#came in at 17 and they were like oh well better eat up the same shit as before u absolut shit

[foreverrelapsingana]

Thinking about when I was in primary school and thought to myself that the only thing I could become was a sumo fighter bc I already had the body

[widowsistersandfriends]

Giggly Quizzes

Request: hello! I’m currently in my exam finals and I’m really stressed about it. So I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is florence pugh’s younger sister (like age 17 aprox) and she notices that the reader is way to stressed about her final exams so she distracts reader with their studying giving them tons of tickles to relax them. Reading your fics really have been a distraction during this stressful weeks!

Note: Thank you so much for this awesome request!! I had so much fun writing this one, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to get it out earlier. I hope you did well on your finals and I hope you enjoy this fic!

Summary: Florence is your older sister and she helps you study and relax for your finals by tickling you for every question you get wrong. (ler!florence x lee!reader)

Word Count: 1641

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You were currently studying for finals, also known as the most stressful week of the year. You were holed up in your room once again, hunkered down over your books. The sun had started to set, so you turned on your room light and lamp to help you see better. 

Just then, you heard your sister calling you down for dinner. You hastily closed your books and went downstairs. Tonight you were having your favorite meal: chicken tenders and mashed potatoes. You eyed the food eagerly, scooping some broccoli onto your plate.

“How has studying been?” Florence asked, pouring you a glass of juice. 

“I’m really stressed if I’m being honest,” you admitted, eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

“I understand. Studying is hard, but you’re doing an amazing job,” Florence reassured you. 

“I just wish I could somehow be more efficient in my studying. I always feel like I’m reading the same word over and over again,” you said, taking a bite of a chicken tender.

“Maybe I could help you?” Florence offered.

“Oh I don’t know, I don’t want to stress you out too,” you said solemnly. 

“But I’ll be more stressed if you continue to stress and not let me help with the stress,” Florence said, now making you giggle from her ridiculous statement. 

“I guess you already helped by making me laugh,” you commented.

“Is that what I need to do? Make you laugh so you won’t stress as much?” Florence asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You can try,” you said, challenging her.

After dinner, Florence came upstairs with you to help you study. 

“How about I quiz you on some flashcards or vocabulary or stuff like that?” Florence suggested.

“That’s a good idea. I’ll be able to see what I know and what I need to work on,” you agreed.

Florence started quizzing you on vocab and other facts for your Anatomy and Physiology finals. You found yourself getting frustrated, as the facts and definitions seemed to blur and confused you even more.

“Ughhh, I am never gonna get the hang of this,” you complained, putting your face into your hands.

Florence came over and patted your back comfortingly, knowing that you just needed to vent.

“It’s ridiculous that they make us memorize all these facts when we have access to the internet which can tell us in less than a second,” you stated with a huff, throwing your flashcards onto the table. 

“Here, why don’t we take a break and come back to this later. You need to take some time and rest those eyes. Let the material sink in,” Florence said.

“Alright,” you agreed, flopping onto your bed.

“Want a massage?” Florence asked. You nodded.

Florence began to massage your lower back and shoulders, as you tried to relax under her touch. She began to massage the muscles just next to your spine, which happened to be really tender. You jerked when she used her thumbs to massage that area.

“Oh I’m so sorry Y/N! I’ll be gentle,” Florence said. 

“Is this okay?” Florence asked after a bit.

“Hmm, you could be better,” you joked, and Florence knew you were beginning to relax into your goofy self again.

“What was that?” Florence asked, giving your sides a squeeze.

Ah! Florence nohohoho don’t do that!” You giggled out, unable to escape, as your sister was on top of you.

“Don’t do what? This?” Florence asked, as she gave your sides another squeeze, making you jump and yelp. You were glad that she couldn’t see your growing smile, as you were still face down.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?” Florence asked, now poking your ribs.

“Ihihihm nohohot!” You declared, bringing your arms down to wrap over your torso.

“17 years and I just found out now?!? How dare you hide this from me!” Florence playfully scolded, as she reached under your shirt to spider over your sides.

“STAHAHAP,” you belly laughed, twisting and turning as much as you could.

“What? You said I could be better, right? What’s better than making you laugh and relax?” Florence teased, now moving her hands up to tickle your armpits. You let out a squeal, clamping your arms down and wheezing with laughter.

“You’re ticklish here too?” Florence said with a laugh, continuing her attack for a bit before giving you a break. 

“You’re so mean,” you said, turning to glare at her.

“Hey, it’s your fault for being ticklish,” Florence said with a shrug.

Before you could retort, you felt ten nails wiggling over the back of your thighs and knees.

You gasped and bucked against her, kicking around as you were once again broken down into hysterical giggles. 

“FLOREHEHENCE THIHIHIS IHIHSN’T FUHUHUNNY,” you shouted, reaching around to smack her to get her to stop. However, this left your armpits open, which Florence made sure to make you pay for.

You yelped and convulsed, shouting at her to stop. Florence obliged, laughing at your state of panic. 

“Here, I’ll give you a break and go back to massaging you,” Florence said, but instead of resuming on your back, she moved down towards your feet.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked fearfully.

“Helping you relax,” Florence said with an evil grin.

She began to lightly massage your feet, as you fought to not giggle.

“Is this relaxing?” Florence asked, as you shook your head while giggling. 

“Yohohou knohohow ihihit’s nohohohot,” you giggled, trying to kick her. 

“Actually, you just gave me a new idea,” Florence said, now going to your desk to pick up your stack of flashcards.

“I’m going to quiz you on these, and if you get it correct, I’ll put it in this pile. If you get it wrong, I’ll put it in another pile,” Florence explained, as you nodded.

“But, in addition, if you get it wrong, you will get tickled for 15 seconds,” Florence said, smirking at your wide eyes.

“That’s not fair!” You shouted.

“Do you want to ace your finals or not?” Florence said, giving you a look of warning. You huffed in annoyance, knowing that you were trapped. 

You were face up now, and Florence asked you the first question.

“What is the name of the test for your foot reflex, and what is the difference between infants and adults with this test?” 

“The Babinski reflex, and for adults the toes should curl while infants their toes fan out,” you stated confidently.

“That’s correct,” Florence said, putting it in the first pile.

You yelped, as you felt Florence run a nail down your foot. 

“Just testing to see if it works,” Florence said with a grin, as you rolled your eyes.

“What is corpus albicans?” Florence asked.

You thought for a bit, knowing it was on the tip of your tongue.

“Ugh, I just can’t think of it,” you said sadly.

“It’s the scarring that happens when the corpus luteum sheds every month. This is why women have a harder time getting pregnant when they are older. The scarring makes it harder,” Florence explained, as you nodded and made a mental note in your head. 

“You know what that means,” Florence said, wiggling her nails over your feet.

“HAHAHAHAAHA STAHAHAAHAP PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, unable to kick as she sat on your shins. You continued to laugh and scream for the next 15 seconds until she finally stopped.

“Next question. What does ACL stand for and where is it located?” Your sister asked.

“Anterior cruciate ligament. It’s located in the knee,” you responded.

“Good job,” Florence said, patting you.

“Which muscle has more slow twitch muscle fibers, the soleus or gastrocnemius?” 

You debated for a bit, before choosing gastrocnemius.

“Get ready to get tickled,” Florence said.

“Which spot shall I pick?” Florence asked.

She eyed you for a bit before sticking her finger in your belly button, as you screamed and tried to push her away.

“Shouldn’t have gotten it wrong!” Florence teased. After she tormented your belly button, she explained the answer.

“The soleus has more slow twitch fibers because those muscles are used for endurance. For example, when you are standing for long periods of time, you are using your soleus muscle much more than the gastrocnemius. The gastrocnemius is used for when you sprint or run quickly for a short amount of time,” Florence said.

She quizzed you a bit more, finding more tickle spots on you as she went along. However, the tickling helped you remember the answers better.

“You know what? Now that you’ve mastered all of your cards, I think you deserve a reward,” Florence said.

“Really?” You said excitedly. 

“A full body wrecking,” Florence said, knowing that you had gotten some wrong on purpose just to get tickled.

“What!?! No!” You shouted, as Florence pinned your arms above your head and began scribbling over your stomach.

“FLOHOHO STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, sucking your stomach in to avoid her hands.

She made sure to lean down and give you several raspberries to get you screaming with laughter. 

Her fingers ventured onto your sides, ribs, and armpits once again, before spidering around your neck and chin, making you snort and giggle hysterically. She then reached down to squeeze your hips and thighs, making you squeal with glee. She flipped you over once more and began to spider over your back, making you shriek and pound the bed desperately. 

“OHOHOKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE IHIIVE HAD ENOHOUGH,” you screamed, as she finally let you up.

“That was awful,” you said breathlessly.

“Don’t lie, you loved it,” Florence said, poking you in the ribs.

“Ow!” You yelped. 

It was safe to say that you aced your anatomy and physiology finals that week thanks to the immense amount of tickling you faced from your sister. However, you held off on telling your sister because you knew your reward would be another wrecking ;)

[lovelykil]

headcanons─

: ➛ main 4 x reader

hc; random

cw; none

note; silly little headcanons for the silly 4

There's absolutely no denying that killua teases you because of your height. I see it so vividly..

he's only literally a FEW inches taller than you and he makes it such a big deal, always measuring his height with yours with his hand and smirking when you groan and fold your arms.

When you guys met during the hunter exam you were a little taller than him, and sometimes would tease him about it when you guys became closer.

Same with Gon he would always pout and make a fuss whenever you teased him about it.

That was when you guys were 12.

5 years later.. you have to look up to them to talk.

"Y/n remember when you used to be a pain in the ass when it came to our height? Well, look who's little now?" The ex-assassin shoved his hands into his pockets after moving his hand to measure the height difference.

His smirk was indeed full of play and tease. You crossed your arms as a big tic mark appeared on your head.

"I call bullshit!"

kurapika is literally mamapika

kurapika cooks.. to an extent but with the help of leorio, they make a great team in the kitchen.

The hunters live in a house somewhere in York city, signed under leorios name

Cause that man makes hella BANKK

Kurapika still does his missions, the 2 boys like to venture and go outside, and leorio is a doctor so most of the time they are all out doing whatever. They come home exhausteddd.

Leorio cooks up the best shit ever somehow and yall eat that shit upp.

oh did I mention you live there too? I'd assume you'd knew but

Killua just lovess sneaking into your room to annoy you, most times he does this because he is bored and Gon is asleep.

So he's in your room at night most of the time.

You guys watch movies, shows, animes you get it

but there's times where.. he gets lonely and wants to be with you.

As you two are watching a show he secretly sneaks a glance at you and smiles softly then returns to the screen.

He's NOT slick as he thinks he is😒

You know most of the time why he comes into your room, he doesn't just wanna 'hang out' no.

You still love the quality time though.

When you guys finally grow tired you turn off the TV and get comfortable in your bed as he walks towards the door about to leave, but he stops.

"..y/n.."

"hm?"

"can I.. uhm.. sleep-"

"you do this every night kil, just come here." He blushes hard, walking his flustered ass self right to your bed. You lift the blanket with a teasing smile.

He rolls his eyes, filling in the space between you and him.

"Just know I'm not sleeping here because I miss you." He grumbles in a whisper, facing you. You begin to roll your eyes, putting your hand on his face.

"Yeah okay, night jerk."

"I'm serious!" o (≧Д≦) o

Gon likes to sleep all over the place ..☹️

If you're sleeping with him just get ready to get kicked in the face.

LMAO

He also talks in his sleep 🧍🏾‍♀️?

"w..wait.. don't take my.. hotdog.. hotdog man..." the ravenette murmurs in his sleep, his brows furrowing. Your eyes open and look to your side to see him grow frustrated in his sleep. You shrug it off and close your eyes again, leaning in to cuddle with him.

As soon as you touch his arm he screams making you jolt back and scream yourself.

"DONT TAKE MY HOTDOG !!!"

"GON WHAT THE HELL"

I love to think killua has a mullet when he's like 17 or 18 idk but he definitely has GOT a mullet

SHUT UP I SEE IT I SEE IT I SEEEE ITTTTT

have you seen those fanarts with him and a mullet? It just makes sense and ohhmylord🤭

You like to play with his hair as he just let's you after many attempts on swatting you away.

"You better not mess up my hair."

"I'm just braiding it 😒"

Killua is a cat and Gon is a dog

Kurapika once grew out his hair, he looked more like a women and guys were cat calling him more in the streets 😔

So that's why you were helping him cut his hair. He randomly asked for your help as you were playing UNO with gon and killua.

"HUHHH? GON ARE YOU CHEATING?"

"NO now draw four" (´ 3｀)

"I am NOT grabbing 4 cards, you CHEATED."

"Killua just grab the 4 cards so I can go."

"NO I DONT WAN-"

The door opened slowly to reveal an annoyed kurapika with scissors in his hands.

"Y/n can you cut my hair, thank you." He placed the scissors on the ground then walked out of the room to go to the bathroom, all quietly and bothered.

You looked at him walking away then looked at the 2 teens.

"Uhhh, I'll be back?" You placed your cards down. Gon and Kil watched you disappear out of the room then quickly take a sneak peak at your cards.

"SHE HAD A REVRESE?"

[rorywritesjunk]

The stroke of your fingers The scent of your lingers

You meet Alvida and get a bit of a crush, and Buggy is a rather supportive boyfriend with that. Rating: NC-17, MDNI. Warning: Everyone's consenting. Threesome, toys, face sitting, eating out, aftercare, communication. Buggy gets a little whiny at one point but it's fine. A/N: Been sitting on this for a while and decided to post if I got to 250 followers, which I did today! And that was so exciting! Am I good at writing porn, i don't even know but Alvida in the Live Action can step on me and I'd apologize to her for it. It's definitely written with OPLA Alvida and Buggy in mind, fyi. Title comes from "Powerful" by Major Lazer

You always knew you weren’t completely straight. You’d see a pretty woman and you’d swoon, but you did the same when you saw a pretty man as well, and when you met Buggy you thought you were done for. He was the one you’d be with forever, the one you’d think about in bed, kiss whenever you felt like it, the type of things you’d expect in a relationship. And honestly, it worked like that for a few years and you were happy. He made you happy, you made him happy, and life was perfect for the most part.

Until he disappeared for a few weeks and returned to the ship with another woman.

And it wasn’t so much that he was gone and then returned with her, introducing the two of you like you’d be the bestest of friends, but it was more the fact that when you laid eyes on her you had to look away because oh damn you found her to be gorgeous. 

You had heard of Captain Alvida of the Alvida Pirates, knew she didn’t put up with bullshit, which made you wonder why she and Buggy suddenly had an alliance. Buggy was full of bullshit most of the time, which did drive you crazy, but why was Alvida agreeing to work with him? And you didn’t miss the way she sometimes looked at you, eyes looking you up and down with the tiniest smirk as she would be discussing plans with your boyfriend. 

It was… well, you weren’t sure what to think because you were now starting to second guess everything. You started to find reasons to find her, to be in the room with them when they were talking. There was a time in the kitchen when you were getting a drink and she happened to come in. She moved past you, hand grazing over your ass, and you nearly dropped the bottle you were holding. That had to have been an accident, right, but you swore she winked at you before leaving the room again, leaving you there with your mouth hanging open. 

And it didn’t get any better when you were in bed with Buggy a few nights later, him in between your legs, feasting on your pussy, that when you came it was not his name you cried out but hers. You immediately covered your mouth and looked at him in horror, hoping he didn’t hear, but your boyfriend wasn’t stupid. He sat up, wiping his mouth as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Somethin’ you need to tell me, babe?” He asked. You tried to play it cool but you couldn’t, instead crumbling right there as you started crying. That was not the reaction he expected. “H-Hey, come on, it’s fine!”

“N-No it’s not, Buggy!” You wailed. “I shouldn’t be thinking of her when I’m with you!”

“Babe, babe, calm down.” He stroked your inner thigh gently, hoping to soothe you, and you sniffled loudly as you looked up at him. “It’s fine because she already told me she’d steal you away the first chance she gets.”

You frowned as the words sank in, then fresh tears started coming. “And you’d let her?!”

“What?! No!” Buggy swore. This wasn’t how he wanted this to go. “Fuck, just calm down and let me explain!”

“Explain what?!”

“Alvida wants to fuck you, babe!” Buggy huffed. “Made it clear to me when she met you and she’s been trying to rile you up for the last week!” 

“...what.” Your eyes widened and you stared up at your boyfriend. You didn’t know how to respond to that since, honestly, you really really wanted the other pirate captain to fuck you, and you had thought about it since she came aboard, but you loved Buggy and wouldn’t dream of doing something like that to him. It was just a fantasy, right, never going to happen, ever. 

But you were starting to realize you should never say never.

“And if you want to, I’m okay with it.” He said, hand moving from your thigh to your knee, rubbing slow, gentle circles as he tried to get you to relax. “Honestly, I’d love to watch when it happens, because I know how to make you scream, but she doesn’t, y’know.”

Your head was spinning, trying to wrap the idea around your head. Alvida wanted to fuck you, Buggy was completely fine with it, and you didn’t realize you were nodding in agreement with him until he gave your ass a slap and started laughing.

“I knew you’d be down for it, babe!” He grinned down at you as his hand went between your legs, rubbing your clit slowly and causing your eyes to flutter shut as you moaned for him. “We’ll talk to her tomorrow, okay? ‘Cause I wanna finish what we started tonight.” 

“O-Okay.” You managed to stutter out as he began to finger you. Though you wondered if you could wait until tomorrow.

~

Breakfast was… not awkward but bordering on the line of awkward. Buggy was already on his second coffee while Alvida joined him at the table. You were cooking up eggs, bacon, and some potatoes for them, trying not to look at Alvida because it was hard not to keep replaying the conversation with Buggy from the night before. You hoped he’d wait until you all ate before you started talking, but with Buggy, he couldn’t read minds, he didn’t know you wanted to wait, so when Alvida poured herself some coffee and stirred in some sugar, he opened his mouth.

“Hey, she’s on board with you fuckin’ her.” He said nonchalantly as he sipped his coffee. To her credit, Alvida just nodded while you looked at your boyfriend, absolutely horrified that he said it so casually. “How about tonight?”

“I’m game if she is.” Alvida replied as she looked over at you and winked. You swallowed heavily and nodded, resisting the urge to swat Buggy with your spatula. This was not something to talk about over breakfast so casually, at least not to you. Your face burned as you plated the food, bringing them their food first before you made yourself a cup of tea and sat down with your own plate between the two. Alvida turned in her chair to look at you. “I’ll only do it if you’re really okay with it.”

Buggy almost opened his mouth to answer for you but Alvida shot him a look that said shut it before she looked back at you. You took a sip of your tea and nodded, not sure if you could even talk, but you tried. “Yea, fine. I… I’m fine with it. Um, nervous, but… fine with it, really.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Alvida smirked as she started on her breakfast. Your hand shook as you lowered your cup to the table and you looked at Buggy. He looked pleased with himself and Alvida reached up to caress your cheek. “I’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry.”

~

“Clown, keep talking and you’re banned from the room.” Alvida warned for what seemed like the millionth time since she got you on your back, naked with your legs spread and your ankles on her shoulders. You weren’t even paying attention to Buggy, already feeling fucked out by her strap-on, the pink cock shiny with lube and your cum. 

“I’m just saying-”

“Shut it.” Alvida snapped as she pushed the toy back into you. You let out a whine as she bottomed out, eyes shut tight as she caressed the back of your knee lovingly. “The agreement was you could watch first and then join in, remember?” 

Buggy huffed and crossed his arms, watching from his spot on the bed beside you. He was feeling a little left out during all of this, but he insisted it was fine. He was enjoying seeing you spread out for someone else, taking their cock, but he wanted his cock to still be involved. He had even offered the use of it for Alvida, but she declined, choosing to use her own for this. So he had to sit back, watching as she fucked you to orgasm multiple times, each time you screaming and crying her name. 

“You eat pussy before?” Alvida asked you as she rocked her hips against yours, reaching under you to tilt your hips to hit your g-spot just right, causing you to see stars. You shook your head, gasping for breath as you felt another orgasm coming. She smirked down at you, reaching over to brush your sweaty bangs from your face. “You look so pretty taking my cock, letting it split you apart while you scream. I bet you’ll look even better with your face between my legs, y’know?” She put her hand on your cheek, thumb dragging over your lips. You shut your eyes and moaned, opening your mouth just enough for her to push her thumb inside, your tongue dragging over it as she snapped her hips into you. “Once you cum, I’ll let your man have his turn with you while I sit on your face, got it? I gotta cum to and I want to see your face covered in it.”

You just nodded, moaning around her thumb as her other hand moved to your clit, and it only took her a few passes over it with her thumb before you were cumming again, crying out with tears in your eyes. She pulled out of you, gesturing to Buggy, and your boyfriend was at your side, kissing your tears, cheeks, your forehead. You nuzzled him, giggling quietly while Alvida removed her harness, tossing it aside on the bed.

“You need anything?” She asked of you as she knelt on the other side of you, her hands on your thighs and rubbing the sore muscles. You just shook your head, grinning widely at her as you pushed Buggy away and reached for her. Smirking, she leaned down to kiss you while Buggy moved between your legs, laying down between them as he pressed kisses to your inner thigh. 

You sighed against her lips, spreading your legs as far as you could for Buggy. He got comfortable, having your knees over his shoulders as one hand spread you open for him while the other pressed two fingers into you. You let out a whine as he did that while Alvida kissed you, murmuring praise against your lips as your boyfriend fingered you. His mouth was on your clit in seconds as he curled his fingers, wanting to get you to at least one orgasm for him before he started fucking you.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asked you as Buggy hit that spot inside you, causing you to arch your hips and cry out for him. 

“Fuck, fuck!” Was all you could say at first, your entire body on fire from their touches. Buggy didn’t waste any time, his mouth still on you while he fucked you with his fingers. He counted how many times Alvida made you orgasm with her pink cock, so he needed to beat that record with just his mouth. “I-I’m okay! Really!”

“Say the word and we’ll take a break.” She told you as she stroked your cheek. You shook your head, letting out a gasp as Buggy sucked on your clit as he pushed three fingers inside of you. You looked up at her, biting your lip as you reached for her. Alvida chuckled softly, taking your hand in hers as she threaded her fingers through yours. “Mm, are you ready for me, baby?”

You could only nod, swallowing heavily as she maneuvered herself over your face carefully. She helped you out by reaching between her legs, spreading herself for you as she lowered herself down over your mouth. You could only moan as you stuck your tongue out, dragging it between her folds, dipping into her entrance briefly to taste her. You’d never done this before, only trying to repeat what you felt Buggy doing to you. You put your hands on her hips, your nails digging into her soft thighs. She was helping you out by touching her clit and keeping her folds spread for you as you tasted her, moaning against her as she rocked her hips slowly.

There was a pressure against your entrance and you knew it had to be your boyfriend. He didn’t like being left out and seemed to give up on making you cum with his mouth multiple times. He had his hands on your tits as he began fucking you while Alvida rocked her hips against your mouth. It was perfect at that moment because this was more than you ever expected. Being the toy of two pirate captains was something you only dreamed of, but it was a reality for you right then. 

Buggy’s hips snapped against yours while Alvida reached down to stroke your hair softly. You dug your nails into her skin, moaning against her as Buggy lifted your hips up, his cock hitting your g-spot now with the new angle. Alvida sang your praises as she moaned, telling you how wonderful you were, what a pretty mouth you had, that you were doing such a good job. You tried to nod as your tongue circled her clit before taking it into your mouth, sucking and running your tongue over it. 

Through the brain fog you were experiencing from all of this, you tried to remember what Buggy would do when he’d have you sit on your face, but it was hard to recall. You focused on her clit for a bit before moving your tongue back down to her entrance, tasting her juices as they dripped out. Her fingers were on her clit again, rubbing fast circles as your tongue prodded against her as her hips rocked against your face. It wasn’t long until Alvida was cumming, moaning for you as her juices coated your face. You held her against you, trying to get every last drop, moaning against her as Buggy continued fucking you. 

It only took him a few more thrusts before your walls were clenching around him as you came. You pushed her head back from Alvida, gasping and crying out for Buggy. You heard him say fuck yea before he was spilling into you, obviously pleased it was his name that spilled from your lips this time, not Alvida’s. 

Alvida moved off you while you stretched your arms out, feeling completely fucked out now. You glanced over to see her grab a towel that she had brought in earlier, and her knees were a little wobbly post-orgasm. You wondered if either of them would be up to doing this again. 

Buggy pulled out of you and before you could stop him he settled himself between your legs, his mouth back on your pussy as he tasted the cum dripping out of you, not caring it was a mixture of both of yours. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair, letting out a whine as he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them slowly. It was almost a little too much for you, your body overstimulated and sensitive from the two of them. 

Alvida had situated herself near your head, stroking your hair as she leaned down to press kisses to your face as she wiped it clean with the towel. “You’re doing wonderful, baby, letting him taste you like that. Can you cum again for him and make your boyfriend happy?”

“‘S’t’much.” You whined as Buggy’s mouth was on your clit, three fingers deep into you now. “Buggy!”

“Do you need him to stop?” Alvida murmured as she pressed her lips to your earlobe as she set the towel aside and slid her hand down your chest, taking hold of one of your breasts. “Tell him what you need.”

“Ah, f-fuck, I need m-more!” You managed to stammer out. Buggy glanced up at you, curling his fingers as he fucked you with them, trying to get as much cum out of you as possible. They brushed over your g-spot again, and already being oversensitive, it wasn’t surprising you were cumming again, your hips arching up as Buggy pulled back for a moment as your body trembled. It was too much, and then he was back down there again, tongue lapping at your juices as he cleaned you up, his hand grabbing the discarded towel on the bed before he pulled away to wipe you down.

“Damn, I think she’s done for the night.” Buggy chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. You could only whine at him in response, arm thrown over your face as you tried to catch your breath. Alvida got off the bed to get you some water and a snack while Buggy made sure he got you cleaned up. “Babe, you okay?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could say as you dropped your arm to your side and closed your eyes, sighing heavily. Yea, you were better than okay, you were pretty fucked out at this point. You wondered if Buggy would be offended if you put off sex for a week to recover. At most you’d be up to sucking his dick and that was it, nothing more than that.

“She needs rest.” Alvida said as she helped you sit up, holding a glass of water to your lips to help you drink. Buggy’s hand popped off to retrieve the plate of snacks, bringing it over to hold while he helped himself to some crackers. He held up some for you, making sure you had at least a few nibbles, before the two of them got you under the covers and comfortable for the night. 

“I’m fiiiiine.” You whined as Buggy pulled you against his chest. You couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped as you looked at Alvida. “Stay?”

“No, no, I’m going back to my room.” She chuckled. “I’m not much for cuddling.” When you pouted she leaned down and gave you a kiss. “Maybe next time, baby.”

Your eyes lit up at that and you glanced over at Buggy, wondering if he was okay with that. He just shrugged as he tightened his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Maybe if you’re good, babe.”

“Sounds good.” You grinned sleepily as Alvida winked at you and pulled her clothes on before leaving. If there was hope of doing it again, you’d be happy to do whatever it was that your boyfriend wanted. “Thank you, Buggy.”

“Yea, yea.” He grumbled. “I spoil you sometimes. Don’t get used to it.”

“I’ll try not to.” Was your response as you turned around in his arms to kiss him. “I love you.”

“Shushushshshhh, go to sleep.” He told you, before muttering quietly, “I love you too.”

[mindofharry]

Y/N didn’t know why she came back to Hallows Creek. After everything that happened, she promised herself she would never step foot back in that town. But Y/N is loyal and if you need her, she’s there. Her best friend, Niall from high school, is expecting his fifth child. His wife, Amelia needed some extra hands around the house while Niall was working on the farm, but didn’t want a stranger in her home. So Y/N offered. They knew her background here. But she insisted. Her job wasn’t doing much for her, her rent was insane and she had no one around to support her, so many Hallows Creek would be good for Y/N.

It would be good if she didn’t bump into him.

Y/N left for a reason.

And that reason was Harry Styles.

She was so infatuated with that man, always following him around like a lost puppy until he eventually gave in and gave her a chance. Y/N likes to think they were high school sweethearts, but that might be too nice. They dated for a year and then Harry got bored. He’s a cowboy, he needed something more and Y/N wasn’t interested in that. And so Harry broke her heart and chose his farm, instead of the girl.

Y/N didn’t blame him for that. The farm had been in his family for centuries and he was always going to be the one to take over when his father and mother retired. She blamed him for the way things went down. When he took her to the prom and publicly humiliated her.

He thought that dating Margaret Miller, the mayors daughter, would be better than little old Y/N.

That’s what Y/N thought anyways. Why else would he kiss her while he was meant to be with Y/N?

After the whole prom fiasco, her parents told her they were moving. She could stay with her grandparents or she move up her whole life and move to the coast with them. And Y/N knew what she had to do. She left when she was 17 and never once came back.

And now at 28, she wasn’t sure if she made the right decision.

Hallows Creek looked the exact same. People everywhere, all the stores open, kids running up and down the street, the ice cream parlour that everyone knows still up and running. She smiled to herself. It was like she never left. Y/N clutched her bag and made her way through the crowd, not recognising anyone. These were the knew locals now and Y/N just wanted to fit in, so she smiled and lugged her suitcase up the road to the diner she used to eat at everyday.

“Well, I never! Is that Ms Y/N I see?” Missy yelled from behind the counter, throwing her cloth down and running down the diner to throw her hands around Y/N. Y/N laughed loudly as the swayed side to side.

Missy had been here for over 30 years. Her father opened this diner and after he passed away, she made it her mission to make the best diner on earth. And that she did. She was here for everything. For Y/N’s first kiss, her first bully, her first everything. Y/N worked here during the summers and Missy was like the older sister she never had.

“You look so beautiful,” Missy cried out, throwing her arms around Y/N again.

Y/N blushed, “Oh, stop. I look a mess,”

Missy smacked her arm and took her suitcase, “Please, you look like you got off the runway,” she replied, dropping her suitcase at the first booth. Their both.

Harry and Y/N came to this diner for their dates. There wasn’t much to do in this town, but that didn’t bother Y/N. She loved coming here.

“Let me get you your usual and then you can tell me why the fuck it took you so long to come back,” Missy said, Y/N scoffed and tutted.

“I think everyone knows,” She murmured, looking out the window.

Y/N took her phone out and texted Niall that she was at the diner having some lunch and that she’d walk over to his soon, but Niall insisted on collecting her. So here she was, an hour later on her third milkshake, filling Missy in on everything she missed.

“So let me get this straight.. you could literally be the president of the united states and you’re here.. in Hallows Creek?” Missy asked incredulously.

Y/N cackled, “I’m a lawyer Miss. A bad one at that,”

“Who’s a bad lawyer?”

Y/N peeked over the booth and saw him.

Harry Styles was now standing in front of her for the first time in almost 11 years. He changed. He was more tanned, had tattoos up and down his arms. His eyes were the same, green and wide. And he wore the same cowboy hat, that Y/N used to steal.

They met eyes and it was like all the air was knocked out of her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not this fast, she couldn’t do this.

She threw out a couple of dollars and a tip, grabbed her bags and then practically flew out of the door.

“Don’t follow me. Don’t follow me. Don’t follow,” She chanted as she walked away from the diner.

“Y/N! Come on. Y/N!” Harry yelled, jogging up to her.

“God, woman you move fast,” He smirked, looking her up and down. Y/N scoffed and kept walking forward.

“Come on, let me talk. Please,” He begged, reaching out to hold her arm.

Y/N stopped abruptly and looked up at him. He’s taller than she remembered.

“I didn’t know you were coming back,” He said, biting his lip.

“I didn’t think you’d care,” Y/N whispered, moving forward again.

“Of course I’d care. You left me,” Harry said, his voice breaking. Y/N turned around quickly, her suitcase falling to the ground.

“You broke me! You did,” She whisper yelled, she looked around and tried to contain herself, picking up her suitcase.

“Don’t follow me, Harry,”

And he didn’t.

Y/N spotted Niall’s car and immediately walked towards it like her life depended on it — in a way, it did. Niall didn’t ask questions when she saw the tears running down her cheeks. He just hugged her and let her deal with this. He knew it would be hard. Not just seeing Harry, but coming back to a town with no great memories.

“Let’s get you home,” Niall said kissing the top of her head.

“I think I am home,” Y/N said, pushing him away playfully.

“The kids and Amelia are so excited to see you. Millie has grown so much since Christmas,” Niall said, putting her bags into the boot of the car.

“Yeah?”

Niall nodded, “Knox had a growth spurt as well. Jesus, they’re all growing up,” Niall said, turning on the ignition. Y/N looked out the car window and saw Harry still in the same spot, his hat off and in his hands.

“He’s not with Margaret anymore,” Niall said. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Don’t care,”

Niall chuckled, “Sure,”

Niall’s farm wasn’t anything special, but he took major pride in it. And it paid the bills. It wasn’t anything like Harry’s, but Niall liked it more as a hobby than a job. His whole life didn’t depend on it. During the winter, he taught middle school. In the summer, he helped his workers on the farm.

Amelia and Niall met in college. Both teachers and had so much love for kids, both coming from big families. Five kids might be a too much for Y/N though. But she loved them all like they were her own, and she’d love this baby too.

The rolled up the driveway and there they were. Her family.

Amelia had the youngest, Peter, in her arms and her bump was absolutely huge.

“Sure it’s not twins?” Y/N joked, Niall scoffed.

“The last time you said that, we actually had twins. So keep it to yourself,”

Millie and Knox, the twins, were jumping up and down in front of their mother. Taylor and Matthew were on the porch playing with their trucks, but immediately perked up with they saw their father. Y/N loved seeing him this happy.

“Y/N, you look amazing,” Amelia smiled, putting peter down and pulling Y/N into a hug.

“Eight months pregnant and still looking sexy as ever,” Y/N replied, as Niall took her bags in.

“Now where are all my hugs!”

After settling in, Y/N decided it would be nice for her and Niall to catch up. So they went to the local bar. Amelia did not want to go, cause she could barley see her feet, but she pushed the other two out of the house told them to have fun.

Niall placed a cowboy hat on her head as they walked to the car.

“Now, you’re home,”

Y/N grinned and skipped to the car.

“Feels like I never left,”

They arrived at Earl’s Bar at just the right time. A couple was leaving so they robbed their table quickly, laughing to themselves.

“I’ve missed this,” Y/N said, putting her hat down on the table.

“Remember when you grew boobs and everyone started give us free beers?” Niall laughed and Y/N hit his arm.

“Don’t even,”

“What did I miss?”

Niall stood up quickly, puffing his chest out. Y/N rolled her eyes and stood between Niall and Harry.

“No need to play Alpha, boys,”

Harry tipped his hat at Niall, “Just wanted to say hi to the competition,”

Y/N scoffed, “I’m getting a drink,”

She walked away and up to the bar.

“We need to talk,” Harry said placing a hand on her hip. She melted into his touch.

“No, we actually don’t,”

She turned around and looked him in his eyes.

Huge mistake.

“We’ll talk. But you buy me a drink first,”

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

15. double trouble.

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“Holy shit, Wonyoung’s coming; phones down." With Yunjin’s frantic words came even more frantic movement from the whole table. Everyone scurried to put their phones away so that it wouldn’t look like they were texting each other on purpose. That would be rude.

“Hey, babe~ How’s the food? Isn’t it delicious?” Wonyoung’s voice is always sweet, like honey; it felt like eating cotton candy with how light yet sweet she sounded. If you hadn’t known her, you’d be shocked to know that she hung out with a vicious dog like Ningning.

“It’s actually pretty good; we should come here more often!”

“Let’s call it a date then! And a hello to all you lovely ladies! Sorry for interrupting; I just needed to say hi to my baby.”

“Oh, it’s not trouble. It’s perfectly understandable to say hi to your girlfriend when you guys coincidentally meet up at the same restaurant. You’re never a bother, Wonyoung.” It was pretty weird that you all ended up at the same restaurant, but they did just open. It’s understandable for a bunch of college kids to go to the first place offering free food.

Wonyoung walked away, and everyone’s phones went right up again. Both tables were frantically texting, and the whole ambiance of the restaurant was awkward. Even strangers could pick up the tension. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize both tables were texting about each other. The glances at each other every 10 seconds gave it away.

Giselle was the first one to break the silence.

“Aw, you got some cake on you; let me wipe it off." She wiped off the frosting next to your lip and licked it off her finger. Everyone at your table stared at you two in awe and confusion.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” whispered a very confused Jimin.

“Just go with it, please.”

No one understood what was happening except you and Giselle, which is understandable since your plan was made in the study room yesterday.

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17 hours prior, in the library’s study room.

“Why would she think Wonyoung would lie about that?”

You felt your jaw drop and your eyes widen. Is Giselle insinuating what you think she is?

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, is the rumor true? Did you hook up with Yeonjun Giselle?” She could be lying to you, but you might as well ask. You were too curious about where this story was going to even care if she might be lying.

“No, I didn’t. I’d never cross Ning like that; we’re besties. Well, we were besties.”

“Then, why would Wonyoung lie about something like that?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, and that’s where you come in. Wonyoung would never spill her secrets, and especially never to you. But if we were to keep her distracted enough, we could get some info from everyone else.”

“But why me? I’m sure Jimin or anyone else would be a better choice.”

“It’s simple; you’re the only one who can keep Ning distracted long enough for us to even get to Wonyoung. Everyone else is a breeze, but Ning’s tough; they’re glued against the hip.”

“Me?” In your mind, Ningning hated you.

“Haven’t you noticed? Ning’s tame around you. She does that for no one else. I don’t exactly know why, but she considers you human. Everyone else just happens to be a bunch of roaches that she’s ready to squash. Not you, though.”

“Ok, well, how would I even distract her?”

“That’s where I come along, my little kitten. Ning hates me enough for ‘stealing’ Yeonjun; imagine her fury when she sees the two of us together. Not just in a friendly way, but together.”

“It’ll be like you ’stole’ me from her, like you 'stole’ Yeonjun.”

“Bingo-bingo, my friend.”

“Ok, let’s do it. Let's fake a date.”

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Present Day at ‘Le Dessert’ Cafe

The plan wasn’t supposed to take effect so fast, but I guess now’s a perfect opportunity. You couldn’t really tell your friends that you were fake dating; it had to be as believable as possible. It did make you blush a bit, which in some sense makes things more believable but also way more embarrassing.

You wanted nothing more than to turn around and see the look on Ningning's face, but you had to play it cool. That is, until a certain honey-voiced princess came skipping back to your table.

“Omg, I just had the best idea! We’re all friends, aren’t we? Why don’t we combine tables? Then I can be close to my baby. What do you say? You wouldn’t have any objections, would you?”

Fucking shit. No way is Wonyoung on to your plan already? She knows Ningning wants nothing more than to maul Aeri’s eyes out, and bringing Yeonjun to sit at the table with us? Even worse. What’s her plan? You could feel your heart beating faster and faster as the table stayed silent. It wasn’t until you felt another hand on top of yours that you calmed down. You turned to the source, and Giselle was giving you a reassuring nod. Right. Breathe. If this was part of Wony’s game, you could play better.

“We’d love that, Wonyoung! Hey Ningning, let’s pair tables.” You turned to her and gave her your biggest smile. Behind it was true fear as to what could come of this, but you had to look confident. You will make your plan work.

Ningning gave you a death stare but simply scoffed and began to move tables.

That’s it? After glaring daggers at you all day, she’s just going to move without a fight? Fine.

There was an awkward shuffling of tables, and everyone got settled into their slightly cramped seats. The tension in the room seems to have gotten even worse. Now, everyone is face-to-face; no one could hide behind their phones.

“So, this place is pretty cool, am I right, ladies?” Can this prick Yeonjun shut up?

“Yeah, pretty good food, I guess.” At least Yunjin was trying to converse; you could tell her, along with all your friends, had been incredibly confused about things. You wanted nothing more than to explain to them, but you couldn’t risk jeopardizing the plan.

The awkward silence was quick to return.

“I hear half of you knew each other in high school! What was that like?” You couldn’t fault Minji for asking such a painfully awkward question, but in her defense, she’s barley in the group chat enough to know. The body language of everyone who went to Spring Hill High became very tense. Everyone straightened their posture and avoided eye contact with each other. It was Giselle who finally broke the tension once again.

“I couldn’t tell you; I transferred out before senior year.”

“Sure, ‘transferred.’”

“What was that, Ning?”

“Nothing. Just that, I don’t consider getting shipped off to a rehabilitation center as ‘transferring’, but whatever.”

“Ok guys, can we just be civil?” You tried diffusing the situation, but all it got you was a death stare from Ningning.

“She asked a question; I’m giving more context to Aeri’s answer.”

“Ok. That’s fair.” That’s all you managed to get out; you didn’t want to argue. You knew you would be getting nowhere if you continued. 

“High school was pretty chill; my lovely lady and I here dated. I guess you can say fate brought us back together, right?” Yeonjun completely washed over any negative aspect of him and Ningning’s relationship and made it sound like they just drifted apart, then reconciled in college. The thing is, he couldn’t even bring himself to make eye contact with anyone else at the table other than Ningning. It was almost like he wanted her reassurance that they were in love, or more specifically, that she loved him. All he got in response was an eye-roll from Ningning and an “awe” from Wonyoung. It was a tough crowd for someone like him.

Trying to avoid Minji’s painfully awkward question, you took a bite of your cake, enjoying it. What was in this cake that made is so delicious? You couldn’t get enough!

“Oh no, you got more cake on you! Let me get it off.”

You prepared yourself to have cake wiped off your face again, except that’s not what happened.

The cake was off your lips but is now plastered on Giselle’s, or was until she licked it off. You sat up in shock. Giselle just kissed you. I guess couples do kiss, even fake ones, but could she have given you a warning? Before you could respond or even turn your face, a voice came blaring from the table.

“Ok, what the fuck was that?” It was Jimin.

“Oh, Y/N didn’t tell you? We decided last night we had a lot in common, so why not start dating? We look totally cute, don’t you think?”

The look on Jimin’s face quickly turned from confusion to hurt. Along with Ningning, who just stared at you,

“What happened to ‘You don’t know her, she doesn’t go here’” You forgot you texted Jimin that.

“What happened to ‘it didn’t mean anything when I hung out with Giselle’” You also forgot to text Ningning that. Ok. Double trouble. You have got to start reading your text more thoroughly before sending them.

“Look, I can explain." Before you even got another word out, Ningning had already begun spitting poison.

“What’s your fucking problem, Aeri? Huh? What problem do you have with me that you can't resist stealing from me? Are you that fucking obsessed with me? First you fucked my boyfriend four years ago; now you're crawling back for more? When will it end? You’re sad, pathetic, and lonely. Go fuck yourself.”

The room was silent. The restaurant was silent.

“Ningning-“ She was quick to cut you off again.

“And you. What’s your problem? I confided in you. I told you how I felt after I got cheated on. I thought you would understand, but it turns out you're just a mega-bitch like everyone else. Was anything you told me even true? If you’re already dating this tramp, did you ever really like Jimin? Or was that a lie just to get on my good side? Did you get your little friend Yujin to help you? You’re such a fucking freak for playing the long game. I bet you found it funny when I kissed Jimin at our graduation party, huh? Like it was all part of your plan? Let’s all laugh at Ningning! Well, not anymore. Fuck you. Goodbye.”

With that, Ningning stormed out; half-way through her meltdown, she had started crying. She was too focused on her words to even notice. Her group of friends were quick to follow along, except Yeonjun and Wonyoung, who remained at the table.

Before you even get to process what had just happened, round two was already brewing up.

“You... like me, Y/N? Is that what this is all about? Why’d you feel the need to lie? Did you not trust me enough to tell me? You decided to lie to me for our entire fucking friendship; are you serious? I told you that we could talk about anything; why couldn’t you talk to me about this?” Jimin was red in the face, slightly tearing up and choking on her words.

Speechless. That’s all you were. You couldn’t think of a response. Overwhelmed, you couldn't think of anything. Your throat began to close up more and more, feeling your body become heavier. You gave into the weight and collapsed onto the ground. Before your eyes fully close, all you hear is Sakura’s panicked voice:

“Is there peanut oil in this cake? Y/N’s has a peanut allergy! Fuck, I’ll get her epipen pen; call an ambulance!”

Everything faded into black.

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

taglist (open): @azraism ; @kimsgayness ; @sewiouslyz ; @winieter ; @llluvbluy ; @i06kkura ; @everydayiloveyves ; @edamboon

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 17

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 5k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Warnings: Chaotic antics and the feels :')

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, October 24 (series masterpost here)

Jungkook’s expression sours. 

You watch as he recoils, mouth puckering up and eyes squeezing shut. 

It takes him about a solid minute to recover. 

“It’s–...” He attempts to grasp onto any conclusive words, “It’s not bad.”

“Jungkook, you look like you’re going to throw up.” You muse, setting aside the pasta you made last night. It was your billionth attempt at trying to make the dish, throwing in different ingredients and praying that it would taste better. 

“I think it’s the seasoning.” – another voice chimes in. 

You stare as Taehyung leans over, scooping a mouthful before chewing it with curious eyes. He immediately grimaces, not being as good as Jungkook when it came down to hiding his expression. 

“Yeah sorry,” He chokes out, sliding it closer to you. “That’s just terrible.” 

You let out a long sigh, staring down at your failure. 

A low mumble leaves your lips, “No wonder Yuna didn’t eat more.” 

“Is there too much salt?” Jimin naively ponders, glancing at Jungkook and Taehyung. “Sometimes over seasoning can be a problem.” 

“No, it’s almost like there’s something else in there.” Jungkook surveys you, “Did you add some spice into it?” 

“Five different kinds.” You state, only for Taehyung to choke on air.

“Five kinds?!” He exclaims. Jungkook covers his face and Jimin stares at you with wide eyes. 

You’re about to defend yourself, proclaiming that you were simply trying to experiment after reading online that spices could sometimes save a dish – until the door to the room widens. 

“Hi guys!” Hoseok chirps, finding all four of you huddled together around a container of suspiciously looking pasta. 

His brows furrow as he glances around, “Yoongi’s not here?” 

“He took his lunch break earlier.” Jungkook explains, leaning back in his chair. 

Hoseok hums, holding the door open. “Well, as long as no one makes a ruckus, I ran into someone on my way here.” 

You quirk a brow at that, but then Hoseok pushes the door further open and Jin pokes his head through. 

“Oh my god.” Taehyung exclaims immediately, “If it isn’t our amazing CEO!” 

Within an instant, Hoseok presses a finger to his lips and Jin hurriedly shushes him. He hastily peers over his shoulder, luckily recognizing that no one passing by had heard Taehyung’s voice. 

Swiveling around, the two of them join your table. Hoseok settles down to Taehyung while Jin slips in next to you, but you notice from the corner of your eyes how he seems to maintain some distance away from you. 

He crosses his arms, eyes surveying. “I know you, you, and you.” He refers to you, Taehyung and Hoseok specifically, but then his finger lands on Jungkook, “You.” 

The man in question has a smug smile, “It’s nice seeing you again, too.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes, “And my name isn’t you, it’s Jungkook.” 

Both Hoseok and you exchange a look of bewilderment. 

Hoseok speaks up. “Wait, how do you two know each other?” 

“I got lost on the day of my interview,” Jungkook explains, “Only to run into him.”

Jin smirks, “You make it sound like it was my pleasure to meet you that day.” 

“And yet, you still helped me.” Jungkook cheekily points out, to which Jin scoffs. 

“You’re still annoying.” 

“Same goes for you.” 

Hoseok loudly clears his voice, throwing an expression of puzzlement in your direction. Jimin moves forward, a bit taken aback with how Jungkook was speaking so casually with the CEO of their company. 

He politely bows in his seat, “H-Hello, Mr. CEO! Nice to meet you!” 

“No need to be formal,” Jin smiles lop-sidley, “Just call me Seokjin or Jin, everyone sitting here does.” 

Jimin blinks, not quite expecting the man’s laid back demeanour. He slowly nods, acknowledging Jin’s words. 

“And you are?” 

“Park Jimin!” He replies in an instant, “I-I work down in Customer Service with Jungkook.” 

Jin hums in response and you let out a long sigh. His eyes snap over to your form right away, noticing your stare being directed on the container before you. 

“I’m just going to throw it out.” You mention with a grimace. Jungkook gives you a sympathetic look, nodding in agreement.

“Is that your lunch?” Jin ponders and you hum, rising up to your feet. The contents all get dumped down into a trash can. 

“It didn’t come out so great.” You explain, returning to your seat. 

“It wasn’t so bad.” Jungkook chides, but then Taehyung interjects, touching his stomach. 

“I think I might get food poisoning.” 

Jungkook simply stares at Taehyung in disbelief. You want to laugh at how he was trying to be considerate of your feelings, all the while Taehyung could be too honest at times. 

“Wait, so you don’t have anything to eat?” The conversation between the two runs over Jin’s head completely, eyes focused on the empty container. 

You shrug, “I’m still a bit hungry, but it was the only thing I brought.” A glance is sent towards your watch, “Plus my break is going to end soon anyway.” 

“How can you say that?” He rebuttals, “You hardly got the chance to eat.” 

“It’s fine, I managed to get some bites in.” You nonchalantly wave off, but he’s persistent. 

“It’s not fine, you need energy for all the work you’re going to be doing.” 

You blink wide-eyed at his response, but then you look like you’re about to rebuttal and he can’t take it anymore. 

He’s digging into his own bag, pulling out what you assume to be a lunch bag and presenting its contents before you. 

“Take it.” He simply states. 

“What?” You find it completely absurd, “No– Jin, I can’t just take your lunch.” 

“Take it, I made extra today and you know my cooking is good.” 

“But–”

It only takes a couple of seconds for it to go flying open, the full contents being pushed in front of you and utensils getting placed into your hands. All you can do is merely stare in disbelief, oddly feeling like you had just been scolded. 

Your four coworkers watch with enlarged eyes as you slowly take a handful of bites. A small smile curls on Jin’s lips, but then you lift up your hand and a low yawn slips out. 

He turns to face you closely, eyes scanning your features. “Are you feeling tired?” 

Your shoulders hitch up, his reaction nearly having your heart jump out of your chest. 

“U-Uh a bit,” You let out a sharp cough, the food getting stuck within your windpipe. “I was working a shift at my other job late last night.” 

His jaw drops, “You have another job?” 

You hum nonchalantly, “Yeah, I work here during the day and there during the evening.” You gesture to Jungkook, “We used to work there together.” 

His field of vision focuses on Jungkook, who simply nods with a smile. His brows furrow, not having known you knew each other outside of the workplace. 

He shakes his head, “Wait, does that mean you work more than seven hours a day?” 

“Seven hours here and five hours there on weekdays.” You correct, “But that doesn’t include any of the days I work overtime or when I work weekends.” 

In that single moment, all Jin can do is just stare. 

To be fair, he knew about you to a certain degree. He was aware that you had bit of a horrible obsession with work, and it did tend to come above anything else.

But knowing the background that he does now – about your family, about Yuna and about you, he just can’t take it anymore. 

He can only draw one simple conclusion. 

You’re absolutely terrible at taking care of yourself. 

And of course, he had to fall for someone as stubborn and hard-headed as you. 

“You really shouldn’t overwork yourself so much.” His words are firm, gaze darkening. “You also need to be eating regularly and getting enough sleep.” 

You whirl around, a deep crease forming in between your brows. 

There is nothing, but utter confusion written on you as you stare at him. It’s not only you for that matter, as your four coworkers who were previously silent and observing the conversation, are very closely mimicking your expression. 

You set your fork down. 

“Is everything okay with you, Jin?” You blurt out – his behaviour throwing you off completely.

Where was the playful banter you were so used to? The boastful remarks? 

Heck, the minutes had flown by and he hadn't even complimented himself somehow. 

He wants to let out the biggest sigh ever. Here he was communicating that you need to look after yourself more and of course you had to ask if he’s okay. 

He really just had to fall in love with you. 

“I’m completely fine,” He states, “You, on the other hand, don’t have that much time before your break ends.” 

Your gaze is still on him, like you were trying to decipher a mystery of a puzzle. But then he gestures towards the lunch he shared with you and you exhale, foregoing it all together and continuing to eat. 

Glancing up, you make eye contact with Jungkook who seems like he has no clue what to say. Hoseok appears the same, eyes darting between the two of you constantly. Taehyung and Jimin side-eye each other, deciding to remain quiet as well. 

You’re about to remark something about how they should probably continue on eating as well – but then your breath hitches. 

Jin tucks a strand of hair that had fallen to your forehead, carefully slipping it behind your ear. He does it in such a casual manner, form still leaning against his chair as a hue of scarlet scatters on your features. 

There is sheer shock written all over everyone’s expression and when you turn to face him with a questioning look, your eyes have doubled in nature. 

He’s still looking at you, but there’s something in his gaze, something that’s just different. 

You wonder how long it had been since he had started looking at you like that. 

***

It isn’t long before you’re finishing up the food on your lunch break. Jungkook and Jimin are long gone, having to go back to their department once they are finished as well. Taehyung had soon departed after them, complaining about how he had a meeting to attend that he wasn’t looking forward to. Hoseok reprimands him to go, gesturing to you to leave alongside him. 

Jin left before everyone else did – eventually realizing that he was gone too long for someone that was CEO of the company, and knew that Secretary Moon would be waiting for him. 

Hoseok follows behind you, his lips pursued. 

“So…” He draws out, looking at you intently. “What was that?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know, Jin fussing all over you in the break room.” He brings up, “Did something happen between the two of you?” 

“No.” You reminisce, having just seen him as usual. 

“Interesting.” Hoseok tilts his head to the side, “You know, he was talking to me about you.” 

“What did he say?” 

“That he thinks you’re really kind and funny.” He says, watching your reaction. 

You make it to your cubicle, sitting down. However, your brows are furrowed, arms crossed. 

“I guess...that’s not too surprising.” 

He was just complimenting you, after all. 

“Uh, huh.” Hoseok mutters, like he knew something you didn’t. Yoongi leans over, glancing over at you two. 

“Did any of you happen to bring coffee?” He’s got eyebags lining his eyes. 

“Oh my god, hyung.” Hoseok exclaims, “What happened?” 

“Haru’s been having trouble sleeping again.” He lets out a long sigh, deflating back into his seat. “Hana and I have been trying our best, but she still won’t sleep on time.” 

“Which means you haven’t been sleeping either.” You note. 

“Right.” He nods, planting a hand on his temples. 

“Let us know if you ever need any help.” You bring up, knowing his kids were very young. “You two deserve a break too.” 

Yoongi hums and Hoseok turns with a smile, “I’ll go grab you that coffee.” 

“Thanks.” Yoongi mumbles, eyes drooping down. 

As he shuts his eyes for some much needed rest, you resume your attention back to your work, logging into your computer and pulling up your emails. To be completely honest, you had almost forgotten how good of a cook Jin truly was, feeling grateful that you were able to eat something decent instead of your own disastrous home cooking. 

Hoseok ends up returning with coffee for the three of you, something that awakens life back into Yoongi. Both you and Hoseok let out a chuckle at that, watching Yoongi have a surge of energy to the point where he’s speeding through his work alongside you. 

The hours churn away at a rapid pace and soon enough, 5pm is rolling around on the clock. You slump back into your seat, exhausted beyond belief as your eyes flutter shut for a moment. 

“Are you asleep?” 

The voice draws you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping wide open. 

Jin stares down at you, arms crossed and gaze surveying your face. 

“You scared me.” You harshly whisper, placing a hand on your heaving chest. 

He completely ignores you. “You look tired, how much sleep have you been really getting?” 

“Trust me, I’ve been getting enough.” You explain in defense, getting up from your seat. “It’s just the end of the day, you know what that’s like.” 

He watches you pack your belongings, acknowledging that you were right on that part. However, there’s still a hint of doubt in his features, something you notice right away. 

You wonder if it’s because you haven’t heard any quips or remarks from him all day, or if it’s because he’s more withdrawn and quieter than usual. But then you decide it didn’t matter and you really needed to convey your reassurance to him. 

“Jin, I’m fine, I swear.” You press forward, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I really appreciate that you’re looking out for me and you’re a great friend for doing that, but I’m seriously okay.” 

You give him a soft smile before resuming packing your belongings, hoping it would be enough to set his mind to ease about the whole matter. 

But you don’t know see the flash of hurt that comes across his features. 

His heart sinks, a tightening sensation twisting in his chest. He chuckles underneath his breath, gaze downcasted. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” His laughter becomes more pained by the second, “I am such a great friend…”

“Hyung, let me give you a ride.” 

Yoongi turns to see Hoseok jogging up behind him, car keys in hand. 

“I’m okay, I’ll just take the bus.” 

“It’s raining.” Hoseok protests. He knows that despite everything, Yoongi was the type to literally stand by the stop and continue to get soaked just for the promise of transportation. 

“Fine.” Yoongi mumbles, giving in as Hoseok grins. He follows the man to his car, waiting for him to unlock the door. 

A loud sigh catches their attention. 

Jin is by himself, leaning against his own vehicle. Except his head is resting against the hood of the car, eyes squeezed shut and form completely slumped down. 

Another sigh leaves his lips, alongside the murmurs of what sounds like, ‘what on earth do I do now?’. 

Hoseok raises a brow, making eye contact with Yoongi from across the car who holds a similar perplexed expression. Letting go of the door handle, he strolls past his own car and heads down the parking lot with Yoongi silently trailing behind him. 

“Everything okay?” He ponders, concern spreading over his features. 

Jin raises his head from the hood, blinking a couple of times before the two men are visible in his field of vision. He seems startled, like he wasn’t quite expecting someone to notice him, much less speak. 

“O-Oh, Hoseok.” He greets him, eyes flickering, “and Yoongi.” 

He quickly clears his throat, “Yeah– I’m okay, n-nothing to worry about.” 

Hoseok deeply exhales, staring at him empathetically. 

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“What?!” Jin loudly exclaims, “No! Of course not!” 

Hoseok fondly smiles, “You like her.” 

Yoongi shrugs behind him, “It’s kind of obvious.” 

“Oh my god,” Jin covers his face, ears tinting red, “How is it that both of you know, but somehow she doesn’t?” 

“What happened?” Hoseok presses on, encouraging him to talk to them. 

“Okay, I’ll admit it. I like Y/N, but–” He shakes his head, “She doesn’t see me in that way at all. She just sees me as a friend.”

He says it sharply, frustrated that in the midst of him experiencing all these feelings, you’re no way near to reciprocating them, instead viewing him more as a comrade than someone you could be with. 

He’s left clueless on what to do now, knowing that at this point there was no way for him to actually know if you would ever feel the same way. 

He deeply sighs, “I think I’ll just need to confess to her.” 

“Don’t.” Yoongi interjects right away, much to Hoseok’s and Jin’s surprise. “Y/N’s stubborn and too logical at times. She won’t give herself a chance to realize her feelings.” 

Hoseok hums, amused by Yoongi’s keen observation. “As much as I love her, I’m afraid Yoongi’s right.” 

“Then what do I do?” Jin ponders, “Just leave my feelings unreciprocated?” 

“No, you can’t do that–” Hoseok presses a finger to his lips, falling deep into thought. 

There’s a twinkle in his eyes, one that sparks up immediately. 

He snaps his fingers together. 

“I have an idea,” He states, a giant grin spreading on his features, “But I’m not too sure how you would feel about it.”

Your hands flicker through the documents, inspecting them carefully. 

“I think everything looks good. The contents are all organized and there seems to be no errors.” Your eyes flicker up, coming into contact with your Manager’s, “The program can run efficiently.” 

“That’s good to hear.” Soyou hums, crossing her arms, “How long do you estimate it taking?” 

Your lips pursue, acknowledging all the factors she was briefing you about the training program. 

“Considering training has usually averaged between a couple of weeks to two months in the past,” Jin’s training flashes within your mind, “I would say about one month.” 

Soyou nods, satisfied with your assessment. You put the file contents back together, handing them back to her. 

She raises her hand, “That’s yours to keep, Y/N. Not mine.” 

Your hands slightly retract back, staring at her a bit confused. When she had originally approached you to carefully draft out a training program for overseas employment underneath the company, you had assumed that you were in a position where training the future CEO was in your favour and Soyou simply wanted you to start the program. 

But you weren’t informed of the long-term eligibility of this opportunity. 

“I have to say Y/N, it’s been incredible watching you work.” She gets up from her seat, reaching her hand out, “I want to see you be the one leading this program.” 

Your heart thrums against your chest, “I-I’m sorry?” 

“You, Y/N.” Soyou states again, a small smile curling on her lips, “You’re going to be leading this program.” 

Joy spreads through you, chest swelling with immense pride. 

It takes every fibre of your body not to break down right then and there. 

You take Soyou’s hand securely, holding back the water that attempts to well in your eyes and willing your voice to sound stable and professional. 

“T-Thank you, Soyou. This is a great honor.” 

She warmly nods and the sheer amount of happiness is hard to contain. 

You had finally been seen by her, after being so invisible within the workplace. 

Being dismissed and with the paperwork in your arms, you’re about to turn on your heels when she speaks again. 

Her next words have all the air leaving your lungs. 

“When you have a moment Y/N, maybe we could also look into negotiating your salary?” 

A negotiation. 

Meaning you can aim for a higher salary. 

And could finally quit your second job. 

There’s a bright grin on your lips, “Of course.” 

***

Your Manager departs from her office and nothing else matters. You walk back to your cubicle in confidence, holding back the sheer amount of joy and pride that is bursting out from you. 

However, it seems like it’s rather difficult to contain your expression. 

“Good news?” Hoseok beckons brightly, standing next to Yoongi’s cubicle. Yoongi seems expectant as well, watching your expression carefully. 

“Really, really good news.” You eye Yoongi, “Let’s just say I don’t think I’ll be looking for another job anytime soon and won’t need to work at a restaurant anymore.” 

He smiles, “I knew you could do it.” 

“Congrats!” Hoseok exclaims, giving you a high-five that you take. 

“Thanks, guys.” You grin, feeling like you were on Cloud 9. Your day has gotten ten times better and you’re considering taking Yuna out tonight to celebrate, finally being able to treat your dear sister to food that isn’t as poisonous as your own cooking. 

That’s when you catch sight of a man’s backside, broad shoulders hunched over as he leans while discussing something with the head of Marketing. Your grin spreads, knowing exactly who you wanted to share the good news with next. 

Your heels clank against the ground, hand eagerly tapping against his shoulder. 

But there’s a handful of things you don’t notice. 

You don’t notice that Jin has actually been purposely lingering in your department, having donned a completely different suit. You don’t notice that he’s been rehearsing, practicing on how to encounter you. You don’t notice Yoongi and Hoseok are watching you from afar, carefully inspecting your reaction. 

Your smile drops the moment he swivels around, breath hitching. 

He looks different – well, really different. Instead of his usual suit, he wears a white one that’s been paired with a flashy gold dress shirt, combined with several gold necklaces and expensive cuffs on his sleeves. His hair’s been pushed back to expose his forehead and there’s a giant pair of dimmed sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

You’re at a loss for words. 

“Y/N,” He charmingly smiles, pushing his glasses up in the middle. You notice he has a set of gold rings on, all glittering from the light. “What brings you over?” 

“Oh, I–...” You furrow your brows as he continues to smile at you. 

What did you need to tell him again?

“Oh, right.” You shake your head, ignoring his appearance and focusing on your news, “I finally got my promotion.”

“What?! That’s amazing!” He exclaims, holding onto your shoulders.

“I have you to thank.” You reminisce, “Soyou gave it to me on the premise of me training you.” 

“Well, you’ve done a great job at that.” He pretends to brush dust off his shoulders and you chuckle. 

“They're so cute together.” Hoseok whispers, causing Yoongi to grin. 

“Reminds me a lot of me and Hana, we used to fight everyday until she admitted she had feelings for me.” 

“That would have worked, but it’s Y/N we’re talking about.” 

Yoongi hums, observing Taehyung from the corner. “He’s here.” 

Hoseok sighs, “I don’t know about this.” 

“Let’s just trust him.” 

“This is coming from you?” Hoseok perks up a brow, only for Yoongi to wave him off. 

Taehyung approaches him, looking awe-stricken. 

“My, my, if it isn’t the CEO!” He loudly proclaims, swinging an arm around Jin. “Doesn’t he look so dashing, Y/N?”

You blink, a bit surprised from Taehyung abruptly emerging. “Um, well yeah, he is the CEO.” 

“Ouch.” Hoseok winces. 

“Real smooth, Y/N.” Yoongi reminisces. 

Taehyung panics. “Uh, but look!” He raises Jin’s hands, showcasing his rings and cuffs. “He’s expensive too!” 

Hoseok covers his face and Yoongi chuckles. 

“Right…” You warily eye Taehyung, “Probably because he’s the CEO.” 

Taehyung looks at you with exasperation, clutching onto your shoulders and staring at you with all seriousness. 

“He’s a fantastic man.” 

“Good for him?” You are utterly clueless as to where this is going, glancing at Jin for help on whatever is conspiring in Taehyung's head. But he seems preoccupied in standing to the side, showcasing his good side to you. 

“You know, I never realized how much of a brick of ice Y/N is.” Hoseok mutters in defeat. 

Yoongi sighs. “Well, Taehyung tried.” 

“I’m just going to get back to work.” You inch away from them, gyrating back to your cubicle. Yoongi instantly looks back to his monitor and Hoseok looks down at the coffee in his hands. 

You direct a small smile to Yoongi, who can only overhear Taehyung and Jin bickering in the far corner. 

“What do I do now?!” 

“Go after her!” Taehyung proclaims, “You’ve seen Y/N, but has Y/N seen you?!” 

Jin nearly stumbles, taking his advice quickly as he makes his way over. He hurriedly leans against your cubicle, throwing on his most handsome expression ever and turning it up a couple of notches. 

“Y/N, darling, sweetheart,” He smoothly pronounces, “Lovely weather we’re having, hm?” 

Hoseok chokes on his coffee. Yoongi’s head whips around. 

You stare at Jin with the widest eyes ever. 

“Uh, I suppose…?” You awkwardly chuckle and Jin grows uneasy. 

It’s starting to create the opposite effect. Instead of you being madly in love with him, you’re just finding it downright bizarre. 

He holds your hands, eyes twinkling, “Has anyone told you that you’re incredibly lucky to be in the presence of a handsome man?” 

You quirk a playful brow up, “When he reminds you constantly of it, then yeah.” 

Before he can say anything else, you tiredly smile. “Listen, I’m not too sure what’s going on,” You tilt your head, eyeing Taehyung who looks incredibly guilty, “–but I really should get back to work.” 

Jin stares at you for a moment before letting out a low sigh. 

He for one, knows when to give up and call it a quits, the look in your eyes nowhere near mimicking the tender one he holds. Instead, it's the same one he’s used to seeing, and it doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon. 

He backs away altogether, noticing the sympathetic looks Yoongi and Hoseok hold. He softly smiles in their direction, before spinning around and heading back to his office.

The end of the day draws near and you prepare yourself to pack up your belongings. 

Your day today has been nothing short of completely odd. From Jin and Taehyung’s abrupt conversation with you, to Hoseok pestering you on not being so hard-headed, to even Yoongi bringing Jin up, saying that he’s a good guy and you should consider that. 

You’re simply confused on their opinions, wondering if there was something they were trying to tell you but were just being extremely indirect on it. You’ve dwelled on it longer than you would like, attempting to decipher they’re words like they were some type of code. 

Getting up with a sigh, you wonder if you should have a word with Jin about it before leaving. 

Once everything is packed, you spin on your heels, heading into the direction of his office. Secretary Moon greets you as always, insisting you take a seat and wait outside of the office before the CEO is done with his duties. 

“What do you mean the budget isn’t sufficient?” 

Your ears perk up, surprised to hear Jin’s voice. “It matches up with the revenue being produced and it’s the best way we can analyze gross profit.” 

“With all due to respect CEO Kim, it seems a bit unnecessary.” 

“It’s not unnecessary if your entire department has come across that conclusion.” 

You're shocked with the manner he was speaking in. You’ve seen him since his training periods, his attitude being way too laid back and playful at times. 

But he sounds angry now, like he was ready to tear apart the person in front of him. 

Leaning back, you catch a glimpse of him and another individual through the window – assuming the second person to be the head of Research and Development. 

“Look, this matter has been investigated and the Sales and Finance department has finalized it as well.” He plants his hands on his hips, speaking in a more sincere voice, “The well-being of the company should be the top priority right now and I believe it’s worth the risk.” 

The man before him deeply sighs before nodding – ultimately acknowledging that the CEO had the final say on these types of manners and had made up his mind. He quickly bows, before exiting the room. 

He whizzes by you and Jin follows out, form still tense and gaze serious as he watches the man leave. It’s only when his eyes find your form that he blanks for a moment, surprised to find you waiting for him. 

“Y-Y/N?” 

You blink wide-eyed, the transition taking you out a bit as you realize you’re gawking at him. A hue of pink scatters over your features and you awkwardly clear your throat. 

He walks up to you, kneeling down. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

Before you can respond, Secretary Moon cuts you off. 

“Mr. Kim, you need to–”

“I know I need to discuss this with the Board of Directors.” Jin chides a tad annoyed, before redirecting his attention back to you. 

You wonder if his eyes always held a tender look to him. “Sorry, I've got a lot going on here. If it’s important, do you mind waiting for me?” 

You immediately check your watch, “Oh, I was supposed to take Yuna out tonig–”

“Don’t worry about it then, I’ll find you tomorrow.” He warmly smiles, “Go spend some time with your sister.” 

You nod and he swivels around, talking back to Secretary Moon. It’s almost like a switch, his playful smile and sweet gaze gone within an instant as he gets back to talking about business. 

You wonder what happened to the person that waltzed into the office, being completely clueless and not bothering wanting to learn. You wonder when did he develop such a side to him, one that effortlessly slips into the shoes of being the CEO of the company. 

For once, your eyes attach onto his form. 

You can’t help but linger before leaving. 

[triglycercule]

How do you think the fandom somehow turned Horror into a really nice sweet guy who can practically do no wrong when his original counterpart is just such a fucking dickhead

ERUAGH this topic always intrigues me as a proud asshole horror truther BUT ALSO i love fanon horror too 💔💔 because for me i was "there" for the og years of horror's character getting turned into this total baby but i wasnt THERE THERE (aka here on tumblr because i didn't even know what tumblr was back in like 2016-17 💀)

so for me i can only guess. imo i think it was just a combination of flanderization & lack of canon knowledge PLUS the fact that the only info that was first known about horror himself was just from the flashgame (since all of chapter 1 of horrortale is about toriel and the ruins so by then horror's already got an established stereotype and image and people just dont read the comic enough to actually correct this). its just a bunch of layers of mischaracterization that quickly piled up and its packed TIGHTLY now in this current age

horror in the flash game is presented REALLY simply,,,, he's just this guy that taps on wood with a cleaver that kills you if you get too nosy or dont listen to papyrus and makes jokes about food. we dont know if he doesn't eat food at all yet since the panel establishing that horror hasnt eaten food in 7 years comes out in 2018 in pg44 💀 (and technically the hint that he hasn't eaten humans at all came out in pg33 but again making comic pages takes awhile and i know that horrortale's had its fair share of hiatuses thru the years,,,,) so this lack of knowledge about his hunger can ALREADY lead to the "foodie" trope that he has since he makes jokes about head dogs n stuff

the protective part can also be assumed by how he's always making sure that aliza plays along with papyrus's games and when we get later into chapter 2 and learn about snowdin that he also provides for everyone there by feeding them with humans. i always see people bringing up these arguments of how "OH WELL horror feeds everyone in horrortale and protects them from undyne so he'd do the same for others too!!!" well yeah sure but like,,,, he also feels incredibly guilty about the position that he's put them in and feels obligated to do that just because,,, MAYBE he'd provide for others like how he does in snowdin but REALLY? youre using the bare minimum of him providing BASIC FOOD AND PROTECTION as a way of justifying his protective tendencies??? i feel like that could work better (in a bad sanses context. because you always see this bullshit in nightmare's gang,,,,, (nightmare is a catalyst for bad characterization WHEN I CATCH YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU)) if his provider tendencies were given a more unique approach than just feeding them and stuff. horror wouldn't have the same attachment he had to snowdin with any of the gang so he wouldn't treat them the same or even similarly!!! AT ALL!!!!! oops i got sidetracked BUT ANYWAYS

and then for the big bear giant thing where people make him 3x the size he normally is (WHICH IS PEAK KEEP DOING IT,,,,,, epaugh small dust big horror would be the second only thing to put me to death if i was 95 and on my deathbed. right after any mtt fanart poly or not) i feel like just came from the simple idea of Big=Scary because idk megalophobia or smth. like people saw him and maybe horror was too much of a kicked puppy to be scary in their eyes so people were like lets size him up!! i do remember seeing a post where the reason why people hced horror was big was bc all his limited magic was put into sustaining his body and thats why his bones are thick but that just like,,,,, doesn't make sense to me. like even animals here on EARTH with normal diets have limited growth capacity simply because a larger body means more sustenance for it so why would he be bigger if that would just make him hungrier??? nevertheless I STILL LOVE DISPROPORTIONATELY BIG HORROR but unfortunately it does contribute to fanon horror 💔💔💔

this fandom is notorious for not reading canon info too sooo,,,, LIKE I SAID it was a mix of lack of canon info + horrortale being underdeveloped + flanderization of his basic traits which were then amplified when people came up with hcs for this flanderized version of horror and not his canon one. i mean you gotta be honest that fanon versions of characters will almost ALWAYS be easier to make fun jokes and art and writing of just bc of the fact that they are simpler!! almost all of the utmv au characters have this trait where their fanon version is a really really REALLY simplified/flanderized version of themselves which like,,,, you go you! just make sure to read horrortale pls :3 its peak fiction pls :3 the comic is so fire :3 the gore isnt really that graphic (in my opinion) you might be able to stomach it :3

[charlie-lynchs]

Rizzles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli x Maura Isles

Rizzles x daughter!reader

Warnings⚠️: Blood, weapons

POV: the daughter of Detective Jane Rizzoli and Dr. Maura Isles gets kidnapped and hurt during a case of theirs.

Name: Margret “Mag or Maggie” Rizzoli (she only got Janes name)

Age: 17 years old

Third Person POV:

Maggie sits at the dinner table still half asleep. Her mother Maura stands in the kitchen preparing breakfast and lunch wide awake. “Did you check your blood sugar level, honey?” Maura asked still focused on the cooking. “Yeah Mom I was over, but I pumped Insulin” Maggie mumbled. “Ok good.” Maura answered looking up with a smile. “Morning everyone” Jane walks in taking the coffee from Maura kissing her passionately. “Guys I’m still here.” Maggie groan laying her head in the table. Jane just smirks takes her own and Maggies plate and walks towards the table. “Oh come on Mags. You will have that to one day” Jane said kissing her on the forehead. She puts the plate in front of her and starts eating. “Thanks but I’m not hungry” Maggie said pushing the plate away. “You’re not leaving this house before ate something. We don’t want to pick you up at the hospital again.” Maura said sitting down too. Maggie sat at the head of the table and Maura & Jane on her left and right. This order exists since she was born. Maggie still doesn’t touch her food. Jane sighs before talking. “Don’t make me push the food down your throat Mags.” She said looking at her with her detective glare. Jane always called her Mags because she found it better than Maggie. Maggie just threw her hands in the air and started to eat. After a while she looked at her watch. “Shit I’m going to be late when I don’t leave.” she exclaimed standing up. “Language.” Jane said looking at her. “Do you want me to drive you?” Maura asked. “No I’ll take my bike but thanks. Bye.” Maggie said hugging both of them.

Jane always hated hugs but when they came from Maura or Maggie she enjoyed them. Maggie walks out the door closing behind her. “This is now the third time she didn’t want to eat her breakfast. It starts to get very suspicious.” Maura exclaimed looking at Maggies plate that still had half on it. “Maybe she’s just not a breakfast type. She never was.” Jane taking her hand. “But she needs it. Her blood sugar.” Maura said. “It’s ok.” she tried calming her wife down. Both their phones start ringing. They answer it and of course there is a murder.

Same Time at Boston High School Maggie outside of the school with her friend Lisa just chilling. They start walking to their class using a shortcut outside of the building. Walking around a corner suddenly there laid a girl from their year. “Oh my god!” Lisa screamed. Maggie got down to her knees. “Hello? Can you wake up for me?” Maggie said shaking the girl. “Call 911, Lisa. Tell them there is a dead body.” Maggie said after checking for a pulse. She knew her mothers would come after all her school was in their sector. After 15 min Det. Rizzoli and Dr. Isles both arrived at the crime scene. Frank waited for them. “What do we got?” Jane asked looking at her brother. “17 year old female. Name is Mary Goodwin. Cause of death is your job.” Frost said. Maura starts examining the body and Jane inspects the scene. “Pretty offside the campus. Who found the body?” She asked looking at Frost. “Two students but you’re not going to like who.” Frost said turning around. Jane and Maura looked and saw their 17 year old daughter standing there with her best friend. Jane just looked at Maura having a full conversation with their eyes. Jane starts walking towards Maggie. “Mags, are you ok?” Jane said pulling her into a hug. “Yeah I’m fine. Something else with her.” Maggie said pointing at Lisa, who looked still very pale. Jane sat both them down. “Did you know her?” she asked sitting across of them so she faces them. “Not directly, she is, well was in our year. We never talked.” Maggie explained and Lisa just nods. “Okay, what were you doing here.” she asked with a calm voice. “It’s a shortcut to the gym. Every senior takes it.” Maggie said. “Only seniors?” Jane questioned. “Yeah juniors and freshman know it but they’re not aloud to walk there.” Lisa answered this time. “Okay thank you. I will finish up over there with your mom and then I will drop you off at home, on our way to the precinct.“ Jane said standing up. “No Ma, it‘s fine I will take my bike.“ Maggie said. “Sweetie I don’t know. What you saw was you know a lot” Jane said hesitantly if she should let her go. “I’ll be fine, I mean Lisa drives with me for the most of the way and it’s not the first time I’ve seen a dead body.” Maggie shrugs. “Ok, it happend one time that I forgot to look after you and that you walked inside the morgue wasn’t my fault. You and your mom have to get over it.” Jane said pointing her finger. “fine. Go but text me when you’re home.” Jane said walking away.

Arriving back at the crime scene, everyone went quiet. “What’s going on?” Jane asked confused. “Jane the victim was killed in very specific way.” Maura started to explain. “She was killed with a scalpel, a precise cut on the throat. Hands and legs show signs of tug tape. She was shocked on the side of her ear.” Maura explained with every sentence Jane got paler. “No it can’t be. I killed him.” Jane said. “Maybe a copy cat?” Frost asked. “No we didn’t give the media the details. Maybe he had another student?” Maura said. “Bring her to the station.” Jane said.

At the same time, Lisa and Maggie were on their way home with their bikes. When they were in a valley with many people a white van made a stop and cut them off. Two men jumped out and carried them into the van. They tried to fight but there was no chance. One of the men took Maggie’s backpack and took out the insulin. Then he threw out backpack and phones of both of them. At the police station everyone was working to find out who the killer is. They knew it wasn’t Hoyt but someone he knew.

“Guys I got some news.” Frost said walking in. “Hoyt had a son.” He said laying a file down. “What? No file said that about him.” Jane exclaimed. “Because the mother didn’t write him on the birth certificate. But he raised him, the mother was mentally unstable and killed herself 12 years ago. He could’ve taught him everything.” Frost explained. “Maybe he wants revenge?” Maura said. Everyone looked at her confused. “Remember at whose school the girl was, in whose year.” Maura said. “He is after Maggie.” Frost said. Maura and Jane just looked at each other and jumped up. Jane pulled out her phone calling her. Of it went to the voicemail. “It goes directly to voicemail.” Jane said panicking. Frost already run to check the video tape from school to her home. “Guys have a look at this.” They walk in the room and see the video tape of them being thrown into a van. “Oh god.” Maura said starting to cry. Jane just watched the screen speechless. “Now one thing caught my eye. They thrown out her friend. I already sent uniforms out to search for her. But it’s clear that he doesn’t want money. He wants revenge for his father.” Frost said. “Even after his death he haunts me.” Jane said. Maura laid arm around her. “We are going to find her.” She said kissing Janes cheek.

Maggie woke up in a room that looks like a basement. Given the pictures hanging on the wall she knew she was the target for a long time. Then a door opened and a man walked down the stairs. He was in 40s. “So Hoyt got a son?” Maggie said looking at the man. “Wow got a lot in that brain of yours. Just like your mother’s.” the man said grinning. “Quentin Hoyt. To your services.” He bowed down. “Normally the kidnapper shouldn’t introduce himself to the victim.” Maggie said. “Oh yes, but you are not going to get out of here.” he said, he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out the devise that Maggie uses to test her blood sugar. He throws it at her. “Test it.” He said. Maggie was confused but obliged. “150.” She said looking at him. Without a word he gets out an injection and put the needle inside of her. Maggie realised he wanted her alive, possibly to torture her.

“We found her backpack.” Frost said walking in with a blue backpack. “Nothing is missing except her insulin injections.” He said laying the backpack down on Janes desk. “But that’s a good sign. He wants her alive.” Jane said fighting her tears again.

At the same time Maggie lays on the ground and Quentin above her. She had bruises and cuts on her face and body. “First step we are doing the exact same thing my old man did to your mother.” he said with a psycho grin. He takes a scalpel and stabs him in her right hand. Then he rips it out. Suddenly the door bursts open and many police officers run in followed by Jane and Frost. Quentin jolts up, he picks up Maggie and holds the scalpel against her throat. “Quentin take the scalpel down, it’s over.” Jane yelled. “Yeah it’s over. This is for my dad.” He says and stabs the scalpel into Maggie’s stomach. Frost shoots him and he falls to the ground. Jane sprints to the side of her daughter. “Hey baby. Stay with me.” she said while her voice his cracking. She puts pressure on the wound. “Maggie! Oh god” Maura screamed running in. „Come on Mags stay with us.“ was the last thing she heard before she passed out given the blood she lost. Soon the ambulance arrived and Maggie was carried in to the car. Her mothers not letting go of her hand the whole way to the hospital.

She was rolled into surgery immediately to handle the stab wound in her stomach and hand. When she was rolled into her room her mothers were by her side. The doctor walked in, still in scrubs. “I come with good news. She is going to be fine. We were able to stop the bleeding and repair all organs that were injured.“ he said. “What about the hand?“ Jane asked looking at Maggie‘s hand. “She will have full movement back but a scar was not avoidable” he said. “When will she wake up?” Maura asked. Jane already sat down at der daughter’s side holding the healthy hand. “That is up to your daughter, she lost a lot of blood.” the doctor said. Maura thanked him and he left. “It’s all my fault.” Jane said not looking away from Maggie. “I shouldn’t have let her leave alone.” she said. “Jane no. He would have gone after her no matter where.” Maura Said taking her wives hand. “She is alive and you found out where he hid her.” she keeps on talking.

The next 3 days were long for them. Both of them stayed at the room only leaving when Frost or Korsak force them to take a shower or go eat something real in the cafe. Right now both of them were asleep Maura on the chair on her right and Jane on the left holding her hand. Her head lying on the mattress. Frost and Korsak sitting at the table in front of the bed.

Light. That is the first thing she sees when opening her eyes slowly. She felt pressure on her left hand like someone holding it and pain on her right. She slowly can make out what is in the room. She sees Frost and Korsak reading newspaper in front of her and her mom sitting on her right. She moves slightly in her bed so she can see better. Frost and Korsak hear the movement and look to her. They stand up and smile at her. Maggie slowly presses Janes hand to wake her up. “What? What happened?” she jolts up from her sleep. She turns to the bed and starts smiling. “Sweetie you’re awake.” Jane said cupping her face. Frost wakes up Maura during that. “Oh baby you’re back” she said with a smile. “What happened?” she asked not remembering everything from that night. “Your amazing mother over there found out where he hid you, when we arrived he already stabbed a scalpel through your right hand.” Korsak starts to explain because her mothers are focused on her, but who can blame them? “When we burst through the door he held a scalpel to your throat and then stabbed it into your stomach, but he is dead. Your mother shot him.” he finished his explanation. “And what happened with him?” Maggie asked. “He is with his father. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Maura said this time.

After a few more weeks, Maggie was released from the hospital. She still was not aloud to run or do any kind of rush movement. Maggie didn’t care about that she is just happy that she can sleep in her own bed again. Maura fills out the papers while Jane and Maggie sit down and wait. The wound on her hand already healed and the scar same as her mother’s showed itself. Maggie took her hand without even realising it, rubbing her finger over the scar sometimes she felt them. “I can’t tell you the feeling goes away.” Jane said noticing the movement. “But your mom and I will help you.” Jane said taking her right hand and pressing a kiss on the scar. Maggie didn’t know why but it felt good. Maura walked to them. “Let’s get you home.” She said smiling. Jane helped Maggie up and supported her while walking. Maura gets the car and Maggie sits herself in the backseat, well with a little help.

When they open the door, Maggie is hit with a “Surprise!” from her entire family. To be honest she was exhausted but still appreciated it. They eat as a family and she goes upstairs to sleep. In the middle of the night she jolts up sweating, so she makes her way to her mothers bedroom. She opens the door and positions herself between her mothers. Both of them turn around to face her and lay a protective arm around her. “We got you.” Maura said. “Always.” Jane ended the sentence and they fall asleep as a family.

The End

Credit to of my two friends, anonymous and Katrin, they helped me with names for the characters.

Again I'm not english, Sorry for any mistakes

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We start with an execution of a 16 year old warlock 

Is the hood really necessary?

There has got to be something better than just execution or the doom 

Can Harry punch Merlin as well? Harry saved the day with killing Corpsetaker and stopping Cowl and it gets thrown back in his face 

Merlin seriously bought a warlock all the way from presumably South Korea to Chicago to have Harry watch that’s incredibly petty 

I’m glad both Harry and Ebenezar know about the traitor and are doing something about it 

I like Ebenezar’s Scottish accent creeping in his speech

Oh uh black magic is afoot 

No Harry, Ebenezar is trying to make amends go to lunch together 

Lasciel appears yay!

Ha Harry made Lasciel wear a seatbelt 

Aw Harry’s avoiding Michael :(

Oh no someone hit Harry with a car 

Oh Harry is good at lying not sure if that’s good or bad 

“All lean muscle, sculpted and well formed” pg. 58 Bi Harry 23

Thomas! 

“Because guys don’t do it like that” pg. 60 Harry that’s stupid talk to Thomas 

Fix! 

Billy got married?!? When was this?

“None of the evil geniuses I ever worked for could have handled something like this” pg. 72 Harry is smart as Little Chicago sounds complicated 

Little Chicago is really cool 

Molly’s in jail why is Molly in jail? What did she do? 

Hey Harry (and Jim) could maybe please tone down the description of Molly please 

Why does Molly’s boyfriend kinda sound like Harry appearance wise? Or am I reading too much into it?

Molly’s what 17? Why isn’t she living with her parents? Why isn’t she in school? Did she run away? 

Molly got full named 

Charity stop with the animosity with Harry 

Charity maybe don’t say your daughter looks like a savage 

“Possession. Marijuana and Ecstasy” pg. 122 Ha Molly had Molly (Ecstasy) Those drugs aren’t that bad. I’m with Michael parenting wise

“Professional Wizard Incinerates Amateur Vampire. News at 10” pg. 131 Harry this is probably a trauma response please go get therapy or talk to your friends 

“Actually I do,” I said. “I make fun of almost everything” pg. 133 Ha

“I would be coming down on the same side of the situation as Charity, which might be one of the signs of the apocalypse.” pg. 134 Ha 

Rawlins! 

“Believe me. I know burning buildings.” pg. 144 Ha and yes Harry knows burning buildings incredibly well 

So the bad guy came in and out through NeverNever is what I’m guessing maybe they were fae? 

Murphy! I’ve missed you 

Killing somebody must really eat you up inside 

“What if I grow into some kind of monster? One who takes life without consideration for anything but his own will. Who cares more about end than means. More about might than right. What if this is the first step?” pg. 175 No Harry you’re not monster 

“Painfully obvious, sometimes” pg. 176 Yep

“If we ever did get together, I’d kill you inside a week” pg. 177 it’s both funny and painful knowing that they’ll get together and then Murphy will died

No Harry take your duster knowing your luck you’ll need it 

Do bring Mouse because he’s wonderful 

“Mouse isn’t big. He’s compactly challenged” pg. 186 Ha

I’d be nice if Harry could actually use new technology and not short circuit it 

“Karrie Murphy” pg. 190 Karrie?!? It’s like when Ebenezar calls Harry Hoss

Is Molly magic? Is she doing gray or black magic? Is she a warlock? Cause Mouse’s reactions to her are sus. Like he can detect evil and he’s acting like Molly is bad. Maybe she hasn’t done anything too bad so Mouse isn’t on all out attack yet. Harry should really listen to Mouse. Maybe she’s all the black magic that’s happening? As I’m not sure if the council would know about nonhuman beings performing black magic. That brings into question some stuff with Harry, Justin, and papa Raith. Why would Molly do Black magic? It's bad? Maybe she doesn’t know? 

“Worse, there were what looked like almost like burn marks on her temples

-small, black, neat holes, as if someone had board a hot needle through the skin and skull beneath.” pg. 195 Ok so probably Molly has mind magic cause that’s too precise to be from an attack and she’s been hopefully trying to help her friends not be addicted to drugs cause you don’t become sober in two weeks from heroin that girl should definitely be having withdrawals. But mind magic is a big no no in terms of the laws. And you know it's ethically bad. I feel like even not knowing the Laws Molly should know better than to do mind magic as the media hasn’t presented mind control as good. Does she know the laws? Surely not or she wouldn’t meddle with mind magic. Can she do other magic? Can talent just pop up? Harry’s mom was magic so it seems like it can pass down? So maybe Michael or Charity could do magic at some point but not now as Harry’s touched them before and he didn’t mention anything magic. Maybe it has something to do with Michael being magic adjacent to being a knight. Or maybe Charity used to do magic. Harry hasn’t had a handshake with Molly yet. Last time Harry saw Molly she was 14 back in Death Mask and she didn’t have magic then. When does magic come up? Puberty? When did Harry’s magic come up? This is all under the assumption that she has magic. So many questions and theories and wild guessing

“Sir” pg. 203 Harry called Pell sir? I thought he only called Ebenezar sir? Maybe it’s just old men that Harry respects that get called sir?

“Thing is. That was the only damn movie ever scared me” pg. 204 Interesting 

“It’s a spiritual entity that feeds on fear. It attacks in order to scare away people, and feeds on that emotion” pg. 205 Spooky 

“You take too much responsibility on yourself, Harry. You’re just one man, but you're still only human” pg. 207 aw :( Harry needs to not take so much responsibility.

“This is what happens when I don’t wear the coat” I opined “People start thinking I’m not a superhero” pg. 207 Ha

“You can’t be everywhere at once. You can’t stop all the bad things that are going to happen” 

“Doesn’t mean people shouldn’t try” I said 

“Maybe. But you take it personal. You tear yourself up over it. Like with that girl just now”  pg. 207 Harry really does follow Peter Parker

“I just can’t stand it. I can’t stand seeing people get hurt like that. I hate it” pg. 208 

Yep

Aw Thomas is leaving:(

Why does Maeve know Harry hasn’t been with anyone?

“Technically? When I killed Aurora” pg. 235 Well Harry’s correct 

“When I’d defeated Aurora, there had been a healthy chunk of luck involved.” pg. 236 Well there saw some skill involved 

What did Maeve do at Billy and Georgia’s wedding?

“These mortal notions,” said Maeve “Good, Evil, love. All those other things your kind natter on about. Are they perhaps contagious” pg. 240 Interesting idea humanity is infecting 

 Rich is here boo 

Butters mentioned!

“Crane was a surprisingly good-looking man” pg. 252 Bi Harry 24

“He turned that dazzling smile on Murph” pg. 256 Bi Harry 25

“He recognized too, I felt famous” pg. 258 Oh he’s a supernatural

“Go read the yellow pages in your room. I’m in  there. Under Wizard” pg. 258 Ha

“Greene was an ass” pg. 271 Couldn’t agree more 

So they’re illegally interrogating Molly a minor without her parents there shame on them 

I want Rich and Greene fired 

What would Sam Vimes say? 

What’ll happen when Murphy finds out?

Why doesn’t Harry have a conceal carry license? 

“Would it kill you to stop being an asshole for five minutes, Rich?” pg. I think it might actually kill him  

Huh I thought Murph would be madder

“But any child of mine would inherit more than my eyes and killer chin” 

“Any child of mine would be bound to inherit some of my enemies, and worse maybe some of my allies” pg. 283 aw :( poor Harry 

“I didn’t follow her right away

She didn’t look back 

Stab

Twist 

God, I love being a wizard” pg. 284 ouch 

“One of these days, you’re gonna have to tell me what you did to make Mab want to kill you” pg. 289 What did Bob do?

“Even knights can die, Molly. Shiro did. It could happen to Michael too.” pg. 294 ouch more pain 

Bob please stop talking about Molly like that I’m begging you 

“Bob is my little creep, and the only one who gets to call him names is me.” pg. 298 Ha

“That boyfriend Nelson bears quite the striking physical resemblance to you” pg. 298 What. I was joking before. It was supposed to be a weird tin foil theory. I wasn’t supposed to right. 

Bob and Lasciel better be wrong about Harry and Molly I swear

I like it when Harry performs magic. Interesting descriptions 

“But imagining invisible perpetrators or hidden conspiracies veers pretty close to paranoia” pg. 302 Murphy, Harry’s a bit paranoid 

“It’s only paranoia if I’m wrong” pg. 303 Ha

I like it when Harry gets technical when he talks about magic; he's such a magic nerd!

“The universe conspired against me” pg. 307 Ha and yes Jim is definitely out to get Harry

“Charity introduced my chin to her right hook” pg. 307 Ouch 

“I’ve had an incident or two with involving buildings and fire” pg. 323 Ha 

“She’s dead” pg. 329 oh no 

I’m not sure if Harry let the phage go he would have been able to save the girl

MOUSE! I know he’ll live but poor got hit a car that’s got to hurt

“Your head must be as hard as everyone says” pg. 341 Ha and yes Harry indeed have a hard head

“As tall and dark and handsome as you please” pg. 341 Bi Harry 26 

“You’re siphoning my noble hero vibe” I told him “Cease and desists or I’ll sue” pg. 345 Ha

“So who’s going to pony up for one Harry Dresden, slightly used?” pg. 346 Ha

“I suddenly felt cold, all over.

I was captured by the Red Court once. Held in the dark by a crowd of hissing, monstrous shapes.

They did things.

There was nothing, I could do about it.

I still had nightmares to remind me 

Not every night, maybe, but often enough. 

Often enough.” pg. 346 Poor Harry :( This doesn’t help the implications. Harry describes some truly terrible and awful things and the fact that he doesn’t with what happened to him is telling. It makes sense to me as it can take people time to come to terms with the fact that they were victims. Harry not being able to speak about it other than saying they did things to him adds to it. 

“That the White Council’s unyielding policy is one of nonnegotiation with terrorist” pg. 347 Boo white council 

“No unacceptable. A numbered account only. I don’t trust those people on PayPal” pg. 347 Who is trying to buy Harry on eBay? Is it Marcone? I bet it’s Marcone because that’ll be funny. This is my head cannon 

“Are you selling me eBay?” pg. 347 Ha

“There are too many blondes in your life, my host” pg. 348 Ha

The Full Moon Garage is there no other creepy warehouse in Chicago? Do the villains have a time share on this place? Out of the warehouse you choose this one? 

Thomas to the rescue! 

“I’ll not surrender this prize” pg. 368 Harry isn’t a prize to be bought >:(

“My dog was alright. Maybe my eyes misted up a little.” pg. 373 Aw Mouse is ok 

“And the expensive puddle of water instantly froze into a sheet of glittering ice” pg. 390 so cool that Harry used a fire spell to freeze something 

“Hell you think I’m going to walk into one of your patented Harry Dresden anarchy-gasm without all the protection I can get” pg. 392 Ha

Thomas took part in the Wild Hunt

What why would Molly be behind the phage? 

Oh no the other kids :(

Charity is scary 

“I never look good” pg. 409 True

“He rapped his knuckles gently with my own” pg. 410 Yeah fist bump 

“It is beautiful here” pg. 412 Lasciel having doubts 

“Sometime in the Mesozoic Era” pg. 410 Ha

Nelson has the same wounds as Rosie 

“How long has it been since you’ve used your magic?” pg. 424 I was right?!? My theory was correct?

“Wardens got wind of it” pg. 427 More questions about the White Council 

So Michael saved Charity from a dragon cool

Michael doesn’t know!?! Why didn’t Charity tell him? This is a big secret to keep from your husband 

“I was setting an example to Molly of everything Charity wanted her to avoid” pg. 429 that’s not Harry’s fault 

I feel like this whole conflict could have been avoided if people were open and honest with each other. Communication 

“I think she used magic to invade their minds” pg. 430 I’D LIKE TO STOP BEING CORRECT NOW. 

I’d like to be wrong about Molly and magic please 

“There’s a child out there who needs me. I’d rather die than let her down. I’m doing the spell, period. So fuck off.” pg. 448 So cool 

“Murmuring a stream of faux Latin” pg. 449 So Harry uses Latin for his spells. But the White Council speaks Latin. Does Elaine also speak spells in Latin? Why would Justin let them speak in Latin when the White Council also speaks Latin? 

Yay Little Chicago worked

“Then I turned on Murphy and gave her a jubilant kiss on the mouth.” pg. 460 Yay!

“Hey Murph” I said “Look at that zeppelin” pg. 477 Ha

 “So, like a crazed loner with more death wish than survival instincts” pg. 480 Ha

“I don’t care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching-they are your family.

And they were my heroes” pg. 492 So cool

“I’d done worst in the past with both Justin DoMure and Ebenezar” pg. 497 I’m questioning both of your teaching methods 

“I’m starting to think that maybe I’m getting a little bit out of my depth here” pg. 500 Ha

“I mean, God, you are dense sometimes. Are you just now noticing this, Harry?” pg. 500 Ha

Oh someone attacked Mab’s fortress with Hellfire

So many bones

“How about a little fire Scarecrow” pg. 531 Cool

Is Mab just torturing Slad till Harry becomes the Winter Knight? Slad seemed happy that Harry had come to supposedly kill him. Maybe that’s how Winter knight get chosen kill the previous one. If Harry does kill Slad I’d view it more as a mercy kill at this point. Put the man out of his misery 

Oh no Lea 

She doesn’t seem herself. Is she possessed? Is that why she tried to usurp Mab? 

“Why all of Winter, child. All of us” pg. 543 Oh no

“Then give me the sword and I’ll do it myself. I’m not leaving her.” pg. 544 aw :) Harry care about Lea

Well Lea is definitely possessed 

“I can’t sleep well any night I haven’t inflicted a little property damage” pg. 555 Ha 

“She’d avoided direct contact before” pg. 568  Like with the first wife from Blood Rites 

“But I won that little blue ribbon. I still have it back at home” pg. 570 aw :)

I feel like how their magic showed what their proficiency is. With Molly it’s mind/illusions with Harry it’s more external changes wind/fire physical 

“I had this problem where I gave a lot of lip to older kids. And teachers. And pretty much everyone else who tried to intimidate me, whether or not it was for my own good” pg. 570 Ha 

Why didn’t Molly talk to Harry when her magic turned up? He’s a friend of the family and an actual wizard who helps people

“But I thought maybe I could help her. With magic. Like you” pg. 573 Hooboy is right 

Molly please take responsibility for your actions 

“Her talent was not a modest one” pg. 575 Maybe I’m just not getting this but does this mean Molly has a lot of power or not a lot? 

I take it Harry is going to take Molly under his wing and him and Molly will be under the Doom. That would mean Harry has been under the Doom twice. Has that ever happened to any other wizard? 

Soul Gaze time 

Molly’s soul was interesting 

Charity isn’t going to like this chat 

“We just haven’t had one of them one in ten or twelve years” pg. 598 I assume the last trial was Harrys 

“You sound familiar with this situation.

I smiled a little. “Intimately.” pg. 601 Yep must have been scary for Harry

“Morgan got within about twenty feet of the Red King himself” pg. 607 cool

“So the Merlin holds them by default. And he doesn’t like me. He’d cast the vote to condemn her just to spite me” pg. 609 WHAT KIND OF KANGAROO COURT NONSENSE IS THIS?!? This can’t be legal, no wonder the council doesn’t have many people who keep killing potential wizards. When most of your jury is unavailable then you reschedule. Who decides if a person has gone too far? Does the accused have a lawyer? Will the trial be in a language that everyone knows? Why does Merlin get to cast votes for the others? The judge shouldn’t preside over the trial if there’s a conflict of interest. Molly is 17 and didn’t know the laws. This is a terrible system. This can’t possibly carry out justice. Why is there only two options: execution of prohibition with a death sentence hanging over their heads? Surely there can be other options. You’re telling me that in these hundreds of years wizards haven’t built a prison besides Deamonreach to hold  warlocks? Or use the anti magic handcuffs. 

“The Reds had to find a way to draw off some of our heavies and they found it. Luccio’s boot camp” pg. 607 The wardens have a boot camp?

“Some terrified corner of my brain had noted that so long as the hood was over my face, I wasn’t a person. I was only a creature, a statistic and one that was a potential threat at that. It would be far easier to pass and mete out a death sentence when one did not have to look at the face of the damned” pg. 612 Yep that’s why the hood is a bad idea. This doesn’t happen in an actual court of law

“If I fought the White Council’s justice” pg. 614 This isn’t justice 

Gatekeeper! Here to the rescue 

“He beckoned the Council secretary, a dried-up old spider of man named Peabody, and put his head together with the old man in a whispered conference” pg. 622 Why are Peabody and Merlin talking? Why do they need to talk? What does the scribe for the White Council need to talk to Merlin about? Peabody wasn’t part of the investigation. He didn’t look at the victims or soul gaze at Molly. Why is he talking to Merlin? To sway him to kill Molly? 

“He’d planned on undermining me with Latin from the moment he heard about the concave” pg. 616 I repeat this isn’t justice this is petty spiteful vengeance nothing more

“If it hasn’t faded into a blur of senility” pg. 624 Ha 

“But when it comes to the Council sitting self-righteous, arrogant judgment over a young wizard who made an honest mistake, I believe I have more experience than anyone in this room” pg. 626 Ha and yes Harry is the black sheep of the White Council 

“In the past three years the Council has tried and condemned more warlocks than in the past twenty. Children who are raised in societies that do not believe in magic suddenly inherit powers they could hardly imagined, and certainly cannot control. They have no support. No training. No one to warn them of the consequences or the dangers of their actions” pg. 626 Preach

“For Gods sake, wizards, if we are to survive this war, we need all the talent we can get” pg. 627 Yep 

“I’d beaten the Merlin. He knew it. 

And he hated it.” pg. 628 Suck it Merlin 

“My words slowed him, he froze in place for a terrible heartbeat” pg. 631 Interesting it seems that Harry got through to Morgan 

“Stand aside, Dresden. Please” pg. 631 Oh Morgan being polite to Harry 

Yay the rest of the Council has arrived 

“Michael came in” pg. 634 Yay! Michael to the rescue 

“If you’re right” I said, “you still get to kill the girl” 

“Merlin glanced at me. “True,” he said. “And you with her.” pg. 636 Why doesn’t Merlin like Harry or Molly? Surly he’s been in charge long enough that this isn’t the first time someone has beaten him. And surely Harry isn’t the first black sheep of the Council. Surly Harry isn’t he first to question or define his authority so why does Merlin not like Harry and Molly? Is he worried someone will try to challenge his rule and or try to and take his position as leader

“In short: I’d become a politician” pg. 638 Ha 

“I thought to myself, hey, it would be great time for one of the Knights of the Cross to show up, eh?” I shook my head “It didn’t work out that way” pg. 642 But Butters came does it matter if he’s not a knight yet he came 

Charity should tell Michael that she had magic

“She’s got real talent” pg. 643 So Molly dose have a great deal of power or talent 

“Greater love hath no man,” he said quietly. “Nothing I can say would enough. She’s my daughter, Harry. Thank you” pg. 643 aw :)

“Not the Merlin of the Council. Merlin. The original” pg. 645 So cool the similarities between the Merlin original and Harry

“Like they did with Shiro” pg. 646 aw :( 

“I certainly have no intention of an early retirement” pg. 646 Well you’ll get it whether you like it or not

Yes Harry talk to Michael 

Michael knew about Lasciel?!? You couldn’t have told Harry this sooner? 

“Walk away from your magic,” he said. “Forsake it. Forever”

“Fuck that” pg. 651 Yeah I would have a similar reaction. I don’t know what Michael was expecting. Harry’s life is magic he’s been training and using it for decades. It’s a part of him at this point. He loves magic. He’s a magic nerd.

“If that happens,” I told him, and my voice was a dry whisper, “I want you to” pg. 653 Real friends will kill each other if they go to the dark guy

“And hungry. No one has touched you in a very long time” pg. 660 Why do people keep commenting on Harry not having a sex it’s none of their business 

NOPE delete do not go there back up you two this will not happen

“But that stopped once I picked up the pitcher of ice water from the mantle and dumped it over her head” pg. 662 Ha 

“This isn’t going to happen” pg. 662  Good it shouldn’t ever happen 

Oh so Molly had a crush on Dresden 

“It’s trite but true that a lot of young women look for men who reminds them of their dad. Your dad fights monsters. I fight monsters. Your dad rescued your mom from a dragon. I rescued you from Arcrtus Tor. Seeing a the pattern here” pg. 664 Well that is a pattern 

“That you’re both stiffened necked idiots” pg. 673 Ha Thomas is such a Harry/Murphy shipper

“I’m proud of you, boy.” 

“Something inside of me melted” pg. 679 Aw my heart :) I think Harry needed to hear that

I love that Ebenezar vouched for Harry at his trial. I love that Harry and Ebenezar are rebuilding their relationship. I adore their relationship. It was a good ending :) 

Final thoughts 

I liked the fights. Now onto some of my issues with the White Council. Did they not know that a member of theirs Justin turned into a warlock when he enthralled Elaine and did they not notice that Justin sent a monster from outside reality. Did the White Council not know about Harry and Elaine as they don’t seem to know Elaine exists and Harry never mentions wearing an apprentice robe or going to their headquarters or boot camp. No one seemed to have stopped by to check in on Justin at any point during Harry’s apprenticeship. Are there no regulations or oversight when it comes to apprenticeship? This all just reminds me of bad homeschooling where the parents take the kids out of school to isolate them and abuse them. Continuing with the isolation, Harry's magic uses Latin. The White Council uses Latin surely if Justin actually cared he’d have advised against it. Justin could have encouraged Harry to have his spells in Latin as a way to make sure he wouldn’t be able to talk to the White Council if he escaped him. That could be why his Latin is so bad. Are we sure Justin didn’t just kidnap Harry? I’m going to need some paperwork as a young orphan in foster care is an easy target. Onto other parts of the book because we’ll be here all day if a rant about my issues with the White Council. We had 4 Bi Harry moments up to 26 on the counter. I didn’t like being right about Molly and magic. I still don’t really get why Molly didn’t go to Harry when she got magic but I’ve never had a teenage crush before so I can’t relate. The things between Harry and Molly better stay platonic. I’m mad Bob and Lasciel were right. I can’t wait to see the apprenticeship. Hopefully I’ll learn more about Harry’s own apprenticeship through how he teaches Molly. I didn’t like more implications about Harry and Bianca’s party. I thought the trial was a joke, it was truly terrible.  I’d like to add that the White Council’s methods might have worked in the before times when people believed in magic and there weren’t so many people. But now people don’t believe in magic. There’s 7.8 billion people alive and with the Masquerade and the secretly of the White Council this is going to keep happening. The Council needs to get with the times and change and progress. Or start over. Or something else comes along that’s better. They have to get the word out to kids with magic. Harry has the right idea being in the phone book. The White Council wrote books on magic so they’re not opposed to writing books. Have them write a “fiction” book about the signs and laws of so if any of the magic kids read it they’ll have a better idea. They shouldn’t be worried about the Masquerade or the muggles they don’t believe in magic. Or have apprentices or a low level practitioner set up a website. Because right now they’re losing kids to the dark side out of ignorance of magic and the Laws and as far as I can see they’re not helping. Onto the next book!

[she-karev]

Maya’s Baby Shower (Maya x Carina Sweet Imagine)

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Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Two

Fandom: Station 19

Ship: Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

Canon Episode: After Season 20 Episode 10 and After Station 19 Series Finale

AN: Happy Pride guys! I wasn’t completely sure how far apart Maya and Carina’s pregnancies were, but their daughters looked about four maybe five years apart in the flashforward so I’m doing a guesstimate. Now enjoy this one shot with Maya as the pregnant woman of honor.

Summary: Maya has a surprise baby shower hosted by Carina at the station.

Words: 2518

June 17, 2028

Maya walks inside the barn with Liam and Andrea holding them as they go inside hand in hand. The four-year-old duo look around their mother’s workplace in awe since they spend most of the workday in the day care at Grey Sloan.

The reason for this visit was for Maya to fill out some maternity leave paperwork Andy said came in for her. Maya stretches her neck already feeling tired from being heavily pregnant and more exhausted than most pregnant women due to already raising two kids.

When Liam and Andrea finally finished potty training Carina brought up the idea of them having another baby. Maya was onboard because she could see how much Carina yearned for a big family and Maya was more than happy to bring more love into their lives. This time Maya was gonna carry and be implanted with a sperm from the catalog at the clinic like Carina last time.

Now Maya is six months pregnant with their third child and can see why Carina was so cranky near the end. She chalked it up to hormones and overreacting but now she can see it was because her wife was uncomfortable 24/7. But Maya wouldn’t trade this feeling of discomfort for anything else because she knows without it a healthy baby wouldn’t be growing inside her.

“Okay guys we’re gonna go see your auntie and uncles here are you excited?” They nod aggressively to Maya’s amusement, and they enter the elevator since she’s too tired for the stairs.

“Mommy are we gonna go down the firepole?” Liam asks.

Maya smiles, “If you’re a good probie for the day you can go down that pole as many times as you want. And the same goes for you too young lady.”

“Yay!” Andrea cheers and the elevator doors open.

Maya leads the two of them out to walk down the hall to the beanery, “Okay guys I’m gonna be with tia Andy filling out some paperwork while you two-”

“SURPRISE!” The beanery is filled with firefighters along with balloons, banners, and baby gifts on the table. Carina, Andy, Travis, Jack, Warren and Vic are at the center of the party.

Maya is shocked at first and then she laughs, “Oh my god I said I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Carina laughs and approaches her family, “Well now you know how I felt four years ago so consider this karma.” Carina kisses Maya before leading her to the party where Warren leads the kids to Pru so they can play in the breakroom while the grownups drink and talk. Andy hands the moms of the hour baby bottles.

“Congratulations you two, sparkling cider for the mommies and some vagina cupcakes on the table.”

Maya chuckles and lifts a cupcake that she eats slowly, “Wow I can see why Andrew was uncomfortable when he ate one, it’s good though.”

Carina smiles, “Yeah he and Amber say congratulations from Boston and Lucia insisted on sending this to us.”

Carina holds up a Red Sox baby base hitter bodysuit with a bib and booties their niece picked out to Jack’s disgust due to being a loyal Mariners fan.

“Is there any chance your niece won’t find out if you burn that or not?” Andy narrows her eyes at her boyfriend who shrugs unashamed, “Hey she’s cute I just think she should root for a better team, a good one.”

Travis chuckles, “I can already imagine Amber planning your funeral all the way from Boston Children’s Hospital.”

Vic grins, “We visited DeLuca at his practice, and he gave us this just in case the new little one isn’t rooting for Boston.” Vic holds up another bodysuit for babies this one for the Seattle Mariners causing Carina to laugh, “I guess he didn’t want his daughter to corrupt yours and felt the need to intervene.”

Maya laughs and holds both onesies, “Well I love both of them and I’m sure the baby will too. I mean it’s just games where sweaty men hit things with bats.”

“Speaking of sweaty men who hit things with bats, where are Beckett and Sullivan?” Vic asks, “Please tell me we invited them.”

Andy explains, “Sullivan and Ross are at a board meeting with the city to go over budget cuts and Beckett was sent away on a call, but he sends his regrets.”

Maya nods knowing that despite being cordial, her and Beckett are far from being besties, “I’m sure he wouldn’t move heaven and earth to make it here anyways so lets just enjoy the party and the gifts.”  

Travis goes up first with his swaddle blanket patterned with Washington DC monuments, “Well this is from her uncle Travis so she can be warm at night and think of me all the way across the country.”

“And this is from Aunt Vic who can already see great things in her while she is comfortable in Maya’s stomach.” Vic holds up another white onesie with this one saying, ‘Future President’ with a US flag below the text, “I know most kids say their gonna be the President one day but with Maya’s determination and Carina’s smarts at least one of your kids is bound to be it.”

Maya laughs and sets the gifts on the table, “Thank you we love both of these.”

“Well, you are gonna lose your minds when you see what me and Jack got you guys.” Andy and Jack disappear into the supply closet and wheel out a gray portable playard to Maya and Carina’s astonishment.

Maya shakes her head, “Guys this looks expensive we shouldn’t.”

“Oh, but you should because I bought it after much research and I’m a captain and I am good at my finances, Jack tell her how good I am.”

Jack grins, “She’s a math wiz and dispatch is surprisingly more generous than fire houses who knew? Come on guys take it, it’s got a basinet, a changing station and.” Jack pulls out the basinet and changing station showing the stuffed animals inside, “Plush friends for your kids so you guys can get a break once in a while.”

Carina smiles at the gift and immediately hugs Jack and Andy, “Thank you, you two are the best!”

Maya grins accepting the gift, “Okay I guess since you put a lot of thought into it, it would be rude of us to reject it, thank you.”

“Have you two thought of a name yet?” Jack asks, “We know you named your last one after your brother-”

“And me.” Andy reminds him that her name is also Andrea. Jack nods remembering her telling him that Maya and Carina told her the baby would be named after her and Andrew.

 “And Andy, do you have any ideas? I recommend Jackie.”

Maya shakes her head amused, “We discussed it and since Andrea was my idea, it’s Carina’s turn.”

Carina grins and faces the group, “I loved my Zia Gianna growing up, she was an OB too and I choose that profession when my papa was trying to get me into surgery. She is the reason I am the person I am today, and she would help me with my papa, and she was there when my mama died and…” Carina sighs and Maya holds her hand knowing the story, “I lost her to covid 8 years ago.”

The group nods and exchanges sad and solemn looks as Carina continues, “And when we found out we were having another girl I knew immediately what her name was gonna be. Gianna DeLuca-Bishop.”

Andy grins, “It’s a beautiful name.”

Maya grins as well nostalgic as she recites the full name they have picked out for their daughter, “Gianna Deanna DeLuca-Bishop.”

Andy, Jack, Warren and Vic look shocked knowing that Deanna is from Dean Miller, their fallen friend and firefighter. Vic is overcome with emotion and walks over to hug Maya with tears glistening in her eyes.

Maya, usually the emotionally reserved one, hugs her good friend back knowing it could be thousands of years before Dean is fully out of Vic’s mind. Jack joins in and Warren wraps his arms around the three as the three of them were Dean’s people who loved him and trusted him with their lives.

Vic pulls back and sniffles wiping a tear with a smile, “It’s beautiful he would have loved it.”

Jack smiles, “Yeah he really would have…and he would have ribbed me for getting rejected as a namesake.”

Warren chuckles, “He would…god I miss him.”

“Me too.” Vic says and Jack pulls her in for a side hug.

Warren takes a deep breath and composes himself, “Okay here’s mine and Miranda’s gift.”

He pulls out a diaper genie causing the couple to grin at the gift.

“You can never go wrong with a diaper genie.” Bailey says with a smile, “And Ben said you didn’t have one until now because you thought they were a waste of money, trust me they’re not.”

“We will test it out and tell you what we think.” Maya says with a smile and goes over to the table to open the many gifts for her and her baby with Carina by her side. The tender moment is cut by the klaxons blaring and an announcement from dispatch causing them to groan.

“Come on 19 let’s go.” Andy announces and before she leaves, she tells Maya, “I’m so sorry.”

Maya nods understanding, “It’s fine go save lives me and Carina will be fine.”

“Okay congratulations you two seriously I’m so happy.” Andy leaves them and blows kisses at her honorary niece and nephew playing with Pru, “Bye hermosa’s y hermoso, tia loves you!”

Andy leaves with her team leaving Vic, Travis, Warren and Jack behind to celebrate with Maya and Carina. While Maya opens another gift Carina holds Maya’s belly and they look at each other with so much love and endearment after all these years and three kids later. Maya puts her hand on top of Carina’s and kisses her before opening another gift for her and their unborn daughter, Gianna Deanna DeLuca-Bishop.

That Night

Maya lays on the couch of the break room sleeping after the party ended. She holds her belly like she’s afraid it’s gonna fall off any minute. Sean Beckett comes in with his gift inside a navy-blue square box wrapped with a red bowtie. He clears his throat announcing his presence causing Maya to wake up.

“Hey, I’m sorry I woke you up I just didn’t know if you knew your wife and kids already left.”

Maya rubs her eyes and stands up after some struggle, “No it’s fine the kids were getting tired, so Carina took them home while I stayed and enjoyed myself. She told me to take a quick nap before we had three kids to cut our sleep time in half. Again. I should probably go home.”

“Before you do I have something for you.” Beckett approaches her and holds out the gift box, “I’m sorry I missed your shower.” Maya looks at the box surprised a man she once considered her arch enemy got her a gift. He grins at her apprehensiveness, “Don’t worry it’s not ticking, open it.”

“Okay.” Maya takes the lid off and what is inside takes her by surprise in an unexpected way, “A binder.”

Beckett nods, “Yeah look inside.” He takes the box, so Maya is left with the black binder. She flips it open and sees the forms inside that surprise her as she flips through them.

“Life insurance. Mat leave waiver.” Maya looks up at Beckett with shock and gratitude, “You filled out all of my forms?”

“Alphabetized and laminated.” Beckett grins, “I remember you saying how much Carina hated filling out the forms and how your brother in law’s wife got some lowly hospital intern to do it instead.”

Maya chuckles at the memory from Carina’s shower four years ago, “I don’t have an intern, but I do have access to all of your personnel files and a lot of time on my hands while I’m on desk duty. So, this is my gift to you.”

Maya smiles at Beckett, “That’s…this is incredible thank you so much.” Maya hugs Beckett who is surprised but pleased as he hugs her back. She pulls away and puts the binder inside her purse ready to leave.

“Congratulations Bishop.”

“Thanks.” With that Maya leaves the room looking forward to this new chapter in her and Carina’s life.

Later

Maya is lying in bed reading a chick lit novel while Carina is curled up next to her with her lips against the pregnant belly. The baby kicks a lot at night and Maya tries reading to calm her down, but the women found that Carina’s voice soothes the baby. Carina is telling the story of when she came to the states 10 years ago and is at the part where she and Arizona Robbins ran into Andrew at her house when he brought home Amber.

“And then your Zio Andrea was yelling at me and telling me how I always went after his friends. Your Zia Amber and Arizona were like statues while we were fighting and after a while your Zio and Zia left and me and Arizona-”

Maya clears her throat clearly jealous of how Carina got lucky with another woman even before they met, “Gianna is asleep. I guess she doesn’t want to hear all about mommy’s sex life and quite frankly neither do I.”

Carina raises an eyebrow at her jealous wife, “Bella you’ve had your fair share of suitors before we settled down. I don’t get all uppity around Jack, do I?”

“I’m sorry hearing about your dating stories brings out the green monster in me and the hormones amplify it.” Carina chuckles before lying down in bed next to her. Maya looks at Carina for a moment before asking, “Did you ever think we would be here 8 years ago? I mean that moment in that bar where we first met did you think we would end up here in bed pregnant with our third kid who only goes to sleep hearing your soft Italian voice? Were you hoping it would come down to this that night?”

Carina grins at her wife, “I was just hoping to have sex with that hot blonde who came into the pit with a nose in a bag.”

Maya laughs at that, “Well I wasn’t expecting to have company that night at all and yet…”

Carina grins mischievously, “Yet?”

“Yet I decided to chance it after you were so insistent.” Maya runs her hand down her belly with a grin, “And god am I glad you were.”

Carina puts her hand on top of Maya’s smiling, “Me too, forever and always bambina.”

Maya smiles at that and leans down to kiss Carina before turning off the lamp and lying on her side. She feels Carina spooning her from behind with her arm over her belly and they both fall fast asleep into the blissful night.

[krazykiki05]

There’s Just Not Enough Hours in the Day

Zemo accidentally had a daughter at 16 with a 17 year old. When she found out what he was doing back in 2016, she teamed up with the Avengers to help fight her father at the age of 19. During this time, she helped Bucky and they grew close.. She moved to Wakanda to help him readjust to modern life. When Bucky came back from the blip, he lived with her. He would miss therapy if it wasn’t for her. She would have never seen her father again if it wasn’t for him.

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“Oeznik, we’re changing the course.” Papa calls. 

“How’s your wound?’ Bucky asks. 

“Fine. The bleeding has stopped.” I answer. I tear off a piece of the food and eat it. Bucky shifts to sit right next to me. I lean into his chest. 

“Eat.” Bucky growls in my ear. It made me almost shudder. I take a bigger piece off and eat it. 

~~~~~~~~~

Since we had to leave the car behind, there was not mode of transportation besides walking to the new safehouse. I wasn’t too excited about it due to my injury, but oh well. Bucky had a hand on my waist the entire trip. “We are here.” Papa said. Bucky’s arm releases me. 

“Zemo, help her. I’m going to go on a walk.” Bucky said. We all look at him confused. 

“You good?” Sam asks.

“You alright?” I ask. 

“Yeah. see you guys in a bit.” He says as he walks off. I wonder what that was all about. Papa is quick to take my hand and help me up the stairs. 

~~~~~~~~~

I was forced to the couch. My father went to take a bath and Sam was on his laptop. I was doing what research I could on my phone. That’s when Bucky walked in. “Well the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time.” He announces. I perk up. 

“Were you followed?” Sam asks. 

“No.” Bucky answers without a beat. He makes his way to me. 

“How can you be so sure?” Papa asks. “Cause I know when I’m being followed.” Bucky snaps before planting a kiss on my lips and taking a seat next to me.

~~~~~~~~

“Your TT would be proud of you.” Papa compliments. He just wanted to say TT and mock Sam. He pulls out an urn. One I know all too well. I perk up. He pulls out some candy. “Turkish Delight. Anni’s favorite.” He explains. He tosses one to Sam before tossing two to Bucky and I. Bucky catches both in his metal arm. I grab the orange one, my favorite flavor. I was quick to pop it in my mouth. Bucky was hesitant. Examining it. I roll my eyes. 

“Just try it.” I say. Bucky glances at me before opening it, popping it into his mouth as well. He was delightfully surprised. 

“How's the wound?” He asks, lifting up my shirt before I could give an answer. 

“It’s fine, buck. Stop worrying about it.” I say. His eyes snap to meet mine. 

“Then give me a reason to stop worrying.” He snaps at me. I was a bit hurt. I don't think he's ever snapped like that at me before. I mean yeah we’ve had our arguments where things are said in the heat of the moment, but this seemed different. I adjust my shirt and turn away from him. He forces me to lay against him. 

“So where’s our next stop?” I ask. 

“You mean, where is our next stop. You’re not coming in your condition.” Sam corrects as he stands. 

“What!? Condition!? I’m fine! I can walk and fight!” I defend, Bucky gets up. 

“I know damn well you can’t fight because you can barely walk.” Bucky argues. 

“Papa!” I called. Papa shrugs his shoulders. 

“You need to heal. You can’t do that up and around.” Was all he said. I huff. Everyone was against me. 

When the men were ready to leave, Papa came over to kiss me goodbye. “You better not be walking around here when we get back. We’re doing this because we love and care for you.” Papa whispered to me in Sokovian so Sam nor Bucky could understand. I nod but pout. He kisses my cheek goodbye. Bucky comes over to do the same thing, but I turn away right before the kiss lands.

 “I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. I’m just trying to protect you.”

 “You’re supposed to support me.” 

“Protecting you comes first. Always.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Shame what’s become of this place.” Zemo says as the three men walk up to the courtyard. “When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties.” Memories of Zemo as a little boy flash in his mind. Running around the tables with the fellow children brought. As a teenager, sneaking kisses with the cute girls. That was, until little Annika came along. Then it was showing her off and her cute nose everyone used to compliment her on. “I knew nothing of the politics at that time, of course, But I remember it being beautiful.” Zemo had to stop going because Annika would get fussy too soon for the trip over there to count. He remembers the lights. They used the exact same light from when he was a toddler, to when she was a toddler. 

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam says. “See what you can find out here. Keep an eye on him.” Of course, that last sentence was geared to Bucky. 

“I’ll stay out of your way.” Zemo jokes. Bucky walks past him. “Trouble in paradise?” Zemo asks. 

“What?” Bucky was taken back by the question. 

“I saw the failed attempt at a goodbye kiss. Who’s mad at who?” Bucky was so concerned about the mission, he just nonchalantly spoke to Zemo. 

“She’s mad because we left her there. I’m mad because she didn’t tell me about the bullet wound.” 

“You both are just trying to protect each other. Which is a good thing, until it involves secrets and imprisonment.” Bucky stops in his tracks and turns to Zemo. 

“Imprisonment?” He repeats. Zemo nods. 

“You did ask me to lock the front door, did you not?” He’s right. Bucky sighs and continues walking. 

“Look, I’m not talking about my relationship with the father of my girlfriend.” Bucky state. Zemo shrugs. 

“Fair.” 

“All you need to know is that I love her very much. I would do anything in the world to keep her safe. And she’s too stubborn for her own good and that’s where I come in.” Bucky says. 

[imdoingwhateverisnext]

There's Nothing Better Than Reverse Peristalsis in the Morning (Gross Story)

She divided up the 3 sausage biscuits between her two large dogs. They both devoured them, one a bit faster than the other. He then went on to lap up water intently for about 15 seconds. Within 5 minutes, a feeling of dread came over her when Bree said, "Uh oh, I think Winston's about to throw up."

"NO!" She screamed as she ran toward the couch where he was sitting. A loud horrible choking sound was quickly followed by the noise a dog makes when it regurgitates a large amount of stomach contents. Dog emesis and the sounds produced by it in particular, she was not a fan of. But she hadn't made it there in time. He had vomited on the arm of the couch, all over the floor, and all over the top of her yoga ball. "Great! Ew...my yoga ball!" She exclaimed in a whiny voice.

She took her yoga ball outside and poured warm water over it. She repeated a few more times until is was vomit-free. She returned to the crime scene in which there was a small spot of mostly liquid near a large spot that still had entire biscuit halves in it. He obviously was not overly concerned with chewing his food prior to swallowing it. This is probably why he emitted that horrible sound just prior to expelling it all. Bree said, "hey mom, I think Sadie is helping you clean up." and she laughed.

Janie knew exactly what that meant. Sadie was eating some of it. She knew she would have to clean the first spot. She bent down with a wad of paper towels to try to get the bulk of it before spraying. She noticed the stringy texture of the liquid as she wiped it. She gagged violently. She stood up and gagged again only more forcefully with a cough added to it. She could not control it. Another two violent gags surged through her entire body as she ran the wad of paper towels to the trash can. By this time, her stomach was cramping. 'Oh shit' she thought. Her mouth was watering. She burst through the closest door in the kitchen and leans over the porch rail. She gags again then vomits. Her stomach cramps up. She waits for the wave to pass as she deep breathes through her nose. She returns to the scene of the incident. Her 17 year old Jack is standing there looking disappointed. "It doesn't even smell! How were you ever a healthcare professional?"

"I don't know at this point. I never used to have a weak stomach! I used to be able to stand almost anything. I don't know who I am anymore! My tolerance for gross things that used to not bother me is just not the same as it used to be."

She paused then made a proclamation, "I am going to look the other way now. Sadie, you feel free to do whatever it is that dogs do where vomit is concerned. I would consider it a favor. You would really be helping me out. Winston, I know sometimes dogs return to their own, well...you know work, to clean up after themselves. So feel free to do that if you would like. I am not looking." She left the room and returned a few minutes later to find both dogs lying on the couch. The vomit was still in the floor. "Dammit you guys are not team players!" She huffed as she gathered her cleaning supplies.

Janie did eventually get it all cleaned up. Afterward, she could not help but become introspective in regard to Jacks comment, as well as the sudden and serious changes in her constitution over the past 6 years or so. She was much more sensitive now, in so many ways, not just gross-outs or gag reflexes. She noticed her feelings were louder. She got her feelings hurt more easily, even though she tried not to show it outwardly. Whoever (or whatever) she had been for the last 20 years, was no longer the person she currently was. Who is currently inhabiting my body/psyche?' She thought. 'Am I still me? What does me even mean?' These were deep thoughts to be having at 8:00 in the morning.

"Is this what a mid life crisis is?" She thought out loud. "Wow, how did I get from cleaning up dog puke to personal existential angst? Oh, yeah, my brain is not normal. I remember now." She said aloud in her now empty house, not counting the dogs and fish. Whoever she had become also talked out loud to herself a lot. A lot of the inner dialogue was the same, but 6 years ago, it inner dialogue. Not much these days, not if she was alone.

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

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Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.                                                            

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.  

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”                                                      

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn.  He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

[justoneacatperson]

First Date

This is reupload from my old blog!

request by @therealpotatobish

TodoDeku x Fem! Reader

Date with Todoroki and Midoriya is, to put it mildly - chaos. Where do I start?

First we have Todoroki. Very handsome young man with two-tone hair and eyes. We all know that Shoto is not familiar with many things, his childhood was not very colorful and rosy, not at all.

He has not seen his parents take care of each other or behave like a couple, so he is not very familiar with how to treat a person he likes.

He didn’t even realize he liked Midoriya when he was still a student at U.A. It was good that there were his sister to explain to him what those feelings were.

We have already seen that he takes things seriously and does not understand jokes or metaphors, so it takes time to work with him.

Certainly his relationship with Izuku helped him a lot. He showed him what love, care and empathy are, but for him things are complicated again. He and Izuku will date a woman, a woman they have been in love with since their school years in the U.A. Shoto doesn’t know how to treat a woman and what they would like.

We also have the next one, namely Midoriya. Our broccoli boy has remained the same shy young man, despite his fame as the new No.1 hero, this part of him has not changed.

He would certainly do better than Todoroki, but his still shy nature worries him that he won’t be able to talk to you.

They are both worried about your reaction to everything. They have never heard that you like someone, nor have there been rumors that you are with someone, they didn’t even know if you like boys !? Nevertheless, you accepted their invitation to a date, at least they managed to make it clear that they were inviting you to a date, a DATE, and you were fine with that.

Now was the date where they would know if they had a chance with you, and here they were, sitting at the reserved table, waiting for you to come.

21:27p.m

Deku kept a close eye on his watch, looking at every minute. They had arrived about ten minutes ago and were sitting nervously at the table, well, Izuku was moving nervously, and Shoto was sitting meekly, staring at one dot, trying to keep his mind tidy and clear.

-“She will come, Midoriya, our dateis at 9:30p.m.” Todoroki exclaimed, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand under the table to reassure him.

-“Ah, I know, Shoto-san, but that doesn’t make me any less nervous.” the green-haired man replied, smiling at his partner. -“We have been waiting for a long time for the chance to invite her and the fact that she agreed and now we will have a date makes me feel surreal. It’s as if I’ve finally reached a goal that I thought was impossible. It’s very strange that happens, I still consider it unrealistic.”

The two-colored man looked at him with surprised heterochromic eyes. Despite their years together, the things they went through could not be compared to that. And the fact that Deku feels that way surprises him. He is also surprised that he was able to describe how he felt too.

It felt like he was 17 again in his 2nd year at U.A. When he shared his feelings to Midoriya. Confused, scared, excited. He never believed that he would fall in love or be able to be a partner, the love of someone else.

A small smile crept across his face. Todoroki leaned over to his partner, leaning his head on his shoulder. Their physique has changed and evolved over the years. Already in his mid-twenties, Deku had grown much taller than his school years. He was now towering over Shoto.

Midoriya smiled, leaning against Shoto, planting a kiss on his white and red hair.  The two parted, looking up at a door that could be heard opening and closing. 20:30, you arrived just in time.

You looked around the restaurant in confusion, looking for your table. Midoriya instinctively raised his hand, waving at you and shouting. -“(Y/n)-chan!” you looked up at them, a wide smile appeared on your face, bringing butterflies into the stomachs of both heroes.

-“Hey, Deku, Sho!” you replied, going to them.

Midoriya wanted to make a good impression by taking your jacket and pulling your chair backward to sit, but you came like a whirlwind, sitting hastily in the seat in front of them. Obviously there will be no good first impression.

-“Oh, I was in such a hurry so as not to be late.” you started, removing your jacket, leaving it on the back of the chair. - “I was nervous not to be late because there was a traffic jam on the road. After I managed to park it took me time to find the restaurant and…”

Deku waved his arms in front of him, trying to reassure you that you weren’t late, sharing his own worries about not being late. So you two became a muttering mess, and Todoroki rested his chin on his hand, happily watching the scene in front of him. Cute.

-“You are not late, you have nothing to worry about.” the two-colored man called out of nowhere, stopping you and Izuku.

-“It’s good to know.” you said calmly, leaving your hands on the table. -“Long time no see.”

-“Since our graduation in the U.A.” added the green-haired man, rubbing the back of his head.

-“What’s happen with you? I last heard you joined Selkie’s agency.” you nodded in agreement to Shoto.

-“Yes, my quirk would be very welcome in sea battles.”

-“Are you adapting fast?” Deku asked cheerfully.

-“Yes, the hero Manual is there too. We have some pretty similar quirks, so he was so kind to help me adapt.” you replied, controlling the water in your glass with your quirk, making it take the shape of a snake and move along the walls of your glass in a circle.

-“This is very good.” exclaimed the hero, tying his hands on the table.

They both felt a little awkward, not knowing how to continue the conversation, fortunately the waitress saved them by giving them the menus. You opened the menu of hard leather covers, looking at the variety of foods.

-“Oh, hey, Sho, they have a cold soba.” you said excitedly, showing him the menu on the first page.

-“So I’ll order a cold soba.” the two-colored man replied before receiving muttering from Midoriya.

-“But, Sho, we have a whole pot full of soba!” you laughed at their interaction, attracting their attention.

-“What?” they both asked at the same time.

-“Nothing, you just haven’t changed since we graduated from the U.A.” you said with a laugh. Deku giggled too, smiling at you.

-“What do you mean? We look the same way we did 7 years ago?” Todoroki asked confusedly, looking at himself and his boyfriend and again to himself. You and Izuku looked at each other and almost fell from your seats with your boisterous laughter. -“Ah?”

-“O-oh…. Sho!” tears formed in the corners of your eyes, wiping them with your hand. -“You’re still funny!”

-“Funny?”

-“Yes.” the green-haired man replied, leaning his head on his partner’s shoulder.

The three of you ordered a teishoku, receiving it in about 30 minutes. Everyone enjoy their food before Todoroki calls.

-“(Y/n), do you see our old class?” you swallowed your food before answering.

-“Yes, even with some very often.” you said, playing with your chopsticks, twisting them between your fingers and doing tricks with them. -“Most often I go out with Kaminari, by some chance it turned out that we work in the same agency.”

-“Kaminari-san?” Deku exclaimed, looking at you in astonishment. You nodded, uttering a little “Uhm.”

-“All right, that’s nice! We haven’t heard from Denki.”

-“Are you close to each other?” Shoto asked, taking another bite of his meal.

-“I’d say yes. We go out often, we message to each other, he’s very cute. He’s also grown a lot from UA, he’s become more responsible and he controls his quirk much better. We have a lot of fun together. We have dinners for us, in which we are on the couch at my or his home and eating popcorn while watching scary movies. "you said with a smile on your face.

-"Oh, I understand…” Todoroki replied, bowing his head over his food, hiding his face through his hair, which he had left to grow for reaching a length where he could tie it in a bun.

Izuku reached under the table, gripping his boyfriend’s thigh, rubbing it lightly to offer support. He knew his boyfriend’s lack of confidence in relationships. He has always worried about whether he is doing well as a partner and doing everything right.

Talking about a boy (and you’re not the person who talks a lot or often about people, especially boys), who is the opposite of his personality and sees that you’re really having fun with him, feels like someone hit him with wet rag across the face.

-“And you guys…” you called, bringing them both back to reality. -“How are you? The press is very interested in your relationship.” you smiled slyly.

-“So… After we graduated from UA, Shoto and I went to Endeavor’s agency, as his partners in catching villains. That was until we turned 22, All Might offered to take his agency… And I took it.” he replied, scratching the back of his head where his undercut was. -“The press found out about my relationship with Todoroki when I took the agency and there were hundreds of news stories that said, ‘Hero No.1 is in a relationship with Endeavor’s son’.”

-”O!?”

-“Yes, and still receives dozens of emails a day, invitations for interviews about our relationship.”

-“It’s too much for you. The press hasn’t learned for so many years that the heroes have a private life that they usually keep to themselves and don’t want to make it public. The personal space of the heroes must be respected.” you said and turned to Todoroki. -“And for so many years as a pro-hero, people have kept leading you the 'son of Endeavor,’ and that’s all you’re known for.”

-“It’s annoying.” Todoroki replied, making you and Deku giggle a little.

-“Well, those are just words from older people in Japan.” the green-haired man exclaimed, rubbing his boyfriend’s thigh. -“I am sure that the young generation will remember you with your name and your deeds.”

-“You’re right.” said his partner.

-“Ah, (Y/n)-san, do you happen to be in a relationship or dating someone?” Midoriya asked you. Shoto immediately ran one hand under the table, squeezing his thigh - too early, Midoriya.

-“O!?” you opened your eyes wide to them from the sudden question. -“No, I’m not in a relationship, I’m not dating anyone. Why do you ask?”

-“Uhhh…” and now was the scariest part of this meeting - to tell you. Shoto looked at Izuku out of the corner of his eye, looking for an answer as to what to do. -“With Shoto we wanted to ask you something…”

-“Yes…” you said under your breath.

-“Would you like to be with us?” Todoroki asked suddenly, leaning back in his chair.

You and Deku looked shocked at the two-colored man. You dropped your chopsticks as you watched Sho like you saw a ghost. Izuku immediately started waving his arms, trying to reassure you, saying that they were not forcing you to be in relationship with them, that they would not be in a hurry, that they would not be angry if you refused, and ect.

It just took you a moment to process Shoto’s question. They wanted to date you? Really? You were like close friends during your school years, but you didn’t think they had any other than platonic feelings about you. They were both open and comfortable, both shy and anxious around you or when talking to you. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for them in the U.A., but once you found out they were in a relationship, it discouraged you a lot.

-“So?” Todoroki called again.

-“Sho, calm down, give her ti…”

-“Yes.” you replied, getting “Uh!?” from them. - “I accept, I would like to date you.”

-“Really?” Midoriya asked in surprise.

-“Yes…” you said, tying your hands on the table. -“I would just ask for time to get used to, as this will be my first relationship in my life, especially with more than one person.”

-“We’ll give you all the time you need.” Todoroki said, taking your hand in his. Where did you get this confidence? - Izuku wondered.

-”Thanks.”

-“So… should we continue our dinner to celebrate our relationship?” the green-haired man asked cheerfully.

-“Yes!” you and Shoto answered at the same time.