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comically-callous · 11 months ago

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Hello! I Hope You’re having a wonderful day/night. I was wondering if you can do a Wonka (2023) x reader where the reader is a show girl and is in love with Willy Wonka. And the reader works as a showgirl for slugworth (to Yk promote his chocolates). But reader and Willy falls for each other and it’s a whole forbidden love type thing since readers boss hates wonka.

Hello! Thanks so much for the request!! Gotta love the forbidden lovers trope (probably one of my favs tbh).

Willy Wonka x Showgirl!Reader (Wonka 2023)

Warnings!!!: Fem!reader, cursing (literally once, I'm pretty sure)

A/n: Baby's first request + Baby's first time posting fanfiction (AJGSHSHEJJXHDJDJ) Hope it's not awful.

Sometimes you wondered why you ever agreed to this job.

Being a showgirl wasn't as easy as a lot of people seemed to think it was.

Every other weekend, you performed at the local theatre to promote Mr. Slugworth's infamous chocolate. Two shows on Friday, two shows on Saturday.

Sounds easy enough. But, Mr. Slugworth insisted that no two shows could be the same.

Which meant that everyday you weren't performing, you were learning a new song and new choreography for your next performance. Which got very tiring very quickly.

Tonight was a particularly bad night. You were barely halfway through your show and already wanted to just collapse in the middle of the stage and sleep. Your costume felt tight, there was hardly anyone in the crowd, and your face hurt from how much you were smiling.

You had just finished your third number when the theatre doors opened. A young man walked through the doors. You recognized him from an incident in which he made your boss float through the air.

You briefly looked at him before going into your fourth number.

To your surprise, the man chose to sit right in the middle of the first row. Right in front of you. Now that he was closer you could see that he was actually pretty handsome. Dark brown curls that framed his face well and beautiful eyes that seemed to watch you in utter amazement...

You had to look away.

At the end of your performance, the man cheered loudly. Full on cheered, despite everyone else in the theatre simply clapping quietly.

He interested you with his sparkly eyes and bright smile. But, you knew you couldn't be interested. Your boss absolutely despised this guy. So, he wasn't cute and you weren't interested. That was that.

You were leaving the building through the back exit, happy to finally be out of your costume and headed home, when-

"Hi, there!"

"Ah!" You were startled by the sudden and enthusiastic greeting of... The guy you definitely didn't think was cute.

You sighed, regaining your composure after he had frightened you. "Hello." You said back simply.

"Sorry if I startled you there! I just wanted to compliment you." He said with a smile that for sure didn't make you want to swoon. "You are the most incredible singer that I've ever heard."

You couldn't help but feel flattered. "Thank y-"

"And you're an amazing dancer."

"Tha-"

"How do you even manage to dance in those tall, fancy heels?"

"I-"

"And isn't it strange to be taller than you usually are when you wear heels? Does that bother you at all?

You paused, making sure he was done talking before speaking again. "I guess being taller than usual would be strange at first. But, I'm used to wearing heels. So, being tall isn't weird for me."

"Like a giraffe." He said.

"Wha-"

"I'm Willy. Willy Wonka." He stuck his hand out.

You paused for a moment. Mr. Slugworth definitely wouldn't like the fact that you were talking to him... But, he wasn't here right now.

"I'm Y/n."

These little post-show conversations became something you looked forward to.

It was every Saturday, after your last performance of the night. He'd always be right outside the back exit waiting for you. Talking to him was always thrilling. Your heart beat a little faster whenever you were around him, breaking the rules... And maybe it was also because you thought he was cute.

You couldn't lie, over time, you'd grown to like him. And based on all of the lingering gazes and soft smiles he'd given you, you were pretty sure he liked you as well.

One day, you were backstage, looking into the mirror as you put on your makeup. You glanced up and in the reflection of the mirror was your boss, Mr. Slugworth.

This couldn't be good.

You turned around to face him. "Hello, Sir." You forced a polite smile.

"Yes, hello." He said with narrowed eyes. There was a brief moment of silence which you decided to fill.

"Did you want to talk to me about something?" You said, hoping the innocent head tilt you gave him was convincing.

"I know what you're doing." He said, ignoring your previous question.

Shit.

"One of my associates told me that they saw you and Mr. Wonka meeting behind this theatre every night."

You stayed silent. You knew you were guilty and you knew you probably couldn't talk your way out of this.

Mr. Slugworth continued. "I don't want an explanation or excuse from you. I just want you to agree to never speak with him again."

"What?!" You were shocked. He couldn't do this! He couldn't just tell you to stop talking to someone outside of work! He didn't have that power!...

Except, he kind of did. You knew how Mr. Slugworth was and you knew he wouldn't hesitate to fire you over something like this.

And that's why you agreed.

That night you left the theatre through the back exit like you always did. But, tonight you walked right past Willy.

"You were incredible tonight! I- Where are you going?"

You ignored him and kept walking. To your surprise, he began to follow you.

"You look sort of down.. Is something wrong? You can talk to me about it. I'm sure I can make you feel better!" He said as he continued to follow you.

He continued to try talking to you, and you continued to ignore him. He ended up following you all the way to your doorstep.

"Y/n? If it's something I did to upset you, I'm really sorry."

You took a deep breath and turned around, looking around to make sure no one was watching before you grabbed him and yanked him into your house.

As soon as he was in your house he looked around. "I like your curtains." He said.

"I'm not mad at you." You told him.

He smiled. "That's good to hear. I was already thinking of an apology chocolate recipe for you and it would've been-"

"Willy." He went quiet when you said his name. "Mr. Slugworth doesn't want me talking to you ever again."

"Oh?" He thought for a moment. "Well, that doesn't seem fair."

"Yeah. It isn't fair."

"Well, then don't listen to him." He made everything sound so simple. So easy. You wish you could see the world how he saw it.

"I can't just not listen to him. He's my boss." You looked at the ground. "And I need this job..."

Willy crossed his arms. He furrowed his brows in thought for a moment. "Huh."

...

"Huh." He looked back to you.

"What?"

"Why don't you just work for me?" He suggested with a smile. You were about to protest, but decided to hear him out. "Yeah! You can quit working for Slugworth, then you and I can update your act, and you can start promoting Wonka's Chocolate!" He said, excitedly pacing your small living area.

You thought over the plan. "Huh." You chuckled. "That's... Do you think that could work?"

He walked over to stand right in front of you, looking into your eyes. "I know it could work."

You shook your head with a smile. You were probably gonna regret this. "Let's do it."

"Yes!" Willy clapped and then stuck out his hand so that the two of you could shake on it. Instead of shaking his hand, you sort of let your emotions take control.

You grabbed his face and kissed him. After a moment you pulled away, a bit shocked at your own actions. You searched his face for any signs of discomfort and were met with a smile.

"That was better than a handshake." He said with a chuckle before leaning forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

Ok, you probably weren't gonna regret this.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 months ago

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Being in a relationship with Hatsumi Sen...

☁️There was no way you could possibly forget your childhood bestie - The coolest guy alive, Hatsumi Sen - Or, as he liked you to call him, Hatsumi Sen-pai.

☁️Such a laid-back menace of a boy, but all the same, the bestest of friend a girl could hope to have.

☁️He was always so sweet with you, even though you were a little younger than you - All the same, he designated himself as 'Y/N's Protector' in front of your mum, so that she'd let you hang out with him for longer.

☁️Your mum was evidently impressed by his confidence and trusted his with your safety, of course.

☁️Not that you'd encounter any trouble, when you have Hatsumi Sen-pai around!

☁️The two of you would go together through the park, and he'd show off the latest Aikido moves he learnt from his grandpa, and how no kid would dare pick on you while he's around!

☁️Sen was always your #1 hero and nothing will ever change about that.

☁️He would pick you up and put you on his shoulders so you could reach up to places too tall for you.

☁️He felt very strong and cool being able to carry around a cute little thing like you.

☁️And it made you smile and laugh so sweetly, how could he not enjoy himself when he was making you so happy?

☁️He was the one to always play with you in the park, and if there were things you couldn't do, he'd do them for you - Like flying a kite, hanging upside down from a tall tree branch so he can give you a cute spiderman-like kiss.

☁️He introduced you to the world of public fights, taught you all the theoretical things about it, and got you all hyped about everything fighting-related.

☁️Sen was also in the Aikidou club at his school and invited you to be his pretty cheerleader ever time he had a school tournament.

☁️Of course, he was always winning his matches, earning gold medals and trophies and what not-

☁️Truth is, were it not for you being so enthusiastic and cheering for him to win, he wouldn't have bothered waking up and crawling out of his comfy, warm bed...

☁️He just couldn't resist that adorable smile of yours, or how you'd jump up and down, yelling his name to encourage him - And after each match, you'd kiss his cheek, and he'd just melt.

☁️Nothing else was worth leaving his house - Nothing else, but you.

☁️Furthermore, all his awards are actually in your house; He didn't acknowledge any of those silly matches as worth his time or a proper light on his skills - Not when his ambition is to become the very strongest man alive.

☁️Unfortunately, once Sen finished highschool, he was ready to spread his wings and fly; To properly pursue a full-time fighting career, to get better, stronger, faster...

☁️It broke his heart, seeing him leave the city - Leave YOU - Knowing you may never see your bestie ever again.

☁️Sen had always liked women - Women were gorgeous - But he knew since he was a little young lad, that he would only ever want his first kiss to be you;

☁️Before he left, he gently cupped your face and surprised you with a lingering sweet kiss - One special kiss that only you would get from him - His darling sweet princess.

☁️'I will always find you, cutie. I am your knight in shining armor, aren't I? Hatsumi Sen-pai. You aren't allowed to ever have any Senpai other than me, okay?'

☁️And you never did.

☁️You would soon grow up and decide to pursue a medical career; You were always a more career-orientated person, down to earth and intelligent... While he was nothing more than a floating cloud in the vast blue sky.

☁️Over a decade passed since you finished highschool and managed to get through University and get a decent grip on your career.

☁️Hatsumi, in the meantime, trained like crazy, found a pretty girl named Shion Soryuin whom he dated - And cheated on....

☁️Became a proud patron of the Gold Pleasure Group.

☁️Hatsumi always did enjoy his pretty girls, after all.

☁️Yet there never came one night, before going to sleep, when he wouldn't think about your pretty smile and how excited you were for him to save her.

☁️Hatsumi Sen was only ever going to be your hero, and no one else's.

☁️He did feel sorry for the way he treated Shion - Hence why he never did date officially no other woman - But his thoughts lingered to you every so often.

☁️You, on the other hand, for the longest time of your medical career, have been harassed and never felt safe since Hatsumi left your life;

☁️You had befriended a very nice gentleman called Wakatsuki Takeshi - He was your new best friend, always reliable and gentle with you - And you asked what you should do about this misfortune of yours.

☁️You wanted to learn self-defense, but in a way that it didn't require signing up to subscriptions and what not - You didn't have enough time to bother with overly strict teachers and what not...

☁️He told you to go at night to this shady pub, and ask around for this man called the 'Floating Cloud'.

☁️And you did just that.

☁️You were terrified - It was midnight, and you were sitting alone in the corner table of a run-down shack pub, filled with drunk creepy men who seemed to stare at her.

☁️Every night, you'd go there, but the man wasn't there; Every night, you'd return home, terrified out of your mind, to the point you were even afraid to stay home alone, an unfortunate reality you were plagued with for many years.

☁️Your only comfort was that your friend, 'Tsuki-san, wanted you to be safe, so the two of you would text the whole time she was out of the house, and even had a man he trusted from his uncle's company be your designated driver until you find the man who's supposed to train you.

One day, two days, three and more, until finally, as she was drinking a coke at one of the tables and doing some light reading, a man sat down dangerously close to her. He looked middle aged, with a pleasant, easy-going expression, and very long, beautiful looking chestnut hair. He was wearing a simple light blue shirt with flowers, and he looked like the very definition of a dad.

The oddest thing about him was that, after Y/N got over her fear of him, she looked into his eyes and immediately melted; Why did this man look so familiar? So... Gentle and trust-inspiring? For reasons unknown to her, she trusted this man as soon as she set her gaze on him.

He put his arm around the girl's shoulder and leaned back on the chair. "I heard you've been asking around about me quite a lot, little lady. What would a cute girl like you be wanting from me? It's not safe being late at night in a dump like this. Aren't you afraid?" he asked very leisurely.

"Terrified out of my mind." Y/N chuckled nervously. "But my friend, 'Tsuki-san, has been texting me the whole time, and even hired a driver to make sure I get home safe." she looked down sheepishly, scratching at her hands a little. "My friend, 'Tsuki-san, recommended you as the best aikido master." Who was this 'Tsuki-san she was talking about. Wait, it couldn't be --

"Are you talking about Wakatsuki Takeshi?!" his eyes widened in shock.

"Yep!" she smiled so sweetly that it caught the man off guard. Her vibes immediately changed, and she looked more relaxed around him.

"Al... Righty then. I see there's a lot to unpack here. What's going on? There's no way a pretty girl like you wants to learn aikidou, especially from someone like me. I dwell in dangerous, underground business - You wouldn't want to get caught up in it." he spoke so mysteriously that it amused the girl.

"Is that your only concern? Endangering me? Ha! How cute." her giggle made the man look quite surprised at her - She was damn pretty! How was he supposed to focus on training her, when he just wants to look at her pretty face? "I earned quite a lot of money betting on Kengan matches. There's hardly anything I would be afraid of - Still; 'Tsuki-san told me aikidou would suit me and my frail physique... I struggle opening water bottles sometimes, you see... My studies, my work, they keep me busy and chronically exhausted all the time... And I can't protect myself." her voice went a little softer at the end. "Quite pathetic, don't you think?"

That self-deprecating chuckle of hers ripped Hatsumi's heart into pieces; She was so much like him, he thought, remembering how many times he called himself a pathetic failure, unworthy and useless... Despicable even.

Still, she was a successful career woman who had the misfortune of falling prey to the ugly side of the world... No one can do everything, all at once, perfectly well; But he can't even do the thing he dedicated his life to.

"I really need your help. I know it's going to be a huge bother, trying to teach me anything... I'm awful at sports and I'm afraid of getting hurt. I don't have anything to give you, either. But I'd really appreciate it if you were to take me in as your student." she explained, and the more she spoke, the more Hatsumi felt absolutely blocked.

Not only has he never taught anyone before, but now, a super cute girl was asking him to be her master - Recommended by Wakatsuki no less! And she's not in the least bothered or afraid of any danger that being involved with the kengan world would imply.

"Ahhh... My, my, I can't just outright refuse a pretty girl like you. How about we take a walk and you tell me why you want aikido in the first place. You're a really odd one, so naturally, I'm pretty interested in you." the man said, guiding the girl outside of that hell hole of a bar. "I'll walk you home, how's that sound?" naturally, you agreed. The night was gorgeous to take a stroll, especially when you're not terrified by what lurks in the shadows. "I once saw this old, short guy taking down multiple super big guys with such ease that I... I started imagining what it would have been like, years ago, if I could do the same thing, and I wouldn't have had to go through the bad stuff that I did. The old guy said - Aiki is a fighting style that anyone can do. You use your opponent's strength against them - And I wondered... If even an old, frail, wrinkly guy like him could do that... Maybe even I could stop being so pathetic all the time, and letting people take advantage of me. Maybe I will finally stop hating myself for never being able to go as far as I want to." the man was silent through it all. "Maybe I'll stop hating myself so much and live my life fearlessly."

Hatsumi continued walking with his arm around her shoulders. He was too deep in thought to realise that he had to speak out. This girl reminds him of himself, more or less.

How many times did he, in the past, but still, even now, call himself pathetic? How many times did he scold himself for not being able to do anything properly? He's always running away from responsibility, from fears... So what if he's strong? Is he the strongest? No. Can he be the strongest? Who knows. He couldn't keep relationships going just because he couldn't keep himself in check, and he had no discipline or motivation for so long.

If he could help her become a better version of herself, he would do it. Maybe, this way, he, too, would learn from her. Maybe his self-hatred will get knocked down a peg. He did need some change in his life, and p'haps, some fresh blood was exactly what he needed.

"Oki-Doki. I'll take you as my student - But don't tell anyone else, that would be a drag. I don't take students, okay? You're an exception because you're pretty." he asked the girl, smirking leisurely. They soon reached her home.

"Do you want to come over for coffee or something? As thanks for agreeing to train me, and walking me home." what a tempting request! Of course Sen agreed, and he was welcomed inside a gorgeous, cozy apartment, furnished stylishly.

"Rather bold of you to trust a stranger - A man, no less - Into your home, don't you think?" he chuckled, looking around the living-room and admiring the place.

"I trust any person that 'Tsuki-san personally recommends. He is a trust-worthy, reliable man, so I trust his judgement." she shrugged leisurely.

"What a nice lady you are~!" he chuckled lazily. "Can I look around?" he received a nod of approval, and he did just that while Y/N went to make coffee.

He saw some pretty pics of Y/N during her graduation day, and some with her friends... Then, he saw a box, somewhere in the corner, and naturally, he got curious. He crouched and started rummaging - A bunch of gold medals and little trophies and diplomas... And the sky fell on his head.

All of them were in the name of 'Hatsumi Sen'.

With a little more digging around, he found pictures of mystery lady since she was a little girl, along with her parents - But most pictures were together with the young boy with long chestnut hair...

Fate truly works in the weirdest ways possible - To think after so many years, the universe will bring them together once again...

Was it the answer to his questions? The solution to his pathetic life of misery and failure? Was Y/N always meant to be in his life, and his constant downfall spiral was all because he walked away from Y/N so long ago?

Once Y/N returned, she placed the coffee tray on the table and sees Hatsumi cradling a picture frame. "Ah, I see you found my precious treasure stash." she smiled bittersweet. "That cutie was my childhood bestie. Spending time with him was the best time of my life." the more she talked, the more his eyes felt gleaming and stinging with emotion. "He was my hero back then - Always protected me from the mean kids in the playground. Hatsumi Sen-pai, my knight in shining armor!"

At once, Y/N found herself engulfed in a very tight, warm embrace, and she could feel the man trembling a little. "You don't have to worry about anyone hurting you anymore, Y/Nickname." no one used that nickname with you - Hatsumi came up with it, thus only Hatsumi was the only allowed to say it. "I will protect you - Just like I always was supposed to do. I will protect you."

"Welcome back - My Hero."

But there came a time when he would almost fail Y/N, again - All because he was trying to prepare for a surprise romantic dinner for his darling, at his home, and she was walking on foot. He had given her the address, the directions... Alas, she got lost, and a group of thugs picked on jer, ready to mug her

She was on the phone with him, telling him she was in trouble and where she got lost - All before Y/N got grabbed by the the neck of her dress and slammed into the wall of a shady alleyway; One of the thugs dug his hand into her pretty hair, tugging on it harshly and telling her to give him all her money and jewellery, or he'll rip them off and do bad things to her.

Thankfully, before any damage could be done to Y/N (except for quite the scare), in the blink of an eye, she felt her hair being released - Before she knew it, none of those guys were standing anymore. Fantastic - Such speed... Was Hatsumi even human? Was he truly a superhero, as she's always seen him?

"Are you alright?" Hatsumi seemed to have worry in his eyes as he approached the whimpering girl, pulling her into a hug. "Yeah, I... I... I just got scared when I saw the knives." she explained, before clearing her throat and looking away. "That was pretty pathetic. I get lost, I get in trouble, and I need saving. What the hell..." she sighed, tearing up. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to have to go out of your way to rescue me. How stupid... I'm such a good for nothing failure... You shouldn't stay around me." her fright made her brain go all crazy with overthinking and self-hatred. "I'm really sorry that you have to deal with some pathetic failure like me. I really don't know why you accepted me. I wouldn't have accepted myself."

Hatsumi's heart broke, seeing the girl he loves so much hang her head and speak so freely about how much she hates herself. He couldn't help but remember himself throughout his entire life. Still, he never admitted to anyone how pathetic he often thought he was. To others, his self-love and confidence were through the roof. Only he knew the truth. And now, this little missy too, whom he hugged tightly to his chest. "You're not a failure, sugar. People have their own strengths and weaknesses. What is important is to learn how to glorify our strengths, and work on bettering our weaknesses. You're already on the right path. You're already doing much more than I ever did my entire life." the girl couldn't help but frown and look up at him. His expression, despite smiling tenderly, was pained.

"Don't say that, Sen. I refuse to believe that someone as awesome as you thinks so lowly of yourself. I won't take it. I can't let you do that. You're a great person... My Hero... So, don't do that." he could see how frustrated she was by the way she was gritting her teeth so much, trying not to cry.

"Y/N... Let's do our best. Both of us. Okay? I'm not giving up on you... So don't give up on me either, okay?" his voice was so filled with emotions, so raw and gentle, so darling, that she couldn't help but hug him back. "Okay."

☁️Since then, Hatsumi never let go of you ever again.

☁️Yes, he couldn't stay long in one place, he was restless, but he would take you with him everywhere he went -

☁️Unless he had to go training, somewhere in the middle of the forests and mountains; There's no way he'd have you renounce your comfort and have you suffer the harsh conditions he had to go through to train to the extreme.

☁️He would take you on months-long vacations and more or less act like a Sugar Daddy without the Sugar involved - Unless you want to, of course. Hatsumi has been taken with you since you were kids.

☁️He loved to lay his head on your lap and just fall asleep while watching the clouds float by.

☁️He was determined to give you a life of luxury and comfort, because you were his literal support system since the two of you were little, and he's forever grateful to you.

☁️He has you meet the cute secretary of the Nogi Group, the business he's associated with, so that you two can hang out like girls; He knew you were in dire need of some friends, and the secretaries were the only girls he knew that would make for great company for you.

☁️One night when Hatsumi gets drunk during a chill time at home, he ends up spilling his guts to you about how much of a failure he is, and how he just cannot get his life together, no matter how hard he tries.

☁️He ends up telling you how he fucked up with Shion, cheating on her, leading her on and staying in on-and-off relationships with her; Tell you about the far too many losses he earned simply because he was too lazy to show up, he forgot or overslept - How much more pathetic could he get?

☁️He even ended up telling you about that time when Katahara came to him and scouted him as a potential Fang - Only for him to run away a week later 'cause he got bored.

☁️All his lingering thoughts of self-hatred, he spilt to you - Then he nestled in your arms and fell asleep like a little kitten who snored a little too loud.

☁️Of course, you didn't agree with his far too leisurely lifestyle, but there was a kind of reverie you felt, just spending time around your childhood bestie, just like you used to long ago.

☁️He was gallant with you, and loved to pick you up and run around; He loved making you laugh, making you smile, as if his own life depended on it.

☁️His own self-worth depended on your happiness.

☁️You would be there to cheer on him for every Kengan match, just as you used to as children, and each and every time, he would win, and you'd go kiss him congratulatory.

☁️He also dropped his Gold Pleasure Group membership, much to everyone's surprise.

☁️He was trying his hardest to take baby steps in the right direction.

☁️Hatsumi was determined to have a proper life with you, no matter how difficult it would be for him.

☁️In spite of how flickery he was, he remained the sweetest man you'd ever met.

☁️Always in charge of romantic dates that ended up super cheesy and filled with playfulness and laughter.

☁️At least once a month, he takes you out on vacations to some new country, knowing your dream is to travel the world, and it fits well with how restless he gets and how he can't stay in one place for too long.

☁️His love language is, at first, gifts, thinking that, until he gets a proper grip on himself, the least he can do is lavish you with all the best things known to mankind;

☁️Not to mention, you look gorgeous wearing all those pretty clothes and jewellery he gets you -

☁️Though the most beautiful accessory you own is your smile.

☁️In terms of intimacy, with how sweet and loving you are with him, it all comes natural, and he forgets all about how big of a fuck-up loser he truly is.

☁️He loves touching you in any way - Be it kisses, hugs, or more; Be it fixing your hair, straightening your clothes, opening doors for you, holding your bags or tying your shoelaces.

☁️Sen loves taking care of your hair - Makes sure to properly wash it, then gently blow-dries it and carefully brushes it - And you never have any nasty tangles thanks to it.

☁️He loves how, every night, it became a ritual to brush each other's hair and gently braid it so it wouldn't get in the way.

☁️Also is the type to let you do whatever you wanted with him - Play dress up with him, do his nails, do his hair, have a tea party with him; None of it mattered, as long as you were happy - Although he was a little more reticent with make up, he still would eventually say yes.

☁️He cannot resist your beautiful puppy eyes.

☁️Intimacy with him is a bliss focused entirely on you.

☁️He's had his time with selfish with the ladies when he was a proud patron of GPG - But at least he's learned a few very useful tricks.

☁️He easily goes crazy for you - Your beauty, your reactions at his touch, those sweet thrills of yours, all for him - You're simply flawless.

☁️You often hangout together with Wakatsuki, Kaede and Sakura over drinks - Everyone is shocked to see him so faithful to you, but no one knows you go way back and he would never betray you.

☁️Your social media is full with pretty pictures of you that he takes in every one of your trips - He loves seeing you so happy and enjoying yourself; Every once in a while he joins in the selfies also, with a lazy peace sign.

☁️When the Kengan Annihilation Tournament is announced, you're surprised to see him going alone to train, but you encourage him from afar, knowing full well he needs it.

☁️You two enjoy the luxury of the cruise all the way to Ganryu Island, and even there, you have fun, playing volleyball with Mokichi and Elena, swimming with Seki and Cos, drinking with Tsuki and Kaede.

☁️At night you also go clubbing together, drinking and dancing, losing yourselves in long, seducing kisses.

☁️You took the habit of tying his hair before every match, as a lucky charm.

☁️His match against Chiba was fascinating - How easy he defeated him, in less than 10 seconds - What a monster!

☁️He was happy that he didn't have to reveal any special move of his - He was lucky he could chill out with you for most of the day, watching the matches on TV to know what to prepare for and expect going further into the competition.

☁️His wish of fighting Hanafusa instead of Bando went to shit once he saw that hulking psycho walk in on the second round - What a drag, truly.

☁️That sleazy jerk not only ripped his shirt off, but he took his hair out of his hair-tie ; How was he supposed to fight without Y/N's lucky charm? He was pissed.

☁️During the coup d'etat, you and him were up on the roof, chilling and sleeping; The weather was lovely, they had an umbrella and chair-lounges, and even cocktails. What more could you want?

☁️It was Wakatsuki who told you about the coup, and he was flabbergast to find out about your whereabouts. Ignorance truly was bliss.

☁️Naturally, he was afraid, but highly ambitious about his fight against the Fifth Fang of Metsudo.

☁️As per the ritual, you tied his hair, and kissed him sweetly for good luck -

☁️Alas, no amount of luck and hard work could help him win.

☁️You were horrified to see Kano using those techniques to K.O. your beloved; It was a novelty, seeing him laying there on the ground, limp and bloody.

☁️You ran to him and held him in his arms until the workers came and put him on a stretch to get him to the hospital wing.

☁️Thankfully, he woke up on the way and had them let him down. He was fine. His body was damaged, but nothing like his pride and self-esteem.

☁️A beautiful woman whom you recognised as the CEO of Kiryuu Setsuna rushed to Hatsumi's side, along with the old CEO of Tokita Ohma.

☁️Shion Soryuin looked horrified, worried for his well being.

"SEN! STAY WITH US, HATSUMI! DR. HANAFUSA'S ON HIS WAY!" Miss Shion cried out in shock, terrified for his life.

"Shit, I lost in front of an angel. How pathetic." was the first thing he managed to utter, groggy voice and self-hatred dripping from his voice.

"Well, this angel can't even open a water bottle - So, Senpai - Let's be pathetic together, yeah?" that crystalline, easy-going giggle of her only made him feel worse. It was him who taught her how to throw away all worries in the world - Why couldn't he truly do the same, but only mask it with that stupid, dumb facade of his? "I just wanna smoke." without another word, Y/N looked at Shion, who handed him a lit cigarette, though dared not speak. "This ain't gonna kill me. I just need a little rest, that's all." Y/N took out a handkerchief, and holding his face carefully, started wiping away at the blood caking his face. Shion, too, knelt by his side and tried to care for him. "Gah, how humiliating. Good grief." he puffed from his cigarette, his heart shattered, as well as all of his hopes. He then felt his messy hair being ruffled, and he looked down at that tender smile - Yet he couldn't reciprocate.

Y/N was heartbroken to see him so mentally and emotionally defeated - But at least he was alive, right? It was finally time for her to cheer him up, instead of the other way around.

"Stop being so upset over what happened. You're alive and that's all that matters. You know what Gaolang said after his fight? There's only going upwards from here. Isn't that right, Hatsumi Sen-pai?" he tsk'ed, looking away. How could she give him advice from other men?! How annoying. "I know your fighter pride is wounded, but I'd rather have my senpai alive, and defeated, than with his skull cracked open. I love you too much to lose you - Again." she threw her arms around the man's throbbing body, as he stiffened hearing her words.

Her words held truth, yes... But at least, at the moment, he was going to grovel and wallow in self-hatred at how disgustingly pitiful he is. "Hey, Sen." she pulled apart slightly, making him look into her eyes. They were such a beautiful shade - And they held life. Vitality. Energy. Damn, what a lucky man he is. "We did our best. Both of us. Okay? Though I'm weak, I'm not giving up on myself, nor on you... So... Don't give up on me or yourself, okay? In fact - Let's be pathetic together!" Hatsumi's exhausted eyes shot wide open, and his mouth agape - The cigarette fell from his mouth, making Shion reach out to take it so it wouldn't burn his fighting clothes. She had told him the very same words that he himself spoke to her once he saved her from that gang of thugs in the alley, when he agreed to train her. With a chuckle, he reached out his hand to pat her head, mimicking her. "Yeah. Let's." he whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I love you, Y/N."

☁️Shion was the most shocked to see Hatsumi being so genuine with someone, for once.

☁️She still hated him for cheating on her, for giving her so many hopes, only to be let down multiple times - But for some reason, she couldn't hold a grudge against him.

☁️In spite of the many awful things he did to her, she still held the times spent together, the memories, very dear to her.

☁️And seeing how genuine he was with you, well... Shion smiled, content.

☁️Hatsumi Sen wasn't the same unreliable prick he used to be.

☁️Hatsumi Sen was irredeemably in love with you, and he would never hurt you.

☁️She was happy for him for finding someone like you, and for finding his happiness, for once.

☁️Even so, after the Tournament ended, Sen took Mikazuchi Rei to some mountains in China to train together with the help of the Wu clan.

☁️You were there together for almost 3 years, but instead of bothering with their training, you became a family member of the Wu clan, who treated you so nicely, integrating you in their culture and customs - All this grace to Hatsumi's grandpa being a very good friend of Kure Erio.

☁️You only returned because Sen was called to help exterminate some Worms on Mount Godslayer, where the Kengan vs Purgatory Tournament was being held.

☁️Since then, the two of you would continue traveling the world, with him either taking the time to seriously train, or just having fun with you.

☁️And on the off-chance you were home, you'd go watch some Kengan matches.

☁️Hatsumi was very hung on keeping you as safe as humanly possible - He knew how terrifying the Worms were, and he didn't want you to be aware of all the problems of the underground.

☁️Ignorance was bliss.

☁️He was going to keep you ignorant, and happy, for as long as he's capable.

☁️He just wanted to live a long, happy, chill life, with you by his side.

☁️To wake up to your beautiful face on the pillow next to him, to wake you up with a kiss and say 'Good morning, sunshine'

☁️And to fall asleep, with you by his side, holding you in his arms and whispering 'Sweet dreams, my princess'

☁️Funny enough, he's also the first of the OG Kengan fighters to get married.

☁️No one believed it - No one thought that fleeting man could actually settle, be tied to a single human being.

☁️But when they saw him, all dressed up and dancing at your wedding, never once taking his gaze away from you, they just knew, Hatsumi Sen was 100% wrapped around your finger.

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Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi...Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing...Being in a relationship with Kure Raian...Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi...Being in a relationship with Kano Agito...Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat...Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki...Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga...Being in a relationship with Hatsumi Sen

#kengan ashura imagine #kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura #kengan omega #kengan omega x oc #kengan omega x reader #hatsumi sen #hatsumi sen x reader #hatsumi sen imagine

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avatar-anna · 2 years ago

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Aaaah i am so deep in my Harry feels and you write him so perfectly…

So i have a request !

Something i cannot get out of my mind are the lines from as it was “Answer the phone, "Harry, you're no good alone why are you sittin' at home on the floor?What kind of pills are you on?" … and maybe the reader just got home and she’s the one saying that to Harry? Idk …

Anyway i love how you write ❤️ stay golden !

Grief Fic, Part One

so, this turned into a really long fic that's full of angst (perhaps too much). part of me wanted to make it even longer, but i think i ended it at the right point where i could come back to it if people wanted me to.

Part Two

tw: mentions of death, depression, grieving

"Harry? You here?" you called, walking across the threshold of your friend's house. Looking down, you ruffled the hair of the little girl who came in with you. Her hands gripped the straps of her backpack as she skipped into the house, clearly not bothered by the band-aid on her knee or the cut beneath it.

She looked around and called out for her dad, who either didn't hear it or couldn't find it on him to respond. When the skip in her step faltered and a look of confusion and hurt began to creep onto her face, you helped her out of her backpack and said, "Why don't you go upstairs, kiddo? Change out of your uniform? We can decide what to do for dinner after. Your pick."

You hoped that the distraction of getting to pick what they ate for dinner tonight would be enough, but she still seemed rather subdued compared to how cheery she sounded as she talked about her day at school on the drive home. "Okay."

She scurried off to her room upstairs, leaving you alone in the big kitchen that hardly got used anymore. When the young girl was gone, you called out to Harry again, stepping further into the house. You eventually found him in his studio, but he wasn't working.

"Jesus, H. I can't leave you alone for five minutes," you muttered, picking the bottle of whiskey off the floor and screwing the cap back on before setting it on a high shelf where he wouldn't think to reach for it.

Harry himself was sitting on the carpeted floor of his studio, staring blankly at nothing in particular. This wouldn't be the first time you found him in a similar state, but each time you hoped it would be the last.

"Is Harper alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, she's upstairs," you said.

"Thank you for picking her up again today," he said, still not looking at you.

You sat down next to him, draping your arms over your knees as you crossed your legs together. "No problem. I knew you were supposed to be working today, which leads me to my next question. Why are you sitting in here alone? I thought today was a writing session?"

"Cancelled. Didn't feel up to it today."

Harry didn't feel up to much of anything these days. It was understandable, to an extent. You knew he was going through a lot, but it wasn't just him he had to look out for. Harper needed her dad, now more than ever.

"Was it...anything in particular?" you asked gently. Sometimes Harry got cagey when you asked him about his current situation. He would snap or get defensive or ignore you completely. You'd known him for so many years, but in the span of a few months, you had to relearn how to talk to him. "Yesterday you seemed excited to work."

Harry shrugged, which drew your attention to his narrow shoulders. He hasn't been eating, you thought. You quickly scanned his face, and looking past the obvious unkempt facial hair and dark circles, you noticed his features were more pronounced, eyes sunken in some. You thought he was doing better, you thought he was healing.

"Harry," you said when he didn't respond.

Ever so gently, you rested a hand on his arm. His skin was cold as ice, and pale. So unlike the warmth and sunny glow it used to carry. The person in front of you was a shell of the man he once was, and you didn't know how to bring him back.

"Do you know what kind of pills you're on? If they're not working, the doctor can prescribe something else," you said.

"It's not the pills," he murmured. "I just...I just don't know how to function without her."

So you're not taking them, you thought but didn't say. Instead, you gave Harry's hand a gentle squeeze. "I know."

"I don't want to function without her. I—I can't do anything else but exist, and even that's exhausting."

Harry's voice was heavy with emotion, his eyes downcast as he stared at the band around his finger.

You were aware of the dangerous waters he was wading into, and the pressure to keep him from drowning suddenly crushed your chest. You'd already said all the typical platitudes—it'll get better with time, she wouldn't want you to live like this, Harper needs you. Sometimes they were enough to get him out of the house or to sit down on the couch with Harper to watch a movie, but it would only last so long, and recently Harry's mood improvement would dwindle faster and faster. You did what you could to help by taking care of Harper and checking in on Harry everyday, but he was starting to scare you.

"Daddy?"

Your head whipped around to where Harper was standing by the door of the studio. At eight years old, she looked just like Harry with bright green eyes and dimpled cheeks and curly hair. But she looked like her mother too, and though it was nearly imperceptible, you saw the bob of Harry's Adam's apple when he looked at her.

"Hi sweetheart," he said, not standing up to go over to her.

Harper waited by the door, waiting for Harry to do more. To ask about her day or tell her about his or go over to her or something. But he didn't, like he was too exhausted to move.

"Can we—Can we go to the park? The sun is still out and I finished all my homework."

"Y/n can take you," Harry said.

"Or we can watch a movie? Or—"

"Harper, I think Dad is tired. Why don't we—"

"He's always tired!" Harper said suddenly. "He never wants to spend time with me or talk to me! Why are you acting like this!" She went over to Harry and began to shake his shoulders, her cheeks red and eyes imploring. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Harry didn't do anything at first, letting his daughter shake him and pound her fists against his chest. Your eyes welled with tears and your throat tightened as you watched, caught between pulling Harper off and letting her get her emotions out, half hoping it would stir something in her father. It didn't.

"I hate you! I want mom!" she finally said when Harry was still practically catatonic.

He said nothing, but you could see the tears in his eyes as she stormed off, flinching when he heard the door to her room slam two floors up. His shoulders shook of their own volition then, accompanied by tears and sobbing.

"She didn't mean it," you said, pulling him into your chest. Harry's grip was tight despite his lack of nourishment as he continued to cry, warm tears bleeding through your shirt. "She's dealing with this too."

"I don't know how to be what she needs," he sobbed. "I don't think I can."

Your heart broke for the two people you loved most in this world. You'd tried so hard to help Harry and Harper, to take care of her while he got back on his feet. But he hadn't, and now you felt like you were standing at a crossroads.

"I think it might be time to—" you stopped, getting choked up yourself, "to maybe go somewhere."

That got his attention enough to stop crying for a moment. "Go somewhere?"

"I've...looked into a couple places," you said gingerly. "Facilities. Where you can rest and get better and meet with grief counselors and groups. Get the help that you need, you know?"

When Harry's wife died, you obviously didn't expect him to bounce back right away, but you also didn't anticipate the state he was in now. Everyone grieved differently, you knew that, but his grief was all-consuming, slowly eating away at him and leaving him hollow. You did what you could to support him and Harper, but you had your own life, your own job, which was starting to become less and less understanding every time you left early to pick Harper up from school. You did it all happily and willingly because you loved both of them, but none of you could keep going like this.

"I'm not sick," he said. "I'm not an addict. I don't need to go to rehab."

"I love you, H, and I'm worried about you," you said. You put your hands on either side of his face so he had to look you directly in the eye. "Harper loves you, and she wants you to be her dad. You have so many people that love and care for you, Harry, and we all want you to be okay again."

"My wife died, Y/n. I'm never going to be okay again," he said, pulling away from you harshly, voice sharp. "How can you say that? You really think it's so easy? The mother of my child is gone, and she can never come back, and you what? You want me to just forget about her? Forget what we had? I bet you'd love that wouldn't you. That's probably why you've been so eager to 'help' Harper and me. Don't think for one second that you could ever replace her. So just go!"

It didn't matter that you knew this outburst was one of rage filled grief, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. You felt like you'd been slapped, like Harry had reached his hand into your chest and crushed your heart. That was never your intention. Harry was a friend, a dear one, but a friend just the same. And Harper was your goddaughter. You couldn't just sit by and let the two people you considered family fall apart.

But maybe you weren't who he needed.

"I know you think you'll never be okay again, but you will," you said quietly. "Because you love Harper, you will be. One day you'll stop resenting her for not being Sophia, and one day you'll stop resenting Sophia for leaving you. It'll always hurt, I know that, but one day it'll hurt a little less."

You stood up from the floor and smoothed your trousers, sniffling a little. Harry had gone back to staring blankly, but the tight clench of his jaw told you he was listening. "Bye, H."

You didn't leave right away. You made a phone call to his mom first, asking her to stay with Harry and Harper, not explaining why you couldn't be the one to check up on them anymore. Anne had asked you to keep an eye on the pair after she went back home after staying at Harry's place for a month. You'd already planned on doing so, but you agreed. Now the tough love needed to come from someone else. When Anne told you she was on her way, you went upstairs to Harper's room to check on her.

She was crying on her bed, her body curled into a ball around a stuffed animal. Sighing, you walked over to her and sat on the corner of her bed and soothed her back with your hand. "I know you didn't mean that, Harper Rose."

"Why is he acting like that?" she cried, not looking up at you. "Why won't he play with me anymore? Or take me to school?"

"He..." You didn't even know what to say to make this better. "Your dad is...sick."

"Like my mom was?" Harper asked. She sat up, her little face red from crying.

"Not—Not quite," you said, trying not to get choked up. Sophia had been a dear friend to you too. "His heart hurts so much that he can't, or doesn't know how to...function properly. Does that make sense?"

Harper nodded as she wiped a tear from her eye. "He's heartbroken."

"I think so."

She didn't say anything for a minute, as if she was processing that information about Harry. Then, "Does that mean I love my mom less if I'm not heartbroken like that?"

Her words made you pinch your arm to hold back your tears. It wasn't fair to Harper that she had to deal with all of this at a young age; she didn't deserve to have these thoughts or ask these questions, and selfishly, a part of you deep down felt you didn't deserve to answer them.

"No, of course not, kiddo. Your dad just—you and your dad loved her differently. And I think part of him is sad that you lost your mom and not just that he lost his wife."

"I don't understand," she said, her voice trembling. "When will he be normal again?"

"Do you think you'll feel normal again?" you asked her gently. Harper shrugged, more tears silently leaking out of the corners of her eyes. "People's hearts and minds react differently when someone dies. And right now, your dad's mind is telling him not to get out of bed or take care of himself or take care of you. It doesn't make sense to you or me, but it makes sense to him."

"Oh." Harper looked contemplative again, her eyes trained on the yellow patterned bedspread beneath her. Everything in her room was some shade of yellow—walls, curtains, lampshades, the sun behind the bedframe that Sophia painted—everything was made to feel warm and inviting. "What do we do now? How do we help him?"

"Well, what do you do when you're sick?"

"Go to a doctor."

"That's right," you said. "He's gonna go to the doctor, and the doctor will tell us what we should do. And in the meantime, you just keep loving your dad, okay? You're allowed to be angry and frustrated and sad, but never stop loving him. It might not look like it, but knowing you love him helps."

"Okay," Harper said.

"I called your grandma. She's gonna come stay with you for a little while while your dad gets better. She'll take you to school and pick you up and make you all sorts of treats with you."

"Why can't you take me to school?" she asked.

"I have to work," you explained. "But, if you need anything, you know my number. Just call me and I'll be there, okay? But you and Grandma will have fun, you always do."

You stayed in Harper's room until she fell asleep, smoothing her hair with your hand once more before standing up from the bed. You planned to stay until Anne arrived, but you figured you could tidy up and get the guest bedroom ready in the meantime. By the time she walked through the door, the guest room had been made up and the kitchen was squeaky clean. Harry never came out of his studio, or he went up to his room without you noticing but you were fine with that. You wouldn't have known what to say to him anyway.

You gave Anne the names of doctors and grief groups for Harry, and the name of a good child psychiatrist for Harper. You'd been meaning to set up a meeting for her, but you hadn't had the time, and it also wasn't really your place and you didn't want to overstep. Anne gave you a long hug before you left, thanking you for taking care of her family. Having someone hug you for once instead of the other way around was overwhelming, and you almost started crying right there in her arms.

But you held yourself together for a few more minutes as you pulled away. You promised to check in and help wherever and whenever you could, then you left, slightly relieved that Harry and Harper's well-being wasn't solely on your shoulders anymore and partly sad that you weren't able to help them more.

The first few weeks, you didn't come around the house as much, giving Harry his space. You met Harper at the park when your work schedule allowed it and had her over to your place for sleepovers when she asked.

Anne kept you in the loop, even when there wasn't much to report—Harper met regularly with a counselor and Harry didn't, Harper didn't wake up crying in the middle of the night as much and Harry still wasn't going back to work. Part of you felt like Harry needed more tough love than coddling at this point. You knew he wouldn't actually go to therapy unless you dragged him by the ear or eat something if you didn't sit with him until he was done. But it wasn't your place to dictate how he was helped, so you kept your mouth shut whenever Anne said he wasn't getting any better.

However, that all changed when Harry collapsed. He was so weak from not eating, he physically couldn't hold himself up. Or so Anne claimed. You didn't want to, but part of you thought there might have been some intention behind Harry's actions, or lack thereof. That was when you knew things had to change. If this were a movie, then that moment was the point of no return, and you weren't going to let Harry destroy himself anymore.

"If you get him in a car, I'll take care of the rest," you said to Anne the day after. She'd been apprehensive, but you insisted that this was the right choice. "He can't just sit alone on the floor of his studio all day. Either we do this now or his grief wins."

So it was settled. You didn't know how she did it, but Anne somehow got Harry up and in the passenger seat of your car. He clearly was not pleased by the whole thing, but with his lack of eating, he was no match for you or his mother.

"Where are we going?" he asked, arms folded angrily.

"My place."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not going to let Harper witness your path of self-destruction. You wanna die? You don't want to take care of yourself? Then you can do it at my place instead of in front of your daughter."

It was harsh, but Harry hadn't been particularly amicable these last few days. According to Anne, instead of catatonic, he was rude, his words sharp as a knife and just as cutting. His mother didn't deserve to deal with that, and neither did Harper, but you could handle him. Whether he liked it or not.

"Fuck you," he muttered.

"Fuck you," you replied simply.

Harry didn't say anything else the rest of the ride to your house, which was completely fine by you. You had a plan in place for Harry's stay, but you went over it again and again in your head, hoping it would work. You had Harry's meds, which he had not been taking, you picked out a grief group for him to attend, or one-on-one counseling if he didn't want to go to group therapy, you worked out a schedule that made sure Harry was constantly doing something rather than withering away on your couch. But first...

"You need a shower. I'm not living with you while you smell like that. And brush your teeth too."

"I thought you didn't care what I did," he said, begrudgingly following you into your house. It was much smaller than his, but that was for the better. It would be easier to keep an eye on him in close quarters.

"Don't be ridiculous, Harry. We all care about what happens to you," you said, leading him down the hall to your small guest room and bathroom were.

You gestured toward the bathroom when he set his small duffle bag on the bed, but he stayed where he was. "No."

"No?"

"You and my mum can drag me around and make me sleep in a different bed, but you can't force me to take medication, you can't force me to go to therapy, you can't force me to live," Harry spat. You took it on the chin, eyeing the way it seemed exhausting for him to just raise his voice at you. "I'm not a child, and I'm not one of your patients, so leave me the fuck alone."

"Lord, give me strength," you muttered to yourself before storming over to him.

You grabbed Harry by the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him into the bathroom, where you promptly began to pull his layers off one by one.

"What the fuck?" Harry said, too surprised to fend you off, and too weak as well. "Get off of me!"

"You are a stubborn asshole," you spat, letting all the anger and frustration from the last few weeks seep into your voice. Once Harry was down to his underwear and socks, you quickly turned the shower on and pushed him in, holding your forearm against his chest as water sprayed both of you. "And selfish. You are a parent, Harry, you can't afford to fall apart, especially not in front of Harper. You can't do this to her. I won't let you."

Harry struggled against you, but not as much. He looked furious for having brought up Harper, though. But you kept going, needing to say everything that had been rattling around in your brain since he snapped at you.

"Sophia is gone, H," you said, voice gentle but firm.

"Shut up—"

"And it hurts. I can't imagine how much it hurts to lose your wife, but I—I know how it feels to lose a parent." Your voice began to waver, but you willed yourself to calm down. You didn't talk about it much, but you could relate to the situation at hand better than most. It was part of the reason why you helped Harry and Harper out so much. "Harper is strong and brave and charismatic. She's all the good things Soph was. Stop punishing her for it and celebrate it. She needs you, H. If you can't find it in yourself to get better for you, do it for your daughter. Don't do this to her."

Harry was crying by then, and you were too. Water sprayed the both of you, but he wasn't straining against you anymore. When it felt like he was starting to slide against the tiles to sit down, you didn't let him. "Don't do that," you said, using all your strength to hold him up. "Don't let it consume you. Lean on me if you have to, but don't—don't sit down."

To your surprise, he didn't. Harry let you give him a scrub down, starting with his hair and then sponging his body with soap. You left his briefs on for his sake. As a nurse, you were used to seeing every part of the body, but Harry was your friend, not a patient. When you were done, you left him to dry off with a towel and dress with the instruction to be in the kitchen for dinner in twenty minutes. You didn't have to say what you would do if he didn't come. Harry got a dose of how forceful you could be very quickly.

So he came out of his room, and the two of you ate in complete silence. You didn't mind the quiet and were content to let Harry figure out whatever was going on in his head. You did keep an eye on him, though, making sure he didn't push his food around and actually ate it. He did, thankfully; you really didn't want to have to spoon-feed him too.

"Tomorrow I set up a group therapy session in town. It's super confidential, so you don't have to worry about that, but—"

"No."

"No? Really? We're doing this again?" you asked, only half joking.

"I don't want to go to group therapy," he said, and you could practically taste his displeasure for it across the table.

"Well, I thought you might say that, so I also scheduled one-on-one counseling, though I thought you might prefer the group. Less opportunities to talk when there are multiple people in one session." You picked up and quickly washed your plate before setting it down on the drying rack. "Tomorrow's session is at ten. Let me know what you want to do before then, but you're going to one of them. Oh, and you're responsible for cleaning up after yourself. Night."

You left Harry to his own devices after that, deciding to get ready for bed. It was going to be a long few weeks, or however long to get your friend back up on his feet, and you were going to need all the peace of mind you could get.

Three weeks later, Harry was still irritable. You knew he resented you for making him do, well, anything, but he still did them. He went to his group therapy sessions and cleaned up after himself in the kitchen. He just didn't like talking to you. Or acknowledging you. Or looking at you. You were pretty sure all the anger he had about Sophia dying and having to take care of Harper alone was now directed at you. You didn't necessarily mind being his outlet if it meant he was getting out of the house, but it did get exhausting at times. And it made for a very awkward car ride.

"I...can't pick you up from group today," you said as you neared the building where Harry's group sessions were.

"What the hell am I supposed to do then?" he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest like a child.

You gripped the steering wheel tighter so as not to whack him repeatedly on the arm. "Are you really that much of a pampered celebrity that you can't use public transportation? Or your own two feet?"

"Well why the fuck are you signing me up for this shit if you can't take me. I don't even want to go to these stupid meetings."

In a split second, you pulled over and put the car in park. "Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me," you said, the frustration you'd been pushing down the last three weeks finally bubbling to the surface. You'd been patient, you'd done what you thought was right for Harry and his family, but you couldn't be his punching bag anymore. "I've been taking you to these meetings because I want to help you, because I want to help Harper, but you have...kicked and screamed like a child every step of the way, and I—I want you to be better. I want you to be able to handle your emotions in a healthy way, but I—" I give up, you wanted to say, but even you weren't that mean in the midst of your anger. "You're an adult, Harry. I can't force you to go to therapy, so don't. Get out. Do whatever the hell you want."

Harry looked at you for a moment, surprised by your outburst. His mouth was pressed into a hard line, his eyes roving around your face. Searching for what, you weren't sure. Maybe he didn't think you would ever actually kick him out. You gave him as good as he got when he snapped at you, but you never expressly kicked him out. You were pretty sure he was deciding if you were serious or not.

"Out!" you said when he still hadn't opened the door. Now you were going to be late to work.

"Fuck! Fine," he said, then he was opening the door and getting out of the car. It shut with a definitive slam, but you didn't wait around to see Harry glare at you as you rushed back onto the street.

Work sucked, which made your mood that much worse. You normally liked your job at the hospital. It was busy and made you feel like a zombie at the end of most shifts, but the work was rewarding, and you were good at it too. You ran the Labor and Delivery room like a tight ship, everything and everyone had a place. But tonight you were slammed, one issue after another for you to solve. Normally you could handle the stress, but your nerves had been frayed for weeks, and every minor inconvenience didn't feel so minor right now.

Nothing was going your way, patients' families were being bigger assholes than usual, and the charting system was being glitchy. Not to mention you were pulling a double shift, so it was safe to say you were tired out of your mind, irritated, and not as chipper as you normally were amongst the normal amount of stress.

"Y/n, have you taken your lunch yet?"

You looked up from the computer at the nurses' station where one of your coworkers was standing on the other side. "Look at this place, Miranda. When would I have the time?"

The Labor and Delivery wing of the hospital was full of patients, excited family members in the waiting room, OB interns, and nurses trying to maintain order. You could always expect a good number of people in this wing of the hospital, but today was more crowded than usual. In-laws that wanted to be in the delivery room were driving you crazy in a way that they normally didn't, and a surgical intern tried to talk down to you, which tried your practically non-existent patience. It was safe to say that your pink scrubs were very misleading about your disposition today.

Miranda narrowed her eyes at you. "It's thirty minutes."

"I can't. I have to get these charts updated because these idiots we call interns don't know how to—"

"Y/n?"

"God, tell me this is not happening," you muttered before looking up from the computer again. Harry was standing at the nurses' station next to Miranda, who was staring at him with wide eyes. "I can't do this with you right now."

"I know. I just wanted to—"

"I can take your bitching at home, but not here," you said, going back to your computer. Everything you'd felt this morning was still simmering in you, and you didn't want to make a scene at work.

"I just came to apologize," he said, his voice lacking the harsh edge it'd had since he'd been staying with you.

You shook your head and picked up a chart as you began to walk away. "Honestly? I don't have time for that, either, H."

Perhaps you shouldn't have been so flippant, but you were at work, for one. You got into a certain headspace to keep everything and everyone in order, and you couldn't compromise that on a hectic day like this, even if Harry had come to say he was sorry.

"But, Y/n, you still have to take your lunch!" Miranda said.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned back around. Your arms were crossed as you gave Miranda a look, but she just stared right back. She was always the one who looked after you while you looked after everyone else. Sighing, you walked back over to the nurses' station to hand over the chart on your hands. "Ten minutes."

"The law says thirty."

"Fifteen," you amended, then left before Miranda could argue with you. You heard footsteps behind you, and while you knew they were Harry's, you didn't do anything to stop him from following.

The break room was small, just big enough to hold a refrigerator, some cupboards, and a table with a few chairs. You didn't spend much time here, but it did see a lot of foot traffic despite its size.

Sitting down at the table, you rested your head in your hands, your eyes closing for a few seconds now that you let yourself have this short break. Your feet hurt and your head pounded, but you managed to stand up anyway and make yourself a cup of coffee.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, though you weren't really sure you cared. Not right now anyway.

"I wanted to apologize," he said right away, like he was afraid you weren't going to let him speak.

You laughed a little. "Oh? What for?"

You knew you were being difficult, but you couldn't help it. The way Harry treated you had all come to a head this morning, and the shit day at work didn't help your mood, either. Staring at him over the rim of your coffee mug, your heart softened the tiniest bit. He looked like a scolded puppy with his head tilted down and his hands behind his back. It was hard for you to balance the anger you felt for the way he treated you and acknowledge the fact that it was his grief that was making him act this way. There's no wrong way to grieve. It was something you knew and understood, but Harry's grief process didn't make your life any easier.

"I've been...horrible to you," he said, though he still wouldn't look at you. "I—I know you've been trying to help Harper and me, and all I've done was take everything I've felt out on you."

It was hard to find the right words to say. You didn't want to just excuse his behavior by saying he was grieving, but you knew he would never treat you the way he had been otherwise. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

"What made you come to this conclusion?" you decided to ask, curious to know the answer.

Harry smiled sheepishly and chuckled to himself in a way that was embarrassed more than amused. "Therapy. I went after you kicked me out this morning. Thanks for that, by the way."

You couldn't help but grin a little, at the very least because you hadn't seen Harry smile in months. "You're welcome."

"I'm really, really sorry, Y/n," he said once the air in the room sobered again. "I don't know if I could ever say it enough, or express how thankful I am to you for being there for Harper when I couldn't. I'm sorry for all the horrible things I've said and the way I've acted. I, um, I don't magically feel better, but for the first time since Soph died, I want to be."

You believed him when he said that. There was an air about Harry that seemed different than the last few months. And the fact that he was apologizing at all and seemed to have a small grasp of his feelings said a lot. And you wanted to believe him too, for the sake of his own health and happiness as well as Harper's.

"I know it was your grief that made you...act a certain way, but thank you for apologizing," you said.

"Things won't immediately go back to the way they were, I know that, but," Harry said, wiping the corner of his eye. "I wanted to take Harper out to dinner tomorrow night, and I'm hoping you'll join us."

"Not tonight?"

"No. I think I just want to go home and be with my daughter tonight," he said, sounding a little nervous and a little hopeful. "And I'm sure you're sick of me, so I thought I'd let you have a night to yourself."

You took a moment to look at your friend, really look at him. Harry's frame was still narrow, he was paler than usual, and the angles were still a little too sharp and pronounced, but his hair was neat and his eyes were clear, and he just looked different overall.

Standing up, you walked to where Harry was still standing by the entrance to the break room and threw your arms around him. A wave of emotion hit you the second his arms wrapped around you, and you couldn't help the sob that escaped your lips as you held him tight. He felt so frail, like he could blow away with the next breeze. It pained you to feel how everything affected him physically.

"You scared me," you said. Perhaps it was too soon to admit, but you needed to say what had been weighing on your heart since he collapsed. "You pissed me of and drove me insane, but above everything, I was terrified."

Terrified of losing him, terrified of not doing what was right by him or Harper, terrified that he'd never be the same. The fear of losing Harry to his grief kept you up most nights. More than the poisonous words or cold shoulders or childish behavior, you'd been so scared of every worst case scenario it nearly made you sick.

"I'm sorry I've put you through so much. You lost her too."

That made you squeeze Harry even harder. You'd known Sophia first and had been the one to introduce her to Harry. The three of you had been friends for a long time before Harry and Soph had even started dating, and you stayed friends long after. She wasn't your sister, but in a lot of ways she was family, and so were Harry and Harper.

Eventually you pulled away, wiping your eyes and stepping back from his embrace. You felt a little awkward, but lighter too, and hopeful for the future.

"So you'll come? To dinner?" Harry asked, his own eyes lined with tears.

Harry wasn't magically healed. He still had a long road ahead of him to be healthy again, not to mention mending his relationship with Harper. But you decided to believe that he was on the mend, that he was open to getting proper help and taking the right steps to manage his depression.

"It would be my pleasure."

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Jailbreak

A bell attached to the liquor store entrance chimed as Alfonso De La Torre walked in with heavy feet. The tattooed young man kept his head down, only raising his head once to give the clerk an acknowledging nod of the head. Alfonso walked straight to the back of the store where all the various beers were displayed behind a glass door.

Alfonso opened the door and plucked out an ice cold can of Modelo. He then walked to the clerk with the beer in one hand and a $5 dollar bill in the other. Alfonso placed the bill on the counter and slid it under the safety glass to the clerk.

“Keep the change, I won’t need it,” Alfonso said. The clerk merely nodded his head as he rang him up. He had known Alfonso since he first moved into town a decade ago. The clerk knew that when it came to a guy like Alfonso, it was better to just smile and nod than to ask questions. The less he knew, the less likely he’d get called to the witness stand one day.

Alfonso opened the can as he walked out the liquor store, leaving the sounds of the can opening and the door bell chimes ringing behind him as he left. He then found a spot along the wall to lean against while he enjoyed his cold beer. It was a cool night with clear skies that night, perfect for a cold one. Alfonso took a long swig of Modelo. The bubbles rushed up the can as he chugged it. He then let out a satisfied ahhh, knowing full well that that can was likely going to be the last beer he’d enjoy in a while.

As he stood there savoring every last drop of alcohol, Alfonso could hear sirens blaring off somewhere not too far. They were getting closer with each passing second, and Alfonso only smirked as he saw the signature blues and reds of LAPD light up the street. Within a minute, two police cars pulled up into the parking lot. They parked right in front of the liquor store. Then out came three police officers with their guns and tazers points at Alfonso.

“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” one of the police officers shouted. Alfonso chuckled in response.

“Bro chilllll,” Alfonso took another drink of Modelo. “No need for all that... I just wanted one last beer before y’all take me in. Is that too much to ask? Or y’all finna shoot if I keep drinking?”

"Put your hands up behind your back!!" the lead officer barked. Alfonso sighed.

"Shit man... Tough crowd."

Alfonso finished his beer in one final chug then threw the empty can to the trash. He then walked towards the police with his hands raised up behind his head. Despite his cooperation, the police were still rough in handcuffing him. They shoved him into the backseat of one of the patrol cars. As they drove away, Alfonso looked out the window and took in the nighttime ambience of his city with a grin on his face.

The rest of the night went according to the usual protocol. The police took Alfonso to the precinct, processed him into the system, then put him in a holding cell for the night. Once the next morning came, Alfonso was transferred to another detention facility where he'd stay until his court date. Alfonso kept a bored expression on his face throughout the entire process, only smiling when he had a smart ass comment ready to piss off the officers. It wasn’t his first time going through the motions, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be his last either. However, although Alfonso was able to get off on bail or on parole the last couple times, the consequences of his latest arrest would prove to be more severe...

It was sometime in the late afternoon when Alfonso found himself bored and sitting in a nearly empty room. There was only a table and two chairs in the dull room. It was a drag, but Alfonso was grateful to get away from his weird cellmate Edwin. Edwin was arrested for breaking and entering into a private lake house. He wanted to catch some fish so he could harvest their organs. Something about needing fresh materials for his rituals. Alfonso never really bothered to learn the details, all he knew was that he needed to keep the weirdo happy or he might try something. Getting some time away from him was like a breath of fresh air for Alfonso, though now he found himself with new stress. The guard explained that it was time for him to meet with his lawyer (or more accurately, the public defender assigned to him). Despite their enthusiasm to help him, Alfonso kept turning them away. None of them matched the vibe he was looking for. He needed someone who would help him get off scot free, not just reduce the severity of his sentence. Until he found just the right lawyer, Alfonso kept holding out.

Alfonso leaned back against the chair, fingers tapping a rhythm against the stainless steel table. Through the small pane of glass on the door, he noticed one of the guards walk past with a man in a long sleeve dress shirt. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the well dressed man.

"Great, here comes the next bitchass..."

Alfonso watched as the man spoke with the guard, then walked into the holding room with him. Alfonso started mentally picking out all his finer details. His white shirt had no discernible wrinkles, likely from being ironed. His black slacks fit him just right, leading Alfonso to believe they were custom tailored to his exact size. The man sat across from Alfonso, placing a file on the table as he did so. Alfonso spotted a gold ring on his wedding finger with a matching wristwatch to boot. With everything Alfonso picked up about the man, he already decided he didn’t like him.

“Good evening, Mr. De La Torre, my name is Jackson. How are-”

“Get out. Get me another lawyer.” Alfonso interrupted the man. Jackson was visibly thrown off by this, but did not give up. Instead he adjusted himself in the seat and put on a stern face to show he meant business.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re just gonna have to settle for having me as a lawyer.”

“Fuck that! Just get me another lawyer!”

“No can do-”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve already turned away three other lawyers. You can’t just shop around for lawyers, there’s only so many public defenders you know.”

“Thh, whatever. I’m not talking to you.”

Alfonso sat back in his chair. Jackson merely opened the file he brought and started reading some of the papers.

“You’re my first assignment and I’m not gonna give on you. Just let me defend you in court and I promise we’ll get you out of this mess.” Jackson said while reading. Alfonso simply ignored him.

“You’re in deep shit, you know,” Jackson began. “Assaulting someone while on parole and you still wanna turn away a lawyer you couldn’t afford on your own? Gotta be really stupid to that.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Alfonso turned back to face him. “That motherfucker had it coming after he cheated on my little sister. You don’t know shit about me, don’t talk about me like you know me.”

“Aww, how noble of you! Unfortunately, the law doesn’t give a fuck about the situation behind the crime. A bloodied up man is in the hospital and his assailant took a little stroll to the nearby liquor store like it was just another Saturday night. Face it, man,” Jackson leaned in. “You need me to defend you in court or you’re done for.”

“Man, fuck you! You can’t defend me for shit!” Alfonso stood up and faced the door where a guard was on standby. “Ay, bailiff!! Get this bitch outta here and get me another lawyer! Get some raza to defend me, someone who’ll understand-”

“I am raza,” Jackson stood up too. Alfonso scoffed in response.

“Not with a fuckass name like Jackson you’re not!”

“My full name is Jackson Rivera Velazquez! Both of my parents immigrated here from Guatemala, I’m just as Latino as you are!”

“How many Rolex watches you got? How about that gold ring around your finger, how much that cost you? I bet you got AC in your house too, huh. Livin’ nice and comfortable como los güeros while the rest of us out here struggling to survive! You might be Latino but you ain’t raza!!”

“Hey!! Just cuz I got some money now doesn’t mean I don’t know struggle! My whole life is struggle! I came from nothing, living in family garages and food stamps. I had to work my ass to get to where I am! Now I’m a lawyer with a handsome partner and a nice home, but just because I’m comfortable now doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget where I came from! I came into this work so that I could help out others like...”

Alfonso started to tune out Jackson while he shared his life story. Something he said made Alfonso’s ears perk up. ‘Handsome partner.’ Alfonso wasn’t surprised to find out he was gay, but learning that information made him smirk inside. Suddenly Alfonso found himself plotting the perfect escape plan in his head. It was elaborate, it was risky, it was borderline insane too, but it might just work.

“Enough already damn!!” Alfonso shouted, interrupting Jackson’s rambling. It was time to kick his plan into action. “Look, I’m sorry man, okay. I’m just worried sick that I won’t get to see my family again. I don’t want to spend the next 10 fucking years of my life in here. Can you help me get out of here?”

Once again, Jackson was visibly thrown off guard by Alfonso. Except this time, instead of a scowl, he had a smile forming on his face.

“Alright, that’s what I wanted to hear!! I promise you, Mr. De La Torre, you won’t regret taking a chance on me!” Jackson stuck his hand.

“Yeah yeah, no problem, thanks for helping me out. Quit the formal shit though. Just call me Alfonso.”

The two men exchanged a firm handshake. Alfonso and Jackson sat back down at the table so Jackson could explain what will happen next. Jackson was going to take care of all the paperwork back at his office, then come back the very next day to get Alfonso’s full testimony on what happened the night of the assault. Jackson also explained that due to jurisdiction reasons, Alfonso was going to get transferred to another detention center again after they talked. He couldn’t do anything about it, but he assured Alfonso that he will still follow along as his lawyer. Once everything was set in stone, Alfonso was escorted back to his cell while Jackson went back to his office to get working. Despite his initial apprehension, Alfonso had full confidence that Jackson would follow through. He had to trust him, or else his escape plan would never work.

Alfonso walked back into his cell to see Edwin fiddling around with something on the top bunk. He let him be and went to his bunk, taking a deep breath to calm down. Alfonso knew he couldn’t do much while he was detained, but regardless of that, he knew he had his share of work to get done. And with a time limit of 24 hours, he had to get shit done fast!

Once dinner hour came for the inmates, Alfonso took the opportunity to gather as many materials as he could hide from the cafeteria. While he had to be discreet about it, Alfonso made sure to keep a straight face and a cool air while he did it.

He made it back to his cell with various things in tow. Alfonso set them all down in his bunk to get to work on making a potion. Alfonso had very limited knowledge about brujeria from his family, and the thing he was trying to brew wasn’t exactly a potion in the traditional sense either, but it would have to do for the time being. But just before he could start, Edwin peeked his head out from the top bunk.

“You’re planning something.”

“What? No I’m not,” Alfonso denied. Edwin hopped down and made eye contact with wide eyes.

“Yes you are. The fish hearts told me so. Are you trying to escape?”

Alfonso stayed quiet for a moment. That was the most interaction he had ever had with Edwin. Yet, he managed to read right through him like a book. He was amazed, if not a bit unnerved.

“Alright, ya got me. I’m trying to make something that’ll help me get the hell out of here. I don’t know much about brujeria, but I’m hoping this will get it done.”

“That’s not gonna do anything worthwhile. Here, let me help.”

Edwin did not hesitate in taking over the potion making process. He took all of Alfonso’s materials and added a few of his own. Bell peppers, fish eyes, tap water, crushed black pepper, candle wax, marijuana leaves, and a few other things Alfonso couldn’t identify but decided against asking what they were for his own sanity. It took Edwin less than half an hour to get the concoction brewed and ready to go. He handed it to Alfonso in a plastic cup.

“When it’s time, drink this and it will perform a miracle for you. You might feel a little weird and you’ll have no idea what the miracle is, but you need to trust the process. While you’re busy doing whatever it is you’re doing, I’ll be busy staging an escape of my own.”

Edwin then climbed back up his bunk bed. Alfonso stared into the cup. The liquid inside resembled olive oil. He took a whiff of it and recoiled from how spicy it smelled.

“How the fuck am I supposed to drink this? And how will I know when ‘the miracle’ is gonna start?”

“Just trust the process, and leave the rest to God.”

There was silence in the cell again. After a beat, Alfonso asked Edwin another question.

“Hey bro, why are you helping me? You don’t even know me,”

“I want to see this world burn down, but before that happens, I want to have a little fun.”

Alfonso groaned in dismay. Despite Edwin helping him out with the potion, he was still impossible to talk to and understand. Alfonso decided to let it go and just go to bed without further questions.

Once the next morning came around, Alfonso mentally prepared himself to execute the next phase of the plan. Then once the clock hit 12 PM, Alfonso downed the potion Edwin had made for him. The thick liquid was thoroughly laced with spice and made for a hard swallow. Alfonso gagged once he got it all done.

“Fucking awful...”

Alfonso crumpled up the cup and threw it at Edwin as he left the cell. He was then escorted to the same room as the day before, where Jackson was already waiting for him. Alfonso smirked when he saw him. The plan was going perfectly so far.

“Hey Alfonso, good to see you again.”

“Yeah man, good to see you too.”

Jackson stood up to greet Alfonso with a handshake. As the two men sat down at the table, Jackson sniffed the air vigorously. It weirded out Alfonso, but he knew he had to see his plan through to the end.

“Are you wearing cologne?”

“Nah, just showered last night. They got us fresh soap bars,” Alfonso explained. Jackson kept smelling the scent, letting out satisfied exhales every time he got a whiff.

“I’m sorry, you just smell really really good... Um, but anyway, shall we get started? We’ve got this room for an hour.”

Alfonso then began to share the story of what happened the night he jumped his little sister’s ex to Jackson. As he spoke, Alfonso kept finding any excuse possible to touch Jackson. Shuffling his feet and ‘accidentally’ brushing against Jackson’s leg, letting his fingers linger on Jackson’s hand while he handed him his pen, even demonstrating what he did that night with Jackson as a scene partner. Every time he touched Jackson, Alfonso noticed him trying his hardest to hide a smile.

Eventually, after enough physical touch, Jackson was getting restless. He was breaking a sweat, and the way he kept readjusting how he was sitting made it obvious he was getting hard. Alfonso grinned. He had him right where he wanted him. It was time to go all in.

“Hey, Jackson. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“You’ve been actin’ kinda sus today... You into me?” Alfonso smirked.

“What!? No, no of course not-” Jackson’s jaw dropped as he watched Alfonso take his shirt off. Despite his thin frame, Alfonso was pretty muscular with well defined shoulders and biceps. Coupled with his tattoos, Jackson couldn’t help but admire the view.

“You like what you see, Pa? Care to take a closer look?” Alfonso teased. Jackson gulped. A beam of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He wiped his brow then shook his head.

“No, I can’t, I’m married. See?” Jackson held up the hand with his wedding ring, careful to make sure he didn’t look back at Alfonso. Alfonso then reached over, slipped the ring off, and put it on the table. That caused Jackson to look back at him.

“C’mon,” Alfonso lifted his arm behind his head, leaving his pit exposed. “Just a little, promise I won’t tell.”

Alfonso kept his arm up as he watched Jackson eye him up and down like he was a piece of meat. He could see the lust building up in Jackson’s eyes like a pressure cooker. Alfonso did not like men, especially men who cheated on their partners, but he knew he had to suck it up if he was going to get out there.

Finally, Jackson stood up and walked over to Alfonso. He leaned in and took a quick yet deep whiff of his pit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he delighted in a guilty pleasure.

“Holy fuck Papi... I love your musk!” Jackson cried out. He then stuck his face into Alfonso’s armpit.

Musk?

After Jackson said that, Alfonso couldn’t help but tilt his head in to get a whiff of his own pit. He showered that same morning, and just as expected, he smelled clean! Absolutely no musk!

Jackson was rubbing his nose into Alfonso’s pit, causing Alfonso to stumble back slightly as he had to balance himself. He could feel Jackson’s warm, bated breaths as he indulged on whatever it was he was smelling.

“Bro, hey... you good?”

Alfonso asked. Jackson kept sniffing his pit for a while longer. Only then did he raise his head to face Alfonso. That was when Alfonso got a good look at him. Jackson was red in the face after worshipping Alfonso’s armpit. He was also panting and drooling. Jackson had a tired, almost hypnotized look to his eyes that he didn’t have before. And not just that, Alfonso could also see his pupils visibly dilate. Alfonso felt as if Jackson was staring right into his soul with how lustful his gaze had become.

“Please Papi...” Jackson fell to his knees. “I need more... Please! Give me more...!”

Alfonso was shocked to see the once composed lawyer fall to his knees, begging him for his body. Whatever that potion was, its effects were clearly taking hold. After taking a moment to process the situation, Alfonso lifted his other arm.

“Knock yourself out, bro.”

Then, like a starving lion, Jackson pounced onto Alfonso. Alfonso stepped back to the wall behind him. It was the only way he could stay standing while Jackson nuzzled himself into his armpits. Jackson couldn’t get enough of his manly musk. The dank smell of Alfonso’s sweat combined with pheromones made him go crazy! He licked the folds of his pits as he kept sniffing away, tracing the thin lines of pit hair Alfonso had. All while Alfonso stood there, letting Jackson get his fill off his body.

Fuck man... This guy really loves his pits huh... Oh shit!!

Alfonso felt Jackson grab his dick through his shorts and start massaging his member. Jackson knew how to balance a firm grip with a tender touch as he rubbed him down. Alfonso had to suppress a moan as he felt himself start getting hard.

Trust the process... Just trust the process...

Alfonso whispered Edwin’s words to himself. It took real willpower for him not to stop Jackson right there and tell him he’s not gay. Alfonso assured himself that he was undeniably straight, and that he was doing this so he could get out of jail.

While Alfonso was in his thoughts, Jackson had moved on to Alfonso’s arm muscles. Jackson was making out with Jackson’s biceps, licking and sucking while still stroking Alfonso’s growing cock. That brought Alfonso back to the present moment, and he flexed his bicep to help further indulge Jackson. Jackson loved it.

It didn’t take long before both men were stripped naked of their clothes. Jackson moved on to Alfonso’s torso; cupping his firm pecs, sucking on his nipples, licking his abdominals, the works. Jackson was moaning like a madman while Alfonso was struggling to keep his pleasure hidden. His moans came out as groans and grunts instead. The longer they went at it, the harder it was for Alfonso to deny he was having a good time too. He couldn’t deny Jackson knew how to use his tongue incredibly well.

Trust the process... You’re not gay, you’re just doing this to get out of jail... Trust the- OHHHHH FUUUUCK!

Jackson had slipped Alfonso’s dickhead into his mouth while he was in his mind again, catching him off guard. Alfonso couldn’t hold back anymore. He threw his head back in pleasure and moaned as Jackson deep throated him. Alfonso sported a cool 7.5 inches yet Jackson had no problem sucking off his entire member. He was a pro at blowjobs; fondling his balls with his free hand, changing the rhythm and intensity of his sucking, and using his tongue to lick off any precum leaking out of Alfonso’s dickhead.

“Argh... fuckk! You know how to suck good dick bro! Whewww!!”

Alfonso grabbed the back of Jackson’s head and held him in place as he started thrusting into his throat. His cum filled balls dangled back and forth as he face fucked the once professional lawyer. Jackson let out various moans and gargles while Alfonso had his way with him, but never once did he complain. He took it like a champion, practically begging for more. The scent of Alfonso’s body odor, ripe from sex sweat, kept him hungry for more.

Eventually, after some more time spent on head, they took things to the next level. Alfonso nudged Jackson to get up from his knees, and once he did, he jumped onto Alfonso. Alfonso had no problem carrying the grown man. His fully erect cock bumped against Jackson’s ass as he carried him to the table, making his hungry hole pulsate. And Alfonso laid Jackson down on the table, Jackson slipped a finger into his ass to get ready for what was to come. Now it was Alfonso’s turn to service him.

Alfonso used a generous amount of spit to lube up his throbbing cock while Jackson lifted his legs, leaving his light brown hole exposed and ready for action. Alfonso smirked at the sight of Jackson’s hairy ass but with a clean shaven hole. It was as if he knew to tidy up for guests. Alfonso tapped his dick head against Jackson’s hole, making the cock hungry slut whimper with anticipation. Knowing just how badly Jackson wanted his dick only made Alfonso even hornier. He grinned, then slowly but surely slid his dick into Jackson. His cock disappeared into Jackson inch by inch. Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his insides getting filled by the man he craved. Then, once Alfonso’s entire length, he started hitting strokes at a steady pace.

With each hip thrust Alfonso was sliding his long, girthy cock deep inside Jackson’s ass. The sounds of their moans and groans along with Jackson’s ass cheeks getting clapped filled the room. Alfonso’s favorite move was taking his cock out temporarily, only to ram it back into Jackson’s stretched out hole. Jackson could feel his prostate getting fucked everytime Alfonso did it, causing waves of pain and pleasure to reverberate throughout his body. But Jackson wasn’t the only one having a great time, as Alfonso had also grown to love it despite his initial hesitation to just ‘play along.’ In the heat of fucking, he had even forgotten his mantra of ‘trust the process’ and kept going at it because he wanted to! Alfonso loved how soft and tight Jackson’s hole was. It was like his already sensitive cock was getting a warm hug from all angles. He threw his head back as he drilled Jackson like there was no tomorrow. Alfonso hated to admit it, but he was having the time of his life. Jackson’s ass was better than any pussy he had ever fucked before, and he knew it.

Alfonso and Jackson had been going at it in missionary for a while. Condensation had even begun forming on the glass pane of the door. They were fucking like they were angry at each other, but that was just how they liked it. Rough, sweaty, smelly, and raw! While Alfonso had managed to keep it down to quietish groans, Jackson’s moans were only getting louder. Alfonso realized he couldn’t let Jackson make too much noise or else they’d get caught. He hesitated for a moment, in Alfonso’s mind, topping wasn’t gay as what he was about to do. But, out of fear of getting caught red-handed, he had no choice but to go all in.

Alfonso slowed down his fucking pace and leaned into Jackson, planting a firm, wet kiss on his lips. The two men made a loud kissing sound each time their interlocked lips let go of each other, but it was much quieter than Jackson’s moans. Jackson pulled Alfonso closer into him by wrapping his arms around his neck and pulled him in. Their tongues were rolling off of each other as they fought for dominance. A bead of saliva connected their tongues as they separated momentarily, only to go back in for more intense French kissing. Jackson playfully bit onto Alfonso’s lip, causing him to let out a rare moan. Alfonso then leaned into Jackson’s neck and licked him up, down, left, and right. All while still continuing to pump his cock in and out of his tight, silky ass.

“You like how Papi fucks you?” Alfonso whispered into Jackson’s ear with bated breath.

“Si Papi Chulo... Yo soy tu puto sucio... Cogeme bien duro con tu verga gruesa....!”

“Nrgh! Fuckk!!” Alfonso was getting dangerously close to climaxing. He only had seconds before he cummed. But as he tried to pull out, Jackson wrapped his legs around his torso and yanked him into him; making sure he not only couldn’t pull out, but that he was deep inside his guts to unleash his load.

“Lléname con tu lechita!”

“AAARGH FUCKKKKKK!!!”

At the exact moment Alfonso started pumping out his loads deep inside Jackson, the miracle Edwin had promised had taken effect. It all happened within a matter of seconds. Due to how much force Jackson had pulled Alfonso into him, Alfonso nearly fall on top of him. However, because of the potion, instead of falling on top of him, Alfonso fell into him. His torso had phased straight into Jackson’s torso as if the two had merged. Alfonso barely managed to keep his head just above Jackson’s body, saving him from total body merging. However, Alfonso’s body was locked in pure sexual ecstasy as ropes of warm cum came rushing out of his throbbing member, leaving him unable to do anything about the paranormal situation.

Ohhh fuck... What the... Fuck... Someone... Help me...!

“More...! More...!! I want to feel you even deeper!”

Wait, stop-!

It was too late. In too much pleasure to realize what he just did, Jackson yanked Alfonso into him again. That final tug caused Alfonso to completely lose his balance. Alfonso’s head fell into Jackson’s head, lining the two up perfectly as they occupied the same space. Jackson could feel Alfonso’s cock go deeper than what was physically possible into his ass as the rest of Alfonso’s body phased into him. Suddenly, the pleasure of getting cummed in transformed into a strange, visceral sensation of surrendering his whole body to another man. Their bodies and souls aligned, and the last Jackson could remember before his mind went to sleep was the pleasure of his own loads rushing out of his cock. The miracle was done. Alfonso had taken over Jackson’s body.

Alfonso laid ass naked on the table as his mind struggled to process everything he had just experienced. Within seconds, he had gone from one perspective to another. He blinked as he adjusted, but once his mind caught up, his newly possessed body needed to adjust to its new owner.

“......FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Alfonso shrieked out in Jackson’s voice as the pain started. He could feel his very soul start stretching and morphing to accommodate its changed vessel. But possession was a two-way street, his new body also needed to adjust. Alfonso could feel as Jackson’s body began physically changing. His body transformed to take on attributes from Alfonso’s original body by coping the soul. The once tattoo-less, pudgy Jackson had quickly transformed to resemble Alfonso. The body kept Jackson’s likeness, but grew Alfonso’s muscles and tattoos, creating a slightly different man that combined the two men into one.

Once the body takeover and transformation was finally finished, Alfonso took a moment to admire his new body. He was incredibly annoyed that the miracle was something as weird as a complete body takeover, but he quickly realized that stealing his lawyer's identity was a foolproof way of escape. Nobody would ever suspect that he possessed his lawyer's body.

Alfonso realized he was still dripping with sex fluids and cleaned up after himself. He discarded his old clothes into the nearby trash can and put on Jackson's clothes. Just as he was buttoning up the dress shirt, a guard walked into the room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rivera, the hour is up. Is everything alright? I thought I heard screaming, but I wasn't too sure," the guard asked.

"Yeah, bro. Everything's just fine, don't trip. Another guard already took De La Torre back to his celly, I’mma head out soon too." Alfonso responded in a newly deep voice. The guard nodded, then left.

Alfonso grinned. Jackson's gay voice was gone, which Alfonso was glad about. He did not want to hear that voice come out of his own mouth. He also noticed the guard call him Mr. Rivera. That only served as confirmation that nobody would ever catch him in the act. He picked up the file Jackson had brought, then walked out the detention facility with a cool, confident beat to his step. Alfonso even whistled a tune as he drove away from the detention center. That was how relaxed he was. Once he was far away, he ripped off the professional attire and dressed something closer to his original style.

As he drove off, Alfonso noticed a particular smell. He sniffed the air, then lifted his arm and took a whiff. First it was a little sniff, then a deep inhale as he basked in his own musk.

"Ohhh fuck yeahh, that's some good ass shit! Fuck! Now I know what that queer was smelling!" Alfonso smiled as he helped himself to more of his pit scent. But then he realized what he was doing, and quickly lowered his arm back down.

"Fucking shit. That bitch made me gay, huh." Alfonso furrowed his eyebrows as he took a deep breath. "Whatever. At least I already got married with this new identity. Can't wait to tap that sweet, sweet husband ass when I get home!!"

Alfonso let out a fuck boy's chuckle, only to stop when he heard what he said. There were clearly a lot of changes he was going to have to get used to, whether he liked it or not.

...At the end of the next day, Alfonso found himself watching the nighttime news while his new husband cuddled up against him. His husband was sound asleep after Alfonso pounded his ass. His husband was surprised to see the transformed version of Jackson, but was too excited to get topped to question it. He slept peacefully after getting bred, not knowing there was an escaped convict possessing his husband.

"And now, for tonight's main headline, a group of detained men have escaped from San Juan Detention Center and are at large. The leader of the group is a young man by the name of Edwin Casarubios, who allegedly planned and staged the entire escape himself. Among the escaped inmates are the ringleader Edwin Casarubios, Alfonso De La Torre-"

Alfonso switched off the TV once the news reporter called out his original name. He then gently rolled his sleeping husband off of him and jumped out of bed. He then quietly celebrated the absolute success of his escape plan. Sure, taking over Jackson's body was never Plan A, but Alfonso grew fond of his new body and identity rather quickly when he realized just how much of a goldmine it was. He still had his old memories, but he was growing comfortable living as a gay man with his old LA raza blood coursing through his veins.

Once Alfonso finished celebrating his success, the gravity of the situation began to kick in. He might have successfully escaped, but he had become a man on the run. There was no turning back to his old life now. Alfonso needed to figure out his next steps, and his mind quickly came up with a few ideas.

He could run away to Mexico with Jackson's identity, then de-possess him and live out the rest of his life with his family over there. Or, he could just forget about the whole thing and continue living comfortably as Jackson. Or, he could put his newfound lawyer status to work and get some of his homies out of jail too. He'd get his whole family back together again. Or, he could hunt down Edwin and create an underground potion business with him. Edwin had the magical knowledge, and now Alfonso possessed the professionalism and legal knowledge to keep their business going strong. The possibilities were endless!

As Alfonso deliberated his options, he couldn't help but put on the same dress shirt Jackson had on when they first met. The same shirt that made Alfonso hate him was now a key component to his new identity. Feeling slightly nostalgic now, Alfonso poured himself an ice cold Modelo into an expensive wine glass, and celebrated a successful albeit slightly unorthodox jailbreak plan to himself.

#male possession #male body theft #male takeover #male identity theft #magic possession #magic tf #potion #accidental #straight to gay #long fic #unintended consequences tf

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beware-of-pity · 4 months ago

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Just before tonight's episode airs, I wanted to get out of the way some of the little thoughts that still wander my head from last Sunday's one. I know this post will hold little to no meaning or significance after the episode airs, because it could probably completely change the trajectory of where the relationship between Rhaenyra and Jacaerys stands seeing as we already got teased a conversation with these two, but there was something that did bother me about how they choose to portray these two th last episode that I feel the need to talk about it.

I really, really, cannot get down to what they want to do with the dynamic with these two. I really do not understand where Jacaerys and Rhaenyra's relationship is heading as of last Sunday's episode. While it seems like they can have moments where they communicate and understand what they're both feeling and going through, most of the time these two are on screen they do nothing but misunderstand and be angry at each other.

Rhaenyra treats Jacaerys just like how Viserys treated her under Otto's influence, as seen in episode two of the first season. She ignores him, doesn't listen to his suggestions except for when she's on board with them, and shuts him down at every turn- and yet she deliberately tells Mysaria that Jacaerys is rebelling against her, a feeling that showrunners like Sara Hess back up as the truth of the matter.

And all I can do while watching all of this unfold is ask myself if I've either lost the plot of what's in front of me or if I'm just not seeing what the showrunners want me to see. All I've been seeing for the past six episodes is an inactive Rhaenyra being angry at her council for.... something I'm still not exactly sure about. I understand, her, feeling diminished and put down and perhaps still not being taken seriously as a woman in a room full of men but every time there's a council scene and Rhaenyra is in it, I can kind of also understand why she's still not being taken seriously. Every time she recoils with uncertainty because she does not know what to do, how to retaliate, or how to get her faction back on her feet, her mind leads her to what she knows best, participate with Syrax. When she's told that her getting on her dragon and becoming an active participant in the war is a bad idea, she scoffs and becomes annoyed because she doesn't know any better. Rhaenyra doesn't know what to do because with the little education she was given by her father battling a civil war with her half-brother was certainly not on the curriculum. And while I wouldn't blame young Rhaenyra for not knowing better, adult Rhaenyra should have certainly foreseen that her ascension to the throne would have been challenged, challenged enough that a dragon war breaking out would have been on the cards that she would have to, one day, play.

This hesitation is what costed her rook's rest. Had she already started cooping up the men-at-arms of the houses whose support she had on her side, she could have had the means to face Cole with an army. But the writers were literally obsessed with turning Rhaenyra into another version of Viserys, that instead of us getting the Rhaenyra that's grieving and wanting to avenge the death of both Luke and Visenya, we got the Rhaenyra who doesn't even mention the death of her only daughter, the one she was desperately dreaming of, not even once and treats the death of her son as something of a matter of fact, something that happened that we have to get over with, something that the show almost wants us to believe Lucerys either deserved or had it coming for him. Something that will not have anyone mention the faults of Aemond's intention and doing, with him not even once being called or denominated as a Kinslayer, while he actually goes down in history as being the prime epitome of said act.

Jacaerys feels virtually and emotionally alone, there is no other way to put this. His half-sister and cousin, as well as his three little brothers, were sent off for their own good and the only person that he feels comfortable enough to open himself up to is Baela, but even he understands that he cannot put and vent all of his feeling and frustration on her. He knows he cannot burden other people with the things he shouldn't even have to go through. The person he has ever felt closest to, both in age and in as a human being is now gone, and he cannot even let himself properly grieve him because of the war he now has to put himself to the bone for. The person he openly seeks out to consolidate and ground himself is his mother, the only other person who can feel his pain to the fullest and because of everything going on Rhaenyra cannot see what Jacaery wants in her in those times he tries to seek her out. And it's both tragic and makes you want to bash your skull on the nearest wall available at the same time.

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd speculation #hotd spoilers #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #queen rhaenyra #lucerys velaryon #hotd lucerys #hotd rhaenyra #hotd jacaerys #hotd episode 6 #hotd season 2 #hotd s2 #waiting for the next episode to see if i change my mind on this take #quiet honestly at this point i don't even know what direction this show is taking when it comes to these characters

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cupidskissx · 11 months ago

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Thanks for the fics! Are you thinking about writing something Christmassy? If you use this ask for that, I wouldn't care...lol

kisses and happy new year

Hello sweet anon,

Happy belated Christmas to you and those that celebrate!

I started this yesterday with no intention or direction whatsoever. By some Christmas miracle it’s the first thing I’ve “finished” in 6 months. I hope you enjoy ~1k of something for you ❤️🎄

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When Max’s phone vibrated on the glass-top table the last thing he expected to see when he turned it over was a notification from Charles Leclerc.

Merry Christmas 🎅

He stared at the simple message, unsure what to make of it. They hadn’t spoken since before Max missed their padel game — his previous one line apology left unanswered.

Twisting his wrist, he checked the time and did the calculation. He frowned, it would be past midnight in Monaco, he couldn’t reply and wish him a happy Christmas now.

He picked up his phone and excused himself from the conversation. He walked inside while opening Charles’ contact and clicking call. Max didn’t know why he felt so compelled to speak to him, but it was too late now, he was closing the door to the guest bedroom when Charles answered.

“Hey,” a muted rustle followed Charles’ greeting, likely him rolling over in his covers.

“Hey,” Max sat on the end of the bed. “How was your Christmas?” Max asked.

“Nice, how was yours?”

“Yeah, nice,” Max didn’t know what else to say, maybe calling wasn’t the best idea.

“That’s good,” Charles stifled a yawn, then he asked, “How’s Brazil?”

“Hot. How’s Monaco?”

“Chilly.”

“Checks out.”

“When do you get home?” Charles changed the subject, taking Max by surprise that he’d want to bother keeping up their stilted conversation.

“Err, in a couple of days.”

“We should catch up before I head to Maranello.”

“Really, why? Have you missed me?” Max joked.

“A bit. Which is weird.”

Charles was kidding, surely, Max was the one who was left on read, “How much did you have to drink today, mate?” Max laughed, until he registered Charles’ mumbled response.

“Not enough.”

Oh. Max laid back on the bed and stared at the crack running through the plasterboard ceiling.

“I guess I just miss racing,” Charles clarified, now that is something Max can relate to. He supposed he missed Charles too, in the same way he missed Sunday morning briefings. Because setting the strategy meant driving, and driving meant racing and racing had always meant Charles. Except Charles didn’t only mean racing. Not anymore.

“I really am sorry I missed that game.”

“No you’re not,” Charles was the one to laugh that time.

“Okay, not the match so much, but I am sorry that I let you down.”

Charles was quiet for a long moment, “How’s Kelly’s family?”

Max closed his eyes. “Most of them are drunk and diving into the pool, not the best combination.”

“No, not the best.”

“How’s your family? How’s Arthur, I heard he lost his seat?”

Charles rustled on his end of the line again, “Yeah, he’ll be okay, but it’s still shit. We tried not to talk racing at dinner and that helped.”

“And your mum?” Max asked. The vision of Pascale in his mind was still the one he formed at karting tracks when they were young. When Max was shorter than her and she’d bring a pack lunch in a wicker picnic basket, an old thermos full of coffee never far from reach. One miserable afternoon in Italy she’d let Max hold it to warm his hands while they waited for the rain to clear.

“She’s good,” Charles answered, “Having us all home together makes her happy.”

“Because she can keep an eye on all of you at once for a change?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Charles sounded like he was smiling, Max wouldn’t have sounded much different when he replied.

“My mum is the same, she’ll pop her head in to my room at 6am just to watch me sleep.”

“Mum has definitely walked into whichever room I’m in to make sure I haven’t evaporated if I’m quiet for too long.”

“Typical mums,” Max rolled his eyes fondly at the same time Charles said: “I guess we’re the lucky ones.”

“Yeah, we are,” Max agreed because Charles had a way of making him more honest with himself.

“Will you go see Sophie for Christmas?”

“I’m flying up after New Year’s.”

“So you’ll be in Monaco for New Year’s Eve?”

“If everything goes to plan. Will you?”

“Yeah, I don’t leave until the 3rd. You should come over, I’m doing a small get together, nothing crazy.”

“I’ll check and let you know.”

“Good.”

“And if I can’t make it?”

“Then I guess I’ll see you when the season starts.”

Max’s heart performed a peculiar acrobatic act against his ribcage. “You won’t be home in between?”

“Not really.”

“Well I suppose I do owe you a game before you leave, if it can’t be New Year’s.”

Charles all but giggled on his end of the line, “So now you want to play?”

Max opened his mouth, the words: no, I want to see you nearly tumbled out but he caught them before he had to think too hard about what they meant. “I wanna beat you,” he said instead.

“Naturally. We’ll see,” Charles said but Max didn’t appreciate the open-endedness.

“Afraid for a little one-on-one, we both know Tom carried you last time.”

“You talk big game for someone who lost.”

“Guess there’s only one way to—” there was a single knock on the bedroom door before it creaked open, “I better let you go.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, see you soon then.”

“Yeah, book a court and I’ll be there,” Max started to pull his phone away from his ear when he was called back.

“Max?” Charles asked, voice wavering.

“Yeah?” Max’s brow pinched as he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. Not quite ready to sit up.

“Get ready to lose again.”

Max snorted, “Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming.”

“I will,” Charles was smiling again, “Night.”

“Night,” Max ended the call. He settled his smile into something less cheesy and pushed himself up onto his elbows to find himself alone in the room.

#what even is their dynamic here I don’t know you can decide #lestappen fic #lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #mentions of Kelly Piquet #I guess I wasn’t over padel date 2.0 #Writing and Rambles

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byeuijoo · 9 months ago

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always cared 𐀔 byun euijoo

genre : fantasy, angst, a little bit of fluff, love&deepspace au, co-workers au ⋆ warnings : blood, injuries, swearing, death subject, passing out, hospital ⋆ word count : 2,221

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« i can't believe you're that stupid, » with hands dripping with blood and eyes full of worry, euijoo tried as best he could to stop the emoragy of your wound, which was far too important to be ignored, « are you sure you're capable of thinking sometimes? »

rolling your eyes and squinting at the pain, you sighed loudly, glancing at the boy in front of you. « i didn't have a choice ! » you simply defended yourself, far too preoccupied by the amount of blood you'd lost this time to have the faith to argue with the dark-haired man once more.

faced with your unconsciousness, he raised his eyes to yours with a glare filled with accusation. he didn't know what had gone through your mind to want to confront these wild beasts, these wanderers, all by yourself without waiting for him to arrive. even though he knew you were good at your job as a deepspace hunter, he couldn't help but think you were completely stupid to think you could beat them on your own. « you should have waited for me to arrive. » he answered, calmly but firmly, pressing a little more on the wound, noting that despite the pressure of his fingers, the blood wouldn't stop flowing.

« and what was i supposed to do, ej? sit back and watch those wanderers attacks the civilians around and do nothing? » you declared, your voice a little too provocative. despite your desire to remain calm, his somewhat superior behavior was enough to send you over the edge.

« you could have been killed, y/n ! » he shouted suddenly, raising his eyes once and for all to yours, « do you realize that? » — holding his gaze without flinching, despite the unbearable pain in your abdomen, you frowned and shouted back, « since when do you care about me anyway? you barely speak to me except when it's to yell at me ! » with a slight pout in your voice, but a very visible annoyance, you looked away to stare out the window, ignoring the long sigh of exasperation leaving euijoo's lips.

after weeks of being partner and teammate with the best element of the brigade, you, in all honesty, spent very little time in the company of the young boy. who, by the way, never spoke to you in the office but took great pleasure in arguing with you at every possible opportunity. it wasn't as if you hadn't tried to get closer to him so you could be a better team : you've already tried to at least have lunch with him, to get to know him better, to strengthen your complicity, and make your team stronger.. but none of your attempts had worked.

« being your partner is a real pain in the ass. » he declared suddenly, taking off his jacket and placing it against your gushing wound, obviously annoyed at having to take care of you again. you could understand that you weren't the easiest person to work with : often fearless and headlong, you had already been injured many times due to your hasty decisions, even though they were always necessary. after all, sad as it may seem, death doesn't scare you. you have no one waiting for you at home, no one to tell you that they'll miss you if you leave — all you have left is your work and the chance to save people. so if you have to die to save innocent beings, you'll do it without hesitation.

and that's why euijoo's reflection exasperated you so much — he only had to change partners if it bothered him so much to be yours. « fuck you ej. » you shouted, violently pushing his hands away from your wound. the boy looked up at you, cold eyes boring into yours, and just as you were about to make an umpteenth remark, nicholas' voice came from the driver's seat, visibly exasperated. « i beg you both to be quiet while i try to drive fast but carefully, » euijoo looked away from your eyes to observe his best friend with a desolate expression, « because with you two screaming in the back, it's really not easy. » he finally added, hands firmly gripped on the wheel and eyes focused on the road.

« i'm sorry nico, » he apologized to the other boy, and the feeling that his voice was much lower than usual suddenly struck you, « how long until we get to the hospital? »

as he finished his sentence, in a muffled sigh that struggled to reach your ringing ears, the world around you began to spin. their conversation seemed so distant, as if you were miles away from your team-mates, and not actually in the same car — and quickly, panic set in. as if you had imagined their words, everything seemed to blur around you, it was like the world were melting under the all-too-powerful sun. frightened by the fact that you couldn't breathe, your trembling hand found your partner's forearm with difficulty, brushing against his skin with what little strength you had left, his name rolling off your tongue in a barely audible breath.

in a sudden movement that made you turn away, euijoo's panicked face swiveled towards yours, his brown eyes opening like marbles. his hands, covered in your blood, settled on your cheeks, gently shaking your face to bring you back to your senses in a desperate move. you thought you saw him shouting your name — his lips moving in exactly the same way for long, long seconds without you being able to hear a single sound, while his cold, long fingers gripped your skin as if you were going to die at any moment.

and, finally, the last thing you remember is his face so close to yours that his breath brushed your skin, before being greeted by a complete blackness.

you've never given much thought to what life might be like after death. was it like in the legends? good people end up in the clouds of heaven and bad people in the depths of hell? or perhaps we were simply becoming yet another star in the sky? you definitely preferred this hypothesis. what could be better than visiting space and the universe as a pretty star filled with light? maybe it was your destiny after all. that last hasty decision cost you your life.. but wait — why do you suddenly hear such a familiar yet distant voice?

with difficulty, and with all the strength still in your muscles, you manage to open one of your eyes, a blinding light blurring your vision. « she's awake ! » this sentence, tossed from the corner of the room, came from none other than nicholas' mouth. opening your second eye, the light above you was suddenly obscured by a brown head, euijoo's half-smiling, half-worried face entering your field of vision. your gaze shifted from one of his eyes to the other, tilting your head slightly to the side. « am i dead? » you asked, your mouth dry and pasty, cutting a stifled laugh from the boy in front of you. euijoo shook his head negatively, placing his fingers gently against your left cheek. his touch was real : you could feel the softness of his skin and the coolness of his fingers against your cheekbone. « no.. no you're not dead. you're back with us. with me.. » his voice lowered as he said his last words, creating a gentle warmth in your heart.

euijoo smiled slightly, his heart probably lighter now that you had opened your eyes. he struggled to his feet and turned on his heels, warning you both that he was going to fetch a doctor. as the door to your hospital room closed behind his silhouette, you gently straightened up, aided by the kind hand of nicholas who had approached you. « how long was i asleep? » you asked him nonchalantly, unscrewing the bottle of water he was handing you, before taking two or three gulps. not expecting a response more than four or five hours, the water in your mouth was as surprised as you were to hear that you'd been in that bed for nearly four days.

« four days?! » you shouted, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring the napkin in nicholas' hands. the latter rolled his eyes and nodded, crossing his arms against his chest as he suddenly stared at the bedroom door, « and he hasn't left you for a second. »

frowning, you looked away from your water bottle to look back at the door. « mh? » a pensive pout formed on your lips, « he didn't come home to sleep? » you asked, your fingers curling into the edge of the hospital gown you were wearing, trying to ignore the bandage scratching your skin. « nope. he slept next to you every night, on this chair. » looking away from the door in the direction indicated by nicholas' index finger, your pupils settled on a blue wooden chair, which seemed far too uncomfortable to rest on properly. « what an idiot.. » you whispered, when the sound of the door suddenly opening caught your attention, and the following second, euijoo's tired face met your eyes. you felt guilty.

after many long minutes, similar to hours, alone with the doctor who wanted to observe you closely after this mission, all you remembered was that you needed a lot of rest to recover from that wound that could have cost you your life. not being able to do anything was bad enough, but not being able to do anything AND staying in that hospital room was even worse. puffing up your cheeks like a child while crossing your arms against your chest, you turned your head towards the window to ignore the doctor's warnings, the latter sighing in exasperation at your behavior, but making no comment. when the door opened to signal his departure, you glanced around briefly to make sure the room was empty — but you were greeted by another young man.

euijoo approached you, placing a few snacks on your bedside table, before standing by your bed. chewing your lower lip, you looked up at him, opening your mouth, ready to speak — but he was quicker. « i'm sorry, » he started, playing nervously with his long fingers, looking everywhere but at you, « i should never have spoken to you like that. »

with a small smile after his apology, you slipped your hand over his, pulling on two of his fingers to draw his body against yours. resting your chin on his shoulder, your arms now around his waist, you felt euijoo's body tense under the sudden closeness — the truth has to be told, you've never had an altercation like this since you've known each other. « i'm sorry euijoo, » you whispered, hiding your ashamed face in the collar of his jacket, « to have worried you, to have stained your jacket, and to have used your time, once again. i'm so sorry. »

the boy's body finally relaxed, and the next second his arms were around you, giving you his warmth. « i always cared. » he whispered suddenly, your heart missing a beat in your chest after this confession. it was unexpected, but so comforting to hear such words. no one in your life has ever said such things to you — it was a first, and it was the most special first time in the world for you. tightening your arms around him, euijoo tenderly stroked your back with his fingertips, and even if the hug didn't last long, it was just long enough for you to find the comfort you needed to forget the wave of fear that had consumed you that evening. you sure weren't afraid of dying, but you might still want to live for a long time, after all.

euijoo moved the chair closer to your bed, placing himself at your side, his cold hands resting on your mattress, with his delicate pianist fingers innocently brushing yours as you watched him without saying a word. questioning you with his big brown eyes, he ends up asking you, « what? there's something wrong with my face? » — without hesitation, you nodded positively, « you look terrible. »

a crystalline laugh escaped his lips, trying to camouflage the red that painted the tips of his ears at the same time. raising one of your hands, you placed your palm against his cheek, and he didn't wait a second longer to close his eyes and enjoy the gentle warmth of your fingers. « you should sleep. » you suggested, watching him gently rub his cheek against the palm of your hand, like a little cat looking for comforting warmth to feel safe and secure.

and before he knew it, euijoo fell asleep against you, his head resting delicately on your thighs and your fingers swirling in his hair. « thank you for everything, byun euijoo. » you whispered, tracing the contours of his face with a smile, the silence of the room lulled by his peaceful breathing.

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s0ulsniper · 1 year ago

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you scared me, kid

platonic! Johnny x fem!hurt!reader - miguel x fem!hurt!reader

a recreate of a one shot I made like 3 years ago on my Wattpad Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

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the beep of the monitor rang over and over, and although annoying it was the best sound miguel and Johnny could hear.

they sat in the cold medical chairs, lacking sleep and a full stomach.

Miguel's hand gripped at the side of the bed, his head resting against his forearm.

his eyes were practically swelled and his hair messy.

it should not have gotten this far, you almost died.

he could barely look at you hooked up to all the equipment, he was infuriated.

once he knew you were okay he'll be sure to beat the shit out of the cobras for a second time.

he'll do it until he doesn't feel any anger anymore, they hurt the love of his life on purpose.

but most of all, he'd make hawk pay for it.

to say that Johnny felt any different as he lied slouched against the couch, hand laid against y/n's was an understatement.

he knew it was wrong but he wouldn't feel bad if he beat those little brats up, and he sure isn't afraid either.

although miguel and Johnny hadn't been the closest of all hell, y/n and Johnny definitely were.

they had been there before Miguel even was, she had been obsessed with karate and had been following his story since she was a kid.

he would always find himself opening the door when he heard her knocks, the special one she came up with to "disguise him". She had thought of him as an A list celebrity when she was young, oblivious that he was far from that, so she did what any kid would. make a super secret spy knock.

They had only gotten closer, y/n found a safe spot at Johnny's, away from her mother and father.

y/n knew johnny was misunderstood, just like her.

he hated to hear the yelling from the apartment aside his, knowing y/n was experiencing that, and that he couldn't help unless she came.

her parents didn't care about her, not even bothering to feed her, she had to live off scraps and the food johnny tried to make her.

y/n managed to persuade johnny to teach her karate at the age of 6, and had only improved to now, 10 years later.

he had practically adopted her, well he did. The papers were sent in about a week ago, y/n's parents and vanished from thin air. presumably to live a better life then their shitty one, and leaving their daughter behind.

he felt her hand twitch slightly in his hands, waking him from the day dreaming.

he shot up in his seat, looking at y/n, seeing her eyes open slowly.

she looks undoubtedly confused but comes back to the reality of the situation.

she looks around, at Miguel sleeping, then at johnny, trying to get up.

"woah- woah. nope you stay laying down y/n." he pushes, seeing her wince but ultimately lie down.

she tries to speak, but her voice croaks instead.

she rolls her eyes and tries to clear her throat frowning.

johnny can't help but laugh a little, seeing her wit definitely hasn't left.

his eyes water, a thing only y/n has seen.

her frown deepens, but her hand squeezes the infamous pattern she's known for.

"its-... okay, dad." she croaks.

and that makes him lose it, never had she called him that and his heart seems full now.

his sobbing wakes Miguel and his face lights up, seeing y/n awake.

"y/n, oh my god!" he practically yells as he hugs her.

johnny joins the hug, them all crying in their little triangle around y/n.

they sit back down, seeing y/n smile.

"definitely gonna kill those bastards." she grits. " what kinda sissy pulls a gun? Shows I was definitely beating their asses."

johnny laughs.

"you scared me, kid."

"I mean who wouldn't be scared of me?" she jokes. "besides, I learned from the best."

Miguel kisses her temple, glad to have her back.

johnny saw himself in y/n and knew he wouldn't ever let her down.

TAGS 🏷️:

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #x reader #cobra kai x you #miguel x reader #johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #platonic

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newtabfics · 1 year ago

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To Tame A King. Rauru x Fem!Reader NSFT Fic

Summary: In which Y/N, queen of Hyrule, goes to retrieve her beloved king from his hunt in The Grove of Spirits as a storm looms over the plateau. Here guards have reported strange noises during the king's private hunts. What really happens when the queen goes in?

Triggers: It's snoo-snoo. Snoo-snoo happens when she goes in, guys. Badoinking. the horizontal tango. The frick-frack. Taking a trip to pound town. Fucking a baby into her--Okay I'm done😂

Word count: <1500

Thank you to every one of you that has joined me on this little journey. It really has kept me going and to know that people actually like my writing is bonkers to me. So, thank you, for everything.

Enjoy, you filthy animals <3

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Her eyes glanced to the outside world, catching the oncoming storm. With a sigh, she stood and began to make her way through the palace. She didn't bother to check the throne room for him, only peeking her head in the study to see little Zelda and Mineru.

"There's a storm coming in. I'm going to go get him," She said simply, making Mineru frown as the young Hylian blinked. "Please make sure she stays safe?"

"I will. Are you sure though?" Mineru asked worriedly.

"I'm sure. Oh, don't worry, Zelda. Rauru…well…" She looked to Mineru. "How would you put it?"

Mineru smiled, looking at Zelda. "He's much more Zonai than I am. As a result, he does have more animal instincts than I do. He needs to go out and let them wild for a while so he can recenter his mind. The Grove of Spirits is perfect for that. Most people won't think to be near it, especially with how intense the storms can get out there."

"Fascinating. Could I–"

"No," Mineru said as Y/N said, "Absolutely not."

Y/N smiled sweetly. "It's not that he would harm you on purpose, but it's risky if he's too deep in his state."

"Which is why it's best for Y/N to go. She's skilled in managing it, but also, their bond allows for him to find her scent and follow it back to sanity," Mineru clarified.

"I see. In that case, please be careful. The storms are still rather intense, even in my era."

She smiled at that. "I will be. You know I've got the power," she joked before nodding. "I'll be back by morning."

No one ever knew how the Queen of Hyrule did it. How she managed to tame such a wild king. It was luck, she said. He would say it was fate.

She made her way to the grove, nodding to the guards and constructs along the way. The guards at the gateway straightened upon seeing her. "Your Highness," They greeted.

"At ease. Has he been in here then?" she asked, staring into the trees.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the one on her left said. "We've been hearing strange howls from within. Should we–"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, it's alright. It's all part of the process," she assured them. Hylians barely understood the Zonai people, regarding them all as gods. She was once among them, she admitted to herself. Though she had learned they were beasts in mortal form quickly.

"The storm is coming in soon. You two should go ahead and take shelter in the guardhouse."

"Your Highness?" the one on her right asked, earning a sweet smile from the queen before she went into the woods. "Should we really leave her alone?" He asked his comrade worriedly.

"Have faith in our queen," He chuckled, leading him to the guard house. "She wouldn't have said it if she didn't have full confidence in her own safety."

Y/N smiled at their fading voices as she made her way into the woods. Once she was deep enough, she sat on a fallen tree and simply waited. She let the breeze of the humid air grace over her as she breathed in deeply the trees and rain that began to pitter down.

She was a sight to behold, as Rauru often told her. Queen Y/N looked at ease among the trees, finding herself breathing in the cooling air and letting the breeze brush aside her hair as the rain dampened her white dress.

Once, Y/N had joked to him that she looked like a virgin sacrifice sent to appease the gods. Rauru had looked to her that time with a feral grin and said, "You certainly weren't by the time I was done with you."

She scolded him for the crude jokes, but it felt correct all the same.

Here she was like a maiden being sent to the beast. Only she was always a willing sacrifice to tame him.

"I know you're there," she sang almost tauntingly into the trees.

She could sense the eyes on her. She could practically feel the heat of his gaze as he watched from the trees, taking in her scent behind her. She knew she was downwind.

"You know, I am nearing my own cycle. It'd be a shame if someone were to plunge his heir into my womb." This earned a snarling growl as she stood, adjusting her dress. "Though, only those worthy enough could do that."

With that taunt, she bolted through the trees. Her heart hammered excitedly as she heard him moving quickly behind her, catching up fast. She knew escape was never an option, especially when he was like this.

It was why she giggled when he suddenly pinned her to the ground. She didn't mind the dirt scratching against the side of her face as her husband rutted against her rear before shoving up her dress. He kept her in place, holding her down with his foot as he readjusted his face behind her.

A long lick up her folds made her moan lowly, biting her lip as the tongue worked her up even more than she already was. The rain began to come down hard as if attempting to cool their heated skin as he began to eat her out.

Y/N let out soft moans and mewls, only adjusting so her chest wasn't uncomfortably twisted under him as he kept her in place. A snarl ripped from him upon her movement but she paid it no mind. He could snarl threats all he wanted, she was his and she was uncomfortable.

She almost taunted him for his snarl when he moved away from her, making her whine before she felt the tip slide against her. There was only a brief pause before it slammed into her desperately.

"Yes!" She moaned loudly, arching up as he adjusted, his hands on her hips as he began to thrust rapidly.

Y/N couldn't help the yelp of a moan when he pumped into her. She adjusted her legs, spreading herself over his thighs and biting her lip as his cock buried into her. His knot was so swollen from his neediness as it pressed against her puffy lips.

She moved so her back was against his chest, looking down to watch his balls stretch up to slap her clit as the Zonai continued to pump into her. Her hand reached back and tangled into his hair and she tugged as she moaned her pleasure, letting him ravish her body as he quickly yanked down the front of her dress.

The whole thing was bunched around her waistline as he cupped her breasts now, gripping and tugging at them like an animal trying to pluck fruit from a tree. She remarked once on how aggressive he was with them, to which he promised to massage them to make her milk pour out for him to taste.

She remembered how he latched on when their child wasn't already attached to her breast. How he drank deeply and made her moan loudly, as though she were feeding him instead! Though it didn't change how good his mouth made her feel.

"Rauru," She moaned, letting her head fall against his shoulder. She whimpered and reached down with her freehand, rubbing at her clit as the dirt beneath her knees soaked with both rain and her juices as he pumped rapidly into her.

It was as she clenched down on him, teetering near the edge, that Rauru's head began to clear. He smirked and reached up, gripping her throat now as he kissed at the shell of her ear. "My queen," He moaned before slamming hard into her.

Y/N let out a cry of pleasure as he pushed her over the edge, her juices slicking him almost entirely as he gripped her shoulder and shoved her down.

With a snarl, Rauru began to rut into her, looking down to watch her soaking his cock still and taking almost every inch.

Finally, he slammed into her, shoving his swollen knot in. He moaned as she took him easily, rolling his hips as his seed began to spill into her.

Y/N whined and moaned lewdly before she rocked back, impaling herself against him and milking him for every drop. A smile graced her lips as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"C'mon, my king. I know you can do more than just that."

Rauru grunted and hummed before gripping at her hair, tugging it roughly. "You sure you want that? Might have to make a second child in you then."

"You might," She hummed happily, rocking her hips before jolting when a rather loud crack of thunder echoed around them. "We should dip into that nearby cave once your knot reduces."

#rauru x fem!reader #rauru totk smut #rauru totk fic #queen y/n #totk smut fic #rauru totk #totk rauru #zonai x hylian #wild rauru #500 follower special

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kissorkill16 · 24 days ago

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If Bubba Had Lived In WWWOH: AHNF

By JJ

Summary: The title says it all.

A month went by since Nicky's disappearance, and Bubba was starting to lose her mind.

Every other day, she'd storm to the police department, yelling at the police for not doing their jobs and taking so long to find her grandson.

Officer Leslie always managed to throw her out and tell her that they were working on it.

But the elderly lady didn't believe that.

After the second week, she printed out thousands of dollars worth of missing posters and stuck them up on every place she could around Raven Brooks.

And every other day, they always seemed to disappear or get torn down for some reason.

It made her eyes come to tears and it made her scream out loud.

She didn't think she'd ever see him again.

...But then a miracle came.

The elderly lady was just finishing up with the dishes, then she heard a knock at the door. She set down the towel she held in her hands and went to see who it was.

She was greeted with a young girl with a purple cardigan, pink skirt, black tights, and blue shoes.

"Excuse me, ma'am.", she said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but are you this...Bubba?"

Bubba furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "Yes.", she said, "Who are you, young lady? It's almost midnight, shouldn't you be at home?"

"Yes, ma'am. But I came here because I noticed that your grandson has been missing for a while, and I managed to get his kidnapper arrested.", said the young girl. Before she could continue, Bubba placed a hand on her shoulder. "Kidnapper?"

That's when the elderly lady looked behind her to the police cars, kids on the sidewalk, and police officers laying on the street in pain. She looked back at the children sitting on the sidewalk.

One particular child she recognized just by looking at him...

Nicky.

He looked terrible. He was all scratched up, his clothes were dirty, and he wore a filthy potato sack over his head with a stitched smile and red button eyes.

She ran past the little girl and ran over to her grandson, grasping his shoulders.

"Nicholas, I finally found you!", she said, "What happened to you? Who did this to you? Why are -..."

She looked behind her to see someone in one of the police cars.

Mr. Peterson.

The demon man.

Bubba once again saw red. She slid her hands off of Nicky's shoulders and stood up to walk over to the car.

Without another thought, she pulled open the door of the car, pulled Mr. Peterson out, threw him on the ground, and attacked him.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!", she yelled, "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WAS YOU, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A HUMAN! YOU KIDNAPPED MY GRANDSON! YOU JUST MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR PATHETIC LIFE!"

"GET OFF ME, YOU MANIAC!", yelled Mr. Peterson.

The two were full out brawling, swinging at each other and nearly getting one another in a chokehold before they were kicked off from each other. Police officers quickly got up despite the pain they were in to try and pry them away from each other.

As everyone was going home, Bubba took Nicky by the hand and pulled him in the house, slamming the door on the way in.

Then Nicky wrapped his arms tightly around his grandmother, and began crying into her dress.

"I'm so sorry, Bubba!", he cried, "I was so scared in there! There was a demon who kept forcing me to play with it, and that madman told me he wanted to make me look insane so no one would look for me!", he calmed down a little, wiping his eyes and pulling away from her as he continued. "I kept crying out for someone to help me, even you. But I knew you wouldn't come for me after what I said, and - and -"

Bubba bent down and pulled her grandson into her embrace, burying his face in her shoulder. "Nicholas, I have been worried sick during the month you were missing, and I couldn't eat or sleep for days! I kept snapping at the police to find you, I put up missing posters all around town. Don't you dare think that I wouldn't come to your rescue if I knew that the demon man did this to you."

Nicky stilled in his place, and he slowly pulled the bag off his head, showing his bloodshot red eyes and dirty, scratched up face.

His shiny jade eyes have mysteriously turned into a dark brown.

"You did all of that for me?", he asked.

"Yes, Nicholas.", said his grandmother. She bent down lower until she was on her knees. "I missed you so much while I was in the home, and I would've given my soul to the devil himself if it meant I could see you again."

She took her hands and held them in hers.

"I'm sorry I called you a cursed child. I'm sorry I blamed you for the little girl's death. I never should have made you feel like any of the bad things that happen in this God forsaken town is your fault.", she said, her voice starting to break as her eyes filled with tears. "I only wanted to protect you, and I did so in my own horrible way. You were happy when you came to this town, and I only made your life worse with my insane beliefs and behavior. Will you ever forgive me, little wolf?"

Nicky's eyes filled with tears, and he wrapped his arms around Bubba once again. "I missed hearing you call me that.", he said.

Bubba smiled and picked up the boy and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed."

She took him upstairs and to the bathroom, and immediately patched up the scratches on his body, and Nicky tried to keep still as she pressed the tiny towels of disinfectant on his body. The elderly lady then put a couple of eye drops in his eyes to lessen the red strains.

She let Nicky go to his room to change into his pajamas. When he finished, she tucked him into bed and didn't leave until he was fast asleep.

As she left Nicholas to sleep, she made a mental note to have a little talk with Jay and Luanne.

Next part:

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #bubba fein #trinity bales #nicky roth #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #hurt/comfort #when we were once happy

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angelsanarchy · 1 year ago

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Night Cap - Jack Thurlow x MaleY/N

@icarus-star m/m ❤

TW: Explicit Content~Handjobs, Cum Eating 18+

Y/n was lost in his own thoughts, nursing his third drink and really questioning why he even bothered coming out tonight. He jumped dramatically when the stool next to him screech as it suddenly became occupied by a long haired man with blue eyes.

"You look like you're having a blast." He deadpanned.

"I wasn't aware I was giving off an inviting look." Jack nodded his head back like he understood to leave him alone but guilt washed over Y/n's face.

"I'm sorry. I just..I'm not having a great night. It's not your fault." The guy pivoted and sat back down in his chair, extending his hand.

"Jack." He introduced himself and Y/n gave him the fake name he typically gave to random guys. Jack eyeballed him as if he didn't believe the name but smiled anyway.

"It's nice to meet you. Why are you having a bad night?" Jack threw back his shot and turned his full attention towards Y/n.

"I'm just over this scene. This town is far too dull to be young and gay in. I'm tired of striking out and getting manhandled just to never get a call back." Jack nodded like he understood but how could he? He was a good looking guy in a bar who could have anyone.

"Don't they have apps for that?" He inquired earning an eye roll.

"Please, those are even worse than trying to experience real connection in person. It's easier to just get black out drunk and catch a ride home to jerk off." Jack ordered two more shots.

"I mean that usually works for me." Jack slid one of his shots towards Y/n and nodded towards it.

"If you think I'm going to suck you off in the bathroom for listening to my problems, you're sorely mistaken." Jack chuckled as he took the shot without a second thought.

"I promise I'm not trying to get you drunk or get blown in the bathroom." Y/n eyeballed Jack up and down and looked behind him. He hadn't noticed him when he came in despite being a stand out attraction.

"What are you doing in a gay bar? I've never seen you here before." He watched Jack carefully. He didn't have a wedding ring and he wasn't acting like touching the bar top was going to make him catch gay cooties like a lot of the straights that walk in here.

"My best friend and her girlfriend are celebrating a year together." Jack pointed them out and they were sitting together, wrapped up in each others arms sweetly.

"Ah so you're the designated straight friend?" Y/n was prying but he didn't care.

"No I'm just the pathetically single third wheel friend." Jack was too aloof.

"You're curving that question pretty professionally." Jack cut his eyes at him.

"You pick up quickly." Y/n wanted to continue to pry but he figured he didn't want to lose the opportunity to have a decent conversation with a hot guy so he changed the subject.

Y/n learned that Jack was originally from the town over but he's only visiting until he can move all of his stuff from California. He learned that he was engaged once, had a twin and that both his parents were killed in an accident. They had talked almost until the bar was ready to close and when Shanda came to retrieve him, Jack told her that he would be fine to get home.

Jack knew he couldn't drive and he was hoping that Y/n wouldn't either but he followed him towards his car as he jingled keys in his hand.

"You aren't going to try are you?" Jack asked watching him lean against the car.

"Oh no I'm probably just going to sleep it off in my car. I know the owner and he's cool with it. Do you need me to call you a ride?" Y/n asked.

"Nah I called a cab. Said they would be here in 15 minutes. Do you mind keeping me company?" Jack asked hopeful. Y/n smiled and gestured for him to get into the passenger seat and Jack obliged.

Jack settled into the seat looking over as he turned the car on so the heat would warm them up.

"I had a good time talking to you tonight. I hope I helped make your night a little better and it wasn't a total bust." Jack watched him smile.

"No it was a lot of fun. Thank you for keeping me company. I didn't get the bust I wanted but I'm also not leaving with a shit night either." Y/n wanted to kiss him so badly. He wanted to jump his bones but he would totally settle for a makeout. He didn't even care if Jack was into guys. His lips were so inviting and Y/n wanted to wrap his hand in those curls so badly.

Fuck it. He shot towards Jack to smash his lips into his own and Jack made a noise, startled and slightly in pain from hitting his teeth. Jack licked his lips watching him shift in his seat. Jack leaned away and brought his hand to his lips. Y/n instantly felt mortified.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry Jack-"

Jack reached towards him, reaching out to grip the back of his neck so that he could carefully and much more slowly bring Y/n towards his mouth. The kiss was softer, the slight taste of blood from the forceful kiss was on his tongue as it ran across his own and Y/n tried to hold in a moan. He was shaking and he knew Jack could feel how desperately he wanted more but Jack continued to kiss and suck his lips, his tongue, even his chin at some point before pulling back just enough to make eye contact.

"I know I said I wasn't going to get you black out drunk and get a blow job but-" Y/n reached for Jack's belt without a second thought and Jack stopped him.

"No no, I want to get my hands on you. Would you be okay with that?" Jack asked permission and Y/n was in shock. He was ready to throw everything he said earlier out the window and blow Jack's brain stupid but Jack wanted to touch him.

"We don't have to if you're-"

"No I just, I'm not usually the one who gets propositioned." Y/n chuckled nervously and Jack smiled.

"You're right, this town fucking sucks. Clearly everyone needs their eyes checked." Jack stroked the side of Y/n's face, running his finger under his lip. Y/n didn't know what to say. He just nodded his head and Jack returned the nod before resuming their kissing. Y/n let Jack's hands fumbled with the button on his jeans, cupping the bulge carefully, teasing his fingertips over the wet spot at the tip. Y/n let his hips jump towards his touch and could feel the smile against his lips. He pulled away from his mouth and spit in his hand which seemed far hotter than Y/n could have imagined but he didn't have time to get stuck on that because Jack's hand found his cock and he threw his head back.

"AH! Oh fuck." Y/n slammed his head against the head rest knowing that he hadn't felt someone touch him like this in a long time.

"You weren't kidding. What are these people doing to you beautiful boy?" Jack stroked Y/n's hair back while he free his cock so he could stroke its entire length. He held him with such pressure that Y/n knew that this wasn't going to last long.

"How does that feel? Does it feel as good as you look?" Jack's voice sounded like silk against his ear, licking his earlobe and focusing on the tip long enough for Y/n to moan.

"I-it feels so fucking good. Please don't stop, Jack." Y/n begged. He wanted to touch Jack, wanted to feel his cock too but he couldn't think. He could barely remember to breathe as Jack jerked his cock painfully slow, moving to suck little kisses on his neck just below his ear.

"You're so beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are?" Jack pulled back to stare at Y/n's face but he kept his eyes shut tight. Jack picked up the pace of his hand and watched Y/n's jaw slag as he gripped the handle of the door.

"I'm going to cum. I'm sorry I'm-"

"Don't you dare apologize. I want you to cum. Will you please cum for me like a good boy?" Jack increased his sped once again and Y/n felt like he was seconds away from imploding.

"I want you to open your eyes when you cum. I want to see you looking at me, knowing I made you cum." Jack edged but Y/n knew if he opened his eyes, there was a huge chance he would cum in such an embarrassing fashion, he would melt into the seat with his cum and shame.

"I can't...I.." Before Jack could even argue, Y/n felt lips wrap around the tip of his cock and he was cumming hard into his mouth. His moans were so loud they reverberated off the roof of the car and he could feel them in the door as he bucked his hips just slightly as Jack sucked the cum down his throat, not wasting a single drop. When he pulled away, Y/n almost crumpled in on himself like his soul was just evacuated from his body and Jack wiped the little bit of cum from his bottom lip into his mouth.

Y/n watched Jack smile at him, pushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead and resting a hand on his cheek.

"I hope you got the bust you wanted." Jack smirked just as the cab rolled into the lot honking at them. Y/n was still trying to catch his breath but Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He put a card on the dashboard and licked his lips.

"It's an old business card but my personal number is on the back. I'd love to get together again." Jack leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before exiting the car and heading towards the cab. Y/n sat in shock, dick spent in his lap, heat blowing and the car stuck to his dashboard. When he was finally able to put himself back together, he peeled the card up and read the name on it.

"Jack Thurlow." He read the name outloud and tried not to think about how utterly fucked he was in every sense of the word.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #jack x male reader #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #funsies for Artie #m/m #mlm

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Terminally-ill Genius Dark Knight - 149

149 - Mask [3]

A little later, inside the carriage heading back to the Academy.

You can hear a bunch of people bickering noisily.

"So, noble sir, your goal is to wipe out all the demons on the continent? You knew something was going to happen at the Avilat gambling house too?"

"Right."

Paracelsus tried to brush off my immediate response, but perhaps harbored some doubt, he asked again.

"And you dragged us along for that?"

"Naturally"

I answered Paracelsus' question confidently. As if it was absurd, he let out a laugh, albeit dejectedly.

He glared at me.

"You're completely crazy, aren't you?"

"Are you looking to get punished for insulting a noble? Either way, didn't you not fight directly anyway ?"

"In Eldain, everyone’s equal, you crazy noble. No matter how strong you are, do you think we could handle an upper-class demon with our current ability?"

Unexpectedly even if he had to put aside being brought along, he focused more on different matters, in other words, whether my comrades could actually win

Paracelsus. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s got a surprisingly kind side.

Sure, he was a pain in the neck when I was playing the game, but he had his reasons, and once he joined the team, his crazy performance turned the public’s opinion around.

In various ways, there's no doubt when it comes to performance

But my attitude never changes.

I crossed my arms and retorted as if it was natural.

"You and I are different. I survived that water prison because I’m not as weak as you. Besides, I succeeded, didn’t I?"

I strangely poked at him.

I get that he tried his best, but if someone annoys me, I have to snap back to feel satisfied. That’s one of the (admittedly sad) perks of being a ruffian, so I intend to make full use of it.

Either way, even If I do a good deed, I still get criticized.

So why should I bother doing good at all?

That doubt suddenly surged up

"Sigh..."

"Young master... You’ve always been like that, but it's too dangerous. Even from a distance, it was clear that was an upper-class demon at a glance. I actually think Mr. Paracelsus's words have a point this time."

Zitri said.

Of course, they don’t know the demon I fought was one of the 72 Demons.

In the first place, the alchemy caused mana to go on a rampage, and other than me, who has an innate mana sensitivity, there was no one else who could properly sense it from a distance.

Leon, he was focused on controlling the undead, so he would have difficulty noticing it.

In a way, it’s a relief.

"It’s all in the past now. Nothing will change by dwelling on it."

"But sir, you should be careful who you fight. Otherwise, won’t your girlfriend, or should I say, girlfriends ? Anyway, they would be sad, wouldn't they ?"

"Commoner, do I really need to draw my sword here?"

"Try it if you can, noble sir. If you think you can beat me in your battered state."

"Please don't fight like that. We’re comrades who’ve been through life and death together after all."

Leon stepped in to stop us. His figure is like a pacifist. Anyway, Paracelsus…

As expected, this guy isn't compatible with me.

Thanks to him bringing up girls topic, the atmosphere is getting cold.

At worst, I might get the way of my last moment from Talia,

From Zitri, a bomb of nagging and reports to the family,

and a disdainful look from Eleanor.

If it reaches Princess Penelope’s ears?

No need for more explanation from there, it would be the worst scenario.

Paracelsus almost gave them a suitable topic for that motive.

There's no reason for me to not be angry.

After a moment.

Leon looked at me and hesitated, then spoke up as if it was dubious.

"By the way, who was that woman fighting with you? I caught a glimpse of her before Mr. Nox cut down the demon. She wielded a sword that shimmered like moonlight. She seemed at least on par with Dean Noah."

"I don't know either"

I lied confidently.

[The trait 'Genius of Acting' assists the player’s acting.]

At any rate, the only one who could see through this lie is Eleanor.

But she and I are in relations where we keep a lot of things from each other.

Besides, with the recent beast materials case, she’s trying to stay on my good side. She probably wouldn’t rashly accuse me of lying.

So I could be even more confident.

"I am still concerned about how Professor Aleph mentioned that she was dangerous existence... But I am not sure why, I think we're going to get involved frequently"

Talia shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as if feeling a chill. It was an instinctive reaction as a knight.

"By the way, Zitri, are you feeling better now?"

I turned my head to Zitri and asked. Zitri.

It is because she was the most shaken up during this journey.

Especially during the underground auction.

Even though Zitri lost her family's name and noble status, she still comes from a once-prosperous family,

The Rovelia family.

As someone raised as the precious daughter of a noble house, a shady place like a slave market must’ve been a huge psychological burden for her.

The other units at least trained to become knights or mages, so they’re somewhat used to this kind of thing, but Zitri isn’t.

'I'll have to take good care of her when we get back. She’ll probably be emotionally fragile for a while.'

I thought lightly about it, then looked out the carriage window, resting my chin on my hand.

Then, trying to sound as nonchalant and ruffian-like as possible, I said,

"Don’t worry about it. Just forget it."

"Thank you, Young master."

Zitri blushed a little. Talia, who had been watching closely, had a strange look on her face, making assumptions that reason to the bad direction.

I quickly shifted my gaze away from her to the front.

"I am sorry for breaking the mood, but I’ve got one more question."

It was at that moment.

Suddenly, Paracelsus, getting serious, spoke up to me.

"That water prison, you said? How exactly did you get out of that place? I saw you break the water prison with a sword, so don’t even think about dodging the question."

‘Damn it.’

As expected of Paracelsus

Even from a distance, it seems he has seen me use the [Moonlight Sword].

To make things worse, Paracelsus casually added the following words.

"At the very least, that wasn’t Dark family swordsmanship. What was that? That sword that shattered like moonlight.."

"It looked like the one that woman who killed the demon was using."

Leon added.

After a brief moment of silence.

I came up with an answer to deceive my comrades.

Though it weighed on my conscience a little. I had no other choice.

"Well, as you said, it’s not a Dark family swordsmanship. It’s not something taught by my family either, You can say it's another Swordsman's style. Well, to be precise, Leon. it's just something I copied after seeing sword of the woman you mentioned"

"You copied her sword...?"

Talia was surprised, but Paracelsus seemed even more surprised.

You could tell by the way his pupil, visible through his monocle, rapidly dilated.

"A different swordsman’s style... But why? You shouldn't have a reason to learn such things. The Black Sword has already reached the pinnacle of all swordsmanship, hasn’t it?"

"I’ve heard the same. The ‘Supreme Black Sword’ is said to be the strongest sword..."

Talia perked up her ears and agreed with Paracelsus.

As a swordsman, they must be deeply interested in swordsmanship

“I made up my mind not to learn a half-baked swordsmanship. You know, only one person inherits all the Reinhaver family’s techniques, and that’s the direct successor who will become the head of the family. Only one.”

The atmosphere grew solemn for a moment.

I continued calmly.

"Though the sword of Dark family is impressive, I thought that I wouldn't achieve what I wanted with this sword. So I simply started learning a different sword."

"...Such circumstance is..."

As expected, a model of knight...

Talia mumbled, on the verge of tears.

But wasn’t there some truth in what I said?

Though it’s true that recently Theo has given me an unusual amount of interest and support.

The rumor that he wants me to take the position of the next head of the family has spread so widely in the mansion that no one doubts it.

'Of course, I’m strongly refusing it.'

Besides, I needed to become an unrestrained, true knight, not a half-baked one.

If I didn't master proper footwork and swordsmanship and carve my name into the highest ranks.

The peak of the 72 demons.

Defeating Baal is impossible.

Knowing this, I planned to learn the [Moonlight Sword] from the beginning.

From the moment I decided to join Lunatic—or rather, even before that, I aimed for this.

I planned to learn sword from her, the three forms of the latter half, moving forward, and even mastering the tenth form that I haven’t seen yet.

That’s why I studied southern swordsmanship in Chaders and came here to Avilat to obtain the ancient dragon language scroll.

To surpass my limits and elevate the character of Nox von Reinhaver to the pinnacle, this process was necessary.

"Anyway, I have no intention of relying solely on Dark Family’s swordsmanship. They’re limited. A sword that I can't master until the end. That’s not the level I’m aiming for."

I said arrogantly.

While Leon rubbed his chin for a moment, he responded

“Garen..... I’ve heard that the authority of the eldest son of Reinhaver is strong, and I suppose that's why.”

I nodded at his words and crossed my arms lightly.

“Yeah. I believe he’ll become the head of the family. The elders' council and others all support him. In that situation, I thought it was better to build my influence steadily rather than engage in a bloody battle."

I paused briefly before continuing.

"And this is the result. A new sword. Of course, I don’t know the final form of this one either, so in the end, I’ll have to learn another sword, but it was suitable for overcoming the situation at the time. That’s why I used it. That’s all."

"I will ask one more thing, Sir. Are you really not related to that woman? No matter how you look at it, that sword was too sharp and shocking. I’ve never heard of such a sword. And you learned it just by seeing it once? That’s difficult even for me."

"I can do what you can’t. There's no need to explain everything from your standard"

“Why do you want to defeat the demon?”

Leon asked, but I ignored him this time too, and said,

"I don’t have any reason to talk about my personal matters."

Quickly drawing a line, I made him step back.

There was no need to talk about the Moonlight Sword and the demon here.

As the world continues to build up and the story progresses, it will all become clear.

Everyone will know soon enough.

I won’t cause any more butterfly effects by revealing it to them now.

I only have a small hope that each of them find me annoying and grow faster.

While I was lost in thought, Paracelsus clicked his tongue and leaned back.

The guy lacing his fingers behind his neck and said.

“Haa, so many secrets. As expected from someone from Dark family.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

I also crossed my arms and looked out of the rattling carriage.

The desolate land was visible through the window.

As I stared at it for a while, one thought crossed my mind.

Not anything else but the professor I met a little while ago.

‘Professor Aleph... Our encounter happened sooner than I expected. I must eliminate him as quickly as possible. Before the situation becomes more dangerous.’

My eyes calmed down.

I might have to deal with him a little earlier than expected.

Perhaps the timing of episode 3 might get pushed forward.

While thought that, I forcefully closed my eyes despite not feeling sleepy.

Although I knew Zitri's persistent stare was still on my skin, I managed to endure it.

I felt thinking about the upcoming events made my head ache already.

#terminally-ill #terminally-ill-genius-dark-knight

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twisted-fics-in-wonderland · 2 years ago

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Nightmare Comfort Scarabia

Prompt: Y/N had a nightmare and asks comfort

Characters: Kalim, Jamil

✨🌸Fluff🌸✨

I wrote this on my Obey me Blog and people liked it so I'mma feed my fellow TWST Simps one dorm at a time ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Y/N is going to be gender neutral to the best of my abilities. They/Them Pronouns, and I’m going to try and avoid gendered descriptors <3

TW/CW: Not describing what was in the nightmare but if that ambiguity bothers you and makes your mind spiral please don’t read and have a wonderful night,

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Y/N jolted upright, holding their chest as it felt as if their heart would run away. They tried to calm their breathing and their thoughts, unable to shake the horrors their subconscious cruelly subjected them to. They took some deep breaths and manage to calm themself enough to look at the time. They squinted as the cheap phone Crowley gave them lights up and the numbers display on the screen. It was late.

They wondered if it may be too late to ask for comfort from someone. Of course they could just pet Grim but they didn't feel like dealing with the feline whining and complaining in that moment. So taking another deep breath both to sooth their shaky hands and for some courage, they opened their contacts to make a phone call.

Kalim

Y/N had no issue calling Kalim, he was always willing to help a friend in need. They patiently waited for Kalim to answer, knowing that they'd soon receive the comfort they sought.

"Y/N.." the young man whined at his magicless friend, "I'm tired..."

"I know.. I'm sorry for waking you up," they sighed softly, "I had a nightmare and I was hoping that you'd stay on the phone with me for a while?"

"A bad dream? Y/N why didn't you say so? I should come over there," he mused, excited to comfort them in their time of need but disregarding the fact that they had only suggested comfort over the phone

"You don't need to, I don't want to worry Jamil and-" Kalim shushed them by loudly and confidently talking.

"Jamil will be okay! I'll be over in no time," his cheerful voice made it hard to tell him no before he hung up.

They sighed softly, smiling a bit to themself and heading down to the front door and waiting patiently for the knock at the door. When Kalim knocked on the door Y/N swings the door open and pounced on their friend. They hugged him tightly and Kalim hugged back just as tightly. They let go eventually, taking his hand and leading him into the dorm and out of the cold.

"Y/N! I was already looking to invite you to have a sleep over with me but this works too!" he knew this wasn't a sleep over but he was going to treat it like one.

Kalim took his coat off to reveal his expensive silk pajamas. He also carried a bag with him. It looked to be full of snacks and drinks, along with some movies and a laptop to watch them on. "Wow, he really came prepared," Y/N giggled to themself.

"I thought we could put on a movie to make you feel better," he smiled sweetly at them. He was just happy to help.

"Thank you Kalim," they smiled back, hugging him once again, "lets get back to bed."

"Yeah! I brought a variety of stuff so you could pick something you liked!" he excitedly told them while heading to their room.

The rest of the night went nicely. Kalim put on the movie, it was enjoyable with all of the snacks and drinks he brought. Though neither of them lasted long before falling back asleep in each other's company.

Jamil

Y/N fought with themself internally about calling Jamil as he already had more than just a full plate with taking care of Kalim. They were sure he wouldn't exactly appreciate them making more work for him. They hesitantly, and with a deep breath, called the poor overworked man. They traced the quilted design on their thin blanket to sooth themself as they waited.

"Hello?" a tired, exasperated voice came through the phone's speaker.

"Hey," they spoke awkwardly

"Do you need something? Make it quick, I just got Kalim to go to sleep," Jamil sighed out in a harsh tone.

They froze for a moment at the sudden passive aggression Oh no they're traumatized.. Same /j, which normally wouldn't bother them as that was just how Jamil was(sarcastic, dry, blunt, etc) when he didn't feel like acting overly nice, but they felt more sensitive than normal this night. When they began to stammer out a response it came out quiet in almost a whisper.

"I had a nightmare and I was just.." they let out a soft yet frustrated sigh, "sorry. I shouldn't have called," the hung up and flopped onto their back.

Y/N sniffled softly after a while, the anger subsiding and the thought of the dream returning to them. As fast as the memories were creeping back, they were pulled back to reality just as fast by their phone ringing. They hesitated to pick it up as they saw Jamil's name, they of course answered.

"Hello...?" they spoke shakily.

"Are you okay?" Jamil huffed from the other end.

"Jamil..." they sighed and placed their palm on their forehead, "don't worry about it."

"Well, it must have been bad if you called me."

"And you made it clear you were too busy to help me so don't worry about it," they surprised themself with how abrasive of a tone they had taken.

"I'm sorry," he sucked up his pride for the time being, but it was clear it was still hard for him to say, "just tell me what I can do."

"Stay on the phone with me at least until I fall back asleep?"

"That's all?" he asked, mildly surprised they didn't need more than that.

"Yeah.. I just don't want to be alone after... all of that,"

"You don't have to think about it anymore," he sighed, switching to facetime swiftly,

The pair sat awkwardly for a while, before getting comfortable in their beds.

"So, does this happen often?" Jamil tried to ease the tension.

"More often than I want them too," they snort

"You're not going to give me a clear answer are you?" he chuckled, a small smile forming.

"Nope, goodnight, Jamil," they nuzzled into their covers.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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blackhill2245 · 4 months ago

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"I love you, and."

Warnings | mommy issues, abandonment issues.

Note | Has anyone ever listened to please be rude by Gigi Perez? That's what I listen to whilst making this 10/10

I walk into Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, a bundle of nerves.

I was the new resident cardiac surgeon, but I was also only 24.

I know it's very young, but I had spent my whole life studying to become the best surgeon I could be, not by my choosing, though. When I was younger, I wanted to be a firefighter. In fact, I still did, but it's too late for that now. My father is one of the most well-known plastic surgeons, and once I was born, he was determined to make me exactly like him but better, so he pushed me to my limits, and instead of having sleepovers, or going to the movies with friends, I spent my childhood at home being taught by highly respectable tutors, by 14 I graduated high-school then 18 I entered my intern years. Now, at 24, I was one of the youngest residents in the world.

After a minute, I realized I was standing in the middle of the hallways like an idiot, I quickly snap out of it and head to the nurses desk.

"Hello?" My voice was small and hesitant as I looked over the counter to see the nurse, who was busy typing away. "Um- I have a meeting with cheif bailey, I was just wondering if you could give me directions?"

I fiddle with my fingers as she looks up, eyeing me she handed me a map and went back to whatever she was doing. "Thank you," I squeak, all but running away, God she was scary.

After getting lost 3 times and realizing the map was upside down, I finally make it to her office.

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After a meeting that lasted two hours and a bunch of paperwork, I was finally given my badge and pager, I was also introduced to a couple of people, one of which I already hated, Owen Hunt.

He hadn't done anything bad but I just got really bad vibes from him.

Currently, I was sitting under a gurney. Why? you may ask, well, it's simple, really, it was dark, cold and cramped, a perfect spot for me to eat my lunch and I wouldn't be bothered.

Well, that's what I hoped for anyway, but it's a hospital, the most peace you will get is in the time it takes for you to get out of your car in the morning and making your way to the building.

As I was minding my own business munching on my cafeteria pizza, a head pops under the gurney, she was pretty I had to admit, but it didn't stop me from being annoyed at being interrupted.

The strange woman plopped on the floor, sitting criss cross she had to bend down further to be able to see me.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of bemusement as she scanned me from head to toe.

"I'm eating my lunch" I thought it was obvious why else would I be laying in a weird position under a gurney with pizza and choclate milk?

"Clearly," she rolled her eyes, "but why here?" She tilts her head, her blue eyes crinkled as she smiles at me.

I eye her for a moment before I let my own smile appear, there's something about this woman that makes me think we're gonna be best friends.

"It's comfy and quiet," I say, my mouth full of pizza. She grimances as she gives me a faux stern look, "chew with your mouth closed".

I laugh the pizza in my mouth, almost flying out as I rush to cover it with my hand, I quickly swallow the remainder of my food, "what's your name?" I realized I hadn't gotten it yet.

"Amelia Sheperd, head of neuro, you?" I place the empty paper plate down and take a sip of my chocolate milk before responding with my name and position, as I expected I see her suprised expression, "your a bit young, no?" I sigh I hated that question.

"I'm 24, skipped a couple of grades," her expression was one of the funiest things ever. Her eyes were wide, and she was clearly trying to hide it, and it was just too funny.

"Your practicly a fetus!" Scratch that, her response was funnier.

Although I didn't know it just yet, this interaction was one of many that led to our strong friendship.

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Three weeks later, me and Amelia were practically inseparable, we were always having movie night, or helping each other with hard cases.

Currently I was slumped over in a gurney, no energy to hide beneath it.

"Whats up, buttercup!?" I groan, "shhh. " I hush amelia. She was a little too loud for me, right now.

"Whats wrong?" This time she was more quiet and a little more concerned, "I couldn't sleep last night my neighbors were fighting and chose to be as loud as possible" I sigh scrubbing my face tiredly.

Instead of responding, Amelia just grabbed my hand, dragging me somewhere, I wasn't all that botherd, this was a regular occurrence being dragged by her. I just got used to it.

"I want you to meet someone," she leads me outside to a cute little coffee cart, she shoved me over, telling me to order something so I don't fall asleep.

"As long as you're buying," I giggle, buying myself coffee. She rolls her eyes fondly, whipping out some cash to pay before dragging me away, almost making me spill my coffee.

"Hey!" I whine as I nearly burnt myself. "OH hush," she finally stops dragging me.

As I look up about to argue that I would I fact not hush, I spot a lady beside her.

I get shy, I mean wow, she's so pretty... and her hair is so red. I blush bright red hiding behind Amelia, who only chuckles.

"I'm not that scary, am I?"

I peep around tentatively, before amealia steps to the side.

I glare at her before I hear a chuckle, turning to the new lady she introduces herself "I'm addison montgomery" she holds out her hand, I introduce myself a lot less confident than her, but only smiles fondly pulling me into a hug.

I squeak, not expecting it, Amelia laughs as addison lets me go. I don't go far, sticking by her side, I blame the clingyness to her amazing smelling perfume, not the fact she made me all warm and fuzzy just from a look.

"You must be the baby resident Amelia has been telling me so much about" she has a little smirk as I glare at Amelia, yet again.

"Well, it's not my fault yous are all fossils!" Addison laughs in amusement as me and Amelia bicker between each other.

"Amelia, I love you, and you're acting like a child." her tone is full of amusement, but I was more focused on the wording.

For some reason, it stuck with me, I always hated hearing 'I love you, but' to me, it's like saying I loved you, or your annoying so I don't fully love you. I don't know how to describe it, but hearing that made me feel weird, but a good weird?

Over the next couple days, I kept hearing the fraise between amelia and addison, like when Addison stole Amelia's charts so she would take a nap she said, "I love you, and you need a nap" or when Amelia stole addisons coffee and said "I love you and drink some water, please?"

Every time i heard it, it rooted itself further into my brain, to the point of starting to say it as well. The first time I said it, I said it to amelia, and she was irritating me.

I was very overstimulated, a big rush of patients came in, and I was swamped. There were so many noises, crying, screaming, shouting, etc. I finally got a second to myself before amelia came over to talk to me. She was rambling loudly next to me when I cut In.

"Amelia, please, I love you, and I'm very overstimulated right now," and although I didn't see it, amelia had the happiest look on her face as she realized what I said.

From then on out, I said it to her, and she said it to me, all the while me and addison got closer.

Addison was like the mother I never had, she made me take naps so I wouldn't get cranky, and If I couldn't sleep she would sit in the room on her phone because she knew it helped me sleep if someone was in the room with me. She forced me to eat breakfast because she knew if I didn't, I would get snappy despite how I never ate breakfasts.

The only bad thing about me and addisons' new friendship is that I became very attached to her. If I didn't see her every 48 hours, I got all mopy and sad, but amelia found it endearing that her two best friends were getting along.

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It has been a full 2 months since I started in the hospital, and honestly? I couldn't be happier, my father had stopped contacting me, which was great, because I hated him.

Me and Amelia's friendship only got stronger, and addison well let's just say I nearly called her mom on one or two occasions which was very embarrasing, thankfully I don't think she realized what was said.

Currently, I was staying with addison and Amelia as my landlord increased the rent to 7000 a month, and there's no way in hell I would be paying that.

I was grateful to have the day off. By the time i woke up, amelia and addison were long gone, and I was feeling miserable.

I felt weak like I couldn't stand up. My stomach was in knots nausea rolling around every time I tried to move, head thumping with one of the worst headaches ever.

Not to my own suprise. I stayed in that bed for hours, not getting up for anything. To be honest, I don't think I could get up even if i tried.

I didn't realize how long passed. It wasn't until I heard keys rattling in the door that I made an effort to get up

That failed. I could barely sit up, I just didn't want amelia or addison seeing me like this.

"Hon?!" I heard addison call out, normally if I was home when they got home I would be waiting at the door to give them hugs.

"Addie!?" I call, because as much as I didn't want them seeing me like this I really needed the toilet and could not stand on my own.

Amelia was the first to enter her face, immediately creasing with concern.

"Oh," she said sympathetically, and addison had to shove her out of the way to get into the room. "Oh baby," she cooed, I could probably imagine how badly I looked, I was sweaty hair sticking to my forehead, I was pale and shaky.

Addison rushed over to feel my head, "You have a fever hun" I Humm nuzzling into her heavenly cold hands, and she chuckles, telling Amelia to grab some medicine and water.

Next thing you know, I've chugged half a bottle of water and had so many pills shoveled down my throat. I'm not even sure what they are.

Addison left to grab some things from the store, so it was only me and Amelia, "Melia?" I mumbled.

"Yes?" She sat up to look at me. "I need to pee," she huffed before helping me to the bathroom, practicly carrying me. Thankfully, she turned around and once finished helping me to my bed.

"I love you, and you're really sweaty," she huffed, I giggled, "I love you too," I see her roll over in the bed to face me and I roll over to face her to.

"You know you're like my weird little niece," I laugh. "What?" She reaches her hand over to swipe my hair out of my face, "yea, I mean, you're not my child. Your addisons and addison is my sister, so..." I smile and decide to just hug her instead of answering, "then your my crazy aunt"

That night, I fell asleep cuddled up to my 'aunt'.

Over the next few days, I slowly improved. I still don't have my strength, but my apatite has come back, and the fever has gone down.

Right now, Amelia is at work, and its Addisons turn to stay with me.

"Addy?" I whine, she was sitting on the chair opposite my bed, reading with her little glasses, god she looked like a librarian.

"Yes?" She looked up, pushing her glasses up. Instead of answering verbally, I made grabby hands, "words honey, " she reminded me, I just whine "too far away." I grumble but smile as she makes her way over to me.

I cuddle my face into her lap, one of her hands holding her book as the other scratches my head, she starts to read aloud.

After a while, I start to fall asleep the sound of her soothing voice, the smell of her perfume, and the gentle scratches lulling me into a sense of calmness.

During our time together, I started seeing addison as my actual mom, I've never had one before, and my birth mom abandoned me, and well, my dad never really dated again, so addison was filling that void. She comforts me when I'm sad and holds me when I'm tired. She's seeks me out and hugs me when she's down, and I make sure she's not too stressed with work. She defends me from mean patients, and if she ever hears of someone bad mouthing me, well let's just say they never do it again.

Thinking about all this made me realize how much I appreciate her and Amelia, so I turn, now laying on my back so I can look up at her.

She stops reading, putting g her book down she carresses my face softly with a questioning look.

"I love you," I say quietly, I see her smile, eyes softening even more, "I love you too." her voice is soft as she holds me like I will break at any moment.

"No, you don't understand," I say, slightly frustrated, "I love you, I love you and Amelia, your family to me."

"Your family to me too," she says, tilting her head in a confused manner, "no, your like a mom to me," I admit, "and Amelia's the weird aunty"

I see addisons eyes tear up and internally panick thinking amelia was wrong and addison doesent think of me like that.

"OH hun," she whispers gathering me in her arms so I was cradled to my chest, "your like the daughter I always wanted" Instantly I start to cry, hearing the woman I thought of as a mom call me her daughter, just healed a part of me I didn't know I had.

Just then, amelia walks in all happy until she sees us both crying, "What happened!?" She asks, panicked, climbing onto the bed beside us, "You're the crazy aunt, " addison chuckles wetly, tears still falling as she holds me tight, amelia smiles brightly, "you both had the talk?" She whispers to addison, although I still heard, I'm assuming addison talked to amelia about all this, and amelia encouraged her to talk to me.

Amelia doesn't need the answer as I grab her and pull her into our hug, we are a family, a pretty weird and dysfunctional one, but oh well.

If you told me a couple of months ago, I would have found two people who made me feel more at home than anybody has ever done, I would laugh straight in your face... yet here we are, and I couldn't be happier.

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