#he never told me he opened a fish and chip shop

[forest-hashira]

Cool Touch

hello hello everyone!!! i know i just updated Noble Blood a few days ago, but the mental image of this one wouldn't leave me alone, so i went ahead and wrote it. this is the first of my entries for @threadbaresweater's "summertime (and the livin' is easy)" collab event! my chosen prompt for this was gojo + sunburns. not much happens here, but nonetheless i hope you enjoy it! also as usual this is not proofread at all so please forgive any mistakes haha

read on ao3 | wc: ~1.9k | cw: gender neutral reader, ambiguous relationship (can be read as romantic or platonic!), kinda implied autistic gojo (mentions of sensory issues & such), sunburns (obviously), that's pretty much it!

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding.”

Your words earned you a glare from Satoru as he stood in the doorway. His sunglasses had slipped down his nose as he looked at you, and for once, the dark lenses stood out less against his skin than the stark blue of his eyes.

“Do I look like a liar?” he retorted, opening the door a bit wider so you could come inside.

“More like a lobster,” you said as you stepped around him, before you could even really think about the words. “Sorry! Too soon, I guess,” you added quickly, dancing away from him as he reached out, probably to pinch you in retaliation for your comment on his appearance.

“Yeah, too soon,” he grumbled, shutting the door. “I don’t think I slept at all last night, I was so uncomfortable.”

“That’s what you get for not reapplying sunscreen like we told you to.”

“‘We’?” Satoru asked indignantly, dropping down to sit in one of his dining table chairs as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Who else told me to reapply?”

“Me, for starters.” As you spoke, you set the shopping bag down on the table in front of you and began to pull out the things Satoru had asked for: multiple bottles of aloe vera gel, four flavors of ice cream, a box of popsicles, ice packs to be stuck in the freezer for later, and a few large bottles of water – your own addition, not something Satoru had requested. “And Suguru, Shoko, Kento—”

“Nanamin??”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “He does actually kind of like you, you know. And we’ve talked about the interrupting thing.”

“Right,” he sighed. “Sorry. I’ll put the money in the jar later.”

“Good,” you hummed. You tried to hand him the receipt from the drug store then, but he waved you off.

“Just leave it on the kitchen counter when you grab spoons,” he told you, leaning against the back of his chair, though h e quickly sat up straight again with a hiss when his skin made contact with the wood. “Hurryyyy,” he whined as you walked off. “I’m literally going to die if you’re not slathering me in gel in the next five seconds.”

“First of all, why the fuck did you have to phrase it like that?” You opened the silverware drawer, grabbing two spoons for the various ice creams you had gotten. Before you left the room, you stuck the receipt to the fridge with one of Satoru’s kitschy little magnets – you were pretty sure the one you grabbed was some sort of fish, but it was a little chipped and faded, and you didn’t bother to look at it for too long before you were walking away again. “Second of all, you are not going to die, you’re just uncomfortable.”

“And itchy. Soooooo fucking itchy.” Satoru was quick to snatch one of the spoons from you, already having the pint of cotton candy flavored ice cream in his lap. 

You wrinkled your nose at the sight, never quite able to understand how he was able to enjoy the flavor, but you said nothing as you came to stand behind his chair. Setting your own spoon on the table, you picked up one of the bottles of aloe gel.

“This might be cold on your skin,” you warned, though he barely acknowledged your words with a hum, his mouth too full of pink and blue ice cream for him to be thinking about much of anything. With a shrug, you squeezed some of the gel out into the palm of your hand, then set the bottle aside. You took a moment to rub the gel between your hands to warm it up a bit, then placed your hands on his tomato red shoulders.

Immediately, Satoru jumped, making an almost hilarious squawking sound as he moved away from your touch. “What the hell?” he demanded, ice cream and spoon still clutched in his hands. His eyes were open wide and his sunglasses had slipped all the way down his nose, seeming to cling to his face for dear life. “Warn a guy next time!”

More than a little shocked by his reaction, you blinked dumbly at him for a moment. “But… I did warn you?” Your brows furrowed as you spoke, and you cocked your head a bit as you looked at him, more confused than anything else.

“You definitely did not,” Satoru argued, now scowling at you.

“I said ‘this might be cold’,” you reminded him. “That counts as a warning.”

“But you didn’t say it would sting!”

Though part of you wanted to roll your eyes at Satoru for his dramatic reaction to the feeling of the aloe gel on his skin, you managed not to; you were well aware of how jumpy and antsy he could be in moments of vulnerability – physically or emotionally – and that generally he didn’t take well to perceived judgment during vulnerable times. Instead, you took a deep breath before apologizing.

“I’m sorry for not warning you about that part, too, Toru. If you’d like to come and sit back down I’ll put the gel on your sunburn. It’ll help you feel more comfortable in your skin, for at least a little bit.”

He eyed you for a moment longer, and you were certain if he had cat ears, they’d be in airplane mode as he decided whether to trust you again or not. Eventually, he let out a somewhat exaggerated sigh, then walked back over to the chair you still stood behind. “I appreciate and accept your apology,” he said quietly, settling down and taking another bite of his cotton candy ice cream. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you watched him, glad that he was comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable, and that he trusted you to take care of him this way. He’d come a long way since you’d first met; he’d never been standoffish, really – he was the life of every room he walked into, party or not – but he’d kept anything he deemed “too personal” close to his chest, not wanting to give anyone a reason to dislike him. He’d been slow to open up to you, but once he’d realized you could be trusted? He’d become your closest friend, constantly in your space whenever you were in the same place. It had surprised you, the sheer amount of love he was capable of, when he deemed someone worthy – and trustworthy – enough to show that side of himself, but you felt honored to have his love directed at you.

Even if he was dramatic and difficult sometimes.

“Thank you,” you told him. “Now, I’m about to touch your back and shoulders again, alright? It might be cold and it might sting again, but hopefully not much.”

“‘Kay,” he replied around a mouthful of his frozen pink and blue treat, and you shook your head at him, a small chuckle escaping you.

Doing just as you’d said, you placed your hands on Satoru’s shoulders again, spreading the gel over as much of his skin as you could reach from your current angle: across the tops of his shoulders and down around to his collarbones; up his neck to his undercut; back down below his shoulder blades, rubbing it all in and doing your best to make sure it wasn’t layered on too thick, knowing that would aggravate his sensory issues.

Satoru tensed and shuddered for a fraction of a second when your hands came in contact with his fried skin, but he quickly relaxed again, letting you do all the work for him, since the worst of his burn was on his back and shoulders, where he couldn’t get a great angle to rub the gel on himself.

Grabbing the bottle of gel, you squeezed a bit more of it out into your palm. “I need to get the rest of your back,” you told him. “Could you lean forward a little more so I can reach it better?”

“Sure.” He did as you asked without complaint, even setting aside the now empty pint of ice cream and reaching for one of the water bottles you’d bought, twisting off the cap and taking a large sip of it.

“Someone’s thirsty,” you couldn’t help but tease. It was so rare to see Satoru drink anything that wouldn’t give anyone else a cavity just from looking at it that you had to make note of it any time it happened.

He grumbled at your words, but if he blushed, it was impossible to distinguish from the red that already tinted his cheeks. “I am thirsty.”

“I know,” you soothed. “That’s why I bought those. I always get really thirsty when I get a sunburn.” You uttered another warning before placing your gelled up hands further down his back than before, once again working the substance into his skin as well as you could. From the new angle, you could tell the burn ended where the waistband of his swim trunks had been, so you didn’t let your hands wander any places they weren’t needed. Though you didn’t need another reason to keep your hands to yourself (so to speak), the way Satoru shivered when your fingers dipped the tiniest bit below the waist of the current shorts he wore was reason enough.

“I’m done with your back,” you told him after a bit, stepping out from behind the chair to better look at the snowy haired man you had just thoroughly aloe-d. “Do you need help with getting the gel anywhere else?” The smile he shot you struck you right in the heart.

“No, I think I can do the rest of it. Thank you.” 

Keeping eye contact with him suddenly felt too intense, so you looked away. Your gaze landed on the open water bottle on the table, and you were pleased to see that he’d nearly emptied the bottle; the sight made you smile.

“You’re welcome,” you said back quietly. Then you remembered the ice packs and popsicles, so you picked them all up and walked back into his kitchen, sticking them all in wherever you could them, in between all his boxes of frozen chicken nuggets and other microwave meals – his kitchen skills were minimal, and the man knew what he liked, so you couldn’t really fault him for sticking with the ease of frozen food.

When you returned from the kitchen, you saw Satoru beginning to rub the aloe gel along his arms, so you were satisfied that you had completed the job you’d come here to do. You pulled your keys out of your pocket, making sure you had your phone before you made for the door.

“Wait!” Satoru called after you, and you stopped, turning back to look at him. His brows were furrowed, and his expression was some combination of confused and… dejected? “Where are you going?”

“You said you didn’t need any more help with the aloe, so I was gonna leave you to it.”

“Oh.” His face fell at your words, but he spoke again anyways. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

You tilted your head slightly. “Not really, no. Why?”

Satoru perked up so quickly it was enough to give you secondhand emotional whiplash. “Oh, good! I was hoping you’d stay, maybe watch a movie or something?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, with his sunglasses hanging crooked on his nose, his frosty white hair falling into his eyes, his boyish grin aimed full force at you.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I’ll stay. What movie were you thinking?”

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divider by @/saradika

[slytherinshalo]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄

parts: 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈

「 ☆ LUCIUS ☆ 」

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, she actually agreed to go on a date with me, I expected her to say no. I plan on taking her to a muggle fish and chips place, she loves fish and chips, Haddock fish with crinkle cut chips with hot sauce and tartar sauce.

Seven o’clock arrives fairly quickly, walking to the girls dormitory area, I walk into Narcissa’s dormitory going to her door, a light green door, I knock waiting for her to open her door.

*merlin even in casual wear she still looks divine*

She was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck, a brownish plaid skirt, cream colored leg warmers, with black Mary Janes, a black Chanel purse, and a red jacket in her hand. Her hair is in a ponytail, with a black bow.

She looked beautiful even in the most simply look.

「 ☆ NARCISSA ☆ 」

I can’t believe he took me to my favorite fish and chips shop, wow he really does have a crush on me, well obsession I should say, but liv is the one that told me he like me and at first I didn’t believe him but I was severely wrong.He even got my order right, which I never told him.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, it’s been a year of us being together and honestly it’s been the best year of my life. We’ve already met each other’s families and my parents love him and same with his parents which is a relief. He’s truly obsessed with me and as a daughter of house of Black I love it.

He worships me as if i’m a goddess, he does everything for me, doesn’t allow me to lift a finger even though he knows I can do things myself, walking beside him, never behind. This is why the women of House of Black are called ‘daughters of Lilith’ we can have our partners do everything for us, never laying beneath them and only walking beside them never behind them.We could have a multitude of men at our beckoned call we they wished.

「 ☆ LUCIUS ☆ 」

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, a year, a whole year being with the girl of my dreams and my parents love her.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, seventh year and five months before we graduate and shit hits the fan, seventh year and six months since me and Cissa became engaged, seventh year and three months since the Knights of Walpurgis were created. Everyone is on edge especially after what Morana found out.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑,she looks so beautiful walking down the isle, I’m finally marrying the love of my life, the girl of my dreams, she’ll finally be mrs.Malfoy.

© 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.

[teacupsandcyanide]

I couldn’t provide screenshots or talk much about it without semi-doxxing myself at the time but a couple years ago we lived near a fish and chip place that always had a sign in the window loudly proclaiming that they were opening soon, but they did not in fact ever open, and if you googled them to try to work out what the deal was, a ton of absolutely batshit reviews showed up which made it clear that there was some kind of Capulet and Montague level family feud going on. Half the reviews were abysmal and half were glowing, and throughout was sprinkled a liberal dose of back and forth from various people either accusing the owner of being the worst chippie owner to ever chip or accusing other reviewers of being lying sockpuppets from the rival family.

I was obsessed with that place. I told all my friends about it. I had one friend gently tell me that I had to stop telling them about it, because I kept forgetting I’d already told them. And then one time I got a Covid shot from a guy who was also twinkish, was also a huge Van Gogh fan, also collected novelty socks, and had the name my parents would have given me if I’d been amab. And he also lived near us and we both brought up the fish and chip shop at the same time, at which point ensued a Stepbrothers/AVPS mirror interaction as we both tried to infodump about the fish and chip shop and its mesmerisingly contentious Google review history. He’s still the only person who has ever been as invested in that fish and chip shop as me. And the fish and chip shop is still opening soon. At Christmastime they put a glowing blow-up snowman in the window. They never actually open.

[pathologicalantiethicaldreamgirl]

Chapter 1: The beginning

Taylor's POV

My mom had always said a man looks best when he's wearing a suit and I don't think I had fully understood that phrase until that moment. Matty had been at some photoshoot earlier and was too lazy to go home and change. Although not too lazy to get some wine to Jack's studio all the way down Brooklyn. Same wine we were drinking straight from the bottle. Margaret and Jack shared one, and he and I shared another.

My eyes were fixated on his mouth while he was drinking, and I could feel his eyes at the time that he handed me the bottle when I mimicked his actions. Jack was mumbling something at the piano, hitting the Do as if he could get a song from it. Maybe he'd do it. A part of me wanted to join him but the other was being drawn to the guy with the messy hair, and surprisingly enough, I caught myself daydreaming about running my fingers through his hair drawing an imaginary line from his neck to the ink in his arms. I only came back to reality when I heard him coughing, and by the look in his eyes, I wondered if he had read my mind.

-I think I need to grab a bite so the wine doesn't get to my head-

His words seemed to be directed to me, or at least I was the only one paying attention to them, because Jack's mind had already created a world with his short melody and Margaret was dragged into it.

-Come here, if you are lucky enough, the cleaning lady might have already done the shopping, and if not, I think I can get you some toast...-

I headed into the kitchen without looking back as if I was to become a pile of salt. We entered the kitchen and I opened one of the cupboards. Just pop tarts to eat and a bag with two top slices of bread. I cracked a smile when I heard Matty's frustrated groans.

-Of course, I had to come to the flat of the worst Jewish in the city-

I took the pop-tarts and ripped them open, -I actually like the cinnamon-, I replied.

He was smirking. There was no need to look at him for me to know it. I put them in a toaster and I wondered if I should take another package for the lovebirds to have. Lost in that train of thought, I didn't realize the moment he got behind me sniffing the air.

-Surely the cinnamon doesn't smell half bad.-

I could swear his voice was lower than usual.

-Should we get them out before they get too crunchy?" His arm brushed my skin as he reached for the pastry.-

I tilted my head to see his eyes and soon I was trapped between both of his arms. I actually don't know if this thing is going to kill me.

-I'm not used to this level of processed sugar.

-Yeah, god forbid you to put anything synthetic into your organism.

-Oh, I've done that. -

His laugh made me wince. He broke the pop tart in two and took one half to my mouth. "Blow", he said. I obeyed and took a bite. I like the flavor of cinnamon but I knew the warm feeling inside of me wasn't related to it.

He took the other half of the pop tart to his mouth without letting me go and all I could do was turn my body to face him.

-How could you lie to me? Is this what you people wanted to do when you got free from the motherland?-

-Oh I'm sorry we don't have fish and chips for you.And what’s that synthetic thing you’ve put inside of you? Nevermind I don’t wanna hear it, you’re gross. -

-Nothing harder than drugs-

And there we had the laugh again. But this time I felt him and I swore something was going to happen until I heard the voices.

Phoebe danced into the room holding the guy with the funny accent whose name I can never remember because, for me, he will always be that character he played in that hulu series.

-Maggie told me you'd be here-. She said with a bright smile on her face, and Matty snorted. He was not holding me anymore, but he was really close to me, and I could see this guy's eyes taking notes in the distance.

- Don't let her hear you. She hates that nickname, or maybe she only hates it when someone other than Jack is saying it. Maybe it's their kink. Matty added

The expression of Phoebe's boyfriend slightly changed when he joked.

-Ok, but do you think it's a safe word for Jack to say if he feels that Margaret it's been too harsh on him?- Phoebe contributed

-I don't know. I wouldn't dismiss my boy so easily. Maybe Maggie is her pet name.- I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth, but Matty always had that effect on me. Around him, I was always more careless. Freer.

-How come you came to my house uninvited to discuss my sex life? - Jack’s voice pretended to sound offended but in reality, he seemed unaffected by the comments.-but again the only one who gives me a little credit is Tay-Tay- we fist bumped.

-I also criticized your nation's taste in food.-Matty muttered, and that dude around Phoebe nodded. -Americans' taste buds have been really affected throughout the years.-

-Oh!, Paul is just sour because we have the best McDonald's - Phoebe said while hanging her arms around her boyfriend, but again Matty was the one who answered.

-I'll give you that. And some other good things too- And by the look on Jack's face and the heat on my cheeks I knew everyone in the room realized how I felt about Matty's statement.

It was evident that we were all feeling comfortable hanging around with each other, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain type of uneasiness around Phoebe’s boyfriend. And I don’t want to be misunderstood by saying this, it’s not that he wasn’t fun to be around, but I felt like he could expose this thing between Matty and I, whatever it was, I didn’t even know how to explain it myself. Jack and Margaret could pretend it wasn’t there, but how do you manage to hide it away from your boyfriend’s best friend? Did I need to worry about it at all? Was there really something to be exposed or judged between two old friends connecting again? We never truly became strangers, we barely lost touch, and it was somehow refreshing to be enjoying ourselves again. However,my relationship with Matty was everything except a random connection…

[crimsonblackrose]

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Moon bought a lot of disco ball drink cups for her party. I've seen those before, they're cute.

Hawk hits on Moons girlfriend. 😅

Hair compliments.

I forgot moon's girlfriend wears a leather jacket.

Piper.

The sugar skull guitar on the wall is great.

Johnny filling the awkward void with chips and salsa. Same.

I'm surprised to see you in a place like this. Why you think I eat out of a dumpster? Good point there Johnny. Daniel: what's your problem. Daniel, don't make me break out the score card here. You have the most tallys. I'm very tired of breaking it out. I should've made a literal score card. Maybe...next watch through. The new season dropped I'm not going back.

I'm just trying to run a business man is very very much the point here.

I didn't realize you were in the business of vandalizing dojos. Daniel, his students did that and he didn't know, which you never listened to. What Daniel never seems to realize, but I think Amanda did is that except 1 time to Miguel, Johnny tells the truth and owns up to the things he did. But I assume either mongoose brain or trauma from Silver, Daniel almost never believes him.

Daniel bringing up that Kreese showed up at his dojo and threatened a war coming. And you can see Johnny thinking fast trying to figure out when that happened, why and what he can do about it before remembering he kicked Kreese out. Which Johnny could've said, because saying he left and isn't coming back triggers that sassy mongoose brain. "Let me guess he died, again. I hope it was an open casket so you could check his pulse."

See! Look how good you two are when you actually listen to one another and have a conversation. Johnny was hoping he'd changed and then pushed him away when he realized he hadn't.

Daniel and Amanda enrolled Robby in West Valley. Amanda told Carmen, it's shocking that no one again, told Johnny. He heard it like third hand. "That's the rule, you stay with us, you go to school."

Somewhere Mr. Miyagi is grumbling about how Daniel-san didn't go to school like he promised and instead bought a flight ticket and then instead bought a shop.

Both Amanda and Carmen check in on Johnny about the school knowledge, Daniel doesn't even clock that Johnny doesn't know anything, because he's been withholding information. Makes me wonder if Carmen asked about it and Amanda filled her in on what she knew.

Looks like they only screwed up Carmen's order.

Look at Demetri trying to test the waters of their friendship again. Fishing with Doctor who facts. Moffat not being the showrunner is what catches him.

Hawk hurt and lashing out. Based off what he says I guess Hawk was hoping Demetri would fight him for pouring beer on him?

Demetri maybe gets the worst of it all for the guys, bullied by Kyler and then by Hawk. The best friend since childhood turning on you was supposed to be also Aisha and Sam's thing, but they truly truly pulled away from Aisha to focus on Sam and Tory.

Two shots of vodka now. Robby still trying to calm Sam down, but like her father she doesn't back down from a fight.

Sam, it's 2 shots of vodka, why'd you finish one and then throw it aside? It's gotta be refilled. What a waste of plastic.

Tory fell because Stingray cheered her on and she turned to look at him, aka lost her focus. That fall looked painful.

Very tired Miguel returns.

Blueberry pie conversation lol I like that they're having fun and making jokes.

I suppose it's the you put a blueberry pie on my chair first, leaving out details that makes Daniel not trust him, but at the same time, they both do that.

Johnny you totally dance, you danced with Ali.

Carmen: I can be your salsa sensei. Of course that got Johnny, his dream was of Carmen being his teacher. 😂

See Carmen says: hey when you're fighting someone do you look at their feet? No, you look them in the eyes. I always took that as her picking up karate things, but knowing what Miguel's father does, makes me wonder if she picked it up from being around so many fighters.

Everyone is having so much fun, I love that for them.

What is sam drinking? That doesn't look like water, girl you need water.

Poor Robby, he literally came to this party to be distracted from his mother going to rehab and Sam gets smashed and ignores him. Like he came to the party to be on a date with her, not baby sit her or deal with a drunk, he's already spent his whole life babysitting drunks.

Sam's actually a little mean to him and yet Robby very sweetly is like I know this is the booze talking, I'm going to get you some food, I'll be right back.

Aisha! I've missed you 😭. Come on Sam, even Aisha is trying to warn you to stop drinking.

See Robby this is why you should've told Sam about Miguel dropping off the medal, Aisha just told Sam that. And that neither her, Tory or Miguel stole it.

Demetri this is a low low low blow.

lol crazy clown cosplay

Nick loves math humor

Eli cried when Dobby died, and they watched all of HP together. His hero is Steve jobs. (I can't believe Eli stood through this roast and let it go for as long as it did) the lowest blow: sleep enuresis. Demetri's mom was kind of mean. Had a special air mattress for him called Eli's waterbed.

Daniel literally every time you hang out with Johnny you have fun.

Daniel hadn't seen the changes to the challenger until now.

Miguel checking on Sam and he just looks so done and tired.

The Sam and Miguel kiss was a terrible choice, Sam was super drunk but I don't know what excuse Miguel has.

Chris defends Demetri against Hawk first. Which Kudos to Chris for standing up to Hawk. Then Robby steps in.

I love that there's no fight because of the cops.

The kids running out the door but grabbing pizza boxes before they go. 😂😂😂😂😂

Sam apologizing to Robby but he thinks it's because she's drunk and has been mean to him. She doesn't want to go home because she'll get in trouble.

Sam looks like such a wreck.

This is such a compliment to Johnny that he's the one they'd go to if Sam can't go home. That Robby listened to his mom and was like okay, if Sam can't go home, we'll go to dad's.

And Johnny like instantly realizes that the case of Sam's scared to go home so she's spending the night because Johnny will keep them safe and he knows how to handle and care for messy drunks. And that Daniel will flip.

[thessalian]

I think it’s worse when you realise that you have.

Okay. I first moved to England when I was 16. I wound up with a boyfriend at least partly because I was kind of crap at letting people down gently (or at all) at the time, especially if they were ... well ... kind of like the last puppy in the shop? Anyway, we were both into Shakespeare, and I was thrilled at living in a place where I could get to performances so comparatively easily and there was a performance of The Comedy of Errors over in Watford - a relatively quick train ride away - so we decided to make that our first date.

I was so excited. I’d been to the theatre a few times and it was an occasion for me. Also it was a first date, so very much an occasion for me. I dressed up nicely, actually did makeup, all that. He was ... not as well-dressed, but I guess I didn’t notice because he’d never been a jeans-and-T-shirt sort of person. Anyway, off we went - an hour or so on the train, lunch in Watford, and Shakespeare! Except he nearly made us late for our train because he stopped in WH Smith to pick up a Doctor Who comic and ignored me in favour of said comic for most of the journey.

We then proceeded to go find someplace for lunch. Ended up in a department store cafeteria with him saying that we didn’t have time for a meal because we’d be late for the performance and to just get something quick. So I got a tuna sandwich and some crisps. He ordered fish and chips. Which we had to wait for because they needed to cook fresh chips. Which they told him, but he was fine to wait, apparently. So I was done with my lunch before he even got his.

He talked with his mouth full (about Doctor Who, mainly, about which I did not really care that much at the time), spraying me with half-chewed potato during most of this, and then, when he finally realised how much time he was taking, he wrapped his greasy-ass battered fish in a single-ply paper napkin, put it in the bag he was carrying his comic in, and took it with him “to eat later”.

This will be important later.

Despite the fact that he kept insisting we’d be late, he stopped off at the local branch of HMV to look for Doctor Who videos (yes, this is still the era of VHS). He spent twenty minutes at this and the minute I wandered off to look at the new CD releases, he suddenly drags me out, insisting that we’re late for the theatre!

...They hadn’t even opened the doors yet. We had to sit there for a half-hour waiting for the damn place to open. But eventually we get in, take our seats, lights go down, performance begins ... and this guy, who was very much enamoured with his own intellectual prowess and was condescending about anyone who didn’t “get” Shakespeare, spends the entire opening monologue elbowing me in the ribs and asking what the people on stage were on about. Basically asking me to translate Shakespeare into English he could understand. Honestly, I missed a trick when I didn’t say “Dick joke, dick joke, social commentary, dick joke”, but I was trying to watch the play and respect the actors so I ignored him. At which point he goes rummaging in his bag for his Doctor Who comic, apparently set to read the thing in the middle of the performance he’d paid good money (a lot of money for someone in their mid-teens, in point of fact) to see. He put it away without opening it, and I thought “Thank the gods he’s got some shame”.

Except ... no. Remember the greasy-ass battered fish in the single-ply paper napkin that he put into that same bag? Well, apparently the fish leaked grease all over everything and ruined his shiny new Doctor Who comic. Which I thought was great comeuppance when I found out at intermission ... at least until he thrust the greasy wad of paper and batter and fish at me and told me (didn’t ask; told me) to throw it away for him. Which I did at least in part as an excuse to step away from him and not punch him in the mouth.

I bought myself some wine gums, which I refused to share (I did not want him eating gummy sweets while sitting right next to me given his lack of manners as regards chewing), and then when the show kicked back off, he went back to elbowing me in the ribs asking what the actors what they were on about. At which point I hissed at him to shut up.

While waiting for the train home, not only did he make zero apology for any of the frustrations of the evening, he told me that I was overdressed and shouldn’t have bothered. And then, at the end of a train journey that felt longer than it was because of the silence in which we spent it (me seething, him apparently more concerned about his ruined comic than my feelings), was surprised when I didn’t kiss him good-night. And was further surprised when I dumped him the next day.

Oh this is going to be good

[rambleswhatsthepoint]

11/13/22

Wow, time just flew by there since my last post.

Work has been crazy busy - yuck.

I had a wonderful vacation - off for a week around my birthday.  I went to Canada to visit my friend/coworker and stay at her cottage she has up in Bala, Ontario.  It was freakishly good weather the time I was there - didn’t really even need jackets to go hiking walking around.  Sitting at the dock, sipping coffee, just enjoying the view was just so relaxing.

Flew in to Toronto, drove up a couple hours to the cottage.  I took a nap, lol, when we arrived - i feel like the older i get, the worse travel hits me.  and then we sat out on the dock and just had dinner in.  Friday we did a nice 5 mile hike around a place called Hardy Lake.  i say hike cause there was mud and inclines and declines and a few places of “rock climbing” lol.  not super hard, but i don’t know why i was imagining a nicely paved path.  spotted two snakes. Didn’t see any beavers but some other hikers we chatted with in the parking lot saw some :(  had the best fish and chips i’ve had in forever from a small place in town.  Figured out how to make a fire and had smores.  Saturday we did a short more casual hike and drove around some of the small towns in the area, walked around small shops.  Chilled in the hot tub for a bit, also made smores again lol. Sunday we drove back to Toronto and stayed in a 5 star hotel that she told me she paid with “points” but I have a sneaking suspicion she’s a liar lol.  probably the only time in my life i’ll stay in a 5 star hotel LOL.  we met up with her friend for Brunch and then walked around a place with a lot of shops in an area called Yorkville.  i got myself a new ring from Tiffany’s.  my first birthday since I got divorced - fuck it i’m treating myself.  we also of course made it to the Peloton store, lol, bought some apparel :)  then we had dinner in a really nice mexican restaurant in an area called the Distillery district.  It was a great short trip.  Logistically, i felt like a pro, lol, even though I flew out of the farther airport.  was just cheaper to park in the long term lot than take an 80 dollar uber to the airport and then back.

her house was just beautiful, besides being along a river.  there was one spot in her room that was frustrating her like it was messy and unorganized.  i said - uh that is my entire house.  I just feel stuck with all my things.  i need to get rid of things, give things away.  since i’ve been back i bought new bathroom rugs and bathroom hand towels.  some new throws. a cute owl door stop.  it’s interesting and nice in my mind to think that they are nice and new and he never has set foot on them or used them.  they are part of my new life.

today i celebrated my birthday with my mom, dad, and his new family.  i treated them out to my favorite chinese/dim sum restaurant.  then we went to i guess my step-mom’s sister’s place, who lives about 5 minutes from the restaurant and just hung out for a bit.  it was nice and they gave me some thoughtful gifts.

we took some pics though and there were some unflattering angles that are really motivating me now lol.  time to get moving and not eat anything/everything i want lol.   

i think i’m gonna put up the christmas tree this week/weekend. LOL

it’s Rogers birthday this week.  i sent him a bone and some jerky treats.

i also have been reading up and trying to take better care of Tortie.  i was getting worried cause she was slowing up a bit and I guess it’s natural cause of the seasons changing... but it’s opened my eyes up to all the things i should be doing that i wasn’t!

[going-to-superhell]

just drove by Apollos fish and chips

[gurugirl]

The Tiffany Club Part 18*

Summary: Harry and Camille go to London and it's a wonderful time, until there's a misunderstanding and things take a turn for the worst

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, dd/lg dynamic, descriptions of alcohol use, mentions of disordered eating, angst :(

Part 17*

Part 18* - Harry

London in the wintertime is very similar to New York City in the wintertime. Bitter cold chilly air, grey skies, rain drizzle, with plenty of cozy little pubs and restaurants to stop in and warm up.

Camille and I had gotten into London the night before and spent most of the day in my flat sleeping and having sex but tonight I wanted to take her out for dinner and brisk walk to get some fresh air and see the city. Camille had never been to London before.

We arrived on Saturday morning and my first of two meetings with the investor wouldn’t be until Monday afternoon. So today, we were just enjoying the city together. I took her to one of my old haunts and we grabbed a small table near the fireplace at the pub.

Camille sat down in the booth and I slid in next to her, sliding my arm behind her and pulling her in close. It was cold out and we were shivering. Our “quick” walk turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated after leaving the corner shop near my flat. I didn’t remember this pub being a 20-minute walk away but now that we were here it felt nice to snuggle together at a booth.

Camille leaned into my hold and looked up at me, her chin pressed onto my arm, “This is nice. I’m glad I could come.”

Camille was in a good mood after she got a text from Richard with a picture of Barry laying on his back, stretched out along our brand new couch. She was happy that Barry was in good hands. It made this trip easier on her. I hadn’t realized how attached she was to Barry. I mean, I know Barry is important to her, hell, I’m a sucker for the guy myself, but I just didn’t realize the anxiety she had attached to it until the night before our flight. She was all wound up and nervous that something would go wrong with Richard watching Barry. Or that Barry would be sad or anxious himself. But now, that we’re here and she’s gotten a few photos of Barry and snippets of updates from Richard she seems lighter.

I kissed her forehead and our waitress arrived to take our order. We both get the fish and chips (vegetarian or not, you must get the fish and chips when in London) and got a pint each.

Camille had been working on being more casual with her food intake. When I first met her she was overly strict in the way she counted her calories and wouldn’t eat certain foods at all. One afternoon I arrived to her place before she had to go to the club and brought her a bagel because I’d picked one up for myself. But when I pulled it out for her she looked guilty when she told me she wasn’t going to eat it because she had overeaten the night before (I made her eat a dessert at dinner – that was her idea of overeating) and needed to let her tummy settle. I had been concerned about what I’d seen but any time I offered her a little more to eat she’d rarely accept. Bringing it up to her after she quit the club went far better than I thought it would. She was receptive to the idea and she’s been working on it ever since.

We both shift a bit to remove our coats and I take hers and mind and put it next to corner shop bag that has wine in it, and onto the other seat of the booth we’re not occupying. We settle back in the seat and she keeps her head on my arm as I wrap my hand behind her back.

The pub is busy tonight, for a Sunday evening. But that’s London I suppose.

While we’re about halfway through our meal, an old colleague of mine spotted me and made his way to our table. I stand to greet him, shaking his hand and he slides into the seat of the booth across from us.

“Wow, it’s been ages! Where’ve you been hiding?” He jokes. We lost touch a few years ago and we weren’t so close that keeping in touch made sense.

“Just been busy with the company. Opened up a location in New York City and I’m there now most of the time. Uh, this is Camille, my girlfriend.” I put my arm over Camille’s shoulder and then look down at her as I gesture toward my colleague, “This is Adrian. We worked together before I split off and started up Styles Capital.”

Camille lifts up a bit and reaches over the booth with her hand out, which Adrian promptly takes to shake, “It’s nice to meet you, Adrian.” Camille smiles at him before bringing herself back down to sitting.

In between bites I tell Adrian a little about the firm and how I met Camille but keep it vague with everything else. I love telling the story about how Camille and I met by literally running in to one another. Camille doesn’t mind people knowing she was a sex worker but she is guarded about it. There’s always a stigma and most of the time it’s just not necessary to bring up, so I don’t. I will always let her be the one to say it, if she chooses.

And Adrian is nice to catch up with, but as we’re exchanging pleasantries I’m remembering why I was never very close to him to begin with. He’s quite opinionated and nosy. He has kept the conversation mostly to asking me questions but when he begins to ask Camille more about herself he doesn’t seem to let up.

“So you do research for anthropology projects?” He asks. It’s a normal question but Camille is getting a bit fidgety.

“Yeah, it’s mostly personal projects. My goal is to start working for the Metropolitan Museum and doing paid projects. Get some more experience and maybe have some things published? Perhaps I’ll even go back to school to get my masters finally.” She picks up her beer to take a drink. I can tell she doesn’t want to keep rehashing the same thing with him, but Adrian keeps picking.

“You don’t have your masters? That’s possibly why you’ve not been published yet. So, you don’t have a job? Or you just do this as a hobby?”

Camille shifts a little and picks at the salty chip in her fingers, “No job right now. Just researching and taking it one step at a time.” She smiles at him and plops the chip into her mouth.

“So, you’ve Harry here then taking care of you. Good job.” I snap my eyes to Adrian and furrow my brow. I don’t like his comment, though it might not mean anything negative, I can tell Camille is uncomfortable.

“That’s enough about her. She’s trying to eat, mate.” I glance at Camille who is looking down at her plate and back to Adrian.

He puts his palms up in surrender, “Just asking, man. Curious about what she did for a living. It’s not like she’s prostitute or anything.” He laughs.

I slide out of the booth and put my hand out for Adrian to take and he does. Pulling him to standing I give him a gruff squeeze of the hand and move him from the table, “Nice talking to you. We’re gonna get back to our dinner, if you don’t mind. Have a great evening.” Luckily he got the hint and waved goodbye to Camille as he went back to wherever he was sat originally.

“Sorry about that, babe. I remembered why he and I weren’t friends as he just kept talking and talking. Annoying.” I lean down to kiss her forehead and she looks up at me and smiles, putting her hand on my thigh.

“It’s okay. I’m not upset. Just felt uncomfortable.”

~~

The following day I left Camille at my flat while I had to attend meetings. The analysts put together a great pitch book for the investor we were trying to win. Monday’s meeting was the pitch and Q&A session. Tuesday would be nitty gritty, and hopefully a commitment from the investor and then dinner.

When I returned to the flat Monday it was nearly 7pm. Camille had made dinner and she had the table set, and ready for me. She was wearing sweatpants and a cropped sweater with her hair in a bun. Camille was the best thing I could have come home to any day. There was no part of me that regretted having her with me.

While we ate, Camille sat right next to me and showed me the pictures of Barry that Richard sent her. She was in a great mood. I could tell she was wanting my attention. When she cleared the table she came back to me as I was on my cellphone looking at my work emails. She gently took the phone from my hand and placed it on the dining table and then crawled onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine as she looped her arms around my neck and kissed me with a quick peck.

“Missed you all day. I know I told you already but I really, really missed you today.” She leaned in and connected our lips again. I loved her like this. Loved getting all of her attention and her kisses. I put my arms around to her bum and pull her in closer. We kiss like that for a bit. It’s soft and a little bit messy when we begin to use our tongues but it’s passionate. I love how we kiss. I love how she melts into me and sighs and looks at me like I’m everything. It makes me so weak. And not in a bad way, just in the way that I would bend to her every time. I’d do anything she wanted.

I slip my hands up slowly and skim my palms over her warm skin under her sweater. When I push my hands up further on her back I realize she’s not wearing a bra so I lean back from her and look at her with my head tilted, “No bra? Nice and comfy, huh, baby? Let’s see…” I slowly lift the fabric upward until I’ve got her breasts exposed for me. I shift in my seat and lean her backwards so her back is pressed against the table as I bend over her to kiss her soft breasts. Her hands wind into my hair as I dot warm kisses over her and lick at her nipples. I spread my palms over her ribs under her tits as I keep giving attention to each nipple and all the skin around her breasts. Camille’s little whimpers are such a turn on. Everything she does turns me on. The girl has me wrapped around her pinky finger.

Soon, Camille has her pants off and my cock is out and read for her to slide down onto. We’re still at the dining table as she climbs back into my lap and presses herself to me.

“See, Daddy? S’just for you. You want it?” She’s looking at me so innocently but she’s anything but innocent. I slide my hands over her ass and squeeze at her.

“Always my girl. Love being inside of you, baby.”

Camille leans herself back as I guide my cock to her little wet hole and I push my tip just past her entrance, both of us moaning as we look at one another. Her slick insides are so warm and inviting.

Camille grinds down over me with her mouth dropped open and her eyes wide, “So fucking deep in there. Oh my goddd…” she whimpers. I am deep too. I can feel everything around me. She begins to drag her hips over me and I assist by lifting her ass up a little each time she slicks herself up.

My legs are spread wide and Camille is using her thighs to lift herself and drop back over me the best she can. It’s slow and wet and exactly what both of us needed after our long day.

Suddenly I get a call. My cellphone is on the table and as much as I want to ignore it so I can take care of my girl, the investor situation at work means I need to be on call. It’s too much money to walk away from or ignore.

I wrap my arm around Camille’s back and lean forward to pick up my cellphone, looking into her eyes, “Sorry, honey. This’ll just take a sec. Stay right here on my lap, okay?” Camille nods at me and rocks her hips gently back and forth as I answer the call.

“Hello, Styles here.” It’s my colleague Cindy.

“Styles… good to hear your voice. I heard the pitch went very well today. I look forward to celebrating tomorrow night if everything goes to plan with the deal.”

I roll my eyes. Cindy made a point to seek me out at the office before the pitch to the investor. She’s not on the team for this deal so she wasn’t part of the meeting. I could tell right away when she found me this morning that she was going to try something.

“Yes, went very well. Our analysts did a great job of getting the numbers and pitch deck completed.”

Camille is softly panting as she slowly rolling her hips over me. Her wet pussy is dripping down my shaft and wetting my thighs. I inhale a sharp breath when she squeezes hard over me, I can tell she did it on purpose when she smirks at me.

“Look, I’m glad you’re in town. I won’t keep you long…” Cindy continues saying something I barely hear as Camille starts to lift herself up and gives me the hottest view of my cock all shiny with her arousal, stuffed into her little cunt. She drops back down and moans, keeping her eyes on mine. I bite my lip to hold back my heavy breathing.

“So, just wanted to run that idea by you. We can talk about it more tomorrow, though.”

I buck my hips upward, pressing my cock even deeper into Camille and I let out a harsh groan just as Camille whimpers. I do it again because I love how it feels having my cock lodged deep into her pussy, not caring I’m on the phone at all.

“Yeah, tomorrow…” I breathe out into the phone to Cindy. Camille’s wet pussy is gliding up and down me and it’s slick noises are so hot.

“You sound busy, I’ll let you go. Uh…” Cindy says something else and I end the call, not even caring anymore. I need to fuck my girl and she’s been so good for me.

I set the phone down onto the table and Camille and I go back to what we were doing before we were interrupted. Our bodies sliding together, my cock being fucked by her warm pussy, Camille reaches down to rub at her clit as I bring my hips upward to fuck up into her.

“Daddy… you’re so big, I’m so full with you…” I roll my eyes in the back of my head and tilt my head backward. Her words and her body are almost too much. I could come too fast.

It’s awkward, fucking on a dining chair, but with Camille, it’s hot as well. She keeps leaning back so I can watch as my cock disappears behind her lips, spreading and parting for me as I push my way into her.

When Camille’s begin to shake I pick up my pace, holding onto her hips and spreading my thighs for better leverage I fuck up into her, the sound of our bodies sticky and slapping together with Camille’s moans pushes me over the edge.

“Come on Daddy’s cock baby. Daddy needs it, need to feel you come all over me.”

Camille whimpers and continues rubbing her clit quickly as her soft moans get louder, “Ahhh… yess… oh… Daddy… you’re so deep inside of me it hurts, but I never want you stop. I need you. I love you, Daddy. Fuck…” her words are pinched and come out whiny as she’s so close. I clench my jaw and continue fucking up into her.

Finally, she’s gasping and groaning loudly, it kind of sounds like someone is being punished, or in a little pain. But she’s far from being in pain, the sounds of ecstasy fall from her mouth as she trembles and comes over my cock, pulsing and writhing over me.

I lodge myself deep into her and hold her hips down over me as I come inside of her hot cunt with a deep groan and a curse, “Fuck!”

When our breathing has evened out Camille leans in to kiss me and she wraps her arms over my shoulders and sighs, “Best cock ever. I just love you, Daddy. Thank you.”

I squeeze Camille’s hips and smile, kissing the top of her head, “Mmm… yeah? I love you, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

~~

The following day at work goes as planned and even better. The new investor is in and after work we all go out to celebrate. The investor brings a few of his own colleagues and what I didn’t expect is that Adrian, the annoying guy from the pub, is among them. Adrian gets a little too cozy with me, talking shit about people at the dinner, making jokes about women, ogling Cindy. And as much as I’d rather just keep my distance from Cindy, she makes it difficult and I also don’t want her to hear the things Adrian’s said about her.

The whole night is uncomfortable but I’m in an upbeat mood. The deal is done and the investor is ours. That’s the whole goal. The trip has been worth it.

As the night progresses and everyone begins to relax, Cindy won’t leave my side. It’s rather annoying but she hasn’t done anything to suggest she’s trying to hit on me. Yet.

But then, “So… who did you have over last night?” She whispers to me. She’s a little, tiny bit sloshed. She’s had a number of dirty martinis and I’ve kept myself to a nice buzz with a few whiskeys.

“What do you mean?” I furrow my brow, not knowing what she’s getting at.

“I called you last night and you stopped talking suddenly but then I heard you with someone.”

I had half forgotten that she’d even called the night before as I was balls deep in Camille. Then it dawned on me that I was on the phone with Cindy while Camille was in my lap fucking me. And when I thought I’d ended the call, perhaps I didn’t?

“Uhm… I didn’t realize you’d heard anything. My girlfriend is with me here in London.”

Cindy laughed and nudged me with her shoulder, “Mmm… the girl from New York you’re seeing? Interesting… and yeah, I heard a lot actually. She likes calling you Daddy huh? I remember when I’d call you Daddy…”

I lift my head and look around to make sure no one’s hearing this, “You stayed on the call even when you heard that?” I frowned at her. It felt like a bit of a violation. She could have hung up when she realized what was going on, or maybe not even brought it up. But she was quite tipsy, so perhaps she was letting the alcohol do the talking for her.

“It sounded really good. Reminded me of when you’d fuck me back in the day. Nice big cock, mmm…” she wobbled and took another sip of her martini and I rolled my eyes.

Just then Adrian made his appearance again, “This you side piece? Or is the girl from the other day your side piece?” Adrian really didn’t have a filter. He was trying to be funny but he just wasn't. I was surprised he was working with my investor to be honest.

I shook my head, “This is my colleague. The other woman is my girlfriend. I don’t have a side piece. Don’t need one.”

Adrian nods his head dramatically and winks, “Okay, mate. I see.”

I shake my head and begin to walk away from the impending disaster. Between Cindy and Adrian, I need a breather.

I go to the men’s bathroom and take a piss and then check my phone, sending a quick text to Camille, seeing how she’s doing. She sends me a picture of Barry (that Richard had sent her) and then a picture of herself curled up on my couch with a glass of wine. It makes me smile, warms my heart. I kind of want to slip out of here and ditch this place, go back to her and curl up on the couch with her.

I click to call her, just to hear her voice and she picks up right away, “Hey! I miss you. When are you coming back?” She’s too cute and I smile widely at hearing her voice.

“Soon. Getting bored here. Would much rather be spending my evening with you. Maybe another hour?”

Just then the bathroom door opens and I look up to see Cindy. She grins and walks up to me and drapes an arm over my shoulders as I’m speaking to Camille.

Cindy’s slurred voice comes out loudly, “Maybe you can do to me what you did your girlfriend last night – whoever’s on the line can listen in too.” I quickly cover the receiver and gently peel Cindy off of me and give her a look of warning.

“Stop. That’s not happening. You need to get out of here.”

I lift the phone back up to speak to Camille and it’s silent, “You there baby? Camille?” I hear her breathing.

“Yeah. What’s going on, Harry?” She sounds upset.

Cindy speaks again, “Come on Daddy. Want that big cock, like old times…”

I rush out of the bathroom and keep the phone to my ear. I’m red in the face and my heart is pounding. I know Camille heard something and this isn’t good.

“Someone won’t stop following me. I don't know why she said that... You know what? I’m leaving now to come back to you. Sorry about that it wasn’t…”

Camille’s voice cuts me off, “FUCK YOU!” and the calls drops.

I panic as I call her back but she doesn’t answer, “Fuck!” I groan and pull at my hair. I find a few people from the office at let them know I have an emergency and need to leave. Everyone has had a bit to drink and no one cares much that I’m dodging out early.

I hail a taxi and as soon as I’m in the backseat I call Camille again. And again. And again. She doesn’t answer. I feel tears threatening to peel out of my eyes and I’m nauseated at how she must feel. If she heard anything that Cindy said I could be fucked.

Twenty minutes later I arrive at my flat, rushing inside I see the TV is still on, a blanket is crumpled up on the couch and there’s a light on in the kitchen, “Camille? Baby!” I rush around the flat and she’s no where to be found. She’s not here. Panic sets in further and I’m suddenly realizing, she’s left. She’s gone and I don’t know where she would have run off too. Camille could have gotten a taxi and hotel room but there’s no telling where she’s at.

I call her again but this time the call goes directly to voicemail. I leave her the most frantic and erratic message ever. Then I text her and note that it doesn’t go through. The little red notice telling me the text didn’t get sent. I try again and again and I feel like I’m going to vomit. This can’t be happening.

Part 19

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Pretty Eyes (Josie Saltzman Smut)

REQUESTED: Can you please make a smut fic with josie from legacies and reader? Reader is shy and it's the first time she likes a girl. Josie tries to help her relax by turning her on and pleasing her. Lots of dirty talk fingering eat out but she goes slow. Reader is shy but josie finds it cute. Thank you !

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“Sooo, you never decided on where to go for our next date?” You looked up and Josie Saltzman was sat right next to you.

“I know you wanted us to take turns, but I don’t really know anywhere good enough.” You admitted sheepishly to the girl you were currently taking out. Nevertheless, Josie smiled at you and grabbed your hands.

“That’s alright, we can do a movie night for your turn. But I expect some research on the next date night spot!” She squeezed your hands and made a pointed look. You laughed softly, more to yourself.

“Y-Yeah. I promise, Josie.” You took the warning with appreciation for her patience. She nodded and kissed your cheek before getting up and leaving. You turned back to your school books with a problem brewing inside of you.

You wanted to be a good girlfriend, even though you weren’t labeling things right now, and that was at your request. You had never been with a girl before and it was the first time a girl wanted to pursue you. Especially as much as Josie did. She seemed far more comfortable with the ideas of touching you and kissing you. You were just terrified you wouldn’t be good enough for her because of your inexperience.

“You alright, Y/N?” You looked up again to find Hope. Hope seemed like a great person, but Josie still had mixed feelings. Mr. Saltzman clearly doted on Hope, and you could tell how it made Lizzie and Josie feel. But he never did anything more for Hope than he would do for the twins.

“Uh, yeah. Shit! She never told me when movie night was.” Your thoughts of Josie interrupted you. Hope’s eyes widened slightly.

“Trouble in paradise?” You shook your head.

“No, no. Josie’s great, it’s more of me and my insecurities, to be honest.” You sighed and shut your books. Hope sat down and leant on her elbow.

“Y/N, I can tell you that Josie really likes you just the way you are. If there’s anything I can say about her, it’s that she’s very accommodating to those that put in the effort. That’s at least how our relationship is getting better.” She looked off into the distance towards the end. You nodded and shrugged.

“It’s more of my own head. I know Josie cares about me and I care so much about her. I guess I should get ahold of her to set up movie night.” You pulled out your phone.

“She loves peach rings, by the way.” Hope added before leaving you alone once more.

~

You nearly collapsed as you opened the door to your room and let your grocery bags fall to the floor.

“Never doing that again.” You grumbled, picking up the bags one by one and putting them on your side table. This is what happens when you procrastinate shopping for movie night. To be fair, you procrastinated a few of your assignments until last minute, so they got in the way of you going to the store…

You made sure you had everything as you put the ice cream and sodas in your mini fridge. The candy, chips, and popcorn packages were laid out in an organized form on your table. You felt like you were missing something…but then a knock sounded on your door.

“Hey! I brought a few different movies, not sure what we were in the mood for. I’ve got Friday the 13th, a horror choice. Friday and Friday After Next, and I got them both because they’re binge worthy comedies. Marley and Me, don’t know why I brought this one because I usually bawl my eyes out. Annnd,” Josie dug into the bottom of her bag to fish out the last movie. “Romeo and Juliet! Personally, I think me and you should star in the remake.” Her smile was bright and made you instantly smile back.

“Well, that sounds like the perfect pick. Personally.” You teased at the end, feeling slightly at ease, because you were terrified you wouldn’t have anything to watch. You opened the door wide and gestured for her to come inside. She entered and went straight for your TV.

“Yes! Peach rings are my favorite.” She noticed the candy laid out. You set a mental reminder to thank Hope later.

“I’ll be sure to remember that. See if they have a peach ring factory to tour or something.” You joked, making Josie scoff.

“They would get my money, I’ll say that.” She grabbed a package and the remote. “Let’s get comfy!” She gestured to the bed while looking at you. You nodded and kicked off your shoes. Finding a snack and grabbing you both a drink, you then plopped onto the bed next to her.

The movie was carrying on, with each of you adding commentary. Either in confusion of the old English usage, in excitement, or criticizing the movie itself.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that you have really pretty eyes, Y/N.” Your eyes widened in surprise of the sudden compliment. You turned to Josie and smiled.

“Uh, I try not to damage the merchandise.” This caused her to erupt in laughter. She shook her head at you and readjusted her cuddling position.

“You know you can accept a compliment right?” Your eyes widened further.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! I mean, thank you.” You said with guilt. Josie brought her face closer to yours, looking into your eyes.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her lips connected with yours, causing your eyes to close. The kiss was soft and gentle. You felt one of her hands rise to your face as she broke the kiss. This wasn’t the first kiss you shared with Josie, but there weren’t a whole lot of other things you’ve done besides share that same sweet kiss.

“I hope, um, I hope that you have a good time when you’re with me, Jos.” You spoke softly, but with sincerity. She sighed and you immediately panicked.

“Of course I have a great time with you, Y/N! Getting to know you and spend time like this has been one of the best parts of my life. Like, top three…and you’re number two.” She teased.

“And what’s number one?”

“Being here at this school. It also led me to you.” She pressed her lips to yours once again. Your hand went to hold her by her waist. You felt her body adjust and begin to straddle you. This caused you to tense up. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you get shy sometimes, Y/N. But there’s nothing to be scared of, not with me.” Her lips were a whisper away from yours and you snatched them right back. You held her waist gently as she pulled back and took off her shirt. She leaned back down to kiss along your neck.

“Jos.” You whispered out to her, gripping her waist a tad tighter. Her hands pushed up on your top and though you were nervous you allowed her to remove it. Only nervous because you didn’t want your lack of experience to disappoint Josie.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” She praised you and fisted your breasts in her hands. Your eyes widened slightly, the feeling being foreign. “Give into it, nothing bad will happen.” She encouraged you as she moved down to your bottoms. She moved back from straddling you and instead knelt between your bare spread legs.

“Please.” You said so softly, you were surprised that Josie heard you. She smirked.

“Eager for adventure I see. And I’m here to please.” Her bottom remained up in the air, the short sleep shorts being swallowed up by her thighs. Her face facing your panty covered core. “You like this?” She questioned as she dragged her fingers over your mound.

“Yes.” You moaned, biting your lip to muffle it. Josie ran her hands up and down your thighs.

“Mmm, this pretty pussy…all for me.” Her dirty talk threw you. Her tongue shot out and dragged up against your barely covered sweet spot.

“Take em off.” You huffed, impatient. Josie was quick to follow along with the request. Your panties were discarded and replaced by Josie’s wet tongue. “Oh my god!” You cried out as the pleasure became immense.

“You’re gonna cum for me tonight, baby. Fall apart on my tongue, forget that shyness.” Her hands gripped your thigh and waist, diving back into your throbbing heat. You whimpered and grabbed her hair, careful not to pull too hard.

“Right there! R-Right there…” Your breath caught and your eyes rolled back. You felt your first orgasm rock your entire being. Josie dipped a finger inside of you, making you let out another gasp.

“You wanna try?” She asked, looking up at you before sucking the very same digit that had been inside of you. You bit your lip nervously.

“I don’t wanna mess it up.” She nodded and sat up on her knees.

“Then you can just touch me.” She grinned and pushed her shorts aside to showcase her bare lower lips. You nodded and sat up. You dragged your fingers down her stomach and pressed two fingers inside of her shorts.

“Jesus.” Your fingers slipped right inside of her, soakingly. You pressed your lips against hers and began pushing your fingers up to speed.

“Y/N, your fingers are so big.” She whined pornographically against your lips. Her hips began moving in accordance.

“Seems like what you want from here.” You whispered back.

“Naughty girl…touch yourself too, baby.” She encouraged. Her hand grabbed your free one and soaked your fingers in her saliva. You didn’t hesitate in beginning to rub your clit quickly. The hype you created for yourself affected the speed of the hand in Josie’s pants. She began whimpering more, speeding up her hips in accordance to your heightened speed, and the sweat on her forehead gave it all away.

“I love you.” You moaned and felt as Josie’s pussy tightened and clenched as she came. You followed right behind.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Josie sighed out as your bodies leant against each other.

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chapter: five ( 4.7k ) rating: mature (death, past abuse, eventual smut) genre: mystery | romance | hurt/comfort tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly summary: when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is. << first < previous | next > last >>

The grocery store was a mess of color and light. You swore you’d never seen so much food in one place. 

Back when your mom had been alive, you’d never really gone to traditional grocery stores. You’d always just visited markets where your mom knew the vendors and could talk down their prices on ugly produce and day old bread. After she’d died, you’d eaten whatever the staff in the group home had provided, then whatever you could scrounge up from convenience stores. Most of the time since you’d aged out of social services, you survived off the free rice and kimchi available in your goshiwon. 

Occasionally, you’d eat at work with your free staff meal, but you tried to avoid it. You knew the sight of you wolfing down ramyeon and cold kimbap as fast as you could made Jiah worry. If she ever saw you looking too haggard, she’d try to slip some home made meals to the front desk of your goshiwon when you weren’t looking and that was as embarrassing as it was helpful. 

For as long as you could remember, the question of where your next meal was coming from had hung over your head like a dark cloud. It didn’t seem like that was going to be a problem any longer. 

Aisle after aisle stretched out before you, blindingly bright. It looked like an amusement park. You were finding it hard to stop staring. You reached out in a haze and picked up the juiciest apple you’d ever seen. Sure, you sold them all the time at Quickstop, but they’d always been dull and just the slightest bit bruised. This one was perfect: fire engine red and still wet from the mister. It was cold and heavy in your hands. You almost felt like crying.

“You good?” Yoongi is beside you, leaning over on the shopping cart, his chin in his hand. He looks dreadfully bored. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, setting the apple gently back in its place. “Yeah; just got distracted for a second.” You give a single tug on the front of the basket to move him along, and he follows, shuffling against the bright white linoleum. 

“Why aren’t you getting that?” He calls, just before you can round the corner into the dry goods aisle. You turn and look at him over your shoulder, confusion slightly furrowing your brow. “Don’t you want it?”

Your eyes flick from his face back to the glittering heap of fruit. You gnaw at your lip. “...They’re 6,000 won a kilo.”

Yoongi purses his lips. “That’s not what I asked you.” 

“I don’t need them,” you huff, trying to stave off the beginnings of another argument. “There’s more important things...like you three and getting you clothes and better furniture and-” Before you get the chance to finish, the gray haired man has ducked back around the corner. He returns with two three kilo bags of apples and dumps them unceremoniously into the cart. 

He looks up at you, brows raised and his eyes daring you to say something. All you do is sigh. “Yoongi-”

“Jimin likes apples.” He says, before you can get a word in edgewise. “They’re for him.” You can’t argue with that. He pushes the basket forward and you two drift down the next aisle. 

There’s a question resting on the tip of your tongue and as you compare brands of rice, you spit it out. “So...what do you guys eat? I read an article that said to mainly feed cat hybrids fish, but...”

“But we’re not house cats.” He finishes, flipping over a box of cereal to read the back. His nose wrinkles at something he finds and he slides it back onto the shelf. It’s cute, you think- or would be if you couldn’t see the tips of his razor sharp incisors poking out when his lip curled up. Yoongi senses your gaze and looks over at you. You look away quickly and make yourself busy reading a label. “We can eat pretty much anything you’d eat. Not too much processed shit or we’ll get sick. Whole foods are better.”

You nod, making a mental note to forego sodas and chips. “And when you’re shifted?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t really eat when we’re shifted down unless we plan on staying there for a long time.” 

You choose a 10 kilo bag of rice, tug it out from the shelf with a little grunt and plop it onto the basket’s bottom shelf. That was good, you supposed. You were worried you were gonna have to watch three big cats rip into raw meat whenever it caught their fancy.  “Why don’t I push the basket and you can pick out things Taehyung and Jimin would want?”

He nods and shifts to the other side of the aisle. “What’s my limit?”

You pause for a moment, then stand and fix him with a strange look. “What do you mean?” He isn’t looking at you. He’s comparing two brands of cereal, scanning the nutritional facts on the back. 

“How much am I allowed to spend on food?” he questions, simply. “-and what foods are we allowed to eat?”

You balked at him. “.. .you want me to control your diet?”

“I don’t want you to, but most owners prefer a certain look.” He turns his flat, yellow-grey eyes on you. “So what is it? No carbs? no sugars? Low fat? No fat? Dairy-free-”

“Oh my God, no!” You yelp before he can list any more diets. You’d said it a little louder than you’d intended and a well-dressed mom at the other end of the aisle fixes you two with an odd look before hustling her twins into another part of the store. You wince, but continue in a quieter but no less urgent voice. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t eat that’s…” 

“It’s not unusual,” Yoongi cuts in before you can give voice to your thoughts. He sets one of the cereal boxes, decorated with bright colors and little cartoon animals, back on the shelf and tosses the other -something in a dull green and white box with a little piece of wheat on the front- into the cart. “You didn’t feed us last night.”

A pang of guilt shoots through you. You curl your fingers around the bar of the cart, stare at your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, with all the sincerity in the world. “I was tired -and I know that’s not an excuse- but I fell asleep without thinking of you guys. It won’t happen again.” 

“Relax,” Yoongi drawls.”It’s not the first time we’ve gone hungry; I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He starts drifting toward the end of the aisle, but before he can go, you catch him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

There’s barely an inch of fabric between your thumb and forefinger, but the look Yoongi gives you makes it look like you’d yanked him back by the collar. He whirls on you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into something sour. You’d overstepped by grabbing him. Still, you speak. “That was the last time. I mean it.” 

The hybrid’s face shifts from irritation into something unrecognizable. He’s looking at you like there’s an equation written behind your eyes that he’s trying to work out with his own, like if he looks deep enough into them he’ll find the answers etched across your sclera. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the seconds drag on, but you don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze and let the moment swell under almost unbearable tension.

Yoongi gives first. He tugs his sleeve out of your grip and shuffles back out of reach. “Whatever you say,” he scoffs, stalking off into the next aisle, his ears tilted back and tail tip flicking in irritation. 

You sigh. You’d done it again. The urge to catch him again wells up in you, but you tamp it down. ‘Time and space,’ you remind yourself. ‘Give him time and give him space.’ Satisfied once the distance between the two of you is enough, you go to follow after him, but hesitate as you pass the cereal he’d been looking at. You tug it off the shelf and place it in the basket underneath a few other things so it’d be hidden. You don’t know why and if he asked you about it later you were sure you’d draw a blank. If nothing else, you told yourself as you hurried to catch up with your hybrid, he’d have a choice.

The rest of the grocery trip passed in silence, just as it’d begun. Yoongi didn’t so much as look at you, but that was fine. You were focused on watching him. Anything that he gave more than a passing glance went into the basket. If the bobcat hybrid noticed your rapidly increasing haul, he didn’t say anything about it. He was silent.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Even when you flinched as the cashier announced the total and you waffled between trying to walk home or calling a taxi. Even in the lobby then the elevator on the way up as Mr. Park talked both of your ears off and you had to stop him from carrying your groceries in and stocking the fridge himself, Yoongi had remained eerily quiet. It’d given you time to think. 

You didn’t know much about hybrids. If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t known anything about them prior to what you’d anxiety-googled yesterday afternoon. You were so far out of your depth, it was miracle you hadn’t drowned yet. Still, you weren’t completely oblivious.

In between Yoongi’s open hostility, Jimin’s blase attitude toward his own objectification and what snippets you’d heard about Taehyung’s early life, you knew something must’ve been very, very wrong with the people who’d had them before they’d been foisted upon you. The expectation that you were supposed to treat hybrids like actual pets made you uncomfortable enough without the assumption that you’d be dressing them up like dolls and locking the snack cabinets at night. 

A spike of anger shot through you. They might’ve been different than humans but they were still people. They hadn’t deserved whatever shady things their owners had done to them and you didn’t want them to come to expect them from you. You shift the grocery bags up your arm, freeing up a hand so you can punch the code into the door. There was no way around it. The four of you would need to sit down and have a good long talk. 

The second you punch the code into your door it swings open. “Hey, Jim-” the greeting dies on your tongue. It’s not Jimin who meets you at the door, but Taehyung, freshly showered, the curly ends of his hair dripping water onto the white tile and the front of his sweatshirt damp. His eyes were still hidden behind his hair but you could see more of him than you’d been able to that morning when he’d shifted. 

Well, not more of him. He was wearing clothes now, for one- a dark brown version of the sweat suit Yoongi and Jimin both wore. He was taller than you, which you’d known when he’d wrapped his arms around you, but looking up at him now you have to tilt your head back a bit. “Oh,” you say, a little dazed. “Wow.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smile. “Hi.” His voice is still as deep as it was this morning. Was it always like that? He turns his attention to the hybrid behind you and his lips part in a blindingly bright boxy grin. “Hi, hyung.”

Yoongi hums a hello and slips past you through the door. His shoulder brushes against Taehyung’s and the younger hybrid chuffs happily a little in his throat. He leans down as the older man passes and bumps their foreheads together affectionately. Their tails twine together briefly before the gray-haired hybrid is out of reach and dropping an armful of groceries off in the kitchen. 

“You shifted up,” you remark “Did something happen?” There’s a tick of concern in his voice. You step to the side of the doorway so the pair can talk without you in the middle.

Taehyung shakes his head, water droplets scattering. His hyung let out a hiss that erred just on the wrong side of animalistic as some of them hit him. You freeze, but the tiger hybrid just laughs. “No, Jimin and I were just-” His smile falters. You can’t see his eyes but his ears have twitched downward and his tail is suddenly stiff, only the tip ticking back and forth. The hybrid lowers his head, and you finally catch sight of eyes, gleaming amber and full of fear. Behind him, you see Yoongi catch a whiff of his junior’s souring scent and his head whips toward the pair of you, ears straight up and his whole body on high alert. 

Worry draws your brows together. “Taehyung?” you call softly. You reach out with your free hand to touch his shoulder, then think better of it. Your fingers hover uselessly and inch away from him. In this moment, that distance feels a mile wide. The line of his shoulders is rigid and he’s withdrawn into himself. “Taehyung, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you-”

“We went out.” He blurts, snapping his head up to look in your eyes. His own are wide and earnest. “You left your backpack open and I saw the list you made with all the phone numbers and passwords and the door code was on there and I really wanted to go to the park. Jimin told me to wait but I made him come with me; we were only gone for fifteen minutes, I swear. We didn’t even make it; the same police officer from earlier was still on the street.” 

“Taehyung-”

“Please-” he cuts you off before you can even get a word in edgewise. “Please, just punish me; Jimin didn’t do anything. The whole time he was trying to make me go back. He only went with me so I wouldn’t be alone.” 

Your heart wrenches in your chest. You do touch him, then. Your fingertips barely graze the material of his sweatshirt, but he flinches and you pull away. Your hand drops to your side, limp. “Can you and Jimin meet me in the living room?” You ask him, careful to keep your tone light and non-threatening as possible. “We need to talk.” His ears droop, but he nods and shuffles off to do as you ask. You trail behind him into the penthouse, making sure to give him enough space. The last thing you wanted to do right now was crowd him.

You drop the groceries on the counter in the kitchen and look up to find Yoongi squinting at you. He’s coiled up like a spring, ready to bolt at any moment. You try to give him a reassuring smile, but it comes out watery and wan. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “We’re just gonna talk.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you. 

Still, he follows you into the living room, takes a seat on the couch while you settle cross-legged on the ottoman across from him. A few seconds later, Jimin and Taehyung slink down the stairs. The tiger hybrid is clinging to his hyung who, for once, isn't smiling. Jimin’s face is settled into a cool mask of neutrality. You almost don’t recognize him. 

They sink into the couch on either side of Yoongi, their backs stiff and eyes on anything other than you. For a moment, the four of you sit there in uncomfortable silence. You speak first. 

“Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi-”

“Y/N,” Jimin cuts in, “Whatever Taehyung told you-”

“-I’m sorry.” You finish. That seems to surprise them. You interlock your fingers on your lap and look at each one of them individually. “I’m sorry that I didn’t check to see if there was food in the house last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t make sure you had the things you needed to feel comfortable here. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t allowed to leave.” 

Taehyung swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He’s got a death grip on Yoongi’s arm with one hand and the other fisted in the fabric of his sweatpants. “You...You’re not mad?” The tremor in his voice makes your heart ache. 

“No,” you tell him with all the sincerity in the world. “I’m not mad at you. I’m sad that you were ever around someone who made you feel like you needed to apologize for wanting to see the sun and I’m angry that they made you think that was something to be punished for.” It was true. Beneath your sadness, beneath your shock at his expectation of punishment, anger was twisting in your gut. What type of person would reduce another to fear and trembling for the sake of leaving the house? “I’m not going to...to punish you, I need you to know that.” You tell him, before looking at Jimin and Yoongi. “Any of you. Ever. I’m never gonna hurt you.” 

Taehyung’s jaw is clenched like he’s trying not to cry. All the wind has gone out of Jimin like a deflated sail and the leopard hybrid just looks exhausted. Yoongi’s rubbing soothing circles in both of their backs. You can’t tell from his face, but by the way his ears have relaxed, you think he was worried about your reaction, too. 

You let out a little exhale and slouch. “Whatever happened to you with your previous...the people you lived with before? It wasn’t okay.”  You’re as firm with it as you can be while still keeping your tone gentle. “They were supposed to take care of you and love you and help you grow, but if they starved you, if they made you feel this bad, if they treated you like property, then fuck them. I don’t want to be anything like them.” You admit. “I don’t want to be your owner and I don’t want you to be my pets.”

“What do you want us to be to you then?” Yoongi rasps. Despite the question, there’s no challenge in his voice. He’s genuinely asking. 

One corner of your mouth quirks up and you give him a small shrug. “Friends, maybe? Eventually, if we can. For now let’s try…” you search for the word you want. “Roommates?” You supply. “We live together, but you guys don’t need to feel like you owe me anything. I’ll get you phones tomorrow, if you want, and copies of the credit card. We can get you clothes and furniture too. And if there’s anything you want to do or want to see, go see it. The door code is 0613.”

The tension that’d run between the three hybrids like a livewire is gone. Now they’re...if not relaxed, then at least relieved. There’s nothing else to be said. You stand and move to hurry into the kitchen so the trio of hybrids can have their space. The last thing you wanted to do after having a talk about their freedoms was crowd them. Before you can take three steps there’s a hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. It's Taehyung's. 

The tiger hybrid is looking up at you, his eyes beseeching and a nervous tremble in his bottom lip. “Don’t go,” he croaks, sounding like he’s still unsure just how to use his voice. He tugs once on your coat sleeve. “Please.”

Your eyes flick from him to his hyungs. Jimin’s looking at you with apprehension, perched on the edge of the couch like he’s a split second away from helping the tiger hybrid drag you down- but Yoongi’s face is turned away from you. As usual, you can’t tell what he’s feeling. “I’m just going to the kitchen,” you assure him. “I’ve gotta put the food away-” Your brain short circuits as the tiger hybrid flips your hand over and presses his face to your palm. His eyelashes brush against your lifeline; his lips trace the veins in your wrist. 

You’d never say it outloud, but it was hard to deny you were touch starved. You could count on one hand the amount of times someone had touched you gently since your mother died. You didn’t show yourself kindness most days and you’d come not to expect it from others. The world was cold and cruel, and you were far too old to be seeking solace from strangers. You’d thought you were above it, but the feeling of Taehyung nipping at your radial artery is almost enough to make you go to pieces. “Just a little bit,” he huffs, his voice muffled against your skin. 

“...The groceries will get warm,” you argue, finally managing to make your mouth move. “Do you wanna eat hot kimchi?” 

“I’ll put them away.” Yoongi is up and vaulting over the couch before you can get a word in edgewise. With him gone the last of your excuses goes up in smoke. Taehyung smiles against your skin and you let yourself be pulled down.

No sooner have your legs touched the cushion, then Taehyung is snuggled up against your side, his arms wrapped loosely around your middle and the cool tip of his nose pressed into your neck. “Tell me again,” he murmurs softly. “Can you tell me again that you’re not mad?” He wanted reassurance. The least you could do was give it to him.

You slip a hand into his hair, scratch gently at the base of his ears. He chuffs happily, the sound vibrating in his chest as he presses closer to you. “I’m not mad at you, and you’re not in trouble, buddy.” You tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

A warm presence on your left tells you Jimin’s settled in beside you. Sure enough, a second later a golden tail is tracing the edge of your calf. “Don’t leave me out,” he purrs, settling his chin on your shoulder.

You slide a hand into his hair too, letting the locks slip through your fingers as you pet him. “Never.”

The three of you stay like that for what feels like an hour. Even when their hyung finishes putting the groceries away and returns to sit with them -albeit at the far end of the sectional- they don’t seem like they’re in a hurry to disentangle themselves from you. You’re surprised to find you don’t mind it. The weight of two grown men against your shoulders was heavy, but not uncomfortable and they were warm and the steady hum of Jimin purring is almost enough to lull you to sleep. You cut a movie on and order samgyeopsal. You think they’re gonna kill the delivery man for making you get up, and they stay glued to your back even as you pay. It’s not until the first movie goes off and Taehyung and Jimin are playfully bickering over what to watch next that you’re able to slip away to the bathroom.

You shuffle quickly down the wide hallway, trying to remember which door the closest bathroom lay behind. You careen around a corner and run smack into someone. They let out a huff and you stumble back a few steps, an apology on your lips. You look up and find Yokngi there. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach. Between Jimin purring in your ear and Taehyung rubbing his cheek against your hand every ten seconds, you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “For what?”

You’re not even sure you know.

He stares at you and you stare back, frozen. Finally, the bobcat hybrid sighs and gestures at you. “C’mere,” he mumbles. 

You approach hesitantly, not trusting him to not suddenly snap at you. “Why?” You ask, apprehensive. Should you have not let Taehyung and Jimin scent you? He’d been around the entire time and hadn’t said anything, so you’d thought it was fine. Maybe you’d made a mistake. You gnaw at your bottom lip and creep slowly closer to the hybrid before you. Another miscalculation, another mess-up, another mile tacked on to that incalculable distance between you and Yoongi. Should you apologize again? Would taking a shower help wash their scents away?

Before you can volunteer to do any of that, Yoongi reaches forward, hooks one finger through your belt loop and drags you toward him. You feel a yelp crawling up your throat, but it’s stopped dead in its tracks by the feeling of Yoongi cradling your jaw and his lips pressed against the column of your throat. His spine is tense and his tail is ticking in the way it does when he’s irritated. “...What are you-?”

“They’ve both scented you.” He murmurs. “If I don’t, they’ll think I’m rejecting you. My job as their hyung is to put them at ease. If I can’t do that, I’m useless.” Despite his closeness, despite the way his fingers were slipping into the hair at the base of your skull, despite the little nips he’d started giving you, you could practically feel his reluctance.

You exhale and push against his shoulders. “Yoongi…” He doesn’t budge. “Hey-”

“There’s no good reason for me to not just mark you and get it over with.” There was that word again. You’d forgotten about it in the whirlwind that followed, but Jimin had joked about marking you earlier, hadn’t he? And Yoongi’d gotten upset with him. From what you were gathering, it was a lot more serious than scenting. 

“I don’t want you to.” That gets his attention. The hybrid pulls away and fixes you with an odd look, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Owners always want us to mark them.” You feel that same twinge of anger again. The articles had said scenting was a sign of trust and security. It was used to mark family members. Had the people they’d been with before forced their way into their family without the hybrids consent? Without Yoongi’s? No wonder he’d been touchy about his juniors scenting you right away.

“Well, I don’t.” You give him a gentle nudge and put a few inches between the two of you. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with or not ready for.” You offer him a smile you hope comes across as reassuring. “You not wanting to is a good enough reason for me. Besides,” you say, turning to head back to the living room, the original reason for your trip forgotten. “I’ve never been marked before, so it’s not like i’m missing out on anything.”

At that, something flashes in Yoongi’s eyes that you have no name for. It passes as soon as it’d come. “Come back when you’re ready!” You call over your shoulder, retreating back down the corridor before he can say something one way or another. 

When you settle back on to the couch two minutes later, There’s a movie queued up and ready to be played. It’s an action movie, one you haven’t seen before. “Yoongi’ll be back in a second,” you tell the boys. “Let’s wait for him.” 

Taehyung hums his ascent, leaning in to settle back in the crook of your neck- but something stops him. He hovers near your neck, takes a few short inhales and tosses a look at Jimin behind your back. You frown. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung responds a bit too quickly, lacing your fingers together to distract you as Jimin gives the other side of your neck the same treatment. The leopard hybrid purrs, seemingly happy at what he’s found. His ears swivel up and a second later, Yoongi slinks back into the living room. 

“Hyung…” Jimin starts, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“Play the movie.” His hyung orders. He does, but there’s still a little smirk on his lips.

The screen darkens and the opening credits roll as Taehyung and Jimin settle back against your side, careful to avoid your neck. Yoongi drops onto the couch, this time only a foot away from the three of you. You allow yourself a little spark of relief. The distance was starting to close.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and The Death Angel Snippet 4 - The Charming Gazette

Who doesn't love a bit of world-building?

Series Masterlist

Part 30

Contains: A little it of fluff

895 Words

Comment if you want to be tagged.

From meaningless scuttlebutt to breaking news The Charming Gazette has it all.

Living in a small town meant a small-town newspaper, in this case The Charming Gazette. Run by a mix of fresh out of high school kids who want to be journalists, in the know towns folk and small-time writers and photographers.

For just three dollars a week, the paper could be delivered to your door seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year. It wasn't the largest publication, there was a section for the local businesses, another for school sports and obituaries.

Sometimes, they wrote about the Club, Clay was good friends with the head of the paper so it was never bad. Sometimes they wrote about weather events or the change of seasons. There was the occasional huge story, like when the new fish monger was caught selling fake crab but most of the time, it was such small-town gossip and fluff pieces.

Although, that didn't stop everyone from reading it, and you can best bet at least one article would be the topic of every breakfast table in Charming.

"Did you see the front page today?" You took the paper from your brother.

"The guys at Teller Morrow help local business."

You nodded, "yes I did. I'm pretty sure what Clay has going on with Jerry is illegal, I thought the news was supposed to be impartial."

Sam shook his head, "it's not when the head writer's sons works for Unser and Jerry's been getting free services for years."

The article was simple, and went on to talk about how after a truck fire, the local ice cream man was out of work, so T-M built him a custom truck and offered half-price service as long as he was in business.

"To be fair, he makes the ice cream himself and it's amazing, I don't blame them if they made him pay them hin chocolate chip Sundays."

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"Wow, they've really got it in for Hale." Clay tossed the paper to the side, everyone had stopped by Gemma's for a nice weekend breakfast and the paper this morning was being passed from person to person.

"Dirty development done dirt cheap."

"Good, does anyone in this town want what Hale does. Even his brother dislikes him."

Jax shook his head, "you should have heard Earl go on and on about Hale harassing him to buy his house, he might wanted his lawn mower fixed but I'm pretty sure he was looking to hire Happy for some other work."

Gemma laughed, "wouldn't that be a story."

****

"Fun at Francine's Fabrics."

"Are you going to the sewing class on the weekend?"

You nodded your head, "Of course, I mean, I know how to sew but she always orders the fabrics I need so I want to support her."

Sam nodded, "yeah, some of the guys are going to be there. She's a good lady."

The piece about her shop was nice, the author had won the high school textile competition that year and wanted to give credit for all help Francine had given them. You hoped it would drum up business for her. Francine was a kind woman in her mid-fifties who went out of her way to help everyone who entered her store.

"She deserved every cent of what she makes this weekend, I'm glad the paper decided to run the story."

****

Jax put the paper in front of you, "what have I told you about sharing your achievements with me?"

You shook your head, "it was under duress, the museum made Holt force me to do it."

"Charming's own Miss Frizzle."

Jax dramatically opened the paper, reading the article out loud.

"Our tour started with a warm hello and the statement that there are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. Dr l/n took us through her lab where she and her colleagues help law enforcement identify missing persons."

"Dr l/n or y/n as she insisted we call her believes that science should be for everyone, and when she's not giving a voice to those who had theirs stolen, she's teaching the kids of Charming Elementary all about the world on her wildly popular tours."

"But that's not all, the quiet Charming resident is also an author and activist who spends her free time lecturing at various universities and speaking at the UN."

You shook your head, "ok Jackson enough. You are insufferable." He smiled and went to the cupboard, getting out the scissors, "what are you doing."

He picked up the paper again and started cutting, "I'm framing this."

You thumped his arm, "do you enjoy embarrassing me?"

He smirked like a cat who just caught a mouse, "no, I want to hang it in my locker."

****

Jerry answered the phone, "hello sir, I have a story I'm sure you'll love to run."

He picked up his notepad, "what is it?"

He could hear that the person was outside the paper's office, "in two days, something is going to break and you're going to want to be the first person to talk about it. Outside in the rose bush is a folder filled with photos, with plenty of proof to your story. All I ask, is that you run it under my headline."

Jerry sent someone out and sure enough, they came back with a thick yellow folder. He was shocked when he opened it. "Done, what's the headline?"

"Fascists at our door."

Part 31

Just a short one to add context for the next chapter which should be up tomorrow. I hope you liked this plot device.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

They Hung Up

Masterlist

Summary: August can always fix your problems, especially when someone is ripping off his princess.

Warnings: fluff, ddlg, daddy kink

A/n: inspired by my chat with ebay this morning. Apparantly ebay will charge buyers import and customs VAT on items that aren't even being imported into the country... or going through customs. And they don't charge this at checkout they only charge it when they take the actually money. When i told the lady thats stealing your taking more then the agreed amount from my bank she hung up on me telling me to 'speak to the tax office'

Taglist: in reblogs.

"No but you cant charge import tax on something that isn't being imported.... No they cant that's illegal look I just want my money beck for the tax-what do you mean no?!... Hello? Hello?" You could have cried you were so angry and upset. You closed locked your phone screen and sniffed shaking your head in frustration.

"Princess what's wrong?" You snapped your head to your daddy, august was scowling. You could see the aggravated look as he took in your tears. Your daddy never liked you wasting them on other people. Your sweet pure tears were only meant to be shed for him! Every droplet was his to pull from you, be it tears of rapturous pleasure or shed from being spanked for being naughty.

"August? I? they hung up on me!" You hissed quickly running over to him tucking yourself into his thick frame pressing your head into his chest trying to soak in the smell of his aftershave. The spicy scent was heady and a little overbearing, you could tell why. Under the spice was the metallic twang of blood and deep sooty smell of fired bullets. You both loved and hated it, as safe as it made you feel remembering just who and what he was if frightened you, one day he could be hurt.

"Who? Sweetpea?" He purred softly needing to calm you down before he could make heads roll. His arms encircled you squeezing you tightly and he rested his chin on your head the  began swaying with you slowly.

"The support desk! They charged import tax! And nothing was imported! Daddy I was careful and-and I checked and double checked there was no warning not on check out or nothin' then they took another ten dollars on top and now my bank is angry and charging me for going over!" You said quickly panicked that he would be mad at you for spending too much again.

"Okay pumpkin slow down... Tell daddy what's going on slowly... Don't miss anything out okay angel" he said pulling you back a little to let you catch your breath. But you quivered and opened your mouth wiping at your eyes before trying to argue.

"Yeah but!?"

"Shh shh no buts take a deep breath... Now out, good girl now start from the beginning" he coaxed slowly cooing at you as you took a few breaths and calmed, settling down n his arms feeling safe and secure, even if you were still angry.

"I got that lamp with the shelves... It was fifty four dollars and ninety nine cents" you started explaining from the beginning and waited for August to nod.

"Yes I know, I remember you showing me to see if it would fit in the corner" he spoke remembering the little pull cord box lamp and three shelves, you wanted it for the internet router and house phone to sit on so you had more room for snacks on the side table.

"Well I got it and paid but then when paypal billed me they charged sixty four dollars and ninety-nine cents... I messaged them and they said it was import tax!" You cried out getting yourself all angry again, cheeks puffing out sweetly as you huffed and growled even throwing you hands up in frustration. August made to speak but you continued your tale of the mean support desk and their money thieving ways.

"I looked it up and cos its coming for inside the state I don't have to pay! So I called and they said I had to because the shop was registered outside of the USA! But its wrong! They're wrong and when I asked for my money she hung up on me! She said I have to talk to the tax office people!" August frowned that wasn't right and he knew it. It was clear you were being taken for a fool. These bastards were at it all over the place he'd seen some of it on the news, instead of tax evasion as we know it there was a new crime. Stealing tax from buyers and classing it as profit. Because its tax most people don't question it.

"And then my bank sent me this! Saying I was over my limit and in the minus! So now they are taking twenty dollars when my next allowance goes in!"  You cried quickly pulling up an email on your phone from your bank showing a notice of charges you now had on your account.

"Its not fair I didn't do nothing wrong daddy but now I'm loosing the tax and twenty dollars of my allowance!" You yelled and began sniffling again your lip wobbling. His heart melted as he watched you try so hard not to break down and cry again. You were being his big brave girl.

"Okay pumpkin i will sort this out give me the phone" he said plucking the phone from you then turned around heading to his office.

"But you cant! Its a withheld number-" you said sniffling following him one hand fisting the back of his jacket as he strode through the pent house to the secure room.

"Oh come on sweetheart don't tell me I'm going too soft and you've forgotten just who your daddy is~" he cooed opening the door and ushering you to the small teepee in the corner that had a large iPad and a few fuzzy scatter cushions .

"Go sit and watch YouTube or something okay? Let daddy fix this mess" he said pulling your headphones from the drawer and handed them to you ushering you to the small cozy spot he had made you.

You watched as he plugged your phone into his computer and made a few quick clicks before picking up his own phone and dialled a number with a smug look the  clicked his fingers at you pointing to the headphones wanting you to pop them on and stop worrying. You pouted but slipped on the large pink headset  and pretended to loom at your screen and select a video in reality you were listening to your daddy.

"Yes you wouldn't recognize it. How? Well this is a government number, you just told a young lady to inform us about taxes?" You flicked your eyes up at him grinning hearing the professional growl to his voice the 'daddy means business' tone that made you quiver with want and fear. It never meant good things, most of the time he used this tone when you were a bad girl. You only hoped the mean woman on the phone felt bad now too.

"Why yes, yes she did a miss y/n yes that's her. I would like for you to put me through to head office" you bit your lip hearing him begin his assault. No one not even the lady on the phone and her jargon would out smart your daddy!

"Pardon me I'm sorry I'm Mr Walker...I work for the tax office in her state and have decided to open an investigation about tax fraud over the issue, we have had many complaints... oh yes she informed us of everything, she was distressed over the tax miscalculation? Which has caused her to go over drawn on her account and incurred charges" he spoke firmly and turned looking to you as you giggled watching him in his huge leather spiny chair. You gasped when he frowned and pointed a finger to your iPad clearly telling you to stop being nosey and watch your videos.

"Yes I am aware of that but the shop is registered overseas, it doesn't export from overseas... so there is no international import tax due." He continued spinning around in the chair making a few notes on the large paper pad in front of him.

"Yes that's why I'm calling I've been on your website and your policies are in fact breaking the law and infringing on the rights of consumers. Do you understand? What you have done is illegal and fraudulent and I can see it isn't the first time so I would like to speak to your head of office now- thank you" you quickly looked down as August spun once more and grunted at you pointing to the door with a scowl catching you eavesdropping again.

"Poppet either watch your videos or go and have some lunch" he said covering the mouthpiece on the phone making you pout and flick your legs at him and cross your arms stubbornly. You wanted to watch!

"Decide or I will decide for you" he said raising his brows at you but you just huffed pleading with your eyes at him to let you stay and listen.

"Right lunch it is come on up! Off you pop go make a sandwich and have some juice" he said holding out his hand for the headphones.

"But I want to see you tell them off daddy!" You huffed non to impressed at being set out of the room so quickly.

"No, now do as I've asked daddy will be out in a few minuets this wont take long" you held his gaze for a few moments before you lost your nerve then stood with a pout handing him your headphones and left the room closing the door when you were told to.

It was twenty minuets alter August came put of the office and padded to the kitchen seeing you at the breakfast bar swinging on a chair whislt munching a chocolate spread sandwich a few candy wrappers on the side and packets of chips and un touched apple. He sighed giving you the stink eye but didn't say anything. You found a loop hole he said lunch and sandwich... he hadn't specified what type of lunch and sandwich.

"All sorted poppet! Your being refunded and getting compensation which will be debited into your account in forty eight hours" he said rounding the breakfast bar snatching the apple opening the cutlery drawer fishing out a knife.

"That's quick daddy... I thought they can only do it in five days?" You asked watching as he sliced the apples and began cutting the core out for you.

"Oh princess its amazing what people can do when they think the big bad tax man is on to them~" he chuckled at your face as he placed the apple on your plate. You didn't want to eat it but you would . Quickly. Because if you left it too long itd go brown and you would whine about it, get a warning and end up having to eat it anyway.

"Will you get in trouble? you pretended to be the tax man daddy" You said cautiously lifting a small apple wedge to your mouth and nibbled it.

"Me? Of course not daddy has many different identities love, and I can use them when I want love... besides we just uncovered a company that not only evades tax but it stealing it!" He grinned. If there was one thing he liked it was justice. Everyone should pay their dues. Especially someone who rigs a system to benefit themselves.

"And.. My bank charges?" You asked still unsure if he will be mad a you for over spending...Again

"All gone, daddy will cover them princess; now just how much chocolate spread is in that sandwich?" He said leaning over your plate trying to pry apart the two slices of bread.

"Err a little" you shrugged still eating your apple whist trying to smoosh your sandwich and hide the super thick chocolatey layer.

"Mm hmm there's more chocolate then bread poppet~" he hummed unimpressed but let it slide, again you'd found your loophole, the last thing he'd do is punish you for being a smart ass. It could save your life one day.

"Sorry daddy" you said whilst pulling the plates closer to yourself protectively worried he would steal our chocolate.

"Oh don't be poppet once its gone its gone its you that will miss it not me" he chuckled and spun around crossing the kitchen to make his own lunch. You grinned happily, what had been a bad day was getting better and better! You were getting your money back, compensation,  your daddy was paying your and charges and you got to keep your chocolate spread! What more could you ask for? Well there was one more thing you could ask for.

"Daddy can I have a puppy?"

[willsimpforanyone]

Dating Harry Hook and Uma

not requested, i've just been watching the third movie on repeat and the two of them are the definition of gay panic

gender neutral!reader bc unless requested i default to they/them pronouns for fics

that, and i feel like harry is a pan disaster (same) and uma is an in control bisexual

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- look me in the EYES and tell me they aren't together

- uma is the dominant personality in the relationship here, very possessive over her boy

- so when she initially sees you and harry chatting on the docks, she's not impressed

- sure, harry's naturally flirty personality occasionally gets him into trouble with uma

- but this time... his smile seems more natural

- less flirty, more enjoyment of a conversation

- until he catches her eye and immediately bids you goodbye, stalking away from you and right over to uma's side

- that night, she practically interrogates him

- 'who were they? what were you talking about? what were you doing talking with them?'

- harry answers them all, always honest with his captain

- he thought you were cute, you were sweet but he would never, ever do anything without uma's express permission

- that begged the question '...you want to do something with them?'

- there's a moment's hesitation in harry's eyes

- 'if you want to, then i have to meet them. no one gets to be near you unless i know they're worth it'

- the next day, harry dragged uma across the docks, spotting you immediately helping to load crates onto a small boat

- uma's face gave no indication that she thought you were cute, merely raising an eyebrow at harry stealing the crate away from your arms

- he threw it in the boat and grabbed your hand, dragging you over to his captain

- 'presenting... uma, captain of the lost revenge'

- hot damn was his captain pretty

- i mean between the two of them, it was a wonder you didn't freak at how attractive they were

- 'ye' droolin' there, hun'

- apparently, you were less subtle than you thought

- the smirk on uma's lips was way too hot

- the meeting was short, as uma had captain's duties to attend to

- also a shift at the fish and chip shop

- so that evening she gave harry permission to go after you, provided he was clear with you that he was also dating her

- harry was exuberant, instantly grabbing her waist and spinning her round, the biggest grin on his face

- it was a little strange for uma, seeing her boyfriend with you whenever she was busy

- it wasn't jealousy, she knew that much

- after all, both her and harry had agreed that the relationship was open as long as there was consent between them

- she caught herself with a faint smile whenever she looked over at the two of you, and alarmingly she mentally called you her partner in her head

- it took her a while after you and harry started dating to realise that you invaded her thoughts as much as harry, that she thought you were gorgeous and funny and she genuinely looked forward to seeing you and harry on dates in the chip shop

- it wasn't uncommon for her to join your table after her shift, alternating between sitting next to harry and sitting next to you, welcome to join the conversation

- sometimes she could taste the gum you chewed when she kissed harry and wondered what it would be like to taste it firsthand

- it didn't take long for uma to mention it to harry, and it was hard to keep the wide grin off her face when he grabbed her hands and danced around the deck of the ship

- as for you?

- you started to feel your own eyes light up the way harry's did when you saw uma

- harry was open with you, and you appreciated his honesty

- and when you realised you were a little bit in love with both him and uma, you repaid him with your trust

- the beach was almost completely barren, the moon high, and harry was warm next to you

- 'hey, harry?'

- 'yeah?'

- 'you know uma?'

- 'i am, in fact, aware of tha' lass, yes'

- 'you're in love with her, right?'

- 'ye' kno' i am'

- you took a deep breath

- 'i think i'm in love with both of you'

- harry's fierce kiss caught you off guard

- 'ye' have no idea how happy tha' makes me!'

- harry was ecstatic, his two favourite people! in love! with each other! also with him!

- he grabbed your hand and pulled you up

- 'we're goin' ta uma righ' now!'

- you could do nothing but laugh as harry dragged you through the streets of the isle, muscle memory leading him straight to the chip shop

- it was empty, all the patrons had left and uma was alone, scrubbing haflheartedly at a table with a rag

- she didn't even turn at the sound of people entering

- 'we're closed, go home'

- 'aw, even for me, darlin'?'

- uma laughed and spun round, rag forgotten

- 'if you two are here for a date, you'll have to find somewhere else, i'm busy'

- harry said nothing, just nudged you forward and took a seat, gaze swapping between you and uma

- you cleared your throat, shifting nervously

- what if she didn't love you? what if harry was lying this whole time? what if you never saw them again? what if it worked out and the whole isle hated the three of you?

- uma quirked an eyebrow

- 'you know, i can feel your anxiety from here, what's up?'

- now or never

- 'uma, i've been going out with harry for a while and it's been amazing and i love him but...'

- there was a pause, and uma's stare sharpened; if you were gonna hurt her harry she would kill you

- '...i also love you, and i only told him literally ten minutes ago and he dragged me here to tell you and i don't know if you feel the same way but it would be really cool if you did because then we could all date but if you don't feel the same way that's totally fine obviou-!'

- you were again caught off guard by a kiss, but this time it was from uma

- she pulled away, and lightly punched you arm

- 'you were rambling'

- harry coughed lightly from his seat

- 'tha' means she loves ye' too, in case tha' wasn' clear'

- your cheeks hurt from smiling so much

- uma's hand was warm in yours and she was smiling back at you and harry was next to you pressing a kiss to your temple and uma was pulling the three of you out of the shop and onto her ship

- there would, of course, be a discussion about the relationship between you all, uma would make sure of it

- but for now, you basked in the attention from your two partners, incomparably happy

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okay i got a little carried away, but hoo boy they're both unfairly attractive

i'm gonna do a kind of part two, so look out for that!

[waywardsummoner46]

(Un)Pleasantville

A/N: Second one shot, yay! Definitely toying with expanding this as well as my Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean fic. I’m open to requests and let me know if you want to be added to my tag list (never had one before, oo this is exciting). As ever enjoy the fic and let me know what you think!

Word count ~ 1620

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Alright so, not to sugar coat anything but this was an absolute nightmare.

  You, Sam and Castiel had gotten word of a hunt - well more Sam but that’s besides the point - and had left yesterday. You’d paused at a gas station outside of a place called Charming Acres but the dude at the counter said something was off about the place… so naturally (or supernaturally) you all went to check it out. And a dude’s head just completely blew up out of the blue after he came in for his phone?

  Pulling into the town itself, now that was something. You felt as though you’d walked into a 1950s sitcom about some cheesy, lovesick marriage story. Something that you’d like to stay well away from. Consequently, you met a cheesy, lovesick couple called Justin and Cindy Smith who said they’d heard absolute zilch about any deaths and “this is a very close-knit community, nothing goes on here without everyone knowing” blah blah blah.

  Anyway, the strangest thing for you wasn’t the clothes, nor was it the 1950s behaviour, no, it was the fact Justin didn’t seem to recognise what a phone was. You silently ogled at him but he paid no attention to you. So now you definitely thought something was off about this place. 

  After that fateful encounter, you all stumbled upon the local diner “Harrington’s” who was run by the Mayor Chip Harrington and his daughter Sunny. You thought Sunny was a very sweet young woman who honestly looked like someone you’d get along with, however you noticed her head perked up once conversation about Conrad (watermelon head guy) started. Castiel so delicately stated, “Oh no! His head exploded” rendering everyone in the diner speechless.

  The Mayor stuttered for a moment then questioned “Excuse me?”

  “Like a ripe melon in the sun.”

  Whilst this confrontation was happening, Sunny gave you and Sam milkshakes, as Cas had refused earlier, so you were busy trying not to spit it out as you found that conversation hilarious. Chippy boy gave you the information where Conrad was last seen and then you all took off but not before Sam abruptly said “Alright, you know what? We’re leaving, bye.” And that was that.

  When you’d all arrived at the boarding house, a too cheerful Ms. Dowling greeted you at the door, and creepily said she knew you were coming because it’s a small town and things travel fast. Honestly, what is it with these people? From there, and after a brief explanation on why you all were there, she showed you to Conrad’s room and said he moved in a few weeks ago.

  Being your observant self, you came to the conclusion that the bed had been barely used but there were passionate and just plain disgusting letters under the mattress addressed from Sunny (so maybe she wasn’t so innocent, neither were you).

   At the same time Sam suggested you all stay overnight and divulge and investigate more thoroughly in the morning and yet his almost desperate tone of voice put you on edge. Obviously, you were all tired and weary but Sam was just on a whole new level of “oh this is amazing, we should stay here because it’s so cool”. So reluctantly, you and Cas agreed but not before exchanging an uncertain glance with each other, the intuition of a teenager and an angel right?

  Sam and you were sharing a room since Cas had insisted on his own, and instantly something changed with how he addressed you. “(Y/N), please take your shoes off, you’ll ruin this lovely carpet,” and “(Y/N), sweetheart, don’t you think wearing something a little more lady-like would be more appropriate, hm?” 

 All you could do what was sit and stare because not once had Sam ever been this pedantic or pathetic and he certainly had never called you “sweetheart”, so too baffled to engage in intelligent conversation, you went to bed just after Sam as you were too busy burning incredulous holes into the back if his hairy head. Struggling to grasp sleep, you softly whispered a “What the fuck?” and thank god Sam didn’t hear you because you would’ve absolutely hated the outcome.

  The next morning you were woken up quite rudely by an angel banging on your door. Blearily you struggled out of bed and opened the door, rubbing your eyes. “What time is it?” You said.

 “Time to get up, get dressed and Sam-Sam?”

 Noting Castiel’s confusion, you turned quickly in what was once Sam’s direction only to find your lovable older brother had disappeared to Chuck knows where. Great, man hunt at ridiculous o’clock in the morning. Cas immediately raced down to the stairs to seemingly find Ms. Dowling leaving you rushing to change into something more appropriate that pyjamas.

 Descending the stairs you notice the front door open and a frantic looking Castiel waiting in the Impala, waving for you to get in. Shouting a quick “thank you!” to Ms. Dowling, you sprant for the car and sat in Sam’s seat.

 Castiel started the car and you asked “So? We know where he went?” 

  “I’ve been told he left this morning saying he was going on a walk to the diner and wanted a milkshake, but only after screaming at Ms. Dowling who had her eardrums blocked with ear plugs,” he said. You nodded, absorbing the information and pondered why Sam would just up and leave for a milkshake.

  “Cas, you don’t think that there’s something wrong with the milkshake? Or like, this town in general? Because I do and Sam was being a real overbearing douchebag after you left yesterday and acting completely out of character.”

 He didn’t hesitate to nod his head, “I must admit, the strange customs have piqued my interest and Sam did drink quite a lot of that milkshake yesterday so it might be a possibility that there is a supernatural force going on here.”

  He looked like he wanted to say more, but you’d turned a corner and arrived just before the diner. Castiel left the car and went to inspect whilst you decided a smart move would be to ring Sam’s phone… only to find it ringing in the back of the car. Typical frustrating Winchester. 

  Placing your hands on your head, you massaged your temples and tried to think of any reasonable explanation as to what on earth was going on. 

 You heard the driver’s door being opened and looked over to see Castiel already turning the keys in the ignition. “He’s gone to Mr and Mrs. Smith's house,” was the only explanation you received.

  Suddenly determined, you nodded and said, “Alright, we’re getting somewhere, onward!” So, the car started and picked up speed, as you made your way to the Smith’s house you took a chance to observe the area a bit more.

  It was definitely something outdated and old-fashioned but the people did look happy, even if the shops were called something despicable like “The Rainbow Restaurant". It was very bright and colourful and you didn’t doubt that even if a thunderstorm hit, these people would still be acting on top of the world.

  Upon finally reaching your destination, you took notice of the white-picket fence and the massive garden. The house was huge and definitely unnecessary for only two people. Regardless, you and Cas sauntered up to the door and knocked three times respectively. On the third Cindy opened the door with a clear smile on her face and a very pleasant scent of lavender perfume. “Hello, can I help you?”

 You and Cas glanced at each other before he answered, “First of all, I’d like to offer my condolences for your husband's death but we really need to know-”

  He was cut off by a very confused Cindy Smith who said, “My husband? Honey, I think you might be mistaken. My darling husband is in the kitchen, fetching his newspaper. Justin, dear, come say hello!” 

 Again, Cas looked like he wanted to continue but a very familiar, moose-like voice interrupted “Coming darling! Won’t take two slices  of a carrot cake!” It was, unmistakably, Sam.  You gaped and stared questioningly at Cas in silent question. He merely returned your look.

  Moments later, Sam appeared in the doorway. Wearing a pair of glasses. A ponytail. And a fucking cardigan. A cardigan, because why the hell not? He wrapped his hands around Cindy’s waist and looked at us in confusion. Or sorry, at Cas in confusion, but when his gaze landed on you his face went more stern. 

 “Young lady, do you not remember what I said about un lady-like clothing? Because those denim jeans and that ridiculous jumper are hardly suitable for my daughter, little miss. I suggest you get in this house right now and put on that lovely dress your mother bought you,” he basically seethed.

  Now you were definitely the equivalent of a fish, with your wide mouth and wide eyes. You managed to compose yourself a bit before stuttering “Sam?”

 His eye twitched and there was no warning before he grabbed your arm and pulled you in the house then promptly dragged you into the sitting area. He guided you to the sofa on the left of the fireplace and very softly explained, “My sweet honey, I know that this is hard for you, but your mother and I want what’s best for you. Now, be a good girl and wait here until your mother and I have finished our pleasant conversation with our new neighbour, hm?” Then he planted a kiss on your forehead and returned to Cindy’s side to continue conversing with Cas.

  All you could think was: what the fuck?

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

38. Set it up, break it up

For everyone who's been supportive of these| fluff |making out |harry set draco up with someone Only to realise he liked draco all along |

" when was your first time ?" Seamus smugly asked Draco as he drank his butter beer from across the room sprawled over the bean bag

" I will prefer not to answer the question. It is highly confidential and that information shall only be revealed to Someone I'm with. So dear Seamus you can enjoy asking this question to other, while I would refuse to answer " Draco sophisticatedly replied, tilting his head to put on more emphasis upon his words.

" Merlin, you could've just said I'm not answering that. No need to go all Shakespearian " Ron rolled his eyes at Draco.

Harry chuckled as he joined Draco over the couch, putting his legs over Draco's laps, not that either of them ever minded that physical touch " that's Draco for you. He'll never give a direct answer. I can bet, if he were in an English Muggle class, he'd top "

" I topped nonetheless " Draco rolled his eyes, his hands automatically falling into a pattern of softly stroke the bottom of Harry's leg, a habit he's grown attached to.

" really? From what I remember I got 7 owls while you got only 6. It's just as if I was infact better than you " Harry smirked

" whatever Harry. I was the headboy " Draco rolled his eyes at harry, yet again but then again he liked these small bickerings with him. Blaise eyed them from the corner of the room, enjoying it himself, not Daring to say anything.

" and I was given the opportunity, I just denied "

" as if "

" whatever helps you sleep at night darling" Harry teased as he pinched Draco's cheeks softly

" don't " Draco growled as he swatted Harry's hand away

" one angry kitten aren't you " Harry chuckled, picking up his can of butter beer and drinking it.

" don't call me that " Draco sneered, not in a furious way, just slightly threatening way.

" anywaysss " Seamus echoed, breaking off their not so private conversation " when was your first time harry ?"

" Ron, you might wanna cover your ears for this one " Harry chuckled. Ron gave him a look but refused to do so " it was after war, when I got back with Ginny, in the time we were going out for a short time "

" what about in 6th year ?" Dean asked snuggling closer to Seamus on the bean bag

" we couldn't really ever get to it. I mean for one neither of us were ready, and we were just kids. Although when we did it after we got back together, we realised almost instantly it wasn't something we enjoyed, not that part, just with opposite sex kind of thing. Well mostly her, no offense. Or it could've been we weren't just attracted to each other that way " Harry explained

" really ? I always thought you guys would work out you know " Dean said. Harry looked at Dean amused but didn't say anything.

" I never thought you guys would end up together really. Never seemed as if so " Seamus added

" interest me in why ?" Harry asked

" it just, I always knew you were sort of bi even before you started going with Ginny. It was Evident really sometimes. And with Ginny herself, she didn't seem like a person to be with a guy. I mean coming from I figured my sexuality really early on, I just sometimes knew it.. besides after the first time you guys broke up, it seemed almost impossible for it work later on " Seamus explained. Everyone including Draco thought about what he had said and nobody could even deny that it was a lie.

" what's your dating track anyway right now Harry ?" Blaise asked standing over the chair behind Ron.

" oh it's not that bad. I do go out on a few dates. I went on a date last week infact and believe me that guy was really good, dashing, almost ced- well Cedric diggory Kinda hot but right in the middle of the date, I feel something going up my leg. I almost choked on my Tuna fish and he goes, do you like it ? I was more shocked than anything else. It was weird if anything "

" so what next ?"

" I didn't call him back. I think somewhere along the date, he might've said he had feet fetish.. he would much rather make love to my feets than me and it was just plainly weird "

" people have all different sorts of fetishes " Ron frowned

" yeah, I respect them but feet fetishes just creeps me out " Harry almost shivered at the thought of it.

And everyone soon fell into talking about weirdest kinks and fetishes, something they all were rather amused to be in conversation about, except, Harry.

Draco stopped stroking Harry's leg for a moment to softly clutch on them to seek his attention.

" it's alright Harry.. you can't change anything.. besides I think he lived a good life" Draco softly said.

" I still can't forget though. It's almost as if I can still see it happening in front of my eyes " Harry Whispered back.

" I know. He was a brave guy though. You can't do anything anymore. I'm sure- he'd want you to get over it too " Draco whispered. Harry bit his lip softly before nodding. To provide comfort, Draco again started stroking Harry's legs.

" feels nice" Harry smiled at Draco, who simply smiled back.

" talking off that, what say about going on a date with someone ?" Harry asked Draco but had inevitably grabbed attention from a few others in the room.

Draco raised his eyebrows in strange surprise " really ?"

" I met some guy at the animal shop across the street. He seemed like someone you could date " Harry replied

" why me, why not you ?" Draco defensively asked

" well, he's not my type but he's yours and he did seem to notice you with me a couple of days ago, so I thought maybe you could talk to him and see if you'd like to go out with him " Harry suggested.

Draco frowned at harry before clearing his throat " I'll pay that animal shop a visit then "

" great " Harry grinned

" I'm gonna use the loo " Draco sighed and got up abruptly

" unbelievable " Blaise announced. Harry looked around the room to receive strange looks " what are you all staring at me for ?" Harry asked confused

But nobody responded except that most of them groaned, leaving Harry more confused. Draco returned a few minutes, chatted a bit and then left claiming he had to feed his cat.

As a few weeks goes on by, Harry discovered that draco did started going with the guy he had told him about and was infact in a happy place to be with him. And it was all fun and games until Harry was offended that Draco no longer gave him that much time anymore or the fact that he kept cancelling on him over and over or that he longer was interested in watching movies with harry but sure had fun plans with his so called boyfriend or the guy he's dating, he cared no less. By which he meant, he did cared. To say his friends were tired of Harry ranting on about Draco cancelling on him that one time Ron even put up muffalito charm on him. It was splendid how things were going, in a sarcastic way of course until Draco decided it was time for him to make everyone meet his boyfriend, and harry wanted to burn himself on flames.

" I frankly don't understand why the expensive dinner, I mean, couldn't he had just invited us to his place or his so called boyfriend's place " Harry vented air quoting boyfriend

" Harry you were the one who set him up in the first place, stop being mad at him and jealous not to mention " Hermione rolled her eyes eating the chips off the packet

" jealous, I'm not jealous " Harry defensively said

" sure " Ron rolled his eyes.

" look Harry, you're clearly jealous that he isn't spending as much as time with you and its bothering you, so just talk to him about it " Hermione suggested shrugging her shoulder

" look, I don't know what's cooking in both of your brains but I'm-not-jealous " harry slammed the cloth over the counter and went inside his bedroom

" I miss the time when he wasn't such a dramatic ass " Ron taunted

" I can hear you " Harry yelled from inside the room, hearing faint whispers from Ron and Hermione in the living room..

And the truth infact was that Harry was jealous, which he Only discovered over the dinner when Draco was practically almost all over him that harry wanted to tell him to just sit in his lap, didn't of course. And to make it worse, he was jealous of how good they actually looked, which resulted in harry losing his appetite and almost groaning every five minutes. Hermione had to kick him under the table to behave a couple of times.

Spending the night in his thoughts, Harry came across things he wished he had known earlier or things he never felt but whatever it was, he felt frustrated in himself to set Draco up and he had no idea what to do next, so he decided to take advice from the only man he knew the best was at.

" Harry ? What a pleasant surprise. Ron's not at home though " Blaise said as he opened the door for him

" I actually came here to talk to you " Harry sighed as he went in. Blaise frowned in surprise before walking behind Harry himself

" well what can I interest you in, a joke, a mimickery,-"

" an advice actually " Harry groaned as he slumped down on the couch.

" oh- Ron's better at that-"

" he isn't, he told me to talk to you " Harry replied. Blaise walked into the kitchen, opening the window to the living room to converse through the kitchen.

" did he ? What can I help you with then ?" Blaise asked as he poured water for Harry and walking in to give it to him.

" I think, that I might have feelings for Draco" Harry replied

" you are officially the last person to know that " Blaise chuckled as he walked back into the kitchen and fetched something to eat.

" what ? You guys knew that ?" Harry sat uptight

" of course " Blaise scrunched his eyebrows as an obvious face

" why didn't you guys tell me ?" Harry asked agitated with his friends

" because these are the things we're not supposed to tell you, you're the one supposed to tell us, you dimwit " Blaise rolled his eyes, throwing his hands in the air.

" well you could've at least warned me " Harry groaned

" how could you not have known !! When did you even figure It out anyways?" Blaise asked as he shut the cabinet for the last time, bringing a packet of cookies and chips with him and slumping down in front of Harry.

" I think I've known for a bit since he started going out, but last night i was pretty confirmed that I was jealous " Harry Told him

" well I'd like to say you are that ruined your chances but guessing you came for advice, you came here to know how to fix it and I'll tell you, I do not have even the slightest idea how to fix your shit soup "

" what ?" Harry emphasised

" Harry, you yourself set him up with someone almost exactly like you. If Draco even Liked you at some point, now he knows that you don't like him and he's probably moved on and supposedly happy in his newfound relationship "

" Blaise, If I wanted to listen to how I fucked it up I wouldn't had come to you. I need to know how can I fix this " harry sarcastically responded raising his eyebrows

" look the easiest way is to simply confess or move on. I can't help you harry even if I wanted to. Draco seems happy " Blaise told him emphatically.

Harry was disappointed but knew Blaise was right, there was possibly nothing he could've done to make it right, at least not something that would sabotage their relationship.

It took harry a couple more days to become normal with the fact that draco was dating and finally paving his way to move on, which was definitely hard. And harry could've assumed he was doing good until Draco invited him for a picnic, claiming they haven't gotten out individually in a while. Normally harry would've been very ecstatic about it but considering the phase he was going through it was hard but didn't deny his sweet offer.

" took you a bit long- and your boyfriend's here too " harry pressed his lips in a thin line when he saw them coming together.

"it was just us but his plans got cancelled last moment so he tagged alone.. i hope you don't mind " Draco plead guilty

Harry sighed before giving him a firm smile and nodding " it's going to be one hell of a day "

Halfway through the picnic, harry Would've assumed he would be the thrid wheel but it was infact quite opposite, his boyfriend, jake was infact the third wheel who basically had no idea about draco's life which surprised harry a little more than it should have.

" you- jake, you alright ?" Harry asked looking over draco's shoulder at his boyfriend who looked puzzled

" what? I'm fine, just thinking " he gave them a firm smile.. draco leaned a bit into jake as if to give him the feeling he was still here but jake rejected it, much to draco's surprise.

" what you thinking about ?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows.

" what exactly I'm doing here?-"

" shit- I'm sorry for making you feel as if I'm intruding-"

" no, it's not that. It's just so clear that you both are so meant to be together, yet here I am on a picnic with two people who are supposed to be together but are not because of me-"

" that's not true " draco interjected

" is it not ? " Jake asked more firmly than before, not forgetting to give a smile so as to not sound harsh.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

" even if it is true for me, I don't think Draco feels that way . Besides you guys are dating, I don't want to be the reason for your break up" harry replied sympathetically

" you're not harry. I just- I can see it, maybe you two are blind but I'm not.. Enjoy yourselves " jake said as he abruptly stood up

" jake don't be like that " draco too stood up

Jake sighed taking draco's hands in his own " I'll stay if you admit you don't have any feelings for him, if you've never wanted to be with him, if you've felt anything closer to what you feel for him about Me. Admit it freely and I'll stay"

But draco couldn't say anything..

" thought so. I'd be fine by the way. I don't think I've seen two people belonging to each more than you two " and jake departed.

Draco stood there a few minutes watching him walk away, his shoulder slouched as if not believing that he'd just been dumped.

" draco-"

" you're a jerk " draco turned around

" what ?" Harry asked confused

" you're an insolent jerk " draco picked up from dry leaves from the ground and hitting harry with that.

" what the fuck did I do ?" Harry shielded himself as draco threw more and more leaves and grasses

" you fucking moron, you were Flirting with me " draco huffed stopping for a moment

" I wasn't flirting " harry whined. Draco gave him a look before picking up more leaves and throwing it at him

" okay, okay. I was but hey it's your fault to go along with it " harry stumbled back over the ground

" well it's not my fault if you're bloody good at it "

" is it my fault that you enjoyed and I'm not the only victim here, you were flirting too " harry looked up at Draco from the ground

" I wasn't flirting " draco narrowed his eyes. Harry hooked his leg around that of draco, making him trip over and fall over harry, who he instantly rolled over, pinning draco to ground.

" were you not ?" Harry breathed

" it doesn't matter-"

" you were flirting back" harry commanded

" okay, fine I was but you had no right- hmph" draco moaned softly as harry kissed him over the lips, kissing until the need for oxygen finally had made sense again.

" now tell me, how long have you wanted this?" Harry huffed.

Draco rolled his eyes, still pink from all the kissing " I haven't wanted this "

" okay " harry frowned as he leaned down, his lips lightly brushing over that of draco's " you sure ?" Harry asked not moving an inch closer or further

Draco's breath choked down, desperately wanting to lean forward to kiss him again but didn't to avoid giving harry the satisfaction of having the upper hand.

" you don't want me to kiss you again then? That's right yeah " harry whispered as he bit Draco's lower lip, earning a soft moan and his body involuntarily pressed against harry's

" seems otherwise " harry whispered.

" merlin " draco moaned. Smirking harry pulled away looking at Draco from a distance.

Sucking his cheeks, draco immediately pulled harry to him and kissed him again, this time in more desperation and rush.

" guess who's got the upper hand now " draco moaned as he freed his hands and put them in his hair.

" you" harry chuckled, Thoroughly enjoying kissing draco himself.

" jerk " draco chuckled

" you're the jerk " harry chuckled

" and you broke his heart " harry whispered against his lips smiling

" eh, he always knew it anyways " draco shrugged

" you really are a jerk then " harry smiled as he pulled away a bit, admiring draco.

" and you're the jerk who just broke my relationship and has basically manipulated me into kissing you " draco raised an eyebrow amusingly

" I don't regret it " harry regret

" me either " draco smiled and leaned in again.

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