#my dad got a pair of orange boys too and my god they were just the sweetest little things đ
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spent the morning with some very cuddly boy cats. maybe there are good things in this world
#i'd snatch them all up if only i could. but i don't think princess sunny OR stormy would appreciate that#they were sooooo sweet though idk how my sister ever let them out of her sight#<- I DO NOT CONDONE OUTSIDE CATS THIS IS OUT OF MY POWER#i saw the girls got a catio though!!! at least i managed to convince my parents not to let them outside for real đ#my dad got a pair of orange boys too and my god they were just the sweetest little things đ#one of them kept trying to nurse the collar of my shirt and dig into my ear and bite my nose đ he was so sweet
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Prestonâs 18th Birthday
Content Warning: Incest, Homophobic Slurs, Weight Gain
Preston was a normal teenage boy, except for the fact that he was adopted by a gay couple when he was born. His mother didnât want him and he learned that some time after he was born, she died. He knew nothing about his biological father, but he never stopped looking, his dads didnât even know who his father was. His dads were great, but Preston never stopped wondering what life would be like had he been raised by his biological father.
A couple months ago, Prestonâs biological father reached out through Facebook. His profile had no pictures and seemed to be new, but he had the DNA test from when he was born to prove his relation. His name is Travis, heâs in his mid 40âs and he is a construction worker. Despite not knowing what his dad looks like, Preston started to talk with his dad more and more. His two dads suggested that he meet his father for his 18th birthday before the party, Preston thought this was a great idea and so did his dad. So they had made plans to meet, he would chat and have lunch and come back to his house for his party.
Prestonâs Birthday
Preston woke up to a massive aching boner, one that was begging to be released. âOh GOD!â He moaned loudly as he grabbed the hard on, his underwear soaked in precum. âFuck I donât have time to take care of thisâ Preston thought, âIâll just take a shower and maybe itâll chill out.âPrestonâs cock calmed down after he took cold shower, but he could help but notice that he was still very horny. He threw on a t-shirt, a pair of briefs and some gym shorts. Preston checked his phone, it was 11:30am already, he needed to hurry or heâd be late for lunch with his dad. He went downstairs saying bye to his dads, got into his car and headed towards Travisâs place, his cock slowly leaking precum the whole way there.
Preston noticed as he was getting closer that his dad lived in a trailer park, which was fitting given he is a construction worker. He didnât realize how nice he had it with his dads, living in a suburban home with a nice new car and electronics. Travis would barely be able to afford rent let alone all of Prestonâs nice commodities. Preston knocked on the door, he heard heavy footsteps walk towards the door and it swung open to reveal Travis.
Travis was HUGE! His tight orange shirt couldnât even cover his massive belly, and his underwear⌠or are they shorts??? They looked tight on his waist. His face was covered by a bushy beard, hair that the top of his head lacked. He still has some hair around the sides of his head, which only added to his grotesque appearance. âPreston!â The massive bear of a man said with a thick southern accent, he squeezed Preston in a tight hug, the contact making his cock leak some pre cum. âIâm so glad youâre finally here, Iâve been waiting to watch- I mean⌠see you all day!â
Travis showed Preston into the trailer, it was dingy and grimy, Travis clearly doesnât know how to pick up after himself. Preston could tell he also didnât smell the best, having a very distinct and vile musk that emanated from him âIâve been excited tooâŚâ Preston noticed the massive amount of food that was over in the kitchen area. âIs that⌠for lunch today?â Preston was confused, there was no way two people could eat that much, even if Travis was a massive hog.
âOf course it for lunch big guy! Youâre 18!â Travis said that as if Preston should know what that means, it was then that Preston felt his stomach gurgle in hunger. âBut letâs start with your birthday cake, I made it special myself.â Travis walked Preston to the dining table and pulled out the most delicious cake Preston has ever seen.
âOh you really didnât have to do this much, thereâs no way Iâm eating all of this.â Preston said as he sat down, Travis cutting him a slice of cake. âOh it chocolate, thatâs actually my favorite.â Preston took a bite of the cake and it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life, it even made his cock stand back up. âOh god⌠this is good!â
âI thought you might like it, made it with my own secret recipe.â Travis went behind Preston, massaging his shoulders as his son starts to pig out on the rest of the cake. âItâs a tradition for men in our family to eat like this on their 18th birthday, son.â Preston couldnât stop himself from eating more of the cake, he couldnât process what was going on. âWhen men in our family hit adulthood, we grow quickly into slobbish pigs.â
Preston was having a hard time processing the information, he couldnât stop eating the cake long enough to worry about what was happening to him. âOh god⌠daddy whatâs happening to me?â Prestonâs voice started to have a light souther accent that could barely be heard through the chewing.
Prestonâs body started to plump up quickly, his abs from his years in track were fading away. âYou canât stop the change, son.â Travis started to feed Preston once the cake was gone, âYour faggot daddies couldnât have prepared you for this son, they wouldnât know what to do with a pig like you.â Prestonâs head was spinning, his body getting fatter and fatter as his body gives in to his DNA.
Prestonâs once smooth chest has pumped into two soft moobs that jiggled with every bite, his jawline started to fade as the fat started to accumulate. Preston was in a blissfully perverted shock as his whole life was being ruined by this pig of a man, his cock rock hard was leaking like a faucet, soaking his underwear. âDaddy⌠Iâm getting so fatâŚâ Preston moaned in between foods, âw-why do I sound like this daddy⌠w-â
âShhhhhhâ Travis shushed Preston as he shoved a greasy slice of pizza into his mouth. âYouâre becoming just like your daddy, and your daddies daddy, as so on. You come from a long line of perverted hogs.â Travis gripped Prestonâs cock with his other hand, âmy daddy helped me out exactly like this, fattened me up real good.â Travis pumped Prestonâs leaking cock as he told him how much of a pig he was going to become. âYouâre gonna love it boy, youâll be able to turn other men into fat hogs just like us. It one of our many talents, one that I canât wait for you to use.â Preston was in a fattening bliss, listening to the hypnotic words coming out of his daddies mouth as he played with his own fattening body.
âOh daddy⌠daddy Iâm gonna-â Preston released, soaking his underwear and his dadâs hand, this act of finishing sealed Prestonâs already inevitable fate. âOh god daddy, look what youâve done to meâŚâ
Prestonâs belly was as big as his daddies, he couldnât stop jiggling the soft flesh that had taken over his body. âI didnât do nothinâ boy, this was your natural calling.â Travis took a doughnut, wiped Prestonâs cum into it and fed it to his son.
After Preston was done chewing his specially glazed doughnut he wondered who he could make into a fat piggy himself, the he thought of his faggoty dads. âLetâs go visit my dads, daddy!â
âOf course boy, those faggots are gonna piss their pants when they see how big youâve grown.â Travis helped Preston up and walked his half-naked fat ass to Travisâs pickup truck, the two whales could barely fit in it together. âWeâve got a party to get to, boy.â
Part 2?
#male weight gain story#weight gain story#weight gain tf#fat gain tf#male weight gain stories#male tf
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Knight In shining armour ⢠Felix Catton x Reader
Request - MAKE A FIC WHERE FELIX IS COMFORTING READER AFTER SHEâS HOSPITALIZED CAUSE SHE DRANK THE LACED CHAMPAGNE BUT DIDNT DIE JUST GOT REALLY SICK PLEASE PLEASE!!!đŤśđť
Warnings - 18+ Smut, Oral (M&F receiving, PinV, Oliver being a creep, Drugging
When y/n awoke without Felix next to her it wasnât out of the ordinary. Felix typically got up before her to go in hai morning
âMorning Darling.â Elspeth said as y/n approached at the table adorned In Felixâs jumper and her usual bed shorts
âGood morning.â She said with a smile while Duncan brought out her usual of scrambled eggs while she made her way to the breakfast bar grabbing her usual multiple spoons of fruit and few slices of toast.
âFelix and Oliver have headed out of the day so I thought you might like to accompany me and Venetia into town to get costumes for the party tomorrow.â Elspeth said taking a sip of her coffee her eyes not leaving y/n as she walked back to the table
âIâd love to.â Y/n said taking a sip of her orange juice âitâs been far too long since the three of us did anything without Felix.â She added while Venetia laughed
âIt would be nice to see you without my brother attached to your hip for once.â Y/n blushed slightly, everyone adored how inseparable the couple were especially Elspeth, she loved seeing how smitten her son was, the way he doted on his girlfriend she just adorned how in love he was.
âDonât listen to her you two are just darling together.â Elspeth said making y/n smile as she finished up her breakfast before rushing off to get ready for the day.
After hours of walking around the streets of London the three girls got back to saltburn. Y/n walked into Felix room to see him sat on the bed as she carried in multiple bags
âOh Fi I got us the best costumes for tomorrow youâre going to love it honestly.â She began before she realised something was right
âDarling, whatâs wrong?â Y/n put the bags down walking over to him as he looked up at her with tears in his eyes âoh my pretty boy, whateverâs the matter.â Felix took a deep breath as he pulled y/n into his lap
âOllie lied⌠about everything.â Felix whispered as her hands came to his face wiping his tears away âI mean everything baby, the stuff with his parents⌠his dad is alive.â The last four words felt like a bullet In her chest.
âOh.â Was all she said and Felix knew how hurt she was just from that. Y/n had bonded with Ollie over the loss after she lost her dad a few months prior. She didnât want to believe that someone could be so cruel.
âIâm so sorry pretty girl.â Felix said as tears rolled down her cheeks
âWhy are you sorry? You didnât do anything wrong.â She asked her bottom lip quivering it was taking everything in her not to breakdown sobbing
âI brought him into our lives⌠I should have known.â Y/n shook her head before kissing him softly
âItâs not your fault.. how were you to knowâ She mumbled into the kiss before pulling away. She wiped the few stray tears that feel onto his cheeks away before standing back up and clearing her throat.
âNow back to those costumes.â
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âGod baby, you look so fucking hot.â Felix said as y/n came out of the bathroom in her costume. The same gold wings in his back adorned her. The bra, skirt and matching wings combo leaving very little to the imagination. the pair dressed as a Greek god and Goddess which Felix would argue she is regardless of the costume.
âYouâre the sweetest.â Y/n leaned up to kiss Felix whoâs hands instantly began to roam her body âFi as much as I would love to stay in your room all night you mother will kiss us if we donât show after all the effort sheâs put into this.â
âDonât really feel like celebrating.â Felix said his hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck
âI know baby, Iâll make you a deal well go down there and show our faces for a while, have a few drinks and then Iâll finally let you show me round that maze yeah?â She suggested with an innocent smile on her face but the suggestion was far from innocent
âGet moving then pretty girl.â He said wasting no more time making sure to slap her arse as they walked out of his bedroom and down to where the party had already began
âWow donât you look hot.â Venetia said as y/n and Felix walked over to her hand in hand the music was already thumping as Elspeth walked over handing the pair a glass of champagne each making sure to tell them how cute there matching costumes are.
âOur dear cousin is out back with something to make this party a little more fun for us.â Venetia said watching the way Felix eyes lit up as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriendâs temple before hurrying off.
The pair had managed to avoid Ollie so far that evening while drinking their way through bottle after bottle of whatever they could get their hands on. Felix had hardly taken his hands off her the whole evening when she suggest a late night stroll, although he knew what she was really suggesting.
The couple made their way outside into the cool summers air, the alcohol in their veins doing more than enough to keep them warm.
âYou know the way right baby?â Y/n asked as they neared the entrance of the entirely pitch black maze while Felix had stopped to plant sloppy kisses all over her neck mumbling for her not to worry as she ran her hands through his hair.
Felix took the lead their laughter echoing against the labyrinthine walls, stumbled forward, hand in hand. The scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air as they weaved through the twists and turns, their steps becoming a delightful dance of tipsy synchronicity. Every few steps, he paused, their laughter bubbling over into kisses that tasted of desperation mixed with booze.
âMy feet hurt.â Y/n mumbled into the kiss as she kicked off her shoes making her even smaller than her boyfriend who always towered over her.
âNot much longer pretty.â Felix said interlocking there hands once again as they continued into the darkness. The maze, a playground for their intoxicated affection, led them to its heart, where, surrounded by the fragrant maze walls, they shared a final, lingering kiss.
âWow sâlot bigger than I imagined.â Y/n joked looking up at the statue in the center that towered over the pair of them
âThe only thing you should be sayings big is me.â He joked as she rolled her eyes in the moonlight cocking her head to the side as she pulled him closer by the buckle of his belt
âPretty heard to say that when Iâve got my mouth full.â She teased as she dropped to her knees staring up at him while she fumbled with his belt
âGod pretty girl youâre killing me.â And just as he was about to have his way with her a loud snap came from a few yard away
âWhat was that.â She stopped in place much to his dismay
âSânothibg baby.â Felixâs hands made there way into her hair as she looked up at him pouting slightly but ultimately brushing it off as she continued undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and underwear down just enough to pull him out of his underwear
Y/n wrapped both of her hands around the bottle of his length her eyes never leaving his as she kitten licked the tip. Felix let out a shaky breath making him tremble in his spot gripping her hair tighter. Her tongue swirled around his tip before she took him into her mouth her head bobbing up and done and she took more for him each time.
âFuck just like that.â Felix groaned as her throat tightened around him as she gagged slightly briefly coming up for air before wrapping her mouth around him again she moaned around him as he let our a rather loud moan
âSuch a good girl.â He groaned which only encouraged her she kept up her exact pace feeling him tense in her throat.
âFuck Iâm gonna cum.â He said mere seconds before he finished in her mouth with a groan watching as she swallowed him and licked up any mess. Flashing an innocent smile just to top it off.
âGod what are you doing to me y/n.â Felix waisted no time tucking himself back into his boxers as he scooped her up placing her on the base of the statue wasting no time attacking there lips as he stood between her thighs his lips trailed down to her neck she let out a soft wine as he found her sweet spot
âUp.â He mumbled into her neck telling her lift her ass up so he could pull her underwear down shoving them into his back pocket while he continued sucking marks on her neck.
He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her chest to right were she needed him the most before pressing a kissed against her clothed heat âplease.â she moaned he smirked looking up at her once more as if he was asking permission
âFi.â She wined once more before he blew hot air over her swollen clit before diving in. his tongue traced her folds before he lapped at her clit. Y/nâs back arched, electricity bolting through her nerves. Her hands flew to tug at his hair as he lapped at her clit feverishly so Desperate to taste her. He caught her off guard slipping a digit into her, groaned into her when your legs locked around his head, securing him in place. Not that he needed it. Heâd stay here forever if sheâd let him.
âPlease Fi .â She moaned his fingers pumped in and out of her while his tongue made work on her clit. her thighs tremble and eyes roll back into her head. One hand grip the Stone she was sat on her knuckles white, while the other tugged at his locks. The pressure in her abdomen built but so does something else, something deeper at the same time. Felix took note pulling away
âyou taste just Devine pretty thing, but not so fast Iâm not finished with you yet.â He said as she whimpered at the loss of contact.
She watched as he pulled himself out of his boxers leaning down it kiss her again before he lined himself up with her entrance before he sank into her both of them gasping at the feeling.Â
âfuck, you feel so good,â he moaned. She was appreciative of his slow thrusts her constant wines were evident of that.
Y/nâs legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer as his hips rocked back and forth
âFaster.â She groaned in his ear as she clenched around him. His free hand moving to wrap around her throat squeezing slightly as his hips moved faster.
Y/n opened her eyes for a few seconds spotting someone in the distance. She let out a gasp pushing Felix off her as she attempted to cover herself
âOllie what the fuck!â She said as she realised who had been watching them. Felix fumbled to cover himself up before protectively standing in front of y/n.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you Ollie.â He said while y/n grabbed into his arm
âWe need to talk.â Ollie slurred as he made his was over to the couple. Y/n climbed down off the statue staying hid behind her boyfriend
âYouâre a fucking liar Ollie.â Felix said as Ollie got closer and closer
âHow could you Ollie, after I confided in you.â Y/n said snatching the bottle of champagne out of his hand chugging most of what was left
âI know Iâm so sorry y/n⌠I really am.â He said but she just shook her head and walked away from the pair cradling the bottle as she wobbled while she listened to Felix and Ollie argue
âYou need to leave Ollie.â Felix said his eyes flickering to y/n was was now slightly hunched over
âYouâre still my friend? Weâll all still be friends right?â Felix didnât give him an answer before he rushed over to y/n which Ollie took as his que to leave
âFelix.â She said as she started to go dizzy. Y/n reached out for him while he grabbed onto her
âI donât feel good.â She whispered before her legs gave way. Alarmed, Felix scooped her up in his arms, concern etching his face.
âStay with me, baby.â Y/n mumbled something drowsy, her eyes struggling to stay open. Felix, with a sense of urgency, began navigating the maze's twists and turns running as fast as he could carry her
âNo baby keep your eyes open.â He said as he held her head up with one hand. As he neared the house he spotted Elspeth seeing a group of her friends off by there cars
âMum!â He yelled out catching her attention, noticing the distress, she rushed over, her face turning from joyous to concerned.
âI donât know what happened, no baby keep your eyes open for me.â Felix said once again noticing the way she was struggling to stay conscious ây/n, look at me.â He said as Elspeth rushed them towards the car calling out of Duncan.
Felix sat y/n in the back seat sliding in next to her while his mother told him sheâd get the rest of the family before telling Duncan to drive to the hospital as fast as he possibly could while she climbed into the passenger seat.â
âMâtired.â Y/n mumbled incoherently as she fell limp into Felix said
âI know baby, I know but youâve gotta Stay awake for me.â Felixâs heart was in his throat he felt like he couldnât breathe.
âFelix, what happen? Did she take something?â Elspeth asked Felix had never shook his head so quickly
âNo mum, she would never. she was fine a few minutes ago.â He said the panic in his voice evident he head tears in his eyes as y/n kept mumbling nonsense to him.
âLove you Fiâ He heard her say before she fell unconscious
âDrive fucking faster!â He yelled hitting the back of the seat as he tried to shake her awake but it wasnât working
âCalm down Felix weâre almost there.â Elspeth said in reality she was also just as panicked. She loved y/n like her own she couldnât bare the thought of something happening to her.
âI canât fucking calm down!â He yelled and as soon as they turned into the hospital Felix wasted no time rushing her inside begging for help. Multiple doctors came rushing over taking him from her arms discussing things amongst themselves.
Felix stood frozen in the middle of the room, the weight of fear anchoring him to the spot. The harsh light overhead accentuated the pallor of his face as doctors fired questions about what happened with his collapsed girlfriend. His voice caught in his throat, and his limbs felt like lead, rendering him incapable of articulating the events that led to this moment. The fear consumed him, the uncertainty of y/nâs well-being tightening its grip. Just when the anxiety threatened to suffocate him, the hospital door opens and Elspeth entered, a comforting presence amidst the clinical sterility. Her eyes met Felix's, conveying a silent reassurance that he wasn't alone in this ordeal. In that shared gaze, a glimmer of strength returned to Felix, grounding him in the support of his mother amid the overwhelming uncertainties of the hospital room.
Elspeth took over the questioning answering every question she possibly could as a nurse took Felix into the waiting room where he sank into one of the chairs terrified for y/nâs life. A few minutes later Venetia, his dad and Farleigh came rushing into the room. No one said a word.
Venetia took a seat next to her brother taking his hand in hers trying to offer him some sort of comfort in the horrific moment. The reality of the situation had completely sobered him up the adrenaline of the alcohol wearing off.
âFelix, darling have some water.â Elspeth said handing Felix a plastic cup that she had filled with the water sat off to the side of them. His hands shook as he took a sip of the water finally speaking up for the first time since heâd let the doctors take y/n from his arm.
âI wonât be able to live if something happens to her.â It was almost a whisper but everyone heard it
âSheâs going to be okay.â Farleigh not only told Felix but also himself and everyone in the room for that matter all of them having the same sinking feeling.
âBut what if itâs not.â
In the hush of the hospital waiting room, Felix ensnared in a web of anxiety, perched on the edge of a hard plastic chair. His knees are caught in a restless rhythm, an involuntary dance fueled by the uncertainty of y/nâs condition. The minutes stretch like elastic as he nervously glances at the clock, each tick amplifying the echo of his worries.
Unable to contain the nervous energy, Felix succumbs to the urge to pace back and forth across the linoleum floor. His steps are uneven, a physical manifestation of the emotional turbulence swirling within. The harsh fluorescent lights cast shadows that play on his strained expression, the weight of concern etched across his face.
Meanwhile, His family huddles nearby, attempting to offer solace in whispered words and gentle touches. Their eyes mirror his apprehension, but they muster comforting smiles and attempts at casual conversation, striving to create a shield against the suffocating atmosphere of the waiting room.
The air is thick with anticipation, each passing second an agonizing reminder of the unknown. Felix, caught between the pull of hope and the gravity of fear, finds solace neither in the uncomfortable chair nor the sterile surroundings. All that matters is the impending news about y/nâs well-being, an answer that lingers just out of reach, teasing the frayed edges of his nerves. What felt like an eternity later a doctor came into the room everyoneâs attention on them
âIâm Doctor Robinson Iâm y/nâs doctor Today.â The woman started but before she could get another word out Felix croaked
âIs she okay?â
âY/n is doing better than we could have hoped for her case, you did the right thing getting her here when you did. Her toxicology came back and it looks like she ingested a lethal amount of benzodiazepines which we believe after conversation with Elspeth to be as a result of spiking in something she will have drank at the party this evening.â The doctor explained everyone felt a weight lifted off there shoulders as they said she was doing better
âCan I see her?â Felix asked
âSheâs not awake yet, however you are more than welcome to sit at her bedside until she does wake up.â Felix shoot up out of his seat almost instantly the others silently agreeing to let him go alone as he followed the doctor to her room.
Felix heart broke as soon as he walked into the room seeing y/n laying there with multiple IVs stuck in her arm. He chocked back his tears as he made his way to sit next to her taking his hand in hers.
At what felt like only moments later as if she was awoke by his presence she was finally conscious again. Felix kiss the back of her hand as he thanked god for keeping her safe
âHey pretty.â He whispered softly as a few tears rolled down his cheeks she smiled softly at him squeezing his hand
âHi.â She croaked out her eyes half open. Her entire body ached as she reached out to wipe his tears away âDonât cry Fi, Iâm okay.â
âYou scared me so much baby.â He said as more tears rolled down his cheeks
âgod if you had - but I didnât and Iâm okay.â She said knowing where his train of thought was going. She shuffled herself to one side of the bed making room for Felix next to her as she patted the spot which he waisted no time climbing into
âDid they tell you what happen?â She asked as she got comfortable on his chest as Felix petted her head. Felix let out a sigh not sure how to approach the topic.
âThe doctors said you had a lot of benzodiazepines in your system.â Felix started and he felt her tense up
âWhat- I donât do that kinda thing⌠Iâd never.â She said as tears rolled down her cheeks
âI know baby I know, mum knows that too everyone knows youâre not like that.â He whispered y/n had always made it gleaming obvious she didnât like the idea of every taking drugs while she never judged those who did she couldnât bare the thought of losing herself to drugs the way her father did.
âThen how?â She asked knowing exactly how but she needed him to say it
âThe doctors think something you drank was spiked.â Felix said and her heart sank. Saltburn was supposed to be a space space where she didnât have to worry about stuff like that. A place where nothing bad could possible happen.
âYou donât thinkâŚâ she started and Felix knew exactly what she was hinting at. Ollie. The only thing she had drank that she hadnât opened the bottle or poured herself was the champagne she snatched from his hands.
âI⌠I Really fucking hope not.â Felix whispered just as Elspeth and everyone knocked at the door wanting to check in y/n themselves
âOh darling, Iâm so glad Youâre okay. You had us all worried sick.â Elspeth said rushing over to y/nâs bedside who gave her a weak smile
âIs there anything we can do or get you?â James said standing next to his wife placing a comforting hand on her shoulder
âI would really just like to go home.â Y/n said and just as Venetia was about yo say sheâd go speak to the doctor Felix spoke up
âNo, you canât go home yet.â He began looking down at her âyou need to stay here and get better.â
âFels, Iâm okay I just need to rest.â y/n said just as her doctor walked into the room
âAh y/n, glad to see youâre awake.â She began as she picked up her chart from the end of the bed âIâm sure Felix here told you, we found a lethal amount of benzodiazepines in your system which is what caused you to lose consciousness. If it wasnât for your lovely family getting you here when they did weâd be looking at a very different outcome.â Y/n squeezed Felixâs hand softly nodding to what the doctor was telling her.
âFor now I suggest you go home and rest up take it easy for a few day, which Iâm sure everyone in this room will see too that you do and make sure youâre drinking plenty of fluids.â Y/n looked up at Felix while the doctor went to collect the discharge papers
âSee baby, I told you Iâm okay.â She said as he leaned down to kiss her softly
âIâm so glad youâre okay pretty.â
âWell Im lucky I have you, my knight in shining armour.â
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NEW JERSEY RED
summary: reader finds herself falling for the new jersey devilâs center even if her heart is supposed to lie with the new york rangers.
pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader
warnings: none..? just yn getting sappy as hell bc she fell for jack!! use of âdaddyâ but not in a sexual way.
lowercase intended.
BASED ON âtennessee orangeâ by megan moroney
living in new jersey wasnât much of a difference than living in new york, at least, not to you. at times it just felt less chaotic, in a way that made you miss the chaotic streets of nyc. but moving to new jersey to become a media manager for the new jersey devils was a pro and a con.
growing up in new york city, meant you and your family were very big rangers fans. your father had seasonal tickets, every year. you went to every game with him that you could.
when your family heard you now worked for the new jersey devils, it felt like hell broke loose. working for the.. enemy? now thats foul play, you just betrayed your home team! but you didnât regret it.
see, there was this boy. specifically number 86, a center for the new jersey devils. jack hughes. he was cute, scratch thatâ he was hot. you, like many other girls, fell right at his feet. of course you didnât out right do so or show that.
but he as wellâ fell hard for you, maybe even harder.
not only did you work for the âenemyâ but now you were fraternizing with one?
you had the day off, sitting at your now shared apartment with your current boyfriend of nine months. you didnât tell your family about him, he didnât tell his about you. the media had no idea that the jack hughes had a girlfriend either.
your thumb hovers over the call button. the stool under you creaked as you shifted your weight. you clicked the bright green button.
it rang until it didnât, âhello?â the sound of your motherâs voice filled the room.
âhi mama.â you spoke gently. âive got some news for youâ you told.
âfinally! i havent heard from you in so long sweet girl, please tell me everything!â you could hear her smile from the other end of the phone.
you smile. âjust donât tell daddy, okay? heâll blow a fuse.â you chuckle.
your fingers tap against the counter as you anxiously listen to her laugh. âokay, sweetie. are you okay?â
âdont worryâ im doing okay. listenâ i know you raised me to know right from wrong, it aint what you think, promise.â you start.
âhoney, youâre kind of scaring me.â your mother nervously chuckles.
âlisten, okay? i umâ i never thought iâd honestly see this day, seeing how scared i was with my past relationshipsââ you cut yourself off with a nervous laugh.
âi met somebody.â you told. you heard a quiet gasp on her end.
âreally? honey thats amazing! tell me about himâ about your relationship.â
you let out a breath. âhes got blue eyes, the prettiest eyes ive ever seen, mama. hes so good to me too, he always holds the door open, he never makes me cry. there has never been a moment where heâs made me upset.â
âoh honey..â she trailed off, sounding happy.
âim not done, mama. last weekend he took me to michigan, where his family lives. we watched a football game, a college one. his brothers used to go there. he let me wear his cap that has been on his dash foreverâ mama i swear i fell even more for him under those stadium lights. hes perfect.â
âbut..â you trailed off.
âbut? thereâs a but? honey⌠whats wrong?â your mother sounded concerned.
âmama, you cannot tell daddyâ heâs gonna think its a sin. but mama hes a player on the new jersey devilsâ but forgive me, i really like him, mom. hell, im learning how to golf for him mama. hes perfect, hes got a smile, mama his smile is killer. ive never seen one like it.â
âhoney⌠youâre dad is right here, listening.â you clamped your mouth shut. just your luck.
âdoes he make you happy?â you heard your father ask.
âyes he does, daddy. i know hes a devil but god you would love him! i know he aint where we are from, but he feels like home. hes got me doing things ive never done. he makes my stomach burst into butterflies, he makes me blush, he makes me feel loved.â you explained.
âand you know i still want the rangers to win, daddyâ you told.
you heard him chuckle. âas long as he makes you happy, sweetheart.â
you grin. you stay on the call for what felt like hours, talking about jack. when you finally end it, you feel arms wrap around your shoulders and your chest. a kiss is pressed to your temple.
âi hope you know how much i love youâ jack mumbled, trailing small kisses from your forehead to your cheek and your jaw.
âand just so you know, you look better in new jersey red than new york blue.â
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still alive | pato o' ward
summary: pato's girlfriend really likes halloween. in fact, it's her whole brand. especially since her dad starred in 'scream' and 'scooby-doo' and 'five nights at freddys'. like seriously, this holiday was made for her
pairing: pato o' ward x lillard! reader
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yn.lillard its the most wonderful time of the year
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patriciooward my skeleton gingerbreads are cooler than your skeleton gingerbreads
-> yn.lillard say sike rn! we all know mine are better. i can call my dad and he can be the deciding vote
-> patriciooward no need, i ate them all already anyways :)
-> yn.lillard i love you you big dork
-> patriciooward i know. but do you love me as much as you love billy loomis?
-> yn.lillard see it sounds odd when you remember that to me, he's just uncle skeet.
davidmalukas you got the pumpkins i got the paint and the hocus pocus dvd. what do you say we all meet at yn's dads and have ourselves a pumpkin painting party?
-> yn.lillard you just want to drink beers with my dad and uncle skeet, donât you?
-> matthewlillardofficial how does friday sound?
user they give such black cat orange cat energy
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halloween horror nights
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yn.lillard its a hot ghoul summer!!! #hhn24
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elbaoward please tell me you got a video of pato screaming when the clown on stilts came up behind him
-> yn.lillard of course i did, i'm the best girlfriend ever
-> patriciooward delete that
-> yn.lillard what are you going to do to make it worth my while? đ
patriciooward repeat after me: pato you are the sweetest most loveable man on planet earth. god created men and then sent me as an apology
-> yn.lillard someone has a big ego (i love you too sweetheart!)
alexanderrossi so where is this video of pato
-> patriciooward GONE
-> yn.lillard ill send it to u when im done jumping his bones
-> matthewlillardofficial YN YMN LILLARD
user theres so much hot in this post i dont know where to look
Pato O'Ward talks victory at Milwaukee, summer break with his girlfriend and the first time he met future father-in-law Matthew Lillard
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yn.lillard hey google, play i miss you by blink 182
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yourbestfriend i realize there was a specific lyric you were trying to reference there but it is not coming across right bestie
-> yn.lillard ok let me be more specific *clears throat* HELLO THERE THE ANGEL OF MY NIGHTMARES THE SHADOW IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE MORGUE
patriciooward we can live like jack and sally if we want and we'll have halloween on christmas â¤ď¸
-> yn.lillard and in the night we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends
user oh that boy is so whipped
skeetulrich kid why did i just get a text message from lover boy here asking if i knew your ring size?
-> yn.lillard YOU WHAT
-> patriciooward no reason!! totally not planning something!!
-> matthewlillardofficial ahem. do we need to have a talk?
-> patriciooward nope! all good here!
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[location tag: calgary, alberta]
MESSAGES BETWEEN YN AND HER FATHER
daddy
I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. And remember, I still have the Ghostface costume so if you ever need me to get rid of him, just give me a call.
yn
DAD! I promise you'll never have to do that.
daddy
Good. I'm looking forward to having him as my son in law.
#pato o ward x reader#pato o ward smau#indycar x reader#indycar rpf#formula one x reader#indycar smau#the cozy collection 2024#Spotify#ig aus
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Dress Shopping Expeditions
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Marc Spector x daughter reader, Steven Grant x reader platonic, Khonshu x reader platonic
Request: Hello! Could you do a fic for the Mk boys? I request another Mk boys x daughter bc I am such a simp after bingeing all your Mk x daughter or teen fics. Okay, so I know formal isn't really common in the Uk but I know some people do Proms, so could you do a fic where the Mk boys takes her dress shopping? And Khonshu is just judging all the dresses. Thought It would be a cute and funny fic
Request by: @mochystark
*not my gif*
Summary: Itâs time for prom, so naturally you have to go dress shopping. Your father is less than pleased
A/N: I havenât really written in a while- so please excuse the shitty writing
Please donât plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but Iâm asking that you donât steal my hard work
âCome on!â You cheered, literally dragging the man behind you by the arm into the closest shop.
Marc tried- and failed- to dig his heels into the ground. âBut I donât want to,â He whined childishly.
âWell thatâs too bad,â You looked over your shoulder at him with a grin, âBecause Steven volunteered you to do it.â
The man was in fact still being pulled along behind you, but this time he was muttering obscenities to his alter.
If there was one thing in this world your father hated, it was shopping. But dress shopping, oh that was worse. So much worse.
The store was filled to the brim with gowns of all shapes and sizes. Colors ranging from the brightest oranges, to the darkest greens. You were completely in awe at everything you saw, spinning in a circle as your eyes tried to drink it all in.
Marc came to a stop, crossing his arms as he looked around nervously, âI donât like this.â He muttered.
âAww,â You teased, âDoes dress shopping make you uncomfortable, dad?â
He let out a huff of air and turned his head to face the other way so you wouldnât see the way his cheeks tinged the pink of a nearby Barbie-like dress, âShut up.â
You just laughed, skipping off in a different direction to look at some colorful material, leaving Marc to rock back and forth on his heels where you had left him.
âMarc,â Steven chastised in his ear, âI volunteered you for this so that you could spend some time with Y/n.â
Marc shifted on his feet again, âI donât know anything about this stuff, Steven!â He complained, not caring about any of the surrounding people who threw weird looks his way for talking to seemingly himself.
âItâs her prom,â The british manâs voice softened, âAnd youâre her father. She deserves to have you here with her.â
Your father deflated a bit at that before he sighed, âYeah, yeah, youâre right.â
After only a second's hesitation, he set off into your direction, you in turn looking up and grinning brightly when you saw him approach.
âDad, good, do you mind holding this?â You barely waited for him to nod before shoving at least five dresses into his hold.
âYep,â He grunted a bit, âI got it.â
He followed you around like a lost puppy for the next forty five minutes as you tossed into his arms the different dresses you wanted to try on, and he didnât complain once. In fact, he even seemed to be slightly happy.
Eventually, you trailed into the dressing room and one by one tried on the dresses, him waiting outside and you walking out each time to ask for his opinion.
âNo.â Khonshu said the second you opened the door and stepped from your dressing room for the twenty-seventh dress you were trying on.
The God evidently had nothing better to do and decided to drop by to help.
âNo?â You quipped back, anger rising in your voice.
âI donât like it.â He said simply.
âOh? You donât like it?â You seethed, eyes narrowing at his quick judgment of your dress.
âNow, now,â Steven said nervously, looking back and forth between you two, âLetâs not fight.â
âNo, letâs.â Marc fronted with a grunt and muttered, âMaybe the store will kick us out then.â
âNo, I donât.â Khonshu continued as if the other two hadnât even spoken.
Marc sighed at the look Steven was giving him in a nearby mirror- one that told him to intervene before things got messy- and he stepped in between both of you.
âSweetie,â He spoke, gently laying his hands on your shoulders, âYou look beautiful.â He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.
You smiled up at him before grinning at Khonshu, âSee? I look beautiful in this dress.â
Your father nodded, âAnd if you want to get this dress- then weâll get this one.â
You shook your head and turned back into your dressing room, âNah, I donât really like it that much anyway.â
Steven burst into a fit of giggles as Marcâs face dropped and even Khonshu let out a small snigger.
Despite that though, the three of them stayed, waiting until you found the perfect dress. Not once complaining, but a couple more small fights did break out between you and the God of the moon.
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#platonic#platonic imagine#x reader#marvel#mcu#teen reader#mcu x reader#moon knight x reader#moon knight imagine#moon knight#moon knight fic#marc spector x reader platonic#marc spector x reader#marc spector#marc spector x daughter reader#daughter reader#steven grant x reader#steven grant x reader platonic#steven grant#khonshu x reader#khonshu#khonshu x reader platonic
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Becoming Mrs. Miller {Part 6} (Joel Miller x Reader)
Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
Warnings: fluff, domestic joel, pregnant wife reader (lmk if i missed any)
Words count: 1.7k
A/N: Hi! This is part 6 for Becoming Mrs. Miller. But it can also be read as a standalone. There will be one or two more parts for this story. The scenes are mostly from TLOU Ep 1 with additions and some changes from my story. Hope you like it!Â
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
September 25
You tried to sleep but you couldnât. You moved to your side and another but you still felt uncomfortable. You were around 22 weeks pregnant now and your belly was starting to protrude.Â
âJoel, baby..â You shook Joel gently trying to wake him up.
âHmm? Whatâs wrong, baby?â Joel answered you with a sluggish voice.
âI canât sleep.â You moved closer to him.
âCâmere.â His arms reached you and pulled you to his chest.
âTomorrowâs your birthday and I havenât got you any presents. Do you have something you want?â
âNothinâ, baby. Just want you and our baby healthy.â He was half asleep.
âOkay.âÂ
September 26 - Morning
âSarah, sweetie, can you wake your dad up, please?â You asked Sarah while cooking breakfast.
âDad! Alarm! Wake up!â Sarah knocked on the door.
âMorning, birthday boy.â You looked over to your shoulder while Joel walked down the stairs as he buttoned his pants.Â
âMorning, baby.â He gave you a kiss and rubbed your protruding belly.
âHappy birthday, Joel.â You cupped his cheeks.
âHappy birthday, dad.â Sarah poured a glass of orange juice into three glasses and put them on the dining table.
âThank you, babygirl.â Joel kissed Sarahâs head and poured himself a cup of coffee.
âI was gonna make birthday pancakes for you but I forgot to buy them. Pregnancy brain.â You scoffed as you put the plates of eggs and bacon on the table.
âYou know I donât really like pancakes.â Joel ate his breakfast.
âI know you donât like them.â You smirked to Sarah.
âYeah, it was for my benefit.â Sarah added.
âDad, vitamin C.â Sarah pushed a glass of orange juice to Joel.
Joel rolled his eyes and drank his juice. You laughed at Sarah's controlling behavior.Â
âYou get your, uh, homework done? Fractions?â Joel tried to make a conversation with his daughter.
Sarah shrugged and chuckled.
âHow old are you again?â Sarah asked.
â36.â Joel chewed his bacon.
âGonna have to wear diapers soon.â Sarah joked.
âWho says he doesnât already?â You teased Joel.
He gave you a side eye and took something from his mouth.
âShell.â
âOh my God. Iâm sorry.â You covered your face in embarrassment.
âCalcium.â Sarahâs answer made you feel better.
âThanks, Sarah.â You chuckled.
âI got you, mom.â Sarah pointed at you.
âYou two really are ganginâ up on me. Please let it be a boy.â Joel extended his arms to rub your belly.
âNo! I want a sister!â Sarah insisted.
You and Joel laughed.
âIs there enough for Tommy?â Joel asked.
���I can make another plate.â You stood up but Joel stopped you.
âNo, no. Eat your breakfast. He can grab somethinâ on the road.â
The three of you looked to the door as you heard someone was coming in.
âAy! Youâre still alive, you old fucker.â Tommy came in and patted Joel on the back.
Tommy made his way to the kitchen and looked around.
âI thought we was havinâ pancakes.â
âSorry, Tommy.â You apologized for your mommy brain.
âWeâll pick you somethinâ up on the road. Concrete guys gonna be there?âÂ
âYeah, they said maybe.â Tommy opened the fridge to find something he could eat.
âMaybe? We canât frame until we pour. Weâre not gettinâ paid until we frame.â
âWell, we could bring someone else on, get the job done faster.â
âNo, no. Iâm not splittinâ this job. I barely wanna split it with you. We could work a double.â Joel insisted.
âLiterally? Today?â Sarah was getting upset.
âJoel..â You were upset too but you couldn't stop him from working hard because with the baby coming, you would need more money for the living expenses.
âI know. Iâd be done by nine. By nine, right?â He tried to get assurance from Tommy.
âYeah.â Tommy shrugged.
âIâll bring back a cake. I promise.â Joel promised.
*On the radio*⌠continued disturbances in Jakarta, but are advising U.S. citizensâŚ
âJakarta. Where is that, Middle East?â Joel asked.
âDoesnât ring a bell. Itâs definitely a country.â Tommy was also not sure.
âOr maybe part of Asia?â You added.
âJakarta isnât a country. Being a part of Asia isnât mutually exclusive with being a country, and in fact, itâs the capital of Indonesia.â Sarah proudly answered.
âShit. Hope for us yet.â Tommy drank his coffee.
âLanguage.â You glared at Tommy and he chuckled.
âFinish up quick, your mom has an appointment at the hospital. Weâll drop you off. You got seven minutes.â
You got up and put the dishes in the sink.
âYour T-shirtâs inside out.â Sarah finished her last bite.
âShit.â Joel rolled his eyes.
âJoel, language.â You gave him the evil eye. You didnât want your baby to hear curse words even before it was born so you always got sensitive when anyone cursed.
âHeâs losinâ it.â Tommy shook his head.
You walked them out and stood behind the car as Joel moved his stuff to the truck.
âHey, baby. Iâm sorry I canât go with you today. Call me if you need anythinâ alright?â He kissed your forehead and rubbed the sides of your belly.
âOkay.â You nodded and smiled.
âIâll see you tonight.â He walked to open the door for Sarah.
âSee you, mom.â You kissed Sarahâs cheek.
You continued your morning routine and got ready to the hospital. You were excited because it was the day to know the babyâs gender. After you got everything ready and finished all the housework, you got into your car and drove to the hospital.
âCongratulations! Itâs a boy!â The doctor pointed at the monitor showing you your babyâs genitals.
âA boy? My husband wants a boy.â You cried in happiness.
âWell, I guess God answered his prayers.âÂ
You couldnât believe you were having a boy. You talked with Joel and the two of you had been wanting a boy. You were so excited and decided to go shopping for baby products at the mall. You bought some blue baby clothes, socks, and other things. Then an idea came to your mind.Â
âI havenât bought anything for my husbandâs birthday. Maybe this is his birthday present.â You thought to yourself.
So you decided to buy a gift box and put the blue baby shoes inside it. You were going to give him this as a birthday present.
September 26 - Night
You and Sarah watch TV in the living room waiting for Joel to come home. It was 10 pm and he hadnât come home. You were getting sleepy but you forced your eyes open until you heard the sound of keys jingling.
âYou locked the door for once. Good job.â Joel was finally home.
âYeah, I guess the mommy brain is working today.â Your drowsiness was suddenly gone.
âYouâre home.â Sarah turned the TV off.
Joel groaned and sat beside you on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes. He looked really tired and you felt really bad towards him. You didnât like seeing him tired and working too hard to make ends meet for you and your family. But you couldnât do anything. You had offered him to help but he didnât want you to work. He knew how hard it was being pregnant so he didnât want you to suffer more.Â
âItâs 10.â Sarah sounded disappointed.
âI know. They gave us the wrong size of the headers. That doesnât mean anything to ya. Iâm sorry.â Joel apologized.
âWhereâs the cake?â Sarah had been looking forward to celebrating her dadâs birthday.
âShit.â Joel forgot to buy the birthday cake.
âJoel.â You glared at him as you put your hand on your belly protectively.
âSorry, baby. Daddy didnât mean that.â He rubbed your belly and talked to the baby.
âIâll get us one tomorrow.â Joel promised Sarah again.
âSwear, or you donât get your present.âÂ
âYou got your dad a present?â You raised your eyebrows.
âYou got me a present?â Joel was surprised too.
âSwear.â Sarah repeated.
âOn my life.â Joel swore.
âWow.â Sarah gave Joel a box with his fixed watch inside.
âFixed it for you.âÂ
âDid you?â Joel raised his watch near his ear to check.Â
âWhat?â
âI donât hear anything.â His face was confused. Then he laughed.
âThat was lame.â You laughed and slapped Joel at his joke.
âYouâre lame.â Joel got Sarah for a second.
âYeah, I know.â Joel laughed at his own joke.
Then the three of you watched the DVD that Sarah borrowed from the Adlers, your neighbor. Joel put his arms around you and you leaned on him. Sarah didnât want to be left out so she leaned on you and you put your arms around her. Sarah promised not to fall asleep but she fell asleep not long after the movie started.
âSarahâs asleep.â You told Joel.
âIâll put her to bed.â Joel carried Sarah to her bedroom and tucked her in.Â
He kissed her forehead and went downstairs to find you massaging your legs.
âYou okay?â Joel looked concerned.
âHmm.â You kept massaging your calves.
Since you got pregnant, you often felt pain on your legs but today the pain was worse. You thought it might be because you spent a lot of time walking at the mall shopping for baby products.Â
He sat beside you and took your legs to his lap to massage them.Â
âThink I walked too much today. It hurts.â You rubbed his upper arm.
âDonât force yourself too much, baby. Anyway, what did the doctor say? Everythinâ great?â He asked.
âAbout that.. I got you a present too.â You took out the box and gave it to him.
âReally? I told you, you don't have to get me anythinâ.â
âCome on. Here.â You gave Joel a navy blue box tied with sky blue ribbon on top of it.
âOpen it.â Your heart was beating faster.
âThank you.â Joel kissed you and opened the box.
âBaby socks?â He looked confused for a moment. Then he realized something.
âWait. It's blue. Weâre having a boy?â His face lightened up.
You nodded and opened your arms for him. He hugged you tightly and kissed your temple.
âHey peanut, itâs daddy. Youâre daddyâs best birthday gift ever. Canât wait to meet you. Be good to your mama, okay?â Joel came closer to your belly and talked to his baby boy.Â
âOh!â You gasped.
âWhatâs wrong?â Joel got worried.
âHe kicked.â You giggled.
âYou canât wait to meet daddy too, donât you?â Joel chuckled and rubbed your belly where the baby kicked.Â
To be continued... Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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hi!! i found out your bleach x bnha crossover series last night and i DEVOURED it, i had such a great time reading it and it's so funny đ i just wanted to say thank you for sharing such a brilliant brainworm that will probably now live in MY brain forever đ i know it hasn't been updated in like a year but that won't stop me đž and since we're here i figure i'll ask something: how would aizawa react if he found out ichigo has two whole *kids*?
again, Thank You and hope you have a good day đ
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You're the person who left comments on Ghost Hunters of UA, aren't you?? I'm so glad you liked it!
This is an interesting thing because I could actually swear that I've written something about this? Actually, I just realized that I probably have some parts of the story written... that I haven't posted... because... I don't even know... I remember that I had the very last story for the series written, but I didn't want to post it if the rest of the series was still not finished, but I might actually post it at some point, if I can just remember to do that.
But I could swear I've written something about Aizawa finding out about Kazui and Ichika? It's possible it's one of the group chat chapters that I wrote and then decided not to go through with the idea at all? Yeah, actually, I just found it and it's definitely like that.
I'm not going to put this on ao3 (at least at this time), but since you asked, here you go! Please remember that it was written before the first chapter of Ghost Hunters of UA, so it might not be entirely accurate, for example with what happens in that story, but, yeah, anyways.
Karakura Gang + Stragglers (Group chat name)
Godâs Antithesis (Ishida)
Ichigo
Godâs Worst Mistake (Ichigo)
Uryuu
Godâs Antithesis (Ishida)
[A picture of the living room of the Ishida Residence. Sitting in front of a dark wine red couch and the low table in front of it, on the floor, are two boys around the same age. One of them has wild, spike orange hair that is just slightly smoother than Kurosaki Ichigoâs spiky hair. Heâs grinning brightly, his purple eyes alight. Heâs wearing a pair of jeans and a baby blue hoodie. The other boy also had orange hair, though of a different, darker shade than the other boyâs. He was beaming. He had dark blue eyes. Both boys were staring right at the camera.]
Why is kazui in my house
Assno (Asano)
asdfghjkl
Reject Universe (Orihime)
Oh!
I didnt know kazui was over!
Dragon (Tatsuki... I think?)
Oh my god what the fuck
Arrancar Translator (Chad...?)
Huh
Queen (Rukia)
Oh my god how is he over there?????
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
omw dont let him leave
Godâs Antithesis (Ishida)
Bit late for that
Reject Universe (Orihime)
I just got home and he just ran out (°-°)
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Is he scared of u?
This is like the third time he has done that right?
Reject Universe (Orihime)
Oh no surely not right?
I dont want kazui to be scared of me!!
Queen (Rukia)
He isnt scared orihime I promise
Godâs Worst Mistake (Ichigo)
He just gets similar alarms ringing like when rukia smiles when he has done something he shouldnt have done
Also im coming over, see if I can hold him down long enough for renji to drag him back home
Karakura Red (Karin)
Caught the little shit
Bringing him home but ichi-nii should still come keep an eye on him
Me and yuzu have shit to do
Godâs Worst Mistake (Ichigo)
omw
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
I will be there in a few hours once these idiots get the senkaimon going
Queen (Rukia)
Might be good
Kazui has been taking it rather hard that ichigo is on such a long mission
A bit of time alone with his dad will do him some good
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
Im sorry
Kurosaki has a son?
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Wait we didnt tell u?
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
No????
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
He has a wife and a husband too
Assno (Asano)
Some of us cant find one and he went and got himself two
Arrancar Translator (Chad)
Actually he has two kids
Son and daughter
Reject Universe (Orihime)
Oh but renji is actually ichikaâs dad
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
What
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
Kazui and ichika are twins
Ichigo is kazuiâs dad
Renji is ichikaâs dad
Simple
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
In what universe
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Well I mean they have the same mom and are twins so its pretty simple
Must Protect (Yuzu?)
Aww!
[A picture of Ichigo laying down on the couch in the living room of the Kurosaki Residence. He has one hand under his head, while the other is wrapped around Kazui, who is laying between him and the back of the couch, his head on Ichigoâs chest. Both have their eyes closed. Ichigo is in his shinigami uniform.]
They are so cute!
Queen (Rukia)
Is he purring?
Karakura Red (Karin)
Of course hes purring
This is ichi-nii we are talking about
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
Iâm sorry
Kurosaki
Purrs?
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Like an engine yeah
But only when he naps with the kids
They love it
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
??????
How???????
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
You havent heard him purr before?
Arrancar Translator (Chad)
He was already doing it in middle school but it escalated in high school
Queen (Rukia)
It escalated even more after he died
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
And then it became exclusive to the kids
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
????????????????????
Godâs Antithesis (Ishida)
Wait
What do you mean its exclusive to the kids
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Its exclusive to the kids?
He only purrs when he wants to nap with the kids?
Queen (Rukia)
It calms kazui down and he falls asleep within seconds
Ichika too but thats because shes been conditioned into it rather than it being natural like with kazui
Why?
Karakura Red (Karin)
He does it with me too tho
Yuzu too
Reject Universe (Orihime)
He did it to uryuu once too!
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
What??????
Karakura Red (Karin)
Urahara said its a hollow thing
Pack thing and all that
Must protect little ones
Hes trying to calm down and put to sleep any younger relatives essentially
Must Protect (Yuzu)
Yeah I hear the visored do the same with him too
But he never does it to them because they are older than him
Karin has done it to me too
Karakura Red (Karin)
Yuzu!!!
Dragon (Tatsuki)
Oh my god
Assno (Asano)
Y r u guys so pure?
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Im not sure what about having a bloodthirsty cannibal in your head is pure but u do u buddy
Assno (Asano)
Wait no!!!
Panicked into Solutions (Renji)
Also I will be there in another 30 mins
Must Protect (Yuzu)
Stay for tea until they wake up!
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
I
I hate to break this to you people but kurosaki is expected at school tomorrow morning
Karakura Red (Karin)
Thats what shunpo and sonido are for
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
What does that even mean
Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)
He fast
Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)
That explains literally nothing
Queen (Rukia)
It explains literally everything
#awkward conversations and wandering spirits au#has it really been that long since i did anything with this story?#I could swear it hasn't been that long#then again i also keep telling people i'm a few years younger when they ask for some reason#idk why it's just that i could swear it's not 2024 yet
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Welcome to Merston High
The masterlist for all current chapters is pinned on my page
Chapter 3 - First day of hell
Clawdeen awoke in her bed just like she had done every other day. Except today was the end of summer and the beginning of school. She had a long list of people she hadn't seen in months to catch up on uninteresting memories of the fishing trip her dad dragged her and her other siblings on. She had cheerleading tryouts after school with the dreaded 'Cleo the control freak'. She no doubt had her bestfriend Draculaura dragging her to watch the boys play basketball at lunch, so she could fawn over them. Draculaura had been away for summer to Romania to see her family. Her father was a high member of some vampire court of officials. This meant Draculaura spent her time being followed around by countless advisors and servants while Clawdeen was learning how to bait a hook. She got picture after picture of 'cute vampire boys' and the view from her families castle. It must have been nice to be an only child.
"Clawdeen! Get up!" Her older brother Clawd yelled from downstairs.
She groaned and rolled over. Her younger sister Howleen was sat cross-legged infront of their full length mirror plucking her eyebrows meticulously.
"It's your hairy legs you've got to worry about" Clawdeen teased as she finally got out of bed. "I got first dibs on the shower, there's no way I'm dealing with Clawd's fur clogging the drain,"
"He's already used it," Howleen mumbled as she put up her orange curls into a high pony.
"Oh god you've gotta be kiddin me" Clawdeen growled. "Why is he so organised?"
"He's picking up Cleo," Howleen grumbled. "Her majesty can't wait forever,"
Clawd and Cleo had been texting over the summer. Clawd seemed to be unsure of the whole ordeal, but with him being the basketball captain and Cleo being the cheerleading captain it just seemed right. Clawdeen had warned Clawd about Cleo's ruthlessness and live wire temper. She needed everything to be in order all the time. Clawd wasn't that type of guy, he liked to hike in the woods and play basketball, Cleo was so materialistic and moody it just didn't seem like Clawds type.
'Cleo's a nice girl, she's got a heart yknow' He would stress.
'Yeah inside a jar,'
Clawdeen reluctantly hopped in the hairy shower and then tamed her own hair and perfectly laid her edges down. Clawdeen had picked out her outfit the night before. It was a pink leopard print tank top and a purple denim mini skirt. She paired it with several gold chains and matching hoops in the dog-like ears that poked out at the top of her hair. Howleen watched as Clawdeen did her makeup perfectly. Their mom had banned Howleen from wearing makeup until her fifteenth birthday. Clawdeen on the other hand had been sneaking makeup into her bag since the age of twelve.
"Are you excited for your first day of high school?" Clawdeen glanced at Howleen, who seemed incredibly nervous. "No more being homeschooled by mom"
Howleen sighed. "Not really, I've spent the past few years both Clawd and Clawdeen-less, now I have to see you both at school AND at home,"
"Thanks, love you too" Clawdeen tutted while shoving her books into her large bedazzled purse.
"Clawdeen! Draculaura's outside!" Clawd yelled once again.
Draculaura was indeed outside honking the horn of her car, Draculaura's sixteenth hundredth birthday present from her daddy. The windows were black tinted to block out the sunlight, which was something vampires had to apply for a permit to do. Her and Clawdeen had been riding into school together since their enrollment. Rushing down the stairs and shoving a slice of toast in her mouth Clawdeen made a mad dash for Drac's black Porsche.
"Hey babe," Draculaura sweetly called out to her from a small crack in the window. "Are you ready for the first day of hell?"
Clawdeen smirked as she opened the passenger side door. The interior of the car was immaculately clean, almost brand new despite Draculaura's birthday being almost seven months ago. Her car parked next to Clawd's beat up used car put it to complete shame.
"Hey Draculaura," Clawd waved as he began to approach said broken down vehicle.
Draculaura immediately smiled widely and waved like an excited child. To which Clawdeen immediately rolled her eyes. Draculaura had known both Clawd and Clawdeen since they were tiny monsters. Draculaura used to play husband and wife with them and make Clawdeen be the pet dog. Clawdeen since then vowed she would try her hardest to keep the two of them separated as long as she could. Clawdeen sarcastically waved to her brother and motioned for Draculaura to hurry up and start the car.
Now cruising to school Draculaura immediately blabbed on about her summer in Romania and how her dad got some special award for being a 'valuable member of the council'. She talked about the ball she went to and all the guys she met. One of them being a vampire called Kieran Valentine. He sounded like a pompous jerk who cared way too much about his appearance than anything else. Draculaura had been told that if she wanted a decent image in the councils eyes then her and Valentine were to at least try to court one another, but Draculaura seemed perfectly happy with this.
"I mean yeah he's a bit full of himself but both of our families have pure vampire bloodlines so it just makes sense really" She nonchalantly stated. "My friend Elissabat tried to date him but she got sick of him asking if his hair looked good"
'Well she clearly has more sense than you Drac' Clawdeen thought.
"So what about you Deena? Any cute guys on the fishing trip?" Draculaura giggled.
"Yeah the catfish were very handsome," Clawdeen teased.
The two spent a second to glance at eachother and laugh. Before Draculaura pulled into the schools parking lot and awfully parked the car over two spaces. The two of them hopped out and checked eachothers makeup before linking arms and strutting inside, ready to dominate the first day of hell.
#monster high#mh#frankie stein#draculaura#operetta#spectra vondergeist#monster high frankie#clawdeen wolf#johnny spirit#mh haunted
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Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend đŹđĽ
PART TWO
Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive
Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this âJust thinking aboutâ, Iâm turning it into a short story. Iâm thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know Iâd said that Iâd give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did đ The next one is entirely his POV so youâll get your fill then!
Part 3
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âSuki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now butâŚ.â
You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be âA shit load of shooting stars tonight!â acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.
Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.
âHah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one elseâŚ.justâŚusâ a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.
The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still werenât entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each otherâs scents over anyone elseâs. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friendâs spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didnât mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.
A voice inside his head started incessantly growling âtouch her, touch her TOUCH HERâ. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.
âIâŚ.I know that KatâŚI wouldnât have invited him anyway!â Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; âI like when itâs just you and I, we always have the most funâ.
He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldnât help but ask; âSo you like me better than him? You think Iâm BETTER than him?â. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.
âYou know I do! BesidesâŚ.â You couldnât help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply âYou smell so much better than him too!â.
Oh hell now youâd done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandoraâs box.
He didnât speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one anotherâs personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; âMâsorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldnât have got in your face like that!â. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, âSâokay princessâŚsânot like itâs a big dealâ. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.
The next few moments were spent in silence.
Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; âSuki do you knowâŚdâyou know what mates are?â. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope youâd brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadnât just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read mindsâŚ.that wasnât very likely, thank god.
âAh well my mom told me itâs when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apartâŚso they live togetherâŚ.and then other stuff happens that damn brats donât need to know just yetâ he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his motherâs words exactly as sheâd originally said them.
âI get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing togetherâ you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. âMe tooâŚI wish we lived together cause then youâd always be with meâ he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; âWe have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!â. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. âIf weâre mates then our parents canât tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! Weâll always be able to stay together!â Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.
âYouâre right _________! Thatâs a great ideaâ
âI know!â
âSo uh..umm how uhâŚhow do we do that?â
You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, âYou donât know how?â.
âNoâ he admits glumly.
You canât hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you âHey princess itâs alright-â. âNO!â you exclaim âWe need to do this to stay together forever!â.
Then you remembered something; âI see my mom and dad do this every morningâ. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; âOh yeah, mine do the same thing! Letâs do that!â. He lays back and stretches his neck out, âYou do me first and then Iâll do you kay?â.
âKayâ
You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.
âS-Shitâ he says softly, squirming slightly.
âWhat?! Did I hurt you??!â You ask.
Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.
âN-No it didnât hurtâŚplease d-do it againâ
You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.
âYour turnâ
You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile heâs giving you.
Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.
Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; âThe shooting stars!â You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. âHey!â He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first âstarâ shoot across the sky. âWoah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!â.
He wonât admit itâŚbut he does, and so do you.
As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before itâs over. The sound of Katsukiâs continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.
Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume youâŚ.
WarmthâŚso warm at times it could get uncomfortable.
Like right nowâŚtoo closeâŚtoo hot
Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, youâre at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then itâs like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.
âOw! ow! Ow!â
You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.FriendsâŚ.thatâs right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! Heâs still here! Thatâs right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.
You start to cry when you canât feel your phone nearby on the bed, you donât wanna look for it.
You donât wanna be alone either thoughâŚ.Your scared. His room is just down the hall itâs not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow youâll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.
You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.
One foot in front of the other.
Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.
Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.
As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now sheâs practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.
Just one word, over & over & over again:
Alpha
Alpha!
ALPHAAA!!!
With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast thatâs gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.
Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that youâve become so fond of. Only itâs so much stronger andâŚ.muskier? Itâs intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now youâve started crying, salivating, and youâre just a goddamn walking train wreck⌠Somehow you donât care, your appearance doesnât matter, you just need HIM right now.
When the door opens you stumble inside.
The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;
âFinally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckinâ night for you andâŚhey whatâs wrong? Oh shitâŚfuckâ.
Fuck is very right.
#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#alpha bakugo#alpha bakugou#Katsuki bakugou#bnha omegaverse#omega reader#shorties
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percy jackson fic list
as soon as this list gets too big, itll separate into smaller, more specific categories
masterlist
A School Thrives off of Rumors and Gossip by the_fandoms_have_risen
Percy was different it only made sense that people would talk about it.
confessions of a drive-thru employee by thelordofshrimp for buoyantsaturn
a block down the street from DOA Records is a coffee shop. the mess spills over.
inspired by twenty four seven, i hate my love for you by buoyantsaturn! i was not allowed to say this was inspired by a series so i just linked to the first part. read that before this, or else this will make no sense and you, like our narrator, will be grasping at straws
The Overwhelming Specter of Your Mothers Book Club by 60sec400
Martha Blofis stared at her son in shock. âWhat do you mean,â she said slowly, âthat youâre married?â Her son fidgeted nervously. First, he ran a hand through his peppered hair, and then his eyes flickered down and away. Then he lifted them again and smiled meekly at her. âPaul,â she said, âI need you to tell me what in gods name you were thinking.â âHer name is Sally Jackson?â Paul said, his voice lifting as he werenât quite sure what the name of his wife was.
AKA Paul tells his mother he hasn't seen in four years that he's married. Really, the only thing she can think about is what she's going to tell her boook club.
crush crush crush by skyekingsleigh
Claire is new, and she's crushing on Percy hard. Only, he's "unavailable." Whatever that means.
through mortal eyes by ysavalkyrie (orphan_account)
Cassandra Fabroa was paired with Will Solace on their final project for Latin class.
She was very grateful. Not only because Cass had noticed that Will was really educated on that particular subject (he was top of that class too) but Will Solace was also hot.
Really hot.
percy jackson and the scrutiny of his coworkers by pqrker
Jim turned back to the tank and looked at Marcie the seal, who was now staring at the spot his coworker had been standing just moments before with that same strange look of reverence in her eyes.
Percy Jackson truly was the oddest person Jim Elpool had ever worked with.
or
5 times percy's coworkers were confounded by his fish magic, plus 1 time they try to figure it out
the jackson files by Ideasofmarch
Makinâ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Does anyone know who the fuck Percy Jackson is???
Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Whomst?
Makinâ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Check rachel dares insta story
Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd k
Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Okay somebody find out who this kid is right damn now.
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Rachel Elizabeth Dare posts a video of Percy on her instagram story. it all just spirals from there.
Someone to You by mrthology
Anna wasn't sure what to think of Percy Jackson, truth be told, having only met him twice. She adored her daughter in law Sally and her little granddaughter, but there was something about Percy that put her on edge. She had no idea what - he was a kind boy, eager to help with his baby sister when most teenagers would run for the hills and clearly adored his mother - but there was just something about him, something about his too-bright eyes that made her feel uneasy.
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Or, Paul's parents are taking care of Estelle for a few days. When picking her up, they meet Percy again as well as his older brother (what was his name? Tri?). At this point, Anna just wants to know what the dad looks like to have kids that look like THIS. Especially when, several days later, they meet the stepmother as well.
the kids are all hopped up and ready to go by SammiPhoenix
Annabeth was fighting for her life, for the fate of the entire world, and her soulmate was singing the duck song. âA duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man, running the stand, âhey,â bam, bam, bum, âgot any grrrrrrrrapes?ââ - - - - Annabeth doesn't try to find her soulmate, they find her.
etched on skin by unsureavenger
After Long Island is struck by ancient magic, Annabeth finds that broken sentences start to appear on her wrist; the thoughts of her soulmate. And she isn't the only one.
To Feel at Home by aMantaRay
There were a few stipulations, of course. Come up to make it look like he was breathing every once in a while, maybe appear a little wet in the water, and maybe, just maybe, let the other kids win every once in a while.
He smiled slightly at the thought, stepping out of the locker room, parka draped comfortably over his shoulders, arms not through the sleeves. Nah, today heâd win. It was the final meet before nationals and he wanted to compete.
After the war, Percy finally has a chance to feel a little bit normal.
The Baffling Transcontinental Road Trip of Percy Jackson by CassandraStarflower
âThis week on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we cover the case of Percy Jackson.â
Start Over by RainKiss
Mr. Morelli is not a nervous person by character, but the file in front of him gives the scholastic transgressions of the new kid, who has been allowed to attend Goode High schoolâthe place where he works.
Long Time No Sword-Fight? by ACrazyCooki
Annabeth decides to visit Percy at Goode Highschool. However, a video of them sparring is leaked to the entire school.
Get to Know You Better by the_seaworthy_muffin
If Paul may say so himself, he thinks heâs getting better at all this demigod business. * Or: Percy is struggling in the aftermath of the Pit, and Paul tries to help. Hilarity, Angst, and heaps of Family Feels ensue. A (Step) father-son bonding fic.
The Flood by Hazel652
A flood at Goode High causes Percy to explain the truth about his identity to Paul. Paul and Sally have an important talk.
The Boyfriend by Roselightfairy
The cliche: Annabeth's private-school friend finds out that Annabeth has a boyfriend. The twist: This mortal already knows Percy Jackson, from long ago.
Witnesses by Roselightfairy
Percy and Annabeth probably thought they were being subtle, but everyone knew about them even before they did. These are their "moments" from the perspectives of the people who just happened to be watching.
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Hi, I just finished burdens and OML đĽşđĽşđĽş
May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spiritđ whichever youâd like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but sheâs moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. Iâm new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so muchâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
burdens pt. 2
a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, iâm so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but itâs finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3
fushiguro megumi x f!reader
synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event
tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death
word count: 3k
âDo you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck awayâ.
Megumiâs bitter words were on repeat in your head â the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.
Youâve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal â honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.
Heâd completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. Youâd held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.
To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent â that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while â or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.
So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.
ây/n! hey!â Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.
You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.
âHey girl, you good?â Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.
âYeah, uh, ice cream,â You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, âIâm here for ice cream, thatâs allâ.
âYeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?â Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.
âAh, he didnât say anything to you guys, did he?â You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.
âDonât tell meâŚâ Nobaraâs face contorted, âDid he break up with you?â
You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didnât laugh, youâd start sobbing right now.
Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, âItâs okay, men suck. Hang out with us todayâ.
Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.
âThat fuckhead! I swear Iâll fuck his shit up big time, he wonât even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,â She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.
The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. Youâd told the two of them all about that day, about Megumiâs irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.
âSo, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - itâs a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures Iâve seen that man was FINE and revenge sexâ,â
âNobara,â Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, âAs much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a manâs day, I donât think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy hereâ.
You were tracing your eyes around Makiâs face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And thatâs when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.
âMaki,â your voice was urgent, âYou donât have cursed energy, you canât even see them without your glasses!â
Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, âI know?â
âSo, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?â
âYeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,â Nobara chimed in.
âThatâs not a bad idea actually,â Makiâs mouth formed an evil grin, âCould you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?â
The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.
From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didnât even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, sheâd set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.
The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a âgraduationâ gift.
Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress youâd made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. Theyâd introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumiâs face would be when he saw you.
Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event â Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.
You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Makiâs sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.
And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this â but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.
âWhatâs going on?â Megumiâs words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.
His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training â you almost looked like a different person.
âIâve been training with Maki, I-,â You spoke up to explain yourself, but you werenât even granted the opportunity.
âNo, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?â His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.
âI only did what she asked me to. Iâm not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,â Maki shrugged, âand sheâs not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?â
Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, âYouâre right, I donât care. Let me know when the event is startingâ.
He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.
âAlright, so when does this thing start?â
after the start of the event
Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Makiâs side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.
Wait here, sheâd told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?
Okay, youâd said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyotoâs studentâs were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.
You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumiâs face was haunting your thoughts. You hadnât seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.
A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch itâs way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.
âThat technique doesnât belong to anyone from Kyoto,â She shot you a look of concern and determination, âletâs go check it outâ.
You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself â thank god you got here in time to help.
Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. Heâd just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.
He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him â why did you have to get involved? Why couldnât you have just stayed away like he told you to?
He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be â but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Makiâs training could have never prepared you for.
Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.
It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.
A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest â probably Megumi, but you didnât quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.
âWeâll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!â You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.
Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and â were those tears on his face?
âI- Iâm sorry Megumi⌠I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,â Your voice was barely a croak, âwhen I saw it coming, I couldnât stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safeâ.
Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.
âYouâre so thick-headed,â he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, âI wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomachâ.
âMe too,â You hummed, but you werenât really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, âI was angry for a long time, but Iâm not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me tooâ.
You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.
âThereâs nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,â He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.
âNo, but weâre not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,â You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.
âShut upâ.
âItâs not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,â you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided â and you werenât just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies heâd witnessed throughout this life.
âAnd youâre allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of youâ.
The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You werenât his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them heâd be ready.
âYou deserve to be loved, Megumi,â You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.
Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumiâs chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you â but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.
Megumi didnât even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms â he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than heâd ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person heâd ever met â someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didnât deserve it. Heâd never forget you, not for as long as heâd live anyway.
Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later â a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you â he wouldnât forget. He wouldnât forget your words and for the first time in his life heâd let his walls down for her. Heâd allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.
And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when sheâs around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.
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Harry felt a bit creepy.Â
It wasnât as if it was on purpose! No... but she was at all of the places he went. At first he had thought it was a coincidence, but as he developed a routine for his classes, he found that they were often around each other for similar reasons. And usually? He would try and go up, introduce himself, and make a friend. The problem was... she was pretty.Â
Not like normal pretty. Pretty as in, holy fuck you make me so nervous and perhaps Iâll word vomit, pretty. He was shit at making the first move. She was in his Monday and Friday classes and sat not far from him, he noticed. And they always ended up at the Coffee Bean on Tuesday and Thursdays, sitting not too far from one another again. She got tea with a few cookies, and he got a black coffee and an orange scone. Theyâd work on their coursework and Harry would wait for her to leave and see her make it to her car before he would leave, not wanting to make it seem like he was following her. Heâs found out her name through friends stopping in to see her. It was Y/N. Gorgeous, just like her.
Funny enough, Harry wasnât the only one who had a bit of a crush. Y/N realized in the second week of classes that Harry was in fact one of the most intimidatingly cool and attractive men sheâd ever seen. College boys werenât supposed to look like that, but he was all soft in his sweaters and baggy pants. She wasnât sure how he pulled it off so well, but she could admit she was jealous.Â
Seeing him at the Coffee bean was a relief because well, he walked in after her every time. She assumed it was because he had a class that ended later or something, but it didnât go unnoticed that he was there. Usually it wasnât too busy or loud so she could glance at him from the corner of her eye as they sat at one of the big tables. She felt like it would be too weird to talk to him, he seemed so... quiet. Sheâd never heard him speak, hell, sheâd only ever locked eyes with him for milliseconds. Y/N wished she could be one of those girls that could effortlessly flirt, ask for a pencil or something, but she knew sheâd freeze up and forget her rehearsed line.Â
Today however, when Y/N arrived, Harry was already there at his usual spot. Okay, Y/N... act natural. She thought to herself, going to order her usual before walking to boldly take a seat across from him. It would have worked out fine if her tote bag didnât accidentally catch the corner of one of his books, sending things flying.Â
âShitâ sorry, Iââ Y/N swore, setting her bag on the table before bending down to get the book and a few papers and a pen. Real smooth.
Harry was slightly startled when his shit went flying, but when he saw who had knocked it over, his heart picked up. Oh, shit.Â
âOhâ itâs okay, donât worry about it.â Harryâs voice was a bit gruff from not using it much today, pushing his chair back and bending down to grab the stuff with her. âSâmy fault for putting it so close to the edge. I used to do that at home and my cat would knock it all off.âÂ
Great. Already rambling.Â
Y/N didnât register it at first, but he was british? Fuck. If she wasnât already on her knees she would dropped down anyway, biting her lip to stop any noises that could have escaped. She giggled when he said his cat used to knock things over, âmine too.â She mumbled and went to stand up, feeling a tug at her arm.Â
âAh, shit.â Harry had caught his ring in her sweater, pulling one of the threads. âDamn, Iâm so sorry.â He blushed slightly, knowing how annoying it was to have a pulled thread. His collection of sweaters was immense, thanks to his nanâ and he felt terrible. Damn his chunky things. âThey always get caught in mine too but I wear them anyways. I can replace the sweater, if you need.â Damn it. He was trying to come off as smooth... not so nervous. But he was. She was so pretty and she was up close, she smelled like peaches and vanilla and a bit of sweet mint and her hands were so soft.
âOh no, Itâs fine! itâs old anywayâ I can just cut it off or tuck it in or something.â Honestly, Y/N would figure it out. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad, it was an accident after all. She let him untangle it, holding her hand still though it seemed like he needed some help. âSmaller fingers...â She mumbled, using her nails to get the thread gently off of the ring. ââs a nice ring.â Y/N complimented, finally meeting his eyes and feeling the breath leave her lungs at the close proximity. Her lips parted naturally, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort.
She was beautiful Harry though he may get sick because wow. Wow. He had imagined holding her hand and kissing her but this exact moment he hadnât a clue on what to do. So he improvised.Â
âAre you in the 8 am psych class on Mondays?â He tilted his head. âI know Iâve seen you before.â Oh, he had seen her a lot. Especially in his dreams, day and night. It had been a bit intoxicating, really. At her nod, his grin came on his face. âSick. Sâthat what youâre gonna study for?â He didnât bring up the other class because... it would be embarrassing if she hadnât noticed him before and he knew all too much. He needed a refill of his coffee though so he grabbed his cup, gently taking her things and placing them on the table next to his. âAt least let me buy your stuff though. I feel awful about your sweater.â
âIâm actually just waiting on them to finish making mine, I was on my way to secure a spot butââ Y/N blushed, realizing the mess she had made. âCould you get it for me while youâre up there? Itâs for Y/N. I can sit here and watch your stuff.â She felt like that was a subtle way for her to tell him her name.Â
This was the most she had ever spoken to him and it had been about a month or so that sheâd been eyeing him up. She knew he was in her English literature class as well, but psych was her major. Y/N wondered if maybe he too was a psych major, maybe thatâs why they sort of had the same schedule? Regardless, she felt a bit nervous making conversation so she spent the time he was away coming up with what she was going to ask him and how she was going to keep the ball rolling. Hopefully she didnât interrupt his studying, if anything sheâd leave him alone.
âY/N?â He tested it on his tongue out loud for the first time. It tasted good. âYeah. MâHarry. Iâll be back.â He nodded, going towards the front. His heart going a mile a minute, he couldnât believe how quickly his luck had changed. He ordered an extra cake pop today, for her. she had said it didnât matter but to him, it did. Eventually he hoped he could buy her a replacement. Or... maybe she could wear his around. Wow. That would stroke his ego and his fragile heart to the core. He could already see her on his lavender fishermenâs sweater, in front of his fireplace back at home. She would be so cute. The voice calling her name snapped him out of the fantasy, Harry grabbing it and then his own shortly after before returning to the table. âHere. I got the last cake pop for you. Donât tell anyone Iâm the offender.â
âOoo youâre a dead man if they find out.â Y/N said, looking around before gently taking it from him. âThank you... thatâs sweet.â She blushed, taking a bite of it before taking a sip of her chai latte. Now that she had stuff to fiddle around with she could take a breather and not have to worry about filling space. âBut um.. did interrupt something? Donât want to distract you...â Y/N nodded over to his laptop, secretly hoping that he wasnât up to much so that she could chat to him. She just wanted to know the basics, literally anything would satisfy her craving. Harry was quite literally her wet dream, sheâd been looking all around campus for someone like him to come around. âI uh... I think Iâm also in your English lit class? I feel like I see you around often.â Y/N spoke, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. âWhatâs your major?â She felt like this conversation was light, something that would eventually lead into other things like... if he was single and looking for a girlfriend.
âOh, youâre not bugging me. Iâve kind of been staring at the screen and zoning out if mâhonest.â Harry chuckled, embarrassed a little to admit it. But everyone could relate to that, right? âAnd yeah... actually I think so.â He smiled lightly before taking a sip of his drink. Victory! She had noticed him too. He wasnât the lonely creep who stared at the first who had no idea who he was. She knew who he was, kind of. He gently drew his sweater over his hands like little paws before going to her question. âEnglish. I want to write and stuff, edit maybe. My dad has a publishing company so, Iâm lucky I like a bit of the family business.â He tried to joke, looking at her. God. It was unnerving how beautiful and also, how fucking comfortable she was to be around. What a contrast. âAnd you? What major?â He took a nibble of his scone, not wanting to make a mess.
English? Heâs a writer? Goodness. She was going to lose it.Â
âThatâs cool, any specific genre you like to write?â Y/N asked curiously because well, it would actually tell her a lot about him and the kind of person he was. âI picture some mystery or possibly poetry, could go either way.â She said and squinted her eyes as she looked at him, pretending to size him up. âI canât say Iâm all that interesting, a psych major. Just like every other artsy person who doesnât exactly want to commit to an art degree.â Y/N chuckled, âstill deciding between criminal justice or counseling but... either way Iâd be happy to get to pick someoneâs brain. She did have the habit of analyzing people but only so she could understand them better. Y/N knew that all people wanted at the core was to be understood and loved for who they are, for the most part. Harry seemed reserved, calm and relaxed, secure in himself thatâs for sure. It was extremely attractive.
âOh? Thatâs really cool though.â Harry was genuinely interested in what she had to say either way. The major didnât matter in his interest in her but it gave him information and something to talk about. If she was marketing or math he would be just as interested. âCriminal seems particularly interesting. Like that criminal minds show then? Youâll learn how they work and all of that?â He didnât really know what it meant or why she had chosen it. âBut close. I write romance novels.â He blushed fully. âDonât judge me for it. But sâeasy for me and Iâm good at it, or so Iâve been told. Iâve been writing for a while.â He felt himself loosen up as they talked. Even if she intimidated him, she was really nice and sweet. âPoetry too, lots of it. But romance is my main thing, Iâd like to do novels and that sort of stuff.â He could see she didnât think it was lame, rather interesting. Which was a major relief. He wanted to impress her, so so badly.
âSorta, yeah. Like... being able to predict a criminal's next move, psychologically.â Y/N explained and shrugged, âfeel like itâs really fun and interesting but terrifying all at once. Dunno if I could actually interview a criminal without feeling like it was going to cry.â She let out a laugh, knowing she was quite soft. Her face lit up when he said he wrote romance novels. Wow. Well, as if he wasnât a character right out of a romcom himself! She felt like thatâs what this was. A romcom. Bumping into him at a coffee shop like a scene straight from one. âReally?! So youâre a proper romantic then? Buy the last cake pop for every girl, hmm?â She gave him a bashful smile. The very last thing she was doing was judge, she was more so thinking about their wedding. Yep. Already. Daydreaming because she swore sheâd hit the jackpot. Wasnât even sure if he liked her yet, but she was hopeful. After all, sheâd turned on her charm.
âI guess I am.â Harry smirked to himself slightly at the good reception. Damn. He had been so worried and hesitant- he should have just talked to her. She wasnât... that scary. Only a little bit.Â
He let her talk a bit more about her degree and Harry went on to speak about his favorite authors, and then the conversation shifted towards their classes and how he had been struggling slightly in psychâ which led to her offering to help. Harry was shocked because honestly he hadnât expected it from her, but he was pleased. He was happy to have an excuse to hang out with her more. See more of her and be able to teach himself to relax properly around her. He felt like a damn wind up toy, giddy and excited.Â
âThat would be so helpful, if you could. And if you donât mind.â He stressed. âI have a place off campus, if youâd want to go there? Iâll buy you some pizza or something for your help.â He was a giver and if it meant getting a $20 pizza for her because he wanted good quality, then he would!
âYeah, that sounds good.â Y/N was practically jumping up and down with joy in her mind, this was a turn of events. She went from secretly crushing on him to being invited over his house in only a few hours. âI can never say no to pizza, but itâs really no problem. They say if you can teach it to someone else then you truly understand it so itâll be a good test for me. Y/N also knew that they wouldnât just study. Come on. It was a Friday night and study was practically code for hook up, especially considering he had invited her to his place and not the library. She had to prepare, had to make sure she looked cute and everything. Sheâd shower before hand too, the whole nine. âI can be there around 6?â Y/N suggested, checking her calendar app even though she already knew when she could come. She had to at least look like she wasnât jumping at the idea.
âThatâs cool. Uhâ here, if you want I can put my number in your phone and whenever you want I can text you the address?â Oh, fuck. How, how the tables have turned. He had gone from wistfully staring at her every day to having a scheduled study session with her, the girl heâd been practically having wet dreams about. Having a full conversation and then her having his number! He was giddy and playing with the sleeves of his sweater as a result of the excited nerves. âDo you have any allergies? I do have a kitten at home.â He wanted to make sure he wouldnât have to put Marie away. He loved his baby but he wanted to try something and see if she would be cool with him in a private setting. It would be less hard to talk about deeper things without people around. He took her phone from her and typed in his number, adding his name with a little đ after it. That wasnât too much, right?
âAw you do! I have one too, well... he thinks heâs a big boy.â Y/N shook her head at the thought of her sweet little Milo. Despite not doing anything she planned to do at the coffee shop, it still felt like a productive day in her eyes. Finally getting to chat with Harry felt like a breath of fresh air and he wasnât all that scary now that she got to chatting with him. She took her phone back and smiled at the cute little emoji, sending him a text to let him know it was her before hesitantly getting up. âAlright well, I gotta get back to my kitten... but, Iâll see you tomorrow.â Y/N smiled, watching him stand up as well. The two of them walked out of the coffee shop and to their cars, Y/N being bold enough to give him a hug before opening her car door. âNight!â She was surprised with herself. Y/N was proud, completely over the moon and honestly she wasnât sure how she was going to sleep tonight.
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Harry laid out on the bed that night with Marie on his chest. He had told her all about how the pretty Y/N had met him and that she would be coming over. The pretty cat was a long haired white kitty, and she purred along with Harry as he spoke. She liked hearing Harry be happy. It made him want to squeak when he heard his phone buzz and a little text from her popped upâ he saved her as âY/N đźâ because he felt like it fit. Part of him wanted to put a heart but he would be mortified if she saw and thought it was weird. She wore a yellow flower shirt one day so he figured thatâs what he could excuse it as.Â
âHey, happy to hear from you! :) I hope your kitty is doing well. I meant to ask, you arenât vegetarian are you?â
Y/N smiled at his text and attached a photo of her gray kitten laying across the top of her head while she laid down.Â
âYes, heâs quite cozy.â
âI am actually! But Iâm not too fussy.âÂ
She couldnât help it, she loved animals and she couldnât bring herself to do it anymore. Occasionally, she would indulge in a chicken nugget or seafood, but for the most part she didnât feel like she had to.Â
âIâm going to get some sleep though, Good night Harry đâ
That wasnât too much was it? It was just a heart! She sent them to everyone. Y/N stayed up for a good ten minutes just digesting the day. Tomorrow would be even better, she had a feeling.
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Harry was... well, he wasnât sure how to describe the emotion. When Niall inevitably quizzed him on why he was acting strange, the best he had come up with was a mix of nerves and giddiness, also terror and extreme happiness. He was going to hang out with the girl he had been silently crushing onâ and they had been texting quite frequently in the short time they had each otherâs numbers. Was this going to be a regular thing? Was it going to blossom into more? He knew that he had wasted time before, not talking to her. She wasnât scary! No... she was so sweet and kind and beautiful and everything she said made him a literal heart eye emoji. She had taken to sending him random photos, even so quickly in and it felt comfortable. He had even sent her a shot of Marie on the counter this morning, on top of his school notes. It was odd. The excitement he felt when he heard the bing from his phone of the vibration in his pocket... it was incredible. He liked this feeling. Damn it. This was such a new thing. He wanted to do more.Â
He saw her in class, watching as she crept in a bit after the last call should be with a sheepish smile on her face. He waved to her silently and watched her climb up, his heart beating quicker when she chose a seat closer to his than before. She wanted to sit near him? He clutched the rainbow patchwork sweater by the sleeves and fiddled with the cuffs, nerves and excitement swirling in his tummy.
If class wasnât already on, Y/N knew she would have tried to spark up some conversation with Harry, but for now all she could manage was passing him a note.Â
âI like your cardigan :)â
It was really cute. Most of Harryâs wardrobe was and in her dream world she already stole a few to wear. English literature wasnât exactly the most exciting class, but Harry seemed invested. Y/N enjoyed watching him focus and take notes while she mostly doodled some random flowers and bears in her notebook. Her mind was thinking about what she was going to wear to his house and how she definitely needed a shower before and that she had to put on the lotion that matched her perfume. Was she overthinking this? Maybe. Of course it was just a study date, but you could never be too sure where things could go. And if they didâ she wanted to be ready.
He knew that he needed to contain himself but his smile made it hard. She liked his cardigan. The random compliment had him feeling mushy and happy and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks as he clicked his pen and wrote back to her.Â
âThanks :) my nan knitted it for me. I like your little head band.âÂ
He passed it back before opening his notebook back up. Her stare could be felt and he wanted to smirk a little at it because, well, who wouldnât? She was so great, and he wanted to experience more of her but he was trying to not rush shit. He was a romance writer after all. All of it felt so in tune with his own wants and he had a hard time believing it was real. Sweet little Y/N wanted to hang out with him and she complimented his cardigan!
âAwe!! Thatâs cute and thank youuuu đĽ°âÂ
She drew him a little smiley face with hearts around it, felt like it was very on brand for her and her emotive texting. Y/N felt all giddy because she had made a new friend but she was really hoping they wouldnât just be friends.Â
Y/N knew she was hard to read because she was generally nice to everyone and honestly, Harry seemed to be the same way. She could only assume he liked her because he asked her to hang out so quickly. And heâd bought her a cake pop and was planning on buying pizza tonight. Was it a date then? Gosh, she needed to stop reading into it. Her leg kept bouncing up and down, mind trying to refocus and thankfully, their professor was discussing something she too had noticed in her reading. She still managed to steal quick glances at Harry for the rest of the class, giving him shy little smiles. It wasnât till class ended that she ended up speaking to him, but even that was quick. She needed to get home and get ready.
Harry had gotten a quick hi, and a âsee you tonight!â With her hand brushing his arm before she skipped off to.. wherever she went. And that had him nearly sprinting home. Cleaning top to bottom, vacuum, scrub, vacuum again. Changed his sheetsâ why, he wasnât sureâ put his laundry in the basket, filled up Marieâs food and water, fluffed the pillows, cleaned the windows and coffee table... he did it all. Even cleaned out the fridge! Like she would care? Harry didnât know. All he did know was that he was finally showered and smelled nice, hair fixed and the pumpkin patch candle was lit! The tv was on low because he was nervous and needed some filler noise to keep himself from overthinking.
Y/N was doing the same, not cleaning her apartment but cleaning herself. She stripped out of her clothes when she got home and immediately got into the shower, taking one of those full maintenance ones for good measure. Once she was positive she was squeaky clean and smelled nice, she jumped out to take the next steps. God, she really wanted to impress him. Heâd been her crush for a while and she needed this. She wanted to look like she didnât put in my effort when she did so she decided to put on some light makeup and chose an outfit that was more laid back. Usually, she was seen wearing sweaters and jeans, nothing too fancy, so thatâs exactly what she settled on. Y/N wanted to look warm and inviting.Â
Milo mewed beneath her feet as she collected all her study supplies, rubbing against her ankles in need of attention. âIâm sorry bubs, I know I didnât get to spend lots of time with you today but donât be too mad.â Y/N pouted, picking him up and giving him a cuddle for a few minutes. She held him up to her chest as she finished up, deciding she needed to leave now.
âLeaving now, be there in 20 â¨â
She sent, hopping into her car with nerves bubbling up in her stomach. God, she really hoped tonight went well.
ââ
When Harry heard the knock at the door he shot up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before forcing himself to be slow, walking to the door. And when he opened it, it really did feel like being hit in the gut. Seeing someone so beautiful, so up close? It got to him. He had to admit that. Y/N has this natural beauty that he drooled over. That felt like a hit. Every time he saw her he swore she got more beautiful.Â
âHi.â He spoke with a smile, opening the door up for her. âCome inside. Marie is wandering around so I have to close the door. A little escape artist, she is.â He joked, letting her scurry in and close the door behind her.
âHey! Oopâ okay!â Y/N giggled and stepped past him into his apartment. It was very cute and very tidy. Y/N felt a little flutter in her belly, it was freshly cleaned. She stepped out of her shoes before further examining the decor. The style was something she very much expected for Harry, it was cozy and artsy. Lots of earth tones and that sweet autumn smell coming from the candle made her feel that much more excited. âItâs so nice in here! I love the pillows.â Y/N complimented, liking how some were fluffy and some had funky patterns on them. It was then that she heard a meow from below, Marie sniffing at her sock covered toes. âOh hi there... sorry if you can smell Milo on me, gave me lots of snuggles before I left.â Y/N cooed down to the kitten, dropping down so she was closer to the ground and extended her hand for her to sniff and get used to.Â
Y/N realized this was very real now, especially because he had gone out of his way to make his place look nice. Most guys wouldnât care, but maybe Harry did this for everyone. When she stood back up and turned to face him, she got a whiff of him and noticed his semi damp hair. He showered too. Ohâ
Harry smiled at her and Marie, happy his kitten seemed to like her. Usually she would sniff his friends and run off but she began to weave over her legs and beg for pets. He was in awe. Christ. She had him by the balls already.Â
âDo you want anything to drink? Iâve got diet soda... apple juice, lots of teas. And water.â He hummed, going into the kitchen with her behind him. It was an open concept though, the kitchen the first thing near the door and it opened into a large living area, the hall down going to the master bedroom. It was simple but perfect for him in college. He gave her a moment to think it over as he looked at her. So cozy and... cuddly. He wanted to slide his hands under her sweater and feel her warm skin and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, let her fingers play through his hair.
âApple juice sounds good.â Y/N smiled, having picked up Marie at this point to carry her into the kitchen with them. She had a feeling sheâd get along just great with Milo if they ever got to meet. âYouâre a sweet little thing, arenât you?â Y/N cooed at the kitten, seeing her comfortably settled against her. âDoes your Daddy spoil you with snuggles too?â She asked toying with her little paw before looking up at Harry with a smile. He had fumbled a bit with the lid of the juice at her words which made her giggle, âHow are you? How was your day today?â Y/N was genuinely curious, deciding to make some small talk before actually sitting down. In her head she could already imagine the two of them hanging out here constantly, tangled up in one another, kissing and laughing and doing all the cute things that Harry likely wrote about in his stories.
âIâmâ im good.â Harryâs mouth was dry. He knew that she hadnât meant anything by it, but he heard her say âdaddyâ in reference to him, and his stupid cock had jumped, tummy felt hot. Damn it. He wished he wasnât so deprived but... she had been at the forefront of his mind. âIt was a good day. I was happy to talk to you. Youâre fun to talk to.â He meant it too. She was so interesting and funny and he was completely whipped and okay with it. Damn. He wished he had maybe a bit more restraint with his imagination but he didnât. Not at all. âI have a harder time meeting people... i can be a little shy sometimes. Iâm in my own head a lot you know? I have my core group of friends but... itâs hard to get to know people. I want to know them.â Her. That translates to her.
âYeah?â Y/N felt her heart jump. He was happy to speak with her even just a little bit? He wanted to talk to her and get to know her? It wasnât just a one sided thing. They were both making an effort in their own way and she was thinking someone had to break the tension. âIâm happy you think so.â Y/N blushed, âI um... I also like talking to you.â She had her little friend group as well but she never thought sheâd actually end up being friends with Harry. Listening to him explain how reserved he was definitely made her feel special though. He chose to open up to her, she was special enough for that and that made her cheeks grow warm once again. âIâll tell you just about anything you want to know.â Y/N smiled, hesitantly placing Marie down before taking a few steps closer to him to get her glass of apple juice.
âOoooh, a little daunting. Anything? Your social security number?â Harry was joking. Trying to clear the air and make her relax because she was a bit shy too and he wanted her to be comfortable here. This place should be a good spot for her. He motioned for her to come sit on the couch with him, Marie trailing after Y/N. Little traitor had a new favorite already but... he couldnât say he could blame her. âI dunno... itâs hard sometimes, in this age to make genuine friendships. Feels like everyoneâs already got their friend groups and you donât want to infringe upon them yeah? And... I write a lot. Iâm not a partier. Not to sound cliche but again.... Iâm a writer.â He chuckled.
âI said just about!â Y/N chuckled, shaking her head to herself at his joke. She felt like she was an open book, she was pretty open with the things she liked and generally she aimed to spread positivity and love where she could. Her hobbies included lots of things, music, knitting, reading, gardening. That kind of stuff. âBut yeah, I get that... Iâve been pretty content with my group of friends, though I think most people are open to making new ones. At least I am... I am a bit shy though.â Y/N took a sip of her apple juice before setting it down on the coffee table again. âYeah, you said. Romance novels.â She smiled and leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. âWhat sorts of romance novels?â What? Could you blame her for wanting to know what sort of content was in them? Maybe it could give her some insight on what he wanted.
âOooooh. Hard hitting stuff.â Harry huffed out playfully. âIâm... itâs a variety, I think. Iâve done supernatural, classic tropes, historical romance was very fun. I am partial to enemies to lovers or forbidden romances though. Theyâre the most fun to write.â Y/N genuinely looked like she cared so he continued. âIâve been trying out different stuff but....â he blushed again. âIâm... looking at erotica right now.â It wasnât something he usually would blurt out but hey, she seemed trustworthy. Plus she didnât seem like she would judge either. It was a new favorite of his. The rawness of it and writing sex scenes... it was amazing. Reading it, writing it, he thought he could do some on the side and sell it under a pen name. It would be a fun thing to try.
Erotica. This man sat down and wrote detailed sex scenes, likely kinky, for fun? Thankfully she didnât have any juice in her mouth because it surely would have been spat out.Â
âH-how are you finding it?â She asked, reaching for her apple juice because she felt like she couldnât sit still now. How else was she supposed to go about things when all she could think about was sex. Sex with him specifically. Y/N wasnât blind, she knew that Harry was very attractive and very much gifted with beautiful hands. She could only assume he would have a wonderful cock as well. She knew there was no way someone so quite couldnât have the filthiest of minds, she knew hers was. Her fantasies were where she roamed free. Â
âI mean... I do like it a lot, actually. I hope that doesnât come across as creepy or pervy but I like to be able to write something like that. Itâs freeing, in a sense.â Harry couldnât really properly describe why but, he was a kinky dude. Youâd never think it. He was soft and wore sweaters a lot and drank tea at home from a kitty mug but he was.... a kinky fucker. And he loved sex. There was just something about it. He wanted to try more and more of it but he had a tendency to get attached to his partners, even hook ups... so he had put that on a hault.Â
âIâd like to read some...â Y/N felt like at some point, sheâd want to read his writing. If he felt comfortable now she didnât mind. It was just writing, wasnât it?Â
âYou want to?â She looked at him with bright eyes and her a fast nod so Harry decided to say, fuck it. If they were going to work as friends... or lovers, which is what Harry really wanted... she would need to accept this side. He grabbed his laptop and boosted it on, letting himself grab the latest completed scene. âHere. You can read this, i'll order the pizza.â There were obvious nerves in his belly from letting her read filthy smut from his computer but Y/N... she was different. He couldnât put his finger on why, but she was.
They were meant to be studying.Â
That was long forgotten though as Y/N nodded and got comfortable on the couch with his laptop sat in her lap. It felt a bit taboo, but she figured she could separate the writer from the story.Â
The scene was from a male characterâs perspective, describing him having a long and hard day at work where all he could think about was his partner. Y/N felt her face get progressively warmer as the character spoke about his partner, she couldnât help but imagine this was how Harry was when he was horny and needy.Â
Y/N knew that if she was his, she would certainly brighten up his mood after a tough day at work. Seeing her own name in the document however proved that Harry thought the same. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head, her eyes lifting from the screen to look up at him as he ordered the pizza completely unaware of her discovery.Â
This is what he imagined? This is what he wanted to do.... with her?
Harry ordered two cheese pizzas and some cinnamon dessert thing because there was a a special going on. He had thought about getting more but he didnât want to go overboard with it, so he finished the order. Thank god for online ordering.
âOkay... itâll be here in 25 minutes I think.â He hummed, looking up and freezing slightly. She looked blushy and her eyes wide as she read the post and he wondered why she looked a bit startled. âHey... yâalright love?â He asked quietly. God damn it. Had he freaked her out too much? Was it just too much in general for the first time they properly hung out? He couldnât remember exactly what scene he had pulled up. Just that it was recent, a billionaire type of thing.
Y/N casually moved the laptop on to the coffee table without answering his question. She didnât think twice before she climbed on to his lap, hands settling on his shoulders. Sure, it was a risky move, but after what sheâd read? She felt like she had to make her move. She wanted to be just as hot and sexy as he had imagined her to be. Harryâs shocked expression made her smile, hand going up to cup his cheek.Â
âYou left my name in the document...â Y/Nâs voice spoke low and slow, thumb brushing over his now parted lips. Never did she think she could be so bold so soon, but fuck did it feel good. She felt so powerful, so sexy, and so so horny. âThought about me riding your cock so much you wrote about it?â Y/N whispered, leaning in to kiss the skin just below his ear before nibbling at the skin. âNoticed me before we properly met... thought about me... is this what you wanted, baby?â
Harry blanked.Â
Oh. fuck.
He hadnât expected her to climb into his lap. Climbing on and straddling him, cupping his cheek, talking in that hot little voice that had his cock filling a bit. Holy fucking shit.Â
âOhââ He was cut off by her thumb over her lip. She was into it, into him. How had this happened? He had to be dreaming. But... no. Her heat was too real to be a dream. Her eyes too clear and dark, her smell too real. It was real. âY-yeah...â He whispered, gasping when she kissed his skin, hand grabbing her waist. Oh, hell. Under his pants, his cock was quickly hardening. You couldnât blame him, his dream woman, his crush, was straddling his lap and kissing his neck. Talking like this.Â
âThought about it âlots.â He muttered. She was so bold for this and that was something he found so sexy. When her teeth scraped his skin and bit down a bit harder, a dark groan left his mouth, hand on her waist tightening. âHoly shit... Y/N.â
âHmm... feels good?â Y/N questioned, licking over the spot that she bit before moving to a new one. âThink I can make you cum in 25 minutes?â Y/N felt like she could take on the challenge, his cock was already hardening beneath her and she was a bit of foreplay away from being completely soaked. âWanna try all of it, yeah?â Y/N muttered, nipping at the spot just where his jawline met his neck. âRiding your cock.... you bending me over, can choke me too. Please do...â She moaned at the thought, her hormones completely taking over. He still seemed to be frozen, despite his hand now on her waist so she moved her hips forward a little bit and tugged at his hair. âWanna make you feel good.âÂ
Y/N had a kink for giving but it seemed Harry did as well. She expected a needy hook up, rough touches, quickness, pure lust. Itâs exactly what she needed. Itâs been a while since sheâd hooked up with anyone and she was desperate for Harry to break her dry spell.
âAh, shit.â Harry hissed. The tug at his hair sent a shock of hot arousal down his spine. That got him going so quickly. She wanted to fuck? Right now? He would be a fool to say no, and he wasnât raised a fool. âYeah? Yâwant to ride my cock?â He asked lowly. âFucks sake... I didnât know you were so dirty.â He never would have guessed it from her either but... they were here. And he was snapped out of his shock by the tug, and now he was ready to do whatever the fuck she let him. âWhat did yâwant the most, love? Tell me.â He had taken into account that she wanted to be choked, raising a hand to gently cuff her throat, bringing her close to his face. The confidence was soaring now, and all because she was leaking it. She wanted it, desperately. âI said, tell me.â He gave a quick squeeze to her throat. âWant to know what you need.â
âNeed your cock, daddy.â Y/N moaned out, eyes blown and glazed over with desire. Y/N could feel the tension in her bones, cunt throbbing and aching to be touched. âNeed you so bad, pleaseâ wanted you for so long, please make me cum, please!â She pleaded, fully giving into the fantasy. Y/N was never one to hold back and from what she had read, he certainly didnât want her to. Her body felt like it was on fire, hands grabbing fist fulls of his sweater in hopes that heâd just take it off. Y/N wasnât sure what type of body would be beneath it, but she didnât care. She just wanted to feel his warm skin, lick and kiss all that she could while she worked her magic. Y/N waited for his directions, falling into the submissive role easily despite her initial approach. âIâm gonna fuck you so hard youâre gonna have to re-write that scene.â
Harry was going to give this girl any fucking thing she wanted. He let her guide his sweater off, the cool air hitting his skin not even getting a chance because her hands and mouth were all over him. It was like she had fallen into a heat, and Harry.... he loved it. He placed his hands under her sweater, feeling her hands smooth over his chest as she kissed at his neck and over his jaw. Her skin was hot under the sweater, his hands gripping her waist and smoothing over her hips, going up and sip to her ribs where he realizedâ fuck.Â
âNot wearing a fucking bra?â He hissed. âJesus... youâre a little minx, arenât you? Off with this.â He spoke lowly, grabbing the ends of it but barely had a shot before Y/N ripped it off of her body. Fucks sake. She was sexier than he had ever imagined. âMy god... youâre so sexy, baby.â He whispered, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Kissing the hot skin between them, working his way up with the wet, open mouthed kisses to her throat.
âOh Daddy...â Y/Nâs body shuddered at the feeling of his mouth on her, head falling back as she let out a happy sigh. He seemed to like her hand in his hair so she happily gripped at his locks as he scattered kisses over her skin. âCome âere...â She whined, guiding him up to her lips. âWanna taste your mouth.â Making eye contact with him in this moment felt intimate. All those quick glances in classes and at the coffee shop, all the day dreaming, it all built up to this moment where she fully felt she could let herself let go. The both of them wanted this, it was so reassuring, this was a safe space and they could do whatever they wanted. Y/Nâs body rolled forward, pushing him further back onto the couch and angling her hips so she could tease the both of them before she let herself have it. Fuck was he hard... and full. Another moan left her lips, sounding more like a plea and cry for more.
âFuck me... youâre needy. I love it.â Harry hissed, pulling her mouth to his. It wasnât soft. No, this kiss... it was hot. Heavy. Her mouth opened and immediately he dragged his tongue inside, meeting hers. She tasted like the apple juice and a bit of mint, and he could groan just from how good it was. Sweet little Y/N wasnât too innocent at all. âFuckâ keep teasing me like that. Sâlike you want to end up crying.â He had a feeling now that she did. She wanted his cock inside of her pussy, thrusting in and out and letting herself soak him. Yeah... he wanted it too. âKeep calling me daddy. Youâre so dirty. Who would have fucking... known.â He spoke between the kisses, hands going for her jeans. He wanted them off, like hours ago. He was finally going to get her. âMâgonna lay you out in my bed after... first mâgonna fuck you, but Mâgonna clean out your cunt with my tongue. And then Mâgonna take you again. Yeah?â She has come for studying but was staying for hot sex and he hoped to turn it into a nice marathon. He had all weekend and he was hoping she wouldnât have to go. He had too many idea for her. âGonna let daddy lick it up?â
âFuckâ yes, gonna let daddy have his way with me...â She kept her hips rolling against his slowly, keeping the rhythm in check with the passionate kiss they were sharing. Y/N already knew this was going to be the best sex of her life, the kiss alone let her know that. His tongue would work wonders on her cunt and sheâd be more than happy to return the favor. Hesitantly, Y/N began to stand to get her jeans off, one of her hands staying put on the back of his neck so the kiss didnât break. She let him fiddle with the zipper, feeling his fingers hook both her jeans and underwear before yanking them down to which Y/N let out a little squeal.Â
Y/N knew she had to pull away from the kiss for air but she didnât want to, waiting till the very last minute until she couldnât anymore and went to get his jeans off.
âCome on. Be good.â He murmured against her lips, brushing his hips up so she could get his pants off. She tugged and easily they came down, Harry kicking them off as he pulled her back in his lap. His hands gripped her bare ass and groaned when she pushed into them, not thinking twice before pulling his hand back and smacking it the sound rang in the room and she let out the most sexy noise against his mouth, making him hiss. Fuck. He wanted her so fucking badly. This girl... she was everything. One hand went to feel and fuck. Fuck shit, motherfuck, it was wet. She was so, wet. âJesusâ youâre so wet. Babyâ holy shit, youâre soaked.â He whispered. âSâcause of me? You wanted daddyâs cock this bad?â He pulled his fingers off slightly, the arousal still stringing to his fingers. He placed them at her mouth and pushed them in. âThatâs it. Clean them up, sweet girl. Youâre so filthy, yâknow that? Precious little thing. So slick and hot, want cock so fucking bad donât you?â He cooed, feeling her suck on the digits. âNow.... rub it against your pussy. Donât put it in yet. get it wet.â
Y/N sucked at his fingers as if it were her job, making sure to treat it like she would his cock which included eye contact. She loved looking at him, seeing his hungry expression and his eyes that seemed to say so much more than he did. Even the feeling of her cunt sliding over his cock sent tingles up her spine. It had never affected her this much with other guys, but she assumed it was different with Harry because she had wanted him for so long. Y/N let out a whimper, feeling a gush of wetness accumulate when he pushed his fingers in farther. Harry was hot in ways she couldnât explain, there were little things he did that just hit the spot and made her want to fuck him even harder. Y/N was practically bouncing on his cock, aching for him to let her have it inside.
âYouâre such a good girl. Listening so fucking well.â Harry took his fingers from her mouth, smirking at the whine and slight chasing of his fingers when he placed it on her breast. She gave it all to him and honestly, he was ready to just... lose it. âGo ahead. Take what you want.â It was not even a moment later that he felt her begin to sink down. She was tightâ so damn tight, and he choked slightly at just how good the squeeze was. He let out a hiss, head thrown back in the couch as the slick, hit cunt sucked over him, squeezing hard as she stretched open slowly. âHoly fuck.â He growled, gripping both hips now and looking at her with a darkness in his eyes. âYouâre so bloody tightâ Christ, youâre squeezinâ me so good.â He whispered.
âDaddy!â She whimpered as she slid farther down on his cock until she couldnât fit anymore of him in. âIâm so fullâ feels so good.â Her eyes rolled back a bit as she began to bounce at a slowed rhythm. Small moans and little huffs came from her throat with every stroke of her hips, it wasnât until she felt warmed up that she actually went for it. Y/N shifted so that she had better balance, keeping her hands on his shoulders before dropping back down on his cock. âFuck!â She squeaked, making sure to clench one her way back up before repeating the action at a quicker pace. It felt incredible. He was touching every little part of her, feeling small waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. âDaddy! Fuckâ feels so good ahhh!â Her moans were pornographic, whiny, desperate and needy. She didnât even know she could sound like that, but apparently it was possible when she was as thirsty for cock as she was.
Never would he have guessed that this would be the outcome of their hang out. He had hoped, sure. Dreamed? Absolutely. But the reality was so much better. He had the hot, wet and extremely tight pussy gliding up and down his cock. She was moaning, tits bouncing in his face, and she was vocal. More than he could have asked for. The infatuation he had with her was only growing.Â
âFuck, youâre a good girl. Such a perfect little cunt. Like bouncing on my cock, hm? Knew youâd be the perfect girl for me. Keep going.â His hand squeezed her ass, encouraging her to work herself on him. âFeels so full, yeah? Such a big cock filling such a little pussy. A nice stretch for you hm? So eager to be filled up...â her face was of pure bliss and Harry couldnât help but take a mental photo. He hoped this could happen more than this once. âKnew youâd be good for me. Throwinâ yourself in my lap and begging to be fucked. Never guessed youâd be such a little slut, but I love it.â He took his hand, bringing it down sharply on her ass.
âFuck!â Y/N gasped, her own hand moving to cuff his neck. It wasnât as effective as him doing it to her, but it got the point across. The both of them grabbing at each other roughly, him thrusting up into her each time she slammed down. It could only be described as pure ecstasy, surely the hottest sex she had ever had. She needed him, she needed him to cum. Y/N couldnât stop herself from leaning down to kiss his mouth again, making a mess of the two of them. âYouâre so fucking goodâ love your cock, daddy... fucking love it!â She moaned between kisses, increasing her pace just enough so she could fuck him hard and steady. âI want you to cum for me daddy, wanna feel it nice and deep.â Thank fuck for IUDs. âWant you to fill me up while I cum all over your cock, can you do that for me? Can you cum with me?â
He was panting, lowering himself so he could properly thrust into her sopping cunt. He hadnât gotten any in so long but this blew any and everyone out of the water. No one could ever understand how good this was. All the pining and imagining had come to an even better conclusion.Â
âIâll do it... but you... gotta promise me.â He growled, giving a particularly sharp thrust inside of her, making her wail. âPromise me I can do it again. Let me have this pussy more.â He didnât want it to end if it was the only time he could get it. It was too good to let go of. Drooling all over his cock and her soft whimpers and dirty words had him more worked up than anything else. âPromise, baby, and Iâll let you have my cum.â
âPromiseâ I promiseâ fuck!â She felt her breath get caught in her throat at the particularly hard thrusts Harry was giving her. âPlease Daddy, please give it to me.â Y/N whimpered, moving her hands so they cupped his cheeks, keeping eye contact with him as they continued to relentlessly thrust into each other. There was nothing more satisfying, nothing that managed to hit every part of her both physically and spiritually and made her feel so alive. When youâve wanted something for so long it makes getting it that much better and she knew that sheâd always be chasing this high that only he could give her. âIâm so close, fuck, daddyââ She mumbled between kisses, squeezing around him and continuing at her pace to bring herself to the perfect high. âCum with me daddy, pleaseâ ah!â
Harry would work on his stamina next round. But after the whole thing, he was close to losing his mind. She was giving him the most tempting offer and he wasnât going to give it up.Â
âOhâ fuck me.â He thrusted in again and again before he let himself go. Feeling her clench up around him and sob against his mouth, he let out a deep growl as he buried himself deep. Hot cum shooting inside of her cunt, rocking his hips in to get it all in there. There was no doubt that this was some of the most intense sex of his life but he was almost ready to go again, as soon as it ended. Holding her shivering form, her orgasm was tapering, he could feel her clenching still. âThatâs it. Take all of it inside of you. Good girl.â
Y/N gripped Harryâs shoulders, loud screams of pleasure coming straight from her throat. There were no words to describe the high, she almost felt out of her own body as he showered her with praise. With her body shaking and face contorting with a silent scream, she found it in her to come back down letting out a pathetic whimper.
âDaddyââ She swallowed thickly, mouth finding his messily, pressing kisses to his lips and his face. The two of them were both lightly covered in sweat, breathing heavily and enjoying each otherâs company. Y/N was far too blissed out to think about what just happened, but blissed out enough to know there would be many more rounds of this tonight. Y/N smiled as she nuzzled against his neck, still sponging kissing to his dampened skin. âBetter?â She mumbled, smirking against his skin a bit.
âMm.â He hummed, hands holding her hips still. Holy hell. This was the beginning of an amazing weekend- because he didnât plan on letting her out at all, if he could help itâ he wanted her to stay, to let him indulge in her. âSo fucking good.â He muttered lowly, rubbing his hand up her back and smoothing over her skin. Fucks sake. This was paradise. Nothing could pop him out of this.Â
At least, that was until the doorbell rang.Â
âAh, fuck. The pizza.â
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If the World is Ending, I Want to Fuck You First
Summary: You need to do one last thing during the zombie apocalypse.
Pairing: Kyle Orfman (MGG character in Life After Beth) x Fem!Reader
MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)
Content/Warnings: swearing, smut, blowjob, praise kink, sub!kyle, gun violence (used against zombies), vaginal sex, choking, fluffy ending (let me know if i missed anything)
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: okay i know this is a lesser famous mgg character but i beg of you to give this fic a try because i think itâs my best smut yet and i love the ending. you donât need to have watched the movie to understand (i give a few visuals).
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âOpen the goddamn door, Jacob,â you pounded on your exâs door, âI want my shit back.â
A car with sirens pulled up in the driveway. Great, you thought, the cops. But when you turned around, it was just an old tan sedan with âBriarwood Securityâ written on it.
You turned back around, âJacob, I know youâre fucking home, you cheating son of a bitch.
âWhat seems to be the problem here?â a tall, lean man with a slicked back undercut dressed in a beige security uniform approached the front door.
âMy cheating ex wonât give me my stuff back,â you continued to pound at the door, âI have a laptop in there!â
He sighed and spoke quietly, âThis is technically still trespassing because he didnât necessarily steal it but let me see what I can do.â
âJacob Peterson,â he knocked on the door, âThis is Briarwood Security. I need you to open the door or I have the clearance to break it down.â
He whispered to you, âI actually donât,â and you giggled.
Jacob swung open the door with your bag of stuff.
âTake your crap and go,â he shoved the bag into your arms.
âGladly, asshole,â you checked to make sure everything was in there.
You nodded to the security guard and Jacob slammed the door once again.
âDo you need a ride home?â he asked, noticing your lack of a car.
âI live like a mile away so I just walked here but yeah, if you donât mind, that would be great,â you accepted.
He opened the trunk for you to put your bag of belongings inside.
âKyle,â you hummed, looking at his little name tag.
âAnd you are?â
âY/N,â you stuck out your hand for him to shake and he accepted it.
âKyle, I have a proposition for you,â you said as you entered the passenger side of the car.
âOkayâŚâ he looked at you.
âLet me suck your dick.â
Kyle stared straight at you for a minute, not moving.
âHello?â you asked, waving your hand in front of his face.
âSorry, what did you say?â he snapped out of his daze.
âLet me suck your dick,â you repeated, âI donât want his,â you pointed to Jacobâs door, âto be the last dick I sucked and I want him to see your car still parked out here, knowing exactly what we are doing. Plus, you get an orgasm out of it.â
âIâm on the job,â he tried to resist.
âIf you really donât want to, thatâs okay. Iâm not trying to pressure you. I just think this could be a mutually beneficial agreement.â
Kyle nodded, putting the car in reverse and starting to back out of the driveway. He made it about halfway before he braked and put the car back in park.
âYeah?â you asked.
âPlease,â he begged.
You looked down and as your eyes adjusted to the evening darkness, you could see the obvious bulge strain in his khakis.
You leaned over the center console, untucking his uniform and unbuckling his belt. You slowly unzipped his fly to tease him as he squirmed underneath you.
âPatience, my sweet boyâ you hummed and your warm breath fanned out across his dick.
His needy whines were beautiful. You sat back up and removed your shirt, leaving you in just a lacy bralette.
âPlease,â he pleaded again.
âBecause you asked so nicely,â you leaned back down and licked a long strip up from the base of his dick to the tip, swirling your tongue at the top.
âFuck,â he groaned, his hands moving to your hair.
âHands off,â you ordered and he whined but complied.
You took him in inch by inch. He was certainly the biggest youâve ever been with. You gagged when he bottomed out in your throat.
You could feel him using all his self-control to restrain his hands to his side.
You bobbed your head up and down, taking up a quick pace. His melodic groans filled the car.
âIâm gonna-â he panted, âCan I please cum?â
âYes, youâve been such a good boy for me, baby. Let go. You can touch me now,â you spoke.
His hands moved to your hair just as his hips bucked up, shooting his load into your mouth. You accepted it all with a moan and swallowed.
You took a few more gentle sucks before releasing him from your mouth. As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Kyle stared at you adoringly.
âUmmm, thank you? Iâm not really sure what to say,â he finally spoke.
âJust drive,â you laughed.
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You woke up to a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. You reached for your cell but it was dead even though it was plugged in. The power must have gone out. You grabbed your emergency battery-powered flashlight from underneath your bed and your bottle of pepper spray.
You quietly snuck down the stairs but when you turned the corner, you came face-to-face with your old kindergarten teacher who died a couple of years ago. She was definitely dead but still walking somehow. You screamed as she tried to grab you as you ran for the door.
You burst out of the door to see the street crawling with zombies of dead people you used to know. You ran towards the direction of the police station. You got about a half a mile until the deceased retired high school football coach tackled you to the ground.
You fought and kicked and screamed, trying to avoid him biting you. You thought it was over until you heard the sound of a gunshot and the zombie limply collapsed on top of you. You pushed it off with a yelp.
A hand reached down to help you up, you looked up to see Kyle standing there in a slightly bloody orange jumpsuit.
âAre you okay?â he asked.
You nodded slowly.
âWe should get off the street but Iâve cleared this whole neighborhood so we should be okay,â he grabbed your hand.
You looked down at your interlocked hands, âI donât know if itâs just the adrenaline talking but if the world is ending, I want to fuck you first.â
Kyle smiled softly, âIt would be a hell of a last memory but I wonât let anything happen to you.â
He pulled you towards his house and jumped the fence to his backyard.
âI donât think zombies can climb,â he said, looking up at his childhood treehouse.
âThis is a first,â you laughed softly as you headed up the ladder with Kyle right behind you.
âI can feel your eyes staring at my ass,â you said as you climbed the ladder.
âItâs right in front of me! Where do you want me to look?â he defended himself.
âDidnât say it was a bad thing,â you smirked.
Immediately upon crawling into the treehouse, your lips were on his.
âHow do you want it, baby?â you whispered into his ear.
âRide me, please,â he whined.
You put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the wooden floor. You unzipped his jumpsuit hastily, ripping your shirt and shorts off in the process.
You released his dick from the confines of his tight black boxers and stroked it a couple of times.
âYou ready?â you asked as you lined yourself up above him.
âYes,â he nodded enthusiastically.
You sank down on his dick, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. Kyleâs head fell back in pure pleasure.
You wrapped a tentative hand around his neck, only applying more pressure when his moans increased in volume.
His hips were bucking up to meet yours at a ferocious pace.
âAh fuck! I think I just got a splinter in my ass,â he yelped.
âShhh baby, you can take it. Youâre fucking me so good, my sweet boy,â you continued to ride him and guided his hands up to your boobs.
Kyle groaned at the praise, âIâm close-God, Iâm so close.â
âGive me a few more seconds. I know you can, baby,â you frantically rubbed your clit in order to finish with him.
âOkay, fill me up like a good boy,â you whispered into his ear.
Kyleâs hands grappled at your hips as he bucked up into you one last time. As you both came down from your highs, you collapsed on top of him.
The two of you just laid like that for a while. Catching your breath while soaking up the skin-to-skin contact.
âYou know I was going to go back to your apartment and ask you on a date? You knowâŚbefore the whole world went to shit. Besides giving me the best blowjob of my life, you just seemed like a really cool, beautiful girl,â Kyle admitted.
âToo bad you didnât get the chance, I would have said yes.â
âCan I leave you here for just a second?â he asked quietly.
You hugged him closer, âI would prefer it if you didnât.â
âWell, I would prefer it if you stayed up here where I know itâs safe. I need to get supplies and Iâm armed,â he reasoned with you.
âPromise youâll come back,â you had tears in your eyes.
âI promise,â he held out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it, both of you kissing your fists.
You and Kyle got redressed and you watched him climb down the ladder and head into his house with his gun fully loaded. And then, you waited. You counted the seconds. You were at 381 when he finally returned.
âThank god,â you let out a sigh of relief.
He started to unpack the bag he brought with him. He pulled out a blanket and set it on the floor for you both to sit on. Then, pillows. Next, he pulled out leftover cold pizza.
âAh, gourmet,â you jokingly smiled.
He pulled out red solo cups and placed one in between you both, putting in a rose he plucked from his momâs rose bush.
Finally, he pulled a very expensive bottle of whiskey from the bag and filled your cups.
âMy dad was saving this for a special occasion, I think zombies coming back from the dead and the world ending qualifies,â he grinned.
The world didnât end. In fact, you were just starting your new life with your future husband.
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Fandom : Crossover Hawaii Five-0 x Chicago PD TV Word count : 5,610 words Pairing : Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams; Jay Halstead x reader
Summary :Â You met Williams-McGarrett family in Los Angeles and they introduced you to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Your boyfriend, Jay Halstead, doesn't know anything about this. Yet.
Author's note :
This is the fourth one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary.
This happened after I listened to a few podcasts (1 đ  2 đ 3) of Scott Caan and Alex O'Loughlin, passionately talking about Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.Â
This fic does not comply to the canon of Hawaii Five-0 or Chicago PD. So if you don't follow one of the other, it should not be a hindrance, I think. Here's hoping that I'm right.
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"Would you like another cup of coffee?
You look up from the book in your hand to the waiter addressing you.
"Oh, I would love to. But it's already my fourth cup of the day," You grimace at him. "Maybe I'll take a bottle of water, please? Cold, if you have one."
The waiter grins at you, "Sure thing," then leave with your empty cup of coffee.
You are supposed to meet your friend, Tim, at his house on The Bird Streets to work on a song. However, he got a sudden appointment and asked you to wait for his call to reschedule. So here you are, sitting at a Cafe/Bistro somewhere in Los Angeles, drinking too much coffee.
You check your watch and your phone. It's almost lunchtime, but your phone is still showing nothing. Alright then, you thought to yourself, back to the book. Your eyes immediately find the last paragraph you read on Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.
Five pages later, the waiter puts a bottle of water on your table, "Here it is. You sure you don't want another cup of coffee?" He jokes with you.
You laugh in response, "No, really, thank you."
The waiter leaves with a smile and turns to the table across from yours. That's when you notice somebody's sitting there.
"Good afternoon. Only for two?" The waiter lays two menu cards on the table.
"Four. My husband and daughter are parking the car." The man answers him with a smile. He has a little boy sitting next to him. His son, you guess, since both of them have blond hair. Their noses look similar too.
"Danno, can I have ice cream for lunch?" The boy begs his father, pointing at one of the delightful pictures on the card.
"Hmm, maybe." The father hums his reply. He exchanges a knowing glance with the waiter.
"Do you want anything to drink while you're waiting?"
"Soda!" The boy yells from his chair, who laughs at his father's glare.
"How about two glasses of orange juice?" The father checks to his son before confirming it with the waitress.
"Okay, be right back with your drinks."
After the waiter leaves, the boy begins to prattle about everything to his father. About giraffes at the zoo ("They are so tall like Dad!"), about his favorite ice cream flavors ("Cookie Dough. But I like Kame's shave ice better, Danno"), about swimming at Venice Beach ("There's a lot of people there, Danno. I like our beach more")
The boy doesn't even look like he needs to breathe. You can't help but let out a chuckle. His father looks up at you and shares a grin. "That's great, Charlie," He comments to his son.
You let their conversation become a white noise while you read your book.
At your periphery, you see someone passes by. However, you don't expect a hand to suddenly sneak your phone from the table. Your hand instantly grabs that wrist, trying to stop it from stealing your phone. But the thief forcefully pulls his hand out of your reach and moves away.
Unfortunately for the thief, he runs straight to the father at your neighboring table. The man has no problem flipping the thief over and pushes him to their table. When the thief squirms away from his clutch, the man lifts the thief's elbow high up and turns it behind his back in a very painful lock. The unpleasant sound coming out of the thief's mouth proves how excruciating it is.
The man's eyes wander. Many shocked faces are staring at him, including yours. "It's okay, I'm a cop," He explains.
In contrast to the crowd, the boy looks at his father in awe, gleefully clapping his hands.
"Charlie, why are you clapping? You're not supposed to clap at this. Oh my god, you are just like your father! Happy to see any aggression," The man rants as he takes out a cable tie from his trousers' pocket. You don't even know why he got cable ties in his pocket. He efficiently ties the perp's hands behind his back and forces him to sit.
Only then, the man addresses the crowd again, "Has anyone called 9-1-1?"
"I did. The police are on the way," One of the cafe's staff squeaks from the door, with a phone still in her hand.
"Excellent! Did you hear that? Your ride would be here soon," The man tightly squeezes the thief's shoulders. The thief could only reply with an agonized grunt.
Everybody else resumes their activities with a sporadic look to their table.
The boy picks up the stolen phone from the floor. It fell near his foot during the short scuffle. "Danno," He hands your phone over to his father.
"Ah, thanks, Charlie," The man ruffles the kid's hair and kisses the top of his head.
"I believe this is yours?" The man returns the phone to you. "Hope it's still working?" He cringes at the spiderweb marks on the phone screen.
"Thanks. Probably not. But it's alright." You smile at the man and offer to shake his hand, "Y/N Y/LN, thanks again for helping me,"
The man takes your hand, "Hey, no big deal. Danny Williams. And this is my son, Charlie," Danny brings Charlie in front of him. You extend your hand to Charlie as well.
All of a sudden, you hear voices yelling from behind you. "Danno! Charlie!"
You look back to see a tall, dark, imposing man and a beautiful teenage girl rushing in your direction. Charlie shouts back at them, "Daddy! Gracie!"
So you guess they must be Danny's husband and daughter.
This new man drops down to Charlie's level and checks on him, trying to see if he's injured. "Are you okay? Charlie?"
"Dad! Dad! Danno was soooo cool! He pushing and then flipping and then that man went aaargh!" Charlie re-tells the scene to his father, holding his elbow behind his back to show him.
Couldn't really understand his son's story, the man asks his husband to elaborate, "Danny, what's happening here? Why are you arresting this man?"
"I'm not arresting anybody, Steve. We don't have jurisdiction to make an arrest, you know? Since we are in LA, not Hawaii? I'm just holding this man until LAPD shows up," Danny clarifies to his husband, Steve.
"But why?" Steve is still confused.
"This guy here, what's your name?" Danny barks at the thief. But his mouth stays glued. "Really? Would you prefer my ex-SEAL here asking you the question?" Danny gestures in Steve's direction.
Steve stands tall. His hands are folded in front of his chest. His biceps bulge in his tight t-shirt. The thief's face turns green, looking fearful. Steve's scowl was probably not helping either.
"Danny?? What's going on here?" Steve begins to lose his patience.
"What?? It's no big deal, babe!" Danny yells back at Steve. "This guy here tried to nick this woman's phone. I'm just helping her," Danny motions in your direction.
"Y/N, here's my husband, Steve McGarrett, and our daughter, Grace," Danny continues to introduce you to his family. You shake their hands and exchanging simple pleasantries.
"As I said, I just helped Y/N to get her phone back. Now we are waiting for LAPD," Danny ends his explanation.
Shortly a police car comes, and two officers quickly take their statements. Initially, the police officers are bemused to find the thief already sat with his hands tied behind his back. After Danny explains that he is a Detective from Honolulu PD and how he prevented the attempted theft, the police officers understand the situation. They ask if you'd like to press charges on Tom Norris, that's the thief's name according to his ID. Considering you're not hurt, you decline on pressing charges. The police are gone with the thief sooner than you expected.
"Can I treat you lunch for your trouble? Shoot! A super late lunch?" You corrected after checking your watch.
"Hey, don't worry, it's no trouble at all," Danny says to you with a big smile.
"No, no, seriously. You guys were on holiday, I guess. But still bothered to help me. Lunch is the least I can do."
Before long, they arrange to get a table for five and talk a lot during the meal.
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"So you guys are from Hawaii? That's nice!" You tell the family.
"See, Danno? That's what you're supposed to say about Hawaii. You're the only one who describes Hawaii as a pineapple-infested hell hole," laments Steve to his husband.
"I'm just telling the truth, babe. How about you, Y/N? Where are you from?" Danny tries to find out.
"Originally from The Netherlands, Amsterdam. But I moved to Chicago last year," You reply.
"Now that, Steve, is a city that would appreciate seasonal changes," Danny nods his approval of Chicago.
"Only you, Danno, who whines about constant sunshine." Steve grumbles.
Grace and Charlie don't react much to their parents' bickering. Too used to their silliness. But you still find it quite funny.
"So you guys are here for vacation?" You ask the family.
"Kind of. We are on holiday. Also, we are visiting the colleges here for Grace, who will graduate high school next year," Steve throws his right arm around Grace's shoulder.
"Yes, we are on an excursion to prove to Grace that LA universities are not better than the University of Hawaii," Danny quips from Steve's left.
Grace whines at his father, "Danno..."
"Danny here doesn't want his children to be far away from him," Steve enlightens you. "But I think going to school in LA would be better than The Netherlands. Wouldn't it, babe?" Steve winks at Grace.
"Do not joke about that, Steven!" Danny elbows his husband hard.
Grace looks thoughtful for a moment, "Y/N, did you go to college in the Netherlands? What do you think my chance to study there?"
"Gracie, can I come with you to This Otherlands?" Charlie innocently chirps to his sister.
Steve is laughing so loud, even after Danny punches his arm.
"What about you, Y/N? What are you doing in LA? Are you on vacation too?" Danny questions you after the laughter receded.
"I'm here for work. Most of the time, I'd do it remotely from Chicago. But sometimes I have to make the trip here or to Amsterdam," You tell them.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a music producer," You give a simple answer.
"What instruments do you play?" Steve is curious. "Guitar?"
"Mostly piano and synthesizer. I do play guitar, but I'm just an okay guitar player. I wish I could play better,"
"Dad plays guitar too!" Charlie happily declares as he points at Steve.
You cheer at Charlie's enthusiasm, "Does he? That's great!"
"Yeah, he plays very well. Maybe Dad can teach you to play better," Charlie directs you.
"Oh, yes, that would be awesome," You wholeheartedly agree with Charlie, as the rest of the table laughing at the idea of Steve teaches music.
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"Danny, I was wondering if you could explain something to me," You turn to the man.
"Shoot," Danny nods as he puts down his juice glass.
"The arm lock that you did to the thief. Where did you learn that? Did Steve teach you that?" You ask him, genuinely want to know.
"Well, even though Steve here was the Navy SEAL," Danny glares at his husband, who replies with a smirk, "I have been working as a cop for more than 20 years now. I know some moves too,"
"But that's not a cop's move," You contradict him.
"How do you know any cop's moves?" Danny confronts you back.
"My boyfriend is a cop in Chicago," You give Danny a sheepish smile.
"Ah, I see. Did your boyfriend teach you self-defense?"
"He did. I'm nowhere near good as Jay. But it's a start," You answer Danny.
"Of course. If he's not good at it, then he's not a good cop," Danny comments without sounding too arrogant.
"Jay also taught me about guns. Personally, I don't like it, but he needs me to know about it, especially gun safety. So..." You shrug.
Danny nods his understanding, "Yeah. Be glad that he doesn't bring home grenades or other explosives," Danny gives Steve a stink eye. "Unlike some Super!SEAL here,"
Steve is immune to that look. It doesn't seem to affect him anymore.
You smile at their interaction, "Jay was an Army Ranger. After he came back, he went to Police Academy,"
"Really?" Steve looks interested.
"Oh, here we go," Danny sighs at his husband.
Steve grins but decides not to comment on it any further. He goes praising Danny instead.
"But Danny is being too modest here. He is a great fighter. Sometimes he's even better than me. Which lots of people find it surprising, considering I was a SEAL,"
"and don't you forget it, babe," Danny smirks at Steve, who returns it with a chaste kiss.
You sigh internally. Looking at the lovely couple made you miss your boyfriend, Jay.
"In all seriousness," Danny begins, "I practiced Jiu-Jitsu since high school. That's where the moves come from," He pauses to sip on his drink.
"I got my Blue Belt when I entered The Police Academy. For me, I think, I learned how to fight better in Jiu-Jitsu than what they taught us there," Danny continues.
"Do you also teach it to Grace and Charlie?" You ask the parents.
"Yeah. Danny taught them both as early as possible. Grace already got her Yellow Belt when we first met. Now she is working for her Purple Belt," Steve brags. Danny also looks so proud. Grace, though, tries so hard not to roll her eyes at her parents.
"Me too! I will get my Yellow Belt soon! Right, Danno?" Charlie exclaims.
"Of course you are kiddo. After that, you surely can beat your Dad here," Danny ruffles Charlie's hair. Steve offers his palm for a high five, but Charlie punches it instead. He giggles when Steve is faking to be hurt by Charlie's tiny fist.
"Do you think I could learn it too?" You inquire to Danny.
Danny and Steve look at each other. You're waiting for their answer, hoping that they will agree.
Before they decide anything, Grace interrupts, "We can go check out the place that Sensei Egan told us, Danno."
"Yeah, that's a great idea," Steve agrees to his daughter's suggestion. "We can check that dojo for Grace, meeting the instructor. Maybe could show some moves too for y/n,"
"Okay then. Grace, share the dojo address with y/n. We can meet you there tomorrow morning, what do you say, y/n?" Danny asks you.
You're supposed to fly back to Chicago next afternoon, but what the hell, you are very interested in this offer. "Yes, sure. If you don't mind me crashing your holiday plan again?"
"No, not at all. We need to check out that place anyway." Steve waves off your worry.
Grace passes her phone to you. "You can puy your number there. I will forward you the address,"
You tap your number to Grace's phone before groaning when you remember that your phone is dead. "Could you e-mail me instead? I don't think I could replace my phone soon,"
Danny doesn't even try to hold his laugh at your poor luck.
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The next day, you take an Uber to the gym. No, it's The Dojo. You correct yourself. When you step in, Charlie is shouting at you from across the room. "Y/N!" Standing next to his sister, Charlie crazily waves at you, worried that you could not see him.
You remove your shoes, placed them accordingly at the remarked spot. Walking towards Charlie and Grace, you see the Williams-McGarrett clan wear similar outfits with other people in The Dojo. The only differences between them are their belts. Danny wears a Black Belt with a red stripe, while Steve wears a Brown Belt. Grace has Blue Belt, and Charlie has a White one. Knowing that you will do some workout, you wear a black t-shirt and training pants. Definitely a contrast in a room full of jiu-jitsu outfits.
Danny and Steve are talking to a guy on the other side of the room. This guy has a Black Belt with more stripes than Danny's, indicating that he is the instructor here.
"Hey, guys. Good morning," You greet Grace and Charlie. They reply with a big smile.
"Just out of interest, do you guys always bring your uniform on your holiday?" You gesture to Grace's clothes.
Grace laughs at your question, "It is called Gi. Yes, we are always bringing them along on holiday," She laughs again at your shocked face. "No, I'm joking. It's because we know we will visit this dojo, so we have our Gi with us,"
Soon Danny and Steve come over to your side. "Hi, y/n. So I talked to Sensei Marcus there," Danny gestures to the guy he spoke to. "We are going to follow their training for today. You can watch from the side if you're not sure you want to do it. The first hour would be the class for Kids and Teens,"
You see Grace and Charlie lining up in the center of the room with other children. They seem to be divided by belts instead of age.
"The next hour would be the adult class," Danny pauses for a moment. "If you want my suggestion, I encourage you to join the Teens class. I hope you don't feel insulted by that."
You chuckle at his words, "Not at all. I understand,"
"If it's too much, don't hesitate to stop and move aside. Everyone will understand," Steve adds.
You exhale softly, readying yourself, "Okay," before joining the line.
The first fifteen minutes, they start with stretching. So far, you have no problems with it. You practice Yoga for the last few years. You know how to stretch.
The next one, they teach you how to fall correctly. Which turns out to be a hard thing to do. At first, an instructor's assistant helps you. After a few moments, she moves away to help others. But you're still not doing it right. So Danny pulls you aside and teaches you privately for the rest of the hour.
You fall so many times until it tired you out. You cannot even get up from the mat. Your shoulders would have been bruised with so many times you landed incorrectly.
"Still interested to learn this?" Danny grabs your hand to help you get up.
Even though the lesson exhausts you, you feel great. You learn a lot, even from doing the same thing over and over again. "Hell yeah!" You grin at Danny.
"Crazy woman!" Danny pats your shoulders. Right where it hurts the most. You can't help but flinch away.
"Hurt, wasn't it? Why don't you go sit down on the outside of the mat with Charlie?"
Charlie sits on one side of the mat, a bottle of water in his hand. He is watching Grace, who has her hands on Steve's Gi, trying to throw Steve down.
Danny silently pays attention to his husband and daughter on the mat. But you can see his hands slightly move as if he's the one sparring.
Shortly, Grace has a chance to push Steve. Steve lost his balance for a moment before countering her attack. Grace would've fallen down hard if Steve didn't hanging to Grace's Gi so tight to slow her fall.
"That's great, Grace," Steve says to his daughter as he helps her up. They bow to each other to end the spar. Danny is clapping from outside the mat, "Good job, Monkey,"
Of course, you and Charlie follow Danny's example to cheer for Grace.
You still sit on the side of the mat, now also accompanied by Grace. You watch the next class practice, where Danny and Steve spar with other students for about an hour.
After the class is done, Steve taps on Danny's shoulder, "Danny, could you help me with this move?" He nods in the direction of the mat.
Danny responds with rolling eyes at his husband's antics.
Grace runs commentary in the background, "Dad didn't actually need help from Danno. However, you're not allowed to ask a higher belt to spar with. It's a sign of disrespect. But Dad and Danno often work differently between each other,"
You see Danny and Steve taking place at a ready position. It takes time before anybody falls, or one locks each other. They move fluidly. When one throws the other, they quickly bring them down along then keep them in a lock. The locks are soon countered, and they back up again. The great thing is they look like they enjoy sparring with each other. They share a laugh whenever someone throws the other or someone holds the other in a lock. You find that very interesting.
The sparring ends when Danny makes a grappling move that Steve cannot counter, so he has to tap out.
After the sparring, Steve sits back with you and his kids while Danny goes over to Sensei Marcus. Steve asks your opinion about Jiu-Jitsu, whether you're still interested to learn it.
"Very much, yeah. The first thing I will do once I'm back in Chicago is to find a Dojo," You excitedly tell Steve.
"Well, lucky for you, Sensei Marcus here knows a lot of Jiu-Jitsu instructors," All of a sudden, Danny joins your conversation. Sensei Marcus stands beside him.
"Sure, if you want to keep learning Jiu-Jitsu, I will give you some references of my fellows in Chicago," Marcus informs you.
"That would be awesome!"
Marcus shakes your hand, "Good luck!" and moves to shake hands with the rest of the Williams-McGarrett family. "Thanks for visiting our dojo. Please come again whenever you're in LA,"
They all look tired, but their smiles beam as bright as Hawaiian sunshine.
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Two weeks later, in Chicago,
You see your boyfriend's truck parked in front of your house as you walk home from the bus stop. You walk much slower than you used to. Your body is hurting all over the place, but you feel elated.
The day after you came home from Los Angeles, Jay was caught in a hard case. He had to fly out to New York and liaised with NYPD SVU to solve it.
You missed him a lot, for sure. Jay called you whenever he could for these past two weeks. Texted you every day too. But you have not got the chance to tell Jay about your new interest in Jiu-Jitsu.
After your last trip to LA, you promptly checked out the Dojo that Sensei Marcus referred to you. You were thrilled to find out that it's only fifteen minutes bus ride from your house.
You met with one of the instructors there and asked for a private class. Because that's what Danny advised you to do. "After you have a better understanding of the lessons, then I want you to go train with other people at the dojo. But for the first five or six months, you might've been better with one-on-one lessons,"
The instructor, Professor Louisa, is delighted to provide. You work on a schedule three to four times a week. The professor initially suggested only two meets in a week. But considering your occasional trip abroad for work, you prefer to do more lessons when you're in town.
This is the third week you've been learning jiu-jitsu in Chicago. Scraps and bruises are inevitable. Jay would freak out if he saw them before you could explain to him.
Jay's flight back from New York landed about two hours ago. He must've been coming directly to your place from the O'Hare. The house smells amazing when you enter the room. Following your nose leads you to the kitchen. You find your boyfriend pulling out what seems to be garlic bread from the oven, "Hey, babe. You're back!"
"Hey, you! Perfect timing!" Jay secures the tray aside before stepping closer to you. He puts one hand on your waist, the other one on your back. Moving even closer to kiss you.
His passion makes you forget your bruises for a moment. When Jay pushes you playfully, your shoulder hits the nearest wall. You instantly cry out in pain. "Argh!"
"What's wrong?" Jay stops everything he's doing to you right away.
"Nothing, I just got some bruises," You rub the pain from your shoulder.
"How come?" Jay begins to take off your t-shirt to check on the bruises, but you move away from his grasp.
"Hold on. Let me take a shower. I must've been rank from sweat. Then I'll tell you everything," You kiss Jay one more time before going to the bedroom.
As you eat the pasta primavera that Jay made, you ask him about his case in New York, "How was it?"
"It's done. We did what we have to do,"
Not interested in talking about his case, Jay interrogates you instead, "So, where did you get the bruise? I swear, I only left the city for two weeks, and you're already in trouble," Jay shakes his head.
"I'm not! I just joined this gym. Dojo, I meant. I'm taking Jiu-Jitsu lessons!" You cheerfully tell Jay.
"You what?" Jay pauses from drinking his wine.
So you told Jay the whole story. About how someone tried to snatch your phone when you're in LA. How you met the Williams-McGarrett family from Hawaii. How they got you into jiu-jitsu.
"It's so fun, Jay. Yeah, sure, I got bruises and scraps. But whenever I got stuck with my work, I go have a practice at the dojo, and then I come home feeling energized," You confess to your boyfriend.
"Really?" Jay looks at you, disbelieving.
"Uhuh," You nod as you swallow your spaghetti. "You know what, you should come and see the dojo. It might interest you too,"
"I know about martial arts, babe. I taught you how to punch, remember?" Jay reminds you.
"Yes, you did," You say in giggles, "Professor Louisa said she won't teach me how to punch,"
"Of course, Jiu-jitsu has a different approach than other martial art, say karate. Or boxing," Jay puts down his fork on the empty plate. "You sure you enjoy it?"
You hold Jay's hand and look into his eyes, "I am. This is something I want to do seriously, Jay. I admit part of it comes from you and your job. Like you always said, I need to be able to defend myself. Because you think I could get drag into your case one day,"
Jay puts his other hand on top of yours, looking somehow regretful, "Babe..."
"No, no. But I also do this for myself. Even though my body hurts, I feel great about myself. I feel more confident. It's really inspiring,"
Jay brings your hand to his lips, "Okay then, as long as you're happy with it. But I'm still going to take you to the gun range,"
You roll your eyes in response, "Of course, you will,"
â˘â¤
A week later, Jay walks up to The Dojo on the second floor. Someone greets him at the entrance, "Hey, man. Can I help you?"
"I suppose to pick up my girlfriend. She is training with..." Jay tries to remember the instructor's name. "Louisa?"
"Ah, yes, Professor Louisa. You must be y/n's boyfriend. I'm Professor Andy, the head of this dojo," The man offers his hand.
"Jay Halstead," Jay shakes Andy's hand.
"I think she will finish in ten minutes. You wanna see her practice?"
"Sure. If it would not be disturbing?" Jay hesitates.
"Not at all. Y/n is the only one in there right now," Andy directs Jay inside the dojo. He asks Jay to remove his shoes before stepping into the room.
Jay watches his girlfriend silently. He winces a couple times when you fall down. But he is amazed to see you immediately stand up again.
"She's resilient, your woman is,"
Jay chuckles at Andy's remark, "Yes, she is,"
Shortly after you bow to your instructor, you see Jay standing on the side with Professor Andy.
You walk towards them with a smile, "I see you met my boyfriend, Prof,"
"I did, yeah," Andy nods. "I don't think Jay would be interested in jiu-jitsu, though," He comments.
"Correction, I'm not interested to see you got thrown down repeatedly," Jay points out.
"Hey!" You hit Jay's arms as both Professors laugh at you.
"But that's how we are supposed to learn. If you don't know how to fall, you won't get back up again," Louisa says serenely.
Andy hums his agreement before ushering you out. "Alright, get out of here, you lovebird,"
When you're in the locker room, changing your Gi, Jay approaches Andy again. But before Jay could say anything, Andy hands a leaflet to him.
"Y/N told me you're a police officer. You might be interested in these classes,"
Jay takes it with a laugh, "Thanks, man. I'll check it out," He puts the leaflet on his jacket pocket and pulls out his card.
"If anything happens when Y/N is here. Or if you need anything I can help with, please give me a call," Jay sounds solemn.
Andy takes the card, "Don't worry, man. We take good care of our students here,"
"I know," Jay nods.
Soon you come out with a gym bag on your shoulder. "See you next week, Prof!"
Andy waves to the couple, "Bye, y/n. See you again, Jay!"
â˘â¤
Two years later,
You step out of the record store in Pilsen empty-handed, failing to find the vinyl you're looking for. You start walking west to the bus stop when you hear a commotion ahead.
You see a guy pushing people out of his way. He keeps looking behind his back like he's running from something.
"Police! Get out of the way!" You hear other voices shouting.
So this guy seems to be running from the police, you thought to yourself.
The man tries to shove you aside, but your reflex is much better. Your hands instantly grab the front of his shirt. When he tries to push you away, your right foot finds his inner left calf and sweeps him down.
When he tries to move away from your grasp, you lean down and grip his right wrist tightly with your right hand. You put your right elbow beside his right ear while your left elbow is placed underneath his elbow. Your left-hand moves to hold your right wrist from below his right hand. His arm is essentially locked when your left bicep snugs against his right tricep. You raise your elbow slightly from the surface. The more he wiggles his way out, the higher you raise his elbow from the surface, the more painful the lock is.
You hear an impressed whistle from above. When you look up, you find Jay and Hailey standing in front of you. Jay gets a huge grin on his face while Hailey is sporting a shocked look.
"Nice takedown, babe," Jay compliments you.
"Thanks. You might wanna take over from here, though," You say to your boyfriend as you hear few more steps rushing towards you.
You loosen the lock after you are sure Jay gets his hand on the perp. He grabs the suspect up from the floor and pushes him towards the wall.
You find a hand extends in front of your face, offering to help you stand up. You look up to see it was Hailey. You take her hand with a soft thanks.
Once you're back on your feet, you look around to see the other members of the Intelligence Unit staring at you. Adam, Kim, and Kevin are mirroring Hailey's initial look of surprise. Jay's boss, Hank Voight, looks impassive as always. But you catch an amused twitch at one corner of his lips.
"Man, at least give me time to feel my hand again! That bitch could break my arm, you know!" you hear the perp complaining when Jay prepares to cuff him.
Without saying anything in response, Jay folds the perp's wrist inside. The perp yells even louder because of the wristlock.
Kevin moves to take the man away from Jay before any further damage could happen. He ushers the perp right away to a nearby cop car.
Jay turns to check on his girlfriend, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good." You nod back at him.
"I didn't know you could do that, Y/N," Hailey tells you. "You never tell me that your girlfriend practiced any martial arts," She continues to slap Jay's shoulder.
You answer with a sheepish smile, "It's kinda new,"
"Blue Belt in Jiu-Jitsu is not "kinda new" babe," Jay elbows you playfully.
The team boss pats your shoulder once before walking back to his car, "Good job, Y/LN,"
Kim, who's partnered up with Voight today, quickly follows. But not before inviting you for drinks, "You have to tell me all about this over drinks!"
"See? Even Voight agrees. We'll make a cop-out of you soon, Y/N," Adam offers his fistbump to you.
You meet his with your fistbump but shake your head, laughing, "Not in a million years, Ruzek,"
He only replies with his laugh and walks towards Kevin and the perp.
Jay puts his arm around your shoulders with a huge smile, "C'mon, Kev and Ruz can take care of the perp for a while. Hailey and I will drop you home."
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jaebum mafia seriesÂ
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pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: mafia, angst, romance, mature plot: im jaebum was your first love in university, but then disappeared, and now heâs back and he is a mafia leader? a/n: im so excited to write this story! i hope yall enjoy it too! not edited <3
You smiled at the dark-haired boy juggling the armful of snacks towards you. You get up, running over to him and helping him place everything onto the picnic mat.
âThis is so much stuff, Jaebum,â you remarked looking at the pile of snacks heaping on the light pink blanket. Jaebum didnât reply, instead, he reached into the bag he brought during the first run from the car and pulled out cushions and more blankets.
He set three books out for you and plopped himself onto the blanket. He lay a cushion underneath his head but kept a hand underneath his head as his other hand beckoned you towards him, âCome on babe, there are so many clouds today. I bet I can make more animals out of them than you.â
âExpand the category to anything,â you lay on his chest, crossing your ankles as you reached for one of the books he picked out for you. You opened the book, the smell of his cologne flowing through the pages, âAnd watch me whoop your ass as I read this book.â
Jaebum hummed tauntingly, as he brought his fingers into your hair, running through it gently.
You sighed happily, putting the book down on your stomach and gazed up at the sky. Once again you were reminded of how big this world was, how much bigger it was than your mind could comprehend. You were so small, so insignificant, but at that moment the golden sunshine fluttering in your chest was endless. In that moment, the entire universe was just this; just you and him. His heartbeat gently beating against your neck, your fingers finding their way to his.
There hand in hand, on the pink blanket, under the never-ending sky, you were endlessly happy.
âI donât understand why we have to do this,â you heard him grumble for the hundredth time. You had let it go the first time, understandingly, but every time he repeated his resentment, every time he complained, the room became hotter. The apartment grew smaller, shrinking close around you; and this was the last straw. You couldnât do it anymore.
You closed the last of the box from the kitchen and stared at the tall boy who made your living room look like a dollhouse.
Yugyeom looked up closing the final box, his eyes narrowing with irritation. You didnât say anything and glared back at him.
This little brat was acting as if you were the one making him pack your apartment for you. You were helping him, and you didnât need his help in the first place. Actually, you wouldnât have had to move in the first place, but here you were moving out so you donât get murdered in the middle of your sleep.
It was all Im Jaebumâs decision. Him deciding how to keep you safe, and him deciding to send this tall brat to help you pack up.
âThank god weâre finished, anymore of your whining and I would have to murder you,â you rolled your eyes at him.
A corner of his red lips lifted as his eyes narrowed further, âYou sure are violent for a waitress.â
Your eyes narrowed further at the way he said the waitress. He said it as an insult. As if was beneath him; as if being a waitress made you undeserving of his respect. And he should be respecting you, you had saved his life.
âAnd you whine like a child for being such a big bad criminal,â you smiled back at him.
Before he could reply, Jinyoung walked back into the apartment getting off the phone, âThe movers will be here in fifteen minutes, are we done?â
âWe done?â Yugyeom choked staring at Jinyoung. Yugyeom jabbed his tongue against his cheek angrily before muttering, âYou didnât do anything. I did.â
âI packed!â You protested at the same time as Jinyoung.
Yugyeom didnât skip a beat, he pointed to Jinyoung first, âYou have been gone for the past two hours making a phone call. You packed one box in total.â He then turned to you, scowling, âItâs not helping when it is your house. This is your shit-hole of a house, your shit, so you should be doing the packing anyway.â
Jinyoung just cooed, mockingly at the younger boy, âIs our little baby tired?â
âAww,â you cooed along.
If looks could kill you and Jinyoung would be ten feet underground right now. But he didnât say anything more and just stomped out of the apartment making you cringe. You were sure your neighbours downstairs would be cursing at the loud noise.
You turned to Jinyoung with a small smile, âDo you want a drink? I got four beers left in the freezer.â
âWhy not,â he sighed, settling into the two-seater sofa, in the middle of the living room. You came back, passing him a bottle before sinking into the old sofa next to him.
âThis is a really small place,â he commented talking in the apartment. It was small, it was just bigger than the hall you had breakfast in this morning. You hated the colour of the walls, but now that you were leaving you knew you were going to miss the way it clashed with every piece of furniture you ever got.
âIt was good enough for me,â you replied, before taking a sip of the beer. You gasped at the old sensation burning down your throat making him turn towards you with raised eyebrows. You just smiled, gesturing to the beer, âItâs so cold and my throat feels so... raw.â
âWell, you did have an eventful past week.â
âHas it really been a week?â You both looked at the murky pink walls.
âActually, itâs been less than a week.â He answered.
âIt feels like it's been a lifetime,â you whispered.
Jinyoung stayed quiet for a few moments before saying, âIt'll remain hard for a while until we solve this.â
âI know,â you sighed, taking a sip.
âIt does get better though,â he took a sip before adding, âOr at least you get used to it.â
You bit your lip as a question bubbled inside you. You wanted to ask him why they did this if it was so tough. Why did they choose to be criminals when it was so dangerous, when they were getting hurt and hurting others. But you didnât know if it was your place to ask him that.
Instead, you asked something that was probably equally as stupid, âHow do you know Jaebum?â
His eyes crinkled as he chuckled at the question, shaking his head with a wide smile on his face, âJB and I go way back.â
âHow back?â You turned towards him, completely interested.
They couldnât have gone too back, because back then you knew Im Jaebum. And your Im Jaebum used to find the shapes of ducklings in the cloud, not shoot men and get blood splattered all over his suit.
You wouldâve known of Jinyoung, in a story or heard his name in passing at the very least. But this was the first time you had heard of him.
Was it after his dad passed away? Was it so traumatic for Jaebum that he joined the wrong crowd?
âNappies,â Jinyoung snorted, answering your question. âOur parents were friends, so we grew up together. He is my best friend and my boss, but he is my brother first and foremost. We always have each other's backs.â
You didnât say anything and just stared at him, in confusion. How could he and Jaebum be so close but you never heard of him? No photo of him in his dorm, no appearance in the stories of his childhood he would tell you. It was almost as if Jinyoung had been a ghost for Jaebum in college.
You didnât have the heart to tell Jinyoung that Jaebum didnât mention him to you. So, you just continued to stare at him as you took him his dark features.
âAll of us, us boys,â Jinyoung took a long sip of the beer. âWe are all brothers, we will sacrifice ourselves before letting the other get in harm's way.â
You smiled at that, even though they were a bunch of criminals, âThatâs admirable.â
âYouâre part of it now,â Jinyoung looked over at you, meeting your eyes with his sparkling ones. âWe protect you like one of us now.â
âJust for three months,â you breathed, feeling uncomfortable under his heavy gaze.
Jinyoung nodded slowly, after a long moment he asked, âWill you move back here after it ends?â
âNo, I canât,â you bit your lip, shrugging a shoulder. âThereâs no returning policy in this apartment.â
âThatâs good then,â he said, making you frown. Jinyoung shot you a loopy smile before he explained, âItâs better to move so no one knows where you live anymore.â
A shiver ran through you at his words. It wasnât just Marcoâs men who could be after you. Certainly, they werenât the only enemies Jaebum and his mafia had, the others might come after you too if they found out.
How long does this continue? When do you get to get out of here, truly free?
âThe movers are here,â Mr Grumpy walked in, taking an unopened beer from between you and Jinyoung and chugging it down, âFuckâs sake I needed that.â
âLanguage!â Jinyoung gasped.
//
You sipped from your glass of orange juice and vodka, shimmering your shoulders as you hopped around the room. The rhythm of the happy song wrapped around you as you did a twirl trying to keep the drink from spilling.
Due to the very imminent danger that currently resided over you, you had three weeks off work. A whole month of no working, of no diner, of doing absolutely nothing. Therefore, like every other sane person on basically house arrest, you got tired of spending day after day in your room.
In the past three days, you barely saw anyone. The last time you had seen anyone was Jackson who had come to inform you that you would not be going to work due to security issues. When you asked how they managed to get Randy to agree, he shrugged with a charming smile and said, âWe can be very persuasive, waitress.â
It seemed like everyone called you waitress. Well, everyone except Jinyoung and Jaebum. Jinyoung being the gentleman he was called you respectfully by your name, and Jaebum, well, he just didnât talk to you at all.
After the little meltdown, you sat down with yourself and made a list of all the pros and cons of staying here. The pros included you were safe, you will not get kidnapped or murdered, you would live under the same roof as Jaebum which meant you would run into him, talk to him and maybe, just maybe, everything would go back to normal. Cons were that they, themselves, kill you, use you as a drug mule, and you find out Jaebum remembers but is ignoring you because he despises you.
You groaned at the thought and took another deep chug from the glass in your hand. You were tired of staring at your wall endlessly, so you decided to have a little party by yourself. You went down to the kitchen where the staff were shaking as if youâd pull out a gun and shoot them any second.
You took another drink for that example, trying to drown the nausea bubbling in your stomach.
Donât think about it, you reminded yourself. If I donât think about it, it didnât happen.
You went to the kitchen and the kitchen staff almost shit themselves. You tried to make them feel relaxed, but your anxiousness only made them more on guard and scared. When you asked for a bottle of vodka and orange juice, and chicken nuggets, they were more than happy to please you.
To spell your boredom away you were drinking vodka, eating chicken nuggets, and singing and dancing with your entire soul to your playlist. You walked over to the speaker, cranking it up before playing the next song.
You groaned at how perfect the song was, you welcomed the nostalgia as you spun away from the control. You shimmied towards your plate of chicken nuggets, picking one up and stuffing it into your mouth as you began singing the lyrics.
âOh god,â suddenly the music was so faint you could barely hear it.
âOh no, that was the best part!â You groaned, turning around, singing the part with all your heart. The words got stuck in your throat as you saw the familiar boy standing in all black in front of you.
You gave him a toothy grin, as you sighed, happily, âFinally.â
Jaebum stared at you with an unreadable expression.
âUgh,â you groaned taking him in. It was so unfair, it was so fucking unfair. How the hell did he get hotter over the years, isnât age supposed to make people not attractive? Im Jaebum was ageing like fine wine, âAnd I wanna drink all of it.â
You pointed at him, your finger moving in circles despite you standing straight.
Im Jaebum looked like sin in all black. His dark locks messily pushed back, revealing his fucking sexy forehead. His forehead was so sexy, how had you never realised how sexy it was before? Maybe because he didnât put it up before, your Jaebum had his hair falling over his forehead.
He would feel uncomfortable in the black shirt this Jaebum wore, and the black slacks. Your Jaebum would have been itching to get out of those expensive black dress-shoes and into his converses.
But this Jaebum was stunning. The dark black of midnight stark against his pale skin made his dark features even darker. It made him look more dangerous, stronger, more... angry.
âYouâve had more than enough to drink,â he crossed his arms in front of him. Your gaze followed the way his arms bulged under the black material. You licked your lips as your eyes roamed over him.
He did get a lot fitter than you remembered him. Maybe because he was a man this time around and not a boy.
He was a man though.
Such a typical fucking man, trying to dictate your life. This is exactly what you had seen growing up, a man trying to dominate over the females around him; that alpha male ego bullshit.
âIâll do whatever the fuck I want,â you told him, giving him your best sassy look.
Jaebum didnât look intimidated. For a brief moment you thought you saw a glimpse of a smile on his lips, but that might have been your imagination. Because all he did was shake his head, his face emotionless and sombre as he replied, âIf you have any more, youâll regret it.â
âSo, Iâll be the one regretting it,â you shrugged, walking towards him. You lost your balance but caught yourself. You held up a hand towards Jaebum, who had flinched slightly at your potential fall. You stood up straighter, âIâll vomit, Iâll have a headache. Iâll be the one to die if those other mafia people kidnap me, whatâs it to you?â
âIâm not having any conversation with you in this condition,â he shook his head, grabbing the vodka bottle before walking towards the door.
You frowned, suddenly feeling scared that heâs going to leave. You didnât want him to go, even if all he did was stand there and glare at you, pretending not to remember you, you wanted him to stay.
âNo, you canât-â you hiccuped, you canât leave, you wanted to tell him.
Jaebum sighed, looking incredible in his black outfit, as he glanced at the vodka bottle in his hand, âYou-â
He let out another exhausted sigh before saying, âIâm taking it for myself. I want to have some.â
You smiled brightly at that.
âYes! Of course, you can have some!â You sat down in front of the fireplace, beside the table with the chicken nuggets. You gestured to the plate, as the heat of the fire gently hovered over your back, âHere have some chicken nuggets, it tastes exactly like McDonald's with the sauce!â
Before Jaebum could reply you felt yourself falling backwards, but you quickly caught yourself. You let out a little giggle as Jaebum found standing with both his arms out as if he could catch you from across the room.
âIâm good,â you mumbled. You were about to say more but then you started thinking of the picnic that day with Jaebum. No one couldâve predicted it, but one moment you fell asleep under the summer sky only to wake up to a rainstorm.
You felt someone settle next to you. You looked over to find Jaebum, and you smiled brightly, âYou came.â
âOf course, Iâd always come back to you,â he smiled back brightly.
Jaebumâs frown deepened, making your smile turn upside down.
You watched him in the flames of the fire behind you, and your heart sank, âYou don't smile anymore. I havenât seen you smile since I met you again.â
You reached up and brushed a strand of hair that fell onto his forehead. His bright dark eyes met your drunk gaze, and you frowned this time. You felt tears prickle your eyes as you ran the back of your hand down his cheek, âThere is a darkness around you. You walk with it, or it walks with you. Why?â
Why are you so sad?
Why are you here?
What happened to make you like this?
Was it all the people you have hurt? Does it weigh down on you? Does it hurt you thinking about them too?
Did you start as a mistake too? Wrong place, wrong time, and this is your life now?
I understand how you feel. Iâm just like you.
I think of those men Iâve shot too. I am just as bad. Does the numbers or intention even matter when the blood on your hands is the same?
âPew pewpewpew pew,â you aimed your finger gun as you shot different areas of the room. You had shot real humans, you were a shooter. You knew how to use guns. You were dangerous too, you understood Jaebum, âPew pew.â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Jaebum stared at you, terrified.
You turned towards him, your eyes heavy as you gave him a close-lipped smile. You lifted up your finger gun and blew the smoke coming out from the shots you just took.
âI am,â you answered, slurring, dangerous, a criminal, bad as just as him, all about the bad life, âPewpew pew.â
Iâve missed you so much. Your eyes prickled with tears again, making Jaebumâs dark eyes widened at the emotion in your eyes.
âYouâre...â your words got lost as you slurred more, finding it harder to say each word. You frowned remembering he wanted to drink but he hadnât even taken a sip of the alcohol or had any of the chicken nuggets. Donât you âlike chicken nuggets?â
You used to love them before, your bottom lip quivered as a few tears spilt from your eyes. You missed Jaebum, you missed him so much.
You were so happy he was here.
You grabbed his hand and held it tight, before resting your head on your elbow. Youâre just going to take a short little- no, not a nap. Just close your eyes for like one second, literally.
âYou cried because Iâm like chicken nuggets?â was the last thing you heard him whisper before you knocked out.
//
You groaned as you sat on the table the next morning. The sunshine was too bright, the world was spinning, and you felt like throwing up with every step you took. You steadied yourself in your seat, holding your hammering head in your hands as you held back the urge to throw up.
âSomeone had a wild night,â Bambam commented getting into his seat.
Yugyeom sat beside him, smirking at your pain, âGod, youâre pathetic, waitress.â
âJust because youâre not fun to be with alone doesnât mean everyone else is too,â Mark came to your rescue sitting on the first chair on the right. Your gaze went to the seat Jaebum would occupy and internally groaned.
Why did you drink so much?
You had said so much; done so much.
Your stomach twisted when the memory of your softly caressing his soft cheek attacked your mind.
Oh, god, you were dead.
This is why you are having breakfast in the hall, and not in your bedroom like the other days.
You turned towards Mark, the hangover taking a backseat at the new terror lodging around you, âWhy are we eating here today?â
âWe have breakfast together every Thursdays,â he replied, and you eased back into your chair.
So, it wasn't for you. He didn't bring you out in front of everyone to shame you, or to kick you out. It was just a tradition, thatâs fine.
No, it was not fine. You still had done and said all those things yesterday.
Omg, did you cry?
You cringed as the memory of the tears spilling from your eyes struck you this time. God, why were you like this?
Before you could curse yourself any longer, the remaining boys walked in. Jinyoung settled next to you giving you a polite smile, as Jackson and Youngjae got into their respective chairs.
You didnât want to look at Jaebum due to your embarrassing behaviour last night, but you couldnât help yourself. Your gaze travelled to him and your breath got caught in your chest.
He was so sinfully handsome. He was once again dressed in complete black with his hair pushed back, but a few longer strands flopped forward. He needed a haircut or his hair would no one be able to stay pushed back. But the long strands made him look even more devilish.
Jaebum didnât glance at you once as he walked towards his seat. He didnât refer to you or acknowledge your existence all through the breakfast.
None of the others did too, all busy talking about their business and all the things they had to do this week.
You tried to listen to get hints of what kind of businesses they were involved in, but all you heard was white-collar affairs.
âAre you going to get drunk today too?â Youngjae teased when he saw you push around your breakfast.
You glared up at him, and then Yugyeom who matched his mocking smirk. What did these two have against you?
âIâm not an alcoholic,â you retorted. The two rolled their eyes, but it was that little huff of amusement that came from the head of the table that made you freeze.
You turned your surprised eyes over to Jaebum, who tried to cover his chuckle with a cough. His dark gaze met yours, and when he realised you wonât give in and look away, his shoulders slumped slightly as he said, âWell, you have been drinking every day for the past few days.â
âHow do you--â
âI know everything that happens in my house,â he cut you off.
The thing is you should be terrified of this Jaebum. You didnât know what he was capable of. You knew your Jaebum would never hurt you, but you didnât know the stranger before you. You didn't know what made him tick, what he did to punish or who he even was.
But you stared into his calculating eyes as you replied, âI got carried away yesterday.â
The corner of his lip quirked up ever so lightly as he said, âI could tell.â
You just glared at him as he picked up a chicken nugget from his plate and bit into it, not shifting his eyes from you. That asshole, he made the cooks make chicken nuggets just to mock you about last night. What a little piece of shit, challenging you while eating chicken nuggets.
You hated the way your body reacted to him though. You were supposed to feel anger and rage course through you. But the way he bit into the piece of meat and stared his fiery gaze into your eyes made you feel hot all over. You had never wished to be a chicken nugget more than you did at that moment.
âMaybe,â a voice said beside you, snapping you out from his trance. You turned to find Jinyoung looking over at Jaebum. Jaebumâs attention was on Jinyoung now, silently telling him to continue, âY/n just needs a break.â
âShe is on a break,â Yugyeom snorted.
Jinyoung ignored him and continued, âShe has been stuck in her room for the past few days, and will continue to be for a while. You canât blame her for getting bored and trying to get her mind off things.â
âSo, what do you suggest?â Jaebum lifted a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
You turned to Jinyoung, taking in all his beauty as he stood in front of his boss and talked for you. Even without you telling him, somehow, he knew how you felt and how you would certainly lose your sanity if you stayed locked up in there for a moment longer.
You smiled softly at him as he said, âLet her work.â
You rose an eyebrow at Jinyoung asking him what the hell did he mean by letting me. Jinyoung blinked at your reassuringly as he nodded slightly, telling you to trust him.
âNo way,â Jackson said, âWeâll have to babysit her there.â
âFine,â Jinyoung shrugs, turning to Jaebum. âThere is an opening in the company, and I hire her.â
âBullshit-â
â-Is she even qualified?â
âYou wouldnât hire me?!â
Jinyoung clicked his tongue and silence fell over the room. He continued to look at Jaebum and said, âI did a background check on her. She has a business degree from an Ivy League university.â
The same one you went to, you bit your tongue from screaming towards Jaebum.
Well, it wasn't like you wanted the job. But it was better than being stuck here all day.
âSheâll leave soon and we will need a replacement, and itâs important business,â Yugyeom glared at you. âHow can we trust that she wonât sell our information to other companies.â
âAh,â Jinyoug sighed, nodding. You snapped your head towards him, betrayed. How could he do this? Wasnât he on your side?
âI guess weâll have to employ her around the house then,â he murmured, you narrowed your eyes at how insincere he sounded. You saw the false lightbulb go over his head, as he acted terribly surprised and exclaimed, âI know! She can help you with the Greenhouse, Jaebum!â
âNo!â You both answer at the same time. You meet his gaze as he shoots lasers through them to kill you. You smirked at that and lean back. A smile spread over your lips before nodding enthusiastically at Jinyoung, âOh that sounds perfect!â
Jinyoung looks down at you, grinning, âThatâs settled then! She remains on the property and doesnât get bored. Perfect.â
âPerfect,â you smirk, staring at the disdained male at the head of the table.
He said he couldnât remember you.
You stabbed a slice of apple with your fork before chomping a big bite off, letâs see how much longer he can pretend.
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