stared at me skeptically.

  “What?” I muttered, dully.

  “Pansy asked you what you were doing during the break,” Blaise informed, taking a sip from his cup.

  “Yeah,” Pansy agreed, “I was thinking you and I could go on a date since we won’t be in school.”

 A date? I had broken up with Pansy a year ago with the excuse that dating her had become boring, which it had, however, the real reason I left Pansy was because I had fallen in love with another girl. The whole thing had torn me up since day one because I hadn’t believed that I, the Slytherin Prince, could have fallen for a muggle, and yet I did. After a whole week of thinking about it and running everything carefully through my mind, I finally decided that I didn’t love Pansy and needed to end it with her before things got too serious.

  “I won’t be returning home this Christmas,” I stated, “Dumbledore has asked me to stay and help tutor some second years in potions.”

 “That’s ridiculous!” Pansy sneered, “it isn’t your job to teach those brats.”

  “You’re dad’s okay with that?” Nott asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

  “He wasn’t at first but once Dumbledore told him that I was the highest ranking student when it came to potions, he settled down and decided that I’d make a great leader for those snot nose brats,” I spoke, pride dripping from my lying tongue.

  Of course, staying at Hogwarts wasn’t a complete lie, it was just not the full truth. For the first four days of break, I’d be staying with Maggie and her Grandmother then I’d come back to Hogwarts to help out with tutoring, and it’ll keep going like that until school starts again. It was an agreement that I had worked out with Dumbledore after he found out about Maggie, which if I’m being honest, I’m not even sure how he found out.

  “And you’re okay with it?” Blaise asked, amused.

  “Doesn’t matter to me,” I muttered.

  I looked back down at my plate, feeling their eyes still watching me but not paying attention to it. Eventually, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and clinked his silverware against his wine glass. The chatter stopped immediately as everyone turned their impatient attention to the headmaster. Excitement was bursting through my chest, something I never thought I’d ever feel for a girl like Maggie. Dumbledore started by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holiday, then proceeded in telling everyone what to expect when they got back from break. We were expected to practice and prepare for our O.W.Ls that were coming up, which Umbridge decided to announce after interrupting Dumbledore. I may have pretended to like Umbridge and do as she said to appease my friends, but in all honesty, I hated her more than I hated anyone else.

   After all of Dumbledore and Umbridge’s talking, the feast disappeared from our tables and it was time for everyone to head to the train. I saw my friends on the train. Pansy turned around.

  “Well maybe I can stay here with you, so you aren’t alone,” she offered.

 Annoyance broke out across my face, “I’ll be fine, Pansy. I’m not interested in spending time with you anyway, so you’ll just be alone.”

  She started pouting while the other snickered behind her back. Scoffing, she stormed past everyone onto the train. I waved goodbye to the others and they followed after Pansy to the cart. Those leaving for the Christmas holiday were finally headed towards the platform and those who would be staying at Hogwarts for the vacation headed back towards the school.

As I was approaching the entrance, I saw Dumbledore standing there waiting for me, a smile on his face.

  “Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he stated, “have you gotten your belongings together?”

  “My bag is sitting in my room,” I replied.

  “Once you collect it, go to Hagrid’s. He’ll be waiting for you there to help you get to the muggle world. Have a safe trip.”

  With that, Dumbledore walked away allowing me to go fetch my belongings.

I grabbed my trunk out of my dorm room and carried it all the way towards Hagrid’s small hut just a little ways from the school. Hagrid was outside playing fetch with his large hound as I finished walking towards him. Immediately, he looked up after tossing the rather large stick across the field.

  “Malfoy,” Hagrid said, “what brings you here?”

I raised an eyebrow. He was kidding, right?

  The big oaf laughed heartily and patted my shoulder with his gorilla sized hand.

 “I’m messing, is all,” he bellowed, “let’s get a move on it before anyone notices.”

 Hagrid opened the door to his home and gestured me inside. Sitting on the table when he opened the door was a thick, black bag filled with dark, gray powder. Hagrid scooted around me and picked up the black bag before meeting my gaze. This was awkward for me, and I knew he could tell but fortunately he didn’t say anything to make it worse. Instead, he told me that the floo network would take us to Diagon Alley and we’d have to walk through another entrance into the muggle world. From there we’d take a wizard bus, which I found odd, straight to Maggie’s farmhouse just on the outskirts of London. However, I grew bored with being explained the plan and just wanted to get there already.

   I went through the floo network first and waited for Hagrid patiently for a moment. Once he was standing by my side, he took my luggage and walked with me through Diagon Alley. We both walked through the less populated parts of Diagon Alley until the two of us reached a dead end. Hagrid tapped his umbrella against the wall in a pattern and they started pulling apart revealing the empty alley of the muggle world. The smell was different from the one back in the wizarding world. I could definitely smell freshly mown grass, but there was an oil smell mixed in too. As Hagrid and I walked past all of the people and shops that adorn the streets, I could smell pastries, coffees, and other foods that I recognized. I could feel the inside of my mouth water.

We waited on the sidewalk near a coffee shop for what seemed like forever before a bus came to a sudden stop in front of us. No one seemed to notice its incredible speed.

  “Why hello there, Hagrid,” said a frail, stubbled face man wearing a purple suit.

  “Hello to you too, Stan Shunpike,” Hagrid laughed, “starting work a bit early, aren’t you?”

  Shunpike gave a crooked smile and nodded his head before gesturing us on. I went to grab my trunk when Shunpike grabbed it instead, pushing me inside. The smell was something to gag at. It smelled worse than anything I could imagine. Hagrid took a seat.

  “Aren’t you going to have a seat, Malfoy?” He questioned.

 “No, I’d rather stand,” I muttered, disgust lacing my voice.

  “Where to?” Shunpike asked.

  Hagrid gave the address and Shunpike looked at us confused.

  “That’s a muggle household.”

   “Not completely,” Hagrid said, “Loral Belle is the homeowner, Dumbledore’s friend.”

  A slow nod bounced off his thin shoulders and sat down.

  “Ernie, you know where to go.”

As soon as the knight bus took off, the speed pushed me back. Not even my grip was strong enough to keep me in place and I ended stumbling backwards until Hagrid’s large hand grabbed ahold of me. I pretty much clung to Hagrid’s large arm as we whirlwind through the busy streets of London. Two trucks stood in the way of the bus and I thought we’d slow down. However, we didn’t. Instead, the bus warfed itself so that it was thinner and we slid right through the small crack separating the two muggle vehicles. It wasn’t long before we reached the dirt road that led to Maggie’s farmhouse. Hagrid paid Shunpike and told him that there was extra in it for him if he waited for him and kept this visit a secret. Shunpike agreed with a large smile on his face.

    Hagrid grabbed my trunk and led the way to Maggie’s. He tried to make small talk with me as we hiked down the dirt road, but neither one of us knew what to say to each other.

 “How did you meet her?” He finally asked, catching my attention.

 “My father had some work to do with an old, retired friend,” I said, all of the memories flooding back to my mind, “I saw her sitting by the fountain reading a book when a group of guys started harassing her. I watched her try to get away from them, failing miserably, so I stepped in despite her being a muggle. A gentleman never lets a woman get pushed around. She already knew I was a wizard when I helped her, she said that her Grandmother had taught her to tell the difference from a young age. The more I talked to her, the more I liked being around her.”

  A goofy smile appeared on his face, “she sounds like an amazing young woman.”

  “She is.”

  Sitting on the porch when we got there was Grandma Loral rocking back and forth while a red scarf was being knitted next to her in the air. When she saw us, a smile appeared on her face and she climbed to her feet, approaching us at the edge of her porch.

  “Hagrid,” she greeted, “it’s been years.”

  “Nice to see you too, Loral,” Hagrid said, “I wish I could stay long, but I’m only here to drop off Mr. Malfoy. I’ll see you in four day.”

 I looked up at Hagrid, “thank you, Hagrid.”

If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, I could have sworn I saw tears in Hagrid’s eyes. He tried to push it away and claimed that dirt had gotten in his eye, but I knew the truth. No one was use to me being so nice, and seeing me do so meant to them that I was finally deciding things on my own and not because my father wanted them. Just like my decision to continue seeing a muggle. Grandma Loral and I waved goodbye to Hagrid, once he was gone, Grandma Loral sat back in her seat.

  “Maggie’s in the garden out back,” she said smiling, “thank you for coming, Draco. I know that the decision couldn’t have been easy.”

  “Actually,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, “it was the easiest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life.”

  Grandma Loral told me to head back there and she’d take care of my trunk. Nodding, I walked down the steps and headed down the cobblestone path to find Maggie sitting underneath a tree reading a book. Dozens of flowers of all shapes and colors surrounded her and blew in the breeze. Her brown, curled locks of hair brushed delicately against her freckled face. She was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I walked over to her and smiled at how deeply invested she was in her novel.

  “Mind if I sit?” I asked.

 Her body jerked and her head whipped around to see me standing there with a smirk on my face. A large grin stretched against her face from ear to ear before nodding eagerly. As soon as my body was positioned next to her, she threw her arms around me and squeezed tightly.

  “I’m so happy to see you,” she said, releasing me from her tight grip.

  “I’m happy to see you too, Maggie,” I said, “how have you been?”

 “I’ve been fine. Things have been a little difficult lately.”

When I asked her why, a sad expression came to her face. I thought maybe she was being bullied more, but as she explained, I realized that it wasn’t that. Grandma Loral was getting sick and it was getting worse and worse. Maggie was worried that she’d lose her grandmother and have no one once she’s gone. I touched her hand and told her it was going to be okay. She looked up at me.

  “How have you been?” She asked, her smile trying to distract me from her growing tears.

  I told her about Umbridge and my family, she never looked away from me and held on to my hand the way I held on to her’s when she told me about her Grandma. It seemed we were both going through some stuff right now and all we wanted was for someone to talk and relate to.

The remainder of the day moved quicker than I had hoped. Maggie was now in the kitchen cooking up some soup for dinner while I set up the dining table. From the kitchen, the two of us could hear Grandma Loral coughing up a storm. Maggie grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and brought it to her grandma before returning to finish dinner.

   After supper, Maggie helped her grandma to bed before joining me in the living room with two glasses of hoto cocoa. Rain started to drum against the roof of the farmhouse, lightning slashing against the darkened sky and thunder rolling across the heavy clouds. With each passing second, the rain got harder and louder. I sipped on my warm beverage and looked at Maggie. She had whipped cream sitting above her lip and I laughed causing her to look at me.

  “What?” She asked, an innocent smile dancing on her face.

  “You’ve got some whipped cream on your lip,” I chuckled, leaning forward and wiping it away with my thumb.

  A small red tint appeared on her face as she tried to avoid eye contact with me. I could tell she was embarrassed and I found it to be more attractive than ever. I scooted closer to her and she looked at me.

  “Draco, is everything okay?” She asked.

  “I love you,” I blurted out.

 Her bright green orbs widened in shock and I started to regret saying anything to her. I looked away from her, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling it to face her.

  “I love you too,” she hummed.

Before I could stop myself, I smashed our lips together, saying a silent prayer that neither of us were holding that hot beverage. The kiss deepened and I pulled her into my lap, gripping her waist tightly to keep her in place. When we pulled away, she was panting from the lack of air, her lips red and slightly swollen from the heated kiss. I leaned down and started nibbling on her neck, earning a small whimper from her.

  “D-Draco,” she gasped.

  I unattached my lips from her warm flesh and peppered her jaw with kisses before reaching her ear.

  “I want you, Maggie.”

 Her body shivered at my words and I smirked. Maggie was gripping onto my blazer tightly.

  “But I-”

  “Shh,” I cooed, “I’ll be gentle.”

  I waited for her to give me the signal to continue. When her head nodded, I laid her down on the cushioned couch and began kissing her again. I traced my tongue against her bottom lip and tasted the cherry lip gloss she had coated her plump lips with after dinner. My fingers squeezed her thigh and she gasped, giving me full entrance to the inside of her mouth. I slipped my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and our tongues fought over dominance, however, Maggie’s submissive side kicked in and she let me take control easily. Quiet moans spilled from her muffled mouth. When I pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled from both of our lips. A rosy tint illuminated off her face and her green eyes were hazy, her floral shirt was pulled up, revealing her black, laced bra.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, my pants growing tighter at the sight of her coming undone from my touch.

Pulling myself up, I removed my blazer and tie before unbuttoning my white, dress-up shirt. Her glistening eyes watched my every move, widening at the sight of my bare chest. She started nibbling on her bottom lip as I pulled at the hem of her shirt.

  “Let's get this off,” I muttered, my voice husky and dripping with arousal.

  Maggie didn’t argue, she just pulled her shirt above her head revealing more of herself to me. I groaned as I leaned down and started sucking on her exposed skin, leaving wet kisses against her porcelain skin. Her heartbeat was pounding against her chest, her skin was heating up, and her fingers gripped the couch cushion. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra clasp. Immediately, her hands moved to cover herself up. I lifted her chin.

   “Don’t hide yourself, baby girl,” I whispered, “let me see you, please.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

She allowed me to remove her bra from her small body and I tossed it to the side with the rest of our clothes that littered the living room floor. I pressed my lips against hers once again, my left hand gripped her left breast and I almost melted at the feeling of her perfectly soft, fleshy breast. Her pink, peachy nipples hardened from both the cold air and my calloused hands pinching at them. Her moans were becoming louder, but not too loud since her grandmother was sleeping.

   “Draco, please,” she moaned, her hips moving against my own.

  “What is it?” I moaned back, “what do you need, baby girl? Tell me.”

   “I-I need you. Please.”

Those words turned me on even more. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, her black matching panties hugged her hips. I hooked my fingers to her lacy panties, pulling them down and revealing her perfect pink cunt. My pants were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second, so I quickly removed them from my body, discarding them to the floor with the rest of the pile. I started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, and tracing open mouth kisses against her body until I reached her lower area. The sweet aroma coming from her was intoxicating and I felt drunk from the scent alone.

   I traced my tongue against her already soaking slit causing her to shiver and moan. My tastebuds were coated with her delicious nectar and I couldn’t help but dive in quickly. Her small fingers tangled themselves into my gelled hair, messing up every strand. A list of moans echoed off the walls as I flicked my tongue hungrily over her clit. Maggie tried to close her legs, but I pinned them back down. My gray-blue eyes flickered up, meeting her lustful orbs. She was covering her mouth because she was becoming too loud. Careful not to hurt her, I slipped a single finger between her folds and she flinched. I stopped.

   “I’m sorry,” I whispered, “do you want me to stop?”

  “N-no, it’s okay,” she panted, “i-it’s all just a n-new experience.”

  Nodding, I went back to lapping up her flowing juices and started entering my finger again. This time it slipped in with ease. A few seconds passed and I added another finger, moving them slowly in and out of her.

 “D-Draco, faster.”

I didn’t waste time and started moving my fingers faster and faster into her sex. Her back arched off the couch, I could feel her clenching around my fingers and I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her release. I started sucking on her swollen clit and she yelped out before cumming all over my fingers. I removed them from her then placed them in my mouth, sucking every last drop off of them. Groaning against my fingers, I pulled them out with a pop.

  “Delicious,” I hummed, watching her chest move rapidly as she caught her breath, “have a taste.”

   I captured her lips with mine and rummaged my tongue around her warm mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head making me smile at how undone she looked for me. I pulled away.

  “Doesn’t that taste amazing, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.

  All she could do was nod her head. Sweat was beaded against her forehead and her hair was starting to cling to her face, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Ready?” I asked, “and use your words for me.”

  “I-I am,” she muttered, “I-I’m ready.”

  Climbing on top of her, I aligned my hardened member with her entrance before pushing it, peppering kisses against her face as she cried out in pain. Once I was finally nestled inside of her aching cunt, I stayed there to let her adjust to my size. A minute passed by when she gave me the okay to move, then I started moving my hips at a slow pace. Every time I pulled out and pushed back in, I felt myself get squeezed around.

  “God damnit!” I groaned quietly, “so fucking tight. It feels amazing, Maggie.”

  “D-Draco, you’re s-so…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence.

  I started moving faster and harder with each stroke and both of our moans filled the room along with the sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other. Despite the noise coming from us, we remained quiet enough so we didn’t wake up Grandma Loral.

   Maggie squeezed her eyes shut as I started snapping my hips harder to meet hers. I grabbed her chin with my right hand and pulled her head to meet mine, my lips feathering over her. Her warm breath fanning over my chapped, slightly parted lips.

  “Keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby,” I said strictly.

  Maggie’s eyes opened and our eyes stared at one another as I drilled into her repeatedly. Her nails raked into my back causing me to growl at the stinging pain. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder for a better position, my cock now going deeper into her sweet sex.

   “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, resting my forehead against her, never tearing my eyes away from hers.

  “Oh my God,” she said.

  “Feel good, huh sweetheart,” I praised, “you love being fucked like this.”

I didn’t want to take it too far, afraid that me being rough or even degrading her would cause her to push me away. She was sensitive. But Maggie seemed to love my words and nodded her head furiously as she started meeting my thrust.

  “Yeah you do, fucking slut.”

  Her moans were like music to my ears and I could feel her tightening around my throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around her throat, not too tightly, her free hand gripping my arm as I practically slammed into her with inhuman speed. I didn’t know what came over me, but everything felt intoxicating and I felt energy rushing through me. 

  “I-I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.

  “Then do it,” I growled against her lips, “cum.”

 Her body started shaking as pure pleasure rushed over her small form. I watched her emerald eyes roll to the back of her head as I continued to slam into her, riding out her high. Our moans got louder, and we didn’t care that we were being loud. If we got caught, we got caught. All that mattered to me was watching her, being with her, loving her.

My thrust started getting sloppy as I felt myself coming to my end. I removed my hand from her throat, letting her lungs collect the well needed air, and buried my head into her sweaty neck. With a few final, strong thrust, I came inside her dripping cunt and moaned in her ear, or more like growled with pleasure. Her body shivered at the sound as she knotted her fingers in my hair. My body collapsed onto her, our chest heaving up and down as we tried to settle down. Once our breathing returned to normal, I pulled myself out of Maggie and laid next to her. I looked at her.

  “Sorry,” I whispered, as I tiredly chuckled, “I didn’t mean to finish inside you.”

She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay. I’m on birth control, so it’ll be fine.”

  I smiled at her and leaned down to pick up my dress-up shirt. It was cool to the touch and as I cleaned up the mess on Maggie, she closed her eyes enjoying the welcoming, cold cloth. After I cleaned the both of us up with my shirt, I laid back down. Lightning flashed against the sky once again as a loud rumble of thunder hit the clouds. Maggie sat up and cracked the window open, the cool breeze washing over our sweaty bodies. I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled against her.

  “I love you, Maggie,” I whispered.

  “I love you too, Draco,” she said, “now and forever.”

Forever, huh?

  A smile appeared on my face as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep next to the one girl I would sacrifice everything for. All of the thoughts that once invaded my mind, the unsureness of being with a muggle, how my father would act once he found out, all of it, disappeared. The only thought left was how I would protect her from Voldemort, and if she would still be by my side when she found out I was destined to be a death eater. But all of that could wait. I wanted nothing more than to enjoy the next four days with her.

I’ve never felt so relaxed before.

Forever sounds nice.

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[tomtenadia]

Remember us - part 5

Hello everyone....

Your weekly dose of angst is here... but in this part we have a bit of domestic fluff...

CW: mention of miscarriage and depression

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“Aelin, please.” His voice gruff with pain.

“I said get out.” She snarled at him from the bed.

Rowan moved a step towards her doing the exact opposite of what she had told him “I am not.” His arms folded at his chest “do you really think that being alone will help? That kicking me out will heal the pain of losing our daughter?”

Aelin sobbed hard and threw the pillow at him and he took the hit “don’t.”

“I lost her too. Will you accept that the pain is not only yours?” He shouted back “I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. And it fucking hurts because she was my baby girl too.”

“Stop…” her sobs grew in intensity “You have no idea of the pain.”

Rowan moved closer “No I don’t. I did not carry her in me for five months. I don’t know that pain.” He caressed her head “but she had a hold on my heart since the day you showed me the sonogram.”

“You are hurting me.” She said quietly looking away from him “and I need you to go.”

“Fireheart…”

“I said get out.” She shouted.

With his heart breaking, Rowan left the room.

Rowan woke up with a gaps, feeling the desperate need to get air in his lungs. He drew a hand on his face and felt tears. Had he been crying?

The memory was still vivid in his mind and it left him with unbearable anguish in his heart. In the dream he had felt both their pain. It had been real. His thumb reached for the ring on his fourth finger a gesture he had been doing a lot recently.

The memory had left him in a daze. How had they survived such deep pain? How could two people recover from such destructive sorrow?

But they did. Somehow their marriage had proven stronger than loss.

He sighed and took his phone to look at more picture of his family. He had so many that it took him a lot to go through them all. When he unlocked the phone he saw a text from Aelin sitting there, waiting for him.

Eagerly he opened it I am going back to work today, is it okay if I come and visit you?

Like a desperate man Rowan texted back as fast as he could please, it would make me very happy. The tv seems to be a very poor companion.

After he sent the text he realised his words had been true. He needed to see her.

Great. I am taking Tom to the nursery and I am on my way.

His lips tugged upwards in a smile. Then he made himself presentable. Aelin had brought him clothes and Evalin had brought some more so slowly and very carefully, he walked to the wardrobe. His right leg still getting used to have weight back on. Once he was done he went back to bed and fixed his ruffled hair. He was nervous. He had said to Evalin that his heart told him to try and that was what he was going to do. Apologise first. Then slowly start to get back to his old life. He knew it was going to be a tough ride but their time apart had increased that tug between them. He was afraid to admit that he had missed her daily visits.

Aelin arrived an hour later and as soon as she walked into his room, his heart raced.

“Hi you,” she said softly, still standing on the door.

He gave her a smile and with his head motioned to the chair. She took the offer and sat in front of him.

“Rowan—” she started but he stopped her.

“No, let me go first, please.”

Aelin nodded and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. This was his chance to right his stupidity.

“I am sorry for what I said.” He told her “but I need you to understand how frightening and overwhelming this is for me.” Pine green eyes met blue “memories have started to trickle back. Some happy some more painful, but they helped me understand us a bit better. When I married you I promised we would face this adventure together.” He took a deep breath “You said that life can be unpredictable and cruel but that at each other’s side we could conquer anything.” He told her grabbing the hand that was on the bed near his leg “what I am trying to say is that if you are happy to take back a husband in less than minted condition, I will be grateful for the help.”

Aelin stood and kissed his forehead “Yeah, yeah I will take you back.” She sobbed hard, standing in front of him.

“This is not going to be easy.

“I know.” She brushed his hair in a loving motion and the gesture felt familiar to Rowan “but our marriage has withstood far worse.”

“I know. I saw a memory of it.”

Aelin sat back down, the smile disappearing from her features “but you fought for us. Even when I was so broken that I was ready to give up everything. You brought us out of the darkness.”

“Yrene said they can let me go home in a couple of days but she needs to know that I have a place where to go.”

Aelin took his hand “you are coming home.”

*

Rowan was in Aelin’s car and together they were driving home.

He had been so nervous that he barely slept. In the past couple of days Aelin had visited whenever she could and had discussed the new challenge ahead. Evalin was going to stay. Thomas would go to nursery but Freyja would stay with her grandma. Rowan had agreed that he could not yet be trusted with being alone with an infant.

He was nervous about meeting their kids; Thomas in particular. He was the one who remembered him the most and did not want to break the boy’s heart.

Aelin had tried to explain to Thomas that his dad had been in hospital and unwell and that his memories had disappeared. Thomas had cried at the sadness of his dad not remembering him. She had told all of that to Rowan.

“I am terrified.”

“Don’t. Acknowledge Thomas, play with him. Even if you don’t remember things just go with it.”

Rowan sighed and then he saw Aelin park in front of a lovely detached house with a garden at the front, a swing set and a tree with a treehouse.

“The tree has a treehouse on it.” He noticed, admiring their house.

Aelin chuckled, “you built it for Tom last year. You two would sleep in there from time to time and pretend to be on some sort of incredible adventure.”

Rowan smiled and then opened the door of the car and grabbed his walking stick. Dorian had assured him that it was time to leave the crutches behind and use the stick. They had practiced together until he was comfortable with it.

Aelin grabbed his bag and joined him “let’s go, mum is making lunch and I am starving.”

“You are always hungry.” He said to her and Aelin stopped in her tracks.

“What did you just say?”

“It just came out, I am sorry.”

She turned fully to him and smiled “you said that to me a lot. Together with complaining about my diet.” She took his free hand “come on buzzard, time to meet our two terrors.”

As soon as they walked into the house and Aelin announced their arrival a little blonde hurricane crashed into him, grabbing his legs “Dad, you are back.”

Rowan looked down and saw his son with his arms wrapped around his legs, green eyes shining with happiness.

His hand brushed his blonde hair “I am.”

“Mum, can I play with him?” The boy asked eagerly grabbing his father’s hand.

“Later, Tom. Dad just got back. Give him some time.”

In that instant he noticed Evalin appear with a girl in her arms “welcome home, Rowan.”

“Thank you, Evalin.” He said, not being able to stare away from the little girl. She was his clone.

Freyja seemed to recognise him and leaned forward, extending her arms to him.

Rowan looked at Aelin almost as if to ask permission and she nodded. He took the girl and sat down on the sofa. Freyja’s head leaned on his shoulder and Rowan’s hand went to her back in a protective gesture. A moment later Thomas joined them and hugged his sister and a bit of his dad.

Aelin sobbed at the scene. They had both been scared. Both worried. Because Rowan had confessed her that hurting the kids was the last thing he wanted. But now looking at that precious moment, she realised they would be fine. Thomas was easy going and Freyja always had a deeper connection with her father. And she knew, from the way Rowan had taken his daughter in his arms that no memory loss would ever took away the bond they had.

“Hi, my love.” He whispered to the girl, inhaling her scent. Freyja snuggled closer. “Come to my side, Tom.” The boy grinned and climbed on the sofa and on his knees he turned to his dad and hugged them again “I missed you, dad.”

“Well, you need to tell me everything you did while I was away.”

Aelin’s hand went to her stomach and smiled tenderly at the man in front of her. He could not yet tell his son he had missed him so he had found a way not to disappoint him.

“Mum, you come too.”

Aelin brushed her tears away and sat on the arm of the sofa just beside Rowan. It was the first time they were that close. Rowan turned his head and stared in the depths of her blue eyes. His eyes moved down to her lips and then back up. That thread between them pulled hard and before he knew it, he was kissing her. His body recognising hers. He pulled away only when he heard Thomas disgusted sounds.

Aelin stared at him with an expression he could not decipher. Maybe she was mad at him for kissing her? But it felt right. In his soul, kissing her had been right.

“You cheeky monkey.” Aelin stood and grabbed Thomas and started tickling him and the boy and Aelin’s laughter was the best music for Rowan’s ears.

*

After lunch was over the kids had gone out for a walk with their grandma and Aelin had given him a tour of the house. Rowan was impressed. They had a lovely house with four bedrooms and spacious enough to welcome a big family.

“You lost your parents when you were 20. They left you a nice stash of money that you never used. When we got married you used that money to buy this house. Our home.”

She sat at his side on the sofa, with a cup of herbal tea in her hands.

“I am sorry I kissed you. I should have asked first. I am sorry.” He looked away embarrassed at his gesture.

Aelin placed the tea on the table then grabbed his face with her hand and turned to him “Ro, you are my husband. You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me.”

“I know, but I don’t know where we stand on that aspect of us.” He explained looking at her “I don’t know where I stand. I kissed you because it felt right, but I don’t think I can go any further right now.”

Aelin nodded “of course.” That was probably their last big challenge. There was so much to deal with right now that sex was very low on her priority list although her hormones were having another opinion and that kiss had awoken in her the need for him, she had to be patient “but you can kiss me anytime and without asking, if you feel like it.” And winked at him.

He gave her a smirk that was so familiar that for a moment she felt like Rowan was truly back.

She stared into his pine green eyes while her hand was still on his cheek and then she moved and her lips met his and Rowan did not pull away. He just stood for a moment but then his mouth parted and opened for her and Aelin, at the invitation, deepened the kiss feeling the need to connect with him again.

Rowan froze for an instant at the kiss but as she did not move away he let it happen and slowly he melted in the feeling of her lips on his. Aelin’s hand sneaked on his back, pulling him closer and as Aelin deepened the kiss Rowan felt a strange feeling surge in him. Was it passion? It burned in him that strange desire and when Aelin’s tongue brushed his a moan left Rowan and he pulled back, not sure about what was happening between them.

When they pulled apart they were both breathless and Aelin caressed his face and smiled “it looks like this part between us hasn’t changed.”

Rowan lifted an eyebrow and Aelin chuckled “the fire between us. Before we had the kids we sometimes spent entire days off in bed.”

The top of Rowan’s ears turned red and she giggled and kissed him again and Rowan this time did not hesitate and her hands sneaked under his t-shirt and after a few more minutes of their make out session Rowan pulled back and stared deeply at her “you are stunning,” he whispered. He had thought that from the beginning. Rowan leaned back on the sofa and Aelin snuggled closed to his chest, inhaling deeply his scent and his arm went around her back.

“If you are uncomfortable, you tell me.” She said to him, her hand close to his heart.

Rowan shook his head “this feels nice.” His head turned to her “I don’t know how to explain it, but it feels right.”

“Hold me.”

And Rowan pulled Aelin to him, enveloping her in his strong arms.

He thought that perhaps, with her at his side, not everything was lost.

He closed his eyes and welcomed his dreams.

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[anxiousstark]

The times you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back, and the time you didn't | JJ MAYBANK

Warnings: Sad, angst, mentions of a loved one dying, physical and emotional abuse, anxiety. Kiara and Sarah were already friends. FLUFFLY AND HAPPY ENDING.

Word Count: 2648

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Laugher surrounded you. Normally, that would be something you loved, making you feel embraced by a peaceful environment. The Wreck was empty, except for the pogues enjoying a friendly night, full of laughter, delicious food, and kindness.

Usually, you cherished those nights. They would end with Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, and you, Y/N Y/L/N dancing on top of a table while the three boys grinned, betting on who would slip first. But also, preparing to get into action, to avoid someone getting hurt.

Except that night wasn't like every night. Your hands shook a little, gripping your phone tightly. Your eyes moved along that sentence, over and over again, in case you read wrong.

'Grandma passed away.'

Your parents were harsh on you. Every Kook parent was harsh on their child. But your parents had an important role that they had to maintain, being the ones in charge of every Midsummer. They needed to keep up with their perfect image, which meant that you had to keep up with it too. Even if it was too much.

Your grandmas was an exception, a lovely one. She believed in love, actually falling in love. She didn't like it when parents tried to search the 'perfect one' for their children, that perfect one being someone full of shitty money. She believed in freedom. She was the only person you went to when you couldn't cope up with some situations. She was always there, arguing with your parents, and swearing to all the gods and goddesses that you wouldn't end up being a stuck Kook married with someone who loved your status, and not your persona.

But now, she wasn't there anymore. She was gone.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to sob violently, and be embraced by your friends. And even if things weren't going to be okay, you wanted to hear them whisper that to you. But you didn't.

When Kiara's dad entered The Wreck because he had forgotten his wallet, his eyes spotted you, offering a sad smile. "Hey, Y/N. I'm so sorry." He walked to you, embracing you for a couple of seconds. Someone had turned the music off, and every pogue's attention was on you. "Bless her. She was an amazing woman. I'm so sorry for your loss."

You bit your lower lip, hoping that if you bit down on it hard enough, it would stop shaking. "Thank you," You whispered, trying to maintain a tiny smile on your beautiful face.

"Your grandma," He continued. "Best woman I've known. If you need anything, you can always come here." He waved, exiting the restaurant.

All eyes were on you, but you didn't break down. No. You didn't. Teary eyes were nothing if you smiled like everything was okay. Everyone would believe you were okay, right?

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Kiara was the first one to break the silence, then all of the others gave you their blessings, asking if you were alright. Everyone knew how much you loved that woman. Everyone knew you would do the craziest things for her.

To all the questions, you smiled, nodding your head and assuring your friends that everything was just fine. "She is in a better place," No, that was a lie. There was no better place for her than next to you. The person who loved her the most.

Everyone would believe you were okay? No, JJ Maybank knew you like the back of his hand. But he didn't say anything, just rested his hand on your back, rubbing his thumb in circles, hoping to offer comfort. You, again, smiled.

That was the first time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

Walking was hard, but you still tried to walk as you normally did. All pogues were to meet on the beach. It was the perfect day to get some amazing waves, to surf, to eat delicious and fresh food, to joke around, to make unforgettable memories.

You already had some unforgettable memories that day, but not the kind you wanted to remember, the kind you wanted to erase from your mind.

When you arrived at the beach everyone was there. The blonde boy waved at you, of course, waiting for you to go closer to them. When you did, they greeted you. It didn't matter how long you all knew each other, the excitement was always there.

It was a nice morning. Until it was time to go into the water, you didn't want to. That is why, you had left your surfboard at home, hiding in the corner of your room. But of course, you hadn't thought about how JJ always had a board prepared for if someone forgot theirs.

"I'm okay, really," Lying became easy as time went by. "I don't feel like getting into the water. That time of the month." You rested your hand on the lower part of your belly while lying again.

"But you love surfing," JJ stayed back for a couple of seconds while the others were already shouting happily, getting into the water, and splashing each other. John B grabbed Kiara, pulling her down while Pope told them not to play so roughly because someone would end up getting hurt. "You want me to stay with you?"

"No," You grinned. "Go into the ocean! That I'm not going to surf doesn't mean I don't want to see the coolest surfer in the Outer Banks."

He smirked, getting distracted from the previous conversation due to the flirty friendship you guys had. "I never knew you were THAT much in love with me. Do you have dirty dreams about me at night?" He licked his lower lip while grinning.

Your hand grabbed some sand, throwing it at him. "Go!"

He didn't go. He continued staring at you, deeply. "Are you sure you are okay?" You nodded your head which didn't convince him much. "You know that if you need to talk to someone, I'm here. We all are."

"JJ," You whispered. "I wouldn't lie to you. I'm okay. Just hate being a woman one time a month." You chuckled when he pulled a disgusted expression.

Looking at him run towards the others, the smile on your face vanished. Your tummy was full of red and purple marks, all given to you by your father. Rafe Cameron had given away to your parents that you considered yourself a pogue, escaping your house and meeting with the people you truly loved, and that loved you back. Your dad didn't like that, and everyone that knew him in a more personal way knew that he couldn't control his temper. He was the reason your brother abandoned the Outer Banks years ago.

You used to hate him for leaving you there with him. But now, you would stand in silence, receiving those punches if it meant that at the end of the day, you would be able to see your friends. To see JJ Maybank.

That was the second time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

You tried not to play with the fork, knowing that it was bad manners and that you would get a kick from under the table by your mom. You were hungry but also tried not to eat much because there were visitors, and your mom tried to convince you that a woman should not eat much in front of a man they are trying to impress. Bullshit. But you had to do it if you wanted to go to sleep without any bruise.

You weren't trying to impress anyone. Your parents wanted to impress the Cameron family. Sarah and you didn't look at each other, knowing that Rafe would be asshole enough to reveal how both of you knew each other because you went out with the pogues. Even though, he had already revealed that information to your parents.

"You two look so lovely," Your mom grinned, while Rafe's father nodded his head. "I'm so glad both of you had decided to go out together!" What?

What?

"What?" The mere question escaped from in between your lips. "I didn't-" You felt a kick under the table, you mom was glaring at you while your eyes got teary.

"Baby," She grinned wickedly. "Last night, you told me you had a big crush on Rafe. I know you are shy about these things, so I told him myself!"

"Woah," Rafe's dad intervened. Although, your eyes were on your mom, feeling completely disgusted by the lie she told. "It so amazing that you guys have such a close relationship."

No, you didn't. You guys didn't have a close relationship. You could never be close to someone who walked away when her husband beat the shit out of her own daughter.

They were arranging a relationship between Rafe Cameron and you. If your grandma was there, she wouldn't let that happen. But she wasn't which meant you were going to end up dating Rafe Cameron. Which meant you had to hide your feeling for JJ Maybank, again.

That night, JJ called your phone. He told you about how he had found this cute little puppy on the street, convincing John B to let him keep it. You almost cried while listening to his voice. Of course, you didn't.

That was the third time you wanted to cry in front of JJ but held back.

A red velvet dress embraced your body, arms full of goosebumps. You weren't sure if those were because you were a little cold due to the chilly night or because of the situation. It was your birthday, and you wanted to celebrate it. You wanted to go out with the pogues, swim, dance, or even just not do anything but be with them. But of course, you weren't allowed to.

The situation was even more shitty. Your parents had taken your phone, not giving it back, claiming that now that you were with Rafe Cameron it was even more important to be far from 'those stupid non-deserving pogues'. It had been weeks since you saw or talked to them. They didn't know what was going on.

You had ignored Kiara when she saw you shopping with Sarah. The Cameron girl swore not to say a word, even though she believed that it would hurt them even more. You had pushed John B out of the way when he saw you the other day, walking with some other Kooks, something you would never do. You had insulted Pope when he stopped-by your house to deliver some things. And a couple of days ago, Rafe Cameron had kissed you on the lips when he saw that JJ Maybank was walking to you, worriedly because you had been missing from all the pogues meeting.

So now, you were in the middle of Midsummer's party, eyes lost. The pogues probably hated you, not understanding your change of behavior. The hand that was resting on your lower back wasn't the one you wanted. And the eyes of your parents burned holes on the back of your head. Midsummer's were more important than your birthday. Not even your parent had wished you a happy birthday. Not Rafe Cameron, even though you didn't need anything from him. Not the pogues, and they had a valid reason not to. Multiple reasons not to.

Sarah did, but because she knew what was going on.

Kiara avoided you all night, not even daring to glance at you. Pope was helping his father serve food, and even when he went near you, offering food or drinks, he didn't look up to meet your eyes.

You didn't expect John B and JJ to appear at the Midsummer party. JJ's face was bruised, and your heart ached because you were always the first one to know about those things, but this time you weren't. The guards were already prepared to kick both boys out of the party.

Sarah and Kiara looked at each other, running toward both boys, hugging them closely. You couldn't help but smile a little when you saw the happiness on their faces. Especially, on JJ Maybank.

Pope glanced at his father, apologizing, and following his friends. All of them ready to leave.

Your grin vanished. Gaze focused on the floor. "I will be back. I need to retouch my makeup." You told Rafe, moving his hand away from your waist. You needed to go to the bathroom. You couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hand grabbed your wrist, and it seemed like the music was lower, whispers louder. "Rafe, I really need to go to the bathro-."

Not Rafe Cameron, but JJ Maybank.

"Come," He swallowed hard. Your tongue came out of your mouth, licking your lips, even though it didn't work because your mouth was totally dry. "Come back to us." You heard Rafe call your name, and telling JJ to step away from you. "Come back to me, please." You couldn't hide his teary eyes, and neither could you.

"Y/N Y/L/N," Your dad. You flinched when hearing his voice. You avoided JJ's gaze. "Get away from him."

You clutched JJ's hand, lessening his grip on you. Turning around, taking a step to go back to where your parents were looking at you angrily.

"We came for you," His voice made you stop. "We came for you because Sarah told us this morning what was going on. You don't have to do this anymore. No one will do anything to you. You can come back to us. We want you back."

Your father grabbed his keys, knowing that was a warning. It wouldn't be the first time he punched you with those keys between his knuckles to make more damage. "I-I don't want to go back. I'm okay, JJ."

You heard him walk away from you, again. Your back still to him. A shiver ran through your body while staring at your parents. Your dad was smiling victoriously. You shook your head. Now, he was screaming your name. But you were too busy running toward your friends, who turned around. All of them had teary eyes because they thought they lost you.

Kiara was the first one to see you, smiling. Tears wetting her cheeks. Her hand rested on JJ's shoulder, he confused looked at her, then followed her gaze to look at you. Your face was wet, some makeup running down your cheeks. But you looked beautiful. You looked beautiful because you were running back to his arms. When he had you between his arms, he could feel the violent sobs shaking your entire body.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He cried. "You didn't have to be strong. You didn't have to be strong alone. You had us." He whispered. "You have us."

"I'm sorry." You wanted to say so many things, but those were the most important ones. You needed to apologize. Eyes closed while sobbing hysterically.

"Let me see your face," JJ was also crying. He tried to move you apart from his body so he could see your face, but you tightened your arms around him, even your legs. His hands grabbed your butt, keeping your legs around his waist, supporting you. "Let me see your face because I want to kiss you so bad."

And he did. JJ Maybank kissed you like this was a film or a book. He let his lips command yours, and he couldn't hold back when his tongue desperately needed to touch yours. "I love you. It's always been you." You let him know when both of you needed to breathe.

"I love you too," He happily cried. "I'm so in love with you."

The Pogues went close to both of you, gripping their arms around you. Sobbing. Crying. Weeping.

That was the time you wanted to cry in front of JJ, and you did.

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[pokesaurio]

I find it hard to believe that New Amsterdam has such little fanfiction. It’s a great show! So I decided to write something for the Leyren ship (which I would usually never do) to fix this! Hope you enjoy :)

Summary: How the Dam Fam finds out about Lauren’s new roommate.

Helen:

“So, naturally, you offered her to live with you” said Helen sarcastically, incredulous at Lauren’s out of character decision.

“Well, yes, she has become my friend after all, and I couldn’t let her alone in the streets”, replied Lauren matter-of-factly.

“Hmm. And how’s it going?” Helen rose an eyebrow suspiciously.

“It’s...” Lauren let out a small sigh, “It’s effortless, really. I feel like she’s always been there”. The “which scares me” was left unsaid.

Helen patiently waited until Lauren disclosed more, knowing her friend usually needed more time to open up.

“Well, except for the massive tree in the middle of the living room. Which I don’t dislike, but...”

“What?!” This got Helen’s attention. Since when was Bloom known to decorate her apartments, let alone let another person do so... with living things?!

“Well, she bought a tree, said it reminded her of home. But apparently it was smaller in the picture, so now I have a full-blown tree in my living room. And I think I like it” that last part she muttered softly.

Helen let out a small, genuine smile, amused but also proud of her friend. “That looks like progress. You haven’t yet snapped her head off for touching your space, so I’d say that’s a point for Lauren’s intimate relationships”.

“Pfft. It’s not very intimate if I still don’t know about her. I have tried to learn what she likes, but she still won’t really tell me about herself. It’s a little frustrating really�� Lauren let out an adorable pout.

“Well, give her time. She is living in a stranger’s house after all, in a new country and with probably no other connections or friendships here. I can’t imagine she trusts people easily” said Helen patiently.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mama Bear is at it again. Free advice for all!” Lauren laughed.

Helen snorted. “Well, it’s taken me nowhere with Mina. Still don’t know how this motherly figure thing works, sadly” she stated defeatedly.

“Oh, come on! You’re doing great! She’s slowly respecting her school timetable and your curfews more, right? And she hasn’t put a massive tree in your living room. That has to count for something” said Lauren, pointing her finger at Helen as she walked towards her ED. “You’ve got this!” and she gave Helen her best thumbs up and exaggerated smile.

Casey:

Lauren haphazardly threw her stuff into her backpack and went for the door, ready to call it a day and head back home.

“Lauren, you’re rushing out” Casey said suspiciously as he entered the locker room. “I assume this means you’re gonna continue smuggling your friend here? Cause if it does, you should know you are risking even more than before. If they catch you again...”

“No, Casey, it’s not like that” Lauren stated. “Don’t worry, she won’t be coming back here”.

“So that means... you let her go? Do you know where she is?” said Casey, now concerned about Leyla’s wellbeing.

“She’s actually... living with me?” said Lauren, the last part coming out in a rush and higher pitch.

“What?” asked Casey, wide-eyed. “Lauren, she- what?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t leave her on the streets, and I figured since I’m never home it couldn’t hurt to give her my spare room” justified Lauren to what seemed like Casey and herself.

“Okay, Lauren, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, you are risking a lot for this stranger. Please be careful” said Casey, though not unkindly. He was just worried about his friend.

“But that’s just it, Casey. She’s not a stranger, not anymore, and I would have done the same for any one of you. I protect my people” said Lauren, now sounding much more convinced.

“Well, if you’re happy with your decision, I can only congratulate you. You finally have a friend outside of work!” he added with a smile, teasing Lauren.

Lauren swatted his arm playfully. “I forgot, Mr Popular here knows most of New York. And I might have one friend, but it’s a hard one” she said, giving him the finger.

“Okay, okay!” Casey laughed, raising his arms defensively. “You win. But Lauren” he said softly “I am happy for you. Just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing”.

“Thanks” said Lauren with a smile, squeezing his arm lightly as she left.

Lauren:

She did know what she was doing. Right. Right? It wasn’t like Leyla was a random stranger, not anymore, and she liked her enough that living together had been smooth sailing so far. So why did she find herself overthinking everything when it came to Leyla?

“Get your shit together, Lauren” she chanted to herself. She was driving home, her palms sweating slightly, but still excited to get there. She had been rushing out a lot lately. The memory of Leyla’s soft smile as she held her hand, fingers interlocking and fitting perfectly as they stared at the tree and Lauren’s want, need to be close, oh so close, a compass searching North. She couldn’t wait to get home to Leyla’s sarcasm, Leyla’s dinners, Leyla’s subtle presence in her apartment and life that made it theirs.

Without noticing, Lauren had been smiling like an idiot for at least half an hour, and she had arrived to her portal. She got out of the car and went for the stairs, taking twice at a time. But as she opened the door, a wave of disappointment washed over her. Leyla wasn’t home, had probably had to take a DriverTime client, and suddenly the apartment felt empty and cold again. Lauren couldn’t understand how she had lived like this for so long before.

But then a thought sprung to mind. Leyla had waited for her every day for the past week, staying up and meeting her with a fabulous home-cooked dinner after work. The least she could do was reciprocate, so Lauren got ready to prepare a mindblowing meal or die trying. Cooking had never been her strong suit, but she figured it couldn’t be too hard.

She remembered Leyla mentioning she deeply missed Pakistani cuisine, and how she had been disgusted by Lauren suggesting she try a Pakistani restaurant around the corner. “You Americans think you can serve a random dish and rebrand an entire culture. That place is not Pakistani”, she had stated. So Lauren had asked, and she had learned, how Nihari reminded her of late night dinners at home and Lassi was her all-time favourite beverage. And so she had a single thought in mind; today she was making the best Pakistani dinner for Leyla.

As she set out to spice the assortion of different meets, she re-entered her previous reverie. She knew Leyla would love this, even if Lauren was probably going to ruin the recipe and tarnish the Pakistani name. But Leyla would smile sweetly, as she did every time Lauren remembered a small detail about her and did her best to make her feel like home, and she would be grateful. Lauren could not wait until she came back, excited to see that look on her face that said “no one’s ever cared for me like this, and I’m glad you’re the first one”.

Slow-cooking the meat into a stew proved difficult, and mixing the yoghurt, water, spices and fruit for the Lassi had Lauren seriously questioning her cooking skills. But all in all, after about an hour she decided she had done a pretty good job. She set out to dress the table, going as far as opening a good red wine and placing a candle. She didn’t want to overdo it, but thought Leyla would decidedly not mind and find her efforts cute. Lauren was struck by the inclusion of “cute” into her vocabulary, could not remember when she had cared about someone’s reaction this much, and decided damn Leyla and her faint smiles had softened her. She couldn’t bring herself to care, though.

And just like clockwork, as soon as Lauren set the last plate with the fine-looking Nihari on the table, Leyla entered the apartment.

“Honey, I’m home!” she shouted jokingly in her beautiful accent.

“Hey! How was work? Any frat boys I should beat up?” said Lauren smiling.

“No frat boys, thankfully. Just an old lady telling me about her grandson. I must have seen like 30 photos of him, and let me tell you, no one can convince me babies are cute. They’re bald!” Leyla proclaimed, dignified.

Lauren snorted. “Of course you would befriend a grandma and have her show you her family. It must be your cranky charm” replied Lauren teasingly.

“You would be surprised. I cause sensation amongst octogenarians” said Leyla amusedly. As she caught the smell of cooked meat, she looked at Lauren, surprised. “You cooked? You? Is MY tree burnt down?” she joked.

“I’ll let you know, OUR tree is intact and very much still alive. And don’t you dare take away my custody, I love him like my own son too!” said Lauren in mock dignification. “I did cook, and I hope you like it” she continued, now softly. She met Leyla’s eye, hope and wonder sparkling bilaterally.

Leyla approached the table, repressing a squeel of excitement at the site of her favourite foods. “Lauren! You shouldn’t have! How did you even-?” and as she turned around to look at Lauren, the intensity in her eyes stunned her. The amount of care and adoration was palpable there, and it was enough to overwhelm her.

“Thank you”, she said in a small voice.

“I thought you deserved something special. You know, for cooking horrible meals every day” Leyla approached her slowly, still with eyes locked in an intense duel. “You would think as a doctor my main threat of illness would come from my patients, but you make a hard run for it” another step closer. “And besides, knowing my cooking skills it’s probably very bad. So we’re even” she continued rambling. Leyla finally took the final step towards Lauren, cupping her cheek and forcing her to shut up.

“You talk too much”, she said, resting on her tiptoes slightly to reach for her cheek and place a soft kiss there. “Thank you, truly”.

Lauren stood there, transfixed and unable to utter words. “Y-Yeah. It’s... nothing, really” she managed to muster.

Leyla tried to fight off a smile at Lauren’s awkwardness. During the course of her stay at Lauren’s- their- apatment, she had been quick to discover that she could turn Lauren, the hard-assed doctor and witty friend, into a rambling mess with well placed silences and touches. And naturally, she had immediately taken a liking to doing so as often as possible.

She turned around and sat at the table, staring down at her food and trying not to show her satisfaction at the amount of time it took Lauren to recompose herself and sit with her. She let Lauren pour some wine for herself, seeing as she didn’t look too enthused with the Lassi, and tried the Nihari. And, oh god, it certainly wasn’t like the one she enjoyed back home, but Lauren had undoubtedly achieved something here. Leyla couldn’t stop a moan from escaping her lips.

Lauren sat across from her, lips parted, staring at her like she was the only thing in the world. Her eyes slowly trailed to her lips, and Leyla thought she might burst if she didn’t break the moment soon. “Lauren, it’s- it’s perfect” said Leyla, and she meant it. It might not be like the one back home, but Lauren had managed to capture a new flavour, to redefine the very meaning home. She could get used to this.

Lauren looked back up at her, smile back in place. “Really? That’s new” she said, satisfied and proud of her achievement.

As they ate in silence, Lauren realised two things. One, she was definitely falling in love with Leyla Shinwari. And two, while Leyla had been her roommate for a few weeks already, it was only now that she felt like they were actually _living_ together... building a home.

Iggy:

“Hey, Iggs! I haven’t caught up with you in a while! How’s everything going?” asked Lauren as she entered Iggy’s office, taking the sofa and sprawling out on it.

Iggy stopped flicking through his charts, immediately knowing something was up. He could tell Lauren was properly glowing, but knew he would have to let this play out if he wanted to get any information out of his friend.

“Lauren! It’s great to see you. I’ve been great. I went to see a nutritionist, and I’ve been trying to join some virtual support groups for people with eating disorders. I still have a long road ahead of me, and I have to put in the work, but thanks for calling me out on my bullshit. Truly” he said sincerely.

Lauren perked up even more, rising to her feet and reaching around Iggy’s desk to hug him. “Iggy! That’s great! I’m so glad to hear it, and I’m so proud of you. And hey, you called me out on my bullshit when I was using, so it was only fair I did the same” she smiled.

Iggy returned her smile, glad to see that both of them were making amends and working to improve their lives.

He rose up to start walking to his next consult, not wanting this conversation to end but really needing to get there on time. After Lauren followed him along, curiosity finally got the best of him. “Okay, I have to ask... What’s gotten into you? You look like you just got to perform one of your supper cool surgeries or something. Anything new?” he asked.

“Well, I’m doing well” she said as they strolled down New Amsterdam’s corridors. Iggy waited patiently, letting Lauren open up at her own speed. “And... and I got a roommate!”

Iggy frowned, perplexed. He knew Lauren, knew how much she valued her space and how closed-off she could be, so he couldn’t fathom why getting a roommate would be something she’d want to do, let alone be the cause of her exuberant joy. “Wha... How?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a long story, really. She came in with a patient, and kind of guessed what was wrong with her, but it turned out it wasn’t a guess, cause she’s really a doctor, but obviously I didn’t know that” she started rambling, with Iggy finding it hard to follow along.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down” he said, though he was glad to see Lauren so excited about something.

“Yeah, sorry. Basically, she pulled off a successful needle decompression in my ED, which I now admit was pretty cool, I called security, she had no place to stay, used the hospital closet for a while... And now she’s living with me” finished Lauren, looking way too satisfied by her explanation.

“She... You... What?!” asked Iggy, dumbfounded.

“Yeah... She’s kind of a lot. In the good way” said Lauren, and it was clear to Iggy by now that she was positively smitten. At this new information, he changed tactics.

“Wow, Lauren, that’s a huge step! I’m happy for you, and so proud. I’d love to meet her sometime” he said.

“Yeah! That’d be great! I’m sure you’d love her, once you get past her cranky façade. You two would totally get along” replied Lauren excitedly.

Iggy knew how possessive Lauren was of her space, knew how much it meant for her to have friends meet even if she may not do it consciously. The fact that she was agreeing to let him meet her meant he was right; Lauren was smitten beyond recognition.

“Great! And what’s it like, living with this...” he trailed off, hoping to get a name out of Lauren for once.

“Leyla! It’s great. Yesterday I cooked her some Pakistani dinner, cause she missed it from back home, and then we watched a comedy and watered our big-ass tree. Don’t ask. It’s like she’s lived with me all along” she finished bashfully.

And Iggy had to assume Lauren knew how this sounded, how many lesbian stereotypes she was ticking off. So he replied, amusedly, “Tell me, Lauren, does this Leyla know you two are dating?” he said, a mischiveous twinkle in his eye.

Lauren stopped abruptly in the corridor, a horrified look on her face. Iggy repressed a laugh, was thrilled by Lauren’s new baby-gay side. He turned around to look at her, saw her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as she searched for a reply, but continued walking backwards. “Wait... do you?” he asked, now enjoying Lauren’s alarmed look. He turned around a corner, leaving a dumbfounded Lauren behind, and shouted, “Good luck!”

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[mayraki]

the empty house

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>>> the troublemakers have max’s place all to themselves for the first time. but they don’t have to worry about getting bored, because their minds already know what they want to do.

warning: smut +18. unprotected sex, don’t be silly wrap your willy! (max is on the pill be smart everybody!!!!)

a/n: this isn’t my favorite thing to write so i apologise if this is bad, but i wanted to give y’all nasty asses what you’ve been asking for for a long time, so have this.

“DAYDREAMING!!!!! Day dreaming into the night!!!!!!!” Max was yelling in the kitchen while waiting for the pasta to be ready. She had her phone on full volume and a spoon as her microphone.

“JJ!!!! You’re cheating!!!” Cody yelled from the living room.

“No I’m not!” Max heard her boyfriend yell back. She walked towards them to find the two of them sitting on the floor with cards all over the floor.

“What are you two doing?”

“Playing UNO, but JJ keeps cheating!”

“You two are sore losers, Cody you’re cheating too.” Max said and Cody opened his mouth offended while JJ looked surprised at him.

“What?! No I’m not!”

“Yes you are, you have cards in your back pocket.” She pointed at his brother and he let out a tiny sigh.

“Ha! You cheater!” JJ yelled. “I win, then.”

“No you don’t.” Max said and both of them looked at her confused. “You also have cards in your boots.”

“Fuck.” He whispered taking the cards off his boot.

“How did you know?” Cody asked getting up while looking surprised at his sister, who had a proud smile on her face.

“C’mon, I’m a pro at cheating. You’ll never catch me.” She said. “Now, come to the kitchen, dinner is ready.”

“Oh, I’m not eating here.” Cody said making Max turn to him.

“What? Why?”

“I’m going to Lucy’s.” He said and Max felt like a bucket full of cold water fell on her body.

“Who’s Lucy?” JJ asked with a grin.

“My girlfriend.” And... another bucket.

“So, you prefer to have Lucy’s dinner and not mine?” Max asked pretending to be hurt. “Got it.”

“Technically is not her dinner, it’s her parents.”

“Having dinner with her parents? It’s getting serious!” JJ said with proud smile and gave Cody a fist bump.

“I don’t know if it is, though.”

“Dude, you’re having dinner with her parents, it is.”

“But you had dinner with our parents before you even started dating.” Cody said and Max looked at JJ, who did the same while nodding.

“Yeah, well- we were just friends back then. He came as a friend.” Max said and Cody let out a tiny laugh.

“Yeah, friends.” He said sarcastically. That tone made JJ and Max stare at each other surprised at Cody, who patted their shoulders and left the room, leaving them with their tongues twisted.

“That little shit.” Max said shookingly once they arrived at the kitchen.

“Well, he’s right.” JJ said and Max never turned so quickly.

“What?”

“We kinda liked each other back then.”

“I know it took us a lot of time to actually realize that we liked each other because we’re dumb with a lot of issues, but- do you think we actually liked each other in that moment?” She was asking while taking the pasta to the plates.

“I don’t know. I cared about you, I thought you were hot and funny. And at one point I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so maybe.” He said without realising he did. As soon as Max turned to him, she had a little grin on her face. “What?”

“You couldn’t stop thinking about me?” She asked softly.

Max knew that, of course she did. They’re together now. But going back to those moments they weren’t and knowing that JJ thought about her, cared and have those thoughts in his mind that involved her, made her had butterflies on her stomach.

“Yeah.” JJ nodded and the moment Max let out a tiny laugh, JJ shook his head. “Don’t.”

“That’s kinda embarrassing, you had a crush on me, you had a crush on me.” She started singing.

“Dude, we’re together now.” JJ said but a laugh escaped his mouth.

“So? You had a crush on me when we were kids, I’m gonna still make fun of you. Otherwise, how am I gonna have fun?” She left the plates on the kitchen table and immediately felt some hands going around her waist and a body against her back.

“Do you want me to answer to that? Because I have one.” He gently kissed her neck and that made her skin shiver, but as soon as the sound of a door closing hit her ears, she turned around to face him and leave her hands around his shoulders.

“You know we can’t here, right?” She asked softly and JJ let out a tiny sigh before nodding. He didn’t say anything, instead he dropped his head on her chest to leave little kisses on her bare chest. She bit her lower lip because of the good sensation, trying to control every one of her new wild emotions. “You suck.” Max said in a whisper, making JJ let out a smile against her chest.

“Do you guys have to do this here?” Max heard Fred ask once he walked into the kitchen with a disgusted expression. JJ quickly let go of Max and turned around embarrassed of his prior actions and the fact that her big brother just saw them. Max bit his lower lip trying to not laugh at JJ and his nervous movements. “JJ, I don’t want to kick your ass, so please, don’t make me see how you put your hands all over my little sister.” Fred said giving a sip to his glass of water.

Max rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, because you know how to kick someone’s ass.”

“I did kick yours once.” Fred said proudly. That made JJ turned to Max surprised and for her to opened her mouth offended.

“I was four! But then I turned 5 and that was the last time you kicked my ass because I started to kick yours.”

Fred let out a tiny laugh while shaking his head, but instead of following Max’s conversation, he left the glass of water on the skin and said “I’m going out tonight.”

“What? Cody is going out too.” Max said and like a calling spell, Cody appeared on the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m going to Lucy’s.”

“Traitor.” Max said and took off her tongue at him, who just did the same and then continued talking.

“Have you heard about mom and dad?” He asked looking at Fred.

“Yeah, mom’s test are all in order so they will come back tomorrow morning.” Fred responded. “So you two better be here when they come.” He said at his two little siblings, but more to Max since he stared at her longer.

“I will! You’re the one who’s going out- wait, Fred is going out and Cody is going out too, am I turning into the grandma sibling?” JJ let out a tiny laugh and she turned to him, which made them both realize at the same time, they had the house to themselves. They both tried to hide their grins and excited smiles since both of Max’s brothers were still in the room.

“Alright, I don’t want to be late, so I’m leaving now.” Cody said turning around followed by Fred.

“You two behave, please.” Fred said with his firm tone.

“Don’t worry, we will.” Max said but she knew her brother didn’t believe her at all, but instead of saying anything, he turned around and left the house with Cody by his side.

“So..” Max said once she heard the door closing.

“So..” JJ repeated getting closer to Max.

“My parents won’t come until tomorrow morning, Fred and Cody are out of the house-that means the house is empty.” Max pointed out while JJ was slowing nodding. “And the food is cold, it’s going to take a while before it’s hot again.”

“That means we have some time to kill.” JJ said wrapping his arms around Max and pulling her closer to his body. They both immediately felt the heat going to their skin, JJ’s fingers were tracing her back slowly while her hands were behind his neck, pulling his face even closer.

“Yes it does.” She said softly when a little smile escaped her lips. Without waiting another second, JJ closed the little space between them and kissed her lips with some strength. He wanted to feel her like he never did before, the taste on her lips had a little bit of cherry because of her chapstick and he loved that. The kiss was slow but had so much hotness in it that it didn’t took them much longer to get quicker with it. JJ slipped his tongue inside of her mouth and with his hand, grabbed her waist to pull her closer against his body.

Max felt his hot body on hers but she wanted more, so with slow hands while his lips were still on her, she traced with her fingers his stomach until she reached his pants. She broke the kiss to give him a smile and see the desire on his eyes. He definitely wanted her, there was no doubt on that. JJ was waiting for Max’s hand to go inside his pants since her hand was right there, but instead, Max kept going down outside of it, making slow circles with her index finger against his crotch area. “You’re such a tease.” JJ said in a whisper against her lips. She let out a grin and bit her lower lip, enjoying the fact that she had him on the palm of her hand.

With quick moves, JJ grabbed her thighs to lift her up and for her to wrap her legs around his waist. Pulling for another kiss, Max grabbed the back of his neck while JJ was confidently walking towards Max’s room. He had it memorised, so the walk came easy for him. Seconds later, Max’s room door was closed and JJ was sitting down on the bed while Max was in front of him, looking him up and down.

“Let me see that beautiful body of yours.” He said softly caressing her thigh. She let out a smile and gave JJ a kiss, she gently bit his lower lip before pulling away and slowly taking her shirt off by grabbing it from the bottom with her two hands.

“Now it’s your turn.” She said dropping her shirt on the floor. Her bare chest was now on his sight so he couldn’t take his eyes away from them, she let out a tiny grin noticing how mesmerised he was, even if he had seen them multiple times already.

“What if want you to take all of your clothes first this time?” He said letting his back rest on the bed while his hands were holding the back of his head. Max stayed in silence biting her lower lip. She wanted to give him what he wanted, but not just yet. She climbed into the bed and left her legs between his waist. She took his hand and made it grab her thigh, JJ didn’t know what Max was doing or where she wanted to get, but he was into it. Once he made the grip on her thigh stronger, she let out a smile and got closer to his face to leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Beg me to take my clothes off.” She said in a whisper against his lips. He let out a grin understanding what she was doing, but before he could say anything else Max started to move against his pants. She was slowly riding him to get him on her game. The way she moving on top of his covered dick made him let out a tiny moan, which lead to Max smiling and make the movement even more slowly and more strongly against his dick.

“Take off your clothes.” He said almost in a whisper trying to keep his firm tone on his voice, but the way she was riding on him with no shirt on, made his body tense against the bed and for him to fall for her touch.

“What was that?” She asked dropping her body even more into his, which lead to him letting out another moan. She felt a bulge growing against her short and that made her let out a long breath, enjoying it and a proud smile escaped her lips.

“Please.” He begged this time but Max wasn’t listening, she wanted more from him. Noticing that she wasn’t doing it, he sat down on the bed grabbing the back of her waist with his two hands, now it was him who was doing the movements with her body. “Please, take off your clothes so I can fuck you right now.” He said and that made Max let out a grin while her hands were going to her short to undo her buttons. With quick hands, JJ wrapped his arm around her waist and left a hand on the bed to pull her up and leave her back against the bed, to finally be on top of her and to remove her clothes once and for all.

Once her short was off her body JJ let out a grin and got closer with his face to her stomach to leave little kisses on it. Teasing her a little bit, he went down to her underwear and with his thumb started to caress it up and down. She let out a loud breath and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of it. Her body was starting to get hot against the bed, she opened her legs wider to leave more space for JJ. He layed on his chest while he was leaving slow kisses on her underwear, he looked up with his eyes to watch her face relax under his touch. He went back down and grabbed her underwear but stayed still to look at her once again. “Do you want this?” He asked so softly that Max felt his breath against her skin. She nodded biting her lower lip and that made JJ let out a grin, proud of the way he was making her feel. Once her underwear was off, he took his tongue towards her and started moving it in a circle on her clit, she arched her back because of the sudden feeling on her lower stomach. She started to feel the pleasure on her skin as JJ was moving his tongue up and down, side to side against her clit. He started to go slow once again to let her regain clontrol on her breathing but then continued moving the speed from slower to faster. It didn’t took long before Max started to feel the heat around her clit and her legs to close up and end up closer to JJ’s head. The pleasure she was feeling was so strongly that she grabbed his hair with strength once she let out a tiny moan when his speed got even faster. “Don’t stop, please.” She said almost in a whisper. JJ took a deep breath agains her skin to finish her off and give her the first orgasm of the night.

Feeling how JJ was making her finish, she grabbed her thigh and hold it with strength once the pleasure around her clit became even more stronger. She closed her legs even more feeling the palpitation get faster. “I’m coming JJ.” She said fast and it was followed by a loud moan. Once it was over, she let her back rest on the bed while her heavy breathing was the only sound on the room. While JJ was going closer to her face, he left a gentle kiss on her stomach before arriving to her lips to leave another kiss on them. She closed her eyes for a second but then when she opened them again, she grabbed his cheek and pulled him closer.

“I’m guessing you liked that.” JJ said and that made Max let out a tiny laugh.

“It’s your time to get your clothes off.” Max said in a firm time once her breathing was almost back to normal as well as her heart. JJ let out a tiny smile and sat down on the bed to get rid of his clothes. Max stared at him, enjoying the view of her boyfriend getting naked in front of her leaving on her sight his fit body. Finally, he got rid of his underwear and that made Max look down to see his boner. “Having fun?” She asked looking back at him which made JJ let out a laugh while shaking his head, before going back to be on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him even closer to her, she felt his dick moving against her lips before entering her body. She let out a tiny moan as he was slowing thrusting into her. Once fully inside, he let out a moan and left his head next to her neck while his arms were under her head, making his elbows hold his body on top of her.

He started moving slowly inside of her making them let out tiny moans. The sounds that were coming out of her mouths were the only noises on the room, making their bodies feel more hot and the pleasure to become more stronger. Max started to feel her walls palpitating against his dick while he was moving more faster. He started to go in and out of her once the speed became faster than before, the way he was hitting her skin started to make noise on the room. He made the thrust more deeper each time, making her moan louder and grab his arms with strength, trying to keep her body still under his.

His body was asking for more so he speeded the movement inside of her, making their bodies shake at the pleasure and the room to get filled with their moans. He started to moan against her ear, making her shiver at the noise that was entering her head. Max noticed his body getting weaker on top of her so she gently bit his ear and let out heavy breath against his skin, knowing how much he liked that. “Are you about to come baby?” She asked softly against his ear. He started to moan making his movements as fast as he body was letting him. Max closed her eyes with strength felling her palpitations getting faster and faster as the seconds were passing. “Finish for me, JJ.” She said with a shaky voice getting her nails into his back, as she was feeling the orgasm coming through. JJ was feeling it too, as his dick was coming in and out of her, his body started to shake a little bit against hers and when it came, he let out a loud moan and left his body rest on her while he was still inside of her.

“Fuck.” He said with his heavy breathing and his chest going quickly up and down. He slowly got out of her to drop his body next to hers. He turned to her to see her eyes closed as she was trying to relax and bring her breathing back to normal. He got closer to her face to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Max opened her eyes and let out a tiny smile, she grabbed his cheek to give him a kiss on the lips and then go back to relax on the bed.

“You don’t look so bad.” She grabbed his hair and let her fingers go through it. Then, with her index finger, she grabbed his necklace to pull him closer and whisper against his lips. “You know what?” Max asked and JJ nodded, waiting for her answer. “I really want that pasta right now.” She said, making him let out a tiny laugh and letting her know he agreed with her by leaving another kiss on her lips.

>>> darling, you’re the only one that makes me see starts in my ceiling. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you make me yours tonight.

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[dianapana]

SH Day 1: The Beginning of us

@sasuhinamonth

(Modern AU, OOC most likely)

“Kids, don’t forget to be very nice to Grandma today, it’s a difficult day for her” Hikari said once again, only to be met with silence. The woman sighed deeply and looked into the rearview mirror at her two teens, both with earphones in, typing away on their phones.

“They both love your mom; I know they’ve been in awful mood swings lately but they haven’t seen Hinata in a couple weeks.” Yuuta, Hikari’s husband tried to reassure her.

“I know, but this would have been dad’s birthday, and she always gets so sad around this time of the year. It’s been almost 10 years since dad died, but it still breaks my heart every time to see her cry”

Just as she finished talking the car stopped, Hikari did not have the time to turn around and ask her kids to be well-behaved because they were both out of their seats and running towards the house.

“These kids, I swear…” Hikari murmured to herself as she was putting her phone into her purse getting ready to get out of the car as well. She was just about to complain some more but was cut off.

“MOOOOOM, THE DOOR’S LOCKED”

That was it, the sentence that made her skin crawl, she froze in place. Hinata always waited for them by the window and would come outside when the car park, no matter how down she was that day, she would always be outside, but she wasn’t, the door was locked.

“Kids come back here,” Yuuta said softly while taking her purse. The kids got back into the car with wide eyes, confused but also scared. Hikari could not move, she stayed still and silent looking at her own hands as Yuuta went to unlock the door and then went deeper into the house. The few minutes he was gone felt both like a few seconds and an eternity.

He came out of the house with a deep frown on, he didn’t even have to say the words, they all knew. The kids cried Hikari fought against tears and Yuuta called his brother-in-law to tell him the sad news. Hinata had passed away in her sleep.

The week to come was a blur of phone calls and planning intertwined with crying, mourning and comforting. The funeral came and ended in a blink of an eye. Most of Hinata’s friends and generation had already passed, thus most of the people attending were distant family or kids of her friends. Regardless the room was filled with sobs and condolences. Just a few days prior Hikari complained about her kids growing up too fast, becoming adults that no longer needed her, but during the funeral, both of them held her hand as they cried throughout the ceremony.

Hinata was buried next to Sasuke, after 10 years of making him wait she decided to leave them and join him in heaven, part of Hikari was happy the two of them would meet again in the afterlife, but the other half of her was stubbornly missing her mother, needing her even in her adult life.

The last step of the process was cleaning out the house. It almost felt like blasphemy when they decided to sell the house. Sasuke built that house for Hinata, they started their family there. Even after Sasuke passed Hinata refused to move in with either of her kids because the house itself held importance to her. Two months passed since the funeral, but it still felt too soon, yet Yuuta and her elder brother were moving the furniture seeming not to understand the gravity of the matter.

Hikari on the other hand was on the floor of Hinata and Sasuke’s bedroom looking through photo albums of their childhood. She was reminiscing all the happy memories she had in the house, being in deep thought she didn’t hear her kids walking in until one of them affirmed loudly. “Wow Grandma and Grandpa look so young here”

Hikari looked over to see which photo they were referring to. It was a black and white shot of the two smiling, they were 19 at the time, Hikari knew the picture well, much like the story behind it.

“That was taken on their first date,” she said and the two kids looked up at her, waiting, expecting more, willing to hear the story. “Mom told me the story about a million times when I was a teen ‘If he doesn’t treat you like Sasuke treated me here, don’t bother he’s not worth your time Hikari’ she’d say”

Looking at the photo for a moment longer she could almost hear Hinata’s soothing voice as she was telling the story.

“The two of us met when we were small kids, our mothers were friends but we moved from Konoha after I entered elementary school. At the time the move was devastating, but as years went by, he slowly became a passing thought until finally I completely forgot about him and our friendship. Years later after, I returned to Konoha because I was assigned a kindergarten teacher post here. The first few days here were awful, I knew nobody and the other teacher was so rude and mean. I cried myself to sleep the first two weeks. I hated the apartment I stayed in as well; looking back, the apartment was lovely, but I hated being alone, I had never been alone before, and at the time being a single young girl in the city by yourself was frowned upon, and that mentality was so deeply rooted In my mind as well, I felt shame at times to come home to silence. I barely managed to get used to the job when I met Sasuke again, he was a young, handsome man; and he knew it too, if you think his ego is bad now you should have seen him back then. He came by the kindergarten to pick up his niece. He claims he remembered me and that’s why he kept approaching me, but I don’t believe that; I am telling you he fell in love at first sight.

I didn’t want to do anything with him, I was still having a tough time and a relationship would be too difficult to start at the time, but he insisted almost daily. It started out in a self-centred manner; he really believed himself to be the best catch out there, and he was, but still, it wasn’t very attractive at the time how he approached me in that way. So, after a few tries, he realized he should change how he tried to get my attention, he would bring me one flower every day when he came to pick up his niece; he apparently begged his sister-in-law to allow him to pick her up daily. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped coming, I didn’t ask about him because why would I, but his disappearance made me feel sad and disappointed; it made me realize how our small interactions actually meant so much to me and how much I basked in his attention.

A month passed and I had not seen him since, this time his memory was much stronger and harder to forget, but I was starting to lose hope of ever seeing him again. And just as I started accepting that fact, he returned with 31 flowers, one for each day he was absent, and a picture; a picture of the two of us as kids holding hands in the backyard of my old house. He looked so lovely, he was wearing a suit; it was the first time I saw him in one; he had just gotten an important job and couldn’t stop by due to the training program he needed to complete.

Before I could even get a word out, tell him I had missed him or that I was happy to see him, or how utterly surprising it was that we had met before; he started talking about fate and destiny, it was a lovely speech that painted us to be the one and only option for the other, it was very sweet. But once again he didn’t allow me to reply before asking me to wait. ‘Wait for a month’ he said ‘I will come and ask you on a proper date, one that I will be able to pay for with my first salary.’ I thought that was charming of him so I agreed.

Little did I know that a month later he’d show up once again with 31 roses and on a motorcycle. I had never dreamt of seeing one of those at the time, they were still so new and almost frightening. But I had waited for that date for such a long time so I decided to do things his way. He took me to the most expensive restaurant in the city.

The date itself is such a fun story too when he had to order he asked for the beef tartare, but he had never had it before and thought the condiments that came on the side were pre-portioned so he dumped everything in, it was so disgusting he couldn’t even take two bites out of it, so we ended up splitting my pasta. After the ‘dinner fiasco’ as Sasuke still refers to it, we continued our drive, he took me outside Konoha grounds to a small river bank where it was rumoured that you could see the most stars in the sky. That’s where we took the picture. We actually took about a dozen but we were both nervous, so either I had my eyes closed or his hands were shaking and the photo was blurred.

We leaned against the bike and looked at the sky for a while until he took my hand and held it, my heart was beating so fast I was certain he could hear it. I had never been on a date before, and the month of not seeing him made me realize my feelings, add to that a full month of waiting and expectations and I was a ball of stress, especially now that we were all alone in a secluded area. I had been fine at the restaurant, I was calm and collected while he had been the anxious one, but now the roles were reversed, he appeared to be so sure of himself and I was shaking all over. I thought the silence would be awkward, but it wasn’t, it was comfortable. I can’t even remember how long we looked at the starts and occasionally talked a bit, but I do remember the cool summer wind and his warm hand, I remember the mischievous glint in his eye, I was sure he’d kiss me, but he only looked at me and called me beautiful.

We only had our first kiss on date number six about three weeks and a half later, when I asked why he waited so long, he told me that Itachi gave him some advice, that at times waiting builds up suspense and makes the other person constantly think of you; which was true, all my thoughts would somehow lead up to him; and Sasuke said that he wanted me thinking of him as much as possible so I’d catch up to him; so, I’d like him just as much as he liked me. Poor him, not knowing I had already fallen deeply in love.

Don’t settle for less Hikari, they have to have an elaborate and intricate plan to get to you, and if it’s you doing the chasing follow your dad’s lead because I thought he was so charming.”

The story would forever be in Hikari’s mind, she would forever remember her parents as being deeply in love from their beginning until their last moments. The house was filled with memories, but so was she, she carried around all of the stories and moments of her parent’s love story throughout the years, and it was a beautiful tale.

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