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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 9

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 5,300

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- Back at a convention we go. Someone lets the cat out of the bag here with the breakup. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Turns out you really didn’t have a lot of time to think things over once you returned home. Jared was at the studio, and Gen had her hands full with a wild child and a smelly dog. You leave her with Tom and take Sadie outside for a bath. When you come back inside Tom wants you to play with him.

Jared comes home with your script for the first episode, they had to rework a few things for it. Before bed you spend some time reading it over and making notes for yourself.

When you wake up and go down to a late breakfast on Thursday, Gen starts asking about your flight.

“What flight?”

“Aren’t you flying out today, so you can be there all day tomorrow?”

“What are you…OH CRAP THE CONVENTION!”

Jared comes back from his run just as you finish yelling. “What happened?” he asks, looking between you and his wife before you are dashing from the room.

“I think she forgot it was convention weekend, and that she is supposed to leave today,” Gen tells her husband.

“Got it.”

After a quick shower you are running around your room picking out clothes. Someone knocks and you holler at them to come in. Gen walks in looking at the clothes thrown on the bed and the open bathroom bag on the dresser.

“Do you have anything around for this weekend yet?”

“Um, no. Do you remember ever seeing con pictures of me in this top?” you ask her, holding up a black dress shirt.

“Yes, but only because there is a picture of us together, I have.”

“Crap.” Throwing that in the no pile you move back to the closet.

“What time is your flight?”

“4:15, should probably leave here around 1:30. Which is oh, about two hours away now,” you reply with a grimace.

“What can I do to help?” she asks.

“My bathroom travel things are in the bathroom cabinet. I hope. I don’t know why I unpacked that stuff. Could you throw it in the travel bag please? There should be hair crap, body wash, face cream, lotion. Whatever makeup is on the counter. Oh and toothbrush and paste. Will definitely need those, no one wants to get close to the girl with morning breath.”

Finally figuring out 2 outfits for the days you are there, and one for karaoke, you run out to the pool building to grab your swimsuit. You never know if you will have time for a swim, but you would rather have it with you and not use it than leave it at home and have free time. Throwing in some workout clothes and pajamas you are finally good to go. You pack your carryon bag with your wallet, computer, headphones, a book and some snacks.

Thirty minutes later your bags are sitting by the bedroom door. “Okay, I think I’m good to go.”

“Only a small tornado left in your wake.”

Raising an eyebrow you look at Gen, not sure what she means. She points her finger around your room and you look with a groan. You currently have more clothes on the bed and floor than are likely in the closet.

“I’ll help you pick ‘em up.”

Half an hour later the room is back together and you won’t have to worry about it when you get home Saturday night.

“Gen, I ever told you you are a lifesaver?” You ask your sister-in-law as you walk out of your room.

“Eh, it’s been awhile,” she jokes with you. “But I’m happy to help.”

Taking your things downstairs, you find Tom and Jared on the living room floor building with legos.

“Aunt Y/N, wanna build with us?”

“I can for a few minutes.”

“Are you leaving again?”

“Yeah, I’m off to Orlando, Florida this time.”

“Where’s that?”

“East of here,” he just looks at you, “not that that means anything to you.”

He turns to his dad, “are you leaving too?”

“Saturday morning bud. That’s in two days, and I’ll be gone for two days.”

“You’re flying out in the morning?” you question.

“Yeah, figured I’d come a little earlier. They moved some of our stuff around to get more in on Saturday since you won’t be there Sunday.”

“Oh, thanks for doing that. Sorry you had to.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

After spending a few minutes building a Lego town, you all break for lunch before Jared drives you to the airport. He tells you to have a safe trip and gives you a hug before getting back in the car and taking off.

Once you clear check-in and security, you walk around the familiar space, before sitting down and pulling out your book. It’s finally time to board and you are ready for takeoff. You’re a little nervous about how this weekend is going to go, and the sooner it’s over with the better.

After collecting your luggage at the Orlando airport, you look around for Mike and finally see him hurrying through the doors. You wave at him to get his attention, he slows a little but is still moving quickly.

“Sorry, traffic was a lot worse than I thought it would be.”

“It’s no problem, I just got my bag. How are you doing?”

“I’m good, thanks. How about you?”

“I’m fine.”

The trip to the hotel took longer than usual also. Mike was right about the current traffic. While the convention and most of the guests were staying at the Doubletree Hotel, they had the cast at Embassy suites. It was a few minutes away, but not too bad.

Mike had your hotel key with him, and asked if there was anywhere you needed him to stop before dropping you off. You told him no, and he went right to the hotel.

You found your way up to the room without any problem. It’s close to 9, and your stomach is grumbling. You head down to the cafe in the hotel before it closes to grab something for dinner. The dining area is in the middle of the main floor.

Looking up you can see the walkways on every floor around it. Instead of sitting at the bar, you grab a table off to the side. While you are picking at your sandwich, two hands clamp down on your shoulders and whisper “gotcha.”

You can’t help but scream out.

“Oh shit, way to go Bri,” Kim says as she sits down across from you.

You hold up your hand and repeat, “sorry, sorry,” to those still dining around you. At least this late there aren’t too many people around.

Briana sits down next to you and picks a fry out of your half eaten basket, “sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t even see you two walk in.” You look at the pajamas they’re wearing, “how was the pj party?”

“It was good. Lots of fun, like usual,” Kim tells you.

“Yeah, I get alcohol in there now, it’s fuckin great,” Bri agrees.

“So what are you doing here so early?” Kim asks.

“I had to change my schedule around because I can’t stay on Sunday.”

“Oh something exciting going on? Has to be to pull you away from Jay,” Briana questions.

“Not really exciting, I just have to leave Saturday.”

The girls look at each other, then back at you. “You aren’t telling us something. We’ll let it go for now, but we will get it out of you,” Kim says in her best Carrie Martin voice.

“Okay, mom.”

Thankfully, they change the subject and talk about what has been going on with themselves the last few weeks. You are pretty vague when it comes to yourself. Before long, you are all calling it a night and heading up to your respective rooms.

The beeping of your alarm wakes you Friday morning, with a groan you get up to start your day. It’s early enough, you can make your way to the second floor where the outdoor pool is located. Hopefully a few laps will help you wake up. Back in the room you go through your morning routine of making yourself presentable for all the photo ops you will have. Your cell notifies you of an incoming text, letting you know Mike is on his way.

He drops you off at the convention hotel, at one of the back entrances. Chelsea is waiting for you at the door.

“Hey!” you greet her with a hug before moving inside. “Nice to see you again.” You never know who your handler will be until you arrive at the conventions. You work with Chelsea a lot, but it’s not uncommon to have one of the other girls. As long as it’s not Victoria, you’re good.

She hands you a coffee and starts going over your schedule on the way to the green room. First up on the schedule is a 10 am Meet and Greet (M&G). She leads you down when it gets closer and takes her seat in the corner as you greet the fans and answer the questions.

As that half an hour winds down, Adam Fergus comes in the side door. “Someone’s got an early start to her day. I don’t usually see you around this early.”

“Yeah, my schedule is a little off this weekend. I’m guessing if you’re here then our time is up.” With a frown you turn to the group of fans. “I had a lot of fun with you all, thank you.”

You wave to them as everyone gets up and they are being led to the exit. Walking over to Adam you give him a hug in greeting, you don’t have time to catch up because his M&G group is being brought in.

Back in the green room they have some pictures for you to sign. You hear DJ Qualls take the stage for the first panel. Julian Richings, has the second. He doesn’t make it to many conventions, so it is always nice to see him. You mentally make a note that you want to get a picture with him before he leaves.

You have various photo ops, and a panel with Kim and Briana later in the afternoon. After the day programing wraps up, a good two hours of autographs. It’s a little after 6, by the time you are finished. Bri and Kim are already done, Adam and David are also finishing up, everyone else is gone. A group text had gone out earlier about ordering dinner to be delivered to the hotel tonight. As the three of you get in the car to go back to the hotel, Bri lets you all know it’s on the way now and there are some tables by the pool where you can all eat.

Arriving back at the hotel, the three of you all head to your rooms to change before meeting them for dinner. You throw your suit on under your clothes, and head to the outdoor pool area.

Rich is still at the convention center for Dick chat, but you, Kim, Bri, David, Adam, DJ, Julian and Sam Smith are all back at the hotel. Conversation flows a little more freely when there isn’t anyone else around. They do have some questions about Jensen and his new suit you have to field.

“Did you get to see him in that suit when you were in Toronto?” Kim asks.

“What she really wants to know is, did you get to do him in that suit?” Bri interjects, and the guys all groan.

“No, I never made it to set, they keep things pretty tight up there,” you tell them.

“Yeah they do. Suit couldn’t have been much tighter.”

“Not what I meant Bri.”

“Has he told you any behind the scenes secrets?” Sam asks.

“Nope, I know probably as much as you guys do.”

You do your best to turn the conversation to other topics and away from you or Jensen, when it seems to quit working you go hop in the pool. Before too long you need to get ready to go back for Karaoke.

Adam, David, DJ, Julian, Sam and you, all are going back. Bri and Kim are bowing out of this one. When you arrive back, the fans are still watching the screening of ‘Yellow Fever.’ There are a variety of drinks set up in the green for you all.

Adam looks over the table, “what flavor of ‘apple juice’ shall we start with?”

“Something we aren’t going to regret tomorrow morning, would be great,” you tell him.

“Chicago was your own fault Lil Pad, you all were shooting them back a bit quick,” he fires back.

“I blame Bri,” you say with a shrug.

It isn’t long before the film is over and the stage is set for karaoke. With your red solo cups the six of you make your way on stage, while Adam draws the first name. Those that come on stage give it their all, and the crowd is singing along too. Adam is all over the stage and starts running up and down the aisles as well, which keeps not only his handler, but others busy watching him as well.

An hour and a half later, the event is winding down and you’re definitely ready to get back to the hotel and relax before bed. Well, after you pack. You aren’t used to leaving on Saturday afternoons.

The next morning there are two cars to take nine of you over to the convention hotel a little after nine. Adam, David and Jason don’t have to be there until ten. There is breakfast waiting in the green room along with the group's Starbucks order. Rob is talking with the band before looking for you.

“Y/N, did you text me the song you wanted to sing tonight? I can’t seem to find it.”

“I won’t be at the concert tonight, sorry guys. I head out this afternoon.”

“What? That is unacceptable,” he jokes with you. “Is your other half going to cover for you?”

“I have no idea what they are doing tonight.”

Rob, Rich and Louden Swain soon take the stage to start the day and then they call you, Bri, Kim and Sam to the stage. Things are going well, you all are talking, joking, and occasionally answering questions. At least until a little over halfway through when you get a question that catches you completely off guard.

A girl comes up to the mike and looks right at you. “My question is for Y/N.”

“I know her, she’s right here,” Kim jokes, pointing to you.

“What do you have for me sweetie?”

“How could you break up with Jensen?”

The whole room goes quiet, you stare at the girl, and everyone else is looking at you. “What?” you finally stutter.

“He announced it this morning during an interview.”

Everyone is still looking at you, Sam is one of the first to recover. “Um, maybe this isn’t the…’

“Thanks, Sam, it’s alright. I don’t know what Jensen said about this. But we both have different projects we’re working on. And um, I guess you hope things are going to work out one way, but sometimes life has other plans. I would appreciate though, if um, there weren’t any more questions on this right now. It’s supposed to be a fun weekend, let’s not bring it down okay?”

You try and focus on the last twenty minutes of the panel, but your brain keeps going back to that girl's question, and how could Jensen do that today? Why did he feel the need to announce it during an interview even?

When Rob and Rich come back on stage with the band you barely wait for them to start singing you off before you are gone down the steps. You see your brother right behind the curtain, he pulls you into a hug and walks with you back to the green room area.

“Are you alright?” he quietly asks.

“Just great. Have you seen the interview?”

“Not yet.”

You ignore Victoria sitting in the corner with a smug smile and go to the opposite side of the room with Jared. Pulling out your phone you search for the interview. Bri, Kim and Sam had been following you two, but they realize what you are doing and move to give you some room. Finding the video you push play.

Jensen is with Karl, Jack, Chase, Anthony, and sitting right next to him is Claudia. Watching the interview from this morning's talk show appearance, you aren't really paying attention to what’s being said, just trying to find the spot where Jensen throws you under the bus.

The interviewer makes a comment about how some of them have said they don’t want their parents to watch, but what about their significant others?

Claudia is the first to do anything, she laughs before speaking. “Well, Anthony is the only one of us currently in a relationship, so he’ll have to take that one.”

You notice Jensen makes a slight movement to look at Claudia out of the corner of his eye, and some of his castmates are looking at him as Anthony answers. When he’s finished the interviewer turns it back to Jensen.

“Aren’t you dating your former co-star, Y/N Padalecki?”

Claudia speaks up before Jensen can say a word, “ not any more she came up here just to break up with him because he was working.” She leans closer to your ex, and you can’t help but notice the way she is rubbing her hand up and down the top of his leg. Yeah, you aren’t so sure something isn’t going on there.

“We’re so sorry to hear that,” Don, Dan, whoever says to Jay.

“Long distance doesn’t work out for everyone, and I guess we just wanted different things,” Jensen finally speaks up.

The interviewer moves the topic back to the show and continues on.

“I cannot believe him.”

“In his defense,” your brother starts, “he didn’t really announce the breakup.”

“He had to have been talking about it with her, and he didn’t make a move to stop her, did he? Didn’t take him long to move on.”

You turn around and notice your friends on the other side of the room trying not to look at you. With a sigh, you drop your head back and know you have some explaining to do. Before you can get very far, a nervous Chelsea comes and tells you you are needed for your VIP M&G and then photo ops.

After your solo ops, you have photos with the ladies. Even though they want to ask, there is no time for questions now. Jared comes down for his ops with you, when those are finished you are done with photos for this convention. You give Chris a hug and tell him thanks before you follow your brother and handlers out of the room. The last of your autographs are next, it takes well over an hour for you to finish up. There are some comments about you and Jensen, mostly I’m sorry to hear you broke up. But a few rude ones, that couldn’t understand why you would do that.

Walking into the green room you notice almost everyone is in there, since there is a little bit of a break. Grabbing a water you sit on the edge of a table, with Jared coming up next to you.

“I know you all want to know what’s going on, so here it is. Yes, Jay and I aren’t together anymore. No, I didn’t go up to Toronto just to break up with him. It just happened while I was up there. I’m just not really ready to talk more about it right now.”

They all nod, Sam comes over and gives you a hug, Bri and Kim are right behind her.

“This the reason for the schedule change?” Bri quietly asks. You just nod.

Looking at the time, you make sure everything you were supposed to have autographed is done. The few things you have gotten out of your bag are packed back up. Jared is about to head to one of his M&G’s, you give him a hug before he goes.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Liar. Have a safe flight. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Thanks. Hope all goes well here. Have a safe flight tomorrow. See ya soon.”

You tell the rest of the group goodbye before you head out. You still have a little time before your 3:30 flight, but you want to get out of there before Jensen arrives. Once you are all checked in at the airport, you find a quiet spot to sit, and go through your phone. You know you shouldn’t, but you bet the comments are flying about you right now. You aren’t wrong.

Earlier that morning up in Toronto, Jensen is boarding the plane for Florida. He finds his seat, throws his bag up top and sits down with a huff. He hadn’t had the morning he was expecting to.

His phone went off early this morning, someone from the show calling to tell him he was needed for an interview at the studio. Jesse was sick and unable to make it, they were asking him to fill in. He hurries to get cleaned up and make sure he has everything he needs to fly down for the convention.

Everyone else is already at the studio, they do a quick hair and makeup fix on him. Karl comes over to see how he’s doing.

“Ready for ya trip?”

“I think so.”

“Ya talked to her since she left?”

“No. But I don’t know what more she wanted from me. I haven’t figured out if I want to see her or not. Haven’t talked to Jared either. That’ll be interesting.”

“Maybe, ya just needed some time apart, and you two can work it out this weekend.”

“If it was space she needed, she wouldn't have broken up with me when she came up here. We had plenty of space living in two different countries.”

What neither man notices is Claudia hanging around behind them.

When it’s almost time, they have the cast take a seat and the interviewer comes out and sits across from them. Getting the cue from the studio they start rolling. Everything was going fine until the question about spouses came up and Claudia started talking. Jensen is too busy trying to figure out how she knows to even speak. He looks at her out of the corner of his eye before slightly looking at Karl, who is also looking at him.

Once his mind catches up he tries to shut the topic down before anymore can be said. When the camera moves away from him, he moves Claudia’s hand off his leg. By the time the interview is over, he can’t stay and question her about it, he has to get to the airport. He sends Karl a text on the way.

Any idea how she knew that?

Karl and Eric are the only two up here he had talked to about this. He gets a reply a short time later,

Not a bloody clue.

Once he gets to the airport, he doesn’t have a lot of time before the plane is supposed to take off. He is hoping since a number of fans will already be busy at the start of the convention day, word of the interview will take awhile to get around. There is nothing on his phone when he powers it down before takeoff. Sitting back he spends the flight looking over the final script of the season.

Arriving at the hotel, Mike gives him his room key and Jensen tells him he'll be back down in ten minutes. That gives him time to find his room, leave his bag, and change out of the airport clothes.

Clif is waiting at the back entrance of the convention center when he is dropped off there. He follows him up to the green room, where Victoria is waiting.

“Jensen, great to see you again. Hope you’re doing well.”

“Fine, thanks. You?”

“Good. I’m happy to be here. The suit reveal you posted on Instagram was amazing. I can’t wait until the show premieres.”

“Thanks. So, what’s first on my schedule?” he asks when she doesn’t tell him.

“Oh, solo pictures in a few minutes, then with Misha. You have a short break before the VIP M&G, then the regular one.”

“Ok. Do you know where Y/N is?”

“She’s around somewhere.”

He gets through his photo ops, and looks for you on his way to the M&G’s. He doesn’t see you around anywhere. It’s about halfway through the main M&G when someone mentions they are sorry to hear about what Y/N did.

He’s slightly confused, “what did she do?”

“How she came up to Toronto to, well you know…”

It suddenly clicks, the interview. Guess word got around. “Y/N’s an amazing woman, but unfortunately things didn’t work out.”

“How does this affect you and Jared?”

“If one of us comes on stage tomorrow with a black eye, you’ll know,” he tries to joke.

Finally making it through that half an hour he is escorted back to the green room. Sam is the only one in the room and she is getting ready to go back to photos. He grabs a water and sits at one of the tables, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. Opening twitter he receives a notification he’s trending, and so are you. “If we’re both trending, I bet I know what that’s for,” he mumbles.

“Who’s fault is that?” a voice behind him asks.

Taking a deep breath, he readies himself to turn around and face his best friend. Who also happens to be your older brother.

“Hey Jare.”

“Ackles. You didn’t answer my question.”

He holds up his hands, “Look man, I never intended for that to come out this morning. I don’t even know how she knew.”

“You didn’t tell her? The two of you seemed pretty close.”

“The only two I’ve talked to are Karl and Eric. I haven’t talked to you, because she’s your sister, so I didn’t know where that put us.”

“That makes two of us. What happened between you two, Jay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what more she wanted from me. I thought we were fine. Then she comes up to Toronto and tells me she can’t do it anymore. Where did that even come from?”

“She’s been hurting for awhile, but the one person who was supposed to notice it, didn’t have a fucking clue. In case you were wondering, that was you.”

“Then why didn’t she talk to me about it earlier?”

“Did you two even talk anymore?”

“Of course we did.”

Jared raises his eyebrows and slowly nods. “Really? All I know is, I’ve heard her cry, both before and after she went to see you. Gen and I were hoping going up to visit would have made things better, but it didn’t. I’ve seen the hate she is getting today, she was blindsided in her morning panel because of your interview.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s gone.”

“Back at the hotel?

Jared looks at his watch, “no, she should be landing in Austin in about 30-40 minutes.”

“She left the convention?”

“Yeah.”

In that moment, knowing you were already gone, he had his answer. He had been hoping to see you. “Was it because of the interview?”

“No, she had already planned it.

“She didn’t want to see me.”

Jared shrugs, but they both know the answer.

“What about you?” Jensen asks him.

“Your mug is pretty ugly to look at.” Jensen rolls his eyes before Jared continues. “She keeps telling me not to let what happens with the two of you interfere with our friendship. But it’s hard not to be upset with the guy that hurt my sister. You have no idea how much I would love to take a swing at you right now.”

He nods in understanding, “I guess I could possibly deserve that. But she isn’t the only one that was hurt here. She blindsided me with that breakup,” Jensen tells him before he walks over to where Victoria is signaling him from.

The two men go out for their autograph sessions a little quieter than usual. Clif asks them after what their plans are for the night, but both just opt to go back to the hotel and their respective rooms. The next morning is a quiet ride with Clif back to the convention hotel.

The guys are in the green room waiting for the start of the Gold Panel.

“I, uh, talked with Gen last night. Y/N, got home safe last night. She was still a bit upset at being caught off guard like that. I told Gen what you said about the interview. Not sure Y/N will believe us though.”

“Thanks, man. Um, how’s Tom?”

“Good. Keeps us on our toes, for sure. I can’t imagine how crazy it’ll be with two. He asked yesterday before I left when he could talk to you again.”

“I miss my buddy. Wait. Did you say two?”

“Yeah.”

“Gen’s pregnant? Congrats buddy.” Jensen moves to give his friend a hug.

“Thanks. I thought we talked about this a month ago in Chicago? Hasn’t Y/N said anything to you?”

Jensen is quiet for a few minutes, he can’t believe he missed this news. Had the two of you talked about it? Did Jared already tell him?

They continue talking before going on stage. The conversation doesn’t get deep, but they are trying to find their rhythm and work past this sinkhole in their friendship. They have to make it work on stage very shortly. It will take some time before things are like they were before, but neither one wants to lose a 10 year friendship.

The gold panel questions aren’t vetted first, so anything goes. Which of course means there is going to be a question about the breakup eventually.

“Jensen we are so sorry to hear about what happened between you and Y/N, it’s just awful. How are you holding up?” Someone questions.

He knows he needs to try and nip this before it keeps going. “Thanks. I will say this, and then I would appreciate it if there weren’t any more questions on this subject. I had no intention of that coming out in the interview yesterday. What’s going on is between Y/N and I. Long distance can really suck. You guys wouldn’t want to talk about your relationship troubles in front of hundreds of people. I would hope you understand that we don’t either right now.”

When their afternoon panel comes around he has to make the same announcement at one point. Jensen swears during photos and autographs that more fans than usual seem to be trying to flirt with him.

When they are finished for the day, Clif takes them both to the airport. Their flights aren't too far apart in departure time. Jensen tells Jared he’ll be back home in two weeks, and they talk about meeting up once he’s back in Texas. After checking in, they head to their respective terminals.

Jensen is waiting for his flight, feeling a little disappointed. It would have hurt, but he would have liked to see you this weekend. He’s spent a good part of the last 24 hours thinking about what Jared told him. How you had been hurting for a while. How had he not realized you weren’t happy any longer?

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 10

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Grounded part 2 (Jake Seresin)

Part One | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: After an injury leaves pilot reader (callsign Ariel) grounded, you have to travel cross-country with your nemesis Jake Hangman Seresin. But then a week alone can teach you a lot about a person – especially when that involves meeting their parents.

4.8k words (I swear every part of this is getting longer)

Author notes: Thank you so much for reading and for all of your lovely comments and reblogs – they are all so gratefully received! I know nothing about the US Navy so please suspend belief for anything related to that. Meanwhile personal thanks to Mr Glen Powell for giving me the perfect phone ringtone over on Spotify.

Warnings: Angst – tw for plane crash, and nosy, critical parents, awkwardness, fluff and a nice cheesy fake relationship trope.

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Grounded part 2 (Jake Seresin)

When your eyes opened it took you a moment to remember where you were, and why there was a muscular tanned arm resting across your stomach, the feel of soft breath in your hair. You squeezed your eyes closed again, stomach-churningly embarrassed at what had unfolded the night before, and wriggled gently out from under Hangman’s arm, only turning to look back at him when you were out of the bed.

You’d always known he was handsome - even if that had driven you to compete against rather than swoon over him like your old classmates did - but seeing him sleep was something different entirely. Eyes softly closed under mussed blond hair, all traces of arrogance or guardedness were gone from his face. For once you felt like you could see who he really was, when he wasn’t trying to be anyone else. The morning stubble on his jaw was a few shades darker than you had expected, but accentuated the angles of his face perfectly, and seemed to lead in a trail down towards the broad chest covered by a white tank top, and you found yourself wondering with a twist in your gut just how he looked under the shirt.

What the hell were you doing? This was Hangman - nemesis since the first time you set foot in USNA, and while last night may have meant begrudgingly removing him from the enemy list, that wasn’t good reason to think about him naked!

Shaking your head, you quietly gathered your things and made it into the bathroom to shower and dress, emerging a half hour later to find Hangman awake and propped up in bed as he watched the small TV in the corner.

When he saw you, his face moved into an awkward smile and he ran a hand through his hair. “Hey, morning. How did you sleep?”

You flushed as you nodded. “Good, thank you. You?”

“Good, yeah. Good. Thanks. I was worried - an ex used to tell me I talk in my sleep and I didn’t want to…,” he trailed off and you realised with a start that he was rambling. “Guess I should, uh, take a shower before breakfast.”

You nodded, quickly looking away and busying yourself with packing your pyjamas as he climbed out of bed and gathered up his clothes and wash bag. Twice, the two of you were in the same space at the same time, both times dancing around one another awkwardly as you tried to get to where you needed to be, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he locked the bathroom door and you were able to escape the weirdness that was unfolding.

When he emerged a while later clean shaven, damp, and smelling like spice, the two of you headed downstairs amidst an awkward silence that remained even as he helped carry your breakfast back from the hot plates set up across the room.

As you took your seat you took looked to him gratefully and decided it was now or never.

“Hey, about last night - thank you.”

He smiled gently and shook his head as he took a sip of the hot tea he’d tipped two sugars into.

“No really. Those nightmares are awful when they come and you really had my back, thank you.”

Again the smile came, his eyes barely meeting yours as he cut up eggs and bacon. “It’s no problem. We both needed to sleep and it seemed like the sensible option. And hey, we’re in this trip together, right?”

You took a mouthful of coffee, enjoying the sensation of hot, sharp caffeine hitting your system until you finally felt able to tuck into your own food. But as you sat in silent, you felt the lump in your throat.

“I burned out,” you declared quietly, continuing to move food around your plate as you spoke. “It’s why I’m here, how I got injured.”

Hangman placed the knife on the edge of his plate and, for the first time that day, watched you intently. “It was a straightforward training exercise - nothing complicated. But the engine had a fault, caught fire and I couldn’t extinguish it.” You paused for a shaky breath. “I left it til the last possible second to eject, thinking I could fix it, and once I pulled the cord I could feel the heat of the plane going down beneath me. Then my chute wouldn’t open. Maybe it was stuck, maybe I was just too scared.” You met his eyes for a second, “We train so much for this stuff but you never think it’ll actually happen, you know? Anyway, it eventually worked and lifted me back up a few feet, but it was too late. I hit the ground too hard and messed up my knee pretty bad. Plus my wrist, a few ribs, but they’re healed now.” You shrugged and stabbed a piece of toast. “You asked yesterday, what got me grounded, this is it.”

You didn’t see him nod; didn’t see the expression of concern that covered his handsome face as he watched you eat for a moment before tucking back into his own breakfast.

After a moment he smiled up at you. “At least yours is a good story. Know why I’m grounded?” When you glanced up and shook your head he continued. “Ear infection. Have you ever heard anything so pathetic?”

You smiles, and laughed softly. “At least you didn’t crash and burn - literally. Maybe you are the best there is after all.”

Hangman raised his eyebrows in mock offence, but the smile on his face told you he got the joke as he gestured to you with a fork. “When you’re back in the air, we’re dogfighting, deal?”

You sipped your coffee. “Oh it’s a deal Hangman, make it happen.”

You were still grinning at one another, eyes locked teasingly, when the opening bars of Fly Like an Eagle by Seal began to sound from his phone. He turned it over to survey the screen and then, jaw set, placed it back on the table.

“Some poor broken-hearted woman desperately seeking Hangman?” You teased, and though he smiled back at you, the expression was tight and didn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s my mom.”

You nodded and decided that response was not one you wanted to jump into, instead getting back to your breakfast as you asked him about his plans for the day.

A few minutes later the phone sounded again and while he flinched before silencing the music, he seemed determined to ignore it.

“What if it’s something important?” You asked. “To call twice before 9 am…”

Hangman sighed, and begrudgingly turned away from his breakfast to pick up his phone, staying at the table where you could hear half of the conversation.

“Hi mom, how are you? Good, great. Yeah, I’m good thanks. What? How did you-? Oh, of course. Well I’m not here alone. Yeah, yeah, Ariel, that’s right,” he shot you a smile, warm but restrained. “To be honest mom that wasn’t really the plan for today, we -. Yeah. No, you’re right.” He sighed and rolled his eyes skyward. “Fine, ok. Yup. Ok. See you then. Love you.”

He ended the call and laid his phone back on the table slowly, deliberately, keeping his eyes on it for a moment.

“Everything ok?”

“I’m afraid we have to make a change of plan.” His green eyes met yours but the sparkle in them was gone. “Simpson told my dad about the trip. Of course my mom wants to see me, she’s insisting we stay there tonight. If that’s a problem with you though…?”

You shook your head. “No of course - a home-cooked meal is fine, and if we’re passing -,” when you caught the deflated expression on his face, you paused. “Unless you don’t want to stay there?”

It took him a moment to respond. A long moment in which you really weren’t sure what the answer would be. “No. No, it’ll be fine. I haven’t been since Christmas and at least if you’re there the pressure won’t all be on me. I have to warn you though,” his eyes were wide as they looked at you. “My parents are a lot.”

He was quieter than usual. For the rest of breakfast and all the way through the day he was quiet and distracted, barely even arguing when you skipped a couple of songs on his playlist.

Finally, just before 6 pm, the BMW rolled into a wide, walled driveway and up to a sprawling white, three story house set inside lush green gardens.

“Wow,” you murmured as he killed the engine. “This is-.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know. It’s big. Look, Ariel,” he shifted in his seat to meet your eyes. “Like I said, my parents can be a lot. I’m apologising right now, and if you need to get out at any point just let me know. And for Christ’s sake don’t tell my dad about the ear infection. Pilots don’t get sick in his world?”

You raised an eyebrow. “And do they crash?”

He shrugged. “Yours was equipment failure, he’ll think it’s a brilliant story and regale you with all of his.” Taking a deep breath, he nodded to you and then headed out of the car.

Immediately, the large black front door was thrown open, and a stylish woman with silver blonde hair and a broad familiar grin was hurrying towards you both, wrapping her arms around Hangman before he’d even made it out of the car.

“Jake! Baby, it’s so good to have you home!” She cooed, planting a noisy kiss on his cheek as she squeezed him tightly.

He laughed and acquiesced to the hug, before allowing her to pull back to arm’s length so she could inspect him. “Have you been eating enough? It doesn’t look like it. One day Jake you’re going to have to find a good woman to look after you. You know your dad…”

“Mom,” he warned, his cheeks pink as he spotted you hobbling to the back of the car. “Ariel stop. Mom, this is Ar- y/n.”

The woman followed her son to the back of the car as he loaded up with your bags and enveloped you in a hug tight enough to leave you wobbly on your crutches and a sweet fruity floral scent.

“Y/n, it’s so good to meet you. I don’t meet anywhere near enough of Jake’s friends now, and a female pilot! Bet you keep these boys in check don’t you?”

You smiled, awkwardly. “Um, I guess so. It’s good to meet you Mrs Seresin.”

She linked an arm through yours, awkward given the stick you held, and patted your hand. “Now now, call me Catherine. It’s such a treat to have Jake come home with a woman after all.”

Hangman groaned softly. “Ok mom, that’s enough.”

But Catherine only laughed. “Why don’t you come inside. I have some lemonade cooling in the kitchen while Jake puts your bags upstairs. Jake, y/n will be in the second guest bedroom, ok?”

“Yes ma’am,” he threw you an apologetic look and a shrug as you were whisked away inside.

The house was spacious and bright, with photos everywhere of a family at all stages of their lives so far; from dated wedding photos of a glamorous young woman and a handsome, stern-looking man in uniform, through to childhood photos of a small blond boy and three girls, prom portraits of all four with their assorted dates, pictures of what you assumed were Hangman’s nieces and nephews and, of course, his graduation photos from the academy. The walls were like a gallery of Seresin life, and you were desperate to pause every couple of feet along the way to look more deeply or ask more questions, but Catherine’s chatter left no room for interruption as she led you gently through into a large open-plan kitchen which backed onto a spacious garden.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” she half instructed, tapping a stool by the breakfast bar and pouring two tall glasses of lemonade. “I’ll head out into the garden and fetch my husband while you rest.”

Thanking her quickly, you shuffled into the seat and took the glass, your eyes skimming around the room as you took in every detail from the children’s paintings on the refrigerator to the framed certificates on the far wall. The house struck a perfect balance between being fancy and homely, the kind of home that subtly screamed money, and the longer you sat in the kitchen alone the more conscious you became of just how big the Seresins’ home must be for Hangman and his mother to take so long on their respective errands.

Hangman arrived back first, coming in through a door to your right with a relieved smile on his face when he realised you were alone. He walked to stand next to you and picked up the free glass of lemonade, drinking deeply before smiling. “My mom does make good lemonade,” he commented. “How are you doing? Everything OK?

“Of course, fine. She just brought me in here to sit down while she went to find your father.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to inspect a framed photograph of three children on a shelf behind him. “No doubt he’ll be playing golf again.”

“In the back yard?” You squeaked. “Your parents have a golf course in their back yard?!”

He grinned over the frame and shook his head, opening his mouth to speak only to be cut off as a loud voice came from the glass doors at the back of the room. “Well if it isn’t the prodigal son and heir!”

Hangman immediately stood taller and put down the frame, raising a hand into something between a wave and a salute.

“Sir.”

The older man glanced to you but moved his green-eyed gaze quickly back to his son. “Enough of the formalities Jake, doesn’t your old man get a hug?”

The usual confident swagger was gone as Hangman crossed the room and allowed himself to be engulfed in a back slapping bear hug. You heard the two of them share a murmured conversation but couldn’t quite catch the words, only the slight stiffening in his shoulders before Hangman turned back to you.

“Dad this is y/n y/l/n. Ariel, this is my dad Admiral Jack Seresin.”

You scrambled to your feet and raised your hand in a salute. “Admiral Seresin, sir.”

The admiral motioned with an outstretched hand. “Please y/n sit, sit. How’s your journey been?”

You looked to Hangman to respond but saw that his mother had caught him, filling his hands with plates and cutlery as she shooed him into another room to set the table. So instead you looked to the older Seresin man, and noticed with a start just how much he looked like his son; jaw the same sharp angles under a softening of age and eyes not only the same shade but just as focussed as he narrowed them to watch you. There was no ease to his smile though, his mouth seeming more comfortable in a straight line that felt all too familiar from the day before.

“So far so good thank you sir. Jake’s had to drive the whole way of course, and he’s done a great job.”

The admiral sat opposite you and nodded firmly. “Good to hear. So tell me lieutenant?” When you nodded, he continued in a voice that was all business, “lieutenant <y/l/n>, what got you the sticks?”

“Oh, it was an accident - I burned out,” you stuttered.

Walking quietly back into the room, Hangman took his seat next to you, bumping your shoulder gently as he sat. “She’s selling herself short. Ariel had an engine failure; managed to evacuate on time only for the chute to fail.”

Admiral Seresin shook his head on a loud exhale. “And still made it down safely huh? Well lieutenant, that’s some fast thinking - impressive.”

“She is impressive,” Hangman confirmed, “Only pilot to come anywhere near my records since graduation.” His green eyes met yours with a warm smile. “She’s even beaten a few of them.”

You raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze even as the older man began to tell a story about his own experiences of a crash.

“It’s like I always tell Jake, every pilot will go down at some point, but only the best can handle the fallout. A good pilot should be able to control anything and everything that comes their way.”

Hangman looked away and nodded. “And Ariel’s one of the best, sir.”

“That’s good to hear. I hope you’re using your time together to pick her brains. You’ve always been too rash Jake, and you can never learn too much from a better pilot.”

Hangman’s jaw tightened, and though the sag in his shoulders was slight, you noticed it.

“That’s always been a problem with Jake, Ariel. He flies faster than he can think. Everything goes to plan, that’s fine. But in a situation like yours, it would be a big problem.”

“Enough work talk!” Catherine declared from the cooker. Dinner is ten minutes away, if the travellers need to freshen up, now is the time.”

Nodding, Hangman got to his feet, gesturing for you to join him so the two of you could head upstairs. When you returned, Admiral Seresin was pouring drinks at the dining table, while his wife and son carried dishes through from the kitchen. You smiled despite yourself at the sight of Hangman, broad chest stretching a soft blue polo shirt, carrying floral serving platters of vegetables in such a domestic setting, and when he caught your eye, he only smiled back, setting down the plates and pulling back a chair before taking the seat to your left.

“Catherine this looks amazing, thank you so much.”

“Oh honey you’re welcome. We’re just so pleased to have Jake home, we see so little of him now he’s off and flying on top secret missions all over the world.”

“Mom, I come home as often as I can.” Jake told her, offering the potatoes and meat to you before serving himself.

“I know honey, but now your sisters are so close by.” She turned her gaze on you. “Two of Jake’s sisters are married now, and the third has just gotten engaged. You know that right honey?” She barely waited for a nod before she continued. “So we have five beautiful grandchildren so far, and hopefully more on the way very soon. But you know how it is y/n,”

“We’re still holding out for baby Seresins.” Her husband finished on a deep laugh, winking at his son as he touched his wife’s hand.

Jake’s leg was close enough to yours that you physically felt it tense, and fought the urge to reach out and touch him. “Guys I’ve told you. Work is my priority right now.”

His mother tutted and sipped her wine. “Nonsense. Your father’s career went from strength to strength when we were married, the right relationship will only ever be good for you in the navy.”

His cheeks flushed. “Mom, can we maybe talk about something else?”

“I’m just saying Jake, you’re a handsome boy. Isn’t he handsome y/n?” You opened your mouth to speak, but fortunately were cut off by the admiral.

“Maybe he’s too handsome to settle down yet. I remember the young pilots I worked with, a girl at every base. It’s a man’s prerogative to sow his wild oats for a while, right son?”

Jake let out a quiet groan, but his mother’s scandalised tone came too fast. “Is that true? Because you remember the girl Jenny was friends with, what was her name? Elaine? Dated a pilot for a while. Do you remember honey?”

Jake raised an eyebrow and nodded. “She dated a few pilots if I remember - so did Jenny.”

“But Jenny didn’t end up pregnant because of it.” She turned to you briefly with wide blue eyes. “Found out right after he flew out to Hawaii never to be heard from again.” On a shake of her head she pursed her lips towards her son. “Jake I swear, if I find out you’ve been sleeping around and-.”

“Mom, I promise I haven’t gotten anyone pregnant.” He muttered through clenched teeth as you felt his leg begin to bounce rapidly.

“Well maybe it’s time to stop sleeping around now Jake. You’re not getting any younger, and-.”

“Actually,” you cut in quietly, setting down your knife and reaching over to put a hand on his. “Jake and I have been seeing each other.”

His eyes met yours with a mixture of confusion and relief.

“That’s why he’s driving me cross country instead of flying - we thought it would be good for us.”

His parents’ eyes lit up as Jake nodded slowly, swallowing before continuing the story. “That’s right. We, uh, were going to wait until Thanksgiving to tell you, but now we’re here.” He squeezed your fingers.

“Well this is wonderful news!” Catherine declared. “Absolutely wonderful. So how did you meet?”

The story you told wasn’t strictly a lie; you spoke about having been at the academy together, constantly vying for top spot in the statistics; and then about meeting when you’d arrived into North Island after your accident. But the details around that were embellished - connecting over drinks in the Hard Deck, a first date picnic on the beach, and how your friends felt about the relationship.

The rest of the dinner passed without incident, Jake’s mother seemed calmer from the news and shone even warmer smiles in your direction for the rest of the evening. And while his dad still aimed more than a few comments in Jake’s direction, the tone was more respectful than it had been earlier in the night, and you felt no shame in pressing your leg comfortably against Jake’s when things grew tense.

When dinner was over you allowed Jake to clear the table, but were loading the dishwasher yourself when Catherine came to stand by you.

“You know, I knew the second you pulled up.” She told you, passing you the final plate and glass. “The way Jake looks at you… Well, that’s a look I’ve been waiting a long time for, and not one I’ve seen on him before.” As you stood, she placed a hand on your cheek. “Thank you for looking after my son, I think you’re good for him.”

You were shocked into silence, stumbling for something to say as the Seresin men strolled into the kitchen.

“We have an early start tomorrow, we should probably head to bed.” Jake confirmed, pulling his mother in for a hug.

Stepping back, she kissed him on the cheek, and then moved in to do the same to you. “Of course. And y/n I’m sorry but we’ll still be asking you to sleep in separate rooms, we’re strict on that in this house.”

You flushed. “Of course, no problem. And thank you so much for dinner.”

Bidding your goodnights you headed upstairs, Jake following close behind you and ever-present in case you wobbled on your crutches. When you reached the top of the stairs and went to head your separate ways, you turned to him. “I’m so sorry, I-.”

He put a finger to his lips and let out a whisper. “Just head to bed, I’ll be with you as soon as they’re settled.”

“But your mom said-.”

Jake laughed softly, “Come on sweets, you think I never snuck around this place while my parents were in bed?”

As you readied yourself for bed, you heard the settling of the house, dogs being put to bed and doors being locked before the couple headed upstairs, chatting quietly between themselves. It was about ten minutes’ later when you rose to answer the gentle tap on your door.

Jake stood on the other side in sweat shorts and a vest, his hair mussed and his green eyes dancing with amusement.

“Can I come see my girlfriend?”

You headed back to the bed and flopped backwards. “I’m sorry, was that awkward? They were just going so hard at you and I couldn’t help it, I wanted to take the pressure off. You can always tell them we broke up right?”

He lay down next to you, propping himself up on one arm as he grinned. “Probably not before morning but yeah, we can do that. You don’t need to apologise though. Like I told you, my parents are a lot.”

“Has it always been that way?” You asked, pillowing your head on one arm so you could meet his eyes.

He shrugged. “Some. Navy runs in the family so I never really had a choice. And once I hit the academy they expected a lot.”

“Did you want a choice?” You asked.

He sighed and rolled onto his back, gazing at the ceiling. “I guess I stopped thinking about it when the NFL didn’t try to draft me,” he let out a low laugh. “But yeah, maybe choice would’ve been fun.”

“What would you have done?”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Hey maybe I could’ve been a model, it’d be a shame to waste this pretty face, right?”

You laughed softly. “I always knew. My mum says I started playing at flying when I was 4 and never stopped. Told her I’d go into space one day, but I’m still waiting for the call up from NASA.”

“Give it time,” he grinned. “Are your parents Navy?”

“No. Dad’s an English teacher and mom had her own bookkeeping business. They weren’t surprised when I joined the academy, but they weren’t exactly happy either.”

“Did they forgive you?” He turned back now, curling up slightly to face you.

“God yes, we don’t do grudges in my family. They knew it was what made me happy,” you laughed. “And on the day I graduated from the academy? You’ve never heard two people cheer so loud.”

“Aah, so they weren’t commenting on the knot in your tie and the shine in your shoes?!”

You frowned, but only changed the subject. “And you have three sisters?”

“That’s right. Two older, one younger.” You’d expected him to continue and found yourself filling the quiet with another question.

“And how about their kids?”

This time, his face broke into an undeniably warm smile. “Ah they’re great. How about you, brothers, sisters?”

“One of each - older sister, younger brother, I’m right in the middle.”

“Do you ever think about having a family?”

In another setting the question might have felt sudden. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world to answer. “Yeah, one day. Right now work’s important, like you say. There’s a lot to achieve first. But one day, I’d like a couple of kids. You?”

The wide smile put his perfect teeth on show again. “Of course. The Seresin name has to continue.”

You wanted to comment, to ask what it took to get under that Hangman facade even here, but couldn’t find the words, so only lay in silence for a moment.

“Your dad pushes you pretty hard, huh?”

“He just wants me to be the best.” Everything in Jake tightened, and you shifted to put a hand on his arm, the warm flesh relaxing at your touch.

“You know you do that right? Every time he’s mentioned you tense?”

He paused for a moment, eyes narrowing just slightly, but didn’t speak. And when you said his name again and reached out a hand to touch his cheek, he only moved towards you, his plump pink lips brushing ever so softly against yours before he pulled back and looked questioningly at you. When you nodded, he moved back again, a hand coming up to the back of your head as he pulled you in to deepen the kiss.

It would be a lie to say you’d never thought about kissing Jake Seresin, but it wasn’t something you’d dwelled on – well, not really - but if you had, you’d have expected it all to be fireworks and passion. But this was soft, tender. Even the fire that began in your core was a slow burn, like curling up by a gentle log fire rather than finding yourself shaken by a raging inferno. There was no gripping, or grabbing, only embraces - right and steady; and when his tongue moved against yours it wasn’t the frantic battle you might have expected, but a soft invitation to go deeper.

When you finally broke apart, heavy-eyed and breathing together, he only smiled gently and settled back, opening his arms.

You tilted your head. “Didn’t your mom say you couldn’t stay?”

He laughed, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. This is a nightmare free zone y/n.”

And so, for the second night running, you pressed yourself into Jake Seresin’s arms and allowed yourself to be held as you fell into a dreamless sleep so quickly that you didn’t register the soft kiss on the crown of your head.

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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Jess has gone home. And I'm a little sad about that. But it was still a good day. I was very productive and also just enjoyed the calm.

I slept okay last night. But I didn't feel great when I woke up. I wanted to be up at 8 so I would have time to spend with Jess before she had to leave. But I was not feeling myself for a bit. I would shake it off eventually but it wasn't super fun.

But once I was washed and dressed and I braided my hair I felt a lot better. Me and Jess would get to work making breakfast. She used our last egg to make a sandwich and I heated up my leftovers from breakfast yesterday. We warned up the leftover tater tots and fries in the oven. And we ate in the living room.

It was a good morning. Eating and talking and watching tiktoks. Jess was already mostly packed. And I put all the sheets in the laundry bag. And we just hung out until right before 10. When she had to leave.

I walked her to her car. Carried one of her bags. And gave her a hug before she headed out.

She would text me that the GPS took her a weird way to the highway. All the way to Moravia like James likes to go. It is probably technically faster but it's not a fun way to go so I understood her complaints.

I would give myself a few minutes after she left to chill and try to get myself together. I thought about going back to sleep. But I decided that I would fight through that.

So instead I went and remade the bed. Put some blankets away. Moved some stuffes around. And tried to make the bed nice.

Then I got in bed and finally. Finally finished the last line of my crochet blanket. I wanted to do it last week but at least it's done!

I would take a few little breaks. I had some birthday cake. And decided to attach the last row. I was tired but I kept telling myself I would rest after I finished the next step. But then I just kept doing the next step.

I finished attaching it and decided I should put a back on. I found one of my quilt toppers was close in size. Shorter on one end but I thought it would work.

I tried sewing on my sewing machine. I made it through one row and was like awesome. But then my second row I broke two needles immediately. I got frustrated and decided I would go and just. Whip stitch the whole thing.

So I did. It took me about two hours, same as my coat, and I was so happy when it was done. I had to move from my bed to the living room to do the last bit because I didn't want the yarn to stretch wrong. But I finished it around 2 and I was so excited.

I put it on the bed and I love it. It's so soft. It looks so good. We also have the temperature blanket on the bed but aesthetically I like the squares more.

I would have the rest of my poke bowl for lunch. It was excellent. And hung out with Sweetp. I painted my toes. And laid on the couch and waited for my James to come home.

Once they were home they went to fix a lightbulb they got for our room. And would get on the couch with me for a cuddle. We watched videos. It was super nice.

I was a little dizzy tired so I did get in bed. But I did not sleep. Eventually the Sun went down. And I got up. I dyed my hair and did some deep conditioner.

While that was developing I played fetch with Sweetp. He loves this pompom right now. And James made a pizza.

I took a shower. And now me and James are in bed. I didn't eat dinner so I might go have a little pit of the pizza. But really I would like to just sleep. I have been fighting it all day. But I am happy. I had a good day. I feel accomplished. I hope you are all having a good night too. Sleep well everyone. Be safe.

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ketso · 1 year

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Episode 13

I am waking up in my upmarket stylish pent suite in Sandton – within the most expensive square meter in Africa. I could honestly get used to this life. I mean... wow!

My daughter is now living with her husband. I still have casual sex with her father. I am driving a Ferrari and a Bentley. I am living it up! Suddenly, all those years behind bars were worth it!

I am making my way to Tholoana Kingdom today. I want in on some critical projects of the church. I'm thankful for the legal church that Laura and her family are running, but I'm ready for real work. I am meeting up with Thabi Mohale, Ona Mohale and Khotso Mohale. I'm sure Maboko Seete will be there too, but with him, all I can do is just look at him. I can't touch. I can't even let him touch. So, I'll dress in something nice so that him and I enjoy looking at each other.

I take a bath, lotion myself and dress up like the real Maphuthi Ngwenya. My bags are packed so all I do is just leave. I'll have breakfast when I land in the kingdom. I don't want to miss my flight.

As I drive out in my 2-door Bentley Continental GT Sport Coupe, I dial my daughter to check in on her. Only Thandeka the ex-wife needs Nathi to buy her cars and houses. Me… I’ve only ever wanted sex from that man.

"Hey mommy", she answers her phone.

"Sthandwa sami, kunjani?"

"I'm good. I'm still asleep. Why are you awake so early in the morning?"

"I'm going on a business trip, baby. My flight is in the next hour, so I want to beat traffic and make it there on time."

"Oh okay. Ubuya nini?" She asks me.

"Probably tomorrow. Why?"

"Senzi invited his parents over ukuvula indlu and ukuyithandazela. I was hoping that you, dad and Khanya would also come. Khanya and dad have confirmed. Khosini is still annoyed that it's you that is coming and not his mother. So, he won't be here. Will you be able to come?"

"Of course I'll be there, baby. I'd cancel my trip if you even told me it's today. Just text me all the details. Ngizofika." I say.

"Thanks mommy. Well, enjoy your trip and I'll see you tomorrow", she says.

"Thanks baby. I love you."

"Love you, mommy."

We hang up.

It feels good to be her mother. I know it's late. I know it's missing the building blocks. But I'm glad she's letting me in anyway. I'm happy that there's enough room for me and Thandeka in her life. I'm thankful that when only one of us can come to something, she chooses me.

My flight was good. I flew first class. Economy class sometimes gives me the hibijibies of prison. There's too many of us in one space. When I land in the kingdom, Khotso and Ona Mohale are the ones waiting to pick me up. Khotso is the one looking at me like a snack. I smile at him too. Yes, he can definitely have me. By the way, he's the single twin brother now. His wife, Remo, divorced him because he cheated with some soccer player's widow. Then he tried to marry that girl, but things didn't work out because Remo threatened that girl to the core. Apparently, she went madhouse on her... stalking her, moving shit in her house then hiding, messing with the breaks of her car and causing the poor girl to use taxis because she no longer trusted cars after accidents caused by that lunatic, driving her into a mental institution even. Lol! Remo made the side-bitch pay for the role she played in ruining her marriage. And when that Ndalo girl was threatened by social services to have her kids taken from her because of her being so unstable, she dropped Khotso and told him he wasn't worth it. So, the Mohale chief leader is single!

"Gentlemen", I greet them.

Some men-in-black creeps who are apparently the Mohale security take my bags.

Ona greets me with a handshake and smile. Professional, okay.

Khotso hugs and lays a kiss on my cheek. But it's that hug man... you know that hug that tells you that there will be more fraternising as the day goes on... I hug him back and even brush myself slightly past his penis. He holds me tighter. I think the deal is done.

"You look good", Khotso tells me.

"So do you", me.

"That means I look good too. We are identical twins", Ona says.

"Yeah, but you have two wives to tell you that", I say.

Khotso laughs. He still has his arms around me.

Ona looks at us, shakes his head then says, "We need to get going. You can fuck each other later."

I ride in their Maybach with them. They are both busy on their phones and tablets. So, I switch on my phone and check my messages. I have a few work emails that I reply to. I don't understand how a church can be run this corporate. I'd be keen to know if these people even pay tax. I should actually ask Laura. When I'm done replying to work emails, I check my text messages. Wandi has left me the details of her lunch what-what that she's planning. I reply and confirm, yet again, that I'll be there. She sends me smiley faces and asks me if I've arrived in the kingdom.

"Yeah. Just headed to my hotel now", I reply to the text.

"Senzi's mom wants me to work in her office now that I'm marrying Senzi. Apparently, I have to be close to the first lady. I told her I'd work in your office instead. She's giving me hell and Senzi says he's not getting involved. He knows his mother doesn't like me. Why would anyone want me to work with her?" Her text message.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll sort it out. You'll work in my office." I reply via text.

"Thanks mommy. Enjoy your trip." Her.

I send her kisses.

We arrive at the Royal house.

"I thought I was staying at a hotel", I say.

"Why? We have enough room here." Khotso says.

"And we are just on time for breakfast. Everyone is waiting for us", Ona.

Who the hell is everyone?!

I am led to the dining table. Ja, everyone is here. Ona's two wives are here. Ona's twins and their wives. Ona's other four kids are here - including Thandeka's child - are all here. Khotso's two kids are here too. Then the grandkids are here too. This is a big table. And there's just a lot going on. The queen-mother passed away, so she's the only missing person at this table. Ona and Khotso did not take her death well at all, but everyone says that they took it better than they took King Mohato Mohale's death. But at least the queen-mother is now reunited with her man.

We are already digging into the breakfast and the table is very chatty.

"Aus'Phuthi", a child calls me.

I look up from my plate. It's Khotso's daughter, Rena.

"Yes?" Me.

"Do you have any children?" She asks me. But she's smiling at me. I heard she doesn't like anyone. I heard she's a bit of an ice queen.

"I do. I have one child. A daughter. But she's all grown up and married now." I say.

"I see. Do you miss her?" She asks me.

I look around the table. All the adults are observing us carefully. Khotso is even smiling at us.

"I get to see her every day, so at least she's still in my life. Plus, I didn't lose her. I gained a son too. So now I have two kids." I say.

"Is that how it works? So if I get married, my dad would gain a son and not necessarily lose a daughter? I thought getting married meant leaving behind your family and focusing on your new family", she says.

Yoh, this kid's questions. At breakfast vele? Her brain is this active so early in the morning?

"I'm not allowing anyone to take you away from me, baby girl." Khotso rescues me a bit.

"So, my husband would become Mr Mohale?"

We all choke on our food a bit.

"Did someone ask you to marry them, Lefatselabarena?" Ona enquires.

"Not really", she says.

"Not really?!" Khotso and Ona both say.

Ja no, this conversation.

"Someone tried. But he's not worth it. So, I'm not interested." She says.

Ona and Khotso look at each other. This child is a teenager. Khotso has told me that she is in grade eleven and is nervous about how she will be when she is in matric. He keeps telling me he was wild in matric to a point where a fellow matric student passed away at a weekend away where they were celebrating their eighteenth birthday. So he isn’t entirely excited about Rena turning eighteen or going to matric.

"Aus'Phuthi, have you ever been married before?" Moloko asks me. He's Khotso's son.

Yerrr!

"No, I haven't." Me.

"Would you ever consider getting married?" Moloko asks me.

I take a deep breath and say, "Probably not."

"Not even to our dad?" Moloko.

Now I seriously choke on my food. These kids stare at me, waiting for their answer. I'm just drinking water and trying to get the food to go down the right pipe.

"Well, we think that you are pretty and we think that you are cool. We wouldn't mind if you married our dad", Rena says.

I'm still coughing on the food I'm choking on.

Yoh!

Ona and Khotso set me up! I should’ve gone to that hotel.

…

We are in Shaka's office now. The pope. Maboko Seete is here. But he's son is here with him. They look like brothers. Zithulele is also here with his two sons. The Mohales are here with their boys. I notice that Reahile is very close to Khotso – much closer than what he is to Ona… and he’s biologically Ona’s. But I have also been told that Reahile just chose Khotso to be his father and Khotso is the one who has been raising him. Ona has tried to bring him closer, even letting Reahile stay with his second wife. But apparently, the minute that Khotso settles with a stable woman – stable enough to even live with Rena and Moloko – Reahile will move into that house with his wife and kids. I feel for Ona a bit. I’d die if Wandi chose another woman over me to be her mother. But bonds are bonds I suppose.

Thabi is here so I don't feel as singled out as I would have been had I been the only woman here.

Shaka finally walks in with his son, Ntuthuko.

"Sorry to keep you waiting", he says as he walks in.

We are all silent.

"Phuthi, welcome." Shaka says.

I nod my head.

"We heard your cry about wanting to be more involved in the church. We had you running mines before you did time. You are good at the corporate face of things. The crime side of things requires a lot of training. And right now, we don't have time." Shaka says.

I don't say anything. I'm slightly annoyed though.

"But I do understand your frustration of working at that church under Laura. Mining is dangerous for you right now. Putting you back there would attract more cops for you, and that's not good for us. I'm thinking a hospital", he says.

We are all a bit confused.

"I'm not a doctor, though". Me.

"You will be managing a hospital that we will be building. It would even make our organ trading a lot easier. Thabi will help you", Shaka says.

"I'm a queen. I can't be -

She's silent now. Everyone is staring at her.

"Will you be able to move to the kingdom? Permanently." Shaka asks me.

I was loving being close to my daughter. But I guess she can always visit.

"Sure", I say.

He nods his head then moves on to the next thing on the agenda. Thabi is not happy at all. At all.

We finish the meeting after about three hours. Then people leave the office. I just want to go and sleep. But the Mohales are my ride. Fortunately, we are driving back to the royal house. I'm dropped off at the guests' wing then they proceed with whatever business that they have for the day.

I spent the afternoon enjoying a nice long bath, romancing myself really with candles as I lotioned myself and dressed up in a cute dress.

There's a TV in here, so I find myself putting on some movie. I don't even make it past twenty minutes. I pass out.

I am woken by a presence hovering over me. It unsettles me because it instantly reminds me of prison. I count to ten before I open my eyes. I'm reminding myself that I'm not there anymore. I don't have to jump out of bed and immediately defend myself so I live another day. I turn around gently then open my eyes.

"Hi", Rena says to me waving her hand at me.

This child.

"Hello", Moloko says. He's even sitting on the bed.

These kids need to learn a thing or two about manners. I mean REALLY!

"We thought we would come and sit with you", Rena says.

I force a smile on my face. What I want to do is tell them to get the fuck out of here so I can sleep.

"We really like you. So, we want to hang out with you", Moloko says.

Gold star for me I suppose.

I sit up and pay them some attention.

"How has your day been?" I ask them.

"It was okay. I got 97 percent for my advanced programming mathematics test, so I'm excited. That thing has made me cry real tears in the past. Before this test, I was two marks away from beating the child that is first in our grade for the term. Now I caught up and I'm number one in my grade! My best friend, Ruri, is number two. But she's number one in English and Social Sciences. Oh, and design. But she has an unfair advantage. She's already a designer. She and her mom have a shop together. I wish my mother were still here", ja, Rena can TALK!

Lord, give me strength.

"You miss your mom, huh?" Me.

She nods her head, feeling so sad all of a sudden.

"I love my dad very much. But sometimes, I wish he could marry someone who at least has a clue. Someone like you." Rena.

She's starting. Moloko has just taken over the TV.

"Have you ever told him that?" I ask Rena.

"All the time. But you know papa. No one tells him what to do with his penis." She says, catching me completely off-guard and I choke on my spit. How old is this child again?

"You need to stop coughing so much", she says to me.

I make some space on the bed for her to climb in. She smiles at me then climbs in.

"So tell me, how can I do some of the things that you'd want to do with your mommy? I know I could never replace her. And I don't want to. But how can you and I have special things that we do together?" I ask her.

She cuddles up to me with excitement.

"You can tell me what the secret is to stay clean when I'm on my period. My teacher taught me how to use a sanitary towel. I didn't even tell my dad that I had started my period." She says.

This breaks my heart.

I wasn't even there for Wandi.

It's sad really. My baby and Rena grew up without mothers. But Rena's mother is a better woman than I am. She passed away. I was alive and still couldn't be there for my only child.

"You know what, I can do that. In fact, twice every month, I'll make sure that we have girls' weekend. Then we can chat and I can just be there for whatever you need... even if I'm not with your dad. Would that be okay?" Me.

"YEEEEEESSSSS!" She screams and says.

I laugh and hug her. She has a very playful spirit and a child-like excitement about her. I don’t think she will be an eighteen-year-old nightmare. I think Khotso can relax a bit. Rena is one of the good ones.

Khotso walks into the bedroom. Yeah, the kids left my door open.

"I hope they are not bothering you", Khotso says. Actually, they woke me up from some really great sleep, dude!

"Papa, Aus'Phuthi will be taking me on girls' weekends every month", Rena says.

Khotso smiles then says, "Really? So, when will she be spending time with me?"

"She said she doesn't need to be with you to do fun girl stuff with me", Rena.

"Oh really? But she's my friend. You are stealing her from me?" Khotso.

"Yep. Me and Moloko. I'm going to do mommy and daughter things with Aus'Phuthi now... like Ruri does with her mommy." Rena says.

Khotso and I look at each other. You can just see that a part of him is still in pain.

"I'm happy for you, baby girl", Khotso says.

"Loko, come on. Let's go get a snack. Daddy want to ask Aus'Phuthi to be his girlfriend", Rena says. I'll probably never get used to Rena's tongue. Like ever.

"Oooooohhhhh la la", Moloko says.

We all laugh then the kids leave, leaving just Khotso and I alone.

"You know, I'm going to fuck you. There's no need for you to suck up to my kids", he says.

"Wow! Now I see where Rena gets that mouth from." I say.

We both laugh.

He climbs on the bed and lies does next to me, putting his head on my lap now that I'm sitting up.

"She also told me that she wishes that you could marry someone who actually has a clue", I say.

"Yep, that's definitely something that came out of the mouth of Lefatselabarena Mohale." He says and we laugh.

"What broke my heart though is her saying that some girl that's her friend has an unfair advantage at one of the subjects at school because she has a mother." I say.

His face also drops.

"She told me her teacher taught her how to use a sanitary towel when she started her period", I continue.

He tenses up.

"You know, my daughter grew up without me too. She was a few days old when I went inside. I came out, she was seven. I went back in before she was even eight. I was never there. Rena's mom is a better woman than me. She passed on. She genuinely couldn't be there. I was alive and she grew up without a mother. She was raped. She was abused. She was moved from house to house every time Nathi's wife didn't feel like having her around. I failed her. I'm a bad mother. I'll never have any of those years back. And I know I'll never make up for it by being there for Rena... I'll probably never even let go of the guilt I feel inside of me for not being there for Wandisa. But, I'll do my best with your daughter - regardless of what happens between you and me."

He holds my hand.

I didn't realise that I was crying.

"You are a brilliant mother", he says.

I don't believe him.

"You were in jail, yes. But I remember a large portion of money from the church paying for some expensive boarding school for your kid because you blackmailed a shit load of people into making sure that your daughter was okay. There's a whole trust set up for her that you said you'd gift her when she goes to university".

I laugh and say, "then she chose to not go to university. I don't know what to do with that money now."

"The bottom line is that even from behind bars, you were a mother. You ordered hits on every man that touched her. You are not the ordinary mother, yes. But you are a mother. A damn good one. And she knows it. That's why she goes above and beyond to "tefa" now that you are around." He says.

I smile at him.

"Thank you", I say.

"Can we fuck now?" Him.

I just burst into laughter.

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•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

"Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

"No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

But then he called.

"I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

"You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

"Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

"It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

"Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

"I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

"I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

"You're worth it."

After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

#classic rock imagine #guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #80s #duff mckagan fluff #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan #duff mckagan imagine

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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The Farm

Damian Wayne x Jon Kent

Summary: just 2 boys in love but won’t admit it. I have the attention span of a butterfly so this is as close as I get to a slow burn lmao. I just think they are adorable and I headcanon Damian as demisexual. I did actually age them above 18 but this is sfw. Only a little kissing. There’s a bigot but he gets punched.

“I heard about the farm,” Damian said as they sat on a rooftop in New York. “Sorry.” They were drinking milkshakes after saving the city. Well Jon was as Damian had a vegan smoothie instead.

“Yeah, they foreclosed,” Jon said, his bright blue eyes uncharacteristically stony. “Thanks. Just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“You know I could help you.. financially. If you need,” Damian offered carefully. Jon shifted in his seat and took a drink of his shake.

“It’s not your job. I’ll figure out how to keep it. Don’t worry,” Jon said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats on vet school. Not that it’s a surprise. You were top of your class.”

“Oh thanks. But seriously, I have no problem writing a check right now, Jon,” Damian emphasized. Jon stared at him silently. It was so tempting to let Damian solve his problems but that wasn’t the Kent way.

“I don’t know,” Jon said shifting uncomfortably. Damian noted that it wasn’t a no.

“I will be going to school in Metropolis in the fall. The farm in Smallville is a lot closer to the university than my place in Gotham,” Damian said hoping to come off as casual. Apparently not as Jon almost fell off the roof in shock.

“Live- with me,” he asked, his eyebrows rose quickly.

“Oh, I suppose. Yes, that is what I would be proposing,” Damian answered. Jon looked at him with wide eyes before clearing his throat and softening the look on his face to more neutral. Damian definitely wasn’t meaning ‘moving in’ moving in. He was just being practical. He wasn’t in love with Jon the same way Jon was head over heels for Damian since he was like 13.

“It would be practical for us both,” he said and Jon relaxed. Yep, normal Damian not thinking of the social meaning of his words.

“I don’t have a butler,” Jon warned. “And I sometimes forget to do laundry or dishes.”

“Then I will make a chore chart,” Damian answered and Jon’s heart soared a little at the domestics of it all. Jon nodded with a grin.

“So when do I get my roommate?” Jon asked lightly. Or what he hoped was lightly. His farm was saved and Damian was moving in. He was surprised he wasn’t levitating yet.

“I need to sell my apartment first. And pack,” Damian contemplated. “Also I need to buy the farm. I’ll need 4 days.”

“4?!? I mean- that’s fine,” Jon answered. He began immediately imagining all the work he needed to do before Damian could move in. “You work fast.”

“Yes, money talks,” Damian answered as if it was normal for a 20 year old to say. Jon nodded and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

True to his words, a moving truck showed up 4 days later. Jon had cleaned and organized everything, even scrubbing the walls and sweeping the barn. The workers quickly set up everything in the spare room just as Damian arrived.

Damian arriving was a sight Jon would never forget. Damian wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up and a tan pair of dress pants over shiny black leather shoes as he carried in a large paper bag of produce. Damian had grown so much from the tiny 13 year old Jon had first known. He was now a full inch taller than Jon and probably 10 lbs heavier. It was funny since Jon was the one currently running around as Superman.

Damian sat his bag on the kitchen counter and wiped sweat from his brow. Jon was much more casually dressed in old blue jeans and a white t shirt with a rolled up and open red plaid button down over it. An old blue baseball cap was thrown over backwards on his head and little curls stuck out.

“You brought food. You know this is a farm, right?” Jon said with a smile. “We’re kinda known for having food.”

“I brought food to cook tonight,” Damian said trying to be casual. He had actually taken far too long deciding on the perfect food for him and Jon to eat their first night as roommates.

“Are you cooking for me?” Jon said with a pleased smile. The moving company was leaving and it was just the two of them.

“Yes, I thought it would be a good start,” Damian said formally. “No need to be so happy. It’s just dinner.”

“Of course,” Jon said trying to straighten his face. But how could he when Damian was living with him and cooking for him? Impossible task.

Damian busied himself in the small kitchen, looking in every drawer and cabinet. He noted that in the dying evening light, it perfectly captured the sunset. That was something that people paid huge amounts to even glimpse from their place in Gotham and Jon got a 360 view everyday.

“Well I have to feed the animals but I’ll be back soon. Do you need anything before I go?” Jon said in the doorway to the kitchen. He had thrown on a pair of rubber boots.

“Tt, you dare care for animals without me?” Damian said with a frown.

“Well I just thought- I mean you can- but you’re cooking,” Jon sputtered and Damian smiled.

“I’m playing with you. I’ll see them tomorrow. Otherwise the meal will be ruined,” Damian said. Jon laughed and shook his head as he left.

Damian looked at the photos that lined the hallway, smiling as he saw pictures of Jon as a child. Jon holding a fish he caught. Jon swinging a baseball bat. Jon holding up one end of a tractor. Right above it was a young Clark Kent doing the same. Damian shook his head with a little smile. He would never admit it but he was head over heels for Jon. Had been for a few years now.

“That’s the first time I lifted a tractor,” Jon said beside him. “Dad was so proud.”

“I imagine,” Damian answered. Clark was such a sore subject for Jon. His father had only been presumed dead the year before. Jon took it hard. He didn’t speak but watched Jon from the corner of his eyes.

“He never wanted to force me to be Superboy. I practically begged him. He was scared it was too dangerous,” Jon said with a sad smile. They both walked in the kitchen and Damian finished the food. Damian brought it to the table just as Jon shyly brought out a bottle of wine.

“Mr Kent, where did you get that?” Damian said with a little smile.

“Actually there’s an entire wine cellar full of the good stuff. Your father is quite fond of giving wine as a gift and Dad never liked to drink. So he stored it here,” Jon said pulling out a wine opener. “I thought we could drink it for him.”

“That’s very illegal,” Damian said expertly opening the bottle. “We’re both technically underage.”

“Anything is legal with enough money,” Jon said with a little grin and Damian laughed.

I’m an awful influence,” Damian replied. They spend the rest of the night eating and drinking wine before both crashing in their separate rooms in the early morning.

Jon crawled out of bed only a few hours later to feed the animals and get started on his day. He thanked his Kryptonian DNA for the lack of hang over he worried Damian would have. He crept quietly past his roommate’s door on his way out.

Jon returned a few hours later, still rather early, and was surprised by the smell of coffee. Damian was cooking breakfast for him. For them, Jon reminded himself. Damian was just his roommate. Damian nodded and poured Jon a cup of coffee.

“I thought you would still be asleep,” Jon admitted.

“I don’t require much sleep. Plus I want a tour of the property,” he said. Practical Damian as always, Jon thought.

“Sure, I’ll take you around. The farm and then town,” Jon added taking a huge plate of scrambled tofu and fried tomatoes. Damian had anticipated that.

“That’s a good plan. I don’t want to stand out in town. Should I wear a plaid shirt,” Damian asked.

“Uh, yeah. If you want. T shirts and jeans are fine too,” Jon said.

“May i borough these clothing from you? Mine are not appropriate for a farm,” Damian said casually and Jon willed himself to not have any emotion that Damian was going to wear his clothing.

Damian was extremely handsome in Jon’s plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. His bright green eyes and tan skin popped in the shirt and he had brushed his black hair neatly back as it had gotten long enough to fall in his eyes. Jon couldn’t help but stare at his Damian in his clothing. Logic be damned.

“What?” Damian asked looking at himself. “Does it look bad? I don’t want to appear foolish,” he said about to pull off the plaid shirt.

“No! No you look good. Nice,” Jon said and Damian’s lip twitched towards a smile.

“Thank you. Would you like to show me town first? Before we get muddy,” Damian said.

“Sure, that sounds good. I need to pick up feed anyways,” Jon said. They loaded into Jon’s old pickup. Krypto hopped into Damian’s lap as if he always had done it and they set off to town a few miles away.

“Here’s the library and the best Waffle House in Kansas. Second only to Ma Kent’s,” Jon said as they drove around. He showed Damian all the important sights in town. Damian had a hard time believing that everything was so compact and so small. Even the diner that Jon said they would eat lunch because they had the best pie short of Ma Kent.

They both, and Krypto, got out at the feed store and they treated Jon like old friends. He grabbed a basket and pushed it to the back as he chatted about all the interesting animals people owned to Damian. The Ferguson’s owned a pair of alpacas and old Skipper Smith had a parrot and monkey as pets.

Jon didn’t pay any attention as he easily lifted 4 50 lb bags of feed and casually put 200 lbs of feed in the basket. Damian looked around to see no one near. Jon did it again.

“Should get us through the week,” he said with a grin.

“You do know that most people don’t pick up 4 at once?” Damian told him quietly as they moved to the register. Jon stopped before nodded and laughing.

“You know I’ve never thought about it. Let’s get going before the diner gets a lunch rush,” he said. Jon tried to act more normal putting up the feed bags but tossing them one handed like bags of bread into the bed of a pick up truck was far from normal. Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

The diner had about 12 booths and a row across the counter like old times. It probably was an older restaurant with the light blue tile and actual jukebox. Damian didn’t know what rush hour could possibly look like with all 7 people he’d seen since entering town but Jon seemed pleased to be earlier than them.

An older lady laid down a menu between them both and offered them coffee with a big grin. Jon ordered a chicken fried steak and Damian ended up getting the waffles. It was the only thing probably vegetarian on the menu.

“Oh shoot, I forgot you don’t eat meat. Sorry. Should I change my order,” Jon said raising his hand.

“No,” Damian said grasping Jon’s hand and pulling it down to the table. Jon’s heart just about beat out of his chest. “It’s fine. You don’t have to change what you eat for me.”

“Okay,” Jon said and the waitress came back to the table with drinks and eyed Damian’s hand on Jon’s.

“This your new partner, Kent,” she asked and Jon noted the judge tone to her voice as she sat down their glasses. Homophobia was still alive in the country. Damian didn’t notice.

“Yes, I just moved in last night,” Damian answered and Jon was frozen in time. Damian doesn’t understand what he means, Jon thought. He can’t.

“Oh, is that right? Took off to the city and brought back a city slicker. Well, each to their own,” she said with a passive aggressive smile. Jon sighed as she walked away. He didn’t know how to explain that to Damian. Was Damian even gay? Too late now. The whole town thought he was.

After eating their meal, Jon asked the waitress for pie to go. The diner had filled up and far too many people were glancing at the pair. Damian assumed it was because he was new in town or possibly they recognized him as a Wayne. Jon knew it was that he had brought home a man. Damian also didn’t quite pass as white with his tan skin and Arabic features so probably a dash of racism too.

Jon drive down to the park at the edge of town and parked by the pond. He put on a nice face but worried that Damian wouldn’t have as easy time in Smallville as Jon hoped.

“Something on your mind, Kent,” Damian said, sitting on the back hatch of the truck watching, the ducks swim.

“Nothing. Maybe I’m a little tired. Should have gone to bed earlier last night,” he said with a laugh. Damian looked at him out the corner of his eye but said nothing and continued eating his pie.

“This pie is made with quality,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“Better than Alfred’s?”

“Different. Alfred makes amazing meat pies but he never quite understood American pies,” Damian answered. Jon nodded.

“I have to work the rest of the week,” he warned Damian.

“I have plenty of paperwork to keep me busy,” Damian answered. Jon knew he never had to worry about Damian that way. He always kept busy. This was probably his longest break.

The next 3 weeks consisted of getting up early to care for the animals before Jon left to work at the local paper. Damian would jog 3 miles down the dirt road that the Kent farm sat at the end of. By the end of the first week, a few of the neighbors would even wave at him. Jon counted himself as having the will of a Green Lantern to leave before Damian returned every morning. Damian was a sight to behold in his post workout glow pre-shower. He would come home and most of the time Damian was cooking dinner for him. Jon was really falling for the domestics of it all.

“Don’t get used to it, Kent,” Damian warned after Jon complimented an amazing dish Damian made. “Once school starts I can not act as a housewife to you.”

“You aren’t- Dami, you’re far from a housewife,” Jon sputtered. “I know that Flamebird has been seen in metropolis a few times this week alone.”

“Well, I needed to keep busy,” Damian said with a shrug. “Eat your eggplant.”

“I’ve probably eaten more vegetables this week than I have since I would summer with Ma,” Jon said. “But this is pretty good.”

“You’re welcome,” Damian said with a pleased smile. After dinner they sat on the swing on the porch and swung as they watched the sunset like an old married couple. Damian looked at Jon more often than he needed to as they talked about nothing. Jon was so pretty in the golden light. His bright blue eye and freckles looked adorable to Damian.

“And then in August we harvest-“ Jon had been saying before Damian cupped his face and pushed his lips against Jon’s. It was rough and their teeth clanged together and Jon pulled back with an “ow.”

“Shit,” Damian said, moving to get up. “I shouldn’t have- forget I-“

“Wait,” Jon said and Damian froze. He looked so uncertain and Jon had never seen that before. “Can we- can we try again?”

“You don’t have to pity me,” Damian said curtly, getting up. “Forget I did that. I apologize,” he said going inside.

Jon sat for a minute in shock. He had been in love with Damian forever and Damian finally kissed him and he couldn’t even enjoy it. Jon went inside and stood in front of Damian’s door. His hand tentatively considered knocking but Jon couldn’t do it. Just as he turned to walk away, Damian opened his door.

“I have to go to Gotham,” he said suddenly.

“What? If it’s me, you don’t have to leave,” Jon said quickly.

“No. My brothers need me,” Damian said and Jon noticed he had his suit on under his clothing.

“Do I need to come?”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll be back later this week hopefully,” Damian said dashing outside. The screen door swung and slapped the doorframe loudly. Jon ran on the porch.

“Week?” He called as Damian’s car pulled out the drive.

Jon fretted and obsessively watched the news everyday. Krypto was getting anxious without his 3 mile jog every morning. Late on the fourth day after Damian left, Jon heard the front door open. He raced to the door. Damian looked weary and had a slight limp.

“Hi,” Jon said looking Damian over and Damian offered a tired smile. Nothing broken. “Do you need help?”

“No. I need to sleep and I will be fine,” Damian said stubbornly. Jon rolled his eyes and helped him to his bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No thank you. I will probably sleep late tomorrow,” Damian warned.

“Sure. Of course,” Jon said slowly closing the door as Damian fell asleep. Jon barely slept that night and got up early and called out of work for the day. Damian got up uncharacteristically late around 10 am.

“How are you?” Jon asked, offering him coffee. Damian took the drink before sitting next to Jon. He had a black eye and that limp was still around. The sun shone in bright in the kitchen and Damian was once again reminded the vast difference between smallville and Gotham.

“I’m fine. Thanks,” he said quietly. Jon didn’t want to pounce Damian the first second he got home but it was very hard to not want to talk about the kiss.

“You got mail,” Jon said, handing Damian a big Manila envelope that had come in the day before. Damian wordlessly opened it as he sipped coffee.

“Oh it’s yours,” he handed it over to Jon. Jon opened it with a confused look.

It was a deed. The Kent farm deed. The Kent farm deed in Jon’s name. He looked up at Damian who had a tired half smile.

“It’s in my name. You put it in my name,” he said. “W-why?”

“It’s the Kent farm. There’s too many things with the Wayne name on it,” he shrugged. “Plus I’m far from a farmer. It should be yours.”

“God Damian,” Jon said with tears in his eyes. He pulled Damian into a hug who squawked a protest that Jon ignored. “Thank you. I can’t- thank you,” he said wetly. Damian ignored how Jon was quietly crying on him. His grandma and dad passing had affected him hard and Damian knew he was crying over more than a house and land.

“You’re welcome,” Damian finally whispered and Jon cried even harder. Damian softly pat his back awkwardly. Jon leaned back but didn’t let Damian go. He gazed at Damian with the softest look.

“God Damian,” Jon repeated. “Do you even know how much I love you?”

Damian froze and just blinked at Jon who had pulled back but not out of the hug. “What?” He simply said and Jon’s face started to contort in pain. “Hold on,” Damian said and Jon warily looked at him. Damian knew he had to lean in or Jon would take it back and Damian would be too scared to do anything until Jon did this again. And he wasn’t sure how long Jon would wait.

Damian gently cupped Jon’s face in his hands and Jon breathed in quickly. Damian was clearly nervous. Damian noted how his face was soft and his skin warm. This time he gently bent over and softly pressed his lips against Jon’s. Jon quickly reacted by leaning in toward Damian. Jon could feel the rough pads of Damian’s fingers and taste the coffee Damian had been drinking. After a short while, Damian pulled back but not away.

“I truly care for you too,” he said softly and Jon grinned. “I’ve cared for you for a long time.”

“Same,” Jon said before leaning in to kiss Damian again. Damian kissed for another few seconds before pulling back again. This time Jon tried to follow his lips before stopping. Jon’s breath was erratic and fast. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No. It’s okay. I’ve just never- I’ve never“ Damian started a bit lost for words. Jon understood what he meant.

“You’ve never been with a man,” Jon said gently.

“I’ve never taken the time for relationships with anyone. I’ve always been too busy,” Damian admitted. He played with the edge of a napkin nervously. He would never openly admit to being worried that his lack of experience was a flaw.

“We can go slow. Whatever you want,” Jon said and he finally looked at Damian the way he had never let himself before: like he was in love with him. Damian nodded.

“I’ve just never found anyone that interesting. I mean, beside you. After a while. I wanted to throw you off a bridge at first,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“I know. You told me,” Jon said. “We should go out to eat. There’s a place downtown that has vegan options.”

“I didn’t even know there was a downtown here,” Damian admitted and Jon laughed.

“It’s a small town. Not a hut in the woods.”

The place wasn’t ‘rush hour’ packed but had plenty of tables with patrons. Damian and Jon sat at a booth and Damian almost couldn’t handle the lovey way Jon was looking at him. Jon was staring at Damian like he was the moon, even though Damian stood out like a sore thumb in the rural town in his turtleneck and dress slacks. But that was his comfort clothing and he had given up on fitting in long ago.

“I’m going to the restroom. Order for me?” Damian asked and Jon nodded. As Damian walked towards the back of the restaurant, a man in a brown jacket and rubber boots purposefully shoved Damian with his shoulder as he walked by. Damian turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, didn’t see any fruitcakes around here,” the guy said and Damian bristled. Before he could make a scene, Jon moved over to them.

“Hi Tyler. Do we have a problem here?” Jon said uncharacteristically cold. That guy didn’t realize that he picked the worst pair to insult. Tyler looked between Damian and Jon before deciding the fight wasn’t worth it.

“Nothing worth it,” Tyler said turning around. “Bad enough to bring a fruitcake to town, it had to a brown one too,” he muttered and Damian stiffened. He knew that he got looks when he went into town. He was probably the only person that spoke more than English or Spanish in town and certainly the only one to speak Arabic.

But before Damian could do anything else but feel disgust, Jon had punched the guy in the face. Well it was more of a flick with his fist but the guy went down like a rock. Damian hid his smile as him and Jon were hurried out of the restaurant with their food to go by a worried waitress who apologized to the pair.

As they walked back to the pickup truck, Damian reached out and grabbed Jon’s hand who lit up almost instantly. Damian ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he walked. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jon either.

“You know, it’s not everyday that a guy gets Superman to defend his honor,” Damian said quietly but playfully and Jon laughed.

“Can’t handle bigots. I’ll let you punch the next one,” Jon said with a shrug.

“I would have punched that one,” Damian answered. He turned and pulled Jon to face him before taking his free hand that wasn’t carrying a bag. Damian gently cupped Jon’s face to place a kiss on Jon’s lips before going back to walking. Jon had a stupid smile all the way back home.

#Damian Wayne x Jon kent #Damian Wayne #damijon #mlm dc fanfic #Jon kent #robin x Superboy #Damian is flamebird and Jon is Superman #Jon kent x Damian Wayne #fns pride edition

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falcqns · 3 years

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Free Fall

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Henry meets your parents for the first time, and custody issues arise.

Warnings: fluff, angst, slight family drama, slight daddy issues, Lav being cute as always

A/N: Just me channeling my own problems into my writing as an emotional outlet lmao. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7

You heard the alarm go off, but groaned and rolled over, attempting to smother the sounds with your pillow. You heard Henry chuckle, and roll out of bed, before walking out of the room.

He poked his head into Lavender’s room, where she was safe and asleep, so he continued his journey down the stairs. He turned the coffee machine on, and grabbed two travel mugs.

Today, you and him would be heading to your home town, and he’d be meeting your family. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He was absolutely terrified. He was terrified that they wouldn’t like him, or that they would think he’s not a good father to Lavender.

He also nervous because he knew Lavender’s birth father lived in the same town, and he honestly didn’t know what he would do if he came face to face with that asshole.

He had just finished making both your coffee’s, when he hears Lavender wake up over the baby monitor. He headed to her room, peaking his inside his to check on you, who was still sleeping.

Lavender stopped crying when Henry came in to her line of sight, and watched him intently as he picked her up and cradled her against his chest. He changed her diaper quickly, and got her dressed, before taking her down stairs. He placed her into the high chair, and tilted it back gently so it supported her back and head. She had gotten better at holding up her own head, but Henry didn’t want to take any chances. She cooed and watched as he moved around the kitchen, getting everything ready for the road trip.

She blew a raspberry, and Henry turned around. “What are you doing, boo boo?” He asked her, walking over to press a kiss to her forehead. She let out a giggle, and then began moving her arms around wildly, and squealing. Henry smiled and unbuckled her, picking her up. “Mama is still sleeping, and Dada doesn’t want to wake her up yet. We have to be quiet.” He whispered, and he got a huge smiled in return, before Lavender laid her head on his shoulder.

Henry continued what he was doing, until Lavender let out a cry, signalling that she was hungry. Henry smushed her, but began prepping a bottle for her before walking into the living room with her, and sitting down to feed her. He gazed down at her as she happily ate her breakfast. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” He said. She gazed up at him in a way that almost made him believe that she understood what he was saying. “i’m gonna take care of you the way a father should. I don’t care that you’re biologically not mine, you’re my baby girl, and that’s all that matters,” He whispered, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He watched as her eyes drifted shut.

You came down the stairs a few minutes later with all the pre-packed bags, and smiled at Henry who was holding Lavender.

“I didn’t hear her wake up,” You said, and Henry chuckled as he stood up.

“She woke up about an hour ago, but you were still sleeping so I got her. She’s eaten, and everything is ready to go,” He said. You nodded as you took a sip of your coffee. “Okay, thank you.” You said, and Henry walked over to you to give you a kiss.

“I’ll load the car up, if you get her in her car seat,” Henry suggested, passing Lavender to you. You took your daughter, and cradled her against your chest. She opened her eyes, and looked up at you. “We’re you being good for Dada?” You asked her, and she cooed in response.

A few minutes later, Lavender was secure in her car seat, and the car was packed. Henry carried the car seat to the car, and you climbed into the passengers seat, Kal following to lay on your feet. Henry got in the drivers seat, and the four of you were off. The drive went fairly well, with Lavender sleeping the majority of the time, in between feedings, where you would have to get in the back to help feed her.

You arrived at your parents house just before midnight, and both were relieved when you could see lights on, signifying that your family was still awake. Sneaking into your childhood home with a baby and dog didn’t seem like the most enjoyable thing.

You took Lavender and Kal, while Henry took the bags out.

“Y/N!” Your mom said, opening the door for you. “Hey, mom,” You said as you gave her a hug. Your dad came up and gave you one as well, before taking the car seat from you. Kal looked up at you for permission to follow Lavender, and you nodded, before he scurried off to protect his sister. You stepped away from the door to allow Henry through with the bags, which you took from him while he met your mom.

“You must be Henry!” Your mom said, pulling him into her arms for a hug. You giggled as Henry returned her hug.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N.” He said, and your mom instantly corrected him.

“Please, call me Y/M/N.”

They continued to talk, and you decided to get Lavender out of her seat, as she was looking quite done with being strapped in. You freed her, and she immediately cooed in happiness before snuggling into your chest. You glanced over at Henry, who was talking to your dad about football, and took a seat on the couch. Your mom came over, and took her from you so she could have some cuddles, and you took that opportunity to take the bags to your old bedroom. When you walked in, you smiled as you saw your parents had set up your crib that you had used for Lavender to sleep in.

Henry came in a while later, and helped you unpack the bags, and get everything ready for Lavender to go to sleep. You heard her crying from the living room, and Henry immediately went to her aid. He re-entered the bedroom with her in his arms moments later, and she was handed to you. “She’s hungry, I think. She wasn’t wet or anything.”

“Okay,” You said, and freed your breast to feed her. She latched on, and you sat down against the headboard. Henry watched you out of the corner of his eye as he moved about the room, getting ready for bed. He joined you moments later, and a kiss was pressed to your cheek before he did the same to Lavenders.

“Are you nervous to meet the rest of my family tomorrow?” You questioned Henry, and he gave you a small smile.

“No. I am nervous that I’m going to run into her birth father though. I don’t know how I would be able to stop myself from hurting him.” He admitted, and you grabbed his hand with your free one.

“Don’t worry about him. He won’t hurt us, okay?” You promised, and Henry smiled before laying his head on your shoulder and drifting off to sleep with his eyes locked on his little girl. She was safe.

But, he should have known that wasn’t true. The next morning, your parents had asked you to go on a grocery store run, and the three of you decided to go. Henry was pushing the cart, Lavender was enjoying her new surroundings in her car seat, while you were consulting the list, and putting things in the cart. Henry gazed around at the people also shopping, almost searching for your ex. He realized he shouldn’t be so suspicious, and focused on Lavender again, who was looking at the different coloured fruits and vegetables, her fingers being sucked on in her mouth.

The three of you made your way to the snack aisle, and that’s when it happened. Henry heard what sounded like a curse word come out your mouth just as a man, no older than 25 entered the same aisle as you. He locked eyes with you, and Henry watched as he approached you. Henry looked at you, and he instantly knew who it was.

Lavenders father.

Henry immediately moved the cart so Lavender couldn’t be seen, and stood in between the cart and you, so you were within reaching distance.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said. You rolled your eyes, but turned to face your ex.

“What do you want, Y/E/N?” You said in an exasperated voice.

“Where’s my daughter?” He asked, and Henry moved the cart behind his back a little more. This made your ex look at him, and notice the back of the car seat peaking out from behind Henry. “Who the hell are you?” He asked in a demanding tone.

“I’m Henry.” He stated plainly. He reached out and pulled you closer to him. You turned your head, and buried your face into his chest. You knew he’d protect you and Lavender; he was Superman after all.

“Why are you near my daughter?” Your ex asked in the same demanding tone. Henry felt the anger bubbling up, and did nothing to stop it.

“She’s not your daughter. She’s mine,” Henry said, in the same villainous tone that he had to use for Walker.

Y/E/N scoffed. “Like hell she is. Unless she was cheating on me with you, and I highly doubt that, there is no way in hell that she is your daughter.”

Henry narrowed his eyes before continuing. “You’re right. Biologically, she is not mine, but that doesn’t matter to me. She is my daughter in every other way. You left Y/N the second she told you she was pregnant. She had to be pregnant alone for 9 months, and then parent completely alone for another 2 because you decided you didn’t want the responsibility. She is my daughter. I stepped up when I didn’t have to, simply because I love her mother, and I love her. You don’t.”

“Well I’m here now. Shouldn’t that count for something?”

Henry laughed. “You have no rights to her. I’m the one waking up at night to take care of her so Y/N can sleep. I’m the one that bathes her, changes her, plays with her, and gives her love and protection. The night I met her, I made a promise to myself that I would protect her and her mother for the rest of my life and that is exactly what I am going to do. She is my daughter in every way that matters.”

Y/E/N narrowed his eyes and took a step towards Henry. Henry immediately moved you behind him, as he was anticipating this getting physical. You moved to your daughter, and pushed the cart to the end of the aisle. “I’ll take you to court.”

Henry felt himself slip into his ‘Walker headspace’ as he called it, before he retaliated. “Good luck with that. See, unlike you, I am an actor. Not just any actor too. I’ve played Superman, Geralt of Rivia, Napoleon Solo, and I am now playing August Walker in Mission Impossible for the second time. And, Y/N told me that you’ve seen Fallout, so you know what Walker can do. I make a hell of a lot more money than you do, and I have a much better legal team than you. Not to mention, these muscles,” He motioned to his upper body. “aren’t just for my looks. They’re useful too.” he got right in your ex’s face, to intimidate him before continuing. “I can beat the shit out of little pussy men who think they can come here and threaten my girlfriend and my daughter. Now get the fuck out of here before I recreate the bathroom scene, right here in the aisle.” Henry finished, and turned to face you but not before your ex opened up his mouth again.

“This isn’t over, Y/N. she’s my daughter, and I WILL take her from you.” Henry’s eyes darkened, and turned around. He raised his fist and punched your ex square in the nose so hard that went flying back down the aisle. He walked and stood over him.

“So help me God, you contact me, Y/N or my daughter in ANY way, I will go all August Walker on your ass. I’m sure Tom Cruise would love to help as well.” He spat in your ex’s face. He turned and saw that you were in tears. He ran up to you and enveloped you in a hug.

“It’s okay. He can’t hurt us.” Henry whispered in your ear, as Henry pushed the cart out of the aisle and towards the checkout. “Here,” he said, handing you his card. “Checkout. I’m going to go let the manager know what happened. I’ll see you in the car.” You nodded, and watched as he approached an employee.

You checked out silently, and headed to the car. Lavender had taken notice of how upset you were, and began bowing raspberries in the hopes of cheering you up, which worked. You loaded her, and then the groceries, into the car, before climbing in and fully breaking down. Henry joined you moments later and you were pulled back into his arms.

“You’re okay. I’m sorry I let my anger get the best of me.” he whispered into your hair. You shook your head.

“That’s not why I’m crying. I-I’m scared he’s going to take her away.” Henry hugged to tighter when he heard your broken voice.

“Not gonna happen. I won’t let anything happen to her.” He promised. You nodded, and pulled away so Henry could drive.

You were still shaken up over what happened when you arrived home, immediately disappearing to your bedroom with Lavender. Henry carried the groceries in the house, and helped your mom put them away.

“Did something happen at the store? Y/N seems upset.” She asked.

“Y/E/N was there and he threatened her with taking Lavender from us. I couldnt let that happen, so I threatened him a little, and ended up punching him in the face.” he winced as he finished talking, unsure of what your moms reaction was going to be.

She turned to him, and gave him a high five. “Thank you. I never liked him.” Henry busted out laughing seconds later.

Henry went out for a run with Kal a few hours later, and your mom came upstairs with some lunch for you. You were laying on the bed, watching a movie on on the TV while Lavender napped in the crib.

“Hey, Henry told me what happened. Are you okay?” She asked, offering you the plate with an egg salad sandwich on it. You took it and nodded.

“Yeah, I am. Just a little shaken up is all.” You said, and she took a seat on the bed.

“Okay. You know, your birth father threatened the same thing many times.” She admitted. Your head shot up to look at your mom.

“Really?”

Your mom nodded, and continued. “Yep. But, your dad never let that happen, and I know Henry won’t. I absolutely hate that you are going through what I did with your father, but we both know Henry is going to protect you and her the same way your dad protected you and I. If he becomes an issue, you can always get a restraining order.” You nodded, and watched as your mom pressed a kiss to your temple before walking out.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” You said, as you ate and watched your daughters chest move up and down rhythmically. She was safe.

A/N Pt 2: I just thought i’d clarify that when i say ‘father’ and ‘dad’ i mean two completely different things. To me, a ‘father’ is the one who is biologically related to the child, and a ‘dad’ is the one who raises the child. Anyone can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a dad.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 2 | Be Careful with Clive, I Have Grown Attached to Him

A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: Tom and Molly are now married. Surprise! These two talk about the logistics of Tom’s half-baked plan. And Molly moves to London to face the firing squad, aka the paparazzi.

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

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After they signed the license along with the apostille, there had been dancing. That much Molly remembered. And drinking. Specifically drinking champagne. Tom danced with abandon, pulling Molly into the whirlwind of activity he created around him.

But now it was morning, and Molly woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own. She groaned as her head pounded, having forgotten that champagne and her have a love-hate relationship. Molly saw the faint outline of Tom asleep on the couch, his long body stretched out, still wearing his suit from last night. After glancing at the alarm clock, Molly fell back asleep.

Several hours, Molly woke up again and headed to the bathroom, not noticing the now opened curtains.

“Hey good lookin, Whatcha got cookin,” Tom’s voice twanged as he stepped out of the shower. His head pounded a bit, but not the worst hangover he had.

“AHHH!!!” Molly screamed as she stepped into the bathroom.

They both froze, which was more embarrassing for Tom, as at least Molly was still wearing her dress from last night.

“You’re naked.” Molly blinked, her head darting around the room until she focused on an interesting corner of the room.

Tom chuckled, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist. “I don’t normally shower in my clothes. You can look back now.”

She slowly turned back around. “Sorry.” She shuffled her feet. “I should have knocked.”

“It’s quite alright.” He moved towards the door. “Shower is yours and we should talk things over.”

Molly nodded. “We should.”

While Molly showered, Tom dressed in the other room. After finding a clean t-shirt for Molly to wear over her dress until she could change, he called the airlines and changed his single ticket for that morning to a later flight for two, fishing Molly’s ID out of her wallet.

“Thanks for the shirt.” she stepped out.

“It looks good on you.” Tom gestured to the sofa. “Sit. Would you like some breakfast?” Her stomach growled. They both laughed. “That would be a yes.” Tom shoved the room service menu. “Order what you like.”

She selected an egg white frittata while Tom got the pancakes. Tom put in the order and returned his attention to Molly.

“So let’s talk about how this will work.” Tom shifted in his seat.

“An excellent idea. You mentioned living together in London. When do we leave?”

“This afternoon.”

Molly coughed. “That quick?”

��I’m afraid so.” Tom’s hands fidgeted in his lap. She noticed he was still wearing the spider ring. “I have work obligations back home and in order for it to be believable you would need to live with me.”

“Naturally.” Molly slapped her thighs. “So after breakfast, I can head back to my apartment, pack up what little I have, say goodbye to my roommate, and change into appropriate clothing. And you need to get us some proper rings.” She waved her hot pink ring in the air. “Unless of course you intend for your bride to wear a ring from the top of a cupcake.”

“Only if I get to keep my ring. I’ve grown quite attached to Clive.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You named the spider?”

“Yes.” There was a knock on the door. “That will be the food. Allow me.” He disappeared and returned shortly with a rolling table, ladened with food. Tom poured a cup of coffee and offered one to Molly.

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“I can have them bring up a teapot.”

“I’m pretty sure there are some complimentary ones in the room. Now,” She cut into her food and took a bite. “how will everything else work? Living with you, your life, the paparazzi? That is the whole point of this charade.”

“You do get down to business. So yes, I would expect you to live in my home. In a separate bedroom, I can set up another room as an office for you. We would need to attend events together and generally appear as a loving couple on the outside.”

“And my debts? That is part of the deal, right?”

“Right,” Tom gazed over at her while eating his pancakes. “I would assume the payments while we are together, and after the divorce is final, I would pay off any balance. I would also take care of your daily expenses while we are married. You are welcome to work if you want, but I will give you spending money.”

“So I would be a trophy wife?” Her brown eyes glinted.

Tom waved his hands in front of him. “Not that is not what I meant… I…”

“I am kidding, Tom. If you prefer, I can not work. I don’t mind. Give me some time to figure things out.” A thought came to her. “What about…” Molly searched for the words. “… other needs? Or if you wish to engage in a romantic relationship?” Her cheeks blushed as the words fell out of her mouth.

Tom blushed as well. “I have great self-control and I think if either of us get to that point, we can discuss it. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”

“And I don’t want you to be trapped either. I guess that is as good of an answer I could expect. Anything you want to ask me?”

Tom stared at Molly. The air hung heavy. “Do you regret saying yes?”

“No. Do you regret asking?”

“No.”

Molly downed the rest of her juice. “Well then, it is all settled. I am going to take off to pack. And you have some shopping to do. My ring size is a 7.”

Tom finished up the last bite of pancakes. “Right. We need to leave here by 3 to make it to the airport.”

“I shouldn’t be more than a few hours. Do you have a key to the room I could borrow?”

Tom fished one out of his discarded jacket’s pocket. “Here I will have the front desk make me another one.”

She tapped the key against her nails. “Thanks, Tom. For the help and for being a decent guy.”

“I should be thanking you.”

“You already have.” She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Tom headed downstairs, asked the front desk for a new key to the room, and also inquired where the nearest jewelry store might be. The front clerk handed him a key and directed him to a small collection of luxury stores in the hotel. He found Tiffanys and purchased a classic platinum solitaire engagement ring and plain platinum band for Molly and a yellow gold band for himself.

Molly wasn’t back when he returned, so he set about packing up for the flight. His phone buzzed. Luke.

It appears you had a good time in Vegas. The papers say you are drowning your sorrows. Looks like the story is here to stay. Call me when you wake up from your nap at home.

Tom typed back.

I did have a good time. I have a feeling the papers will soon find another story soon. Still in Vegas, taking a later flight. Talk to you soon.

His phone rang. He clicked it off, seeing it was Luke. Rather to get all the yelling done in person. The door opened and Molly came in, dragging a suitcase behind.

“Sorry! My roommate had questions.”

“So does my publicist.”

Tom took in Molly for the first time, really. Outside of the light of a casino floor. And not in a wedding dress purchased for fifty dollars on the way to the chapel. She wore faded jeans, a pair of beat up black Converse and a boxy white tee tucked in. A large black cardigan tucked under her arm. Dark hair in a bun. Quite lovely, if Tom told the truth.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” Her brows knitted together.

“Not yet.” Tom tucked his phone into his jean pocket. “Here.” He pulled out the little blue bag.

Molly gasped. “I thought you would go buy some costume jewelry. This is too much.”

“Nonsense. This marriage may be fake, but the jewelry will be real.” Tom opened up the boxes. “May I do the honors?”

Molly held out her hand, and Tom slipped off the plastic ring before replacing it with the wedding set. “Much better. And yours?”

Tom slapped the box into her hand. “Be careful with Clive.” Molly pursed her lips as she pulled off the spider ring and replaced it with the gold band, putting the plastic ring in the Tiffanys box. “Here you go. Clive’s new home.”

Tom tucked the box into his luggage. “Ready to go?”

Molly rocked back on her heels. “Yep.”

Tom held out his arm. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Hiddleston.”

The flight back was uneventful, Molly and Tom dozed off, leaning against each other for support. Molly woke up first. She stared down at her rings. This was not how she expected this weekend going. Molly thought she would scrap together enough tips to make an extra payment on her credit card. Not flying to London with a Tiffany diamond ring on her finger and a famous actor as her husband.

“Life does throw you curveballs from time to time.”

“What was that, darling?” Tom muttered, stretching in his seat.

“Just commenting on the craziness of all of this to myself.” She held out her hand again. Tom laced his fingers with hers.

“I have done the same thing myself. Now when we land, there will probably be paparazzi around. Are you up for getting this whole thing off and running?”

Molly perked up. “What do I need to do?”

Tom tightly gripped Molly’s hand throughout the concourse and baggage claim. They eyed the doors.

“Ready?” she asked, squeezing his hand.

“I promise to be gentle.” Tom squeezed back, smiling.

As they stepped through the doors, Tom flashed a killer smile and Molly did as well, giggling as his arm wrapped around her waist. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Molly melted against him, making sure her rings were visible as she cupped his cheek. She was right, Tom was an excellent kisser. After making sure any photographers had plenty of time to snap a pic, they parted.

“Think they got my good side?” Molly giggled.

“Do you have a bad side?” Tom asked.

“Just wait and see. Now take me home, darling!” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically.

“Drama queen.” Tom pinched her side.

Tom’s home was cozy and clean. Definitely a bachelor’s home, as evidenced by the empty fridge except for a few bottles of beer and some questionable brown sauce.

“I can go shopping later.” Tom dragged a toe along the kitchen floor.

“I can go shopping later.” She reached up and smacked his face playfully. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t feed my husband?”

“Fair point. I will call the bank tomorrow and get a card in your name. Just run any big purchases past me first. And we will need to get your name changed, passport, etc. I can have someone help you.” Tom prattled on.

“Why don’t you show me the rest of the place first?”

Tom held out his arm. “This way.”

Tom’s book collection was impressive along with his collection of movies.

“I clear some space if you need it.”

“I only packed clothes. My roommate is selling the rest, including my car and wiring me the money.”

“Oh.” Tom’s face fell. “Let me show you the bedrooms.”

He showed you a small guest room. “This could be an office for you and next door is a bigger bedroom for you.” Tom hustled along the hallway to open the next door. “Here.”

It was a bigger room with a queen bed and a wardrobe. Spare and clearly used for company.

“It will do just fine. And the bathroom is across the hall which is nice. Where’s your room?”

Tom made his way to the end of the hall and opened the door to his room, decorated in tones of grey and navy. A large king sized bed taking up most of the room along with a dresser. A bathroom en suite and a small closet completed the space.

“Very nice. Do you mind if I steal the color palette to decorate my room?”

“Please do. I never got around to decorate it. My sisters and mother are the only ones who stay in there.”

Molly paled a bit. She hadn’t thought about Tom’s family. “I supposed I will meet them soon.”

“I supposed so. It would be odd for my wife not to meet them. I hadn’t thought about it.”

Molly rocked back and forth. “Now why don’t I go shopping and you unpack and relax?”

“I would feel better if I came with you. You are in a different country, a strange city. And what if you have problems with the card?”

“Then let’s go and you can point out some of your favorite foods.”

“It’s a deal.”

“When I said pick out your favorite foods, I didn’t expect it to be only sweets. Did I marry a seven-year-old?”

“I’m 35, thank you. and I enjoy those sweets.”

“You eat like a college frat boy.”

“Guilty.”

“That is definitely changing now that I am around. You can’t continue to eat like that. There are things called vegetables.”

Tom snapped his fingers. “I’ve heard of those.”

“Get out of here!” Molly swatted at him. “I am certain you have things to attend to, and I need to familiarize myself with the kitchen.”

“Are you kicking me out of my kitchen?”

“Our kitchen. And yes.” Molly smirked.

“I yield! I yield. I’ll be in my study if you need me.” Tom walked out of the kitchen and towards his study.

He spied his phone sitting on the desk, still off from the flight. By now, any pictures should have been posted somewhere. Tom collapsed into his desk chair and clicked the phone on. While he waited for it to start up, he could overhear Molly puttering about in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she put away the groceries.

Buzz. Ten messages and eleven missed calls. He didn’t bother to listen to them and instead dialed Luke.

“Luke, I’m back in town. Thought I wou—” Tom started in as soon as Luke picked up.

“I WASN’T FUCKING SERIOUS WHEN I SAID TO GET MARRIED??! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

Tom pulled the phone away from his ear. “No, I haven’t. But I am married. To a wonderful girl. Her name is Molly. Molly Bishop. You should meet her, Luke.”

“YOU ARE FUCKING RIGHT I’LL MEET HER. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! SHE CAN HELP IDENTIFY YOUR BODY, THOMAS!” Luke continued to scream on the phone.

“Can you dial back the volume, Luke? I would like to preserve my hearing. Is there something wrong with marrying the woman I love?”

Luke cleared his throat. Tom understood Luke was doing his best to collect himself. “Apologies. There is nothing wrong with marrying the woman you love, Tom. Nothing at all. Except I don’t think you love this woman, since until a few weeks ago you were in love with—”

“Don’t say her name, it will ruin my marital bliss. I’m a hopeless romantic, Luke.”

“Hopeless, yes. Romantic, the jury is still out. And your fans don’t count, they are blinded by you. But I see the truth.”

“Which is?”

“You are not as smart as you think you are.”

“Did any of the articles mention her?” Tom inquired, spinning his wedding band on his finger.

“No.”

“Then I am exactly as smart as I think I am.”

There was a clatter from the kitchen.

“Tom!” Molly called out. “I need your help.”

“Got to go, Luke. My wife needs my help.” Tom emphasized the word “wife.”

“This isn’t over, Tom.”

“It never is. Bye.”

More clattering and another cry. “Tom!”

Tom rushed into the kitchen to find Molly perched on top of the kitchen counter, reaching high into a cabinet.

“Why is everything so high in here?”

Tom chuckled and reached around her, pressing his torso against her back. Molly jumped for a moment at the touch.

“I’m not used to sharing my space. I’m six two, I put things where I can reach them. What are you grabbing?”

“The roasting pan.”

Tom pulled it down and placed it on the counter. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it.

“Thank you. Well, I am five six, so unless you want me climbing counters for the next year, we need to rearrange some things.”

“But you’re so cute climbing around like a little monkey.”

Molly frowned. “Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so, then try again.”

Tom opened his mouth and closed it. “I’ll pull things down after dinner.”

“Thank you.” She rubbed his arm. “Now to try my hand at a roast dinner. Did you get stuff done?”

His phone buzzed again.

“I called my publicist. The pictures posted.” Tom pulled out his phone to shut it off.

“Oh good. So I take it, I had the desired effect.” Molly crunched on a carrot and offered one to Tom, who wrinkled his nose.

The two of you. My office 8 a.m. tomorrow. No excuses. I want to meet the blushing bride.

Tom frowned at the screen.

“It would appear so. I suggest you go to bed early because you are meeting Luke, my publicist tomorrow.”

Molly’s mouth fell open. “Should I be worried?”

Tom smiled at her. “No, I should be.”

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“It’s really coming down, isn’t it?” Cangse asks, her eyes looking up at the tin roof that hangs over the train station, as if she could see through it and watch as the building gets pelted with rain without letting it touch her or the bag that’s starting to dig into her shoulders. The weight of it is welcome and familiar, it no longer burns and itches like it had after she’d first left her mother’s house.

The old woman who’d been standing next to Cangse for the last two stops only smiles and shakes her head, “This is a winter rain still, my dear, you haven’t seen a rainy day in Yunmeng until you’ve been here in the spring.” Bringing one finger up to her nose to try and brush warmth back into it, Cangse wants to ask the woman what the difference between a winter and a spring rain was, but she doesn’t get the chance.

The headlights of something bulky and black sweep over Cangse and the old woman, making them squint, even as Yu Ziyuan sucks on a lemon in the driver’s seat, both hands gripping the steering wheel. They needed her there, but it would be a cold day in hell before Yu Ziyuan would be happy about it. Cangse doesn’t dare dim the smile on her face as she waves and turns back to the woman standing beside her.

“Popo, are you going to be alright by yourself?” Cangse does her best not to bend to speak to the old woman, but it’s hard, the woman is short, and Cangse worries about the woman hurting herself to look up at her. Rain and cold were supposed to hurt old bones, weren’t they? “My friend could give you a ride if you want.”

Calling Yu Ziyuan a friend was a stretch when she was already honking the horn, the sound of it blaring, but the old woman only smiles and shakes her head, her hands gripping her bag tightly. “My son will be here soon, you go on. Your friend doesn’t seem like the patient type.” For one moment longer, Cangse and the old woman share a conspirator’s smile, trying to drag another round of honking out of Yu Ziyuan, but then Cangse is being nudged down the steps.

“Are you wearing bell bottoms?” Cangse hadn’t expected to be helped with her bags, but the sight of Yu Ziyuan’s bell bottoms more than makes up for it, the grin spreads across Cangse’s face before she can stop it, the rain is still pelting her back, and Yu Ziyuan is still frowning up at her, though she shuffles further against her side of the car, the heel of her boot catching against the car’s floor.

“Shut the door! It’s freezing out!” Yu Ziyuan demands, though she looks no less like a ruffled cat when Cangse does as she’s told, the car shaking and bouncing as she gets settled into her seat, tracking in mud that neither of them mention. Cangse would get used to the mud, she would have time.

The car starts and Yu Ziyuan reaches into her bag with one hand, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, her foot still heavy on the brake. She must feel Cangse looking at her, because Yu Ziyuan looks back, the cigarette between two fingers, “Did your mother not tell you what mine did? It’s fine to smoke, but only in the car.” It’s the driest thing between either of them, but Cangse knows a joke when she hears one, and she doesn’t stop herself from snorting, even as she cracks the window, just enough to let the smoke out and to keep the warmth in. Cangse doesn’t blame Yu Ziyuan for smoking, not since Jiang Yanli’s health had started its downward tick, but it still almost makes her cough, and it still makes her eyes burn.

“I thought you and Jiang Fengmian would have sent Wei Changze after me.” Wei Changze would have been happier to see her, but he would have insisted on helping Cangse with her bags, and Cangse would have had to thank him, but not in the same way she would have thanked Yu Ziyuan, had she offered.

Finally, Yu Ziyuan takes her foot off the brake and they start rolling down the gentle slope of the hill, picking up speed when she finally presses on the gas, the cigarette still held between two fingers. Those fingers are no longer near Yu Ziyuan’s mouth, though. “Wei Changze had to drive A-Li and her father to a doctor’s appointment.” The phrase “A-Li and her father” raises Cangse’s eyebrows, the meaning behind it clear. They were fighting again. She’d seen it during their courtship, during their engagement, even on their wedding day. Or, at least, she’d seen some of their fighting on their wedding day. Wei Changze had carefully pulled her away from that, keeping her hands held tight in both of his.

Cangse sees the smile on her own face in the window’s reflection, but she can’t see the old woman on the train platform anymore, but she doesn’t see another pair of headlights behind Yu Ziyuan’s car, either. She must have gone inside of the office, she’d only stepped out to keep Cangse company after all, hadn’t she?

The woman had been there, and she’d gone inside the station office, where it was warmer and drier, to wait for her son.

“Fengmian wants another baby.” Yu Ziyuan says it suddenly but steadily, the train station behind them growing smaller and smaller in the rearview, the cigarette between her fingers is already halfway burnt. Cangse presses her lips together, but she isn’t surprised. Jiang Yanli was almost five, she was almost five and already needed delicate handling. Jiang Fengmian would want someone he could play with. It still sets Cangse’s teeth on edge.

“What do you want?”

Cangse doesn’t ask the question lightly, nor does she ask it to be cruel, but Yu Ziyuan’s cigarette is almost completely ash by now, only a sliver of white left to see before she stubs it out quickly. Some of the ash blows onto the denim of Cangse’s jacket, but she won’t begrudge Yu Ziyuan for it.

“I think,” Yu Ziyuan starts and stops, loosening her grip on the steering wheel, “I think I’d like a boy.”

“He fucking didn’t.” Wen Qing’s voice rings out across the dining room, a coffee cup still held in one of her hands, but Meng Yao doesn’t turn to look at her. The spoon in his hand is too heavy, but he still plays with it, even as Jiang Yanli stands up from where she lingers just inside his line of sight. She’d been lingering like that, since Saturday evening had dripped into Sunday morning like ink, and Meng Yao had pretended that he hadn’t heard Wen Qing tell Jiang Yanli that the bruises on his neck looked self-inflicted.

They weren’t, Jiang Yanli knew that, though she hadn’t said it. It went unsaid that there was no point, but Meng Yao knew that the bruises that had been there, even though they’re fading into nonexistence. He’d hoped… he’d wanted them to be gone by the time Lan Xichen got back, so he wouldn’t have to explain, but his hand still strays up towards his neck, trying to feel for swelling that went down. Jiang Yanli and her constant, too cold, ice pack had seen to that.

“I’m not pulling him out when he gets stuck in the mud again, my whole front end almost came off the last time.” With sleep heavy eyes, Meng Yao can see Jiang Yanli’s hand on the small of Wen Qing’s back, neither of them backing away from the window. They don’t have to worry about being seen, both Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan were already in town, taking care of their own businesses. They rarely came home for lunch. Jiang Yanli had told him that when she’d stepped into his office, refusing to let Meng Yao take his lunch there. Jiang Yanli had gotten stubborn about leaving Meng Yao alone. She’d left his office door open, and lingered like a ghost dressed in blues, and purples, and the occasional yellow or green, or she’d kept him from leaving to the loneliness of his own room.

She’d almost driven him crazy, but he’d been grateful for it. Meng Yao had been grateful for every interruption and every excuse she’d given just to keep him from being alone.

It still hadn’t stopped the nightmares, nor had it stopped the sleepless hours that came in between, but Meng Yao is grateful for every measure Jiang Yanli had gone to. He’d done his best to swallow it all down, but even Yu Ziyuan had called him out for the dark bags under his eyes and the way he’d only picked at his breakfast.

His work still hadn’t suffered because of it, Meng Yao had made sure of that.

“A-Yao,” Jiang Yanli’s voice is as gentle as the hand she puts on his shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts and making Meng Yao look up at her. He wants to shield his eyes from the brightness that spreads across Jiang Yanli’s face, “You’ll come to the door with us, won’t you? Xichen is back, and he’ll want to see you first, I’m sure of it.” There’s insistence in Jiang Yanli’s voice, her smile wide and bright enough to make Meng Yao think to shield his face from it.

It takes him a moment too long to realize what she’s said, but when he does, Meng Yao is letting the spoon clatter into the bowl as he stands. He doesn’t care if Wen Qing turns to glare at him, he hasn’t cared about that since Saturday evening, but he somehow cares even less now.

Meng Yao can’t help but glance out the window as he walks by, his eyes falling on something light gray and shiny, and tragically just low enough to get caught in the worst of the mud if a storm were to come and swallow them up. Wen Qing’s words make sense now, even if Meng Yao had only been half listening to them. The three of them walk to the front door together, but Jiang Yanli allows Meng Yao to lead, trailing behind with Wen Qing as Lan Xichen beats them to the door, his bag hanging heavy on his shoulder and his keys still jingling in his hand.

Something makes Meng Yao stop short, his throat going tight and the light bruises around it suddenly burning again, as if they were fresh. His hand twitches, but Meng Yao won’t let himself reach up and press his fingers to them, he’d done enough of that when he’d looked into his own reflection, wary of any sudden change that might happen.

Can Lan Xichen see them? Would he have any idea that they had been there? If he doesn’t, Meng Yao won’t tell him, he couldn’t and wouldn’t put that weight on Lan Xichen’s shoulders. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he did, and he couldn’t expect Lan Xichen to either, no matter how much he might want to.

But there’s already a hand pressed against his cheek, a thumb already stroking just underneath Meng Yao’s eye, soft enough that he can’t choke down the pull he feels to wrap his hand around Lan Xichen’s wrist. His own thumb strokes over the rounded bone of Lan Xichen’s wrist. If they hadn’t had an audience, Meng Yao might have pressed a kiss to Lan Xichen’s palm, but he’s too aware of Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli standing at his back, pretending that they don’t see the two of them, just like Meng Yao pretends not to see the two of them in their spare, stolen moments.

“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen starts, a gentle smile spreading across his face, but Meng Yao feels no need to shield his eyes from it. His other hand twitches, wanting to reach up and hold Lan Xichen’s face in return, but the chance is taken away by the sounds of two people bounding down the stairs from where they’d been doing who knows what for how long, only coming down to cut Lan Xichen’s words before they’d even fully formed.

Meng Yao has no energy left to be angry at them for it, nor does he stop Lan Xichen’s hand from slipping away from his face, though their fingers still linger, still clinging to each other by the tips. Something so small shouldn’t settle all the ruffled parts of Meng Yao, but it does. Touching Lan Xichen soothes the frayed ends and soothes the bruises that still burn at Meng Yao’s throat, whether Lan Xichen can see them or not.

It’s easier to follow the group of them to the kitchen this time, to watch as Lan Xichen drinks water from a tall glass that Jiang Yanli gets for him, to watch him lean against the counter, to participate in the flurry of conversation that comes when Lan Xichen returns, a glass of water held in his own hand.

This is a routine that Meng Yao had seen before, but he hadn’t allowed himself to be part of it. He’d tried to stay out of it, and he’d tried hard, but now Meng Yao doesn’t have to force himself to remember Lan Xichen’s name, nor does he feel the prickle of being someone new somewhere old.

He doesn’t stop himself from listing, just a little, after the others leave him alone in the kitchen with Lan Xichen, all the frayed, ruffled, and now soothed parts of him dragging him downwards, until his forehead meets Lan Xichen’s shoulder and fingers press into Meng Yao’s cheek.

“Yanli called me, you know,” Lan Xichen starts gently, stroking the apple of Meng Yao’s cheek with just the tips of his fingers, “she told me what happened.” Meng Yao squeezes his eyes shut. He hadn’t imagined that Jiang Yanli would have told on him, but he might have known that she would, if she’d been pressed. “Let me see?” Lan Xichen asks, and Meng Yao starts. The prickly feeling comes back into his stomach and he hesitates for a moment too long, swallowing thickly. “I won’t make you, A-Yao, but I was worried, I thought…” Lan Xichen doesn’t finish, Meng Yao won’t make him.

Slowly, achingly slowly, Meng Yao makes himself tilt his head back, exposing what remains of the bruises and letting Lan Xichen bend down just a little to look at them. His thumbs press into the sides of Meng Yao’s throat, and he closes his eyes, his own hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He won’t allow himself to push Lan Xichen away, he would let him be kind.

Lan Xichen deserves to be kind, if he wants to.

“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen whispers, leaning in closer and pressing a kiss to either side of Meng Yao’s neck, “what got ahold of you?” Lan Xichen isn’t looking for an answer, Meng Yao knows, but the words stick in his throat like bones.

Meng Yao doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels both of Lan Xichen’s hands on his cheeks, his lips on his forehead. There isn’t a breath of space left between them, and Meng Yao finally lets himself set his hands onto Lan Xichen’s hips, asking him to stay close without a word. “I should have been here, I could have…”

“Xichen,” Meng Yao tries to speak, but his voice is already muffled against Lan Xichen’s chest as he’s pulled close and bone crushingly tight. What could he have done? Would he have gone out into the woods and returned with nothing, just like the police had? Would he have tried to open the door from the hall, and would he have gotten the same result that Meng Yao had? Meng Yao presses his face into Lan Xichen’s chest and breathes hard, trying to shake the cold memory of that room off of his skin still.

“A-Huan.” Lan Xichen reminds him softly, fingers stroking gently through his hair now, though his voice is no less serious, “When we’re alone, I’m A-Huan, remember?” Meng Yao nods, but doesn’t dare raise his face from Lan Xichen’s chest, not when Lan Xichen’s whole body is still so comfortingly warm around him, driving whatever miniscule amount of wakefulness away, and making Meng Yao sleepier by the second.

“A-Huan, I missed you.” Meng Yao allows himself to say it finally, no matter how muffled his voice is in Lan Xichen’s oversized sweater. The words twist a wary laugh out of Lan Xichen, the sound of it comforting against the top of Meng Yao’s head.

“I didn’t get around to grading any of the boys’ work that I said I would, that’s how much I missed you.” It pulls at something in Meng Yao’s chest to hear that, his arms sliding up to curl around Lan Xichen’s neck, though he’s almost too short for it. “I would start to, but then I would think about you, and I would think about how you would already have all of this done. I would try again, but the same thing kept happening.”

Despite everything, Meng Yao hears himself chuckle, the point of his chin pressing into the center of Lan Xichen’s chest. For a moment, there’s only quiet and the two of them, clinging to each other like no one else could walk into the kitchen and see them, but then Lan Xichen is speaking again, the sound of him quieter now than it had been before, “I thought we could sneak away a little bit later, that’s why I brought the car. There’s a place down by the cove, Yanli told me how to get there once.”

“You’d take me there?” Meng Yao has to ask, but the words are brittle. Even if Lan Xichen didn’t know how to get there, Meng Yao remembered the walk to the cove well, when he was younger, couples went there for bragging rights, but Meng Yao had never been lured there by some high school boyfriend’s siren call, not once.

“I would.” Lan Xichen answers, pulling away, though only far enough to look into Meng Yao’s eyes before he kisses him, soft and sweet, and far, far too quickly. “Yanli says it’s prettier at night, but I thought we might catch the sunset.”

If Jiang Yanli had gone to the cove… Meng Yao silences that thought with a tiny shake of his head. He wouldn’t think about what Jiang Yanli had done with anyone at the cove, be it Wen Qing or anyone else.

If Lan Xichen took him there, it would be their cove. Theirs and no one else’s.

“Alright.”

#the untamed #mdzs #mdzs fic #xiyao #untamed fic #jin guangyao #lan xichen #cangse sanren #yu ziyuan #meng yao #lan huan #jgy #lxc #madam yu #this chapter is a day early but who cares #its been two chapters of horror so i think im allowed a little fluff

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hetalia-reacts · 3 years

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Husband Allies headcanons please

America

honestly, the biggest change that happens from bf to husband is that he calls you his wife/husband all the time

like "oh hello stranger have you met my wife/husband?" "how's my lovely husband/wife?"

please maybe do the classic spouse things like tying his tie for him or giving him a goodbye kiss before work/meetings it would make his whole day

and expect him to do that for you if you somehow have to leave before he does

if you work please expect him to send you gifts like bouquets of flowers or those edible bouquets that say 'from your loving and heroic husband~'

if you're a house spouse still expect the bouquets, but at a grander scale since he doesn't have to worry about you struggling to carry or drive them home

literally sweeps you off your feet every day

he just likes to hold you

please expect a minimum of one (1) 'I love you' every single day even if you two are fighting

England

Maybe a bit sad but even after a long while he's still surprised you said yes to marrying him

Arthur makes you tea every morning either before he leaves for work or before you do (or he'll make you some coffee if you prefer but he really doesn't understand how you like it)

honestly really loves it if you were to openly flaunt that you were married to him

like confidently showing off your ring or offhandedly mentioning that he was your husband in conversations with strangers

it plays on repeat in his mind randomly, gives him a big ol' burst of serotonin

please cook for him, he literally cannot, and even though it kills him to admit it even to you, he'd rather bite the bullet and be able to eat good food

cooking dates perhaps?

fighting is nearly non-existent but when it does happen it depends on who's right

if he is, he won't apologize, he won't hold a grudge against you for not apologizing, but no apology is leaving him

if he's in the wrong please believe he will be awkwardly but sincerely apologizing to you

France

my oh my one of the best husbands you could ask for honestly

he's showy by nature so expect the same treatment Alfred gave but take it up a notch and make it sound more mature

Always quick to show you off as his wife/husband

if you show him off?

it's OVER for him

it makes him so giddy and uncharacteristically blushy

no matter if you're good at cooking he'll always cook for you, especially if it's dinner

Francis would be really appreciative if you made breakfast tho as he enjoys his beauty sleep and also likes a good breakfast

you will be pampered more so than when he was simply your boyfriend

want a dress? a suit? a game? a dog?? Say no more, it's yours

fighting?? In this household?

jk it happens but it's never serious

it's always him trying to be melodramatic and be an actor

Russia

do I hear a runner-up for one of the best husbands to exist?

while he's not going to show you off by telling people, he will tell them in more subtle and maybe not so subtle ways

like kissing your hand in a way that shows off your ring or holding your hand randomly while talking with others so they'll maybe notice the ring

he wants to be showy but he doesn't want to be too showy or too obvious about it ya know?

show him off and prepare to see Ivan embarrassed and flattered that you wanted to show him off

I feel like he sleeps like the dead and while he isn't grumpy in the morning, Ivan does not want to get up especially if you are still sleeping and cuddling with him

he would also enjoy it if you did classic spouse things

please fix his scarf or his hair before he leaves and kiss him goodbye

pack him lunch too maybe uwu

all I can think of is back hugs where he just rests his head in the crook of your neck and thanks you for marrying him in a super soft and emotional moment

like he genuinely never thought this would be in his future and he sometimes can't believe someone came to love him enough to accept a life long commitment

fighting is never, like seriously

for you he is soft and he doesn't want a fight, he just wants to talk it out without any yelling or storming away

China

never tries to contain his enthusiasm towards being married to you

always tells people he is married, it's just a natural part of his introduction now

lowkey offended if you don't do the same to some extent

if you are a house spouse good luck because Yao is stealing your lively hood

he's already gone shopping, did the laundry, made breakfast and packed lunch, and cleaned the house

like he leaves you nothing to do at home

if you aren't a house spouse well then you basically have a househusband

your lunch is ready, breakfast is served, you aren't leaving until he looks you over, and you best not even t h i n k of leaving without a kiss because you will be hunted down and smooched

fighting is semi often though usually never heated or serious

when it is serious, he would like an apology if he was in the right because while he tries not to hold a grudge it ends up happening just a little bit

if he's in the wrong he apologizes sincerely and honestly while presenting you with some tasty Chinese food as a kind of peace offering

Canada

up there for the best and most affectionate husbands

he's not very showy unfortunately even though he would love to be but more often than not nobody notices him so he never gets the chance

though you on the other hand

if you were to show him off and get him noticed he'd be very appreciative and blushy because wow, you really loved him enough to marry him AND tell others who he is

he's a simple man what can I say

never even worry about breakfast, Matthew has this in the bag

he makes whatever you want if you request it, but if not his default is pancakes, that good Candian maple syrup, eggs, bacon, and biscuits plus whatever it is you fancy to drink in the mornings

maybe even meal preps/makes lunch for you?

he sends you gifts during the day occasionally

simple things like a small bouquet of flowers and a card or a stuffed animal he may have seen while he was out and about

morning routine is kisses before either of you leaves

why do I feel he has one of those rubber rings for the both of you so neither of you loses or get your real rings dirty during work or outside activites

no fights happen, I'm sorry but there is nothing to fight about, not even playfully because he would just let you win

haha unless you wanted to fight about which hockey team was better or play him, in which case it's your loss always

I am so sorry this took so long, my brain just refused to offer any thoughts for like 2 hours while I was trying to write this and I couldn't move on until I finished this

#aph france #aph america #aph england #aph canada #aph russia #aph china #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia reactions #hetalia scenarios #hws america #hws england #hws canada #hws russia #hws france #hws china

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thunderthighs77 · 3 years

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Tendou and Semi Cuckold Part 1

**Part 2** IF THE LINK DOES NOT WORK, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. PART 2 CAN BE FOUND ON MY PAGE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY

CW/TW for Pt. 1: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of weed, cursing, vaginal play, smoking weed.

Y/N comes home from college to her bf’s house. He’s rooming with Semi, who’s always had eyes for Y/N. That doesn’t bother Tendou. In fact, it excites him...

(Basically, Tendou is lead dom here)

CW/TW for BOTH PARTS: Fem Reader x Tendou + Semi, spit roast (tag team), double penetration, voyeurism, exhibitionism, vaginal/anal play, shotgunning, (smoke), oral sex (giving), mentions of weed, cursing, pussy rubbing?, whining, creampie, praise/degradation kink.

18+ MINORS DNI

You were so fed up with midterms. 5 exams this week. 5 e x a m s. You just wanted to go home and get away from this fucking campus. You left your class and checked back into your dorm to empty out your book bag of notebooks onto the floor.

You pack a few clothes and your wallet. Your roommate had left for the weekend to her girlfriend’s house and so, you locked the door and left. You took the 11 up west to where you lived and walked home with your headphones on.

You stopped in front of a mini market and figured your parents hadn’t cooked dinner since they worked nights. It was already evening time, so you decided “what the hell.” You walked in and walked out with some instant ramen, a bag of jerky, and a Reeses, Tendou’s favorite candy.

Speak of the devil, your phone buzzed. It was Tendou asking if your midterms went well.

“They were fine. Thanks for asking, babe. I’m home rn” You typed as you bit a chunk out of the piece of meat.

“Ooo. Want me to pick you up tonight?”, he texted.

You were really close to home. The market was just down the street. As you made it to your front gate, you saw a note at the front that said, “Gone for the weekend. Say hi to Tendou from us if you decide to stay over.”

“Say less!” You shout happily.

“No, I’m heading over rn,” you type quickly. Tendou was also nearby your house. You walked down the quiet neighborhood as you ate your jerky and listened to your vaporwave. It was rarely a nice day in March; a good 68 degrees. Odd in the early spring where you lived, but a nice change from the dreadful winter you had suffered during the fall semester.

You knocked at the front door and was greeted by a tall blonde face you recognized from your boyfriend’s high school volleyball team. He has on some black sweats and a white tank. He opened the door while his head was turned to the side, completely focused on the volleyball game on t.v. “Hey, Y/N,” he said as he just turned his head for a second before it swung back the side to focus on the t.v. He stepped aside as you walked past him.

You walked in to the faint smell of weed, smoked probably a few hours ago. You set the grocery back down and hung your jacket at the front. The house was dark. It was 6:43 pm to be fair, the sun had almost fully disappeared. The tv’s glare and Tendou’s computer screen were the only source of light at the moment.

You walked to where Tendou was sitting. Shirtless and in some grey sweats, he was shouting in his headset. “Come on, you motherfucker! He’s right there!”, he shouted as he pointed to the computer screen at his game. He felt your warm hug around him and he looked back and leaned into your kiss.

“Hey baby,” he said. He turned back and yelled to the set again, “Come on, you dick! Oh my fucking-”

You chuckled and backed away to let him continue playing. Semi was on the couch and glued to the game on the tv. His knees were spread and you climbed over to sit down on the other side of the couch. Your passing did not faze him at all. He kept his focus on the game. “Yes!”, Semi shouted as the whistle blew on the tv. It was some random college game. You sighed and scrolled through your phone.

The coffee table in front of the tv was messy. An ashtray of burnt out cigarettes and blunts, leaves of weed sprinkled throughout, and empty beer and redbull cans. Keys, wallets, a few bills here and there, and a charging PS4 controller.

You shut off your phone and asked. “Can we order some takeout?” You figure the 2 packets of ramen weren’t enough to feed all three of you, and you knew Tendou nor Semi couldn't cook, or even have food in the fridge, except for drinks and the occasional condiment or two.

Tendou sighed in relief at the screen as “YOU WON” appeared in green and he took his headset. “Sure, babe,” he said as he held the power button to shut off the computer. “Semi, do you mind takeout?”, Tendou asked. Semi shook his head no. You walk over to the kitchen and try to find a menu. “That place over on 5th is really good,” you shout back to them.

You get no response as you burrow through Tendou’s messy kitchen drawers. You can’t find any takeout menu as you look through them. “Babe?”, you call out. “What?”, Tendou calls out from the living room. “Where are the take out menus? They’re not in the kitchen.”

“Check the bedroom, hun,” Tendou said. You swish your lips as your stomach growls. That jerky wasn't enough to hold you. You hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Exams ran through your lunch period so you were starved the whole day. You look through Tendou’s room and into his closet to find a pile of menus. “What the hell are these doing here?”, you ask yourself.

You get a pile of your favorite restaurants’ takeout menus and flip through them, trying to find your favorite one. Suddenly, you felt a finger slide right between your folds and you yelp. Tendou wrapped his elbow right on top of your breasts and held you in a choke hold. He continued to slide his finger in between your folds on the outskirts of your tights, and then two fingers.

You bite your lips and roll your eyes back. Tendou chuckles and sinks his kisses right under your ear. You close your thighs, tightening his fingers and making him rub your clit more. You bend your knees and grind against his groin, him following the motion and grinding back with you.

It has been 3 months without sex since winter break. No orgasm whatsoever. You couldn’t even touch yourself in the dorms. Senior year was brutal with classes and internships. You were just exhausted and starved. Tendou let go of his chokehold and cupped one of your breasts. “Jesusss,” he hissed and he kissed your cheeks and squeezed it.

“Tendou,” you let out in a breathy moan. “We gotta...eat…” You could barely form a sentence. “I missed you so much, baby,” Tendou says in your ear. His fingers are going ham in between your folds. He stops and pulls you by your arm and pins them behind your back with one hand while he bends you over the dresser. Your tights were thin, and therefore, made your pussy easy access.

Tendou took his index, middle, and ring fingers and rubbed your pussy from the back. You let out a few tiny moans and close your eyes at the feeling. You quiver and throw your head back.

“Where is my charger?” Semi asked himself as he looked around the outlets in the living room. “Ah shit!” He realized it’s in Tendou’s bedroom since he needed it last night. Semi walked over only to stop at the door. It was slightly cracked open and he heard moans. He figured you and Tendou needed some alone time.

Semi turned away and wanted to wait until you two were finished. “Ahhh fuuuck!”, you shouted in such a pretty whine. Semi paused in his steps. He looked to the side and sighed. “Just a peek,” he told himself. He turned back and looked into the door. The tent in his pants was pitched just from your moan.

Lord, were you a sight. He knew you were his best friend’s girl...but damn...you can’t blame him. You were just his type, and you were always over during winter break. He could hear your moans all the time. And he didn’t mind. You were fun to listen to. He always jerked off to your moans at night. And whenever he had sex with his one night stands, your vision was what he saw sometimes. It haunted him. He felt so guilty being Tendou’s friend knowing he had such thoughts.

“HAHAHAHA!” Tendou let out a belly laugh as he threw his head back when Semi opened up to his best friend about his guilty conscience. Tendou took an inhale of his blunt and blew it out with another slight chuckle and a sigh. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious, man. I feel awful. And I’m so sorry,” Semi said sentimentally. Tendou shook his head and smiled.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Tendou asked. Semi made a confused face. Tendou smiled and scratched his forehead with his blunt still in his hand. “You see….” he began as he leaned in. “I like to...how do I say this…” he paused as he began to think his words carefully.

“I know my girl is hot, Semi. I know guys look at her all the time. I don’t worry, though. In fact, it’s kind of hot to think everyone wants her, but only I get to have her.” Tendou wasn’t wrong. Every event you came to for their high school, like a volleyball meet or an elegant sports dinner, a lot of guys were over you. Not to mention, Tendou always asked for you to wear tight cocktail dresses or ones that showed off your tits or ass a little. He got off on guys eyeing you as you walked in.

He watched from a distance as guys would ask you, “Can I buy you a drink?” “Can I hold your coat?” “Can I get your number?” Nothing dangerous or unwelcomed, of course. Both you and Tendou liked the attention. And Tendou was always there to make sure everything went well, as he swooped you in last minute and gave you a deep kiss in front of all the guys, making them sigh in despair as they knew you were taken.

Tendou smiled as he watched Semi’s mouth gaped in confusion. “I still don’t get it. You’re not mad at me?” Tendou shook his head as he inhaled his blunt. Semi began to stutter; “But...but...but I imagine Y/n-”

“Don’t you get it?”, Tendou said as he cut him off and leaned in. “It turns me on, Semi. I get hard thinking someone likes Y/n.” Smoke escaped Tendou’s nostrils as he smirked. Semi backed away, almost disgusted.

“How?”, he asked, horrified. Tendou leaned back into his chair and shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just hot. I know she’ll always be mine. But, I always had a fetish of her fucking someone in front of me. Or at least a threesome, you know? What’s that shit called?”

“Cuckolding?”, Semi asked. “That’s it!”, Tendou shouted joyfully at Semi recalling the word he forgot.

Semi shook his head at the past conversation he had with Tendou. He was leaking pre cum from his pants as he watched you quiver at Tendou’s hands. “Se-Semiiii!“, you let out whined. “Ah fuck,” Semi whispers as he grabs his hardened crotch.

“What’s that, baby?”, Tendou asked as he leaned in your ear. “Se-Semi might hear,” you whine as you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes at Tendou’s pace. Tendou smirks and looks up in the mirror and at the doorway. He sees a figure moving in the lit hallway. He forms a cheshire grin.

Semi freezes in fear, but then realizes Tendou is probably loving this. Tendou smiles in the mirror while glaring at Semi and rubs your pussy faster. You quiver and release yourself from Tendou’s grasp and grip the sides of the dresser. Your head is pressed down by Tendou’s hand and you tremble from your orgasm creeping on you.

You beg and ask for permission. “Oh god! Pleaseeee! Please, sir! Please!” Semi is pulling on his crotch outside the door, thanking Tendou telepathically for leaving a slight crack in the door to peek at this show. Semi was full on hard, and he whipped his cock out and stroked it as he watched you melt in Tendou’s hands.

Tendou suddenly pulled away at your dismay. “Fuck!”, you yell out. “No,” Tendou said sternly as he smiled. Semi realized Tendou had just edged the both of you. Tendou’s fingers were pruned, and a bit sticky from your wet pussy. Your juices had leaked through your thin panties and tights, and onto his fingers. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and caught a whiff of your heat he had just violated.

You slide down to the floor and breathe heavily. Your clit was pulsating, beating rapidly, like a heartbeat. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed red. Tendou knelt down to your height and kissed you. “Nice to have you home, baby.” You smile and let out sighs before you see a shadow move in the hallway. You gasp as Semi suddenly disappears. Tendou looks back and smiles. He stands back over you and lends a hand to help you stand up.

“The menu was on top of the fridge, baby. “ You smiled gently as you exited the bedroom first and entered the hallway into the living room. Semi was on the couch with a pillow on his lap and scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Tendou was on the phone while you sat down next to Semi. You looked over at his flushed face. How cute.

#tendou smut #tendou #tendou x reader #semi x reader #semi haikyuu #hq tendou #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #tendou x y/n

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 3 years

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Hey darling, i was wondering if i can have a request with ron weasley x reader. They start 7th year, the first morning of class she is getting ready with the girls (Hermione and ginny are her roomates) and she realized she packed her 5th year skirt and not the new one, she wears it anyways but its a little too short like to the mid thigh, the boys are always whistlering at her, looking at her legs and throwing "compliments". Ron doesn't like it, it makes him a little insecure but she reminds him she only loves him and she is only him's

I loveeee this concepttt, and I hope you like it<3

Promise?

Pairings : fem!reader x Jealous!RonWeasely

Warnings : Language, jealous Ron, catcalls, unprotected sex, oral (m.), classroom quickie, not proof read

Word count : something over 4K

You were totally going to flip out.

You spent so long making sure you had everything packed for the semester and here you were. It was frustrating to you, how could you miss this? This skirt was a size and a half too small, the most you moved the wrong way your whole asscheek would've been on the newsletters front page.

"It doesn't look that bad, it's wearable." Ginny stated, genuinely not finding a problem in you skirt as she brush through her red locks. "Besides you definitely have the legs for it." She tried to cheer you up as you stared at yourself in the body length mirror.

It's was your first day of year 7 and you were already off to a bad start. You wore this exact skirt on this exact day 2 years ago. You had grown since then, you were no longer a child, yet somehow you still managed to squeeze yourself right into this god awful skirt. It stopped down right at your mid thigh, and to say this was out of your comfort zones would be an understatement. You were on the verge of just deciding not to show up for classes today. Though you knew Hermione was never going to let that actually happen.

"You think I'd get away with it?" You pouted, and both of the girls nodded.

"You look like some of the muggle girls I see back home. They have interesting taste, personally I'd never pull it off, but you do, very well." Hermione spoke in hopes to cheer you up.

It didn't work very well.

"And if anyone asks just say you're making a fashion statement." Gin spoke, sending the idea through your head for only moment before you shook it out.

"No one makes fashion statements at Hogwarts... it's basically forbidden." You whined, stomping your foot on the ground.

"Says who?"

"It's an unspoken rule amongst like... everyone." You sighed in response.

Ginny rolled her eyes, standing from the edge of her bed. It was time to head for breakfast and meet up with the boys. You've been rambling about this since you got back to campus. You had yet to see Ronald, and you were overly ecstatic to see his beautiful face yet again. He and Harry sent you letters all summer long but you were busy doing things back in your hometown. You wanted to sneak out last night, but the two of you agreed on the morning. Besides, most of your classes were together, including your off period meaning you too got to do whatever you pleased for a whole hour. What's not exciting about that?!

"We have to get going soon, y/n. I'm hungry, and Hermione is halfway out the door already." Ginny spoke, grabbing you bag from off the floor as well. "No one is going to notice, you look fine." She reassured you. "And if anyone says anything about my sister-in-law we will be having some words." She smiled sweetly making your cheeks hot.

"Me and Ron aren't even married." You fought back you smiled as you took your bag from the girl. She was basically like the little sister you've always wanted. "And after today I might die of embarrassment, so we never will be."

"I think you look great. Now. Can we go?" Hermione stood, ready to start her day.

"Ugh, fine." You groan, both of the girls smiling widely at you. "But I'm only giving myself until 3 class before I started sobbing." You sighed as Hermione took your hand in hers. Leading you to the door.

"Please, you won't make it past snap me if he sees you in the hallway." Ginny scoffed, your eyes widening as you realized she was right.

"What if he dress codes me? Or all the teachers think I'm a whore? Oh god, I'm going to get kicked out-"

"Y/N! You're skirts not even that short, and I was talking about you holding in tears!" Ginny sighed, closing the room down behind the 3 of you.

You couldn't help it, you were on a rollercoaster of emotions up all the way to the dining hall. That's where the lot of your friends stood in the halls catching up and sending you sweet smiles and took you how good you looked. You're cheeks were burning hot, and the compliment made you want to curl up into a ball.

"Look, there they are!" Hermione spoke, pointing to the two boys, already digging into the food on their plates. You noticed the extra cup of juice and muffin on Ron's plate, he saved it just for you, knowing how uneasy your stomach is in the mornings.

A bright smile formed on your face as you began making your way towards your boyfriend. Your smile slowly faded as loud group of ravenclaw boys in the corner of the cafeteria sent loud whistle noises through the air. Your eyes went to them immediately before you noticed their sights set on you. Ron's head turned slowly too, not very interested in whatever poor girl they were harassing until his gaze was set on you.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. You looked beautiful, as you always did. You were walking with that smile you do when your uncomfortable, and your finger freshly manicured fingers gripping the strap of your book bag. You were dressed in your regular uniform, except when you scanned you over his eyes got stuck on the length of your legs. They were nice, they looked warm, and comfortable. He's see your legs before though, he's seen each of your boys part very close and intimately before but, now everyone was seeing what was usually reserved for his eyes only.

"People are staring." You mumbled.

"Let's just get to the table so they have nothing to stare at." Hermione spoke and you nodded.

"Nice skirt, Y/L/N!" A voice called out from somewhere in the cafeteria.

You ignored the comment, heading straight for your boyfriend who stood quickly from his seat at the table to greet you.

You're smile returned as you approached, neither of you waiting too long to wrap up in each other's arms. You threw your arms over his shoulder, his cinnamony scent taking over you nostrils almost instantly. His arms wrapped around you waist, gripping you tightly as he soaked in your presence. You felt your body release all tension it held and for a brief moment in time you forgot all about-

"Hey y/n," you're attention broke away from the warmth of Ron's body sinking into yours to the tall brunette with a bright smile on his face. "There's a party in the commons later, you should drop by." He spoke, eyes falling down your body, taking their sweet time in returning back to your face.

"Oh uhm, sure thing Cedric." You spoke, pulling away from you're red headed boyfriend.

"You guys can come too if you want." He spoke looking at the rest of your friends. "Can't wait to hear all about your summer, y/n." He spoke to you, sending a wink before waving goodbye.

You and Cedric had a few classes together, but you were never super close friends. Definitely not close enough to be inviting each other to party's.

"Since when are you Cedric best friends?" Your boyfriend asked noticing the way Cedric totally checked you out and how you didn't even notice.

"We're not. He was just being friendly." You shrugged it off, not seeing much more too it. You sent your boyfriend a sweet smile, unable to contain your happiness that you were finally reunited. "Now am I going to have to pretend that I want you to kiss me or are you going to read my mind?" You joked. Ron smiled, shaking off the weird feelings. His hands moved up to cup your face, bringing yours up to his until your lips came together. He tasted like orange juice and some type of tart berry.

"Oh young love. I love love." Lunas voices spoke breaking your kiss apart. Suddenly you pushed your boyfriend away to hug your other friend Luna. You missed her all too much this summer, seeing her again made your heart happy. "Hello." She giggled.

"It's good to see you, Luna. I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, y/n." Your friend smiled sweetly as you finally let her go, giving her space to breathe. "Bold fashion choice, really shows off your legs. You have nice legs." She commented, making your cheeks turn hot.

"Thank you, Luna." You smiled. "It wasn't really intentional, but I have to stick it out for the next few days." You explain and she nods.

"Hey y/n!" A voice called from across the cafeteria again. "Looking good!"

You smile a bit, not really sure how to respond to the comment. You haven't changed much over the summer. Maybe you grew a few centimeters, and changed your hair up a bit, but you were still the same old y/n. It was like you haven't know half of this dining hall for the past 6/7 years of you life.

"You've got to be kidding me." Ron scoffed, eyeing around the room from who the sound came from.

"Ronnie, it's whatever, let's just sit, yeah" you hummed looking the spot he had reserved to you. "Muffins, my favorite." You tried changing the subject but you could still tell how the comment made from some asshole across the way bothered him. His cheeks were glowing red and his eyes squinting a bit. His lips pressed together in a thin line as you guided him to sit back down at the breakfast table.

The day past very slowly. Teachers making snide remarks about skin, groups of girls whisper in the halls as you passed, and the occasional whistle call from a boy who just couldn't help himself.

You were invited to the same party about 4 different times today. Each times with your boyfriend present, as if he wasn't standing right there. Some 5th year even tried asking you out in front of Ron, you saved his life by not respond and just pretending you didn't hear. Ron would've ripped the kids ears off if you acknowledged the plain foolery.

"Where are you going, Ronald?" You asked as class ended. The two of you were supposed to spend your first free period of the school year together in the garden with sweets you snuck here from back home. Right now he just wanted to get out of the classroom as quickly as possible. "Ron!" You spoke louder, your steps quick in order to catch up with him.

"I heard you the first time, y/n." He turned his head to gripe. Your eyebrows furrowed together at the unnecessarily aggressive comment.

"If you didn't want to hang out with me, you could've just said. You don't have to be a dick about it." You scoffed, shaking your head even though he couldn't see your obviously hurt visual reaction.

His hand reached out for your wrist, before you could walk away. You didn't want to cause a scene in the hallway full of students rushing to be out of the halls in a jiffy. You allowed Ron to drag you along with him, until he opened up an empty class room door. He pulled you in, shut the door behind you and spelling it shut so no one would interrupt the two of you.

"You're not seriously going to that party tonight are you?" He scoffed out first, setting his bag on the ground as he turned to look at you with disappointment.

"People are expecting me there, Ron. Everyone is going!" You sighed.

"Doesn't mean you have to!"

"Is that why you're upset? A party? Bloody hell Ronald." You cursed, annoyed with the red head.

"I'm upset because guys have been flirting with you like crazy all day and you just bloody let them!" He growled as you set your own bag down. "Don't act as if you had all of these friends last year, when we both know you didn't. The only reason the want you to go is so they can stare at your ass some more!" He fired your eyes widening a bit. It made perfect sense... You rarely ever spoke to Cedric before, or half of the boys that approached you today. You took all of their friendly gestures as... friendly gestures. Pulling out seats for you, complimenting your appearance, everything, you thought they were just being kind.

"Excuse me, I don't see the worst in everyone. It's a new year, we're growing up, they were just being nice! You defend."

"To you!" He snaps.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You're arms dropped from being crossed over your chest. His mouth opened to respond before shutting again, shaking his head and muttering a quick "never mind, it's nothing". "What did you mean, Ron." You spoke seriously, honestly quite annoyed with his behavior.

"I've had to watch every boy in this school practically drool all over you since breakfast." He spoke up. You had forgotten about breakfast. "The whistles, the compliments, I even heard some Slytherin talk about winning you over at the party tonight." He sighed, explaining his anger. Was he jealous?

"But literally everyone knows I'm yours, Ronnie." You respond in a softer tone, taking a step towards him. "I've been your for almost a whole year now, The thought of not being with you hasn't even crossed my mind."

"Do you think they care, y/n?" He scoffed again. "Your hot, your smart, and you have a boyfriend, your a perfect target!" He whined.

"I'm not going to be won over by cheap pick up lines and bad booze."

"Are you sure? Because Cedric seems to think that your already begging him to sweep you off your feet. Was whispering about it all class." He pouted and you heart dropped into your stomach. "And why wouldn't you? He's good looking, sporty, funny, charming, and apparently he's a great kisser."

"I wouldn't because I don't love him. I love you. I'll always love you, I'll never love anyone the way I love you. Your good looking, smart, you can be sporty if you didn't doubt yourself every five seconds-" he rolled his eyes, attempting to turn away from you before you grabbing his hand pulling him closer to you. "Like your doing now... your hilarious to me, Ronnie. You're the most interesting person I know, and I'm pretty sure your the best kisser to ever grace this sad run down planet." You spoke, pulling him until your bodies touched, placing his hands on your waist as you looked up into his soft eyes. "I love you, Ronald."

"Do you promise?" He spoke quickly and you nodded.

"I'm going to marry you one day" A smile slowly found its way to his red face, allowing the anger and sadness to flush right through him.

"I love you, y/n. More than life itself."

"Promise?" You smiled back.

"Would I ever lie to the mother of my future children?"

You stood on your tiptoes, leaning your head up until your lips pressed against his. He still tasted like orange juice, the tart berry faded as the day went past. His hands on your waist squeezing as you arms went over his shoulders. Your lips moving against his gave him a good taste of your cherry flavored lip balm. It was a new one, last year your stuck to a watermelon flavored balm.

You hadn't even noticed the two of you were moving until he helped you hop up on one of the lab tables. Your hands moving down to unbuckle his pants as quickly as possible before he pulled apart your kiss.

"Are you sure you wanna do this here?" He asked, only because he knew you would die of embarrassment if caught by anyone. He had no problem having sex with you in here, it's not like he hadn't that about it tens of times core.

"Take me, right here." You nodded, unbuttoning his pants as you focused on one thing. "You know, I've really really missed you this past few months." Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. "I've missed you over and over and over..." you hummed, tugging his pants down enough until they weren't in your way.

"That's a lot of missing me." Ron swallowed, you fingers slipping past the waist band of his boxers pulling them down a bit before you pulled out his cock with precum already leaking from his tip.

"Mmhmm." You lost count of how many times you struggled to get yourself off without Ron. It was frustrating and made you regret not spend at least a few weeks with him and his family. "I've felt Kinda... empty." You spoke spreading your legs for him as he prepped himself.

"I could help you out with that... make you feel more... full." He offered and you nodded. His hands slipping under the skirt that was no basically showing your whole ass, pushing you black panties to the sides. You were already dripping as his fingers ran up you slit to make sure you were ready for him.

"Please Ronnie." You moaned, as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He looked to you for last second approval, you nod, pulling his body closer to yours by his tie, connecting your lips once more before he finally pushed into you. You both groaned at the sensation, he stretched you out until you felt the pleasurable burn spreading through your groin. Not stopping until your hips met and he was deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, missing the feeling of the burn he usually ensued.

He drew his hips back only a bit before slowly rocking himself into you. Your ass on the very edge of the table. Legs wrapped around his waist and he fucked into you. Lips still connected in sloppy slow sensual kisses that you dreamt about so many nights this summer. Your muffled moans filled the dead silence in the empty classroom the two of you were occupying. The sounds only encouraging his movements as his hips sped up in pace, hands down to grip your thighs to keep your legs apart for him. This wasn't the way either of you wanted to wanted to greet each other after 3 sum months, but it'd have to do.

"God, your so tight!" Ron moaned through the sloppily kisses. His voice made you clench around him once more making his hips stutter as he moved faster and harder.

"You feel so good baby."you moaned, voice in a high pitch and out of breath.

His lips moved from your to down your neck, arm wrapped around your back to keep you steady. You were trying to keep yourself quiet in case any stragglers in the halls happened to walk by. You let out tiny gasps and squeals whenever he hit a particular deep spot in your cunt that nearly drove you mad.

"F-fuck"

His hand moved from your thigh to your clit. Rubbing harsh circle on the bundle of nerves. Your jaw fell open as you tried to focus on a single point of pleasure to celebrate, with his cock hitting your g spot with every thrust and your clit sending pleasurable shocks through the rest of your body it was hard to focus on just one thing.

"M's-so cl-ose-" you choked out, unable to really forming words.

"I know, babe, cum for me, Princess." Ronald murmured, brain foggy with lust. Hips still rocking into

yours as you desperately tried to hold on for just a bit longer. It became harder to control to noises slipping past your lips. Uttering his name in your whines as he brought you over the edge, hips moving a bit slower as you clenched tightly around him, legs shaking a bit as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

“Oh fuck” you moaned, breathing heavy and hips still rocking into his.

“Almost forgot how pretty you are when you do that.” He smirks, your eyebrows furrowing a bit.

“When I do what?” You hum, he opened his mouth to respond but he just shut it back again before shaking his head.

“Nothing.” He shrugged.

“N- wait, did you..?” You peered down between the two of you.

“Uhm no, it’s fine- I don’t even have condom on me-”

“I can-”

“No, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You stated, smiling at the way it was so easy to read each other’s minds. “Really.”

“I mean... yeah, uhm okay.” He spoke, cheeks turning a bright red color. You nodded letting out a slight moan as he pulled out of you. He helped you off the table, allowing you to fix your skirt before sinking down to your knees. You looked up to him through your lashes basically causing his insides to melt at the sight.

You wasted no time in making sure he was satisfied. Your lips arm lips warming around him, tongue collecting all of your own juices as you took him further into your mouth. You let out a soft moan, sending the vibrations through his spine earning a groan from him. His mouth fell open as he felt his tip touch the back of your throat. His eyes glued on your lips as his cock disappeared in your mouth over and over. He fought the strong urge to see just how far you could take him in your pretty mouth before you couldn’t breathe.

“Bloody hell, just like that, y/n.” He moaned, hand finding its way to the back of your head, only pushing you into him gently. You didn’t mind it, you actually very often craved the way he usually took control. That ache between your legs returned, the one that usually made your mind foggy and made bad decisions seem not so bad in the long run.

The ground cold on your knees, skirt wrapped tightly around your body, boyfriend beginning to twitch as your push your limit in how far he could go. Tears polling in the bottom of your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you had done perfectly for the day. You felt his cock twitching in your mouth enjoying the noises coming from his throat as he neared his high.

“Fuck I’m gonna-” he moaned before spilling his hot seed into you mouth. Without think you swallow I’m around him, milking him for whatever he was worth before he had to pull you away from him. Both of you slightly out of breath before as he helped you to your feet. Your lips glossy from a mixture of spit and his cum, which he didn’t seem to mind as he pulled you in for one final kiss.

“We should skip next period and lunch, have some fun... I haven’t seen you all summer and I really missed you.” You emphasized on the really, as you pulled away from the kiss.

“And as much as I’m not opposed to that, you’d castrate me tomorrow for letting you skip the first day just to have sex.”

“Mm, you get me.” You giggled, watching as he fixed himself so he could the two of you could return to normal civilization. “Now we should go before someone tries to get in here.” You mentioned, fixing your own skirt once again, and making sure you had no remnants of Ron on your face or clothes. You helped fix his tie until you both looked as well as two people could after fucking in a classroom. “Do you think we could sneak out tonight? Have a picnic under the Stars somewhere?” You asked, earning a light hearted chuckle from your boyfriend.

“What about your party?” He asked.

“They’ll just have to miss us.” You shrugged, taking Ron’s hand in yours as you know lace your bag on you shoulder.

He didn’t respond but you knew the answer. He just smile as pulled the both of you towards the door stopping as you heard the quick tapping of someone’s feet’s along the stone floors. You both paused in the doorway, hearts beating before watching your dark haired best friend turn the corner. He spotted the two of you quickly with a smile, out of breath and not really in the position to stop but he did so anyways.

“Woah, mate, what are you doing?” Ron asked, confusion lightly his face.

Harry’s eyes flickered from you back to Ron before rolling to the back of his head out of annoyance.

“That thing we said we were going to do earlier. You disappeared so I did it myself... and well... I got caught, so if you will excuse me-" you’re eyebrows furrowed as you looked to Ron with a sudden pale and tense figure.

“What did you do?” You groaned.

“YOU’RE DEAD POTTER!” A familiar clump of voices called, echoing through the halls before you’re eyes went wide.

“Tell you later?” He offered before you rolled your eyes gripping your boyfriend hand as you both prepared to run along side your friend.

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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I think I did a good job just chilling today. I am feeling a little guilty about it now but like. I think at least today was good and restful.

And that was really needed. I wish James had off too because neither of us slept well. They woke up around 230 and we're in a lot of pain and have been up since then. And I was up a lot too worrying about them. I hate how much pain they are in, and it seems to always be worse at night. I wish I could take their pain away.

They took the car to work like I told them too. And I slept in. And when I woke up the sun was to bright. But I worked my way out of bed.

I stripped the bed down and went to get dressed while the bed aired out for a while.

I originally was going to wear actual clothes but just put on my jumpsuit. I was very cozy.

I had egg salad for breakfast. And watched a lot of videos. Very soon I would get back in bed and would catch up on my knitting.

I had a nice time just chilling and watching tiktoks and knitting. Sweetp was there. It was a really nice just hanging out.

I would put the dishes away and then decided to get my laptop and continue working on my honeymoon packing list. I had started compiling that the other day but I wanted to make it a little bit more easy to follow. So I broke it down by bags and then kind of put everything in order with like items. Like having all the tech together and all the wearables and waterproof stuff. And then after I finish organizing that I sent it to James so they could see it. And then I decided I was going to make images to go along with it. Which was probably my most favorite part of the whole project. Though something happened to one of my images and made the computer freak out so I had to move to my phone. But I was having a really good time.

All in all I think that took two hours. But it really satisfied the part of me that loves packing but I just don't have the energy to pull all of that stuff out right now and put all of it back away. Me and James will definitely do an actual run-through but it also really apparently is helpful for James to be able to see it broken down like that. Especially with the pictures. They apparently were having trouble visualizing what all of the stuff looked like and volume of it. And hopefully this will help them pick out their own stuff. Maybe we can lay down together and build an outfit and object list for them too. They probably don't need it but I think I would have a good time doing it.

I spent the rest of the afternoon just resting. Waiting for James to come home.

And when they did get home they brought me french fries. I love them so much. James not the french fries. Well I love the french fries but I love James more.

James was hurting pretty bad but we laid on the couch together until it was time for them to go to the theater for their shift. I felt bad that we had a kick sweetp off the couch because all he wants to do is lay on James's chest. And it just cannot happen right now. So we had to kick him off and he was a little pouty about that for a while.

When James left I decided to take a bath. And wash my hair. And try to deal with how broken out my face feels right now. It's not actually that bad. But I have these red bumps on my face that are driving me crazy. I'm hoping that they clear up soon because they feel gigantic even though I know they're not.

And once my hair was mostly dry I went and worked in the studio for a while. I stood together a few more of my mini 10 strip panels. And I'm 2/3 of the way done. Unless I decide I want to add more. I'm working at the museum tomorrow so maybe I'll bring them with me to work on. It's always nice to have a project while I'm waiting to see if anyone wants a tour. I can be working on them in the garment loft.

Once I finish that I worked on a little silly project I wanted to make for someone for Christmas. Using glue and paint and dimensional magic. To make a small diorama. But I was having a lot of issues with just making a mess. The cap of the dimensional magic came off and spilled all over my pajamas. And then I got blue paint all over my leg. And it's just like what is happening.

But now I'm back in bed. Hanging out with sweet pea. Waiting for James to get done. I hope they can come home soon. I think they're done around 10:30. And they don't have to wait for the theater people to clear out because they have their own key this time. Which is good because last time they made James wait a whole extra hour and it was really mean.

Tomorrow me and James are working together at the museum like I said and then we're going to go have dinner and then just spend some time together. I am looking forward to a nice day. Even though I really wish I didn't have to work. It's all right.

I hope you all sleep well. Take care of each other and try to stay warm. Good night. Until next time.

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blackmissfrizzle · 3 years

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Just Right (3)

Part 2

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!plussized!reader

Chapter Summary: Someone throws a wrench in the plans.

Chapter Warning: Footbal AU. Don’t hate me please 😬 angst, implied smut, and some very petty behavior.

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The next morning, you had a pep in your step. Angel left you in bed with breakfast and a note saying he went on a run.

Coming downstairs you heard Angel’s voice, you assumed he was on the phone and not talking to the devil herself.

“Adelita, this is a surprise.” Angel backed away from her when he heard your voice.

“Y/N,” she smiled and pulled you into a hug. Backing away she twirled your hair around your finger. “I see the drought is over. Who’s the lucky guy?” If Adelita wasn’t so damn conceited she would’ve smelled Angel on you. But of course, you wouldn’t be able to bag a guy like Angel.

Angel cleared his throat and stepped in between the two of you, grabbing onto Adelita’s hips. “Uhh, let’s leave Y/N alone. I’m sure she’s not the kiss and tell type.”

“Not around you.” She joked, patting Angel’s chest. “Once we’re done talking me and you can have some girl talk like old times. Just you’ll be the one sharing stories this time.”

The nerve. This is the second time in your life that you wanted to knock Adelita out. “Yeah sure.” You gave her a tight smile over your shoulder and went back to your room.

While walking you could hear the hushed whispers and the sounds of lips kissing. As soon as you knew you were out of sight you ran to your room and immediately started packing.

“What are you doing?” Right after Adelita left, Angel ran to you. “What does it look like Angel?”

Tugging your pants out of your hands, Angel stopped you. “You don’t have to leave.”

“And what?!” You screamed in his face. “Stay here with you and Adelita?!”

He tried to hug you, but you pushed him away. “You really must be crazy. How are you just gonna take her back?”

“She was my fiancée, she deserves the benefit of the doubt.” Angel explained like it was a one size fits all reason.

“Oh, the same fiancée that dumped you once your future was unsure.” You scrunched your face up. “The same fiancée that told you it was over through a letter? The same fiancée that was all over social media hanging out and partying while you were in rehab? The same fiancée that so happens to ‘coincidentally’ come back into your life after you just made the biggest comeback ever?” You brushed past him went out the door. “Yeah, you can miss me with that bullshit.”

Angel trailed behind you, hoping he could amend things with you. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

Whipping around you shoved him. “Yeah, you are. You know honestly, I don’t feel bad for myself as much as I do for you. I pray to God that he never makes me as pathetic as you. Have a nice life, Angel Reyes.”

Opening the front door revealed a sympathetic Mr. Felipe and an angry EZ. They both tried to stop you, but you kissed each man goodbye promising to keep in touch.

EZ waited until he saw you drive away to attack his brother. “What the fuck did you do?” Angel blocked some of his brother’s punches, but EZ managed to get some in.

Felipe was able to pull his youngest off his eldest. “EZ that’s enough!”

“Nah, Pop! You saw her. She practically ran out in tears.”

“It’s none of your damn business, Ezekiel!” Angel tried to walk away from them, but Felipe stopped him. “Explain yourself, son.”

“Adelita.” Both his father and brother groaned at that name. Now they knew why you ran out like that.

EZ didn’t have time for whatever excuse that his brother had. “You two deserve each other. And I hope when you come to your senses it’s too late.” He slammed the door on the way out, too disgusted with Angel to stay.

A few moments later Felipe followed his son out. “Pop,” Angel cried out, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy. “Not right now, Angel.” He stopped at the door and looked back at his son. “Unlike your brother I hope it won’t be too late for you to come to your senses. When you stick your head out of your ass, you and Y/N are perfect for each other.”

Once he was alone, Angel sat on the staircase wondering if he made the right decision.

Losing Angel just wasn’t about your heart breaking, but also losing your best friend. Those months spent with him was probably the best time of your life. The only thing that got you through the days were work and Rio.

At first, he assured you that he could just be your friend but someway somehow, he wormed his way into something more. You told him that you didn’t want him as some rebound, but he cockily said, “Ain’t no way I’m a rebound.” So, you stayed and started dating him.

You were reading a book when Rio came and laid his head in your lap. “Mamaaaa,” he sung kissing the little bit of your exposed fupa. “What do you want?” He was only this adorable when he wanted something like that extra cookie that would mess up his diet. “Nothing extra. Just go to dinner with me.”

“That’s it?” You closed your book and set it down to look at him curiously. “Yeah, I got a dress picked out, hairstylist and makeup artist on the way.”

“Wait, what kind of dinner is this?” Dinners with Rio never required all the hoopla. “The league always hosts a dinner for all the teams in the semifinals.”

“I know, I know, I know,” Rio trampled over your words, not letting you get a word in. “I know that dumbass is gonna be there, but I think it would be the perfect place to show him what he’s missing out on.”

If you went this would be the first time you saw Angel and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. Last time he made you look like a fool. “I don’t know Rio.”

Sitting up, Rio picked you up and sat you down in your lap. “But mama,” he attacked your neck with his lips, adding a little bite every now and then. “I’ll be bored without you. And who am I gonna shove in a closet and fuck her like a dirty girl?”

“You’ll be fine without me for a couple of hours.”

“Alright, time for the big guns.” Rio led you to his bedroom with a covered mannequin in the center. Unveiling the mannequin, he revealed the most beautiful dress. You would be crazy to not wear that dress.

“Ok, I’ll go!” Rio pulled you by your hips against him. “Good, I thought I would have to use my other negotiation methods.”

“Nah, I still need convincing.” Rio backed you into the bed and pulled off your shorts. “Okay, but you got 15 minutes to cum two times before the stylist gets here.”

Angel was doing his best at trying to keep his cool. Adelita was making her way through all the owners, sponsors, and players ‘networking’ to gain traction for her cause. It wasn’t that he didn’t support, actually he was very supportive of it, but this night was in celebration of him and the other players. And he couldn’t ask her to quit it without looking like a complete douchebag.

“Are you two seriously making bets?” Angel wasn’t paying that much attention to Coco and Gilly until they said Adelita’s name. They were betting on when she would corner their team owner, Miguel Galindo. “How else are we gonna pass the time? Ain’t like there’s scintillating conversation.” Coco collected money from Riz and put it in his breast pocket.

“Pendejo,” Angel ordered another drink and while waiting for it he heard Coco whistle. Turning around to see what made Coco speechless, Angel was glad that he already set his old glass on the bar top, because he would’ve dropped it. There you were in the most beautiful dress looking like a goddess, but his mood soured when he saw that it was Rio escorting you.

Bishop walked up beside him and smacked him in the back of the head. “Fucking dumbass. Now she’s with that asshole.” Angel opened his mouth to say something, but Bishop held up his hand. “I don’t wanna hear it. And you better leaver her alone, she looks happy.” His coach pointed his chin towards you and Rio kissing. Angel slammed back his drink and ordered another one. This was about to be a long night.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Bishop and the guys.” Rio looked for your friends and saw that Angel was right there next to them. “You sure? You want me to go with you?” It warmed your heart that Rio was so protective over you. It was unfamiliar territory for you. Usually, you were the one protecting others. “No, you stay here with your team, I’ll be okay.” Rio quirked his eyebrow, questioning you. He was trying to break you out of the habit of you masking your feelings, pretending you’re fine when you’re really not. “Rio, I promise. I’ll be good.” You patted his chest and started to walk away, but then he caught Angel staring at the two of you real hard and he couldn’t help but give him a show.

Spinning you around into his arms, Rio smashed his lips against yours. His still taste a little bit of yourself from when he wanted to make you his meal. Rio’s hands drifted to your ass and you did little to stop him. Ending the kiss, he tugged your bottom lip slowly releasing it and ending your connection. “Go say hi to your friends.” He whispered in your ear, fixing some of your lipstick that got under your lips.

Angel wanted to knock Rio the clean the fuck out. Who the fuck did he think he was practically dry humping you in public like that? “You better keep your mouth shut. You lost your privileges to be mad.” Coach Hank warned Angel as he saw you approach the group.

“Hey guys!” You were genuinely happy to see all of them. Since, you cut off contact with Angel you haven’t talked to any of them at all.

They all lined up to hug you, almost fighting each other to be the first one. But Angel waited his turn. He had a lot more to say than just hi.

It was a bit awkward at first. Neither one of you made the first move. Eventually, you threw yourself in his arms and you were almost a goner. You did not know that hugging him would bring back all those feelings you tried to bury deep down.

“You look beautiful.” He kept a hand around your wrist, his thumb stroking the inside of it. “Thank you.”

His eyes kept dipping to your dress. There were some cut out pieces revealing more skin than he cared for. “Where’s the rest of your dress?”

Snatching your wrist away, you crossed your arms over your chest to keep yourself from slapping the shit out of Angel. “Rio doesn’t seem to mind.”

Angel invaded your space and glared down at you. “Do I look like Rio?”

“Do I look like Adelita?”

Angel bit the inside of his cheek. He knew he had no reason to question you. You weren’t his, but damn it he wanted you to be.

“This was a mistake coming over here. Go back and talk to your fiancée.”

“She’s not my fiancée.”

Skrtt, you stopped your retreat. “Say what?”

“I said she’s not my fiancée.” Angel wasn’t able to explain further. Adelita finally came and graced you with her presence. She didn’t pay any attention to Angel. All her attention was on you. Adelita was actually pulling you away to talk to one of the other coaches about joining their staff.

This was almost as torturous as talking to Angel. Adelita barely let you get a word in. She was acting like she was your damn agent. Luckily, Rio came and saved the day.

“Where are we going?” You whispered as he pulled you into the hallway. “Don’t worry about it.” He jiggled each door until he found an unlocked door and pushed you through.

“Rio no,” you weakly protested clutching onto his tux. “What? You don’t wanna give daddy a little something something?” He pouted, knowing it was your weakness.

“Okay, but it has to be fast.” Rio kissed you some more knowing how turned you got by simply making out.

Due to your combined breaths getting heavier neither one of you heard the turning of the doorknob. It wasn’t until the light from the hallway shone on you and Rio, exposing your dirty deed.

“Oh shit, my bad dawg!” Angel lifted his head from Adelita’s neck and apologized to the other couple. He didn’t mean it all. Angel saw Rio lead you to the hallway and by the mischievous look he had on his face, he knew his opponent was up to no good.

The little smirk on Angel’s face told you that none of it was an accident. “It’s okay, I wasn’t feeling well anyway. I think we should go home.” You smirked back at Angel. He wasn’t the only one that can play games.

“C’mon Angel, they need to get home.” Adelita winked at you and led an unwilling Angel back to the party.

You were almost out until you got stopped by Mr. Galindo. He was the only team owner you hadn’t talked to that night.

With Miguel Galindo trying to convince you to join his staff and Adelita standing next to you patiently waiting for her chance, Angel and Rio were left alone with each other.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but stay the fuck away from Y/N. You’re no good for her.” Angel had to refrain from snatching up Rio as he laughed. “You got jokes man.” Rio stepped closer to him, they were basically nose to nose. “At least when I make her cry it’s from my dick and not from being a dickwad.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you kept watch on Rio and Angel. Those two couldn’t be alone without trying to fight in the first 30 seconds.

The scene before you was getting to be too much, but you couldn’t do anything without being disrespectful towards Miguel. Thankfully, Coco and Gilly were watching them too and were able to pull Angel away.

Somehow Miguel talked you into staying for the entire dinner. And because the universe loved you so much you and Rio were assigned to the same table as Angel and Adelita.

After Adelita formally introduced herself to him. And you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not, but it seemed that she was flirting with Rio. Not that you had anything to worry about. Rio wasn’t entertaining her at all.

“She take my money when I’m in need. Yeah, she’s a trifling’ friend indeed.” As soon as you recognized the notes, you tried to stomp Rio’s foot, but he was too quick.

“Huh, what was that?” Adelita didn’t quite catch what Rio was saying. “Oh nothing, I just got a song stuck in my head. Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger. But she ain’t messing’ with no broke bro.”

Angel had to admit to himself that was funny, but ain’t no way he’ll let Rio know that.

“Stop it!” You whispered in Rio’s ear. Even if Adelita was oblivious to him making fun of her, everyone else surrounding them wasn’t. “Now you know you always tell me that but we both know you don’t mean it hear or at home.” Heat crept up your face and all you could do was hide your face in the crook of Rio’s neck. Rio slightly turned to kiss your forehead while fingering the bracelet he got you.

Once the glint of the bracelet caught Adelita’s eye she snatched your wrist from Rio. You didn’t mind though because you and Rio were off in your own little world. Not even the harsh stare from Angel could tear your eyes away from Angel.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Angel?” Adelita rubbed at her ankle. “My bad.” He frowned as Rio smirked at him knowing full well he was the intended target.

As the night went on, Rio’s and Angel’s antics went up. You don’t know what you did, but you had two petty kings arguing over you. And at times it was funny but also stressful.

The little innuendos concerning you flew over Adelita’s head but everyone else was getting them. They were getting so vicious that Coco and Gilly started another bet on who would swing first.

The event was concluding when things got downright ugly. Angel once again voiced his concerns of Rio dating you. Rio had enough and went for the low blow. “You’re just mad because I already took your girl and I’m about to take your city and your ring.”

Coco and Gilly’s bet was long forgotten as Angel went for Rio. “Don’t be mad, Reyes. I’m just spitting facts. If I’m wanna keep it hunnid, if I threw the right amount of cash, I could have your other girl too.”

“RIO!” You scolded him trying to pull him away. Thank god, Adelita was nowhere near to hear that little bit.

“Nah, babe fuck that.” Rio shrugged you off of him and stood toe to toe to Angel. “You ain’t on top no more big dawg. Get use to it.”

Angel just shook his head and turned around like a wounded animal. “Coco, give Gilly his money.”

“What?” Coco asks too late because Angel threw the first punch at Rio. And once they started fighting it was hard to get them to stop. Even Gilly couldn’t hold Angel. It wasn’t until you did something that they stopped.

Bishop tried to stop you once he noticed what you were attempting to do, but you slipped right past him. The boys were in between blows giving you the perfect opportunity to step in the middle of them. As soon as you became an obstacle each man lowered their fist.

Angel actually started to cower some when he saw your face. This was like your training face but a thousand times worse. Rio never saw you this pissed and he was beginning to get scared to breath the wrong way. Either way both men knew to shut the hell up.

Facing Angel first, you shoved him in the chest. “Angel Ignacio Reyes, I know you were raised better than this.”

“I’m sorry.” Angel mumbled, his eyes downcasted.

“And you!” You faced Rio, pointing a finger in his face. “I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

“Next time leave your petty bullshit for the football field.” You told the both of them before heading out without even waiting for Rio.

Damn, you knew you should’ve stayed your behind at home.

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