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Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Sergeant!Reader*
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Word count: 3248
Requested by anon: Hi i love your work..you don't have to do this request if you don't want.. i was kind of was wondering since we haven't heard from Sergeant Nat and reader. If we could hear from them? I was thinking since Nat is always the confident reassured one in that universe like maybe something happens where shes not sure where she stand with reader? Like jealous or maybe reader lets one of her military friends borrow her laptop and they use it to watch porn...and nat finds it and thinks its reader. And nat kind of loses her mind in a way that we havent seen. (Not like crazy but for the first time shes like am i enough). And reader is high key oblivious bc she worships nat. Some communication to sort out and then smutty times. Only if you want. If not i look forward to whatever you post yay.Â
AN: *Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.
Thanks for the idea, anon! This was a lot of fun to write. :)
This is Part 5 in my Sergeant Beef series. Read the first one here.
âHey, can I borrow your laptop?â Sam asks, poking his head into your room.Â
âWhy?â You donât even look at him, focused on you video game on the tiny television mounted to your wall.
âI dropped mine in the lake, so I had to buy a new one but it wonât get shipped off until later this week,â Sam explains.Â
âOkay,â you say, hardly listening to him as you race your little car across the screen to bump the giant soccer ball towards the goal. âItâs in my room on theââ
âI know where it is. Thanks.â Sam whisks in and helps himself.Â
âClose the door on your way out!â you call, just in time to hear the door slam behind him. Turning your whole focus back to your game, your fingers mash the buttons to a triumphant win.
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A few days later, Natasha is over at your apartment. While the two of you had discussed a thousand times moving in together, you had always stalled or walked around the subject. Natasha wasnât sure if it was because you were nervous what the publicâs perception would be of your relationship, or if you preferred your own private space too much to give it up. Ever since the deployment, you had been more likely to retreat and hide away (even from Natasha) when you were upset or moody. She wondered if it was a side effect of your PTSD, but you never seemed ready for that conversation so she left it alone.
For dinner, you grilled some steaks (setting off the smoke detector in your apartment) while Natasha made a side of mashed potatoes and green beans. Afterwards, you went to take a shower while Natashas lounged around and found a movie on Netflix for the two of you to watch. She sits on the couch, opening your laptop and finding the web browser. She looks up Netflix and then browses through the recommendations on your home page, but none of them pique her interest.
She goes onto Google to search what other people are recommending and wades through a sea of titles and descriptions to find one. Swapping back and forth between tabs, she finds a website with a host of titles and flips back and forth until she finds a movie that is both on the list and currently on Netflix. But in the process, she loses track of the tab and accidentally closes it, silently cursing to herself, before going to check the history to find it again.
But what she finds in the history is not what she had been looking for.
Natasha feels almost scandalized when she sees the words âbig busty blondesâ in your search history, followed by a list of pornsites. While she knew you watched such videos in her absence, she didnât know what genre you were into, and now a deep sinking feeling of insecurity fills her. She was not blonde, nor was she particularly busty after the years of hard workouts had shrank some of her assets a little. You always told her she had the perfect body, but now she wasnât quite sure if she should believe you.
âNat? Did you pick a movie?â You poke your head out of the bathroom. Youâre not wearing a shirt and your wet hair is dripping water down your chest, emphasizing the lines of your muscles. Natasha can see the bullet scar on your ribs from the deployment that almost ended your life. But you walked away with every member of your team alive, and your tale of bravery had become something of a living legend in the community.Â
She knows you could have any woman you wanted. She had seen the way the recruits eyed you and how bold the other brass were with you. Before your promotion to sergeant, you were often overlooked and completely ignored. Natasha, perhaps a little selfishly, always considered herself the catch in your relationship: she was one of a handful of female sergeants with outstanding credentials, and looked great in and out of a uniform. But maybe she thought too highly of herself. You had developed into a very competent sergeant, were extremely good-looking, and had the most lovable personality anyone could ask for.
What if you didnât want her anymore? What if you wanted someone younger, or someone you could start a family with? Natasha hadnât yet disclosed to you her inability to have children, but if the subject ever came up, she knew youâd need no other excuse to walk away.
âNat? Did you pick out a movie?â you ask again.
âYes,â Natasha says. âWe can watch Trolls.â
âOkay. That sounds fun.â Â
You come out in a sweatshirt with matching gray sweatpants and join Natasha on the couch. Instinctively, you put your arm around her shoulder and she snuggles against you, letting you rest your head against hers.
You seem to enjoy the goofy childrenâs movie, laughing out loud at the jokes and cheering when the main characters hug by the end. But Natasha canât focus for a second, still thinking about the search history on your laptop. She didnât even know if it was something she should bring up, but it was already eating her alive to think that she wasnât good enough for you.
Natasha didnât know if she would be able to survive without you. She would have to do everything she could to keep you by her side.
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âGive me a sec,â Natasha calls, hurriedly slipping her boots on. She checks herself in the mirror one final time before opening her apartment door to see you.
âHi, Natâoh.â Your expression goes flat.
âWhatâs wrong?â Natasha asks, her stomach twisting in knots. Maybe this had been a bad idea.
âYou dyed your hair,â you say, blinking at the short blonde hair she was now sporting.
âYou donât like it?â she asks, her worry growing by the second. She had dropped a significant sum at the salon on base to cut and dye her hair. Perhaps this had been a severe overreaction on her part.Â
âOh. No, um, it looks very nice,â you stutter.Â
Natasha is not convinced in the slightest. Her face flushes red and she bites her lip to stop herself from crying in frustration. âThatâs okay,â she mutters more to herself than you. âWhere are we going again?â she asks, even though she knows every detail of the outing she had planned with you.
âThe gym first, then we can get lunch and go grab groceries,â you list off, seemingly oblivious to her awkwardness.Â
âYes, thatâs right. Okay, letâs go,â she replies sullenly.
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Natasha isnât sure what else she can do to hold your attention after the hair dying incident. She tries to be extra doting with you, but all of her efforts seem to go completely unnoticed. You only say âthank youâ once when she gets you your favorite chocolate bar from the commissary. The next time the two of you are in bed together, Natasha feels like she has to guide you through all the motions and you fuck her with a concerningly low level of enthusiasm. Natasha is convinced youâve found someone else and just the thought of losing you makes her sick.Â
Sheâs nearly sent over the edge when she finally gets a text from you:
From Y/N: Can you come over tonight? I want to talk
Natasha feels like the rug has been pulled out from under her feet. Sweat breaks out on her forehead and her stomach starts to hurt like she had a bad meal. What if she just didnât go to see you? Would you really still break up with her over text?
Her body seems to have a mind of her own as she responds:
To Y/N: Ok
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âThanks for coming over,â you say, welcoming Natasha into your apartment. She steps in guardedly, wondering if youâre hiding your new girlfriend under the couch. Or maybe sheâs already in your bed. She shuffles down the hallway to subtly peer into your bedroom, which is empty.
âWhat did you want to talk about?â Natasha isnât one to dance around the elephant in the room. Besides, she doesnât want to draw this out any longer than it needs to be.
âOh. UmâŚâ You sound caught off guard. âWell, I was thinking thatââ
âYou want to break up with me.â Natasha canât stop the tears forming in her eyes. She wipes them away, angry at herself for showing such weakness already.
âWhat? What makes you think that?â Your shock is so genuine, Natasha almost wants to believe you.
Natasha hides her face behind her hand. âI saw it on your laptop last week. The kind of porn you were watchingââ
âPorn? I use incognito,â you say. âUnless that doesnât actually hide thingsâŚâ you add in a mumble.
âYour search history said you looked upâŚâ Natasha takes a breath. ââBig busty blondes,ââ she repeats, hating the way the words sound off her tongue.
âWhat?â You sound confused now. âThatâsâŚI donât watch that kind of stuff. Wait, is that why you dyed your hair blonde?â
âNo,â Natasha lies. âBut I saw it on your laptop!â she insists, hastily changing the subject.
You pause for a moment, then start shaking your head with a chuckle. âIâm gonna rip him a new one,â you mutter. Then louder, you explain, âSam borrowed my laptop last week because his was broken. Iâm guessing he used it toâŚyou knowâŚâ Your expression turns into one of disgust, and Natasha matches it.Â
âOh. So, youâre not into big busty blondes?â Natasha is embarrassingly desperate for clarification.
âNo, Iâm not.â You take a step towards her and hold out your hands. âBut I do have a thing for hot redheads who could totally kick my butt.â
âI know,â Natasha says, taking your hands and leaning up to kiss you. Her lips lift into a smile when you return her kiss with more passion than you had all week, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her flush against you. You dig your fingers into her thighs, lightly rolling your hips, and when she feels your hard bulge against her stomach and all of her doubts are cast away immediately. Her face burns in shame when she realizes how quickly she had jumped to the wrong conclusion. You werenât going anywhere. You were totally in love with her and wanted no one else.
âWait, so what did you want to talk about?â Natasha asks, trying to ignore the arousal building in her core as you hump her.
âOh! UmâŚâ Your face reddens, as if youâre so turned on yourself you forgot why you asked her to come. âUhâŚI wanted to ask ifâŚyou would like to move in with me? Or if I could move into your apartment? Or we could find a new place togetherâŚâ
Natasha feels like sheâs gotten whiplash from the subject change. She had come here thinking you were breaking up with her, but instead you actually wanted to move in with her? Just when she had thought it was never going to happen.
âWhy the change?â she asks.
You shrug your massive shoulders. âWe spend so much time together as it is. And I was mostly nervous because you know I have those night terrors a lot, butâŚâ You sigh. âI realized I get them a lot less when I wake up next to you.â Natasha wants to melt in your arms. âAnd it would be really nice if I got to wake up next to you every day. And eat every meal with you. Andââ
Natasha cuts you off with a hard kiss. âYes,â she pants, groping for the tie on your sweatpants and pulling them down. âOf course Iâll move in with you.â
âNat,â you whine when she grabs your cock. She feels it throb in her hand and her arousal spikes. As high as her own sex drive was, there was little else that turned Natasha on more than to see how excited you were for her. She pushes you towards the bedroom and you understand without needing words, obediently sitting down on your bed and pulling you on top of her. You grunt when her weight lands on your thighs and Natasha immediately props herself on her knees; sometimes she forgets about the injury on your right thigh that still causes you pain sometimes.      Â
âSorry baby,â she whispers while leaning in to kiss your cheek. It had been a long and sometimes frustrating journey to get back to the same level of intimacy the two of you shared after the deployment ambush and your recovery. The medicines you were on had drastically affected your mood (and performance) and there were still some positions you could no longer do because of the strain it put on your body. But Natasha had been patient and gentle with you, even when all she wanted to do was fuck you senseless. Over time your strength and stamina had come back, and Natasha was thrilled you could still please her in bed.Â
She leans back and takes her shirt off while you mirror her. Youâre almost back to your weight as before the deployment, but the physical therapy has encouraged you to work out even harder, so you are more muscular and toned than before. Natasha eyes your body hungrily, her hand reaching out to trace the scar on your ribs. While she hates the memory attached to your scar, she can appreciate how much more badass it makes you look.
âNat,â you say, and she breaks out of her thoughts. âIs everything okay?â
âYes.â She pushes you to lie on your back, rolling her clothed lower body against yours. âEverything is very okay.â Her hands skate across your warm skin, squeezing your biceps before resting on your chest, balancing herself as she rocks back and forth. Even though youâre still wearing boxers, Natasha can feel the hardness of your dick pressing against her butt.
âAll ready for me?â she hums, digging her nails lightly into your chest.
âAlways,â you respond, rolling your hips to match her rhythm.Â
âHmm.â Natasha contemplates how she wants you today. You almost never call the shots in bed, but you have no problem with Natasha taking control most of the time. She likes how submissive you are to her and your willingness to please her even at your own expense. But she isnât feeling selfish today and wants you to relax and enjoy too.Â
Her body seems to have a mind of its own as she humps along your abs, eventually pushing her panties to the side so you can feel her heat on your stomach.Â
âNat,â you whine, gripping onto her waist to guide her movements.Â
âJust let me ride you,â she says, lifting off of you for a moment to remove her panties completely, and the two of you moan when she settles back on you. You flex your abs until Natasha swears she could grate cheese on them. She angles her hips back and widens her legs so she can drag her pussy along the ridges of your abs, smearing her wetness everywhere. âFuck, you feel so good, baby,â she moans.
âSo do you,â you say, your hands tightening around her waist.Â
Natasha moves her hips faster, sliding back until she can feel your cock practically poking a hole through your boxers. Sheâs just warming herself (and you) up and doesnât want to rush to the main event. But as she hears your whines and feels the tension in your body, all she wants is for you to flip her over and fuck her until she canât walk. Â
âCan you do exactly what I ask you to?â Natasha pants, the building arousal in her stomach almost painful now.
âYes,â you gasp. âYes, Sergeant. Whatever you want.â
The use of Natashaâs title makes her pussy clench around nothing. Her body aches for you and sheâs done playing around.
âGood. I want you to get on your knees and fuck me,â she demands, abruptly climbing off of you and presenting her backside to you. You scramble to obey, wasting no time lining up your cock with her soaking pussy and pushing in eagerly. Natasha inhales sharply when your length stretches her out, filling her perfectly and reaching places she could never reach with her hand or a toy. When you start moving your hips, she whimpers and moans, gripping handfuls of the bedsheets so you donât slam her into the headboard.
She spasms around you with every stroke, clenching tightly and trying to draw you in as deep as you can go. Natasha loves to hear you moan, knowing she was the cause of them, and more of her slick leaks out around your cock.Â
âFuck, Nat,â you grunt, your thighs slapping against her butt with every thrust. âYou always feel amazing.â
âHarder,â she begs. âI want you to cum when I do.â
âIâll try,â you respond, your breathing ragged as you start to falter in your rhythm.Â
âFuck, youâre in me so deep,â Natasha moans, wishing that despite your already above-average size, you had more to give her. She lets go of the bedsheets and slips her hand down between her legs, rubbing her clit for added stimulation. âDonât you dare stop,â she warns, noticing the way your legs are shaking and your thrusts are losing their power.
âI wonât,â you whimper, and Natasha is not convinced youâll be able to last much longer. Her hand glides back up to her stomach, where she can feel the bulge of your cock through her skin. That alone nearly sends her over the edge, but she has one more request from you.
âBite me,â Natasha pants, motioning to her right trapezius muscle. Normally, she is very against you marking her during sex because she doesnât want to worry about hiding them, but now she is panting at the thought of you finally staking your claim on her.
âBite you?â you say, sounding extremely timid.
âYes!â she growls, not wanting to repeat herself. âIf you donât bite me, I wonât let you cum.â
You moan and tighten your grip on her waist. Natasha feels your cock throbbing inside her, but she knows you wonât finish without her permission. The bed creaks as your weight shifts and she feels your chest press against her back as you lean over her. She hums in anticipation, feeling your breath across the back of her shoulder. Your teeth graze her skin lightly, your hesitancy obvious.Â
âY/N,â she moans, pushing back into you and squeezing your length. âIf you donât fucking bite meââ
Your teeth suddenly clamp down sharply and Natasha keens, gushing around you and not even noticing you finish inside her. White spots of pure pleasure burst behind her eyelids and she feels cum drip down her thighs. It feels like sheâs riding out the high forever, but when she finally unwinds, she feels your weight pressing into her back and a dull stinging in her shoulder. She twists her head to see the clear imprint of your teeth in her skin, the flesh reddening already.
âSorry if that was too hard,â you say softly, as if youâre embarrassed by following her instructions.
âNonsense,â she says, reaching behind her to cup the back of your neck. She pulls your head down against hers and nuzzles against your cheek. âNext time, you can bite me harder.â
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AN:Â Sorry to Sam lol
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the 'evil imposter' just wants to be a baker!
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Prologue; The Foodie turned Imposter?!
When a foodie from the real world gets sucked into one of their comfort games, popular hoyoverse game's middle child Genshin Impact, it's not all fun and playtime as one would have expected. Finding out you share a face with the most divine God and Mother of the world, the creator, you are forced to fight for the right to live, so that you can eat and cook for another day!
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day 2/7
[part 3]
summary: this is part two of my short story about the boysâ trip to curaçao (read the other one first, or donât). hamzahâs getting you all riled up and mandy and martin begin to notice his unusual behavior with you.
contains: SFW content
wc: 2k-ish
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You wake up to an empty bed and some part of you feels disheartened at the sight. The only evidence of Hamzah ever being there is the indent in the pillow and the shorts he borrowed folded neatly atop the mattress. You sit up to stretch, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 10:02 and you decide to get dressed.
When you grab your phone on the way out, you see a text message light up your screen.
morning :)
Your fingers hover over the keyboard, but before you can type out your reply, a pair of large hands grab your shoulders and you nearly launch into the ceiling.
"FuckâHamzah!"
He cackles at your scream. You slap his arm, immediately shutting him up as he rubs the spot to soothe it.
"Dumbass," you grumble.
"Good morning to you, too." The grin on his face doesn't fade for a second.
"Whatever.â You shut the front door and walk down the hallway alongside him. âWhen did you wake up?â
"'Round 9,â he yawns out. "Martin called me back and we got the room situation sorted."
He pulls his new key card out of his wallet and holds it between his fingers to show you. âNice.â
Upon finding the hotel pool already chock-full of people, the two of you decide to meet Mandy and Martin at a restaurant they told Hamzah they'd be at. The GPS on your phoneâs map gives you a hard time and you nearly walk into oncoming traffic with your nose deep in the screen. Hamzah reaches out to grab your forearm and pulls you back right as a taxi flies by.
"That was way too close," he says. Both of you breathe heavily at the realization that it could've ended way worse. "I think I know where itâs at anyway, just follow me."
"Sorry," you apologize, blushing. He smiles and shakes his head to dismiss your embarrassment. His hand stays on the middle of your back as he leads the rest of the way. The sparks you feel from his touch can hardly be ignored.
You get seated in a booth with the couple, who have already ordered some appetizers in anticipation of your arrival. The four of you dig into some sort of steamed veggie dish and catch up.
"Martin kept me up all night," Mandy says.
"Yeah, I got stamina." Martin nonchalantly shrugs.
"No, you literally passed out the moment you went to bed." She rolls her eyes. "I had to check if he was breathing, like, 5 times."
"She got yo lying ass, boy," Hamzah says, laughing with you. "I think I was snoring all night. Those drinks had me messed up."
"You weren't," you assure him.
"How do you know that?" Martin diverts the attention to you.
"Because someone was dead asleep and couldn't help his best friend get back into his hotel room," Hamzah replies pointedly. Martin sinks into his seat and takes a bite of food while pouting.
"So, you guys were stuck in the same bed?" Mandy asks, genuinely interested. "How'd that go?"
"It wasâ"
"We wereâ"
You look at each other and you nod your head, gesturing for him to talk first. He nods back and places his hand on your knee under the table before continuing. Your heart leaps to your throat.
"We were watching some show in Dutch that we couldn't understand until we knocked out."
"That's it?" This earns Martin a light smack on the arm from Mandy and a fiery glare from you.
"Was it the one with the bald dad and the ginger kids?"
"Yeah, how'd youâ?"
"I watched it with Martin's mom the day before we came. Itâs pretty popular here."
Hamzah's hand is still on your knee, occasionally running his thumb over your skin like it's the most natural thing in the world. You try to be attentive and contribute to the conversation, but it's a struggle when your mind is constantly wandering. When the waiter comes to take your orders, you choose something random off the menu because you were too lost in thought. Youâre starting to think you need to be spayed because of how much this affects you.
"I can't believe we have to leave in a week," Hamzah says. You look up from the table.
"Don't remind me," you groan.
"I miss Rudy," Mandy admits with a sigh, "and Fish and Carl, of course."
"Every parent has their favorites.â Martin shrugs.
Your food arrives after some more chatter. Hamzah's hand leaves the spot on your thigh heâd slowly worked up to and you feel like you can breathe again. This trip has made you guys a lot closer than you ever anticipated, but it makes you wonder how things will be once you get back home.
âWanna bite?â Hamzah whispers to only you. âItâs pretty good.â
âLemme try.â You pluck a piece of omelette from his plate and bite into it. âYum. Try mine.â
He shovels a scoop of your yogurt bowl into his mouth and hums. âLetâs split?â
âYes, please.â
The meal ends with Martin paying for Mandy and Hamzah paying for you, in a surprise turn of events. You try to fight him back on it, but once he swipes his card without a word you know it's settled.
"All that YouTube money has gone to your head," you joke.
"I got fat stacks."
"Ew." You and Mandy cringe.
The couple walks ahead of you up the street and the two of you walk side by side.
"Was that alright?" Hamzah asks once the others are out of earshot.
"What do you mean?"
"Y'know, me paying." He nudges your shoulder. "It felt like the right thing to do."
"It did?" you ask, a smile growing on your face. "I didn't mind it."
"Good, good..." He walks with his hands in his pockets, kicking a rock every couple of steps.
"I actually thought it was cute."
He exhales through his nose, smiling at the ground. "Was it?"
"Yeah." You nod. "Thanks, Hamzah."
"No biggie."
You scrunch up your face and he laughs once he sees your expression. His laughter could cure even the most fatal illnesses, you're convinced. You take steps in unison for a bitâright, left, right, leftâuntil he clears his throat to speak again.
"And, um," he starts, licking his lips. "When I put my hand on your leg..."
"Mhm?" You enjoy seeing the way his face contorts as he tries to find his words.
"Was that... alright, too?"
"I didn't mind it," you repeat.
He shakes his head and this time it's your turn to laugh. The tips of his ears turn red under his hat, making your heart pound at the sight. He fixes the hat tighter on his head and you fight the urge to tuck one of his stray curls behind his ear. Instead, you find that your feet lead you closer to his side, your fingertips brushing past his ever so slightly.
The couple eventually stops at a building and the two of you rush to catch up.
"We made it, kids," Martin says with a smile once you reach them.
"An art museum?" Hamzah questions as he reads the sign at the door. "Are we museum people?"
"We are now," Martin says, turning to walk inside.
"He's been talking about this since we landed," Mandy explains. "C'mon, guys."
Your group enters the museum and you look around at the historic paintings and sculptures from various Curaçaoan artists. Any and all doubt is washed from your mind as you make your way through the space, carefully observing art you haven't had the pleasure of seeing before. Hamzah follows close by, never straying too far as to not miss the way you react to each piece with 'oo's and 'ah's.
"Here's what we came for!" Martin points at a painting in the corner.
You walk closer and catch sight of a beautiful beach landscape. There's bright green shrubbery in the forefront, leading up to a peachy-toned sunset with tropical birds flying in the background. Mandy excuses herself to check out the gift shop and Martin huddles the three of you together.
"One day, I'm gonna propose to her here," he whispers. His finger traces the plaque below the canvas. You'd been to this beach the day you touched ground in Curaçao. It was the first thing you guys did, even before checking in at the hotel.
"Martin," you gasp, eyes wide. He shushes you and you lower your voice. "That's so sweet, oh my god."
"She walked right by it," he beams. "She has no clue."
"That's great, man." Hamzah clasps his hand on Martin's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "She'll love it, for sure."
"I can't believe I'm gonna be a maid of honor," you squeal as quietly as you can. Martin shushes you again but you can barely contain your excitement, turning to Hamzah to find his eyes already on you.
"What makes you so sure it'll be you?" he teases.
"It will be." You raise your eyebrows, challenging him to say otherwise.
"As long as I can be best man."
You take a couple pictures of Martin standing next to the painting with his thumbs up, narrowly avoiding Hamzah's photobombing attempts. When you finally walk away, Martin motions for you both to zip your lips. You mime crossing your heart and make your way to the gift shop.
There's shelves of souvenirs with prints of the art pieces from the museum, as well as some nearby tourist attractions that you recognize from visiting recently. You get to the jewelry section and run your fingers across the array of bangles and necklaces, hearing how they jingle as they move. Once you get to the end of the table, you notice a reddish-brown beaded bracelet.
"'Handmade,'" you mumble, reading the tag.
Hamzah stops close by your turned back and sees what's caught your attention from over your shoulder. "What's that?"
"Isn't it pretty?" You slip the bracelet onto your wrist and hold it up to show him. He grabs another one, doing the same.
Mandy suddenly calls for you and you walk over to her.
"I want this book so bad." She holds up a leather bound book with golden letters on the front, flipping through the pages to reveal photographs of nearby landmarks. "Wouldn't it look cute on our coffee table?"
âWe have so much stuff from this trip alreadyââ Martin starts, but upon seeing Mandyâs glare, agrees.
You conclude that married life would suit them very well.
Your group loiters around the museum until you've seen everything it has to offer, snapping a few pics of your favorites along the way. Hamzah volunteers to take a few aesthetic photos of you, but when you get your phone back, your camera roll is full of him making funny faces. You know youâll get him back for it eventually.
The four of you make it halfway back to the hotel when you look down and realize the bracelet is still on your wrist. You halt in the middle of the sidewalk and curse at the wind.
"Guys," you call out, making them stop as well. "I'll meet you there, I forgot to put this bracelet back."
"You stole?" Martin exaggerates. "Dang it, now we're all accomplices!"
"Say it louder, why don't you?" You roll your eyes, turning on your heels to walk back up the street.
"YOU STOâ"
Hamzah slaps his palm across his friend's mouth, "I got it, don't worry."
"What?" You turn back.
He holds his free hand up and shakes the bracelet on his wrist. "I paid already. You don't have to go back."
You part your lips, but no words come out.
Mandy and Martin share a glance with each other, him mumbling something unintelligible. Hamzah drops his hands and fidgets with his hat.
"I feel bad," you finally say, your cheeks warming up uncontrollably. "You're too nice."
"I wish I had a sugar daddy," Martin complains. You collectively ignore him.
"Thank you, Hamzah," you say with a smile. "I appreciate it."
"You liked the bracelet, so..." He shrugs it off.
The walk back to the hotel commences and you feel your pulse thumping with each step. Once again, the couple get ahead of you two, but thatâs fine by you. Mandy turns a few times to make eye contact with you and raise her eyebrows ridiculously. You just shake your head and try not to grin too hard.
The weather is muggy and the sun is beaming on your heads, but Hamzahâs warm hand finds yours despite it all. Your bracelets graze each other and you wordlessly make a pact to not let go.
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a/n: u get what u want in the next part ya filthy animals!!! also sorry i took so long, iâm still not 100% happy w how this turned out but i wanted to pump something out before u guys start chasing me w wooden stakes and pitchforks :-)
#hamzah fic#hamzah x reader#hamzahthefantastic#slushy noobz#slushy virus#thatmartinkid#martin and hamzah#hamzah x y/n
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âAnother dayâŚâ I say to myself as I walk through the parking garage. The is air still damp from the rainstorm yesterday. I look around. The garage is oddly vacant. Perhaps Iâd come in when the buildings closed again. Determined to finish the day and get home quickly, I trudge past the puddles and cigarette butts. âGod itâs freezing,â I say to myself, shivering.
I look around again. Iâm used to a long walk to the stairs but todayâs feels⌠really long. I canât see my car but thatâs all thanks to the thick fog that has been settled in town for a few days. I canât see the stairwell either. The only thing I can see is the fog surrounding me. I sigh and continue my trek forwards, unsure if Iâm even moving forwards anymore.
After a few more minutes of walking, I stumble upon an odd sight. In front of me is a shopping booth, something Iâve never seen the liking of before here. A faint concoction of aromas reach my nose: a strange mix of perfume, wood, leather, and some other implacable scents. At the booth stands a broad man. On the table, there are a variety of brightly colored liquids contained in erlenmeyer flasks. The man waves me over, a toothy grin across his dark, bearded face.
âWell hello there fine fellow! How can I help ya?â the man asks. His voice is gravelly and deep, the kind of voice that makes you weak in the knees.
âOh, Iâm not interested in buying anything, sir. Iâm just trying to find the stairs,â I respond.
The man lets out a hearty laugh, âPlease, call me Rohan! And I insist. Iâll even give you a hefty discount.â
I eye the flasks, taking in the colorful liquids. Each is bubbling and emanates an odd warmth, much preferable over the freezing air of the rest of the parking garage. âSo, what are they?â I ask.
âOh, just some herbal remedies. Theyâre very common in holistic medicine,â Rohan says, lifting up to of the flasks. âWould you like one, sir?â
âOh Iâm not sure if I should. Iâve tried these things before and they havenât⌠agreed with me,â I say, letting out a small chuckle.
âDonât you worry about that, sir. These are all natural. I insist, try one. Here,â Rohan picks up a pink one and holds it out for me. I reluctantly grab it and give him a half-smile. âThatâll be $5, sir,â Rohan says as he holds out his large palm. I search through my wallet and find a crumpled up $5 bill and hand it to him. He smiles and says with a certain satisfaction, âHave a lovely day, sir!â
I walk off with the flask in hand, still unsure of where the stairs are. I check my phone for the time. Shit! Iâm late! I briskly walk through the parking garage but to no avail. Iâm still lost. At least until I see my car. Damnit! I just walked in a big circle! Exhausted and angry, I get in my car and sit down. The car is almost as cold as outside, a small remnant of the heating still present. I start the car, deciding to head home.
Before I can put my foot on the gas pedal, my gaze drifts down to the flask in the passengerâs seat. âI should probably drink thatâŚâ I say to myself. I reach down and grab it, bringing the beverage to my lips. It smells like perfume. I lift the flask, the contents of which pouring into my mouth and down my throat. Itâs almost unbearably sweet. So much so that itâs almost bitter. Thereâs also a strange salty aftertaste. I cough and drink from my water bottle, the flavor lingering in my mouth.
I drive home in silence, allowing myself to be bitter about todayâs events as of now. As I drive home, I notice an odd, unfamiliar tingling in my butt. I itch it but it doesnât help. âMaybe I just worked legs a little too hard yesterday,â I say with a shrug. Soon, my whole body feels tingly, almost numb. My work clothes begin to feel a bit tight on my body, specifically my pants. Iâm sure I grabbed the larger size I have but maybe I didnât. This morning was quite hectic after all. I shrug off the odd occurrence and continue my drive home.
On the way home, I pass a Starbucks and turn into the parking lot. I usually donât buy such frivolous things, but Iâd already bought that horrible drink so why not? As I walk inside, I notice a strange quality to my walking. Usually I have a quite confident strut but that has been replaced by something almost like a waddle. Odd.
Once inside, Iâm finally warm. The warmth of the store is so refreshing. Before ordering, I sit at a table by the window. Sitting here feels weird. Iâm not used to this amount of cushioning on these chairs but maybe I misjudged them. I take off my winter coat, setting it on the high top table in front of me. I catch a glimpse of my arms in my tight dress shirt sleeves. Jesus! Iâve always been in shape but Iâve NEVER been this big. I flex a small bit, blushing at my public flexing session. Damn, the gymâs been doing me good recently.
A short blonde barista walks over to me. Sheâs very cute but my still bitter attitude puts a damper on my lustful looks. She pulls out a notepad and a pencil, âWould you like anything sir?â
âOh no-â I clear my throat. My voice sounds less deep than normal for some reason. âI mean, sure. Could I have a vanilla latte?â Why did I order that? I always order black coffee, never that girl shit. The barista smiles and nods, writing my order down, âGot it. Is that all?â
âYes maâam,â I respond. Handing her the money for the beverage.
She walks off, immediately going to make my drink. I rub my throat. Why do I still sound so weird? She comes back over, my drink in hand. âHere you go sir,â she says, âOh and by the way, I love your hair. Blonde is so your color. You look fabulous.â She walks away to serve other customers.
What? Blonde? Iâm not blonde. Iâve always had brown hair. And⌠fabulous? Who does she think I am? One of those queers? Does my hair really look blonde to her? I pull out my phone and look at myself in the selfie camera. Jesus! My hair IS blonde! And it looks⌠curly. What the hell happened?! And my face⌠It looks off. Something is uncanny about it. I look like myself but also not⌠Like my lips look bigger and so do my eyes. My eyebrows look a bit neater than they should and my stubble is shorter than normal.

I get down from the stool, ready to leave and deal with this weird stuff at home. As I walk out, I feel a strange jiggling in my rear. I crane my neck around my shoulder to see what was going on with my butt. Holy shit! My ass is huge! I run out to my car, my big fat ass jiggling like crazy as I run. I quickly drive home.
Once inside, I strip off my damp clothes to assess the damage. My muscles do look bigger than normal, especially my pecs. They look like fucking tits. Jesus, theyâre huge. My ass is enormous, any movement causing it to jiggle wildly. And that tingling in my ass still hasnât gone away. I look like a poster fag. Like the dictionary definition of a faggot. FuckâŚ
I go up to my room and find a cardboard box on my bed. After opening it, I see a huge pink dildo and a pink jockstrap, both the same color as the drink. The dildo is easily a foot long. I shiver in disgust looking at the items. An odd feeling comes from my ass. My ass is tingling worse than before, specifically directly in my asshole. God I just wanna shove that dildo up my ass⌠No! I canât be thinking like a fag! Looking like one is bad enough!
I shove the grotesque items back into the box and chuck the box across the room. I look at myself in the mirror, hesitantly touching my pouty lips. They feel almost numb, as if they arenât real. Come to think of it⌠I feel my pecs and my ass, both having the same numb tingling. Oh my godâŚ
My body stiffens up, my back arched, showing off my large muscle tits and fake fuckable ass. Goddamn why am I thinking like that? Against my will, my buff arms reach up and turn my baseball cap, which had gone from a cream color to a black and pink one, backwards. Itâs like a switch got flipped. My brain goes from active and agile to slow and dull. MY thoughts become more lustful and⌠gay.
Damn, I wish Rohan fucked me earlier. He like totally has a huge dick. I pout, crossing my arms across my inflated chest. My heads turns, facing the discarded box. My body prances over to the box and extracts the faggy⌠I mean sexy things. I pull the pink jockstrap over my big round ass, doing a few hops to see my bubble butt bounce in the elastic material. I snatch up the massive dildo and lay in my bed, my thick beefy legs spread out. My body instinctively shoves the dildo as far up my ass as it can.
My hole feels oddly loose despite the lack of penetration itâs received. My brain pushes those thoughts into the garbage, conjuring up new memories of me being fucked by hoards of men, each hung like a horse and concerningly aggressive. I let out shrill, feminine moans with each thrust of the toy. Each thrust causes my room and house to become more pink and slutty looking. My wardrobe emptying of my work clothes and instead having pink slutty outfits. My bed begins vibrating, my old bed replaced with a vibrating one.
I cum out of my shrunken cock, my small load leaving me gasping for air. Iâve never felt this much pleasure in my whole life! I sit on my knees in front of the full length mirror in my room and take a picture for my Daddies.

This is me now, a stupid, horny, bouncy slut for any man whoâll take me in for the night.
#straight to gay#top to bottom#gay tf#gay#tf#transformation#dumber tf#dumber#himbo tf#himbo#musclegrowth#muscle growth tf
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Love in the Air
Pairing:Â Rooster x Female Reader
Summary:Â You weren't expecting anything interesting or exciting to happen on your flight from Virginia to San Diego. But what happens when you decide to shoot your shot with the handsome stranger sitting in front of you on the plane?
Word Count:Â 12.5k
Authorâs Note:Â Thank you so much to my dear friend, @ryebecca for giving me the idea for this one! I've been mulling it over in my brain for a while now, and the super adorable Netflix movie Love at First Sight gave me some much-needed inspiration to finally see it through to completion. This story exists outside of the Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw Universe, which is sort of a first for me, so I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings:Â Travel anxiety, some very mild angst, discussions of parental death, brief language, lots of fluff.
If you had to rank your preferred modes of transportation, flying would probably be at the bottom of the list, beat only perhaps by public bus or bicycle. It seemed that no matter how hard you tried to make it as smooth and easy a journey as possible, your experiences at the airport always turned into one catastrophe after another.
Your flight this morning was supposed to take off at 9:30am, which meant that you had scheduled the start of your day to ensure that you would be at the airport no later than 7:15, accounting for traffic and long lines at check-in and security. That, of course, meant that you had to leave your best friend, Katieâs house in Fredericksburg at 5:45 on the dot in order to make the sixty-one mile trip to Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport, and that was being generous. If the two of you stopped for coffeeâwhich Katie insisted was a mustâthat alone had the potential to derail your plans, which had you nervously fiddling with the bracelet you never took off, the one your dad had given you as a gift for your high school graduation.
âRelax,â Katie laughed, taking her eyes off the road for only a moment to reach out and squeeze your hands reassuringly, halting your anxious movements. âYouâre going to get there with plenty of time to spare. Thereâs literally no one on earth whoâs a more responsible flier than you. Have you ever even come close to missing a flight?â
âNo,â you admitted sheepishly, taking a small sip of your hazelnut iced coffee. It did little to calm your nerves, but it was one of the best iced coffees youâd ever tasted.
âOf course you havenât,â Katie smiled, her eyes back in front of her as she signaled to merge into another lane. âSo just take a deep breath and enjoy all this gorgeous fall foliage. Iâm going to get you there without incident, I promise.â
Katie knew better than pretty much anyone how much flying tended to stress you out. The two of you had been attached at the hip since the first day of kindergarten. Your friendship had survived all the ups and down of adolescence, boy drama, the separation of going to colleges hundreds of miles apart, heartache, loss, and so much more. She was truly the sister you never had, and you couldnât be more grateful to have her in your life. Even now that you were living in San Diego, and Katie and her husband had moved to Fredericksburg, Virginia for Joshâs job, nothing could keep the two of you apart.
Using a little bit of the vacation time youâd accumulated at work, youâd taken a long weekend to fly out and surprise Katie for her and Joshâs housewarming party. It had been months since you had seen your best friend in person, and the two of you had spent the past few days acting like a couple of high schoolers, staying up all night eating junk food and keeping poor Josh awake with your loud and hysterical fits of laughter.
You hadnât realized just how lonely youâd been, all by yourself in San Diego, until youâd witnessed up close how cozy and happy Katieâs life in Virginia was.
It wasnât that you were jealous of Katie, not by any means. She and Josh had met in college, and you were thrilled that your best friend in the whole world had found her person, the one who was going to be there to hold her hand through life and love her through every up and every down. You had even shed a few happy tears when Katie had confided in you this past weekend that she and Josh were finally trying for a baby.
You werenât jealous, but you desperately longed for what she had. While Katie and Josh had been happily in love since sophomore year, your love life had been decidedly marked by one failed relationship after another. The most painful of which had been your last boyfriend, Andrew. That breakup had been what had propelled you to accept the job offer that had taken you to San Diego almost a year ago.
âScrew Andrew!â Katie had told you as sheâd helped you pack up your entire life into a few suitcases and boxes. âYouâre headed to the Hottie Capital of America!â
âI must have missed that moniker on the travel brochures,â you responded dryly, although it was the first time youâd felt the urge to laugh in weeks.
âUm, hello, missy. Itâs literally called âFightertown USA,ââ Katie said, stopping what she was doing to turn and face you, hands on her hips. âYouâre going to end up with some sexy fighter pilot, and I am literally going to wither away with envy,â she giggled, winking at you.
âYeah, right,â you smiled despite yourself, nudging her playfully.
âItâs true,â Katie sighed, feigning dramatics as she draped a hand across her forehead and swooned onto your bed. âI can see it now. Youâre going to make the cutest little Marine or Navy wife.â
And yet, for all of Katieâs confidence, there you were, a whole year later, just as single as you had been when youâd first arrived in Fightertown.
It wasnât to say you were completely on your own. Youâd made some really good friends at work, and you got along with all of your neighbors. Youâd even gone on a few dates with some guys from North Island. But none that ever went anywhere.
Spending the weekend with Katie and Josh, being reminded of just how in love the two of them were, made you wonder if it was ever going to be your turn.
âYou okay?â Katie asked, breaking your silent reverie as she took the exit leading towards the airport in Charlottesville. It wasnât necessarily the closest airport, but it was the only one for today that offered the flight you needed to get back home. âYou seem so quiet.â
âHm? Oh, yeah,â you nodded distractedly, smiling as you took another sip of your iced coffee. âJust a little tired, I guess.â
How could you possibly tell your best friend that seeing her happiness caused an ache inside your chest that hurt like nothing else youâd ever known? You couldnât. It made you feel guilty enough just to admit it to yourself.
âFeeling a little nervous about your flight?â she pressed, reaching for her own iced coffee as the car came to a halt at a red light. âI know itâs long, and you hate connecting flights, but I stuck some Benadryl packets in your bag, if that helps at all. It sucks that you have such a hard time sleeping on planes.â
Smiling, you leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to her cheek. What had you ever done to deserve such a good friend? And there you were, lamenting about all the things she had that you didnât.
âYouâre the best,â you told her sincerely, giving her shoulder a small squeeze. âIâm so glad I was able to get down here this weekend.â
Katie beamed brightly, reaching up to squeeze your hand before placing hers back on the steering wheel. âYouâre telling me. It was the best surprise ever. Iâm just sad I canât keep you here longer.â
âIâll be back soon,â you promised, trying to mentally calculate when you might be able to get time off from work again.
âMaybe you can come down for Christmas this year?â Katie suggested hopefully, glancing over at you with her big green eyes.
âMaybe,â you nodded, twisting your bracelet once more as you saw the signs for the airport approaching. âOr maybe I can fly you and Josh out to San Diego.â
âOh, yes! Christmas on the beach? Sounds perfect,â Katie grinned, looking out for the sign for departing flights.
All too soon, Katie was pulling up in front of the Delta terminal where your flight would be taking off in just a few hours.
âSee? Only 7:11! I got you here ahead of your insane schedule, even with the stop for coffee,â your best friend teased, a twinkle in her eye as she indicated the time on the dashboard.
âYeah, yeah,â you waved her off, laughing out loud as she swatted your hand jokingly.
The two of you climbed out of the car to grab your luggage from the trunk. Youâd done your best to pack lightly, which was never an easy task for you, even just for a weekend trip. But somehow, youâd managed to squeeze everything you needed into a carry-on bag. Well, that and a giant duffel that you were claiming was a purse.
âUgh, goodbyes make me crazy,â Katie shook her head, clearly trying to hide the tears that were brimming in her eyes, which caused tears to spring to your eyes as the two of you reached for each other.
âI love you so much,â you told her, squeezing her tightly as she rocked you back and forth in her arms. âIâll call you when I land.â
âText me when you get to your gate,â she said, pulling back and taking your hands in hers. âAnd let me know if there are any cuties on your flight,â she added with a grin, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
âI doubt Iâm going to bag any cuties looking like this,â you countered sarcastically, indicating the yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt youâd donned that morning, as well as the messy bun youâd thrown your hair into.
âShut up, youâre gorgeous no matter what,â Katie scolded you, swatting you on the butt. âNow get going. We wouldnât want you being late or anything like that,â she joked.
You laughed as well, though your heart ached a bit as you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and began turning towards the doors of the terminal.
âLove you! Talk to you soon!â Katie called out, waving and blowing kisses.
You threw one more wave your best friendâs way, then disappeared inside the terminal, which was already fairly crowded despite the early hour.
As expected, despite the fact that youâd taken pains to get there early and make sure you were on top of everything, the unlucky cloud that seemed to follow you whenever you flew made its appearance once again.
You of course ended up on the slowest moving line at security, only to be heavily questioned by the TSA agent who seemed to be under the impression that you looked nothing like the photo on your driverâs license. Then, when you finally got to the security scanners, you set off the metal detector and had to be publicly groped by another sour-faced TSA agent. As if that wasnât bad enough, your suitcase was ârandomly selectedâ for extra testing and security checks.
Katie may have loved to tease you about it, but this was precisely the reason why you always left as early as you did to get to the airport.
By the time you were finally rolling your suitcase towards your gate, you were feeling more frazzled than ever. Naturally, the gate had changed since your boarding pass had been printed, and now you had to trek halfway across the airport to find the new one.
You wondered what it felt like to be one of those lucky travelers whose gate was right at the center of the terminal, right near all the restaurants and shops. It had never been you. Without fail, no matter where or when you were flying, your gate always ended up being at the farthest corner of the terminal.
When you finally arrived, triple checking that the gate number matched your flight information, you let out a heavy sigh as you grabbed an open seat at the end of the row. To your surprise, you found that you were seated right next to an open outlet. You never got that lucky.
Turns out, you really did never get that lucky. When you plugged your phone in, you found that it wasnât charging. Evidently, the outlet was open because it didnât actually work.
Muttering under your breath, you unplugged your charger and threw it back into your duffel bag. At least your phone was still on 74%. Youâd much prefer to have it fully charged, but this would do until you could charge it on the plane.
Glancing down, you realized that you had missed a text from Katie.
At the gate yet???
Rolling your shoulders back and getting more comfortable in your seat, you opened up the message so that you could send a quick response.
Just got here. Youâd think I was on the No Fly List with how long it took me to get here.
Katie must have made good time getting home, because it wasnât long before your phone was buzzing with another text.
đđđ Get yourself a drink!
Katie, itâs not even 9amâŚ
So? A mimosa then!
You laughed, shaking your head. A mimosa didnât actually sound like such a bad idea right now. Neither did a large iced coffee. But now that youâd finally made it to your gate, you didnât feel like dragging all your stuff with you across the terminal once again. And you didnât feel comfortable leaving your things behind, unattended or even in the care of a stranger. Maybe youâd just order one on the plane.
When your phone buzzed again in your lap, you looked down and saw that it was another text from Katie.
Any cuties to share that mimosa with???
You were about to text her back that right now, the only cuties you could see were an adorable four-year-old and an elderly couple who must have been in their eighties when suddenly, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in your life appeared, as if out of thin air. You were suddenly glad you didnât have a mimosa or an iced coffee in hand, for you were certain that you would have spit it out in shock upon seeing this guy.
Jaw hanging open and eyes widening, your brain was too fuzzy from lack of sleep to remind you that it was wholly inappropriate and rude to stare.
He truly had to be the hottest man you had ever seen up close in real life. Tall, with broad, thick shoulders and a muscular build. His hair was a golden brown that looked like it was touched frequently by the sunâas did his skin, which was an amusing combination of both tan and pink, as though he should have applied just a pinch more sunscreen than he had. Most surprising of all was the mustache that made your stomach do a strange little flip. You usually werenât all that attracted to facial hair of any sort, and most guys couldnât pull off the mustaches they tried to sport, but this particular mustache was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. And somehow, despite not knowing this man from a hole in the wall, you couldnât imagine him without it. It was like it was a part of his DNA.
Thankfully, he was still staring down at his boarding pass, so he hadnât noticed your intense scrutiny. Coming to your senses, you closed your mouth and quickly averted your gaze, your cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. How mortifying. Imagine if he had looked over and caught you staring at him, gaping like a fish out of water?
Still, despite your self-consciousness at the thought of getting caught, you couldnât help but steal another glance in his direction, this time out of the corner of your eye. He looked even taller this time around. It probably had something to do with the way he carried himself, an easy confidence pouring off him. This man knew he was hot stuff, of that you were sure. But there was also something unassuming about him, something quiet and almost humble. He was dressed in a pair of dark sweatpants and an old UVA T-shirt, nothing fancy or flashy. Somehow, however, he managed to pull it off even better than a three-piece suit.
You were startled out of your observations when your phone buzzed again. It was Katie, emphasizing her last message impatiently.
Do you have some kind of magic powers that I was unaware of to make hotties appear out of nowhere? Right when you texted me, the hottest guy Iâve ever seen walked up to my gate.
âźď¸âźď¸ GO TALK TO HIM!!! âźď¸âźď¸
At the mere suggestion of going to talk to that guy, your stomach erupted into butterflies. Looking up once again, you saw that he had evidently confirmed he was at the right gate, and had settled down in a seat a couple rows over, facing away from you. God, even the back of his head was handsome.
Are you crazy? This guy is seriously the most gorgeous man Iâve ever seen. I look like a homeless lady that wandered in off the street. I am NOT talking to him!
Your phone buzzed angrily a moment later.
Will you shut up before I drive back there to hit you upside the head?! YOU are gorgeous!!! Who cares if you have no make-up on and your hairâs in a messy bun? Itâs called airplane chic! Youâre still completely stunning. He would be LUCKY to have a girl as hot as you want to talk to him!
Chewing your bottom lip, you looked up again, trying not to be obvious as your eyes slowly wandered over the people at your gate, until they landed on him once more. He was on the phone this time, having an animated conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. Occasionally, he would turn slightly in your direction and you could catch a glimpse of his side profile.
Damn, this man was seriously perfect from every angle.
âAlright, Mav, Iâll see you when I land,â you heard him sayânot that you were trying to eavesdropâbefore he hung up the phone and dropped it back onto his lap.
It was then that you noticed his phone was plugged into the outlet next to his seat.
Maybe this could be your opportunity? You could casually walk over and see if there were any other open outlets near his. Perhaps you could even make a joke about how it was just your luck that the outlet near your seat wasnât working. Maybe heâd laugh and tell you some horror story from his travel experiences and the two of you would end up talking until you exchanged numbers. Maybe there was some tiny, infinitesimal chance that this stunning man would actually be charmed by you and possibly even the teensiest bit interested.
Or maybe you would just remain rooted to your seat, terrified to move as you stared at the back of his head.
You were already anticipating the text from Katie when your phone buzzed once again.
The reason youâre not answering me better be because youâre in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Hottie from your gate!!!
Biting down on your lip, you turned your phone over, not knowing how to tell your best friend that you were too much of a chicken to get out of your seat and approach this guy.
At that moment, however, you were suddenly saved, at least somewhat, when a member of the flight crew announced that they were about to begin boarding. Forgetting about Katieâs texts and the hot guy sitting several feet away from you for a moment, you began gathering together all your belongings, making sure you hadnât forgotten anything.
When your boarding group was called, you did one final sweep around your seat, securing the strap of your duffel bag up on your shoulder and wrapping one hand around the handle of your carry-on before making your way to the line extending from the counter.
As you stepped up behind the elderly couple youâd noticed earlier, your boarding pass slipped out of your hand, floating through the air despite your best attempt to reach for it, and landing somewhere behind you.
Turning to find it, you nearly collided with the tall wall of man behind you, who was bending at the same time to grab it off the floor.
âOh!â you gasped, startled to find that Mr. Hottie, as Katie had dubbed him, was not only standing behind you in line, but was also holding your boarding pass in his hand, glancing down at it.
âSan Diego with a layover in Atlanta, huh?â he grinned, glancing from the boarding pass up to your face. Unsurprisingly, he had a beautiful set of whiskey-colored eyes that made your stomach do the same strange little flip that his mustache had induced. Oh, and up close, the mustache was even sexier.
âOh, um, yeah,â you nodded dumbly, your tongue suddenly feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds as your brain short-circuited and couldnât come up with a single worthwhile thing to say.
âGlad to know Iâm not the only one,â Mr. Hottie went on, holding your boarding pass out to you. âLooks like weâve got a long day of flying ahead of us.â
Mouth hanging open, you slowly reached out and took the boarding pass from him, trying frantically to think of somethingâanythingâto say. He was flying to San Diego, too? You were on the same exact flight? Including the same layover?
âIâIââ
âHey, the line's moving!â someone from the back called out, sounding annoyed.
Turning back over your shoulder, you were mortified to see that the elderly couple in front of you had disappeared and you were, in fact, holding up the line.
âOh, um, Iâm sorry,â you mumbled, ducking your head as you clutched your boarding pass and reached out for your carry-on. âThanks again for grabbing this for me,â you told Mr. Hottie, waving your boarding pass slightly before turning and practically running towards the counter.
With his long stride, he caught up to you in no time, his smile friendly and warm as the two of you joined the line of people waiting to board the airplane.
âYou werenât holding anyone up,â he whispered down to you, as if it was some special secret the two of you were sharing. âI donât know what that guy was in such a rush for. To move from that line to this one? Weâre all getting out of here at the same time.â
You smiled at his words, feeling comforted by his reassurance. âYeah, I guess youâre right. Some people are just always in a hurry.â
The two of you were quiet after that, and you wondered if that would be the end of the conversation. You were casting around for anything else you could talk about when he suddenly asked you, âSo are you leaving home or heading home?â
Your heart fluttered at his question. If he didnât want to keep talking, he wouldnât have asked that, right?
âHeading home,â you told him, fiddling shyly with your bracelet. You laughed softly. âItâs still kind of weird saying that. Iâve only been in San Diego for about eleven months.â
He raised his eyebrow, one corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. âYeah? Well, I know Iâm a little late, but welcome to Fightertown. I hope itâs been treating you well.â
âOh, it has been,â you nodded, making sure to pay attention to when the people in front of you began moving forward. âI take it youâre heading home then, too?â
âI am,â he grinned, shouldering the backpack he was carrying with him. âWell, actually, Iâm kind of leaving home and heading home,â he amended. At your curious look, he explained, âIâm from Virginia originally, but I live in San Diego now. I guess you could say Iâm a transplant, just like you,â he added with a chuckle. âAre you from Virginia, too?â
âNew York, actually,â you told him, as the two of you followed the flow of people towards the plane. âBut my best friend and her husband moved to Fredericksburg recently, so I was spending the weekend with them.â
âAh, thatâs a nice area,â he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced down at you with a smile. At your unspoken question, he said, âI was actually down for a reunion weekend at my school. I went to UVA.â
âI gathered,â you replied teasingly, indicating his T-shirt.
Glancing downward, he shook his head and laughed. âAlmost forgot I threw this on when I woke up. Trying to get to the airport on time is a real pain, isnât it?â
âAbsolutely,â you agreed with a laugh, adjusting your hold on your duffel bag. âFlying is definitely one of my least favorite modes of transportation.â
âHmm, I donât know if Iâd say that,â he said in reply, an amused look on his face.
Before you could ask him what was so funny, however, you were being welcomed aboard the plane by the stewardesses, who were all smiling and indicating that they expected you to keep moving down the aisle.
Your heart dropped slightly at the abrupt end to your conversation. Now the two of you were going to go to your separate seats, and heâd probably forget all about you. It was one thing to make idle conversation with a stranger while on line, but you doubted he had any real interest in continuing the conversation beyond that.
Sighing softly, you rolled your suitcase down the aisle, pausing every now and then as the people in front of you put their bags in the overhead bins and got themselves sorted. When you finally reached Row 22, you stopped and looked back at Mr. Hottie with an apologetic smile.
âSorry, this is me. Iâll just be a minute,â you told him, pushing down the handle of your carry-on.
âNo worries, this is me,â he grinned, indicating Row 21. âI even snagged the window seat,â he added with a wink.
Your mouth went dry. He had the window seat of Row 21. You had the window seat of Row 22. He was sitting directly in front of you.
âHere, let me help you with that,â he said, reaching for your carry-on bag and easily hefting it above his head, sliding it into the overhead bin for you. âDo you need me to put this one up there, too?â he asked, pointing towards your duffel bag.
âOh, no, itâs okay,â you shook your head, holding onto the strap of your bag. âIâm going to keep this one with me. Thanks a lot,â you smiled, not even noticing the line of disgruntled people that was beginning to form behind the two of you.
âNo problem,â he smiled, starting to slide into his row with his backpack still on his back. âHave a great flight.â
âYou, too,â you replied, a little sadly, as you crawled into your row, doing your best to ignore the annoyed looks some people were throwing your way.
Needless to say, it was just your luck that the impatient man from the boarding line ended up sitting right beside you. You tried to smile at him, but he just grunted and put his headphones on, completely ignoring you.
Fine by you. Pulling your phone out, you found that you had a whole new series of texts from Katie, demanding to know exactly what was happening.
On the plane now. We should be taking off soon. I talked a little bit to Mr. Hottie. Are you happy?
It didnât take long at all for her to respond. You could imagine that she had been sitting by her phone, waiting eagerly for your message.
Eeeee, yes, very! What did you guys talk about? Are you sitting near each other on the plane? Did you exchange numbers??? Send me a picture!!!
You laughed softly to yourself as you tried your best to answer all the questions your excited friend had asked you.
Just small talk. Heâs actually flying home to San Diego, too. He went to UVA and was there for a reunion weekend. We did not exchange numbers and Iâm not going to be a creepy stalker and take a picture of him, but he actually is sitting in the seat right in front of me.
OMG, ITâS FATE!!! So he has the same layover and everything??? And heâs FROM San Diego?! Babe, this is the guy for you!!! Youâve got to keep talking to him!
How would you suggest I do that? Just tap him on the shoulder and whisper into his ear the whole time?
Itâs only a couple hours to Atlanta, and then youâll have the layover, and then another four and half hours to San Diego. You could practically be engaged by the time you land! Just slip him a little note or something. Give him your number!
Your stomach was doing somersaults at the mere thought. Between the two of you, Katie had always been the more outgoing one. She would have no problem slipping a note with her phone number on it to a complete stranger, putting herself out there for the possibility of rejection and utter humiliation. You, on the other hand, preferred to play it safe. It was much more comfortable that way. And sure, maybe youâd never met your Josh the way Katie had, but at least youâd never been hurt too badly, right?
Unbidden, you thought of Andrew and felt bile rise in your throat.
Luckily, you were saved from having to answer Katie right away when the cabin crew made the announcement that it was time to shut down all electronics. Switching your phone onto airplane mode, you slipped it into the front pocket of your duffel bag and took a deep breath, buckling your seatbelt and closing your eyes.
Takeoff was your least favorite part of any flight. When you were a little girl, your parents used to make funny faces and sing silly songs to distract you from your terror. Even now as an adult who was flying all on her own, you still tried to remember the sound of their voices as the plane began its ascent.
It didnât take too long before you were finally cruising at 18,000 feet and the captain turned off the seatbelt sign. Since you were a Delta SkyMiles member, you got free Wi-Fi on all your flights, so you immediately reached to turn your phone back on to let Katie know you had taken off safely.
As soon as your phone connected with the Wi-Fi, it was instantly flooded with a slew of text messages. A couple were from some of your friends back in San Diego, wishing you a safe and easy flight, but most were from your crazy best friend.
Donât think you can use being on a plane as an excuse not to answer my texts!
I know youâre a SkyMiles member and you can see these messages!
You better answer me!!!
Shaking your head, you quickly tapped out a quick message in response.
Took off safely. Thinking of watching a movie before we land in Atlanta. Youâre crazy and I am not slipping him a note.
Your phone was blessedly quiet for the next several minutes, and part of you hoped that Katie had given up this ridiculous notion. Knowing her as long as you had, however, you should have figured that wouldnât be the case.
Whatâs the worst that could happen? He doesnât answer you? The two of you never talk again? Youâve never seen this guy before in your life, and the chances are good that youâll never see him again after this. So if you put yourself out there and it doesnât work out, who cares? At least you tried. And sure, it might be a little embarrassing at first, but like I said, youâll never have to see him again. But what if you thought about it the other way around? What if it DOES work out? What if this could be the start of something great? Would you really just want to walk away, wondering what could have been and regretting that you didnât take a chance? You deserve to be loved so, so, SO much! And I know that you have so much love to give! This guy would be lucky if you chose him. Just give it a try, will you? For me? Please! You canât see it, but Iâm giving my best puppy dog face right now. And sending you all the best vibes! You can do this! I love you! âĽď¸
You groaned at your best friendâs heartfelt message. How could you possibly say no to that? You knew Katie just wanted the best for you, and she wanted you to be happy. You wanted to be happy, too. What if she was right? What if this was your chance? Would you be a fool to just walk away from it without even trying? Like Katie said, at least if you tried, you could say youâd done all you could. And if it didnât work, then Mr. Hottie just wasnât the one for you. No harm, no foul.
You were starting to feel like you might need to make use of the vomit bag tucked securely in the seat pocket in front of you when the stewardess stopped at your row to offer you all snacks and beverages. You gratefully accepted a can of ginger ale and a packet of pretzels, nibbling on them slowly in an attempt to settle your roiling stomach.
You were being an idiot. There was no reason to be so dramatic about all this. You could write a quick note and pass it up to him, then pretend it had never happened. Seriously, what was the worst that was going to happen? He was going to get up and make an announcement over the loudspeaker that the girl sitting in 22A was a pathetic, lonely loser? You doubted that very much.
Before you could lose your nerve, you reached into the front pocket of your duffel bag and pulled out the pen you always kept there. Turns out, it really did come in handy. Mercifully, the grumpy man beside you was already snoring, so you could write your note in peace without being worried about him seeing what you were doing.
Hand shaking slightly, you penned a quick letter to the handsome, charming man in 21A.
Hi there. I realized in all our talking that I never caught your name. But it might be good to know, seeing how weâre layover buddies and all. Hope youâre enjoying the flight so far.
You signed your name at the bottom, and then took a deep breath, reading over what you had written on the back of your Delta napkin. It sounded impossibly stupid, but youâd come this far and you werenât going to turn back now. What was it that people on the internet were always saying? Something about shooting your shot?
Breathing through your nose to avoid getting sick, you reached out a trembling finger and lightly tapped the broad shoulder that you saw peeking out from the seat in front of you. You suddenly realized that he may have been asleep and panicked at the thought of waking him up, but he shifted immediately at your touch and you could tell that he was turning towards you.
Not wanting to meet his eye, you immediately thrust your napkin into the small open space between your seats and the windows, silently praying that he would take it from you instead of laughing in your face.
A second later, you felt his large fingers brush against yours as he took your little note, shifting in his seat once more so that he was facing front again.
What had you just done? Oh, God, there was still another hour left to go on this flight, then a layover, and another four and half hours to San Diego. True, you would never have to see him again after you landed in California, but that was still a lot of time left to have to be in proximity to him if all of this blew up in your face.
You were just about ready to launch yourself out of one of the emergency exits when you suddenly looked up and realized that there was a small white napkin hovering above your head.
Mr. Hottie in 21A was reaching back with your note in hand. Your stomach plummeted and your face and neck grew warm with shame at the thought of him returning the letter youâd written him, until you noticed the red ink on the back of it.Â
Youâd written your note in black ink.
Slowly reaching out, you took the napkin from his hand, your fingers brushing against each other once more. His were large and warm and calloused and made goosebumps rise on your arm.
Pulse beating rapidly, you turned over the napkin to see the response he had written on the back. His handwriting was a bit messy, more of a scrawl than anything, but it made you smile to look at it.
What was I thinking, not properly introducing myself to my layover buddy? Hope you can forgive me. My name is Bradley. I donât suppose thereâs any chance youâve got some Wi-Fi on this flight, do you? If you do, feel free to text me. We seem to be dangerously low on napkins.
At the bottom, heâd written his cell phone number.
Pressing a hand over your mouth, it took everything in you to swallow back the squeal of delight that rose up your throat. It worked! Katieâs silly plan had actually worked! Oh, she was going to gloat about this forever when you told her.
Beaming brightly, you pulled out your cell phone. As much as you loved her, Katie could wait right now. You had an extremely gorgeous layover buddy to get in touch with.
Typing his number into your cell phone, you opened up a new message and contemplated what to say for a moment.
Layover buddies who both just so happen to have some inflight Wi-Fi? Clearly itâs meant to be.
You hoped the message came across as cute and flirty instead of desperate and weird as you hit send, anxiously waiting to see if he would reply.
It took only a moment before your phone buzzed, Bradleyâs name lighting up your screen.
Layover buddies who both just so happen have some inflight Wi-Fi AND spring for the window seats? Obviously itâs meant to be!
You smiled and were about to think up a reply when another message suddenly came though.
Oh, and to answer your noteâIâm enjoying the flight a lot more now.
The butterflies went crazy in your stomach as you wrote back to him.
Me, too. And thatâs saying a lot, considering the four-year-old behind me hasnât stopped kicking my seat since we boarded.
Bradley only took seconds to reply.
Oof, thatâs rough. If I could switch seats with you, I would. But I have to admit that Iâm very happy that youâre not kicking my seat.
Wouldnât be too sure about that, you sent back teasingly before lightly nudging his seat with your foot.
Hey! I thought we were friends!
Weâll see đ
You and Bradley went back and forth like that for the entire remainder of your flight to Atlanta, the banter light and easy as you teased and joked with each other. You even ended up playing a game of 20 Questions, in which you learned, among other things, that Bradleyâs favorite color was red, he once broke his arm when he was seven years old, and he absolutely despised peas.
As the captain announced that you would soon begin preparing for your final descent, you shot off a quick message to Katie, who you had woefully neglected during your conversation with Bradley.
I owe you one. The pep talk and the plan actually workedâIâm texting Mr. Hottie as we speak! Update you soon. Weâre about to land in Atlanta.
Just as you sent the message off to your friend, another text from Bradley arrived.
Looks like weâre going to have to turn off our phones, layover buddy. Iâll see you when we land. Food? Iâm starving.
Grinning, you had to pinch yourself to check that this wasnât some sort of elaborate dream.
Same. Iâll race you for some french fries.
Youâre on.
When the plane finally landed and the captain turned off the seatbelt sign, everyone practically jumped out of their seats in a mad dash to see who could be the first to get their belongings out of the overhead bins. Since you and Bradley were in the window seats, you took your time, knowing you werenât getting off the plane anytime soon.
You were surprised, however, when he suddenly popped his head over the back of his seat, grinning down at you. âGood thing our next flight doesnât leave for a couple hours yet,â he said, indicating the crowd with a good-natured grin that made your heart melt.
You had almost been starting to think youâd exaggerated just how good-looking he was, but nope. He really was that hot.
âPlenty of time to grab those fries,â you laughed, smiling up at him.
When you and Bradley were finally able to step out into the aisle, he opened the bin above your head and reached for your suitcase.
âLet me take care of this for you,â he said, lowering it to the ground and lifting the handle so that he could wheel it up the aisle.
âOh, you donât have to,â you insisted, not wanting him to think that you expected him to carry your things for you.
âHey, what are layover buddies for?â he winked, leading the way off the plane.
Once the two of you were standing face to face in the middle of the airport terminal, you began to feel a little shy and self-conscious again. It had been easy to talk to Bradley via text, but now that you were gazing up at his handsome face again, you suddenly found yourself getting just as tongue-tied as before.
Bradley seemed to sense your nerves because he smiled warmly at you, his demeanor just as open and friendly as it had been the entire time youâd known him.
âHow about we hunt down those fries?â he suggested, waiting until you smiled and nodded before turning and guiding you towards the main concourse.
The two of you ended up finding a quick and easy little fast food counter, where you ordered a couple burgers, a large order of fries, and some vanilla milkshakes with whipped cream and cherries. As soon as it became clear that Bradley was going to pay for both your meals, you tried to argue and insist on paying your share, but he wouldnât hear it.
âMy mom raised a gentleman, and she would kill me if she thought I was even thinking of letting my layover buddy pay for her lunch,â he told you, winking playfully as he handed his credit card to the employee behind the counter.
You took your suitcase from Bradley as he balanced the tray with your food in his hands, leading you to an empty table towards the end of the concourse.
âYour mom must be very proud of you, Iâm sure,â you grinned, reaching eagerly for a fry and popping it into your mouth. âDid you get to see her while you were in Virginia?â
Bradley smiled, though his eyes suddenly looked a little sad. âYeah. Yeah, you could say that.â
Deciding not to press the matter, you instead turned the attention to his college reunion. That led to the two of you happily swapping stories about your time in college, which landed you on the subject of what you do now.
âA naval aviator? Really? And a TOPGUN graduate? Thatâs very impressive,â you gushed, mentally picturing him in a flight suit. Youâd gone on a couple dates with some naval aviators from North Island, but none as handsome or as charming as Bradley. You suddenly groaned and covered your face with your hand when you remembered what youâd said to him right before boarding the plane. âSo thatâs what you meant when I was saying that flying isnât my favorite mode of transportation,â you murmured, feeling a little embarrassed.
Bradley threw his head back and laughed at that, looking genuinely amused. âHey, I get it. Flying isnât for everybody. Trust me, some days I wish I had just opted for a desk job,â he grinned, his muscles flexing as he stretched in his seat. âBut thereâs nothing quite like it, when youâre the one doing the flying. Maybe one day I can take you up in the air and change your mind.â
He looked across the table at you and held your gaze, and you felt sure in that moment that you would have promised him anything he asked.
âSo whatâs your call sign then?â you asked with a smile, resting your cheek in your hand as you looked into his eyes.
âOh, you know about that, huh?â he chuckled, the tips of his ears turning pink. âWell, uh, they call me Rooster.â
You had a feeling he expected you to laughâmaybe other girls in the past hadâbut you just grinned brightly in response. âI like it,â you said simply. âIt suits you.â
He let out a small breath and smiled in return. âThank you. My dadâs call sign was Goose. So I guess it runs in the family.â
âYour dad is in the Navy, too?â you asked curiously, lifting your milkshake and taking a sip.
Bradley cleared his throat slightly, looking down at his lap. âHe was. He died in a training accident at TOPGUN when I was two.â
You sucked in a breath at your own carelessness and looked across at Bradley with empathy glowing in your eyes. âOh, Bradley,â you murmured softly, reaching out and resting a hand over his. âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs okay,â he replied gently, a small smile on his face as he placed his other hand over yours. âBut thank you.â He was quiet for a moment before he went on. âIt was just me and my mom for a while, back home in Virginia. But she got sick when I was in high school, and she passed away my senior year.â
âBradley,â you breathed out sadly, your heart breaking for him. You winced when you thought of what heâd said before, about seeing his mom while he was in Virginia.
âShe and my dad are buried in my hometown, where I grew up. I go to see them at the cemetery whenever Iâm back in town,â he explained, as if reading your thoughts.
âIâm sure that means a lot to them, and that theyâre smiling down on you always,â you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand lightly.
He smiled up at you, the sadness in his expression lifting slightly. âI like to think so. I think theyâd like you a lot,â he added, then looked away. He suddenly seemed embarrassed.
The two of you sat back, disentangling your hands as you sat in mildly awkward silence for a moment or two.
âWhat about your parents?â Bradley asked, clearly looking for a way to change the subject. âDo they still live in New York?â
It was your turn to look sad now. âWell, we actually have a lot in common, Bradley. Only I guess my story is sort of in reverse. My mom passed away when I was six years old. She got in a car accident on her way home from work. And my dad passed when I was a freshman in college. Lung cancer.â
âShit,â Bradley muttered, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât haveââ
âItâs okay,â you cut him off, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. âYou couldnât have known. And it feels kind of nice talking about it with someone who I know understands. You know what I mean?â
âYeah,â Bradley nodded, his expression serious as his dark eyes rested on your face. âYeah, I do.â
You and Bradley sat in companionable silence as you finished your meals, then checked to see how much time you had before your connecting flight.
âI guess we should start making our way over to the gate,â you suggested, glancing at the time on your phone. You had about ten text messages from Katie, but you were too embarrassed to open them anywhere near Bradley.
Bradley nodded in agreement, wordlessly taking the handle of your suitcase and leading you back across the concourse.
âHey, we got so distracted talking about my job that I never even asked what you do,â he suddenly realized once the two of you were seated at your gate, both your phones charging in a nearby outlet.
âOh, yeah,â you smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair that had escaped your bun behind your ear. âFunny enough, I actually work for the Midway Museum,â you told him, glancing up at him, only to find that he was already gazing down at you.
âNo way! Guess weâre both stuck aboard aircraft carriers for work then,â he chuckled. âWhat do you do?â
âWell, my official title is digital content specialist,â you said, biting down on your lower lip. You felt like it always sounded a bit pretentious. âBasically, I help run the museumâs digital accountsâsocial media, their website, email blasts, things like that. My degree is in marketing and communications, so thatâs basically what I do.â
âThatâs amazing,â Bradley said, and you could tell that he genuinely meant it. Some guys just pretended to be interested in your job as a pretense for trying to get into your pants, but you could tell that Bradley actually cared about what you had to say. He was actually listening. âIs that what brought you out to San Diego?â
âIt is, actually. I had been applying to a few different places, and when I got word from the Midway that they were interested in hiring me, I thought that maybe it was the fresh start I needed,â you confessed.
âHas it been?â Bradley asked quietly.
âI think so,â you nodded slowly, absent-mindedly twisting your bracelet around your wrist. âItâs hard sometimes, being so far away from my best friend, Katieâthe one I was visiting. Sheâs pretty much the only family Iâve got left. But I like the life that Iâm building in San Diego.â
âThatâs good. Iâm glad to hear it,â Bradley smiled, his hand lightly brushing against yours as he shifted in his seat. He looked like he was about to say more when the flight crew called your boarding group.
âLooks like weâre going to be sitting near each other again, 21A,â you teased, glancing down at his boarding pass as the two of you rose and grabbed your phones.
âGlad to hear it, 22A,â he joked in return, holding up his phone and waving it back and forth. âAnd now my phone is fully charged for our trip back to San Diego, so let the texting commence.â
Giggling, you nodded as the two of you walked down the rampway side by side and made your way onto the plane and to your seats without incident. When you got there, however, you saw that there had been some confusion with a young family that looked to have four children under the age of eight. It seemed as though their tickets had gotten split up so that they werenât all sitting next to each other, and the mother was frantic.
âExcuse me, maâam?â Bradley asked, quickly taking stock of the situation. When the woman looked up at him, clearly stressed out and worried he was going to yell at her, he smiled comfortingly. âI was just going to say that, if youâd like, you can have my seat. Iâd be happy to take yours since it looks like itâs next to my friend here anyway. That way, we can all be comfortable and sit with the people we want to sit with.â
âOh, thank you!â the young mother exclaimed, looking ready to hug Bradley. âThank you!â
She and her husband quickly got their children settled, thanking Bradley a few more times for good measure, while he took your carry-on and set it in the overhead bin.
Once you had settled in your window seat, Bradley took the seat beside you, grinning impishly.
âLook at that. Now we donât even need to waste the Wi-Fi,â he murmured, nudging you playfully.
âThings just have a way of working out for us today, donât they?â you laughed, settling your duffel bag at your feet. âIâm just going to send a quick message to Katie, to let her know I made it onto my connecting flight,â you told him, reaching for your phone and quickly opening Katieâs messages so that Bradley wouldnât see them.
âGood idea, I should text Mav,â Bradley said, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. At your confused look, he explained, âMy godfather. Heâs also in the Navy, and he also just so happens to be stationed out in San Diego. Heâs going to pick me up at the airport.â
Nodding, you sent a brief text to your best friend, promising you would call her as soon as you got home, then settled in for the flight and tried to get as comfortable as possible.
As soon as you felt the plane jolt to life and begin taxing towards the runway, your chest grew tight and your grip on yours and Bradleyâs shared armrest started to turn your knuckles white.
âHey,â Bradley said softly, genuine concern in his voice as he glanced over and noticed how on edge you suddenly appeared. âYou alright?â
âIâm fine,â you lied, keeping your gaze fixed straight ahead on the screen in front of you, which was currently playing some Delta commercial that your brain could scarcely register.
âI think your death grip on our armrest would suggest otherwise,â he pressed gently, his tone remaining light and good-humored. âYou trying to take that thing with you?â
Startled, your nervous trance was broken and you glanced down to see what Bradley was talking about. Sure enough, your nails were digging into the armrest so intensely that you wouldnât have been surprised if they left little crescent-shaped marks in their wake.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you looked up at the man beside you ruefully. âOkay, truth be told, I get a little anxious during takeoff,â you confessed, biting your lip in embarrassment. He would probably think that was silly. He was a fighter pilot, after all. His day job involved flying multi-million dollar aircrafts for the military. And here you were, acting like a scaredy cat over a commercial Delta flight.
Bradleyâs eyes crinkled in a way that you found devastatingly charming as he smiled over at you. The look on his face was kind, without a single trace of mocking humor.
âWant to know a secret?â he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that his nose was nearly pressed against your cheek and you could feel his breath on your skin. âSo do I.â
âYouâre kidding,â you scoffed, shooting him a skeptical look. He was probably just trying to be nice. âBut youâre a naval aviator!â
âYeah, but Iâm not the one flying this plane, am I?â he retorted with a lopsided grin. âItâs hard to put the reins in someone elseâs hands. So I understand being nervous. Hell, I still get a little nervous sometimes when Iâm flying an F-18. Just donât tell anyone I said that,â he added, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
âOh, of course not,â you giggled, smiling over at him. Glancing out the window, you realized that his conversation had distracted you so much, you hadnât even noticed that the plane had finished its approach towards the runway and was officially waiting for takeoff.
Some of your nerves returned, and you gripped the armrest once more, but this time, you felt Bradleyâs large, yet gentle fingers close over yours. Surprised, you turned your head sharply and instantly met his gaze. It was direct and disconcertingly open as he looked deeply into your eyes.
âItâs okay,â he assured you in a low voice, squeezing your fingers comfortingly. âWeâre going to be okay.â
âMy parents used to sing to me during takeoff,â you found yourself blurting out suddenly, your cheeks growing warm at the admission. âI can remember my mom doing it when I was a little girl, and my dad used to do it for me even when I was in high school,â you explained shyly, lowering your eyes to your lap.
At that moment, your stomach dropped as the plane suddenly began hurtling forward, seeking enough momentum to become airborne.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to recall the sound of your parentsâ voices in order to calm your racing heart. But a new voice suddenly entered the mix as you felt your newfound flying buddy lean across the armrest, his warm body pressing against your side as he sang quietly in your ear.
âYou shake my nerves and you rattle my brainâŚâ
Wait a second. You knew that song. Where did you know that song from?
âToo much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrillâŚâ
Yes, you definitely knew that song. It was on one of the records your parents used to play when you were a little girl. Was it Jerry Lee Lewis?
Gasping in recognition, you whisper-sang the next lyric in harmony with BradleyââGoodness gracious, great balls of fire!â
He laughed in delight when you began singing along, squeezing your hand with an affectionate grin. âAnd would you look at that,â he said, nodding towards the window. âWeâre airborne. Wasnât so bad, was it?â
Shocked, you followed his line of vision and were taken aback to see that you were already ascending into the clouds, leaving the city of Atlanta far behind. That had been one of the smoothest takeoff experiences youâd had inâwell, you couldnât even remember how long.
âI barely even noticed!â you exclaimed, focusing your attention back on Bradley. You smiled gratefully, your heart melting at the adorable puppy dog look on his face. âThank you, Bradley.â
You noticed at that moment that he still hadnât let go of your hand, and your pulse began to quicken, but this time for entirely different reasons.
âYouâre welcome,â he murmured in response, his voice low and suddenly husky. It did something to you, that deep, raspy voice of his. âHappy to do it.â He squeezed your hand gently once more, then slowlyâalmost hesitantlyâlet it go.
âI havenât heard that song in the longest time,â you told him, resting back against your seat. âMy parents used to listen to it.â
Bradley smiled slightly. âItâs the one song I can actually remember my dad singing. He loved to sing and play the piano. My mom had tons of home videos of him doing it. But that songâthat song I can actually remember hearing him sing, you know? I was so young when heâwellâI can remember that one. And thatâs why itâs my favorite to sing and play.â
âYou play the piano, too?â you asked, impressed. âWow, a man of many talents.â You nudged him playfully, a big smile on your face.
âIâll have to show you what I can do,â Bradley replied, winking.
Your stomach fluttered at the implication that he might actually want to see you again after today.
âIâd like that,â you admitted, ducking your head shyly. You suddenly felt much more aware of everything around you, particularly every inch of your muscular seatmate. Goodness, he really was huge, wasnât he? Chewing nervously on your bottom lip, you began fidgeting with your bracelet, tugging at it absent-mindedly.
âThatâs a pretty bracelet,â Bradley commented, pointing at it as he watched you twist it back and forth around your wrist. âA gift?â he asked lightly, his tone almost a little too casual.
âMhm,â you nodded, smiling fondly as you gazed down at it. You could still remember the day you opened it. âMy dad bought it for me as a present when I graduated high school. I never take it off.â
âAh,â Bradley nodded, appearing surprisingly relieved. He was quiet for a moment or two, looking like he was mulling over something. Then he turned towards you and asked, âSo, um, is there anybody waiting for you in San Diego? Anyone, uh, special, I mean?â he asked, his cheeks and his ears turning red as he rubbed the back of his neck.
You felt your own skin grow warm in response. Was Bradley asking if you had a boyfriend? And was he embarrassed about it? Just when you thought this man couldnât possibly charm you any more than he already had.
âNot unless you count my neighbor, Mrs. Flores. She really appreciates it when I walk her dog on the weekends,â you told him, your lips twitching as you tried to maintain a straight face.
Caught off guard by your response, Bradley let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth with one hand as he glanced down at you, eyes twinkling.
âIâm sure Mrs. Flores will be very happy to see you back again,â he nodded, tapping his fingers on his tray table.
The two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes until you finally glanced up and said, âI had actually just gotten out of a long-term relationship right before I moved to San Diego. It was kind of the catalyst for why I decided to take the job at the Midway Museum.â
âOh, really?â Bradley asked, eyebrows shooting up. Then he cleared his throat, shaking his head. âI mean, Iâm sorry to hear that. If itâs too personal, we donât have to talk about it.â
âNo, itâs okay,â you sighed, twirling your bracelet a few times as you thought back on your last failed relationship. Surprisingly, it didnât hurt as much as it normally did. Maybe time really did heal all wounds. You took a deep breath before you elaborated. âAndrew and I were together for four years. For a long time, I really thought he was the one. Katie was convinced that he was going to propose on our trip to Greece. It was a dream vacation for me. I had the whole thing planned out for months and months. And I really started to let myself believe that it was going to happen.â
Bradley sat quietly, watching you carefully as he attentively took in every word you uttered.
âWe were in Athens, and I had the whole day plannedâall these tours and museums. But Andrew insisted that he was too tired since we had just traveled from Rhodes, and he begged me to let him stay behind at the hotel. Being the idiot that I am, I thought that maybe he wanted to put the finishing touches on his big proposal. So I went on the tours by myself. But the last tour ended early, so I came back to our hotel room a little sooner than expected.â
Your throat began to tighten as the story continued, the pain of what had happened next eclipsed only by your embarrassment that Bradley would soon know how pitifully your last relationship had ended. Why had you brought all this up?
âIâll spare you all the details, but suffice it to say, I found Andrew in bed with one of the cocktail waitresses from the hotel bar. And to no oneâs surprise, there was no ring and he never had any intention of proposing. So I flew home from Greece minus a boyfriend and with very little remaining of my dignity. Leaving everything behind and starting fresh in San Diego seemed like a really good idea, so when the Midway contacted me, I jumped at the offer. And here I am,â you finished with a self-conscious laugh, shrugging your shoulders awkwardly.
Bradley didnât say anything at first, just continued to stare at you in a way that had you feeling distinctly exposed. Your fingers immediately went to your bracelet once again, nervously fidgeting and waiting for him to say something.
Reaching out, he placed his hand over yours and stilled your movements gently. âFirst of all,â he began slowly, looking directly into your eyes. It seemed as though he was peering directly into your soul. âAndrew is a complete and total loser. If he didnât know what he had in you, then he never deserved you to begin with. Itâs his loss, and trust me, heâll be regretting it for the rest of his life if he has even an ounce of sense.â His thumb brushed lightly against your knuckles, making your legs suddenly feel like Jell-O. âSecond of all, Iâm so sorry. You didnât deserve that, and I hope you know that the way that idiot treated you in no way says anything about you. Iâve only known you for a few hours, but I can see that that guy never deserved you to begin with.â
Feeling bashful, you lowered your head, trying to escape the intensity of Bradleyâs dark eyes. It didnât matter thoughâyou could still feel his gaze.
âYou donât have to say that,â you murmured, not wanting him to think you had just unloaded all of this on him for sympathy points.
âIâm not just saying it,â he insisted, his voice serious. âYouâre a special girl, and you deserve to be with someone who treats you that way.â
Someone like you?
The thought sprang unbidden to your mind, causing you to grow flustered. âThâthank you,â you stammered, worried for half a second that Bradley could actually read your mind.
You were saved from having to make any further comment in that moment when the stewardess suddenly appeared with the food cart, asking you if you wanted any snacks or beverages.
You opted for a Diet Coke and popcorn, while Bradley took a Sprite and a bag of potato chips.
âWhat do you say? A little toast to my new flight buddy?â Bradley suggested teasingly, holding his can of soda out towards you.
You couldnât help but smile, lightly tapping your can against his. âCheers to us,â you laughed, taking a small sip.
âTo us,â Bradley grinned. âYou know,â he went on, after taking a gulp of his Sprite, âif you ever want to think about getting your pilotâs license, Iâd be happy to have you as my wingmanâer, woman.â
You laughed aloud at the notion, shaking your head. âUm, did you already forget about how well I handled takeoff? Iâm not so sure anyone would trust me behind the controls of a plane.â
âI could teach you,â he shot back, waggling his eyebrows until you laughed again. âOr at the very least, take you up for a little joyride. Iâd make sure to keep you safe.â
Your heart warmed at his words, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to walk through life with this man, to have him be the one you came home to every day.
To have him be the one to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.
âI would like that,â you confessed, pushing your self-consciousness to the side as you looked into his eyes. âI would like that a lot.â
âSo would I,â Bradley replied, his expression earnest.
For the next hour or two, you and Bradley shared some of the snacks youâd packed in your duffel bag and talked about everything and nothing at the same time. You had never felt so instantly at ease with someone who had been a complete and total stranger just a few hours earlier. The fact that he had been in San Diego all this time, right under your nose, and that it had taken a flight home all the way from Virginia for you two to actually meet felt like more than just a coincidence. It felt like this was exactly where you were supposed to be.
At some point, you must have finally succumbed to your exhaustion and fallen asleep because when the captain announced that you were making your final descent into San Diego International Airport, you were lifting your head off Bradleyâs shoulder and blinking in confusion.
âHello there, sleepyhead,â Bradley grinned, wiping a hand down his face and rubbing the sleep out of his own eyes.
âHow long was I asleep?â you asked, stretching your arms over your head. âI never sleep on planes.â
âWell you definitely slept on this one. Iâd say you were probably out for at least an hour and a half,â he told you, running a hand through his hair, which made his sunkissed curls stand on end. âI nodded out, too. Guess we both needed it, huh?â
âYeah, guess so,â you nodded, smiling at him.
By the time you finally deplanedâafter Bradley, of course, had insisted on taking down your carry-on suitcase from the overhead bin and rolling it through the airport for youâyou were growing both eager and anxious with anticipation of what the end of your journey would look like.
You and Bradley technically already had each otherâs phone numbers, so should you say something about getting together? Would that seem too brazen? Should you just text him tomorrow and hope that whatever spark had been ignited during your travels today wouldnât be extinguished by the time you both got home?
All of those thoughts and more were running through your head as you and Bradley took the escalator down to baggage claim and the terminal exit.
âDo you, um, do you have somebody picking you up?â Bradley asked as the two of you stepped off the escalator. He stepped to the side to avoid the flow of the crowd, and you stepped with him. âMrs. Flores perhaps?â he added with a teasing spark in his eye.
âNo,â you giggled, shaking your head. âI was just planning to call an Uber.â
âNo need,â he said, his chest puffing out ever so slightly. âMav and I will give you a ride home. He should actually be here already,â he mumbled, almost to himself, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his messages.
âOh, you guys donât have to do that. I wouldnât want you going out of your way,â you hurried to tell him, noticing that Bradley still had his hand on the handle of your suitcase.
âWho says it would be going out of our way?â Bradley retorted with that impossibly charming smile of his. âUnless, of course, youâre more comfortable taking an Uber. I donât want to make you feel likeââ
âNo, no, youâre not,â you interrupted, wanting to make it clear to him that you appreciated the offer.
Seemingly at an impasse, the two of you just looked at each other and started laughing.
âI would love a ride, thank you. If itâs not too much trouble,â you told him.
âNever,â Bradley insisted. âBesides, you put up with me all day. I owe you.â
âI could say the same thing,â you grinned, reaching into the front pocket of your duffel bag and pulling out your cell phone. âIn the meantime, I should text Katie and let her know I landed safely and that you havenât abducted me or anything,â you teased jokingly.
Too late, you realized your mistake.
âAh, so you told Katie about me, huh?â Bradley smirked, looking just a tad too pleased with himself. âWhat did you say?â
âOh, um, nothing, just that I made a friend while traveling,â you stammered in humiliation, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire. âIâm just, um, Iâm going to step over there while you get your bag.â
âSure, sure,â he laughed, winking at you as he hurried over to the baggage carousel to search for his suitcase.
âOh my God, how stupid are you?â you muttered to yourself, mentally kicking yourself for your careless words as you sent off a quick message to your best friend to let her know you were alive.
A moment later, she texted you back.
YOU BETTER CALL ME THE MINUTE YOU GET HOME!!! I WANT EVERY. SINGLE. DETAIL!!!
Smiling, you dropped your phone back into your bag and looked up to see Bradley walking towards you, his suitcase in hand.
âReady to head out?â he asked with a smile, watching as you grabbed the handle of your carry-on and did one quick scan to make sure you hadnât dropped anything.
âReady,â you nodded, following him outside to where a slew of Ubers and other cars were waiting to pick up their passengers.
âThereâs Mav,â Bradley told you, pointing with his free hand towards the end of the pick-up line, where a handsome older man with dark hair and an easy smile was waving at you.
âYour godfather drives a Porsche?â you asked, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head at the sight of the vintage car. It was in pristine condition and you were certain it must have cost a small fortune.
âTechnically, itâs his fiancĂŠe, Pennyâs car, but she lets him drive it when heâs been good,â Bradley joked, resting a gentle hand on your back as he guided you through the crowd.
Bradley was quick to embrace his godfather when the two of you finally reached the Porsche, slapping him on the back before stepping back and holding out a hand to you. âMav, Iâd like you to meet my new travel buddy,â he grinned, introducing you by name.
Mav, as Bradley kept calling him, offered you one of those easy smiles as he held out his hand, which you took with a smile of your own.
âAh, so this is the girl from the plane Iâve been hearing so much about,â Mav smirked, shooting a pointed look in his godsonâs direction.
âMav!â Bradley hissed through gritted teeth, his complexion instantly turning pink, even in the shade.
âAh,â you smirked, feeling vindicated from your earlier blunder. âSo you told Mav about me, huh?â you asked, nudging his side. âWhat did you say?â you teased, tossing back his question from before.
âOh, he said plenty,â Mav jumped in, clearly enjoying watching Bradley squirm as he opened the passenger side door for you.
âDonât listen to him. Heâs crazy. All those Gs heâs always pulling have finally gone to his head,â Bradley protested, although he was smiling as he said it.
âOh, I think Iâm going to enjoy this car ride very much,â you giggled, winking at Bradley as you slid into your seat.
âPromise youâll still like me by the time we get home?â Bradley whispered, leaning in close as he climbed in beside you.
You grinned up at him, thinking about how, for the first time in a long time, you didnât feel so alone. San Diego suddenly felt much more like home than it ever had.
âPromise.â
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geto suguru x fem!reader
synopsis: you are the babysitter to twin girls. their adoptive dad, suguru, is normally dealing with work related issues and comes back one night with a treat.
cw: fem! reader, mdni 18+, explicit language, dilf geto suguru, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), creampie, dirty talking, fingering, squirting, some praising and usage of pet names (geto says princess, baby, and sweetheart, mister and sir are used for geto), you and geto basically fucking and trying to keep quiet while the girls sleep ;P
wc: 3.9k
a/n: hello guys, this is my first oneshot on heređ and if you know me, iâve been obsessing over geto suguru and one of my friends suggested i write about him!! this oneshot isnât proofread so itâs published however i wrote it like. iâll go back soon to check for grammar or typo issues. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy because i know i willđđŻâźď¸
âCome on girls, itâs time for you two to sleep,â you call from the kitchen to the two girls that were sitting by the TV in the living room. After cleaning the table and washing dishes, you went to the girls in order to prepare them for bed.
Grabbing the remote to the TV, one of the girls suddenly whine. âBut I donât wanna sleep. I wanna watch TV still,â Nanako huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in persistence.
âMe too.. I like this show. Please miss Y/n?â the other twin, Mimiko frowns, pressing her stuffed animal close to her.
âIâm sorry girls.. you know your dad gave me your schedules and he firmly said for you two to be in bed by 8:30,â you remind the girls as the remote falls under your grasp and you hit the power button to turn the TV off. âNow if your dad found out I broke one of the rules, he might not let me be your babysitter anymore.â
Their eyes widen in shock and they end up complying to your words. It wasnât necessarily true. Though, their dad would be disappointed, he wouldnât fire you because of it. And thatâs because youâre actually a great babysitter. The previous ones werenât as bad, but the girls didnât necessarily like them until you were hired.
Nanako and Mimiko were quick to like you as their babysitter, in which satisfied their dad and you began babysitting them constantly several weekdays and weekends. It had been three months since, and itâs like you were apart of the family.
Not only that, you were given a good pay every week just to watch and take care of them. He was a single dad, worked 5 days a week to provide for him and the girls, and well, extremely handsome. You were astonished to discover that he didnât even have a partner. He always dismissed it, declaring he was too focused on his work to seek for a relationship.
Unfortunate. You were honestly attracted to him, but you didnât get this job solely because of that. You genuinely needed money to support yourself, and since you had prior skills in taking care of children, you figured itâd be easier to earn that way.
You just happen to become interested in the dude. It was to the point you even started developing some romantic feelings for him. You started imagining yourself with him, with the girls, as a family. Even imagining him pinning you down on his bed and fucking you relentlessly. You felt guilty thinking about it all, but no one had to know.
For now, you hide your true feelings about him but still show your respect and care for him. And you werenât certain but, you even considered that he might have something towards you too.
You tuck the two girls in their individual twin beds, making sure they were comfortable before reading them a bed time story. And when they finally fell into a slumber, you quietly slip out of their room, shut off the lights and close their door.
Venturing back into the kitchen, you decide to grab a small serving of the cookies you three baked for dessert earlier and settle in the living room before their dad got home.
You play on your phone for the remainder of the hour. Scrolling through social media and messaging friends back while munching on the cookies. You glance at the clock several times, reading the numbers before deciding whether to prepare a meal for their father or not. Usually, out of courtesy, you would cook him a simple dinner that he always appreciated by eating and complimenting how well you cooked it.
hello, mister geto. i was wondering if you wanted me to cook dinner for you so that when you get back, it would be ready? you sent him the message, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you waited for a response.
No later than 2 minutes, he replies. no need to worry. iâm getting takeout. thanks though.
Well, you guessed you were able to relax until then, which you found no problem in.
You took this moment to walk around the two story house and explore. Their dad gave you permission to do so, even allowed you to enter all of the rooms besides his unless necessary. You were allowed to touch items but handle them with care or else youâd pay for the damage. You often found yourself in the room where he stores series of novels and single books, and read there while the girls sleep.
This time, you decided to grab one of the books from the Percy Jackson collection and read in the living room before their dad came home. You didnât know how many times youâve read the series, but you enjoyed it, and could read it over and over again with no complaints.
By the time it was 9:30, you could hear the front door to the house click, indicating someone was using a key to open the house. You get up from the couch, deciding to greet their dad by the door. The knob twists and as you approach the large foyer, the door opens and their dad steps into the house.
Geto Suguru is definitely one in a billion. His eyes directly fall onto your figure when the doors open, and he found himself unable to break his gaze until he opens his mouth.
âAh. Y/n,â Suguru was quite surprised with your greeting by the door, but he replaces his expression with a warm smile as he shuts the door behind him. âHow was today? Were the girls good?â
âToday went well, as usual, Mister Geto. The girls were good. Did their homework, had dinner, and are sleeping right now,â you reply as he walks past you to get into the kitchen. He gives you a glance and nods, and you follow him.
âThatâs good, I appreciate it,â Suguru implies as he enters the kitchen, placing the bag of takeout on his kitchen island table. He gives you another look before adding, âwant some?â
âOh- no, thank you. Please, itâs your dinner. You should enjoy it,â you decline with a polite grin as you went to the other side of the island table. Conversations were occasionally like this between the two of you, it may seem awkward, but it didnât feel like it. âHow was work today for you, Mister Geto?â
âWas alright. Just got dragged into some issues. Have to deal with it tomorrow,â Suguru sighs with an irritated groan. He starts untying the knot from the takeout bag and took out the boxes.
âIâm sorry to hear that. Hopefully things will be alright for you,â you reply with a slight frown. âYou know Iâm here to listen to your problems.â
âNo worries, but I appreciate you,â Suguru chuckles softly. âBy the way, you sure you donât want any? I bought too much for one person.â
âIâd feel bad..â
âYou should feel bad for not eating, especially when I offered,â Suguru slides one of the boxes over to you. âCome on. Itâd be our first dinner together.â
You didnât necessarily know how to respond and decide to just comply to his offer. You take the takeout box and a pair of chopsticks. âWell.. thank you, Mister Geto.â
Suguru only nods as a reply and you both start to eat in silence. You notice that he frequently sends you glances. Mind you, youâre wearing a dress. The length was mid-thigh and the attire was mainly for the girls since they wanted to play dress up. His glances caused you to ponder if he was becoming uncomfortable and you decide to bring up the matter but Suguru speaks first.
âThe dress looks beautiful on you,â Suguru blurts out the compliment as your eyes meet his. You were appalled, to say the least. This unexpected compliment caused your heart to skip rapid beats.
âO-Oh.. thank you, sir.. The girls wanted to play dress up, so I came in a dress in order to do that,â you casually explain, trying not to express your fluster due to his words.
Suguru raises a brow, but smiles. âYeah? Iâm glad you and the girls have a close bond. They donât have a mother figure but I believe youâre supporting that role for them. Iâm genuinely grateful for you since I canât always be there for them. And youâre always welcome here, even if you arenât scheduled to babysit them.â
âI really appreciate that. Thank you so much,â you give him a smile. Honestly, how more can this man go to attract you?
âYou thirsty?â Suguru brings up next as he starts walking towards one of the cabinets. He takes out two wine glasses, glancing at you for an answer. âI donât have wine anymore, you fine with some juice or soda and we pretend like itâs wine or whatever?â
You laugh softly. âIâm fine with that.â
Suguru pours juice in the two glasses and hands you one of them. âNext time, Iâll have some wine prepared. Just donât want the girls getting their hands on something they shouldnât be touching.â
âDonât worry, Iâm sure youâll hide them extra careful. Besides, the girls are smart enough not to snoop in areas they arenât supposed to,â you imply and Suguru chuckles, nodding in agreement.
âYouâre right. Next time then.â
âMhm. Next time.â
You and Suguru finish eating shortly afterwards. He remained at the island table, cleaning up the takeout boxes and messaging his employers on his phone. You went to the sink and began washing your glass cup, and afterwards, youâd finally prepare to go back home.
Suguru stood behind, unbeknownst to you. About to turn around in order to fetch his cup to wash, you felt the sensation of his body hover over yours. This feeling caused you to startle, but you remained poised and watch as he placed his empty cup in the sink.
âDonât worry, I got it from here,â Suguru whispers in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and you turn your head to meet his gaze. He was so close to you. His lips were reachable for you and your heart starts pounding.
âI-Itâs okay.. I should be the one to..â you start to say as your eyes trail from his lips and up to his eyes. â..wash them..â
You and Suguru stood there, locking eyes for who knows how long. It was cliche, but at that moment, you found yourself getting lost in his dark eyes. You felt your face burning and you were certain Suguru could see how flustered youâve become. But you didnât budge, and neither did he.
âMister Geto..?â
âFuck..â Suguru murmurs, finally breaking eye contact but remained in the same position. âSorry if I made you uncomfortable. I justââ
He looks back up at you and the expression in eyes told everything.
In an instant, your lips found your way to his. Suguru immediately kisses you back, wrapping an arm around your waist while yours went around his neck. He gently pushes you against the kitchen island table, and he deepens the kiss with more passionate energy.
You pull Suguru closer, a hand going to grasp his hair as his free hand slithers under your thigh and he grips it. Suguru hoists your thighs up and moves his hand further under your dress.
âGod.. youâre so beautiful. Wanna fuck you so bad, princess,â Suguru mumbles as he pulls away slightly from the kiss.
âW-Want you to fuck me.. Mister Geto..â you whisper through your pants as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you another kiss, pressing his tongue against yours. You moan against mouth and he pulls away, sliding his hand up to cup your ass.
âYeah?â He replies and you nod, feeling the tip of his middle finger trace the soaked area of your underwear. âAlready so fucking wet, just fâme.â
âY-Yes, sir.â
Suguru then began swirling his finger around your clothed clit, causing you to release a moan. Gosh. The feeling of his fingers just gently touching you already made you a complete mess.
âYou gotta be quiet, sweetheart,â Suguru reminds you as he pushes your underwear to the side.
âMhm.. want you to fuck me with your fingers, sir..â you mumble, still holding him by the neck.
Suguru wastes no time and pushes two of his longer fingers into your dripping pussy. You throw your head back slightly, gasping at the feeling before Suguru latches his mouth on your neck. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you at a sensual pace, circling his thumb around your clit.
Your hand grabs the edge of the island table for support and the other covers your mouth, refraining your loud moans to echo throughout the house. But it just felt too good, that you could barely hold back.
âYou hear that, princess? You hear how wet you are for me?â Suguru inquires, pulling back and dropping to his knees. His fingers pump a few more time before he lifts the dress up even more. âSuch a pretty pussy.â
âM-Mister Geto..â you moan as you felt his mouth latch onto your pussy. His tongue starts to suck and lick your clit, as he proceeds to slide and curl his fingers in and out of you in a faster pace. âSo good..â
Suguru thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting your spots. He uses his other hand to lift your leg over his shoulder for a better angle before pushing his fingers out. He licks your arousal dripping from your cunt and down your thighs before pressing his tongue into your pussy.
âS-Sir!â you throw your head back as you felt his tongue lick in and all around pussy. He gives a gentle blow to your clit before giving it several kitten licks.
Suguru returns two of his fingers inside of you, curling and pumping them at a quicker speed. Your moans escape from the tip of your tongue just like that. It was music to Suguruâs ears and he wanted to hear your sweet and erotic noises more.
The way your walls clench around his long fingers made him wonder how itâd feel like with his dick. Oh, how he wanted to test it out right now.
âG-Gonna cum.. Mister Geto..â
âCum for me, princess. Cum over my face and fingers.â
A hand goes to grip his hair as he fucks your pussy with his mouth and fingers. Youâre close, feeling his fingers curl in you to rub against your sensitive spots. Suguru quickens his pace so youâd cum faster when hearing your wet pussy squelch and moans get louder, messier.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.. cummingââ you moan out, head falling back and your grip on the kitchen island table tightens as your cum squirts over his fingers and mouth.
Suguru continues to pump his fingers several times as you came, licking all of the juices that dripped from his mouth. He cleans your cum with his tongue, making sure to get every droplet that dropped on your skin.
He gets up, gently pushing his fingers in your mouth in order for you to get a taste of yourself. You suck and swirl your tongue over his fingers and Suguruâs expression turns more cunning.
âDidnât think my kidsâ babysitter was this naughty,â Suguru comments with a chuckle following.
âItâs cause of you..â you murmur as he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connected from your tongue and the tip of his fingers.
Suguru leans in to give you another kiss, lifting you off the ground with his strength and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips moves against his as he walks the two of you over to the living room, where he lays you down on the couch.
âRemember to keep your voice down, princess,â Suguru mutters as he trails his hand behind your back to the zipper of your dress. He gives you another quick kiss as you nod your head.
Suguru completely unzips your dress and lifts it over your head, tossing it to the side before examining your body with his eyes. âSo perfect,â he says and lowers his body to kiss you again.
He grinds his body against yours and you could feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy. Even under all that clothing, you knew he was big. So big that you didnât know if you could take it.
âNeed you inside of me, Mister Geto. Please,â you whine as his hand slips under your bra to grope your breast.
âYou that impatient?â Suguru chuckles against your skin before pressing several kisses down your neck and chest. But itâs obvious that heâs completely mesmerized. âNeed my dick in you so badly, hm? Iâll give it to you, baby.â
Suguru unzips his pants, taking his hard cock out. It sprung up, already dripping in pre-cum. Your eyes were glued on his dick, mouth practically open. Your pussy quivered with the sight of it, knowing itâd be slipping in and out of you soon, making you beg for more.
He could feel his face flush as quickly takes off his shirt and he begins pumping his cock several times with his hand. âCanât wait to feel your pussy around my cock.â
Suguru slips your underwear off, tossing it to the side with your dress and spreads your legs further apart before aligning the tip of his dick to your entrance. You bite your lip, feeling his tip glide against your wet folds.
âStill so wet..â Suguru murmurs, dick twitching with the feeling of your wet entrance. âBeen waiting for this moment..â
âMe too.. sir..â
He pushes his cock inside of your pussy slowly, feeling your walls clench around him at an instant. You both let out moans, and Suguru lowers his body over you while using both of his hands to grab your hips.
Suguru was big, so fucking big. He stretches you out perfectly, as if your pussy was made just for his cock.
âFuckkk,â Suguru grunts, pushing his entire length into your pussy.
âSo big.. Oh g-god. Mister Geââ
âSuguru. Call me, Suguru,â he interrupts as his face drops to your neck.
âSuguru..â
Hearing you say his name for the first time brought a warm feeling to his heart, it was so soft, sweet and affectionate. The way you looked at Suguru made him wonder if you actually felt the same way about him.
With no hesitation, Suguru thrusts immediately, grunting during the moment when he feels his cock grinding against the walls of your pussy. You cover your moans with your hand, and his thrusts become faster and deeper, hitting every sensitive part of your pussy.
âFuck! Suguru-!â your arms wrap around him, nails beginning to claw his back.
Your moans start to resonate the room, despite trying to lower it, his cock was just too good. He thrusts fast, his balls slapping against your cunt and you swore you could feel him penetrate your womb. The wet and erotic sounds of skin slapping and your wet pussy starts to permeate the room and Suguru covers your mouth with his, refraining your loud moans to travel to the second level of the house.
Suguruâs pounding you so fucking good, just like youâve always imagined him doing. But this was way better than all your imaginations and dreams. Youâre in pure bliss, overwhelmed with the feeling of how good his cock his. Your legs wrap around Suguruâs waist as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper as he could, enjoying your moans falling into his mouth.
âFuck.. your pussy feels so good princess,â Suguru says as he pulls his lips away from yours.
He slips his cock out before pushing two fingers inside of your pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb again. He thrusts them several times, getting moans out of you before slipping them out.
Suguru flips your body over, and you prop yourself with your two hands while his hands travels back to your hips. He grips the side of your hips, spreading your ass cheeks before slamming his cock back inside of you, making you wince.
âSuguru!â
This position made you feel him so deep inside. His cock rubs against your g-spot every thrust, making your body tremble and moans escape even more. Suguru noticed this made you louder, and he found it amusing and cute how youâre trying to stay quiet as possible.
Your pussy is clenching him so tight, making him grunt and moan. God, he knew heâd love this feeling. âF-Fuck, princess. Squeeze my cock just like that.â
âS-So close again.. Suguru-â
Suguruâs grip around your hip tightens to the point his hand print was marked and he fastens his pace, his hips slamming into your ass and the couch starts creating squeaking noises. Your upper body drops to the couch, unable to withstand propping yourself up. Your moans are buried within the couch and your back arches more to allow Suguru to fuck you deeper.
He could feel how deep heâs going in your pussy, it drove him insane. Fucking your kidâs babysitter should be the last thing to think of but he couldnât help himself, especially on the first day he met you. For one, all he knew was that he wanted you. Wanted to hear you moan, cry out his name and kiss him. Wanted to cum inside of you and make you squirt. Heâd make you his.
âGonna cum soon, babyâ fuck,â Suguru grunts, lowering his body over yours. One of his hands goes to grab your face, making you turn to face him. You both share a sloppy kiss, moans bouncing off each otherâs tongues.
âWant your cum in me, Suguru..â
âYeah? Gonna pump some into your womb. Gonna make you mine.â
You can barely speak, your mind becomes foggy and your eyes are rolling back. Moans can only tell how youâre feeling, and itâs enough for Suguru to know heâs fucking you the best.
Suguruâs lips trail down your neck and to your shoulders, and he peppers several kisses against your skin. He gently bites the skin of your back, returning his grip to your hips as he quickens his thrust, pounding you from the back.
âFuck, fuck. I-Iâm all yours, Suguru!â you cry out, trying to grip the seat of the couch as you reach your next orgasm.Â
âCumming too, shitââ Suguru grunts, his dick pumping cum into your womb as you squirt over his cock and couch. He gives several slow thrusts, feeling the walls of your pussy pulsating and squeezing all of his cum out.Â
Youâre both panting and sweating, processing the moment that just occurred. Suguruâs cock is still buried deep inside of you, gaining the warm feeling of your pussy. He groans, finally slipping his cock out.Â
His cum mixed with your juices drip out of your pussy, streaming down your inner thigh and onto the couch. Suguru is breathing heavily and he lowers his body in order to press a kiss against your temple.Â
âWanna stay here for the night?â Suguru questions, lips near your ear.Â
âI donât know..â you reply, turning your head to him before he kisses your lips. âI donât have extra clothes.â
âWear mines.â
Suguru kisses you once again, trying to convince you further.
âCome on. Itâs late, besides you and I need a shower. And clean up the mess we made,â Suguru continues with a short chuckle. âPlus, Iâm sure the girls will be thrilled to see you in the morning.â
You thought about it for a moment before nodding your head. âOkay.â
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Hey babes, since you didn't update in 5 days im hoping that nothing bad happened to you and that you are alright:(<333
Anyway If not here is an new idea:
So Y/N is an Omega and her Parents don't like her and always been mean to her and abused her and all that yk? When they hear that Klaus who is an alpha seeks an Omega to be his, they try to sell her to him. (I don't know how to write this without it sounding weird but anywaysss) So they make her "perfekt" for him with putting on nice clothes and make up. And teach how she needs to be with her Alpha, which are all things like she needs to listen to him and do as he says and all that stuff. She is scared of what will happen to her since she heard the stories about Klaus.
But when she is with him he treats her so good and is caring and sweet and tells her that everything her parents said and did to her isn't true and that she doesn't have listen to their rules. She is comfortable with him and surprisingly happy and than there is smut and she even let's him mark her. She is happy with him and never wants to be away from him again and is kind of thankful that her parents sold her off.

Just for him
Klaus had been with his fair share of betas over his time, some other alpha as well but not an omega. Omegas needed tending to, attention and affection that he hadnât been willing to give until now. He was at a time where he didnât have anything to do, enemies were eliminated and he was in a somewhat healthy position with his family. All he needed was an omega and his days would be perfect.
And it didnât take long for the word to spread through the supernatural community, all werewolves were informed that Klaus Mikaelson was looking for an omega to claim.
What they didnât expect was for him to be so picky.
Elijah had been taking phone calls to arrange his brother meeting with omegas and their families to try and find the one best suited for him and they were both losing hope until Y/nâs father called. They painted the perfect picture, a sweet little angel. So Klaus agreed to a meeting and they brought the girl over.
When they arrived at the abattoir the girl was pushed forward, she reeked of fear and anxiety as her big eyes darted in every possible direction. Her hair was down, framing her soft face, her face was smooth with makeup with a pink blush across her nose and cheeks. Her lashes were long and painted black while her lips were pink and glossed.
Klausâs eyes travelled the length of her, his pupils dilating as he looked over her pink cami dress. Her smooth legs were on display and her small feet were hidden by ankle strap platform heels.
Elijah could feel his lips quirk up slightly at the sight before them and he glanced to Niklaus with interest. They both gave a subtle nod before welcoming the Y/L/Ns inside.
Y/n kept silent the whole afternoon, just like her parents told her to be. Either her mother or father answered any of Klausâs questions and both were more than eager to convince him she was perfect.
What they didnât pick up on was how close Klaus was to tearing their throats out for not shutting up. Throughout the afternoon he could sense that it wasnât just him that y/n was afraid of. He could see her body twitch and shift whenever either of her parents put a hand on her or looked her in the eye, at one point she had shuffled closer to Klaus himself so that her father couldnât put his arm around her.
His eyes had been checking her all over and after staring at her soft thighs for a considerable amount of time, he eventually noticed small marks. Her dress had accidentally moved up and it barely covered her pretty panties from his view but unfortunately he didnât catch a peek. What he saw instead were fingertip shaped bruises on her skin. It was her mother who fixed her skirt, a glare on her face when y/n went to open her mouth to apologise.
So he decided he would like to spend the next morning with y/n, alone.
The poor omega looked like she was going to cry when he told her that she would be having brunch with him and only him. As much as she was afraid of her parents, the ruthless Klaus Mikaelson was surely worse.
Nevertheless the next morning she was up and ready. Dressed to impress and waiting for him to come pick her up.
Her parents stood waiting expectantly for the door to knock and were fast on their toes to answer it, bright smiles on their face. Klaus raised a brow and glanced behind them to y/n who was picking at her freshly done nails.
âCome omegaâ he commanded, watching as she quickly scurried to his side. Her hand hesitantly went to his outstretched one, her eyes not daring to meet his. He hummed lowly and guided her to his car, opening the door for her and watching as a soft blush covered her face. She got into the passenger seat obediently and within a second he was beside her.
The ride was quiet, she could hear her heart pounding as he drove to a cafe.
He turned his head to her as he parked and unclipped his belt. âYou donât have to be so quiet my loveâ he mumbled whilst reaching forward to let his hand graze her cheek. Her eyes found his as a small whimper left her on response and his lips twitched into a smirk. âYou truly are a sweet little omegaâ he grins and her cheeks redden further.
He shakes his head to himself and reaches for her hand, holding onto it and pulling her along with him into the cafe. âIâm sure youâre hungry sweetheart, you barely ate a thing at dinnerâ he muses as he leads her to their table and sits her down before seating himself opposite her.
Her big curious eyes dashed around the lounge type room, following the plates of food that the waitresses wore and to the range of guests, all clearly from money.
Klaus watched as she looked back to him quickly, her jaw clenched shut and her nose struggling to breath fast enough. He turned his head slightly and slid the menu across to her âyou can have any thing you like, would you like something sweeter like pancakes or waffles or would you prefer something bigger like a full English or an American breakfast?â He pointed to the different sections for her and let her scan through the contents of each offer. Though his eyes narrow when her gaze landed on the sides
âIâll just have some toastâ she uttered reluctantly but he shook his head
âChoose something proper or Iâll pick for youâ he commanded, his tone a little rougher as he felt his wolf pushing forward. A low, barely audible whine left her throat as she looked back down to the menu.
When she failed to make a better choice, out of fear of her mother or father finding out of her âgreedyâ habits, Klaus simply did as promised and ordered her a stack of pancakes with bacon and syrup while getting a full english for himself.
A vanilla milkshake was put infront of her, despite her claiming to want a water and once more her cheeks went a shade pinker. It baffled her how he seemed to know exactly what she wanted and her wolf was slowly warming to his.
Throughout brunch Klaus was able to pull a few conversations out of her, nothing personal otherwise she seemed to shut down but she liked to hear about him and his interests though he had began to wonder if it was genuine interest or what how she was told to behave.
It wasnât until after he had payed and brought her back to the car did he mention anything of it.
Just as Klaus clipped her belt on for her to ensure her safety did his hand get ahold of her chin to make her look at him. His eyes flashed gold making hers do the same, his irises bled into orange while hers went a pale yellow. He leant forward to brush his nose along the side of her neck, his wolf hungry for her and his mind wandering at the scent of her blood beneath her skin. The primal urge to sink his teeth in and mark her as his own was overwhelming and the way her wolf was responding only added to it. She was so submissive to him, so ready to bend to his every word.
âHow long have your parents been training you?â He whispered gruffly and she felt her heart sink. When she didnât reply he pulled back and tilted his head at her, daring her to speak âomegaâŚâ
âSince you started lookingâ she murmured timidly
âSo they made you just for me?â He hummed and tucked her hair behind her ears as she nodded. âYou know you donât have to be so scaredâ he told her gently as he watched the panic sink in âyouâre a very good girl, a very lovely omega but Iâm sure youâre even better when youâre being yourself sweetheartâ he explained and she nibbled her lip nervously. âIâd like to keep you my loveâ he muttered and she glanced to his eyes âto be my omegaâ he confirmed and she nodded slowly. âBut I need you to be happy and comfortable, I donât want my little omega to be afraid and feeling out of placeâ he murmured softly.
Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she glanced between him and her hands, unsure how to behave. He sighed lightly and stroked her jaw âalright sweetheart, you just sit and ill get us backâ he mumbled a little disappointed.
She looked out the window as he got into his own seat and started the car. Her leg bounced through her nerves as she pictured her parents reaction when he told them she wasnât the omega for him. As they drove nearer and nearer to his mansion she panicked more and more. Her breathing grew more laboured and she felt like the car was growing smaller around her.
Klaus glanced over to her as he heard her heavy breaths before quickly pulling over and unclipping his belt. He sped round to her side of the car and pulled her out of it and into his arms. She panted for air and he smoothed his hand over her hair
âItâs alright my loveâ he murmured softly âjust breathe sweetheart, nice deep breathsâ he tried to calm her but it wasnât working. He bounced her gently almost like a baby as he shushed her softly. âYouâre okayâ he hummed ânothingâs gonna happen to youâ he whispered but her face only seemed to get redder without air. He cupped her head and pushed her face into his neck, letting her nose press to his scent gland.
As though a switch was clicked she was relaxed, inhaling his scent and huffing it back out. Her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan left her pink lips. Klaus felt a low rumble leave his chest at the sound she released and his body shivered when her open mouth pressed to his neck.
His fingers gripped onto her hair tightly as she sucked the skin into her mouth.âOmegaâŚâ he groaned as he felt the wind whip over them as a car sped past. Her legs were round his waist as he clung onto her tightly. âSuchâŚa good omegaâ he mumbled as her blunt teeth scraped his neck.
Y/n couldnât help but want to sink her teeth into his skin. His alpha scent was addicting and being this close to him was sending her into complete auto drive.
Klaus stroked her hair gently, encouraging her to sink her teeth into his neck with a grin forming on his face. None of the other omegas he had met with were like this, nowhere near as perfect as she was.
His wolf had chosen hers and she had submitted to it instantly. Already she was seeking comfort from him and a whining mess.
Klausâs eyes rolled back as he felt her little canines sink into the side of his neck, he squeezed her tight and pressed her up against the door on his car as he felt the gentle burn of the venom in her gums transfer into his bloodstream.
With much reluctance, y/n pulled her mouth away from his neck and began to drop her legs back down to the ground slowly. Her eyes widened as she realised the marks in his skin werenât fading and hesitantly looked up to his eyes. He looked straight back at her, pupils blown open and fangs visible against his lip. She felt her belly pool with heat at the sight and she began to tilt her head to expose her neck for him.
Klaus didnât waste another second before pressing his mouth to her throat, licking and nuzzling the flesh before dropping his fangs into her. Her moan was heavenly and encouraged him to take a gulp of her blood. The taste was intoxicating and his entire body was filled with a pleasant buzz as his hand began to grope alone her thighs.
Both minds fell to autopilot as he pulled back and her legs dropped down from his waist. She was turned around and bent straight over the hood of the car. Klaus ground his front against her soft little ass, his hands dragging the skirt of her dress up to reveal her cotton panties. He let out a groan before sinking his teeth back into her neck from behind, then her shoulder and her back, covering her in bite marks.
Y/n was a babbling, panting mess, her body rubbing itself against Klausâs dick like a horny puppy. Her omega mind was completely in control as whimpered pleas fell from her lips, begging him to claim her right there.
Klaus wasnât in any more control to deny her, his fingers snapping the elastic in her panties and throwing them to the road, his darkening eyes finding her bare ass and soaked pussy as he crouched down to get a look at her.
Y/n let out a pleasured cry when his warm mouth pressed to her cunt, her nails dug into the metal she was sprawled over and her legs began to shake. She moaned loudly for her alpha, begging and begging for more.
Klaus lapped like a dog, his tongue twisting and folding to devour her. His hands held her ass to give himself the best access and he sucked and fucked her weeping hole with his his face. Her little nails elongated to form her wolfâs claws as she cling to the car, her moans and cries were echoed out into the road and nearby trees but she didnât care. All she knew was that whatever this feeling was, she was addicted to it.
Her hips ground herself onto his mouth, her body trembling and screaming for him to keep going. She let out a loud, incoherent sound as she felt something much more urgent flood her, begging to be reached.
Klaus could feel her body struggling to hold onto the building feeling. His tongue plunged into her repeatedly, taking enjoyment in her cries and the way her little cunt would tighten. It only took a few more sucks and licks at her pulsing clit before her legs went out and he help her firmly against the car as a rush of wetness was squirted all over him.
Klaus let out a grunt and a laugh when he pulled his face back to look at the mess, wiping his face with his sleeve and watching her limp thighs drip. âPerfect. Fucking. Omegaâ he growled as he stood up and ripped his belt off.
Y/n was panting softly, her breath creating a wet circle on the car as she pressed her cheek against the top. A small whimper left her when a car drove past, the drivers eyes wide as they sped by.
She felt his hands hold onto her hips, lifting her so she was bend further over the hood so her toes couldnât reach the ground. Her lashes fluttered and a breath of air left her lungs as she felt something nice and thick press against her cunt.
âAlphaâŚâ she whined and Klaus hummed deeply
âItâs alright omega, itâll feel so goodâ he whispered as he thrust his hips forward. A sharp noise left her at the stretch. Klausâs head threw back as he forced his cock all the way inside. His hand gently stroked her back as he heard her little sobs âitâs okayâ he murmured âyouâll feel better in a moment Iâm certainâ he soothed.
Her pussy squeezed and pulsated around his cock, clinging to him desperately. She slowly felt the sting disappear and was left with a full feeling. Klaus sensed her calming and gently traced the teeth marks in her skin. âgood girlâ he whispered as he slowly began to move within her.
Her body relaxed entirety when he started thrusting into her, her cries became soft little moans and her eyes closed.
Klaus could feel his wolf sit right at the front of his mind, claiming her now as his. Klaus could feel the need to breed her full of his pups overwhelm his body.
His hips snapped to hers quickly, her hot pussy swallowing his cock more and more with each thrust. Her moans grew more frequent and her body rocked back and forth slowly to feel him hit deeper.
His hands caressed her hips gently as he groans loudly. âSuch a good omegaâ he praises making her whimper happily.
âMoreâ she whined and he grinned, moving fast and harder, causing the car to shake beneath her. He moved his hand around her waist, sliding it down to stroke his fingers against her slippery clit.
Y/n let out a loud cry at the familiar build up of heat. She looks over her shoulder to see her alpha pounding into her. Dark veins travel under his golden eyes as he looked to her. His lips parted to pant and he smiled to her, his spare hand pet her hair gently. A grunt left his lips when she tightened around him and he pressed his fingers down a little harder as she ground her clit against them.
Her sweaty hands left marks against the hood of the car and her body felt hotter with each passing second. Klaus could feel her squeezing his swelling cock every few seconds, her puffy clit pulsating and her thighs trembling. He could feel the marks in his neck burn pleasantly and knew she could feel the same from her own mating marks as a pleasant purr rolled through her body.
Mumbled moans tumbled from her lips clumsily as her mind completely clouded over. She muttered incoherently as she felt his cock spill inside her. He rubbed her clit quickly, his other hand gently sliding down to her ass as he moving his hips a little slower as his sensitivity skyrocketed.
He smiled lazily to himself at the coked sound she let out as her pussy spasmed around him. He pet her ass gently, gradually reducing his thrusts and pulling himself out. Klaus let her rest against the car for a moment, grinning as another car went by and offering a finger wave to the passengers.
He hummed to himself as he pulled his trousers back up and grabbed his belt from the floor. He fixed himself up before picking up on the sniffles of his omega. He frowned and noticed her still over the car, he quickly lifted her up.
âSweetheartâ he whispered, his hand cupping face to see the tears gathered in her eyes. âOh dearâ he uttered, quickly pulling her face to his neck again and kissing her forehead âwhatâs wrong omega? Does it sting?â He questioned and she shook her head
âMy motherâs going to be so madâ she whispered, looking to her underwear that resided on the dirty road. Klaus smiled gently and pet her cheek
âNo she wonât my love, sheâll be very proud of what a good girl youâve been for your alphaâ he told her and she sniffed âIâm gonna get rid of those worthless parents of yours my lovely, and then youâre going to stay with me foreverâ he whispered âgonna look after you and our babies, bet youâll give me strong alpha pupsâ he cooed and she smiled slightly while wiping her eyes.
âmy alpha?â She whispers quietly and he nods
âAll yours little one, yours foreverâ he confirms as he carries her back into the car and sits her on his lap. âGonna have to buy you so many dresses my lovely, and so many pairs of panties for me to rip upâ he teased and she blushed. He stroked her hair gently with one hand while the other drove the car back to his mansion.
His siblings only smiled as he walked past them with her hidden in his arms, he took her up the stairs and into an empty room. He opened the wardrobe in the corner and dozens of soft materials fell out. Her eyes sparkled at the sight and he set her down on her feet
âYou stay here and build your pretty nest and Iâll go take care of your parents okay sweet omega?â He smiled and she nodded with a bright smile as she grabbed one of the fleeces.
He kissed the top of her head before jogging down the stairs to sort everything out for his little omega to live a safe and happy life.
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Little pieces here and there (3)
Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)
Chapters: one, two, four, five
Word Count: around 2K again.
Warnings: minimum context of the arlong park part of the story (background), MUTUAL FLIRTING, forbiden pinning of them both, Buggy has his body back *wiggling eyebrows*, sexy times
A/N: devil works hard but i'm working harder, every 5 free min i have from work/class/practices i'm writing on my phone, i'ts actually insane and i love it (ROAD TO CHAPTER 4?? If you like this one and want the next one, please let me know!)
Oh, he was mad. He was really mad.
Maybe "sexually frustrated" was a way more accurate term given the circumstances but the feeling was so strong, so visceral, he was sure he was reaching a point where jumping to the sea to end that agony -even if a bit exaggerated, like him always, everywhere and for everything- was justified.
Somewhere in Arlong Park, Buggy could feel the boner pressing his pants, demanding to be satisfied; dirty talk was one of his true passions and when (Y/N) played that card on him, being capable of picturing himself with her on his lap, that damn woman so -actually- close to his face in that moment he was already tasting her lips, her low, smooth voice driving him insane, he could not help it, but get turned on so easily and so strong is been hours, and he's still mad, incapable of stop thinking about that.
That is, perhaps, the reason he feels relief as soon as the sun rises and Usopp is back on the helm again, asking for directions as Buggy, in fact, demands to go faster. Like instead of slicing and dicing his body, his power could control the wind that propelled the boat or the force of the waves against the hull.
(Y/N) ran away just after such a -even if brief- conversation. She may have broken his balls with that dirty trick, but she was equally a victim of her own game. She knew what to say to push Buggy and leave him so stunned -to speak- that the poor clown didn't have the chance to fight back at that moment, not without his body to help him keep her in that kitchen, lift her up on the counter, force her to back down, regret even thinking she could do that to him, and then, only then, yes, fuck her until she wakes up the rest of her little and - according to him - pathetic crew with her moans.
Or so the girl imagined, leaning against the door of her room, eyes closed, heart slightly racing, fighting the temptation to lie down on the bed and masturbate thinking about what had just happened.
Which included him. Him!! What the hell, was she actually losing her mind? All that damn flirting had really gotten into her, for fucks sake, because regardless of her finding him quite interesting when they met, this attraction was something else.
Lately everything around her was something else. Did she really think through the decision of leaving her mercenary life behind and follow those kids to the Grand Line? Did she really think through the decision of flirting back with a psychopath clown?
Because in the end it's just that, right? Flirting. Was nothing else, is nothing else, and will be nothing else. She doesnât want it to be something more, that's for sure; there's no need for unnecessary complications and extra headaches. In the meantime, it's fun, a bit of a backfire kind of situation, a bit -sexually- frustrating, but fun.
After a good ol' resting night and already some hours into the new day, (Y/N) notices that it's been a lot, since their encounter in the kitchen to be precise, that Buggy not only doesn't flirt with her, but doesn't talk that much or even look at her as amazed as before. Of course, he is, also, way less annoying, which Zoro subtly points out clearly pleased with how calm, nice and silent this morning is.
At some point she shakes her head, knowing, or at least guessing, the reason for this behavior, so she decides to check no one's around and the rudder is locked in the right direction, and then goes to where the bag with his head is, closed probably by the sniper when he got the last indications he needed from him. She opens it, lowering it until the clown's head is free on top of that barrel.
"How are you doing, Bugs?" she starts with a funny little smile, looking intently at him as she leans her back forward to leave her face level with his. "It's been hours I don't hear your raspy voice, I'm starting to miss it."
Silence. Absolute indifference besides the sidelong glance he gives her because let's face it, Buggy is annoyingly proud, extremely, exaggeratedly, but he loves attention. He likes nothing more than receiving it, no matter where, when, and from who, and she could see it as soon as they met.
"Also your silly nicknames for me" She grants, giving in. She would also be mad as hell if someone leaves her as horny as she knew she left him, so she doesn't have any problem being the one to start the tug-war this time.
"Already tired of the shidiots?" He finally asks, almost drily, after a minute; now he is the one to play difficult, huh? "No wonder, they don't even know where to start being pirates."
"Oh, of course, because no one compares to the famous Buggy The Clown, the colorful nightmare or the East Blue." Playful, she retreats a bit, resting her hip in the barrel, arms crossed over her chest.
"Quit the sarcasm doll, you know I'm right." Well, he was, in fact, right. None of them had real experience in the whole i-wanna-become-a-pirate thing, still, they were doing pretty good to be newbies. She was quite proud of them.
"I cannot wait to have my body back" he then murmurs, adding before she could say anything else about her new friends. "To do what?" She asks, you know, like she didn't know.
"Take a guess"
"Recover your spotlight? Find a new crew and a way to enter the Grand Line to go search the One Piece and be the king of the pirates?" (Y/N) mocks, clearly enjoying being the annoying one this time.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah'' Buggy rolls his eyes, scoffing. ''All that, but not before making you regret what you did last night." To that accusation she gasps, resting her right hand over her chest "What did I do last night?"
The clown falls silent again, but his mood is completely different. Right now he's not pissed off, it's obvious that this time, instead of flirting with her in a casual and natural way, heâs thinking what to say, choosing carefully his words to return a fraction of the effect she had on him hours ago.
His eyes darken, and his voice goes octaves lower and raspier. "Sweetheart, there will be no possible escape from what I plan to do with you. At the slightest opportunity I will make you cum on me so many times you will be the one to find the One Piece without needing to go to the Grand Line, but firstâŚ'' He pauses, breathes, and lets it go calmly, like the intimidating, psychopathic calculator she saw at the circus and not that flirty cartoonish version she got to know on the ship. ''you will beg for it."
She knows she shouldn't surrender to this type of tease, but she also can't and doesn't want to avoid it. Getting heavily carried away, without thinking about it twice, one of the girl's hands slides to the back of his neck, slipping under the bandana, and tugs his hair aggressively as she leans in again to speak close to his face. He grunts in pure satisfaction, closing his eyes for a second. Of course (Y/N) is, once again, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself no being more than a head, and the fact is that he enjoys like a condemned bastard those small but intense gestures the girl has given him since they met at the circus.
He can't wait to break a woman like her. And oh, he will.
"Are you sure about that?" Hearing distant steps, someone from the crew coming out on deck and climbing the stairs, she gets some distance from him, acting naturally, closing the bag again around his head. "My expectations just skyrocketed, I hope you don't disappoint."
By the end of the day, the Konomi Islands begin to appear on the horizon, and as soon as they set foot on them, shits get really serious. The situation of the poor people who live there is heartbreaking, so for two days, no one dares to make a single joke, Luffy's usual energy and bubbly positivity is nowhere to be seen, and of course, the interactions of (Y/N) and Buggy are reduced to = 0. The clown's head is no longer of any real use to them, and itâs poor Sanji, the new recruit, whoâs carrying it around just in case.
At least until they reach Arlong Park.
Again, (Y/N) is not exactly the type of mercenary expert in martial arts and although she knows how to defend herself, fighting like Zoro or Sanji is, in few words, impossible. Her only advantage is being very, very fast, and knowing how to use the scenery to her advantage, so it doesn't take long for her to hide here and there among the different tents and attractions in the area to get rid of the most straggler fishmen, with a knife she got long ago during one of her jobs, capable of cutting their tough skin easily.
Everything happens so fast and is so chaotic that apart from some screams and blows in the background and having seen Usopp running towards the forest, (Y/N) is completely unaware of what is happening in the main complex.
A strong pull on her left arm activates her flight or fight response as one last fish falls dead to the ground in front of her. Raising the knife, in a quick movement, she tries to defend herself by aiming at the stranger's neck, although in vain; a pair of lips whose red has already been worn for days impact against hers, stealing her breath, a small moan escaping her. Eyes wide open, she barely registers the blurry color of Buggy's nose when two strong hands squeeze her hips as if the life of the clown depended on it, pushing the girl against the wall of the building behind them, cornering her without any type of delicacy.
She hadn't heard from him since they reached the island. Hell, she didn't even know he had got his full body back and was already so close to it that air was unable to pass between each other.
Of course, the moment the clown's head joined the rest of himself -the feeling much better than he remembered- he fucked off his captors and decided to flee. Not before making a vital stop along the way.
The ideas about how to proceed with her once he was whole were very, very different in his wild fantasies, but when he saw the girl's back, he knew that the only thing that would -partially- calm his yearning would be to kiss her before disappearing as fast as possible. To taste her lips, to feel her warmth.
Still not recovered from the shock of the kiss, Y/N doesn't remove the knife from the clown's neck, but he couldn't care less; quite the opposite. He is so turned on and waited so much -again, exaggerated- for this he doesn't know yet how he will be able to break the kiss, take distance from her, and run away.
Passionately carried away, moved by his most primitive instincts, Buggy sneaks one of his legs between hers, pressing in between them as Y/N inhales through her nose and her free hand flies to his vest, pulling it a little.
It wasn't the time, nor the place, to think about fucking that asshole, but damn, after all the teasing and the tension and the adrenaline of the fight--
And just when she starts fully giving in to him, he retreats just enough, panting a bit, and looks at her now red, stained lips, eyes darkened and full of lust. Just like hers.
"Hate to leave you like this sweetheart but I have things to do and places to go. I don't want people relating me to Arlong, I would hate the bad press on my persona." He whispers, cracking his usual cruel, playful smirk when he finally puts some distance between each other.
ââIt's time to exit stage left.ââ Buggy adds, theatrically raising both hands in the air. ââI promise Iâll see you around.ââ
And like this, he stars running away again. Where? She doesn't know, or even guess at this moment, too busy registering the kiss in her memory, the way his lips felt on hers, how his nose pressed her cheek the entire time, or his hands grabbed onto her for dear life.
Bastard.
''You better'', she whispers to herself.
#buggy x reader#buggy the clown#buggy one piece#buggy the clown fanfiction#buggy x you#op buggy#one piece live action#one piece x reader#captain buggy
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Can you do a fluffy smut fic of IVE's Wonyoung? In the fic, she is madly in love with her older manager whom has been by her side since her trainee days and loved her like his own little sister. Then she heard about his decision to transfer to another agency and began to panic. She begged him not to leave and confessed to him. However, OC rejected her due to the fear of destroying their close bond. WY eventually succeed in reassuring him of her love and both of them ended up making out.(OC is 5-6 years older than WY, hence the brother-sister dynamic relationship)
For the past three years, you served as the manager for the girl group sensation IVE, and youâve loved every single second of it. The girls are cute and almost immediately started treating you like an older brother, which you gladly accepted. Youâve been a shoulder for them to cry on when things get tough and thanks to the pretty decent Starship Entertainment check, you often bought them little treats to tide them over in between schedules. They were like your little family - six little sisters that you love like theyâre your own blood. Unfortunately, you might be saying bye to your little family soon.
Your footsteps echo along the corridor of Starshipâs building as you pace nervously back and forth. As your contract with the company runs out, others have been reaching out and offering manager positions to you. Nothing has interested you so far, mainly just offers from small companies looking for an experienced manager to take care of their rookie groups. That is, until this morning, when you received a ludicrous offer from a larger company that would set you up for the rest of your life. You would be a fool not to take it - but that would also mean leaving behind the girls you have cared for all these years.Â
A sudden jab to the side of the ribs makes you jump. âJesus Christ, what th-â You turn around to face the perpetrator, only to see Wonyoung laughing at you.
âYou should see your face oppa, that was hilarious!â She exclaims. Normally, you would laugh along and scold her playfully, but the thought of having to break the news about your potential departure fills you with an overwhelming sense of dread.
âWhatâs wrong, oppa?â Wonyoung asks, noticing your uncharacteristically serious expression.
Out of all the girls, Wonyoung is the one youâve known the longest. You first met her when she was preparing for Produce 48, and you watched her grow and mature ever since. To outsiders, she is the epitome of success, but you know better than anyone just how much pain sheâs experienced to get to this level. With how strong your bond is, you canât even imagine how much it would crush her to tell her that youâre leaving.
You relinquish a heavy sigh deep within your lungs. âL-look, I-â The words struggle to make themselves known, writhing inside your gut as you stare deep into Wonyoungâs concerned eyes. Without another thought, you pull her into a tight embrace, more for yourself than for her.
âHey, itâs okay, oppa,â she soothes, rubbing your back. âYou can tell me.â
You instinctively tighten your grip on her, afraid that thisâll be the last time you get to hold her like this. âI got an offer this morning⌠from another company. The salary theyâre offering would help me out a lot, so I-â
âYouâre leaving?!â Wonyoung pulls away slightly to look you in the eyes. It feels like a knife stabs you in the heart as you stare back at her teary gaze.
âY-yeah, I amâŚâ You utter regretfully. She fights back a sob as she hits your chest, hurting your soul more than it does your actual body.
âB-but you canât leave!â
âIâm sorry, Wonyoung, but Starship-â
âScrew Starship! What about IVE? What about me?â Tears begin to flow uncontrollably down her cheeks. All those years of consoling her and being by her side, yet the one time she needs you the most is when youâre about to leave her. Being the cause of her tears hurts you more than youâll ever know.
âWonyoung, I-â
âI love you!â She exclaims, glaring through her misty eyes.
âI love you guys too, but-â
âNO!â Her voice echoes loudly through the corridor, pushing you back a few steps. Always the epitome of prim and proper, you have never seen Wonyoung scream like this. A deep, unspoken ache reflects in her eyes as you start putting the pieces together.Â
âI-I⌠I love you⌠Like, really love you⌠I want to be with you a-and hold you tightly⌠I want to kiss you and feel like Iâm the only woman for you⌠I-I just⌠I love you so, so much⌠You canât leave me like thisâŚâ
You freeze in disbelief, unsure of what to think or feel about her sudden confession. You always made sure not to develop any feelings for the girls as that could end up badly for the both of you. However, you canât deny that youâve been seeing Wonyoung differently as of late. The way she carries herself with such professionalism and confidence, how hard she words behind the scenes for herself and for the rest of IVE, you can truly see just how beautiful of a person she is, both inside and out. Taking this job would be the chance of a lifetime, but a person like Wonyoung only comes around once in a lifetime. You would be a fool to let her go.
You gently cup her cheeks, wiping away her tears with your thumbs. âItâs okay, Wonyoung. Iâm not going anywhere.â She breaks down and begins sobbing into your chest. Your mind suddenly feels lighter now that youâve made up your mind. In fact, you almost feel ridiculous for almost choosing money over the family that you found three years ago.
âYouâre really not going to leave?â Wonyoung asks you after calming down a bit. You shake your head, a hopeful smile growing on your face, before she wraps her arms around your head, pressing her lips against yours. Subconsciously, you have been waiting for this kiss for years and you arenât about to let it go so easily. The scent of her strawberry shampoo combined with her soft, marshmallow lips brings you to a new high youâve never experienced before.
As you break the kiss, the heartbroken girl is swiftly replaced by the bright and lovely Wonyoung that youâre used to. She giggles as you kiss her cheeks, getting rid of any leftover tears. Suddenly, Wonyoung takes your hand, a mischievous twinge in her eye further emphasized by an alluring bite in her lip.
âSince youâre not leaving anymore, I think we should celebrate. Come with me,â she says before dragging you along the corridor. She peeks through one of the doors before pulling you inside, locking the door behind her. As you look around the small room, you notice a bunch of foam padding lining the walls, along with a piano and a couple chairs.
âThis is one of the solo vocal practice rooms,â she explains. âNo one outside will be able to hear us, no matter how loud we are.â A lightbulb goes off in your head as you turn to her, both shocked and turned on. Wonyoungâs cheeks turn a light pink as you look her up and down.
âI-I mean, we donât have to do it if you donât want-â You stop her, bringing a finger to her lips.
âI want to do it. I want you,â you assure her. She smiles brightly as she pulls you in for another kiss, this one much steamier than the other. Your hands snake around her petite waist, bringing her as close as you physically can. Her gentle breath starts to get heavier, gracing your cheeks, and the warmth in your chest continues to grow until it threatens to burst from your skeleton. You want nothing more than to love this girl as much and as hard as you can, pushing her into the padded wall with the fervor of a new sun on an early morning.
Wonyoung strokes your cock over your jeans, teasing you with her fingertips. You respond in kind by grazing her thigh with your fingernails, causing her body to shiver beneath you. You break the kiss and rest your forehead against hers to catch your breath, the final look before the leap. She gazes at you with fondness and desire, and you feel lucky knowing youâre the only man that will ever receive that look from her. Tentatively, she unzips your pants, audibly gasping as she looks upon your cock for the first time, unintentionally inflating your ego. You watch with bated breath as Wonyoung kneels in front of you, slowly stroking you with her soft hands and placing gentle kisses along your length, staining it with her lip gloss.
âDoes that feel good, oppa?â She asks, searching for approval.
âYes, that feels so good, baby,â you moan, brushing your hands through her silky hair.
âMmm, I like it when you call me baby. Keep saying it.â Wonyoung flashes you a smile before taking you into her mouth, making you shiver like the first time you step into a cold pool. Her thick, glossy lips eagerly sucking your cock combined with her big, round eyes looking up at you brings you to all new heights of arousal.
âHoly shit baby, youâre amazing,â you compliment. In response, Wonyoung plants her hands on your thighs, attempting to take your entire length down her throat at once, her gags filling the entire room. You almost feel bad for the people walking by who donât get to hear this beautiful chorus reserved for you.
Eventually, Wonyoung stumbles backwards, choking for air as saliva drips down her chin. She reaches for your hand, and you gladly help her up, anticipating what will happen next. With a wink, she plants her hands against the wall, sticking her ass out towards you. Her warm yet seductive gaze pulls you in, promising a moment youâll never forget.
âIâve waited for this moment for so long,â she says, biting her lip. You flip up her skirt, revealing her cute ass for the first time, and peel off her damp panties. The scent of her dripping sex fills your brain, drawing you towards her even more. As you slowly insert yourself into her, you gauge Wonyoungâs reaction, making sure youâre not hurting her.
âIs that okay, baby?â You whisper into her ear. She nods, wincing slightly.
âS-so good, keep going.â
You hold onto her waist for support, eventually bottoming out inside of her. Her warm walls grasp you tightly, still adjusting to your size. After a moment, Wonyoung nods, prompting you to start thrusting into her. Slow yet firm at first, as her moans begin to escalate, you increase the power of your thrusts until it devolves into pure, unbridled pounding.
âA-ah! Yes! F-feels so g-good!â She groans in pleasure. âK-kiss me!â
You do as she says, capturing her lips into a sloppy kiss as you continue fucking her from behind. You exchange breaths, warming up each otherâs skin, filling your nostrils with each otherâs pheromones. In your mind, nothing else matters except making love to the woman before you. You want to spend the rest of your life loving her in every way you can, and when youâve done it all, you want to invent new ways of loving just so you can show her how much she means to you. A familiar pressure begins to build up in your stomach as you gaze into Wonyoungâs eyes, half-lidded as she succumbs to your passion. You take her lips a final time before shooting your seed deep into her womb, cementing your bond forever. She follows soon after, nearly collapsing as her orgasm renders her legs into jelly.
âO-oh my god⌠That was better than I imagined,â she says. The two of you share a gentle laugh, holding onto her with no intention of letting her go ever again.
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Una Noche En Monaco v
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5 Dias De Prueba (5-day trial)
pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader
summary: after a one night stand between you and Charles, he continues on with his formula one career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.
word count: 7.6k - not proofread.
April 2023
"Do you wanna come to the next race? I can get you tickets, you can be my guest."
His words replayed in my head like a broken record. Why would I be interested into going to the race in the first place?
As I opened the door of my apartment I was greeted by the smell of something sweet.
I checked the time on my watch. 9:45 pm.
"Isn't it late to be baking Naughty Brownies?" I called from the entrance. I heard a small "Oh no" from Mateo and a "Busted" from Steph.
I heard Mateo's footsteps around the kitchen, "Tia you have to hide me."
"Okay, okay."
As I entered the kitchen, I saw one of the floor cabinets a little open. Steph had a smile on her face.
"Why is Mati awake?" I asked her. I heard a small gasp coming from the cabinet.
"Awake? He's not awake. He's in his bed with Percy." Steph answered, holding her laugh. Just as she said that Percy walked into the kitchen wagging his tail. I petted his face and he licked my hand, then he walked to the slightly open cabinet and stuck his head inside.
Mateo tried to push him away with his tiny hands. "Go away, you're gonna get me caught." He said in a serious tone, the Rottweiler started to lick him as well. In the end, the cabinet door opened, leaving Mateo in full display.
"Oh, Mati. I didn't know that was your new bed. Should've told me before I bought you that big bed you have." I said as I brought the brownie to my lips. Steph loves having slutty brownies before bed, but ever since Mateo was born, we had to change the name to naughty brownies.
He stayed quiet for a second, his green eyes started to gloss. "Am I in trouble?"
He is so cute, I wanted to laugh for a second. "No, mi amor. Come out so you can have a piece and go to bed."
When my mom was alive, she used to say 'When in doubt, leave your destiny in the hands of a coin, flip it and carry on' and while usually I would do it, sometimes I wish she was here to tell me what to do.
Heads - I go to the GP
Tails - I stay
I was never good at flipping coins. All the time I flip it and let it drop to the floor. So that is what I did. I didnât dare to look down, at least not until the coin stopped circling around the floor.
I picked up the coin. This is my destiny and so be it.
The next day I decided to meet up with Charles, to tell him my answer.
I expect our meeting to be short and easy, so I told him to meet me at a parking lot. It sounds very sketchy now that I think about it.
I saw his car once I got into the parking, I tried to open the door but it was locked - which made sense - I knocked on his window and when he finally saw me he unlocked the door and I got in.
Europeans kiss both cheeks to say hi, and in my culture, we do it just once. But I am not in my country and I do not want to say hi to Charles, let alone kiss me. So when his body approached mine to greet me with kisses I stopped him. His body was close enough that I smelled his perfume. It smelled like a drug... very addicting to the point I wanted t smell more.
"Sorry," he murmured. "It's a habit." he tried to explain.
"Yeah, whatever." I responded. "This is what's going to happen. We are not co-parenting. Mateo is my son, so you don't get a say here. If you really say that you are ready to be a man and be responsible and be a father, that's fine, but you have to prove it. I will decide when is the right time to tell my son you're his father," I saw his Adam's apple go up a bit as if he was nervous.
"His name is Mateo?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"With one T?" My heart stopped for a second. The last time we spoke, he told me he saw a kid in the car, but he never said he met Mateo or even spoke with him to the point he knows his name is with one t.
"How did you know-?"
"Is it really?" his voice was higher this time. "I met him. At the bookstore. And I- I- I felt this connection the moment I saw him, and I asked his name and he said 'Mateo with one T'" His smile is so wide that I wondered for a second if his cheeks hurt.
I stared at him. I don't know if I should curse him out, or simply get out of the car and forget this meeting ever happen, because how dare he say he felt a 'connection'. He's full of shit. "Don't ever say that again. Especially not in front of me. You don't have a connection, you don't know him. I don't know which god or angel is on your side to the point that you found us and you even talked to him. I'm nice enough to actually give you a second chance, but I have my limits, so you better be careful with the things you say."
I took my phone out and opened the Calendar app. "Today is the 19th and most likely you have to be in Baku on the 25th. So you have five days you can spend with Mateo, with me present, of course. If you want to spend time with him, that is."
"Yes! Sorry, yes. Of course." He nodded. "Is it possible to have a dinner with my family? I want my family to know you and Mateo. They don't... they don't really know about any of this,"
"Your family doesn't know about us?" Us meaning Mateo and me, not Charles and I. He shaked his head. "I wouldn't be too worried about your family. If I were you, I would be more concerned about how the public would react to this. The truth will come out sooner or later, and God knows what they are going to say."
His face was blank. He knew I was right, or maybe he was thinking that I would release the information to the public. "I'll protect him. No matter what."
I wanted to say a sarcastic comment but I didn't want to. At least just for today. I saw the way his eyes became a bit red when I told him he doesn't have a connection with Mateo.
He cleared his throat a bit and then he looked me in the eyes. Oh, his big green eyes. "I just want to thank you, for giving me a chance. I will prove to you that I am worthy of you and Mateo." Why is he talking this way?
I texted him the address of my apartment, once it got sent I said, "That's my address, be there at 9:30"
Thursday 20th - Charles' POV
Am I early? Will she be mad that I am early? I stand in front of her door, debating whether I should knock or come back in thirty minutes. Just as I was about to leave the door open.
"Okay, Mati, see you later!" The woman said as she stepped out, she turned around and faced me. "Oh," she looked at her watch and said, "shouldn't you be here in thirty minutes?"
"Yeah, um I wasn't- um I was going to come back in a bit," I said.
"There's no point, you are already here so I might as well let you in. Just go inside and wait, and whatever you do, don't open the curtains." She opened the door again and pushed me inside.
The inside of her apartment was nice, but it makes me wonder how she can afford the place if she only works at a bookstore. I got into the kitchen first, it has an open area that leads to the living room. The tv was on showing a cartoon of what it looked to be a blue cat. On the kitchen counter, I saw what looked to be a tiramisu. I tried to be strong but I am weak when it comes to a good tiramisu.
I quickly found what I needed, a knife, a spoon, and a plate. I don't think Y/n would notice if it just take one tiny little piece. I got ready to cut and I heard someone say.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I looked up and saw him. Mateo. He was beautiful. He made his way toward one of the couches shaped like an L and sat there. "My mami is very protective over her tirmisu and only lets me eat the tirmisu," he said as he mispronounced the name of the dessert, he then looked at me. "You're the guy from the store."
"You remember me?" I asked hopefully.
"I remember you are the guy from the store," he said like it was the most obvious thing.
"Do you remember my name?"
He was quiet for a second. "No, should I?"
His comment did make me sad for a second but then he let out the biggest gap and came running towards me, he put his arms up. "Lift me up,"
My heart is beating so fast, I lifted him up and secured him in my arms. Up close I could see the freckles on his nose, he looks a lot like me. He looked around the kitchen and then he pointed to the microwave. "Take me there. Go, go." Once I did what he asked, he opened the door of the microwave, and inside was a plate of brownies. He took two pieces out and closed the door. "Okay, put me down. Down" He started to squirm in my arms. Once I put him down on the floor, he looked at the brownies in his hands and gave me the smallest piece. "Thank you for the help" He then ran back to the couch to sit down. In front of him was a coffee table, there was paper and crayons all over it.
"Where's your mommy?" I asked him.
"Probably with Percy," he said, without pulling his eyes away from the TV. Who's Percy?
"Do you wanna see my drawing? My mami says I'm the next Picasso," he left the brownie on one side of the table and got one of the papers. I walked to the couch and saw the paper. It was a big house, 4 figure sticks and a small black figure with four legs. "This is Mami," he pointed at the tall figure stick, "This is my tia Steph," he pointed at the second tall figure stick, probably the woman that let me in, "This is me and my brother," he pointed at the two small figure sticks. Brother? He has a brother? "And this is my dog, and this is my new house, but they are building it right now so we live here."
"This is really good Mateo," I complimented him, but my thought are on the brother he mentioned.
"I know, you can have it. I'll sign it for you. Mami says I have to sign all my art so people know I made it," he explained as he grabbed the black crayon.
"Your mom is a smart woman,"
"How do you know mami?" he asked. "If you are the bad man that wants to take me away from mami I won't let you have the drawing. I don't like bad people that want to hurt mami."
"I'm not bad, I promise. I'm a nice person."
"Okay!" He wrote his name on the paper and then grabbed his brownie. "Are you my papi?" he looked at me.
"What?" my eyes widen.
"Yes. Are you my papi? If you're not bad, and you know my mom, then are you my daddy?"
How is this four-year-old so smart and how do I even respond to that? Before I could say anything, someone interrupted me. "Mati! Come here so I can put sunscreen on your pretty face." He got off the couch and went running into the hallway.
I grabbed the paper and stared at it. Did she have another child with someone else after me?
Y/n's POV
Mateo came running into the bathroom and the first thing he did was rub his face against Percy and give him kisses. "No, Mateo no beses al perro, mi amor. Ahora te tengo que lavar la cara otra vez." (No, Mateo, don't kiss the god, my love. Now I have to wash your face again.)
"Percy es tan tierno que solo le quiero dar besitos, mami" (Percy is so cute that I only want to give him kisses)
"Well you are cute too and you don't see me giving you kisses all do time," I said as I washed his face.
"You do give me kisses Mommy." he laughed.
"Alright, that's enough. I'm going to put sunscreen on you." I put sunscreen on my three fingers. "Where do we put sunscreen?"
"On the faceeeee" he said. "On the neeeeeck, y en las orejaaaas" (in the ears) I laughed at the way he explained it. Once I was done putting on the sunscreen, we both walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.
I started to open the curtains.
"Mami this man tried to eat your tirmisu" Mateo said. I turned around and saw Charles sitting on my couch with a brownie on his lips, just frozen, like when Mateo gets caught doing something he shouldn't.
As he was chewing, he said, "I um- I was, Wow these brownies are good. I didn't eat your tiramisu."
"So you eat my brownies instead?" I asked.
"NO no, no. Mateo gave me one."
That wasn't surprising. "Who is he?" Mateo asked.
"He is a friend," I said. "He is going away soon so he's going to hang out with us for some days. Do you like that?"
"Okay! Then he has to meet Percy!" he ran off to the hallway again. I looked at Charles.
He looked like he wanted to tell me a lot of stuff, and ask me a bunch of questions.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"Um, maybe like 10 minutes? Your friend let me in and then Mateo got me the brownie and this drawing," he showed me the paper. It was all of us, the house, Steph and I, my two babies, and my dog. "You look really pretty, by the way. Your boyfriend must be very lucky," Boyfriend? "I thought you only had Mateo, you didn't mention having a second child," he murmured the last part as he ate the last piece of the brownie. He thinks...
Before I could answer, Mateo came running back, "Look! This is my little dog, Percy!" Little is an understatement since Percy is a four-year-old Rottweiler. When the dog came into the living room, Charles got up and backed away.
"Mateo, I don't think Charles likes Percy." I told him.
"Why not?" he looked at Charles while his lips quivered.
"No, no. I love Percy! Percy is a good boy!" I know he wouldn't dare to pet the dog.
"Mati, grab your bag, we have to go." As he walked back to his room, Charles said.
"Did you name your dog Percy as in Perceval?"
"Don't flatter yourself, I named him after a book character."
At the end of the day, Mateo was tired. Reasonable. He was very entertained by all of the stuff the museum had to offer. But one moment kept replaying in my head.
My phone went off, remaining me to reapply sunscreen on Mateo, as I was applying some on his face I saw Charles, and how his face was a bit red.
"Do you not wear sunscreen?" I asked him.
He shrugged, "Only when I'm on the beach," he responded.
I gasped, and for a moment my mother self kicked in, "Charles, your face is red. Jesus, come here," Once he got close to me, I put the sunscreen on three of his fingers so he could apply it himself. He rubbed the sunscreen on his hands and started to rub it on his face.
"Acaso eres un animal?" (Are you an animal?) I told him as I stopped him from doing more damage to his skin. "You can't rub your face like that," I explained as I spread the sunscreen on his face, "You put on your face, on your neck y en las orejas," (and the ears) I murmured. Once I was done, I realized what I did and how close we were to each other.
âIs he going to meet Jules?â Mateo came out of nowhere.Â
We visit Jules every week, I was planning to visit him once the day was over with Charles.Â
âWhoâs Jules?â Charles asked.Â
âHeâs my brother!âÂ
I looked at Charles for a second. He has no idea heâs one step closer to the truth, at least a part of it.Â
Friday 21st
I had everything ready for the visit to Jules. I prepared some sandwiches and fruit to eat. The favorite snacks for Mateo and Percy.Â
I loaded everything into the car, Mateo was in his baby seat with the window rolled down and I was waiting outside the car for Charles to appear. For being a Formula One driver, he is very late right now.Â
âWell, I guess heâs not going to come. Maybe next time.â I told my son and his face deflated, I, on the other hand, am very happy, but that didnât last long because Mateo pointed and something behind me.Â
âHeâs here!â I turned around and saw Charles with a visible line of sweat on his forehead.Â
âSorry, Iâm late,â he said.Â
âDonât make it a habit,â I responded. I opened the passenger seat and said, âGet in.â He approached the door and I placed my hand on his chest to stop him. âWasnât talking to you,â I smirked, he looked down and saw Percy get into the seat. âYou go in the back,âÂ
He didnât say anything and simply did what I said.Â
The drive wasnât bad, Charles got to find out more stuff about Mateo. I, on the other hand, became more nervous the more we got closer to our destination.Â
Once we got to our destination, confusion was obvious on Charlesâ face.Â
âWhy are we-âÂ
âTo see Jules,â I responded as I got out of the car, Charles following suit.Â
I went to the back of the car and open the truck, I gave Charles the picnic basket. I opened the back seat door and took Mateo out of the car seat and set him down. I opened the passenger seat and got Percy out of the car. With my left hand, I was holding Mateoâs hand and with my right hand, I had the dogâs leash. I locked the car and we began walking.Â
Charles hasnât said anything yet, maybe heâs confused or maybe heâs just trying to process. After walking for an eternity, even though it was like seven minutes, Mateo let go of my hand and ran to our spot. I took Percy out of the leash and he went to be next to Mateo.Â
As I was walking I turned around and saw Charles stuck to the floor.Â
âAre you coming?â I asked, âI need the blanket thatâs on the basket so we can sit down,â I continued walking.Â
Charlesâ POV
Jules Alexander Y/L/NÂ
6th November 2018
Loved Son and Brother.Â
Ahora eres una estrella mas en el cielo (now you are one more star in the sky)Â
Y/n didnât have a boyfriend or a son with someone else. She had twins and she lost one. I had twins and I lost one. I didnât know it was possible for my heart to break even more.Â
I left her alone during this horrible time.Â
âLook, Jules! We brought a friend. His name is Sharls,â Mateo said excitedly to the tombstone. âWe got you floweeeers, and we have shanweches to eat,â he explained. Y/n was busy setting up the blanket and taking everything out of the basket. I didnât dare to speak, if I did I would start crying. How much has this woman handled?Â
âMi principe, porque no vas tu y Percy a jugar un ratito while Charles and I talk for a moment, okay?â (My prince, why donât you and Percy go play for a bit) Y/n said. The kid nodded and ran with Percy somewhere a bit far but still close enough so we can see them.Â
I sat down next to her, still not able to speak. âJules was the second one to come out,â she said. âThere were some complications when I gave birth to him. He passed away thirty minutes after being born. He was only alive for thirty minutes and I wasnât even able to hold him. Originally Mateo was supposed to be Mateo Agustin, but then Jules died so I changed his name to Mateo Alexander Jules. Alexander Agustin Y/L/N was my father,â She explained.Â
âAnd Jules?â I dared to ask, my voice breaking.Â
âI may not know much about you, or your family, but I know about Jules Bianchi,â she said. âI got Percy two months later. Percy was born on the same day. I thought it was a sign,âÂ
âWhat about your family?â I asked her.Â
She laughed humorlessly, âThis is my family. Steph, my son, and my dog. My parents died in a car accident, then I came to Monaco to start again. Getting knocked up wasnât part of the plan, especially when the father can die the same way my parents did. I wasnât expecting you to be an asshole either,âÂ
With tears in my eyes, I said, âI am so sorry. I-âÂ
âYeah, me tooâÂ
Y/Nâs POVÂ
After he calmed down, I called Mateo back so we can eat. Everything was great until Charles asked me a question.
âDo you guys want to go on my boat tomorrow? Spend the day at sea?â I stopped eating and Mateo gasped loudly.Â
âCan we, mami?!âÂ
One thing about me is that I am utterly terrified of the ocean. âNo,â I said as I continued eating.Â
âMami, please, please. Iâll be good, I promise,âÂ
âIâm not going to be able to go with you baby,â I said.
âWhy not?â he asked.Â
I looked at Charles, who also had concern in his eyes. âWell, mommy has this fear of the ocean, and she doesnât feel well, so she has to stay,â I tried to explain to him.Â
I looked at Charles, who also had concern in his eyes. âWell, Mommy has this fear of the ocean, and she doesnât feel well, so she has to stay,â I tried to explain to him. I could tell Charles wanted to say something but he didnât dare. âIf Charles promises to take great great GREAT care of you, then you can go with him,âÂ
âSharls! Take care of me so I can go!â Mateo yelled excitedly.Â
âYes! Okay! Yes, I promise,â he assured me.Â
On the way back to the car, I pulled Charles aside and told him. âI am trusting you with my life. Donât fuck this up.âÂ
âI wonât. I promise,âÂ
âWas I stupid to trust Charles into taking care of Mateo?â I asked Steph.
âNo, girl. You did the right thing. Heâs going to be responsable of Mateo sooner or later,â I didnât want to admit that she was right.Â
I looked at the list I made for Charles so he can take care of Mateo. Thereâs only three things to follow.Â
i - mateo will complain about the weather no matter what
ii - he doesnât like sodas but loves orange and cherry juices, loves chicken but hates seafood.Â
iii -Â donât forget to reapply his sunscreen, donât loose the bottle.Â
âAm I missing anything else?â I asked. Steph took the note and read it.Â
âWhy donât you just send it on a text? What if he looses the paper?â She asked.Â
âIf he doesnât loose the paper then heâs not going to loose my child,â I responded.Â
âFair enough. I think you got it all cover. Thatâs pretty much it - I mean, I thought the whole point was for him to get to know Mateo on his own. Why are you making him a list?â Why am I making him a list?Â
I crumbled the paper into a ball and thew it at her. âI have to get Mati ready to bath. Iâll be back,â I got up from the chair.Â
âWait! I forgot to tell you, a cute guy passed by the bookstore, asking about you,â she wiggled her eyebrows up and down, âHis name is Arthuuuuur," I know who she was talking about. "I gave him your phone number. I told him you are free tomorrow so you guys can go on a date,â she giggled.Â
I rolled my eyes and left the living room and went to the bathroom to get the water running. âMateo,â I yelled, âtime to take a shower,â I approached his room, once I opened the door, I saw him playing with his toys, âCome on, little guy. Gotta get you nice and clean for tomorrow,â I waited for him to get up and grabbed his hand.Â
Mateo is not the best singer, heâs just a kid, but he likes to sing in the shower. Once I was done with his shower, I wrapped him in a towel and carry him to his room, while I was getting his pijama ready, he started to jump on his bed.Â
âMami, I have a question,â he said.Â
âYes?â I asked.Â
âIs Sharls my daddy?â I stopped for a second and looked at him.Â
âWhy do you ask that, love?â
âWell, he looks like me,â I laughed at his explanation.Â
âOh yeah?âÂ
âMhmmâÂ
âSo just because he looks like you, you think heâs your daddy?âÂ
âWellâŚâ he stopped jumping and his gaze fell on the floor. It looked as if the hamster in his brain was turning the wheel. âWhere is my daddy?âÂ
I sighed. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth? Am I ready for my kid to know the reality of what happen?
I texted Charles a little but after my shower.Â
To CL: He knows.Â
I heard a pin instantly. I thought it was Charles texting back but instead it was an unknown number, my eyes widen once reading the message.
From +377 3847502839: hey, this is Arthur. i hope this isnât weird, i asked for your number to one of the girls from the store. i heard youâre free tomorrow and i want to invite you to some coffee.Â
From +377 3847501839: if thatâs okay with you of course.Â
I added his phone on my contacts and replied âNot weird at all. Iâd like to have coffee with youâ I smiled a bit.Â
From Arthur Cute Guy: great! see you tomorrow then ;)Â
To say Mateo was excited was an underestimate, he was thrilled to spend the day with Charles. Once he got home, Mateo jumped into his arms and I think I saw his eyes tear up a bit.Â
âWell,â I cleared my throat. Charles put Mateo on the floor, to pay attention to me. âI have his bag ready with towel and clothes,â I passed him his bad, which he was quick to put on his shoulder. âHave fun, and please, please donât forget to put sunscreen on him every two hours. Itâs in the front pocket of the bag. He can only use that sunscreen so for the love of god donât lose it,âÂ
âI wonât.â he said.Â
âOkay,â I let a long breath out, âWell, have fun,â
Mateo was tugging Charles by the arm, âCome on Sharls we have so much to talk!â I closed the door behind then and ran to my bedroom to get ready for my date.Â
âThank you for meeting me here,â Arthur greeted me with two kisses. âI havenât been able to get you off my mind,âÂ
âThatâs very bold of you to say,â I giggled. I looked at the menu, âHave you been to this Cafe?â
âA few times, they have good pastries,â he said.Â
âDo they have a good tiramisu?â I asked as I looked at him, I feel like I have seen him before, like if I met him before our first encounter. He reminds me of someone, but who?Â
âItâs good, but itâs not the best,â he told me, âI heard this popular restaurant LâIncantato,â I perked up at the name, âhas the best tiramisu.âÂ
Curiosity got the best of me, âHave you tried it?âÂ
He made a disappointed face, âI wish. You would think that just because thereâs three restaurants in Monaco that there would be any availability in any of them but no, itâs always packed. I can never get a reservation. I wanted to take my mom for her birthday last year but couldnât get a seat, unfortunately.âÂ
I know the restaurant is always busy, and I felt a bit sad to hear he couldnât take his mother to eat there. Heâs very sweet. âWell, next time you go there. Tell them I sent you,â I winked at him.Â
âWhat, why?â he asked.Â
âYou thought I would just own a bookstore? I also own all three LâIncatato restaurants,â I smiled, his eyes got so big I was wondering if they would come out of the sockets.Â
âNo way!â he laughed, âWhat are the odds?â I shrugged. âWhat else do I need to know about you?â he smiled.Â
âLetâs get coffee first,â I said.
Charlesâ POV
Everything was quiet.Â
All I could hear was the sound of the waves.Â
I felt at piece.Â
The piece was interrupted by the alarm going off from my phone. I turned it off and looked at Mateo, âSunscreen time,â I said. He got up from his chair and walked to me. I looked around me but I couldnât find the sunscreen anywhere. Where did I put it? âI canât find the sunscreen,â
âOh-oh,â he said.Â
âI think I have another sunscreen around, wait here,â I got up from my chair and looked into one of the compartments of the yacht until I found one sunscreen, I went back to Mateo and opened the cap.Â
âI donât use that sunscreen,âÂ
âI canât find your sunscreen so we have to use this one,â I explained. I put some on my fingers and applied it into his face, gently.Â
âIt smells funny,â he giggled. I did as well.Â
As I blended the sunscreen into his face I said, âWhat do you think your maman is doing?âÂ
âWhatâs maman?â he asked.Â
I laughed a bit, âyour mom,âÂ
âOh!â he shrugged. âI donât know. Probably on her date.â I stopped for a second. âHey, why did you stop?â
âYour mom is on a date?â I asked.Â
âMmhm,â he nodded. âI heard Tia Steph talking about it. My mom sounded very excited,âÂ
Y/n is on a date? âAnd do you know who he is?â he nodded. âWho is he?âÂ
âI donât know,â he shrugged.Â
I smiled for a bit but I was so confused. âWhat- but you just-âÂ
âMy face feels funny,â he scratched his cheek, âits itchy and burning,â my smile started to fade.Â
His face was becoming very red. I have to call Y/nÂ
Y/Nâs POVÂ
âSo letâs see if I understand,â Arthur said. âYou own a bookstore,â he counted with his finger and I nodded, âYou own one of the most successful restaurants in Monaco,âÂ
âAnd Italy,â I addedÂ
âAnd Italy!â he said, adding a finger to his count. âYou are a bestseller author,â I nodded. âYour parents were also authors and they were like the Stephen King of murder mystery books,âÂ
âMhmm,âÂ
âWow,â he let out, âSimply wow. You amaze me.â I laughed. âNo no, truly. You are incredible. You are too perfect,âÂ
âOh no! I am far from perfect. I also have a son,â I said slowly. âHis name is Mateo. He likes to said Mateo with one T after the daycare wrote it with two Tâsâ I laughed a bit. âHeâs very special to me.â Arthur had an intense look on his face, like paying attention to all the words I am saying. As if whatever I was saying matter to him. âYou would like him, heâs very smart for his age.Â
âHe sounds amazing, just like you,â he smiled.Â
âHere,â I pulled up my phone. âLet me show you a picture,â just as I was about to show him one of the newest picture I took of him, eating the naughty brownies, I got an incoming call from Charles. âSorry, I have to take this call,â I apologized.Â
âNo, no. Go ahead,âÂ
I thanked him and answered the phone, âHello Cha-â
âY/N something is Mateo on his face,âÂ
âWhat? Whatâs going on?âÂ
âI don't know! His face is all red and he says itâs itching. Heâs crying and I donât know what to do, pleaseâ In the background I could hear Mateo crying. My heart broken a little, I knew what was happening.Â
âWash his face and keep him under the sade if possible, bring him to me now. This play date is over,â I hung up the phone and looked at Arthur, there was concern in his face.Â
âIs everything okay?âÂ
âI donât know why I thought it would be a good idea for my kid to spend time with his father, and now he got an allergic reaction, Iâm sorry to cut this short, but I have to get going,â he felt bad having to leave like that.Â
âDonât apologize, I understand. I might not know the entire situation but from what you just said, it sounds like the father of your kid is a bad father,â he said.Â
âThank you for understanding,â I didnât deny what he said because I donât really know how Charles is as a father.Â
âPlease let me know how your kid is doing and if you need to talk, Iâm just one phonecall away,â we said our goodbyes and I rushed to my car to get to my apartment. Once I got there, I got the aloe vera out of the freezer and got the aquaphor ready. Once I cut and slided the aloe vera, I put it was in the freezer.Â
A little over an hour, Charles got home with Mateo in his arms, who was still crying, and the backpack I gave him on his shoulders.
Once he saw me he yelled, âMamiiiiiâ he extended his arms towards me.Â
âVen aqui, mi amor, (come here, my love)â I carried him in my arms to the kitchen and sat him on the kitchen counter, I took out the aloe vera from the fridge and said, âThis is going to make you feel better, okay?â he nodded as he scratched his eye with his fist, I pulled his hand out immediately. âYou canât do that Mateo. Youre gonna make it worse.â I put the aloe vera all over his face.Â
âWhy would he do that?â he asked. âI thought you loved me,â he looked at something behind me. I turned around and saw Charles standing behind us, bewildered after what Mateo said. He was only wearing his swimsuit, but none of that really matter now. He had the most sad face I have every seen. âBut you donât love me, thatâs why you left me! You are mean! You are a mean dad! I hate you and I donât wanna see you again!â he yelled.Â
âMateo, calm down, letâs get you in the shower. You need to rest.â I carried him in my arms again. Before I got out of the I turned to Charles and lipped a small âwait hereâÂ
I gave Mateo a quick bath under cold water, put his pijamas on and applied the aquaphor and aloe vera on his face, I brough one of the fans close to his face.Â
âAre you okay now?â I asked him.Â
His green eyes were red from crying. âMami, am I going to be okay? Am i gonna die?âÂ
âNo, mi amor. You are just having a reaction, nothing bad. Youâre going to be okay in a few day,â I reassure him. âNow I need you to sleep. Iâll be checking up on you.â he nodded and closed his eyes.Â
I got out of the room and saw Charles pacing back and forth. âHeâs fine,â I said, my voice made him stop and look at me, âWhat happened to the sunscreen I gave you?âÂ
âI lost it, so I put another instead.â He took out the sunscreen out of Mateoâs bag.Â
I took the sunscreen in my hands and examined the product. âYou put a chemical sunscreen on his face,â I looked at him. âMateo has extreme sensitive skin, he canât use this type of sunscreen.âÂ
His eyes widen after that, âWhy didnât you tell me that?! I shouldâve known that!âÂ
âCharles, I gave you one rule, just one. It was so simple. âDonât lose the sunscreenâ thatâs all.â I looked at the sunscreen again. âFor fucks sake Charles, this sunscreen is expired too!â I threw the sunscreen at him, âAre you out of your mind? What is wrong with you?â I sighed. âJust⌠Go home,â I told him.Â
âI-â
âGo!â he looked at me in the eyes and I knew he regretted everything that happened today. He nodded and left the apartment.Â
I let myself drop on the couch, and fell asleep there. When I woke up, it was dark outside and Steph has just got home, I told hereverything that happened.Â
âMati said a lot of bad stuff to him, I thought Charles was going to cry on the spot,â I told her.Â
âThis kind of stuff couldâve happen to anyone, itâs nobodyâs fault,â she said. Although I wanted to believe her I though that maybe I shouldâve told him about Mateoâs situation. âIâm going to check on Mateo, you go to rest.âÂ
I got up from the couch, and stretched a bit. âThank you, Steph.â I gave her a tight-lipped smile and made my way to my room.Â
Mondayâs are always difficult with Mateo. He never wants to get up, and just wants to keep sleeping.Â
âMateo you are not going to school,â I said as I tried to drag him out of bed, âI just need to face your face and then you can go back to sleep!âÂ
âIâm not going to school?â He got up and and started jumping on the bed, âYes! Yes! That means I can hang out with Sharls more! Yes! Yes! Ye-â he stopped jumping and started at the wall. He gasped and covered his mouth with both of his hands, he turned to look at me. His eyes were less puffy and started to peel but his face was still red.Â
I got in front of him and pulled his hands away from his mouth. His lips started to quiver. He hugged me so fast and so tight I always fell back âMami I was so mean to him. I told him I hate him but I donât hate him, and now Iâll never see him again,â he was crying so hard on my neck. I pulled him away from me and dried his tears.Â
âMateo I cannot have you crying right now, itâs not gonna be good for your face.â I pulled his hair out of his face, âCharles is busy today,â I lied, but I donât think Iâm ready to see him yet after yesterday, âBut we can call him later on and you can talk to him and tell him you didnât mean what you said, okay?â Mateo nodded, more calmed this time. âOkay, letâs go wash your face,âÂ
I love spending my days with Mateo, when we are just hanging out in the couch and we cuddle and he falls asleep in my arms. It reminds me when he was a tiny baby.Â
We are cuddling on the big couch while watching Doraemon, a cartoon I saw while growing up. I heard Mateo murmur something I didnât quite understand.Â
âWhat did you say baby?âÂ
âI said you are my mommy and I love you so much,â he looked at me.Â
âYes baby I know,â I giggled.Â
Mateo sat on the couch. âNo mami, you have to say it baaack,âÂ
âSay what back?â I laughed.Â
âYou have to say that you love me too!â He pushed me a bit, he got on top of me and gave kisses.Â
âNo Mateo, your face!â I laughed now. âOkay, okay. Fine I love you!â He stopped and smiled.Â
I was very tempted to text Charles and let him know about Mateo. I looked at the time, 6:32pm. I think thatâs a good time to call him.Â
âMateo do you wanna call Charles now?â I asked him. He looked down at his lap and then at me again. I could tell he was being shy now. âIâll be there with you,â I told him, this time he nodded. I put my phone out and press the phone button, I looked for his name and press call, at the second ring he answered.Â
âY/n?âÂ
âHeyâŚâÂ
âHowâs Mateo? Is he okay?â I could clearly hear the concern in his voice.Â
âMateo is fine, heâs getting better,â I looked at my son for a second, âHe actually wants to talk to you, Iâm going to put you on speaker, hold on.â I moved the phone out of my face and put the call on speaker, I moved the phone towards my son.Â
âHi SharlsâŚâ his voice was small.Â
âHello Mateo, your maman says you are doing better,âÂ
âYesâŚâÂ
At the other line, Charles let out a long sigh. âIâm sorry I wasnât able to take good care of you. I never wanted to hurt youâ
Mateoâs lip started to tremble, âI didnât mean the stuff I said to you yesterday. I was very mean, Iâm sorry,âÂ
âI forgive you, Mati,âÂ
âNo, you canât call me that, only mommy calls me that,â he was quick to say.Â
âMateo!â I said.Â
âOkay, you can call me Mati,â Charles laughed through the phone.Â
âY/n, can I talk to you?â I pulled the phone back and told Mateo to get the cream and aloe vera to apply it to his face again, after he left the living to get the stuff I took the phone out of speaker.Â
âYes?âÂ
âIs it okay to still have the dinner with my family tomorrow?â Tomorrow is the last day. The day next day Charles is leaving to go to the Baku GP.Â
âYes, I thought thatâs what we agreed on. How many are you guys?âÂ
âEhh⌠Itâs me, my mum and my two brothers,â he said.Â
âOkay, you can be here around seven or eight,â I told him.Â
âOkay, then Iâll see you tomorrow, say goodnight to Mateo for me,âÂ
âAlright, bye.â I hang up.Â
I got everything ready, I got catering from the restaurant. I have the table ready.Â
Steph came out with Mateo next to her, once she saw me, she stopped walking and covered Mateoâs ears.Â
âGirl, you look so hot,â I was wearing a black satin dress and low shoes.Â
âReally? I think itâs too much, I have to go change.â Just as I took one step, I heard a knock on the door.Â
âNo can do, maâam. You have guests outside.â She let go of Mateo and pushed me towards the door. âNow be a nice hostess and open the door,â after she said that, she made her way into the kitchen.Â
I took a deep breath, fixed my dress a bit, and then opened the door, but this wasnât exactly who I expected to see on the other side.Â
âPascale?âÂ
âY/n?â she asked.Â
âMaman?â Charles asked.Â
âMaman?!â I asked.Â
âY/n?â Charles asked again.Â
âCharles, youâreâŚâ Pascale started. She looked at me, and then at Charles. She knows the truth about everything. I feel my eyes burning. What the actual fuck is going on? Can this get any worse? A little far back, I could hear the voice of two guys speaking French.Â
âY/n, you know my mom?â Charles asked. I think Iâm going to puke.Â
Before I could answer, the two guys got behind Charles, still talking in within themselves. Is thatâŚ?Â
âArthur?!â The blond guy turned his face so fast. I was wrong, it can and it did get worse. I felt my whole body start to shake. I want to run far far away from this dinner, I want to floor to open a hole and swallow me whole.
âY/N?â Seeing Arthur next to Charles, I could see the resemblance. The dimples, the smile. His face went pale and his eyes looked at me and then his brother. What are the odds? This canât be right.Â
Everyone was in some sort of shock, except for the other guy. He was just confused. He pushed Arthur behind and got in between Pascale and Charles. âIâm Lorenzo, very nice to meet,â He greeted me with two kisses on the cheek.Â
âYeahâŚâ I managed to say. âSameâŚâÂ
What the fuck do I do now?Â
Author's Note - Please please read.
AHHHHHHHH I hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter. This is the longest chapter I have written so far. This chapter has been so intense for me to write because of how long it is. It has taken me two and a half weeks to write. I would really appreciate to know what you guys thought of the chapter.
I love writing, I love the idea of Una Noche En Monaco a lot, and I really wish I could update more frequent. You guys are so lovely with the messages you sent me. Your comments, your praises and your support on this story is what makes me want to continue to write, truly. I mean the absolute world to me and I want to thank you guys for that. You guys are the best!
I have so many ideas for new stories of Charles that I wish I could be able to tell you. Like the royal!Charles x low class!reader, royal!Charles x royal! reader, Charles x Ferrari driver! reader, and two more that I can't even say.
If you guys let me vent for a bit, these past few weeks have been a bit of a struggle for me because I am not having that much work at my main job because we work with school and if there's no school, then there's no money, and my second job doesn't have events available to work. So I'm kinda jobless which is really really bad because I have tons of bills to pay and Miami is freaking expensive. All of this is freaking me out a bit and I just can't wait for school to start again so I can have work đđ
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Since we did Christmas theme last slick Sunday Iâm gonna do a new years theme this week
So canon events happen EXCEPT when they first go to reefer ricks they find A!Eddie in a stress induced rut since he watched chrissy die. A stress rut/heat can be very stressful (hence the name) and last up to 5 days unless you have someone to help you through it, then it mostly just lasts 12-24 hours.
When they get there the whole bottle to the neck thing still happens but after O!Steve and B!Robin figure out whatâs going on they send the kids outside and Steve and Eddie agrees to spend the rut together to make it pass faster (this is a dream come true for both of them but theyâre not gonna say that). Steve lets max drive them back because there is no fucking way heâs gonna let Dustin drive his car and Robin has never driven a car so sheâs not an option. Once theyâve left and itâs just Steve and Eddie alone together they get it going ya know đ. They make a stupid âletâs not kissâ rule that lasts approximately 5 minutes and then they kiss (and fuck) each other stupid for 12 hours.
While theyâre still tied together by eddies last knot Steve shyly asks if maybe Eddie would like to go to dinner once this is all over and he happily agrees. For the rest of the UD fighting they keep close and scent each other for comfort because fighting monsters is terrifying.
Eddie still gets half eaten by bats but Steve gets there in time to carry him out and drive ALL OF THEM to a hospital (everyone in this stupid group needs to be checked out you cannot convince me otherwise). Steve is extremely distressed while Eddie is in surgery but thatâs his alpha! Of course heâs distressed. They give him eddies shirt while Steve gets his wounds looked at so heâll calm down.
Once they get the news that Eddie makes it through okay Steve collapses from relief and the nurses put him in a bed in eddies room (because while most of the town might think Eddieâs a killer they know this alpha and omega need each other and theyâre not gonna separate them because that would be fkn stupid).
They go through eddies recovery together because theyâve upgraded to courting by now (Eddie had to ask hopper and Claudia for permission to court their pseudo son and that was an interesting conversation).
Since so much has been going on Steve doesnât notice until at the beginning of June how heâs having some weird cravings and is feeling kinda nauseous most days.
And while Eddie is his boyfriend and Robin is the platonic love of his life they tend to overthink and overreact and be dramatic so he goes to Claudia because sheâs a nurse (and his mom) and if heâs sick heâd rather talk to a professional. So theyâre sitting in the hendersons kitchen drinking tea while heâs explaining all his symptoms and Steve starts to get worried because Claudia has tears in her eyes but before Steve can overthink she just gathers him up in a hug and tells him she thinks heâs pregnant. They get a test, Steve takes it and five minutes later theyâre both crying on the Henderson bathroom floor because heâs going to have a pup!
Claudia drives him to Wayne and eddies new house so he can tell his alpha and celebrate. Eddie is so happy he takes his first steps without a cane since he got hurt and Wayne is just smiling big because his boy is so happy!
(Thereâs another conversation with hopper where he has to come to terms with the fact that his grandkids father is gonna be the guy he buys weed from)(he gets a family discount now)
Months of relationship bliss pass where Steve and Eddie really get to know each other and become a family.
They get to celebrate Christmas with a heavily pregnant Steve and he goes in to labour 2 hours before midnight on December 31st. They celebrate their first new years together in the hospital and Eddie sneaks a new years kiss from Steve between contractions. At 4:07 am on January 1st 1987 their daughter is born happy and healthy and Steve steals a late new years kiss of his own but instead of kissing Eddie heâs kissing his first pups cheek while Eddie lovingly watches.
Who knew that week from hell could give them everything theyâve ever wanted: the love of their life and a pup to start out the new year!
Okay this got way longer than I thought but oh well ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ hope you like it and happy new years!!!đ§Ą
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Everybody talks abt the bakugous adopting toga, now get ready for: the togas adopt bakugou
They adopt him when he's around 5 years old, after an accident with his Quirk awakening heavily injures his mother, putting her in a medically-induced coma. His father isn't capable of taking care of a child after that, and katsuki is sent into foster care. Part of him has given up on the idea that his dad would ever take him back, but the other part is clinging onto the hope that his mother would wake up and find him. Wherever he is.
The Toga's foster Katsuki for a few months initially, which turns into a full year. Himiko, about 6 years old, likes the idea of having a new little brother.
(I've heard theories before that Himiko already had some other unnamed siblings since she's described as "the oldest daughter of the family" but to keep things simple let's just say she was an only child up until this point.)
(Also, I don't know whether this is canon or not, but while Himiko is her first name, we aren't sure if Toga is her real last name. But again, to keep things simple, let's just say that it is.)
Katsuki was a tough nut to crack, or maybe he would be if his foster parents ever really tried. From what we see in Toga's backstory, I assume they're not really there for their kids emotionally. As long as they eat three meals a day and have a roof over their heads, they've done their jobs, or at least that's what they think.
Katsuki and Himiko are left alone a lot. Maybe their folks are always busy at work or just didn't spend much time with them. Either way, the two become closer as the only kids in the house.
Now, canon Katsuki would probably be really judgemental about Himiko's gorey interests, but in this AU, he has literally almost killed his mother. He's in no place to judge and he knows that. No matter what crazy infatuation this girl has, it's got nothing compared to what was practically a murder.
Katsuki's a little more closed off at this age, kind of like in the canon storyline, but at age 5-6. Having lost his parents, his friends, and being put in some stranger's home, he's not the type to really show off anymore. He's hard to get to know, but Himiko never stops trying.
Despite everything, a bond begins to bloom.
Katsuki and Himiko are inseparable. They do little kid things like Katsuki going "watch this!" Before doing something cool and making sure his sister gets to watch, and Himiko cheers him on like he's just done the most amazing thing in the world. And to her, it probably was.
This is where Katsuki's show-offiness begins to bloom again. He loves showing his sister all his achievements. A perfect score on a test, an award from the sports festival at school, no matter how big or small he shows it to his sister who always cheers him on and encourages him to keep going. He works hard to get better at school, does well in sports, all to get his sister's attention, which she gives generously. She loves watching her little brother succeed in everything. Everyday she's so, so proud of him for something new. She's proud to call him her brother.
Katsuki's personality rubs off on Himiko, too. She starts to get a little competitive, especially when the two play against each other. Be it badminton, tennis, or even just a game of tag, these two are unstoppable. And there's never a sore loser because one will always be proud of the other no matter what the scores are.
Himiko also rubs off on Katsuki, more than she'd like to admit.
I don't think canon katsuki was ever the type to be grossed out or queasy about gorey things. He'd probably find dead animals on the side of the road and call his sister so she could check it out too. As they get older, he brings along a camera, so he can take pictures of all the bloody details for her to examine later. By now Katsuki has been legally adopted, though there still isn't much of a bond between him and his new parents. They are proud of his achievements of course, but they prefer to show him off at parties like a showdog. He prefers Himiko's way of showing her pride in him way more. It feels more genuine.
Katsuki and Himiko aren't exactly delinquents, but they do get into trouble a lot. Katsuki has grown to be a little more violent due to Himiko's influence, enjoying seeing the blood burst from someone's face when it comes in contact with his fist. After he beats someone up, he likes to take a moment to examine his handiwork. A broken nose, a black eye, a tooth landing somewhere, he finds joy in it. He's definitely more of a bully in this AU, not out of anger, but out of pure bloodlust.
At this point he hasn't heard much from his dad, but he visits his mom at the hospital now and then. He gives her updates on his new life, tells her about Himiko, and all his achievements. Part of him doesn't really think she'll ever wake up again. But another still clings onto the hope.
Katsuki and Himiko are middleschool outcasts. Weirdos. Freaks. They don't have many friends, but they have each other, and that's what counts.
Katsuki is still very into heroes, but he let go of the idea of ever becoming one. The shame from his Quirk awakening has left him afraid to use his own Quirk for almost ten years now. It's Himiko that encourages him to use it, calling it a beautiful ability that should be shared. It takes a while, but by graduation, Katsuki is dead set on becoming a hero. Not for money or fame, but for his sister.
Katsuki has also been very supportive of Himiko's interests from the beginning. In fact, he encourages her to become a nurse. After middle school she starts studying medicine, and by the time Katsuki's at UA, guess who's Recovery Girl's cute little sidekick/apprentice.
Himiko gets a front-row seat to all of Katsuki's high school achievements. She cheers him on from the sidelines as he wins the UA Sports Festival, while also treating all the poor souls who fought against him. This is actually how she meets Ochaco. A real meet cute.
She gets angry at how the awards ceremony went, and even got Recovery Girl to use her status at the school to speak to the teachers on her behalf. She's still pretty ticked off by the time they get home, and tells Katsuki to throw the medal away, but he doesn't. He keeps it in his room. It's a symbol of the first time in his life that someone aside from his sister acknowledged his abilities, his Quirk, as a good thing. Aizawa's speech during his fight with Ochaco was proof. After that, he follows his teacher around like a lost puppy, and in turn Himiko does, too. Now he's got two little blonde kids tailing him, and he just gets used to it at some point.
Katsuki's personality is a lot less angry and more a...weird kind of friendly. He got like, half a cup of bimbo-ness from Himiko, as well as a couple of her more tame friendly influences. But he does sometimes get a little too close, and asks questions very bluntly, sometimes offending or making people uncomfortable. But considering 1-A is just a mosh pit of weirdo high school kids, they all get along just fine.
Katsuki and Izuku reunite at UA. It was actually Izuku who approached him. Having missed all the middle school bullying since Katsuki was in another school at the time, the same one Himiko went to, he's a lot more confident. The two have a grand reunion and become better than best friends. They, along with Himiko and Ochaco, hang out together a lot in and out of school. It gets to the point that Ochaco gets a little too happy when she gets injured, knowing she'll get a free pass to visit the cute nurse at the infirmary. Izuku gets to join Himiko on the front row to all of Katsuki's victories, which assigns him as Vice President of the Katsuki Fan Club instantly.
I have so many more ideas for them and I kinda wanna draw/write more about it, so tell me what you think! If this gets very little attention my shyness and short attention span will probably shift me to something elseđ
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3 Times Jake Lockley Tried to Kill You and 1 Time He Saved Your Life
Part 1 of 5 - Knife
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Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader
Summary: Jake has been hired to assassinate you - the daughter of Chicago's most powerful and corrupt man
Or: If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Word Count: 2.5k
Content: nsfw, mdni, more below the cut, READ the warnings. Dead dove - you will get what is warned!
There is no non-con in this fic, but it's dark in the sense that the reader IS in real danger from Jake. Violence, language, stalking, blood, knife play, also actual knife use - like for its intent - stabbing, danger, sexy dreams, glove kink, masturbation, not beta'd
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The second time Jake saw you up close, he darkly chuckled to himself at how easy of a mark you were.
Everyone in his line of work knew who you were - the beautiful daughter of the most powerful man in the city. And your father had endless enemies.
Including the one who hired Jake to take you out. Jake's boss was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. To assassinate the most powerful mob boss' only daughter required someone removed from the situation. Someone professional. Invisible.
Jake wasn't stupid either. There wasn't enough money in this city to lure him into crossing your father.
No, this was plain, old fashioned revenge. So maybe Jake's boss was stupid - this was personal, for Jake anyway.
So tonight, as he saw you walking out of a club with your girlfriends, your inept bodyguards flanking you, he sneered.
You had style - that, Jake had to admit. Your dress fit you like a glove, but landed an inch or so longer than your obvious minionsâ skirts. The girls around you were trying too hard. You didnât have to.
They flocked to your power and your money (or your father's), but the attempt was desperate, at best.
But you held yourself with a self-assurance and something Jake had no idea he was interested in until he'd started tailing you: class.
Your eyes shone as your laughter rang out into the night. You mustâve been a little tipsy, if the glow of your cheeks was any indication.
The bodyguards - who Jake mentally referred to as Dumb and Dumber - ushered the small group of you into a waiting car.
Jake thought about it: driving you. Using his day (or night) job to get close to you. Too complicated. You had a faithful driver, well paid, who had shuttled you around the city practically all your life. Then, of course there were Dumb and Dumber and the other girls to...dispose of.
So no driving. Not this time.
You rarely ventured out alone, but Jake had discovered your quietest moments. You lived in a hotel, actually - one of your father's - in a penthouse, with, at least, adequate security.
So, no home invasion. That made Jake feel like a creep anyway, and he wasn't a creep. He was a professional.
He found the easiest access to you would likely come during one of your early morning jogs in the park, or while you liked to shop or run errands during the day.
In fact, he walked right by you just yesterday.
That was the first time he saw you up close.
You were even more beautiful up close.
Yesterday, he simply wanted to see if Dumb and Dumber would notice how close he got. He was also checking out the lack of security cameras in the park.
He had to do this right. And even then, he would flee afterward. He hated this city anyway.
Fucking Chicago. Every horrible thing in his life went wrong in this city. New York never treated him so poorly. And besides, the alter in his head preferred life across the pond. So, finishing this job would be the perfect excuse to never return.
So the next morning, he arrived in the park before sunrise. Sure enough, you came jogging round the corner, an unsafe number of strides ahead of Dumb and Dumber. Or...it was only Dumber this time. One bodyguard? Seriously, this was too easy.
All it took was a gloved hand around your mouth and a knife to your ribs to get you where he wanted you, into the dense thicket, away from prying eyes.
You struggled, but Jakeâs experience won out. He used the tip of his knife to inflict the slightest twinge of pain.
"I can make this almost painless," he breathed on your ear.
You whimpered, angry with yourself for going limp in his arms as you felt the pinch of pain in your ribs.
However, you're weren't stupid either. If he wanted to kill you, he would have dragged that blade across your jugular with your mouth still covered. You would bleed out silently and he would have plenty of time to escape before your bodyguard found you.
His annoying poke to your ribs and striking up a conversation meant he wanted something else and that's why you shuddered. This was a kidnapping or an assault. Or he was a sick freak who wanted to play with his food first.
He whirled you around and pushed you up against a tree, crowding in front of you, with your mouth still covered.
The tree's bark scraped against your bare legs, but cold, dark eyes which - under different circumstances, might have captivated you - momentarily distracted you.
Distinguished nose - mouth set in a thin line, strong, square jaw with a beard - well kempt. Dark brown curls peeked out of a flat cap. He almost looked like something out of the 1930's when you really thought about it.
Which...given the circumstances, why in the hell were you thinking about his looks?
Finding your courage, you tried to speak against his gloved hand. He positioned the knife at your throat - finally a more useful spot - and breathed against your cheek. "Scream and it'll be your last word, doll."
You nodded quickly, trying to blink back the moisture in your eyes. Your father was going to end this asshole, but you might suffer mightily first.
Slowly, Jake removed his hand, keeping it close to your mouth in case you got any ideas.
"Why didn't you just cut my throat?" You gasped, your chest heaving, drawing his eyes momentarily down to the fit of your sports bra and your chest, glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
"Are you offering suggestions?" One dark eyebrow shot up, almost comedically.
"It would be the quickest and quietest way," you confessed, shrugging one shoulder. "I'm just trying to see what I'm in for. You want me to beg or something? Cry? Just tell me and get it over with."
Jake chucked.
Oh. So he was a condescending asshole. Awesome.
Still, he didn't taunt you or threaten you, which probably meant ... damn it.
"Aw hell, you're a pervert then?" You scoffed. "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're hoping."
That puzzled your captor, but only for a moment. " - no," he scoffed. "That's not something I have to...coerce."
You rolled your eyes, but made sure to keep still because that knife tip was starting to dig into your throat. "I'm sure you're a real catch. Just get this over with. My bodyguard will be here soon."
The corner of Jake's mouth curled. "Trust me, I'm not worried about him."
You shivered slightly, realizing he'd done his homework. "What do you want?" You managed, a little more desperately than you were hoping to sound.
"Revenge," he evenly responded
You locked eyes and saw honesty there.
You slightly nodded, swallowing hard as his breath ghosted your cheek.
"W-what did I do to you?"
Jake's eyes darkened as he pulled the blade from your throat and positioned it right over your heart.
"Your father killed my brother."
Wetting your lips, you whispered, "I'm sorry. I-I don't know anything about that."
"'Course you don't," Jake sneered. "But your father does."
"So I have to pay for your brother's life with my own?" You hurriedly reasoned. "You think that will make my father suffer the way you have? There's no way. I don't even think he loves me." Your voice was now dripping with panic, but Jake started to admire the way you fired off protests.
"Nice try," Jake scoffed. "Everyone knows you're daddy's pride and joy. You're the only way to his heart."
"Then do it," you spat. "I hate all this Criminal Minds villain discourse bullshit. Just put us both out of our misery."
"Villain?" Jake huffed. "I'm the villain? Your father has corrupted this entire city! And you benefit from every cent and every life he takes. You're the villain - both of you."
"Then what are you fucking waiting for?" You hissed, jerking against him, causing the knife to slip and slice your chest.
"Shit!" You cried out, your hands flying to cover your wound, which was only superficial, but still hurt like hell.
The gloved hand clamped back over your mouth as the knife tip dragged down your sternum to just under your ribs once more. Without hesitation, he pushed the blade into your abdomen.
You screamed into his hand, tears streaming down your face. Your body flamed with searing pain as you went limp in his arms.
"Shhh, shh, sweetheart. It's only enough to slow you down. You'll live. Promise."
And he fucking left you there.
With his knife inside you.
Oh your father was going to crucify this asshole.
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You spent hardly any time at all in the hospital - the wound was so insignificant. Still, you were stabbed so it warranted medical attention and your father was furious. He attempted to double security around you and forbade you from leaving your penthouse.
You indulged him for a day or so but you weren't one to be caged. He'd made your life enough of a living hell. You felt scared all the time, always a pressure point for him - a bargaining chip for his enemies.
You didn't tell him about the bouquet of tulips you received from your attacker, with a note that read, 'Did you keep what I left inside you?'
The next day, gardenias arrived with another note. 'I'll show you how to use it sometime.'
Okay, so maybe you were stupid. Because instead of turning the notes over to your father, or even the police (not likely), you kept them to yourself.
The most intriguing thing about this mystery man was how he was managing to get these flowers and notes past your (obviously shit) security.
You dreamed.
He's pinned you up against the tree. His gloved hand applies pressure to your throat. The tip of his knife blade traces lightly over your bottom lip, before he drags it down the smooth column of your throat. He trails down your chest, raking it between your breasts before slicing right through your sports bra. Your breasts spring free and his eyes darken. He grazes your nipple with the blade - the cool metal electrifying your peak, making it go stiff.
His grip on your throat loosens as he pushes gloved fingers up over your jaw and slips his leather clad digits into your mouth. His eyes find yours again as you obediently suck without being asked.
He pushes his fingers to the back of your throat, gagging you, which makes him smirk.
Then he surprises you by taking his hand out of your mouth and pushing the hilt of the knife into your palm.
"Hold this for me, baby," he instructs, roughly shoving his sopping wet glove - wet with your spit - into your tight leggings, slipping them between your already soaked folds.
Your hand shakes as you realize you have the power - you have the knife and you can get away. You can hurt him back, like he hurt you.
Without another thought, you jab the knife into his side, even as his gloved thumb circles your clit.
"That's my girl," he pants as blood pools and spills through his crisp, white dress shirt. You yank the knife back out, puzzled, but your brain is starting to short-circuit from the wildest fingerfucking you've ever experienced.
You try to whisper his name, wondering if he'll be okay, but you realize - you don't even know his name. You have no inkling whose fingers are stuffed inside your cunt, even as you grind down on his palm, riding his glove like a toy.
You woke up covered in sweat, slick heat pooled between your legs even as your belly filled with shame.
Without another thought, you reached into your nightstand drawer for the knife he left inside you.
You yanked your nightgown aside, gently running the cool metal over your nipples, just the way he'd done in your dream.
You shoved your fingers into your mouth, just like he had, and once they were sopping you slid them into your silky panties and rubbed your clit furiously.
"Oh god," you moaned, writhing, carefully scraping the knife across your other nipple before a nasty idea formed. You used the knife handle and pushed it down over your clit with two fingers of the opposite hand stuffed inside you.
You felt wrong - disgusted with yourself. The man wasn't being sexy - this wasn't some fantasy of a dangerous man in the woods. He had no interest in you. He threatened you - stabbed you, for fuck's sake. Who knew what else he was capable of? He could've taken advantage of your body or sliced your throat.
And now he'd sent the flowers and messages. So he was probably a stalker. This would escalate and be dragged out, just like you'd wanted to avoid.
He was probably watching you right now.
...which, to your utter shame made you feral.
You moaned so loudly, you were sure your bodyguards would rush in.
"Can you see me?" You panted, repulsed with yourself, but so close, rubbing the blunt end of the knife faster and faster over your clit as you shoved your fingers as deep as they would go.
One more thought of that horrible man plunging his knife in you and your back arched euphorically as a powerful orgasm wracked your body - as good as any with your array of top-of-the-line toys.
As you lay there panting, wondering how you would rid yourself of this shameful new obsession - masturbating to a man who wanted revenge against your father - who attacked you and honestly, showed no real interest in you - you decided you needed a way to reach him.
He was able to get to you somehow, by sending you flowers and notes.
So the next day, you instructed your staff to return a wrapped, sealed box to whomever delivered flowers, and you paid handsomely to make sure the box got back to the sender.
It may never make it to the mystery man, but you had to try.
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"I told you - you can't come back here," Jake scolded the young delivery boy.
"Sorry, mister. That lady gave me a ton of money to bring this to you."
Fortunately, Jake had met up with this little idiot on a street corner and not near where he lived, nor near his car. He also used a false name.
It was risky enough sending things to you, but you got under his skin.
He knew this was all a bad idea. His boss wanted you dead and Jake wanted his revenge for Randall.
But here he was, behaving like a pathetic stalker, sending you flowers and creepy notes, bypassing your security.
And now you sent something back?
Jake pulled the lid from the box and almost choked. It was his knife. Something had...dried on the handle, along with what he could only assume was still your blood on the blade. And there was a handwritten note.
'I came on it.'
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Chapter 1: Moving in
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Summary: Single mom moves into a third floor apartment with her 5 year old daughter. Nanami Kento lives on the second floor and knows someone is moving in when he hears the furniture scraping across the floor to find its spot in the apartment. He expects the noise to end in a day or two but then hears the little pitter patter of tiny feet followed by a muffled, "Stop running!" Well... this should be interesting.
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Monday
*Second floor, Nanami's apartment*Â
Team leader Nanami Kento grabs his mug of freshly brewed tea and goes to sit in his office to begin the work day. It's almost the same thing every single day but he enjoys the job so far. The team is responsible and quick, he can work quietly from home, and most importantly, the pay is much better than any of his past jobs. He'll be able to save most of his check and save enough to move to a better place soon. The current building was breaking down and it seemed that every neighbor had a new complaint every day. He really does feel bad for anyone that falls for the listing and is conned by the landlady who just wants to fill the apartments for rent. He should've known better, a two bed two bath for much less than anything in the area was bound to have its conditions.
He sighs thinking about the apartment but logs in for the day and begins reading through the emails that came in over the weekend. A few emails in and he hears a couple loud thumps upstairs. He knew Truman left last week but the landlady was very quick to con someone (again) to take that space.
Nanami sighs, "Welcome to the money pit, neighbor."
He continues his morning while hearing the furniture scraping across the floor to find its spot in the apartment. The heavier furniture was loud and slow and the lighter stuff was clear and quick. It should only be a day or two at most of this noise. That is, until he hears quick and small pitter patters from the living room to right above his office.
Nanami pauses and focuses to listen through the thin walls. He hears a very muffled, "This is my room, mommy! Mommy! Momma!"
A kid? Nanami wonders.
*Third floor, your apartment*
You swing the door open and pout at the old discolored paint. This apartment wasn't at the top of your list, not even in your top 10, but it was cheaper than everything else and close to Yunn's school. Mr. Truman warned you about this apartment but also said it was a good temporary spot for you and Yunn. At least until your application was approved for any of the other apartments, townhouses, or rental houses you applied for. Mr. Truman and Jessie promised they'd let you know if they ever passed by any 'For Rent' sign.
You move out of the way while holding Yunn's hand to let the mover see the space to know what to bring up first. They quickly scan the room and go back down to bring the first bunch of furniture. You walk to the kitchen bar to check the papers left on the counter and look up to see the movers with the couch and side tables.Â
"Momma, can I go see the rooms?"
"Yeap, but remember what I told you please."
Yunn indeed does not remember and sprints off to one end of the apartment towards the smaller room. "This is my room, mommy! Mommy! Momma!"
You try to do a quiet tip-toe run after your daughter to get her to quiet down.Â
"Stop running!" you catch up to your excited daughter. âYunnuen, I had told you to please not run and not yell. Please, baby, we just talked about this.â
She looks up and nods but continues to look around the room. Mr. Truman had said that although the neighbors constantly complained about management, they were very nice to each other. He told you the downstairs neighbor wouldnât mind a little noise but you wanted to avoid making any noise, period. Mr. Truman said the neighbor worked from home and the last thing you wanted was to disturb someone while they worked or become a nuisance when they're trying to rest.
âKnock knock!â
âMs. Jessie!â Yunn ran to the room door where Mr. Truman and Jessie stood.
âThe movers are in and out and the door is open, we hope you donât mind that we came in!â
Jessie was Yunnâs old pre-k teacher. She knew everything from your work schedule, to Yunnâs dad, to your struggle of finding a new place. You both grew close throughout the year especially after Yunn moved up to kinder. Mr. Truman is Jessieâs father. He works as a janitor at the same school and saw you often when youâd stay a bit longer after school to talk to Jessie and let Yunn play in the playground. He had to move in with Jessie after a back injury and told you about his old apartment. He did warn you about the shabbiness of it but said itâd be alright in the meantime. The kind older man offered to help with any maintenance issues and although you agreed at the time, you knew you would never call the poor man to work with his injured back. Youâd figure it out⌠you hoped.
âNo no, of course not! You didnât have to come! Itâs your day off, you shouldâve stayed home to relax.â
Jessie looks up from hugging Yunn, âDidnât want to stay home. I can help put some of the boxes in the correct rooms and at least start unboxing a few things.â
âAnd I wanted to show you a couple things around the building. Most of the things in here are old and get stuck. We all have â or had for me, our own ways of doing things around here,â Mr. Truman smiled at you. The gentlest smile, similar to the smile he always had around Jessie. âCome on, follow me down to the mailbox. Damn thing always gets stuckâ
If anyone knew the building, it would be him. You start to follow Mr. Truman out the door when you turn and tell Yunnuen to stay with Jessie and not leave her sight.
*First floor, mailboxes*
Nanami pushes his mailbox slot to get it open. He wasnât expecting any mail but he was making time for the new upstairs neighbor to finish moving things in the room directly above him to make a couple work calls. He takes a coupon page from the inside and closes his box.Â
âBe careful with the last steep step here, hold that babyâs hand tight when coming down or she might tumble one day.â
The familiar voice made Nanami turn quickly. Was thatâŚ? âTruman?â Nanami asked.
âNanami! Hello boy, good thing I caught you here, thereâs someone you should meet.â
You were a couple steps behind Mr. Truman, carrying a couple welcome bags with things the elderly neighbors had given you after knowing you were a friend of their close friend and had a little girl.
âNanami, this is y/n, sheâs moving into my old place with her little girl. y/n, this is Nanami, the downstairs neighbor,â Mr. Truman fumbles for the mailbox key you handed him on the staircase, âIâm gonna show her my trick to box 303.â
Only her and her daughter... single mom? Nanami extends his hand, âWell, welcome to the building, y/n.â
You shake his hand and smile, âThank you, Mr. Truman mentioned you work from home. Please let me know if we get too loud, Iâll try to keep our volume down either way but please let me know if itâs too much.â
Nanami shakes his head, âItâs alright, I donât mind.â
You smile again, but still feel a little bad at the thought that Yunnuen could be running around while this man tried to work. Despite Mr. Truman telling you about this man's calm and patient behavior, you still wanted to avoid any extreme noise. Itâs a temporary place, but you still want to be considerate to others.
Mr. Truman calls you over to show you how he would push the mailbox up and slightly to the left to get it open. Mr. Truman closes the mailbox after wiggling it around and continues to talk about the trash chute, the main doorway, avoiding the elevator unless you have heavy things, the never opened or available maintenance office, the broken window at the end of the hall, the flickering light on the 2nd floor staircase, and on and on and on.Â
âCall me when you need something. Iâm still close and know this building better than anyone, including that landlady!â Mr. Truman hits his chest to emphasize his point, making you smile.Â
Nanami notices your hesitation about calling Truman, but excuses himself to go up to his apartment.Â
âDonât work too much, boy! Itâs a holiday and itâs supposed to be a long weekend!â
Nanami gives a small smile to the old man, âJust a bit more today, promise.â He politely smiles, nods towards you and turns to leave.
Handsome, you thought.
Pretty, Nanami thought.
Thursday
*First floor, maintenance office*
Nanami opens the main entrance door and is immediately greeted by the warmth of the first floor. He pulls the bags on his right hand closer to himself and begins going up the stairs, but stops when he sees you trying to peek through the closed blinds of the maintenance office.
Nanami steps away from the staircase and walks a few feet towards you, âTheyâre supposed to be here Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays at least half day but Iâve never seen them open for more than a couple hours at a time. You might have missed them already.â
You quickly turn towards him, slightly disgruntled at the closed office. You put your hands on your hips and ask, "do you think theyâll come in tomorrow?"
Nanami slightly tilts his head to the side and without saying a word, you understood completely. You sigh heavily and pace in front of the office before pointing to the closed door, âWould you happen to have a number or contact for any maintenance person?â
"Yeah," he shrugs, but before you get too excited, he said, "Truman. He was our unofficial in-house maintenance man and he was the one that everyone called."
You hesitate before saying, "I wouldnât want to bother him. His back is still hurt pretty bad and I wouldnât want him on the floor."
"On the floor?" Nanami raises his eyebrows.
Nanami notices how you hesitate to answer, but you continue, "I noticed a small leak underneath the kitchen sink and I thought I just had to tighten it so I did but itâs been leaking nonstop since yesterday. I wouldnât want to call Mr. Truman and ask him to basically crawl under my sink to figure out whatâs wrong."
Nanami looks at his watch and sees he has 40 minutes left of his lunch. He looks back up, "I know we just met and Iâm not a maintenance man but Truman did teach me a few things. Before you, I was the youngest in this building and he said every young man needed to learn how to handle things around his apartment," He chuckles at the memory of the older man happily walking downstairs to Nanami's apartment to help, "He helped me at first, but towards the end, he would just bring me the tools and supplies and watch me fix things on my own. I can go up and see whatâs wrong with it, I have about 40 minutes left so I can at least check it out."
"Didn't you just say Mr. Truman would take his tools to you?" you ask, trying to find a way to sneak in a kind no, thank you.Â
"Yeah but he gave me about half his tool box when he moved out. Said Iâd need it eventually," Nanami grins at the memory, "guess he was right."
Nanami sees you hesitate again and look down the hall. I don't want to ask any neighbor for this kind of help, I just moved in and don't know anything about him, you think. But â I do need the help, I can't have Yunn in a place without a properly working kitchen sink. You cross your arms and tell him, "I wouldnât want to impose. I havenât even been here in a week and I would already be asking you for something."
Nanami smiles and shakes his head. "It would be no imposition," he nods towards the staircase and motions you to walk up with him. "And I think youâve held out long enough, maybe longer than the rest of us. A lot of us came down to the maintenance office the second day we were here."
Damn... I guess I can repay him later?
You lightly laugh and start ascending the stairs with your neighbor. "I'm y/n by the way, I know the last time I saw you was Monday," you stretch your hand out and Nanami introduces himself again.
"How can I pay you back? I wouldnât want a free favor and I donât want to take advantage of your generosity."
"Well letâs see what the issue is first. But I really donât mind, Truman helped me when I needed it most. Iâd be happy to help."
You turned your face away from Nanami, but he saw your tight-lipped smile. You both reach the second floor and tell Nanami you have a few tools he can use so he wouldn't have to stop to get his tools. Nanami nods and gives a small ok as you slowly reach your apartment door.
"Let me just say that I havenât really had a chance to organize things how I would like and my daughter is not very good at picking things up before school," you reach into your pocket for the key and start to open your door.
Nanami laughs a bit behind you as you open the door. If it werenât because you and Truman have mentioned your daughter, or the toys splattered on the living room floor, he wouldnât believe a kid lived above him. Besides the first day and the chaos of moving in, he never heard any small footsteps running around or a child's laugh through the walls. He was somewhat impressed that you had kept your promise about keeping the noise down, but he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed though. Maybe he was looking forward to the noise of a child's laughter, sometimes the evenings were too quiet or they were filled with the elderly neighbor's drama filled evening programs.
"May I?" Nanami points to the bags in his hand and a spot on the floor near your door.
"Oh, I can take those, we can just put them on the table."
Nanami shrugs his shoulders a bit, his heavy coat becoming heavier in your warm apartment. You put his bags on an entryway table and ask him to follow you to the kitchen. He had been inside Trumanâs apartment before and even though he knows it's the exact same layout as his own, he says nothing and lets you lead him in.Â
Nanami sees you keep a good few feet from him in your apartment and he honestly canât blame you, you just let a new neighbor you donât know into your house. He avoids getting closer than necessary to not make you uncomfortable and opens the cabinets under the kitchen sink. You open the cupboard beside the sink and take out your toolbox for him to use.
"Thank you," he smiles and gives you a quick glance before turning back to the pipe underneath the sink. He shrugs his shoulders again to try to shift the increasingly warm jacket and reaches for the wrench to start working on the sink trap.
You leave the small kitchen and head for the area on the other side of the bar. If Nanami looked up, he would be able to find you and you werenât sure where to stand while he worked. You didn't want to hover, but you also didnât feel like you should leave him completely alone since he was doing you a favor. You grab a closed box and start unpacking the extra dishes and utensils. You canât see what heâs doing exactly but you hear a couple tools moving on the pipes and the clanking of other tools in the toolbox.
You grab another box and start removing the newspaper from the top when you see Nanami shrugging again. Since it was cold outside, you always kept your home slightly warmer for Yunn. Youâre comfortable and not too warm in what youâre wearing, but a 6-foot well-built man with a winter coat must feel like an oven.
"Umm, let me take your jacket. I can put it by your bags so itâs out of your way if you'd like." Your neighbor looks up and although you can only see the top half of his face, you notice the slight sweat building on his brow.
"Thank you, I donât think itâll take much longer, but I appreciate it," he drops the tool in his hand and stands to take off his jacket. He was definitely handsome, very handsome, in fact, and apparently very helpful. You nod and smile at the man and quickly turn to put his jacket by the entryway.
You return to your spot on the other side of the bar and he stands back up after unpacking your third box.
"So the sink trap is going to have to be replaced. If you ask management for the sink trap alone, then they can get it to you maybe early next week. Can't promise they'll do anything for the labor part of it but they'll send the part somewhat quickly," Nanami closes the cupboard and reaches back down for the toolbox.
You nod and take a mental note of what he says, "Can you show me which part that is? I can change it as soon as they give it to me."
Nanami looks at you round the kitchen bar to move next to him and asks, "Are you sure? Iâm sure you would be able to figure it out, but I wouldnât mind coming back and switching it quickly. This alone took," he looks back at his watch and continues, "10 minutes."Â
You shift your weight from one leg to the other and contemplate his offer, "Thatâs a huge imposition, I canât ask you to fix or switch everything for me."
Nanami gets on one knee to put the tools back in the cupboard where you retrieved them from. "I work eight hours a day, but I donât have an exact assigned time to work. I can take my breaks whenever I want as long as I finish everything so I'd be able to replace it even during a break."
You hesitate again, but he continues, "Truman never let anybody help him. With the condition of the sink trap, I imagine that he couldnât fix this himself, but he would be willing to help any of us if we needed anything. Think of this as me repaying him."
"Actually, he probably wasn't even aware of this, his daughter would take him home with her a lot towards the end of his lease here," you look up to your neighborâs eyes. Even though the thought of a complete stranger in the same house as your daughter makes you nervous, you admit that you might need that help. It might be worth trusting Nanami especially when Mr. Truman kept talking about him so highly after your mailbox interaction last time.
The man is now gently smiling at you, waiting for your answer, and you smile back. "I work at the office two to three times a week. I work from home the rest of the week. I can let you know when I finally catch management so they can give me or order the part.â You pick at your fingernail, âI want you to know that I really really would not want to ask for any help, especially anything keeping you away from your real work or anything of yours, but I really would â do appreciate your help."
Nanami gives you another small smile and says, "Great, just let me know. You can just knock on my door or give me a call." He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands you a business card. "It's my work cell but it's always on and I carry it everywhere."
You nod and take his card: Kento Nanami, Senior Mechanical Product Designer at Schneider Electric. Hmm, fancy.Â
Nanami walks around you and heads to the front door. You follow behind as he's grabbing his jacket and bags from the table when he turns around to look at you. "I'm not sure if I should say this or not, but I really wouldn't mind if your daughter runs around a bit. I haven't heard anything from up here since the day you moved in... you don't have to be so careful. It's ok if you show a couple signs of life up here." He gives his last smile before opening the door, "See you soon, y/n." Nanami softly closes the door behind him.Â
You stare at the door after his departure, his business card still in your hands. Show a couple signs of life up here. Anywhere else you've lived, you've been shushed through the walls and neighbors would complain about hearing your baby when you were trying your best to keep her quiet. You got used to keeping quiet ever since. Maybe it is ok â loud laughter, speaking a bit louder, maybe that much would be ok.
You smile down at the business card and put it behind your phone case for safekeeping.
Nanami returns to his apartment and looks at his watch. A little more than 25 minutes left for lunch. He sets his bags down and thinks about his pretty and nice neighbor. So she is a single mom. He sits on his couch and takes out his phone.Â
Truman was no longer looking over his shoulder to make sure everything was being done correctly. Nanami did not want to mess this up.
Google search: how to replace a sink trapÂ
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Chapter 2: The Pizza and the Tooth Fairy
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AN: Thank you for reading! Please reblog and like if you enjoy this series!
warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mommy kinks, mommy issues, arranged marriages, forced marriages, angst, eventual smut, clan politics, age gap (5 years from meg, and a little over 10 with toji), toji aint the best dad, mentions of child abuse, slowww build.
Short summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy.
birthdays and interrogations

Megumiâs foresight was right on the money.
His father hadnât returned home after their spatâheâll, not for several days.
You couldnât help but wonder how often things unraveled like that between them, the tension simmering beneath the surface until it inevitably boiled over.
The next few months with Megumi fell into a steady routine.Â
Megumi had started joining you for breakfast regularly, his quiet presence at the table becoming a comforting and consistent part of your mornings. He seemed to warm up to you a little more after your conversation that night.
Though he still didnât say much, the steady rhythm of shared meals filled the space with a sense of easiness. More than you could expect from the unexpected blend in family.
After school, he would return home, spending his eveningsâoccasionallyâin your company, whether it was in the living room while you tidied or in the kitchen as you cooked. He spent a good portion of time just in your presence.
He still carried his signature scowl more often than not, but it had softened over time, losing its sharpness.
You'd known early on that Megumi wasnât much of a talker, yet the conversations you did share held weight. There was a quiet vulnerability in the way heâd let his guard down in small, careful increments. It wasnât much, just glimpses here and there of him beneath the tough exterior.
Heâd ask questions about your day, mention things about school, or make begrudging comments about Tojiâs latest absence or fight.
When Megumi's birthday rolled around, you wanted to throw him a partyâsomething simple, but enough to show him you cared. When you mentioned the idea, he brushed it off, his scowl deepening as he muttered something about birthdays being no big deal.
You could tell by the way his eyes lingered, a mix of disbelief and confusion, that no one had ever gone out of their way for his birthday before. His embarrassment was almost endearing, and you couldnât help but smile at the thought of surprising him. How would the kitty puff up this time?
Toji, unsurprisingly, was nowhere to be found on the day. You hadnât expected him to show up, but that didnât matter. You were determined to make Megumiâs day special.
You decorated the kitchen with a few streamers and a handwritten âHappy Birthdayâ sign.
It wasnât much, but you hoped it would make him happy. Youâd even make a small cakeâa recipe youâd found in an old cookbookâand the scent of frosting and sugar lingered in the air even after you finished baking.
The biggest challenge had been deciding on a gift. Your clan had given you a small stipendâa rare concession youâd managed to secure during one of your carefully planned visits. That much had been a stretch, but you managed. Youâd met with them once or twice, offering just enough feedback to maintain their interest without revealing anything significant. It was a fine line to walk, but it granted you the luxury of a little extra money.
Megumi wasnât exactly forthcoming about his interests, but heâd mentioned a thing or two. It didnât hurt that you just so happened to notice the gaming system in his room.
It hadnât taken much effort to discreetly check the brand and do a little research on popular titles that might suit him. You triple checked his current collection, making sure you didn't buy him a copy. You wrapped the games neatly, setting them on the table alongside his cake.
When he got home, he strolled into the kitchen and saw the setup. And that flustered reaction was everything youâd hoped for, even if he tried to downplay it. His scowl deepened, and his cheeks turned faintly pink as he mumbled, âYou didnât have to do all this.â But you caught the way his eyes softened, the way his lips quirked up ever so slightly, despite his efforts to hide it.
âYouâre allowed to celebrate, you know,â you teased gently, pushing the wrapped gift toward him. âCome on, open it.â
He hesitated for a moment before finally reaching for the package. As he unwrapped the games, his expression betrayed a flicker of surprise, followed by something you mightâve called gratitude. He was impressed. âHowâd you even know?â he asked, holding up one of the cases.
âI have my ways,â you say, keeping your answer vague. No need to admit youâd snooped a little.
The two of you spent the evening together, enjoying the quiet celebration. Youâd cooked one of his favorite mealsâsomething heâd mentioned in passing weeks agoâand lit candles on the cake, insisting he make a wish before blowing them out. For all his protests and attempts to act unbothered, you could see it meant something to him.
As the evening wound down, Megumi sat across from you at the table, fiddling with one of the new game cases. You were chatting about a sale they were having at the grocery store the next day, the air around you just seemed so lively. Heâd never associated the apartment with anything other than cold and desolate.
He didnât say much, but he wasnât able to stop the faint smile that spread across his face. It wasnât even a big celebration. But for the first time, in a long time, Megumi felt like someone cared.
Toji, meanwhile, continued his sporadic visits to the apartment. His presence like a weather shiftâunpredictable.
Sometimes, his arrivals brought an icy chill, marked by curt exchanges and a tension you could almost taste. Other times, his visits erupted into heated arguments with Megumi, their voices echoing through the walls.
Youâd learned when to stay silent, carefully observing the dynamic between them until you felt absolutely needed. When you did speak, your words were short, clipped, and almost always in Megumiâs defense.
You couldnât help it. The boy had a way of stirring up your protective instincts, and you hated seeing the rift between father and son grow deeper with every spat. It didnât help that you could relate to him.
And it also didnât help that Toji was never around long enough to deal with the aftermath of these arguments. Megumi would sulk in his room for the rest of the day, shutting himself away, resulting in a silence that filled the house. You couldnât help but associate Tojiâs sporadic presence with Megumiâs absence, and it made you feelâŚlonely.
Youâd grown so attached to the boyâhis quiet company, his rare smiles. And it was becoming harder not to resent the man youâd married.
But you told yourselfâit could always be worse.
Although Megumi and his father could barely share a room without wanting to rip each otherâs throats out, your encounters with Toji werenât entirely negative. He had moments of surprising thoughtfulnessâchecking in on you, asking if you needed anything. It was a nice gesture, though you werenât sure how much sincerity lay behind it. He seemed intent on playing the role of âhusband,â though thankfully, he hadnât tried to sleep with you. He was away more often than not, and even when he was home, he never stayed long enough to share a bed.
He was tolerant. Leaving you somewhat restless. What did he want from you? From your marriage?
One evening, as you tidied up after dinner, Toji approached you, leaning casually against the counter. His arms were crossed as his sharp eyes studied you with an unreadable expression. This night was more tense, Megumi had left almost immediately after dinner, another small spat breaking out between the two. Youâd only stepped in briefly like before, but the end result was the same. You and Toji. Bathed in silence.Â
âYou seem awfully protective of the kid,â his voice low but pointed. He watch you closely, gauging for any minuscule change in your expression. ââŚAlmost makes me wonder if youâre planning something.â
You froze for a moment, his words catching you off guard. Placing a dirty bowl down a little harder than necessary. You meet his gaze evenly, with deliberation. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugged, his smug grin only half-formed, and his eyes serious. âMeans Iâm not blind. I see how you hover around himâhow careful you are with your words. Makes me wonder if youâre working an angle.â
You bristled at his insinuation. Youâd never show Toji much softness, that was for sure. But Megumi. Megumi was different. You make your tone as firm as you could before replying. âMegumi has nothing to do with this. I wouldnât drag him intoâŚwhatever shit my clan is trying to stir up. He doesnât deserve that.â
Tojiâs expression shifted slightly, something thoughtful flickering behind his sharp features. Heâd never heard you so defensive before. You were always so even and clipped. The reaction was reassuring, but not absolute. He needed clarification.
âSo, you are reporting to them?â He'd already assumed, but he would mind you confirming it. Especially since you were being so open with him. Your clan had some ulterior motivesânot that that was surprising. What clan didnât? But to tell him so forwardlyâŚespecially knowing he could send you away. There was some level of trust you were seeking from him.
âYes,â you admitted, though your voice softened with a hint of frustration. âButâŚIâm not telling them much. I donât have much of a choice here. Itâs just enough to keep them off my back. Iâm not here to be their little spy, and I wonât let them use Megumi for their bullshit.â Perhaps you were hoping to gain some sympathy from your situation. You were being honest. He could tell.
But could you appeal to the better nature in the wild card standing before you?
For a moment, Toji said nothing, his sharp eyes studying you with a weight that made the air feel heavier. He hadnât expected your tone to take on such a defensive note, the emotion laced in your voice cutting through the practiced composure you always seemed to carry.
It was a constant. Around him, youâd been nothing but polite, your speech prim and properâyouâd been a quiet presence, never revealing too much, always staying just on the edges of their fractured household dynamic.
Hell, this conversation had only started because heâd noticed Megumiâs growing attachment and acceptance towards youâsomething that had caught him off guard.
He couldnât quite wrap his head around it. The kid was prickly and aloof with just about everyone, but with you? He was⌠different. More open, even if it was subtle. Toji hadnât decided if he liked it yet, or if it made you a bigger threat. He wasnât entirely sure if he could trust youâor if he even should.
Your reaction left him somewhat confused. A young girl stepping into a housewifeâs role for her older husband and teen son. You should be wanting an out to this. Should be less happy. Less protective over Megumi.
His gaze boring into you as if trying to peel back the secret you kept hidden. Deciding that you likely werenât lying about your sentiments, he continue.
âYouâre pretty sharp for someone so young. Playing your clan like that⌠takes guts. Or recklessness.â
âIâm not reckless,â your hands fidget under his words. âI just know how they operate." You mumble more to yourself. "And I know how to survive.â
His smirk returned, and he pulled back a little. âYeah, I can see that. But youâre still a kid. You shouldnât have to play those kinds of games.â
You blinked, caught off guard by the faint trace of concern in his voice. âIâm not a kid,â you replied softly, the words echoing with a tone of defiance that felt uncomfortably similar to Megumiâs.
âYouâre eighteen,â he countered, his tone resolute and stern. âThatâs young. Too young for this kind of shit. Youâre not wrong about the clan. They wouldnât hesitate to put you to use. I get why youâre doing what youâre doing. Hell,â his voice tinged with a dark sort of humor, âtheyâll probably have someone else lined up for you by the end of the week if they pulled you.â
Your chest tightened at the reminder, though you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral. Thereâs been that question thatâs been burning the back of your mind since this all started. Since you met him those months ago. Something that never made sense.
âWhy did you agree to the marriage then?â you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it. âIf someone else wouldâve taken that place. If they didnât force you.â If you knew my presence here could be dangerous.
Tojiâs gaze darkened, lips set into a thin line as he processed your question. âFigured it was better than leaving you to someone worse,â his tone evasive. âI donât like the clan bullshit. Never did.â
There was an uncomfortable silence before he added, almost begrudgingly, âYou need protection, too. It wasnât right what they were doinâ.â
You tilted your head slightly, studying him. His words didnât entirely align with the aloof, dismissive man youâd been learning to navigate. His cold and unpredictable nature. The Sorcerer Killer.
âSo, can I trust you?â Trust that youâll keep me safe.
That you wonât send me back.
He snorted, his smirk returning faintly. âTrust is a stretch. But for now, yeah, youâre safe here.â
The unspoken sentiment hung in the air, heavier than the words heâd spoken. You couldnât tell if it was a warning or a promiseâor maybe both. What warning could he possibly be giving you? He wasnât someone you could necessarily lean onâlet alone read, but at least, for now, he wasnât an enemy.
Your clan hadnât let up during that first year. The snippets of information youâd provided werenât enoughâthey needed more, demanded more, than you were willing to give. Representatives began knocking on your door with frustrating regularity, their grim smiles and strained words were an uncomfortable familiarity.
The landline rang incessantly, as though they were hoping to catch you off guard. Maybe to glean some tidbit you hadnât shared during your carefully measured visits.
Youâd done your best to subtly turn them away, declining their offers with polite firmness and brushing off their pointed reminders of your âobligations.â But damn were they persistent.
Theyâd even popped up at the door during your shared dinners with Megumi, the unwelcome interruptions souring the brief moments of happiness. It was enough to set a nasty taste in your mouth, leaving you somewhat salty.Â
You hadnât wanted Megumi to get involved, but the way his sharp eyes tracked your every moveâit was clear he wasnât oblivious to the clan visits. Even so, he never said a word about it. Megumi had been shielded from clan affairs for most of his life, and you wanted to keep it that way. Yet, each time you returned from one of those meetings, he seemed quieter, more distant.
It was as if an unspoken itch tore at the corners of his mind, questions he wasnât ready to put into words. He never confronted you directly, but the intensity of his gaze and the taut set of his shoulders said enough.
And your clans more prominent questions lingered in your mind:
Was Megumi truly as promising a sorcerer as they claimed?
Would he eventually be adopted back into the Zenin clan and rise to take over as its head?
Was Toji Fushiguro up to anything suspicious?
And youâwere you doing your part?
Building trust, forming a bond with the two, setting the foundation for future alliances?
Should you be left at that house?
Are you being useful?
The implications were unmistakable, sinking in with a cold, relentless clarity. The only reason you were here was painfully obviousâyou were nothing more than a tool. Something disposable, easily manipulated and shaped to fit their needs. Your value wasnât rooted in who you were but in what you could do for them. But you knew this already.
You had Megumi now.
And Toji
Even if he seemed to doubt you. He had every right to. But as long as Toji backed you, this was your home. This was where you belonged. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had something realâa family. A place that felt safe.
Megumi had noticed the tension in your shoulders, the tightness in your jaw, every time you returned from one of your exchanges. He could see the way your smile strained when you came back to him. Though you tried to hide it, you never quite managed to mask your emotions fullyânot from him.
Heâd developed the habit early on of reading you, attuned to the subtleties in your demeanor. Without even realizing it, heâd become quietly vigilant, watching over you in those moments. Then again it was hard not to memorize something so radiant and warm. Especially when it turned sour.
In the short time youâd been there, Megumi felt like heâd come to understand you better than he expected. Heâd learned so much about youâyour kindness, your charisma, your warmth, and the way you had a knack for smoothing over the jagged edges in his life.
It baffled him that youâd stuck around for as long as you had, but it also stirred something in him that he couldnât quite define. Relief? Gratitude? Maybe even a flicker of hope. You wouldn't be leaving...right?
At first, heâd been hesitant to let himself get used to you. Because...people leftâthat was the one constant heâd come to understand.
No matter how much you wanted them to stay, they always found a way to slip through your fingers. And good peopleâpeople like youâseemed to bear the brunt of the worldâs cruelty.
Whether it was bullying at school or tragic accidents that seemed to plague life around him, heâd learned that the world punished goodness more often than it rewarded it.
And then there were the visitorsâthose constant knocks at the door, pulling you into conversations that had you coming back tense. He knew it was from your clan. Could hear the familiarity in the way you said their names. You'd always laugh and wave it off, but he could tell you weren't exactly comfortable. Whether it was from him or the visits, he couldnât tell.
Each time, his unease grew, a nagging at the back of his mind he couldnât ignore. He couldnât shake the feeling that somethingâor someoneâwould pull you away. Test your place in his life. Because thatâs how it always went. Something always happened. It always did.
After a full year of hesitation and wondering. Something happened.
And everythingâŚshifted.
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*~Period Drama~* Sunday
A/N: SCREAMS. Ok, sorry. It's been a hard time getting this out and for no reason. I literally had it like 80% done this whole time and the last 20% got lost in the damn mail I guess. But now it's done and out for the masses to enjoy! A thank you to @bun-lapin for allowing me to use their lovely OC for this fic! Word Count: 7.5K (God Damn...) Warnings: Period Talk (Like most of this is just various period facts and it lowkey gets pretty horrifying near the end), She/They Pronouns OC Pairings: AzulxOC (Poly), JamilxOC (Poly), Paternal Crewel &OC, Alluded to Riddle/Floyd Now with a tag-list! @twistedcece, @deltrea, @krenenbaker Start, Part 1 (Octavinelle), Part 2 (Here), Part 3 (Savanaclaw), Part 3.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 4 (Diasomnia pt2), Part 5 (Pomefiore), Part 6 (Scarabia)
"Sorry again for bleeding on your pants."
Yuu stood in their dormâs entrance hallway, Azul at the door with his ruined slacks in hand and wearing a pair of sweats borrowed from Yuu.
Azul had spent the night after Crewelâs brief lecture. The fur-wearing teacher had given Yuu another pain relief potion before leaving, stating he was going to get something longer-lasting for them by tomorrow. Azul had elected to stay, acting as emotional support and bringing Yuu whatever they needed from elsewhere in the house.
"No issue, my pearl. The twins have ruined more than one outfit for me, a little blood isn't the end of the world." He mutters under his breath, looking at the sweatpants with a pinched expression. But he turns to smile at them, âIâm only sorry that I canât stay with you longer. But, Iâve already missed one productive day at the lounge, and I fear what will happen if I miss another. Let alone leave Jade and Floyd to their own devices any longerâŚâ
"So what do I owe you for the emotional turmoil then?" Yuu smiles lazily, eyes lidded as they watch Azul place a hand over his chest.
"Why I could never ask for anything in return. You're in such a delicate position, it'd be cruel to give you a payment plan now for all the distress you've caused me this past weekâŚ"
So, she was going to be ambushed with a 'payment plan' once her period was over.Â
Smirking, they tilt their head, a finger poking into their cheek, "So, can I start making those payments before the interest gets too high?"
Azul sighs, pouting and shaking his head with his eyes closed, "Honestly. I try to be benevolent and you throw it back in my face. Such crueltyâŚ" he opens an eye, a smile almost leaning into a smirk, "But payment in kisses is always accepted with you."
"Suave" Yuu leans closer, peppering kisses against Azulâs reddening cheeks before going for the kill on his lips. The two sets molded together, Yuu holding him by his jaw as her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting his moans as his hands shakingly reached toward her hips. Pulling away, they giggle at seeing Azul catch his balance on the wall, "Have fun at the lounge. Call me when you can squeeze in a break."
Still dizzy from the kiss, Azul nodded, free hand fumbling for the doorknob behind him, "W-will do. Please don't overdo it when no one is here. Love you." He barely escaped, losing his composer and stumbling away just as he closed the door behind him. Yuu was always physically affectionate, but she was downright merciless if he ever blushed in front of her.
Yuu sighs, deciding to finally check their phone in bedâŚmaybe theyâll just grab more towels from the hallway closet. Laying on the couch closer to the kitchen would be the smarter idea. They huff, pulling out more towels and piling them in their arms. They really needed to find something to act comfortably enough like a pad or tampon, free bleeding was too messy in the long run.
Once the couch was prepped with towels, they laid down to rest under their cozy throw blanket until Crewel appeared to check on them. They clicked their phone on and almost choked at the number of notifications. At least 300 texts, 47 missed calls, and various social media @'s in an effort to reach them. They had to fight back the tears, emotions swelling at the idea of just how cared for they were in this world. Once their nerves were settled, they went to ground zero.
Their group chat with the 'Firstie Squad' was where most of the texts were. Ace first stated that someone had assaulted them. From there chaos descended. Jack demanded to know if Ace was joking, because if so it wasn't funny in the slightest. Epel chimed in that there was no way anyone overpowered them and got away alive. Ace snapped at both of them what he saw, pointing out how odd they'd been behaving the week prior. Sebek finally chimed in, only typing to ask whether Ace was sure.
Once Ace rementioned the bloody vagina mess the whole chat might as well as caught on fire. Jack seemed to disappear, Epel followed quickly after dropping several swears and threats into the chat about the would-be aggressor. Sebek stuck around the longest, talking with Ace to get information and make a game plan. Ortho sent a single link on helping a loved one who had been assaulted. But, knowing the living droid, he had probably combed every camera at his disposal to try and catch whoever did such a crime.
Nearly an hour later Deuce had finally entered the chat, full caps stating that they were okay and then yelling at Ace. He scolded him for blabbing when Crewel just told them to keep quiet. From there new, familiar chaos took over, a normal back and forth whenever Ace and Deuce started fighting over text.
The other stray texts were from the housewardens, mainly asking why their respective firsties were acting so odd. A few more texts asking if they were okay, noting how angry they've been the past few days. Surprisingly, only two texts were from Jamil. One was a photo of a teary-eyed Grim being held like a baby by Kalim in the background, crumbs on his over-stuffed cheeks and Kalim flashing a peace sign. Mildly blurry in the corner of the photo was the side of Jamilâs face, a half-in-frame peace sign hiding his mouth. The simple message attached, âGrim is fed and being held. Love youâ
Yuu smiles, sending him a quick message before replying to the other texts, making sure to send Ace several middle finger and a single heart emoji. She groans, seeing a few texts from Vil. But looking closer, she sees most of the missed calls were from Vil, maybe she should call himâŚ
Listening through a few of the voicemails, Yuu notes how calm Vil sounded in the first recording. The blonde only asked how their day was and if they were still on for their movie night. The next few voicemails slowly increased in panic, the last one being a chaotic audio of Epel wailing in the background. Rook trying to either comfort or hold the country boy back while Vil yelled into the phone, âYou better be dead when I find you, or so help me youâre going to be for making me worry like this!â
Yuu personally made sure to save that voicemail. It was rare to hear such emotion from Vil Shoenheit without having paid him an insane amount of money and hours of makeup and hair styling. Should Crowley try to withhold their allowance, they had a nice little nest egg to sell.
Soon, Yuu heard the front door swing open, the wood slamming against the wall and no doubt deepening the dent that was already there. Crewel really needed to announce himself at all times when he was annoyed. Yuu doesnât rise from the couch, instead letting out a high-pitched yip to let him know where in the house they were. Hearing the click of the adult's shoes, Yuu waves over the side of the couch, âSup, papa dog.â
âHello, puppy.â Crewel leans over the back of the couch, his gloved hand petting her head and pressing a kiss to her hair, âHow are you feeling?â
âLike bloody dirt.â
âHmm.â Crewel drops a bag onto their stomach, the warmth and smell of it giving away that it was a take-out box of food, âBreakfast from your eels. Youâll need to eat it before you take this pain potion.â
Yuu smiles, pulling the food out and digging in. Mid chew, they raise an eyebrow, âWhyâs this potion different? I normally take them without food all the time.â They watch Crewel pull out a flask, but instead of the normal green-colored syrup, it was a bright cyan. The bottle itself had a warning tag on the glass, âWhat the fuck is that?â
âThis, puppy, is a medical-grade pain potion. While I am able to brew anything, itâd be illegal for me to brew something of this strength without proper licensing. So, I tasked Ms.Oster with making a few for you.â
The distrust Yuu had instantly faded, reaching out for the flask with a smile, âOh, I love Ms.Oster.â
Crewel pulls the bottle from their reach, playfully sneering down at them, âYeah, I know.â
Ingrid Oster was one of the science professors under Crewelâs direction in the school. She mainly taught practical magic and magical first aid. Even though Yuu had no reason to even know the woman as a first year, they had managed to meet and weâre now teacher/student âbestiesâ, something that deeply annoyed Crewel. The number of times the bi-colored man had walked into the staff room only to see the two of them having a luncheon and gossiping about other students. Not to mention Ingrid only upped her teasing, telling Crewel that he wears the âdad lookâ very well.
Crewel demanded they finish their food before letting them even touch the bottle. The teacher explained how a medical-grade pain potion had a much stronger effect than the standard potion. It lasted for nearly a whole day instead of 4-6 hours, not to mention how it worked. Instead of simply numbing the nerves to give pain relief, a medical-grade pain potion targeted the muscle system, physically relieving tension and letting the fibers relax. As such, they were very rarely used outside of hospitals, but Crewel didnât feel comfortable having Yuu drink possibly more than two potions a day.
Once Yuu was done eating, Crewel held up a finger, making sure he had their attention, âDonât drink all of this like a normal potion. This is much stronger than that so I want you to sip. Understand? Sip.â
Yuu sighed, making a grabby hand motion until Crewel handed the flask over, noting how it still felt a bit warm through the glass under their fingers. Uncorking the bottle they make sure to sip the liquid as loudly as possible. Pulling it away and smiling at Crewelâs annoyed look, âSip.â
âEnough of the sass or I wonât be sending you lunch.â Crewel collected the trash, throwing it away for them in the kitchen before walking back into the lounge, âOrtho hasnât answered me yet about any of his findings. But, then again I think you actually managed to traumatize the poor boy. Until then, youâre sadly on house arrest, puppy. Invite who you wish, but you shouldn't roam campus how you like.â
âFineâŚâ Yuu slumped back onto the couch, pouting but feeling better as the potion started to take a mild effect. They do send a smile as Crewel ruffles their hair.
Crewel reminds them once more to not drink the whole bottle, Sip, giving their head another kiss before he left. As much as heâd want to stick around to make sure his favorite pup was taken care of, he was a very busy teacher and he had lesson plans to prepare for tomorrow.
The second Crewel had slammed their front door closed, they uncorked the flask again and drank the whole potion. Theyâd rather just deal with the full effect of the potion in one sitting instead of having to sip for hours on end or wake up from a surprise nap in pain. Crewel would understand if he came back and Yuu was in some type of medically induced coma.
Lunch rolled around, and along with it came three steady, loud knocks on the front door. Yuu blearily blinked their eyes open, yep, they passed out on the couch. Luckily they didnât roll onto their phone, checking the time and messages before another three knocks rang out. As before, Yuu lets out a loud âbird-adjacentâ call, their universal sign of approval. She giggles lightly, hearing Ace and Deuce return the call when they open the door, the sound of Riddle scolding them for making 'nonsense noises' without permission.
The Heartslabyul crew all walked into the lounge, each in casual clothing and a different level of uneasiness but smiling all the same. Cater was in the back, phone held nervously with both hands as he gave a wary eye at their prone form. Trey was calm as normal, holding a picnic basket in hand. Ace and Deuce were already in front of them, leaning down and annoying her mildly. Mainly Ace, the redhead poking at her stomach asking if she was still bleeding. Deuce hissed at him to stop, âWhat if you poke them so hard they bleed more?â
Riddle stood with an extra type of rigidity in his stance, the only give that he was uncomfortable. Even with his medical knowledge, he always found blood to be a deeply uncomfortable topic. But, he was willing to face his apprehension if it was for his younger classmate's benefit. Walking closer, Riddle clears his throat before speaking, âApologies, Yuu. Weâve visited without a prior invite or call, but due to recent events I believe we can have a pass on that rule for nowâŚâ
Cater nods his head, but still refusing to get closer, âWe were totes worried about you, sweetie. Plus the ADeuce duo over here wasnât making things better by vague ranting in the dormâŚâ
The two freshmen glare over their shoulderâs at Cater. They had returned to the dorm yelling at each other the day prior, a common occurrence. What peaked the upperclassmenâs worry was the dubious context of their argument and their silence when Riddle demanded to know what had happened.Â
Yuu smiles, blinky slowly, still half asleep from their nap, âSorry. In fairness I wasnât expecting it to happen, so I was really unprepared.â Cater actually had a more familiar reaction, something Yuu wasnât aware that she missed. The mild fear from boys the second periods were mentioned, skirting around but still ready to help out because they knew they were in danger.
Trey chuckles, looking at Caterâs nervous self from the corner of his eye. Holding up the basket he taps it lightly, âWe brought you some croissants, freshly baked this morning. I can even make you a sandwich with fixings of your choice.â He wouldnât mention the hastily compiled âsurvival guideâ Jade had sent him last night. The main point being that favored food seemed to be the only thing to keep Yuu in a relatively calm state.
âI just woke up, donât give me choicesâŚâ Yuu whined lightly, curling into the couch but still muttered out, âYou know I like croissants savory or sweet, surprise me. And thanks for bringing me lunch.â
âNo problem, Yuu. I heard from Crewel you were on house arrest. So to ease his workload we���ll be watching you for the day.â He starts to walk away, calling over his shoulder, âIâll get to making you something to eat.â
âAnd Iâll help him! Bye, sweetie!â Cater hurried after Trey, seeing an opportunity to run and taking it.
Ace sighed, standing up straight, âJeeze, youâre such troubleâŚYou canât even be bothered to sit up while you talk to us?â
âDonât bully them, Ace! Theyâre in pain!â Deuce sputters, turning to Yuu with a worried, âWait are you still in pain, should we have brought you a potion?â
Yuu waves him off lightly, slowly patting him on the face until the worried pout loosens, âDonât worry. Crewel brought me breakfast and a pain potion. Iâm asâŚchill as aâŚcold thingâŚYeahâŚâ
âYouâre still half asleep is what you areâŚâ Ace mutters quietly, rubbing the back of his head before he looks up. He looks back down, a smirk on his face, âBut, since Iâm such a good friend, Iâll help around since youâre too useless to do it right now.â Waving he starts to walk toward the stairs, âIâll go clean your room.â
Deuce jumps up, growling under his breath before he follows Ace, âYouâre not slick! I know youâre just gonna nap up there! Just because Yuu isnât using their bed, doesnât mean you get to laze around in it!â He had run out of the room after the fleeing redhead, only to rush back in. Kneeling down he gathers Yuu into his arms in a quick hug, âGlad youâre ok, Yuu.â
âAwâŚThanks, buddy.â
Deuce releases them, running back to the stairs and his yelling fading the farther he gets.
In the silence, Yuu drifted between half asleep and simply staring into the air. They probably shouldnât have taken the whole potion, but theyâd never admit to Crewel being right. Not after they deliberately disobeyed him. While studying their hand in the open air, they notice Riddle had stayed in the room, looking more and more conflicted, â...You ok?â
â...â Riddle shifted nervously, looking to the side before he walked closer. Crouching down, he whispered, almost in fear of anyone else hearing him, âAre you really bleeding from yourâŚvagina?â
â...â She wasnât going to laugh, she refused to laugh. Not when Riddle was looking at them so concerned. He didnât deserve that. She didnât know if her face stayed straight or betrayed just how hard she was trying to not laugh, but she reached out to pat Riddle on the head, âI amâŚbut itâs fine. Other than cramps, this doesnât actually hurt me. No need to be all worriedâŚâ
That seemed to be enough for Riddle, the 2nd year letting out a sigh of relief before he stood back to his full height, âIn that case, would you allow me to interview you?â
âInterview?â
With a wave of his pen, a notebook appeared in his hands, âYou are a biological alien to us, though we seem to forget that at times⌠Such functions donât happen to the people of Twisted Wonderland, itâd be any researcher's dream to study it.â Coughing into his fist he calms himself, âBut, I understand if you are uncomfortable with such a thing. I only thought itâd be good to get the facts documented should something similar happen again.â
Yuu chuckles, seeing how eager Riddle was. One thing Yuu knew about Riddle, was that he loved puzzles. Researching a new topic with little information was a blind puzzle to him and he dived into research like it was a water slide. Sure he was trying to curb his enthusiasm since they were affected by an âalien illnessâ, but he just couldnât stop how excited he was.
âI donât mind, Riddle.â
Riddleâs nervous energy instantly passes, smiling at them before he flips the notebook open. Sitting in front of their legs on the couch, he clicked his wand to uncap the pen, âPerfect! Now, what is happening in broad terms?â
âPussy peeling.â
Riddle sighed so hard that Yuu was worried heâd fall over dead from lack of air, âYuu...You know I dislike that word, Iâm begging you.â
Yuu giggles, a leg moving to lightly push against Riddleâs back before calming down, âIâm sorryâŚMy Vagina is peeling, liquifying the scraps and then forcing it out of my body.â
Riddle looked ill, but I kept writing, âThat sounds horrificâŚâ
âOh, it is.â
âWhat function does this process serve?â
âBaby room reno.â
â...What?â
Yuu groaned, head falling back against the armrest, trying to figure out an easier way to explain. Snapping their fingers, they point toward Riddle, âMy pussy is replacing the wallpaper.â
âIn no wayâŚdoes that help me.â
âAaaaaokay. Imagine your hormones, like, spend the whole month decorating a nursery. But, turns out thereâs no baby. So the hormones throw a fit and decided to redo the nursery for next month. HenceâŚâ Yuu smiles, gesturing to their stomach, âReplacing the wallpaper.â
Riddle wrote down the long-winded analogy, making sure to circle âWallpaper replacementâ with a question mark beside it, âAnd this is normal in your world?â
âSadly. Girls get their first period sometimes at like⌠8 years old or younger.â
âWhy!? That justâŚWhat is the purpose of it? I assumed this was a feature from birth, not something you justâŚwake up to.â
âOh, itâs a sign that your body can make babies. Itâs a hormonal change that comes packaged with puberty.â
Riddle stops writing, âYou said some girls get this at 8 years old?â
âYeahâŚthough itâs more common around like 12 or 13. My friend got herâs when she was like 9 and she said she freaked out so hard. Her mom hadnât had the, like, talk with her yet. So she just bled everywhere and tried to hide it.â Yuu kept rambling, recounting the stories her old friend group had shared about their first period horror stories, missing Riddleâs own dawning horror.
Yuu normally talked fondly of their old world. Funny stories with friends, and pleasant memories with their grandparents (Yuu never claimed to be an orphan. Had stated that both her parents were alive as far as she knew. She never shared a happy memory about them though). But sometimes the things they said worried them. The violence, the discrimination, the constant fear some people had to live in. The fact the people in charge would rather let their workforces starve than simply give them the rightful money earned (That bit of knowledge had even made Azul uncomfortable for a time). And now he hears that girls were ready to carry and birth children biologically? Girls, children. Heâs praying that it wasnât okay for girls so young to be engaging in suchâŚactivities, but the fact their bodies went through such a change at that age horrified him.
And a selfish part whispered that he was glad Yuu had managed to escape such a place.
Riddle manages to shake himself free of his spiraling thoughts, catching the end of Yuu's rambles.
"-And then my friend Tracy got her's in the middle of a ballet recital and she, like, bled all over the stage. Apparently, one girl was staring the whole time and tripped because of it." Yuu laughs, the sound coming out mildly choked, âLisaâŚLisa has like 3 older sisters, okay? They all got their period on the same day, so their house was super tense. Then poor lil Lisa comes out of her room crying holding her bloody bedsheet and everyone starts crying.â
Riddle looks at Yuu in worry from the corner of his eye, writing down more questions to review with Jade, âAll of them at once? Would that be considered rare?â Was a period something like an overblot? The symptoms seemed to matchâŚ
âNaw, itâs common pussy ping, happens to the best of us.â
âOne, stop saying that word. Two, a common what?â
Yuu nodded their head in a sage manner, eyes already drifting around the room again, âYeah, pussy ping. Itâs when you, like, sync up with other vaginas.â
â...â Riddle turns to Yuu, eyes wide in horror, âSync up? As inâŚif someoneâs period has startedâŚâ
âYep.â Yuu smiles, making vague hand gestures, âIf you spend enough time with another vagina, they send wifi signals to each other and sync up the calendars so that their hosts start on the same day.â
âI-Their hosts?â So a period was like an overblot. An extremely dangerous one at that if they were able to induce overblots in others simply by being around them long enough. The very thought of his own overblot resulting in the othersâŚ
âOh yeah. The pussy is a dangerous thing. Itâs acidic and can influence other vaginas to rebel.â âWait, itâs acidic!?â
âOh, yeah.â Yuu stretched, back popping as they sat up to look at Riddle directly, âI guess some stuff doesnât carry over then. Yeah, my pussy is mildly acidic.â
Riddle looks down to Yuuâs covered lap, eyes panicked, âIs that healthy?â âYeah. If your pussy juice can bleach your underwear over time, your pussy bacteria is healthy.â
Acidic was healthy. Riddle cared about Yuu, he truly did. She was like a sibling his younger self would have desperately needed to be a reason to think of how his actions affect those around him and to physically slap him for going too far. But every time he spoke to them about their natural state, he just felt intense concern. Things Yuu would joke about only made him realize that depression wore many faces, and that fact only made his worry expand to others in his dorm. Clearing his throat, Riddle edged just slightly away from Yuuâs lower anatomy, âDo you need to clean it out with soap or-â
Yuu was leaned against the back of the couch in a daze, cheek pressed into the fabric before shooting up and cutting Riddle off, âNo. Nothing but clean water can go into the pussy. If you put any kinda cleaner up there it will anger the blood goddess and she will curse you and your pussy with dryness and wheatâŚyeast infections.â
âI- The blood goddess? You said your world didnât have magic, who is this blood goddess!?â
âThe Moon.â
âŚ
âTheâŚThe Moon?â
âThe moon controls the blood tides and demands her daughters pay for the sins of oldâŚâ
Riddle wrote down the new information, eyes wide, âOk, letâs change the subject.â
Yuu nods, head lulling back to rest against the couch, âPeriods are likeâŚinsane. Girls only like talking about them because it makes everyone else terrified.â
âI can see whyâŚBut with this affecting possibly 50% of the population, you must have had a class about it? Do you remember anything you could tell me?â
âNo.â
â...No?â
âI donât remember.â
Riddle sighs, looking at Yuu with a stern frown, âYuu this would be much easier if you would cooperate with me-â
âNo, really I donât remember. We had the âpuberty talkâ when I was, like, in 5th grade. We donât review that shit until we get to Sex-Ed and I didnât have that class yet.â
â...That sounds incredibly negligent and poorly thought out.â
âYou could also opt your kid out because you donât want them learning about sex.â
âWhat-â
âThose were the kids who normally end up pregnant, funny enough.â
âChildhood pregnancy isnât funny, Yuu.â
Yuu giggled, nudging at Riddleâs back with her knee, only stopping when the 2nd year forcibly shoved her knee away from him, âItâs kinda funny. At least to laugh at the parent's stupidity, you know?â
âYouâre laughing at a child getting pregnantâŚâ Please donât let that be a common occurrence in Yuu's world, âBut, You are sexually active, arenât you? How is that so if youâve never had Sex-Ed?â
âThe fuck kind of question is that? Youâre the ghost of a sickly Victorian child who never lived to take The Dangers of Spices 101, how are you fucking Floyd?â
âItâs mandatory of Twisted Wonderland home school curriculum to teach a basic Sex-Ed course at the middle school level and you donât need to know the details of my personal life.â
âOh god, you had Sex-Ed with your mom.â
âYuu-â
She waves his tone off, not at all bothered by his reddening face, âI learned from my friends. Honestly, I didnât even know how a tampon worked until we had to make a midnight run at a sleepover one night.â
âTamponsâŚâ Riddle writes it down, ensuring the page had plenty of space, âThatâs a new term. What is it?â Jadeâs notes hadnât mentioned a âtamponâ.
âCotton you shove up your pussy to soak up the blood. Most of my friends used those but me and another gal named Rue liked pads better.â
Riddle nods, writing down the second word. He had heard of pads from Jadeâs shared notes, and also from being manhandled by Samâs shadows in his search for information. âI'm guessing a pad is also like a tampon, but lessâŚinvasive?â
âYeah.â Yuu yawns, seeming to realize just how full of cotton her head was even when awake, âThough thatâs mainly because I heard about what the fuck Toxic Shock was and it scared me enough to not want to use them.â
âIâm sorry, Toxic Shock? You couldnât lead with that!?â
âOh, right. This is like common knowledge for me so I donât really care about it. But, Toxic Shock Syndrome is likeâŚsomething that could happen if you use tampons. But itâs like super rare, to the point if you got it from a tampon? You left that thing in there for days and you deserve it because thatâs just gross.â
Ok, thatâŚthat was calming at least. He wrote the new information under the Tampon page. As far as he was concerned Yuu had made a good decision, âTamponsâ sounded nothing but dangerous. Though Yuu had stated most of their friends preferred to use them. Maybe there was a proper method to using them that Yuu didnât care to learn (Which honestly fit them). He reviews his notes briefly, frowning at how most of the information was concerning, âYour reproductive health is surprisingly delicate.â
âOh, you have no idea. I could have cancer honestly.â
âWhat!?â
âThe female anatomy is a hellscape. I could be dying right now but the cramps basically overshadow everything.â Yuu laughs, picking at her nails absent-mindedly, âThereâs plenty of people whoâve, like, died from actual internal damage but they just thought it was their periods- W-whoa, Riddle are you crying?â
âNo, Iâm panicking!â Riddle scrambled off the couch, lifting the blanket to check Yuu directly. Or he would have if the sight of blood smeared across their inner thighs didnât make his head swirl. The blanket drops from his hands, turning away and managing to catch himself onto his hands and knees as he dry heaved, âBy the Seven, is there supposed to be that much blood!?â
â...â Yuu watches him in mild concern. But seeing how the 2nd year didnât actually start vomiting they answered, âI think so? I might be flowing heavy since I havenât had one in a whileâŚâ
Riddle wiped at his forehead, taking slow breaths as he stood back up, eyes roaming the floor for his dropped pen and notebook, âHeavy flow? As in the flow can change pressure? Consistency?â
âYeah, those are words to describe it, I guess.â Yuu shrugs, head turning in the direction of the kitchen. Were Trey and Cater making the jam from scratch? What was taking the two of them so long? Looking back at Riddle, Yuu shrugs again, âTo be honest I have⌠no idea what normal is. Honestly, no one in my world really did.â âHow?â
âDude, people were fucking terrified of periods. Before I got here? They were just now actually, like, testing pads and tampons with shit that wasn't water. Aka, not the right cunt-sistency of periods.â
Riddle gripped at his chest. The lack of common sense was baffling. These were the people in charge of that world, half the population was suffering from this illness and they couldnât even test their sanitation products correctly, âOh my SevenâŚâ
âSome places were trying to ban talking about them in school, so fuck what shitty health class we had in the first place. Plus, periods can get weird, you know. Sometimes, you can likeâŚbleed from other places.â
âWhat.â
âYeah, like, from your butt or your eyes,â Yuuâs head rolls along the back of the couch, laughing as a memory resurfaces, âMy friend, Chel, told us her cousinâs all came out in one piece once.â
Riddle dry heaved, stumbling back and coughing as the mental image started to form, âTreyâŚâ He called out weakly. He was going to pass out, or vomit. Either one was wildly unwelcome at that moment.
âApparently, it was like wet tissue just slid out of her.â
Another gag, Riddle fully turning away. The horror clear on his face unable to stop his mind.
âYeah, her cousin sent a picture too. It looked like a bloody piece of chewed-up gum-â
âTREY!â Riddle doubled over, just barely getting his yell out, coughing as he fought against his urge to vomit. Hearing the sounds of footsteps thundering down the hall, he felt relief flood him. He couldnât handle another minute of this, he was never good with blood. Blood was always the sign of something being deeply wrong, blood outside the body besides the need for a transfusion was never healthy. Now one of his friends was basically hemorrhaging and he had to deal with the fact it was âhealthyâ.
Cater and Trey rush into the room, Trey dressed in Yuuâs black âShut Up and Eatâ apron with a plate of croissants gripped in his hands, âWhat!? Whoâs dying!?â
Phone pointed in front of him, Cater films a video. If Yuu managed to kill all of them, someone would be able to find the video and know what happened to them, âIs Yuu still bleeding?â
At Riddleâs loud retch, Trey handed the plate of food to Cater. The 3rd year quickly walked over to Riddle, rubbing at his back and trying to guide him out of the lounge, âOkay, letâs get you outside. Some fresh air will help. Cater, keep Yuu company.â
Cater watches mildly stunned, Trey walking past him with his hands firmly on Riddleâs shoulders. With a plate of toasted croissant sandwiches in one hand and his still recording phone in the other Cater looked at Yuu on the couch. Their head was leaned back against the armrest, watching him with what he could only describe as a predatorâs stare. Putting his phone in his pocket, Cater grabs one of the sandwiches and slowly approaches Yuu, arm outstretched as he wiggled it, âPspspspspspspssps.â
âI can not begin to tell you what I will do to you if you donât stop that shit right now.â The threat was empty and they both knew it. Yuu struggled to not laugh as Cater finally walked over to them normally, gently placing the plate in their waiting hands, âHow fucking dare youâŚ? Iâm laying here in pain and ruining the nice towels Kalim gifted me and youâre treating me like a cat.â
âA feral cat.â Cater had eased, if only a little bit. He still wasnât standing at an angle to let Yuu get a quick hit in, but his shoulders had finally relaxed. It helped that he knew Yuu had food now, Trey was just as confused as he was when Jade kept sending texts reflecting the importance of giving Yuu food lest they attack them in a mood swing. And now with said feral cat feeding on the still-warm sandwiches, Cater could feel a bit safer, âYouâre totes a cute cat, but still feral. #Hot-Mess, #Hit-By-A-Bus, #Donât-Bite-Me-Pwease.â
Yuu frowned, though a smile was clearly winning the fight over their expression, âShut upâŚâ Taking a big bite, the buttery sweet sandwich filled them with a sense of comfort. Treyâs cooking always had an odd effect Yuu found. No matter what he made it would make others feel content and full. They and the ADeuce duo would joke that Trey was using his Unique Magic to make his food replace negative emotions somehow.Â
Trey hadnât answered their joke, only smiling at them and offering another pie for their hangout.
Now with a plate of warm food, Yuu was more content, almost melting into the couch and snoozing into the armrest as she hummed. In their hazy mind, Yuu could hear Caterâs chuckle. The redhead sat carefully on the armrest above their head.
âAw, my poor rag-a-muffin froshie is having such a hard time. It really makes me wanna be a good senpai and look after you.â He sighed dramatically, tapping at his cheek as he playfully pouted, âIs this how Trey feels looking at Ace and Deuce?â
âOnly if you feel a deep sense of disappointment and contempt for everything I do.â
Ace and Deuce had just entered the room, Both of them with messy hair and disheveled clothing, clearly having gotten into a scuffle before coming back downstairs. The redhead first-year scowls, clicking his tongue, âShut up. Iâve never done a single thing wrong in my life.â
Cater snorts, trying to hide just how hard he was fighting back his laughter.
Yuu raised an eyebrow, âDid you get fucking concussed up there? Youâve done nothing right since the day you were born, and you know it.â
âShut up, youâre lucky youâre injured! Plus, whereâs Riddle and Trey?â
Deuce looked around, walking closer to Yuu to once again give them a check, âWe heard Rosehearts-Senpai yelling upstairsâŚâ
âAnd you just now decided to show up?â Yuu tries to shove the whole of a croissant into her mouth, seeming to not realize the issue of it not being able to fit.
Ace scoffs from the doorway, âLike weâre coming down here if he was actually mad.â He watches Yuu with a raised brow. She was justâŚholding the sandwich now, as though she was trying to figure out how to properly eat it.
Deuce watches in silence too, only to gently grab the sandwich from Yuu, tearing it in half before giving it back, âYuu did youâŚeat anything else before we got here?â
âYeah, papa dog brought me foodâŚâ Yuu stared at the new, smaller sandwich in hand. Half shoving it into their mouth they continued, their voice muffled, âWhy do you ask?â
â...Did you have one of those gummies Sam legally doesnât sell you?â
âAre you high!?â Cater perked up, leaning over and tilting Yuuâs head back to look into their eyes. He lets out a laugh, noticing how heavily their pupils were dilated. Well, that would also explain why Yuu seemed so calm. Cater did the same when he had lingering body aches from tending the garden. If a pain potion wasnât available, a nice âchill pillâ was plenty to ease the mind and body, âLet me have one.â
Yuu huffs, nearly choking on their massive bite, âI didnât take a gummy. I took some medicine Crewel gave me.â
Deuce leaned closer, also checking their pupils before muttering under his breath, âWas it a tranquilizer dart?â
âNaw, it was a pain potionâŚLike a fancy one, with a tag on it.â
âŚ
Ace looked around the floor near the couch, eyes catching the empty bottle half hidden under the skirt of the seating. Pulling it out, he read the tag and shouted in surprise, âDude, this like a âThe pain is so bad Iâm dyingâ pain potion! Is it really that bad!?â
Deuce grabs the bottle from Ace, reading it over before handing it to Cater, âYuu! Do you want us to take you to the hospital!? Wait, no, you donât want to-â
âHow is this empty already?â
âHuh!?â Yuu clicks back into the conversation, looking up at Caterâs concerned glance, âWhat do you mean how? I drunk it.â
âSweetie, these potions are likeâŚYou can take them orally, but theyâre strong enough they normally are supposed to be given via drip for a safe, lasting effectâŚSo why is it empty already?â
â...â Yuu started to cackle, the plate of sandwiches being saved from the floor as Deuce dived to catch it as they jostled off her lap, âI fucking chugged morphine!â
âYou chugged this!?â
Ace slapped his forehead, âBy the Seven, youâre fucking hopeless. This period thing makes you bleed out the brain, too? Youâre gonna lose what little brain cells you had to begin with.â
Yuu still chuckled, hand reaching back to bat at Caterâs fingers combing through their hair, âFuck you, Ace. Even if I got a brain bleed, Iâd still have more brain cells than you.â
âDoubtful. Youâre so useless right now, you couldnât fight your way out of a paper bag.â
Yuuâs laughter instantly stopped, smiling falling into a neutral line as their gaze snapped to Ace. The redheadâs eyes widen, fear suddenly gripping his chest at Yuuâs stare, â...UhâŚâ
Riddle's breathing had calmed, but now he was sitting on the steps of Ramshackle, head in his hands as he felt a headache crowning. Lifting his head he stared at his palms, as though they held the answers to his questions, âThis is bad, Trey. I donât have any other way to describe it, this is bad.â
âRiddle, calm down. We can trust Yuu to handle themselves-â
âExcept, we canât! Yuu doesnât even have all the facts and what facts they do have may not even be right since itâs all second-hand knowledge from other uninformed minors! Not to mention they havenât even had a proper class on the subjectâŚBy the Seven, would it even be informative? They would have dealt with this for years at that point, They probably just went on the internet and read some uncertified drivel, lord knows they wonât open a book-â
âRiddle. Breathe.â Trey grasps Riddle by one of his shoulders, shaking him lightly and thumping the 2nd year on the chest with his other hand. Something to make Riddle take more than a shallow breath in his rambles, âLike you said, Yuuâs been dealing with this for years. They know what they need and we can help by giving them access to whatever it may be.â
Now that he was taking deep gulps of air, Riddleâs anxious energy had finally died down, his stomach finally resting. He turned to Trey, worry clear in his expression, âBut itâs concerning. Itâs so simple, yet the difference is so obviously alien I canât help but want toâŚfix it. But itâs not my place to fix it, because thereâs nothing to fix and this is completely natural for themâŚâ
â...Thatâs rightâŚRiddle did something other thanâŚthe blood upset you?â
â...â He sighs, âYuu says they have no idea about their overall reproductive health. Since they refuse to see a real medical professional and Idia isnât going to give Ortho the permission to do intrusive body scans, we have no way of checking. They could have cancer and weâd have no way of knowing until they got sick or they died! They said this âperiodâ isnât always a standard thing either! They could bleed out of their eyes one day and we wonât know if they were actually about to expire or if they were simply on their âperiodâ!â
â...â Trey sighs, rubbing the back of his neck at the new information, âOk, yeah, thatâŚthat is very worryingâŚBut,â Trey turns to Riddle with a smile, trying to find the bright side, âYuu knows their body. If something was really wrong, you know theyâd at least tell Crewel about it. AndâŚâ He trails off, letting Riddleâs mind come to the conclusion itself.
â...â Yuuâs relationship with Crewel was, to most other students, blindingly trusting. The prefect would tell the teacher anything and everything if they truly felt concerned about the information. Yuu continued to trust Crewel so much since he responded to such faith with the same intensity and care. âAnd Crewel would physically drag them to a hospital if he truly felt their life was in dangerâŚâ He took one last deep breath, nodding at the âfactâ.
Trey watches with a smile as Riddle gathers himself up. What was once a too-small teen curled in on himself in anxiety and physical illness stood his good friend Riddle Rosehearts, a calm and collected figure of authority.
âOk, I feel much better now, thank you, Trey.â Riddle looks to the door, âI should finish interviewing Yuu. There was so much information Jade wasnât able to collect regarding the physical aspect of thisâŚâ
Trey hums, opening the door for them as they walk back inside, âHe did say Yuu was very hormonal during their visit. Eels noses are really sensitive so he might have been distracted in his own interview by that and the smell of blood.â
âPossibly-â
The sound of Ace yelling and a loud crash coming from the lounge sends them both sprinting. Riddle reached the archway first, nearly being rammed into the side by Trey sliding to a stop beside him, âWhatâs happening?â âIs anyone hurt!?â Cater chuckles from the back of the couch, phone poised in his hands to film the fight between Ace and Yuu on the ground, âPoor Ace is gonna be.â
Ace and Yuu were spread out on the ground, Yuu quickly making progress to reach at Aceâs face to slap and tug on his cheeks, âSay uncle!â He kept pushing at Yuuâs hands, face pulled into a scowl as a stray drop of blood eased down from his nose, âYou bitch! You punched me!â
âYouâre the one saying I couldnât fight my way out of a paper bag! Are you weaker than a paper bag, Ace!?â
âSenpais!â Ace flips onto his stomach, reaching out to Riddle while his other arm braced against Yuuâs chest to keep them away from his face, âHelp me! Cater and Yuu are bullying me and Deuce isnât being useful!â
Deuce calls out from the other side of the fight, holding his thumb up, âIâm helping, Yuu! The hair, prefect! Pull him by the hair and slam his face into the carpet!â
âSenpai! Help!â
â...â Riddle turned away, holding his hand over his mouth, âDonât bleed on Yuuâs rugâŚâ
âME!?â
Yuu cackles, finally managing to tangle their fingers into Aceâs wild hair, âYeah, Ace! Donât bleed on my rug!â
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