#my parents dragged me to go look at the walk from the train station to my lecture buildings and it was dreadful but not as bad as i thought

[sunlitsoil]

nooo my picture was at a botched angle i’ll retake it on tuesday when i start uni in the BEATLES city.

[jaylaxies]

ROMAN HOLIDAY

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, slight fluff, protected and unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), cunnilingus, marking, creampie, mentions of petnames (princess, baby, darling, daddy), lots of kissing and brief mentions of smoking, stealing, running away from cops, drugs, somnophilia (consensual), etc.

WC: 10k words

SYNOPSIS: visiting your grandma’s place was more or less your entire plan for your summer vacations and only break you get before your university starts, although, meeting your neighbour, bickering with him and clutching his hand while running away from cops wasn’t in your bucket list.

PLAYLIST: welcome to wonderland by anson seabra, movement by hozier, if you let me by alina baraz, how to love by jen z, roman holiday by halsey.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my sweetest angels <3 i'm finally here with a jake fic which was long due! i hope you guys like it <33 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D loveyou all <3

Bagging a window seat for a day-long journey sure is a blessing, peculiarly when you have to stay sitting at your spot in a train for a sum of six hours. Nestled in your seat, you sit straighter when the scenic view of the sea water meeting the sky graces your eyes—which you capture on your phone’s camera with a soft smile. 

It felt as if it had been ages since you got out of your room, where you used to be cooped up during the entirety of your day, studying for your final year of school. 

Your parents were concerned. They were highly proud of you for achieving top honours, yes, but it was about time you went out and cherished your life a little before you got winded up in the stress of University yet again, which was to start in one month. 

And what’s a better place to spend your vacations at if not at your granny’s home? 

It was a few minutes past six when you finally reached your desired destination, dragging your luggage behind you as a swish of cold breeze hit you. It looked straight out of a movie with how the train station was lit up by old-fashioned lamps which radiated warmth just by glancing towards them.  

You hugged your cardigan tighter, walking out to find the taxi stand just outside the exit area of the station, pulling out your phone to show the driver the address you’d be meaning to go to. He was a kind man, helping you put your luggage into the trunk of his taxi. Your curious eyes looked out, observing how much the town had changed over the years. 

You were seven when you last visited her hometown. Ever since then, your grandma used to be the one who visited you in the city, at your place, however she did not wish to leave her town and move in with your family. You could see why she chose to stay here—the serene view, the freshness in the air, the tranquil surroundings, it made the corner of your lips curl up into a smile. 

It only got wider once the driver stopped his taxi in front of your grandma’s house. It was exactly how you had remembered it to be—a small but two story house with a big veranda which was lit up by fairy lights on the big bushes. The back door connected the path towards the small pool and then yet another door linked the beach from your backyard. 

Your grandma stood by the door with the fondest smile gracing her ever so beautiful face, a few grey strands fell on her face and you couldn’t help but get out of the taxi and run towards her, capturing her in an embrace. A hearty chuckle filled the air, the scent of your favourite cookies encapsulated you, making you wonder if she had baked a batch just for you as you snuggled further, her hand patting your head exactly the way she used to do ever since you were a kid. 

“I missed you, grandma.” Your expression said it all, and she looked more than happy to usher you in the house, saying how chilly the night was and you made sure to pay the driver, thanking him for his service as you dragged the luggage in. 

A wave of nostalgia hit you as your eyes wandered off to observe each corner, but your grandma didn’t hear any of it, making sure her granddaughter was well fed and rested after the long journey. 

She spent a good while telling you embarrassing stories of your father during dinner, which you listened to with delight, sharing your own stories with zeal before you climbed up the stairs, opening the door to the room you used to use each time you stayed over as a child. 

It didn’t change, the bed was still too big for you, the windows were spotless as if it had been cleaned frequently and the scent of old books paired with a tinge of vanilla filled your senses. Your body felt calm and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this way. 

Calling your parents, you updated them by telling you had reached safely as you walked in the balcony, feeling comfortable in a sweatshirt and cotton shorts. The night sky resembled a velvet blanket full of glistening stars. 

However, a figure clad in all black captured your attention. It was a bit beyond one in the morning, which is why it was unsettling to see someone walk in such dim lights. The stranger made his way towards your neighbouring house, making you wonder if he lived there. 

Shrugging, you sighed. Sitting at one place for hours does tire your body, so you proceed to finally get into your cozy bed, setting an alarm before your grandma comes in to check if you require anything. 

“Sweet dreams my little peanut,” your grandma smiled, closing the door behind you as you replied back with a gentle voice. 

“Sweet dreams, Gigi!” It was a nickname you used for her, she found it lovely. 

The placid atmosphere and the distant sound of waves acted as a catalyst to your sleep, and you slept soundly, not knowing that the calmness was just a start to your inevitable venture—something no one could have prepared you for. 

You found yourself walking alongside your Gigi to visit the lady next door in the afternoon. She was a kind soul—as stated by your grandma, not to mention that she treated her like her own family, making sure to provide help whenever she could and that’s the reason why you were going to meet her. 

It wasn’t the first time; apparently you used to play in their veranda a lot as a child, which again, you didn’t remember. However, when the lady—Mrs. Sim, opened the door, the memories came rushing back to you. She was jolly, almost as if she was waiting for your arrival and soon, you were engulfed into a sweet hug. 

She called out your name in sheer excitement, leaning back to take a good look at your face, which sported a silly smile due to embarrassment. 

“Aw, love. You’ve grown into such a pretty young lady,” she gushed, ushering you both inside and into the living room area. 

“And you don’t look a day over twenty, Mrs. Sim,” you replied, not lying considering how youthful she appeared to be. 

Her smile only widened at your comment, “now, another word and I’ll be floating in the clouds,” she said, making you chuckle as you got engaged in a conversation, sipping on the cranberry juice which Mrs. Sim had so kindly offered you. 

It was decided that you’d be having lunch together, and you tried your best to help the two women in the kitchen but you were soon shoved out, saying you don’t have to do a thing and rest—that’s the purpose of your vacations. 

Which made you sit down and use your phone, scrolling through random apps and replying to all the texts. 

“Y/n!” Soon, you were called into the kitchen, and you poked your head in with a smile. 

“Yes, Gigi?” 

“Oh, peanut, can you please go upstairs and call Jake for lunch? It’s almost done.” She asked. 

You tilted your head in confusion, mind wandering back to the guy you had seen last night and you came to the conclusion that Jake might be Mrs. Sim’s son. 

You nodded, heading up the wooden staircase. Would you have to introduce yourself to him? Would it get awkward? You had no clue. 

Knocking on the door twice, you took a step back and patiently waited for the door to open and so, you tried again to no avail. You wondered if he had his headphones on, which left you with no choice but to open the door, peeking in slightly only to find the room empty. 

“Oh,” you let out, closing the door behind you for the sake of privacy. 

“He’s not in his room,” you informed Mrs. Sim. 

She sighed, serving a good portion of food for all of you, “I could have sworn he didn’t go out,” she shook her head as you three sat down. You let the elders start eating first and only then you picked up your chopsticks to do the same. 

“I haven’t seen him in a while, what’s the tough guy up to?” Your Gigi asked. 

“He’s busy enrolling himself into universities,” Mrs. Sim says, a sad smile taking over her face, “he says he doesn’t want to leave me and is aiming for nearby universities.” 

“My my, isn’t he a darling boy?” Your grandma praised while you chewed on your food, which melted right in your mouth, silently eating while hearing them converse. 

It didn’t take long for your grandma to ask them to come over for dinner the very next day, “it’s only fair that I cook for you too,” she argued when Mrs. Sim told her that she shouldn’t bother. 

This time, your grandma let you help with the cooking, and of course, you were sent to invite the Sims over for dinner. You hugged your white cardigan close to your body—the nights tend to get chilly. Walking over to the neighbouring home, you rang the bell and were greeted with the sight of Mrs. Sim, who actually dressed up for the little dinner party. 

“Oh, darling. Can you please call Jake down for dinner too?” She asked you as she was busy tidying up her own kitchen. 

“Of course,” you smiled. 

It was the second time you were heading up the stairs. This time, you were sure you’d be meeting the said boy. You found yourself standing right in front of his room yet again, gulping down your nervousness. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to introducing yourself to new people, school made sure you knew how to do that, however, your nerves were acting up. 

With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, twice—just like the last time. The difference, however, was that the door was opened in this instance. 

The scent of an intoxicating blend of masculinity and sophistication announced his presence, undertones of musk and wood laced up, providing him a complex aura altogether. 

A tall guy with parted black hair leaned against the doorframe, eyebrow perfectly raised in question, his arms folded as his honey brown eyes with the slightest speckles of gold stared your way, his plump lips soon curling up into what seemed to be an assortment of a smile and a smirk. 

“You must be Y/n,” he stated, standing up straight, which caused his muscles to flex enough to the point it was visible in his white button up. 

You licked your lips unknowingly, moistening them up before you nodded, extending your hand for him to shake, “pleasure meeting you, Jake.” 

His eyes travelled down from your face to your hand, a low chuckle left his mouth, him opening the door and stepping out, coming closer to you as he grabbed your smaller hand in his bigger, warmer ones in a firm handshake. 

“I can see why my mom can’t stop talking about you,” he said, making you tilt your head in question, eyes never leaving his face which was captivating. 

“And why is that so?” You asked, stepping back slightly as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“Because you seem to be a good girl,” he breathed, making you go still as he leaned back with the same smirk, leaving you behind, walking down the stairs. 

Now, you didn’t expect the situation to turn out this way, yet you knew that talking to him further would only cause your head to hurt. 

What even made him think about you being a good girl?

Is it your outfit? Plain, loose jeans paired with a pink top and cardigan. It’s basic enough not to be categorized so easily. 

You scoff to yourself, already hating the situation as you walk downstairs, only to find Jake with a smile that genuinely looked sweet while he talked to his mother, helping her lock the door. 

“I see you met Jaeyun,” she smiled, and you nodded, sitting alongside her, not sparing a glance at the said boy as you didn’t even know his real name was Jaeyun. 

The table was set for four, which made you sit right across from Jake, who’s demeanour had changed as he complimented your granny, who laughed at his sweetness. 

“Here, have some more,” he says, serving another portion to your grandma, who cooed at his kind conduct at the table. 

He made sure to be on his best behaviour, only in front of others but when his gaze fell towards you, a bored expression overtook his features, which no one paid attention to. 

You rolled your eyes. It hadn’t even been a whole day since you met and yet the boy made you dread his presence. He wasn’t being straight up rude per se, however his actions weren’t subtle either just like how he completely ignored your existence during the entirety of the dinner. 

He offered to clean up, which included him having to clean up your plate as well, which was something he did with a frown on his face as Mrs. Sim endorsed that he should help with the household work. 

Both ladies were in awe of how well mannered Jake was, and it left you irritated to no end before Mrs. Sim called out your name softly. 

“Jake’s been acting distant lately,” she told you in a soft voice, making sure the said boy doesn’t hear you both, “and comes home late from his part time work, doesn’t share a lot these days too,” she sighs before looking at you softly, “you’re such a lovely girl, Y/n. I’m sure Jaeyun would love to have you as a friend he can rely on. Will you please look after him?” She asked, eyes sincere with worry for her son. 

Now, you were provided with two choices—one to say yes and agree, but you’d have to be in Jake’s proximity for that. The second one would be a plain no, which would sound disrespectful and insolent. 

So you put on your most convincing smile, which turned into an unadulterated one when you saw her being concerned about her son, “of course, I’ll do that, Mrs. Sim.”

“Oh please! Call me auntie,” she swatted her hand at your formal usage of name and you laughed, agreeing. 

Since the dinner was summed up now and the dishes were done, courtesy of Jaeyun; you were asked to walk them back home, which wasn’t even a two minute walk, however you couldn’t say no to your grandma and hence, you agreed. 

Mrs. Sim—or your auntie Sim, thanked you for the dinner, and proposed to at least have one meal of the day together each day, which you thought was a lovely idea given that you had grown to like the lady. 

You were just about to leave when she went inside but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you right away, making you look up at Jake in question. 

“You don’t have to bother being my friend, you’ll only be a hindrance in my way,” he says smoothly. 

Your expression turns sour, almost as if you were bored, “why? So you can keep your fake good boy persona up and going?” You said, mimicking his tone. 

Not expecting such a reply, he let out a surprised scoff, mixed with the slightest chuckle, “so what? It doesn’t concern you. Or are you offended that I’m not actually good, like you,” he whispered, leaning close, which made you realize how tall he actually was, “you know nothing about me, princess.”

The nickname rolled off his tongue seamlessly, sending a shiver down your spine while you kept a straight face, trying not to seem affected at all. 

“Neither do you know about me, Sim. So stop making assumptions and just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I’ll take your bullshit.” You rolled your eyes, saying it all in one go before turning around to leave. 

“You should be scared of me,” he chuckles behind you. 

“In your dreams,” you retorted, not sparing him another glance as your heart palpitated. 

You had never talked to anyone in such a manner before, it gave a sense of newfound confidence—which you needed.

Jake simply watched you walk back to your place, shaking his head once you disappeared from his eyesight and still, a humorous smile never left his face. 

You had updated your parents about your three days here and later called your friend to do the same, who was also busy with her own vacation bucket list, yet it was a refreshing talk given that you currently did not have much to do to entertain yourself. 

Which left you to grab your swimwear and go for a swim—utilizing the pool in your backyard. 

Gigi loved to sit by the pool and made sure that it was cleaned every now and then. She had gotten it cleaned right in the morning today, which also gives you an opportunity to use it. 

The sunset casted a warm glow on the calm waves of the pool, the slight breeze in the air making it serene as you immerse yourself in the water, it closing you right in, feeling like a warm hug. 

You started slowly with effortless strokes, enjoying the feeling of lukewarm water on your body. You stopped after a while, resting as you let your body float with your eyes closed. 

“Enjoying ourselves, are we now?” A voice broke your state of tranquillity, your eyes opening in a swift and the water sloshed with how fast you turned around. 

Of course, it was none other than Jake sim who sat on the pool lounge chair, arms behind his back as if he was sitting to enjoy the view. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” You breathed out in question. 

He looked at you, feigning disappointment as he leaned to look down at you, “oh, princess. Didn’t they teach you not to use such filthy words?”

His condescending tone only riled you up, “didn’t they teach you not to show up at someone’s place unannounced?” You mocked, getting out of the pool and trying to find your towel, only for you to realize he was sitting right on it. 

“I’m simply here to get cumin from your grandma, we ran out of it, you see,” he explained, not sounding sincere as he let his eyes wander all over your wet body, barely covered with your bikini. 

Your eyes, however, focused on the cigarette he took out from his pocket, making you gasp as you made your way towards him in an attempt to snatch it off his fingers.  

Nevertheless, Jake was quicker to get up, grabbing your hand which was extended and pinning it up against the wall, his body pressed up against yours, successfully making your body go still with shock. 

Yeah, you didn’t really adore your body’s fight or flight response. 

“Fuck—” your eyes widened, yet he wasn’t the one to give you even a second to complain. 

“Shh, princess. I don’t want a single bad word coming out of your mouth now, is that understood?” He asked, using his condenscending tone again. 

You could feel every ounce of confidence which you had yesterday leaving your body as you stared into his honey eyes, an unconscious slight nod betraying you.  

That satisfied him, although he didn’t bother changing his position, nor did he mind your wet body as he took out a lighter from his free hand, lighting up the flame, keeping it close to the cigarette which was pressed in between his lips. 

Your eyes were transfixed on his face, observing how swiftly he closed the lighter, stuffing it in his pocket right before he looked away, blowing smoke into the air, giving you the greatest opportunity to stare at his consummate side profile. 

He took the joint back in his fingers, returning his attention your way, “ever smoked before?” He asked, tone seemingly raspier. 

Not trusting your voice, you simply shook your head as to provide him an answer. 

He snickered, “of course you haven’t. It goes against your good girl rulebook, doesn’t it?” 

“Shut up!” Your sudden outburst of anger only humoured him, even more so when you tried to snatch the cigarette from him using your free hand to prove him wrong. 

He didn’t let it happen. 

Instead, you found yourself looking right into his eyes with his slender fingers holding your chin in place. His breath was cool with a lingering smell of mint—which was probably due to the flavour of cigarette. 

“Want it that bad now?” He raised his brows, “open your mouth,” he ordered, not giving you a second to comply, his thumb parting your lips as he desired. 

He took a drag, inhaling the smoke deeply as you gulped, you could hear your heartbeat, or maybe that was simply how aware you were of your surroundings—your proximity with Jake. 

Tilting his head, he leaned in again, mouth parted just the right amount. He let the smoke out and into your mouth in an agonizingly slow fashion, his lips on the verge of touching yours. 

Your subconscious took over once you inhaled the smoke and it hit your throat. The burning sensation caused you to push him off as you coughed out in distress. 

“Guess you can’t handle it, princess,” he clicked his tongue in disappointment. 

You glared his way, composing yourself enough to actually snatch the cigarette from his fingers and take a deep puff, ignoring the way it burned your throat. It was your turn to surprise him by pulling him closer, grabbing his collar. 

Your eyes were closed when you leaned in, blowing the smoke right into his mouth, causing him to take it all in, him never once closing his eyes. He stared at you with such intensity that you could feel it, despite your eyes being closed. 

Once you were done, you breathed deeply, throwing the cigarette on the ground, “don’t get ahead of yourself, Sim,” that’s all you said before walking back into your home, rushing up the stairs and into your room just to avoid running into him again. 

Only when you were in the safety of your room, you let out a frustrated scream right into your pillow. 

Three days in your vacation and this boy had already driven you insane to the point you had smoked right into his mouth. 

You took a warm shower before taking a nap—something you required to calm your heart before you saw him at dinner, again. 

In contrast to yesterday, when he didn’t provide you with an ounce of attention, his behaviour had done a solid one eighty as now, he provided you with his utmost attention, passing you subtle smirks during the entirety of the dinner. 

You were more than glad when auntie Sim distracted you by indulging in random conversations, and you can easily say you enjoyed the information she was providing you with at the given moment. 

“And, and!” Auntie Sim said full of excitement, “Our Jaeyunie was four and you were three when it happened. He was so curious about you playing on the beach building sandcastles alone, he wanted to talk to you and so he collected flowers from our garden and gave them to you,” she cooed. 

You looked at the boy, surprised with the information of him being a sweet baby. Now, he was the one who tried to stop his mother from spilling the stories any further, averting his gaze but you didn’t let it go. 

“Aw! That’s so cute Jaeyunie. Where are my flowers now?” You asked, voice annoyingly high to bother him. 

Your grandma laughed as auntie Sim only urged Jake to get some for you. He looked your way, annoyed and you only passed him a sweet smile. 

You couldn’t deny, being a menace did feel good at times and the dinner wasn’t so bad after all. 

Yet, the events of the evening didn’t let you sleep, causing you to walk on the balcony yet again and you couldn’t miss the figure clad in all black leaving your neighbour’s home yet again, at two after midnight nonetheless. 

It wasn’t something you should be indulging in yet you couldn’t help but wonder.

What exactly was Jake up to? 

In these ten days of vacation, you had done quite a few things which included learning a few recipes with your grandma, bickering with your neighbour, minus the proximity as you made your mission to stay away for the sake of your poor heart. Majorly, you had grown to adore the beautiful beach which was right behind your home. 

Seeing how you had nothing to do in the given moment, you found yourself sitting on the warmth of the sand yet again, close enough for your feet to touch the water which was cold, juxtaposing the temperature of your body.  

You didn’t know how long you sat there dazed, watching the never ending blue waves stretching as far as possible, till you gasped and got taken back into reality once a hand on your shoulder shook you in annoyance. 

It was none other than Jake, who stood there with his jaw clenched, a bouquet of flowers resting in his right hand, causing you to raise your brows at him. 

“Mom forced me to do this, okay?” He huffed, handing you over the multicoloured bundle of happiness. 

It didn’t matter that it was Jake who gave you the flowers, it still made you happy, a smile growing on your face as the scent infiltrated your senses. 

This certainly wasn’t the kind of reaction Jake was expecting from you. He was sure you’d throw a snarky remark or maybe simply not take the flowers from him, but even you couldn’t deny the beauty of nature. 

“Thank you,” you whispered under your breath, surprising him even more. 

It was one of the days you felt calm, not wanting to channelize your energy into something as useless as picking up a fight, however, Jake won’t leave without that happening. 

“That’s it? You just need flowers to shut up?” He tantalizes you to answer back. 

You only give him a sour look in return, wondering what he’s even doing on the beach wearing shoes, clad in leather jacket as if he was going for the cliché illegal races you see in movies. 

“You should go, Jaeyunie,” you nodded with a fake smile. 

Your phone started ringing just then, and Jake caught the display name right before you picked up the call. 

It was Lee Heeseung—the guy who was your study partner in school and also the guy who was your competition when it came to academics. 

The call wasn’t long, he had simply contacted you to inform you about the university he got into as you also filled him up with the university you got accepted into. 

You assumed that Jake would have gone back, which wasn’t the case as he stood behind you, eavesdropping shamelessly. His expression turned into one of realization when he saw you actually smiling and talking sweetly to whoever was the guy who had called you, a scoff leaving his mouth on its own accord. 

“Yeah! Yeah, of course. Will text you later, goodbye!” You smiled, concluding the conversation only to find Jake still standing at the same spot, making you look at him in question. 

“Didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said, seeming bored. 

A sigh left your mouth, Jake was great at making assumptions, “why do you care?” You asked. 

“I don’t,” he replied, not missing a beat, “I should go, I have work to do,” he said, walking back to his place. 

Your lips worked before you could process anything, “yeah? Like you do every night?” You asked. 

He stilled, turning back in a second and crouching down to your level, grabbing your nape, pulling you close to him, “don’t get involved in my matters, Y/n. I’m saying this for your own fucking good,” he seethed out, causing you to gulp, your heartbeat rising up due to the proximity again. 

“What are you up to, Jakey?” You asked teasingly, trying to diffuse the tension. 

“Nothing that concerns you, princess. I’m being serious, okay?” He held eye contact, repeating the last word again, and you nodded. 

“Okay,” you mumbled as you felt him caressing your nape gently before he got up, leaving you there wordlessly. 

You didn’t realize how hard you were clutching the flowers while watching his walking figure. The sudden mood switch made you curious, and despite him warning you, it was something you wanted to see for yourself. 

Was he in trouble? Was he caught up in illegal activities? Or was he simply out partying somewhere?

Another sigh left your lips. 

You shouldn’t get involved in his matters. 

You got yourself involved in his matters. 

Sneaking out of your home was easy and you made sure to grab your jacket as the night got chillier than usual. All this to follow Jake. 

It was easy since he didn’t use any cars, walking towards his desired destination. It almost felt comical how you tried to tiptoe for a total of fifteen minutes, hiding in random alleyways whenever you made even the slightest noise of stepping on a pebble. 

For a second you even regretted coming out and spending so much energy on this, till you saw Jake actually stop and get inside an alleyway, which you approached exactly two minutes after he went in. 

Peeking in, you noticed how wide the way actually was, people clad in black and hoodies which hid their faces were present all over, more than thirty people you’d estimate. 

You squint your eyes to get a better focus of what they were up to, only for them to widen in realization when you found them exchanging packets and smoking what looked like drugs. Jake was also engaged in a conversation with a guy, purchasing drugs from him, which caused you to gasp slowly. 

“Looking for something, kid?” A deep, hoarse voice spoke near your ear, causing you to flinch and move away, turning around to see a guy full of tattoos smiling down at you, which disgusted you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, looking towards your right to see Jake looking your way, eyes full of shock and worry as he whispered your name under his breath, not believing that you’d actually follow him there despite him saying a firm no to you. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you shouldn’t have come here. 

“Uhm, I—I lost my way back home. I’ll get going now, I didn’t see anything I promise! You guys please continue,” you said, trying to sprint but the guy was quick to hold your jacket, making you stop as Jake rushed your way, leaving whatever he was up to. 

Before anyone could take up any action, the sound of police sirens alerted everyone in the vicinity, which was more than enough for all the guys to scramble as you stood there with panic, trying to move your body seeing how the guys were climbing up the wall full of graffiti on the other side as it was the only way to their escapade. 

“Run,” Jake breathed out, grabbing your smaller hand in his without any notice and running towards the same way, his jaw was clenched. 

You followed wordlessly, mouth open with how deeply you were breathing, chest heaving up and down while you ran and reached the wall. 

The sirens got closer as if someone had tipped the cops to search this particular area and you were worried if you both would get caught up in this mess. 

“Jump,” he commanded and you stared at the wall, shaking your head. 

“I—I can’t,” you stuttered, watching how the others claimed it 

He pulled you closer, picking you up with ease as to provide you with some kind of elevation, which definitely helped when you grabbed on to the top brick, pushing your body up and jumping to the other side, stumbling slighting as you fell down. 

Jake was swift, landing by your side before he grabbed your hand again, pulling you up with him to run again. Your legs hurt yet you didn’t stop till he pulled you by his side, getting a bobby pin out of his pocket to unlock the door, which he opened in a go and pulled you inside, locking the door. 

Silence. 

Your breathing is all you could hear, but Jake’s eyes were louder than anything else, which scared you even further. 

“I specifically told you to stay out of it, what’s so hard to understand here?” He more or less shouted, pushing you against the wall. 

You gulped, not looking at his face but he wasn’t having it, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look his way. 

“What if they did something to you? What if the police caught you? What if something had happened to you?” His voice got smaller after each sentence, more breathy and desperate, making your heart break when he genuinely made it seem like he cared about you. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, which probably wasn’t helpful at the given second, “I thought that you were in trouble and,” you whispered, not having more to say. 

He sighed, resting his forehead on yours as his eyes closed to get some rest. You couldn’t move, your whole body felt more alive than ever, maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or simply Jake being so close to you. 

He stepped back after a few seconds, “go change,” he said, and that’s when you looked around to find yourself in a boutique full of clothes. 

“W—why?” You asked. 

“Because the cop saw us, he knows what we’re wearing,” he answered, trying to find clothes his size. 

Maybe he saw you when you were climbing up, meaning that you barely escaped him. 

“But surveillance cameras? Technically, won’t this be considered stealing?” You bit your lip. 

“There are none,” he replied, “and we have more pressing matters than to sit and worry about stealing.”

You nodded even though he wasn’t looking your way, trying to find some outfit, or rather, you were stealing it given the circumstances. 

“So, why were you out there?” 

“I should be asking you that, Y/n,” he said when you went into the changing room. 

“You had drugs with you!” Your voice boomed from the stall and he simply took off his shirt in the store. 

“So what?” He uttered, pissed. 

“Did you smoke drugs that day too? Did you give me drugs?” You screeched while asking and he opened the curtains, seeing you soothing the top down. 

“I don’t fucking do drugs,” he groaned, “I buy it and sell it to the guys next town at a higher price,” he explained. 

The dim light from the changing stall only enhanced Jake’s shirtless body, his abs full on display alongside his torso, which was well built. Your eyes settled on the tattoo he had on his left side of the rib. 

Taking a step further, your fingers gently traced the intricate design, making him shiver without you knowing, his fingers clasping around your wrist to keep it away again. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispered. 

“I—” you started speaking, looking at him with wide eyes which shone of innocence and worry, lips jutted in the slightest pout and hair slightly messy. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes out, not letting you complete your sentence, coming closer to your face, “why do you have to do everything I tell you not to do?” He asked, however his tone wasn’t filled with anger. 

It was something you quite couldn’t pinpoint yourself. 

He sighed, “let’s get you home.”

“Are we gonna walk back? Isn’t it too dangerous?” You asked as he turned around to put on a shirt averting your eyes from his back which flexed with his movements, your body felt warm and throat parched, especially when he turned around with a smirk. 

“We’re driving back home.”

You soon found yourself on a lookout at the garage entrance of what Jake called an illegal garage which was used for repairing old racing cars. The place wasn’t authorized, which is why stealing from here would work perfectly. 

“How do you even know this?” You asked, exasperated as your nerves got the best of you. 

It certainly didn’t help that the place was dark, and Jake wasn’t replying as he was hot wiring the car without a number plate 

You had no idea where he learned that from. 

“You need to learn things if you want to survive in this world, darling,” he said, focusing on his work, not once thinking how you’d shiver with his use of nicknames. 

He’s glad it’s not some new high tech car, which he won’t be able to hot wire as they contain ignition immobilizers, which makes it impossible for it to happen—you nodded as he explained all of this, your focus elsewhere. 

“Let’s go,” he said after a few minutes, seemingly done with his work. 

You rushed to get into the car, a scream leaving your mouth as he started driving almost instantly, his fingers gripping the steering wheels hard enough for his veins to pop out as you struggled to put on the seatbelt. 

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” you let out in half a scream. 

“Why? Not having fun now, princess?” He chuckled as he changed the gear, resting his hand on your thighs right after which caused you to squirm around in your seat. 

Your body was extra attentive when he was around, and you weren’t sure how to control your heart anymore, so you closed your eyes. 

“What’s so fun about this?” You asked, clutching the seatbelt. 

“You,” he confessed, messing up with your brain even further. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled, looking elsewhere. 

You didn’t trust his driving despite it seeming effortless, he was over speeding after all. 

“Now, we both know that’s not true, princess,” he stated and you huffed, knowing that he was right ignoring the fact that he was insufferable. 

His pace ensured you to reach home in record time, your legs felt wobbly the second you stepped on the road. 

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a second,” he rushed, leaving you standing alone as he parked the car outside a random garage two minutes away from your place. 

It was hard to believe how you got chased by police, stole clothes and a fully functional car all in one night. 

You saw him jogging back to you after a few minutes, standing right in front of you, “I think I should get back now,” you started to stay, however he stopped you. 

“You can’t do that, your gate’s got a surveillance camera so we need to go from the back side,” he stated, his hand automatically reaching for yours as you started to make way towards the back side, on the sand. 

All of a sudden, you felt smaller, heat creeping up your neck due to the body contact and you let him guide you wordlessly before you realized something. 

“Wait, how will you go back? Your place doesn’t have a back door,” you asked and he shrugged. 

“I’ll just jump to the other side of the garden wall, princess. You don’t need to worry about me,” he teased and you pushed him away, the warmth of his hand leaving yours. 

Tiptoeing into your home, you shut the back door as silently as possible before you rushed up the stairs and almost into your room, only to find Jake coming up with you. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper asked, eyes wide. 

“I’m curious about your room,” he answered with that usual smirk of his and you wanted nothing more than to slap it off his face. 

“You—” you tried to say, but stopped the second you heard another voice. 

“Oh, Peanut? You’re awake?” Your grandma’s voice called out from the balcony, and your mouth hung open as you shoved Jake into your room in an effort to hide him. 

“Y—yes, Gigi! I woke up to get some water,” you lied, wincing slightly as she acknowledged it and wished you a good night in her soft tone. 

You rushed in and locked the door, only to find Jake getting cozy in your bed. 

It was one of those days when your grandma missed your grandpa, and she spent hours on the balcony, looking at the glistening stars to find solace. You felt sad but the more pressing matter here was—how to get Jake out of your room? 

He can’t leave from the back door, he can’t go out from the front door as Gigi would see him, your room windows weren’t the opening type which left you with no option but for him to spend the night right here, with you. 

“Now what?” You asked, hand on your forehead while you paced around the room. 

“What? We sleep together, of course.” He had a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Are you crazy?” You almost screamed, but you didn’t wanna alert your grandma, which made you repeat it in a hushed tone.

“Why? Too scared to sleep with me? You’re the reason we’re in this situation, princess,” he smirked. 

You sighed. He was right about that part but you weren’t willing to sleep with him, so you proceeded to ignore him as you went into the bathroom to change into your comfortable clothes for the night. 

Jake simply patted the bed when you came out, silently asking you to sit next to him, and suddenly you realized that you’re locked up in a room with him, which didn’t help your nerves as you sat down with him. 

Somehow everything was rebellious against your rules when it concerned Sim Jaeyun. 

“Can’t you sleep on the floor?” You almost whined. 

He cocked his brow, “is that what I get after helping you escape?”

“That’s not it—”

“So? Is it the boyfriend?”

“I don’t have any—”

“The guy you were talking to in the morning.”

“He’s a friend—”

“Then there’s no problem, right?” he rasped. 

You didn’t realize your lip was bitten till his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it gently to free it, caressing it while looking into your eyes. 

“Right?” He repeated. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding ever so slightly. 

“Atta girl,” he chuckled, flustering you as you tried to look away, which wasn’t something Jake allowed, his fingers gripping your chin now, “god, you look so fucking innocent.”

“I’m not!” You argued. 

“Yeah? Have you been kissed before, princess?” He asks, amused. 

His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine, to the point you almost whimpered out loud, but you were glad you didn’t, “no. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked anyone before.” You confessed, eyes on his plump lips. 

“Oh? Who’s the loser who fucked you without even kissing your prettiest lips?” He asked, frustrated that someone even dared to touch you, even though his words said otherwise. 

You gulped, “we were drunk,” you whispered, remembering your graduation party and how the guy had failed to please you. 

“Did he make you feel good?” Jake asked, expression serious. 

“What?” You were surprised by his question. 

He wasted no time in pulling you to his lap, your gasp only made him smirk wider, his hands resting on your waist, squeezing it lightly. 

“Did he satisfy you, princess?” His voice was an octave deeper, giving you goosebumps. 

“H—he didn’t,” you stutter, which pissed him further, his jaw tensed. 

“So you’re telling me that some asshole was deep inside you and didn’t even bother making you feel good?” He scoffed. 

“Jake—”

“Y’know what I would have done instead?” He asked, caressing your cheek, his thumb resting on your lips right after, “I’d kiss your lips till you get obsessed with mine.” his hooded eyes lured you in. 

His fingers travelled down to your neck, rubbing circles just above your clavicle, “I’d kiss you till my lips memorize every inch of your body, till your mind goes blank,” he whispers, biting your earlobe. 

You breathe in deeply, a whimper leaving your mouth, Jake’s name rolling off your tongue in a whisper right after, making him groan in response. 

“I’d ruin you, princess,” he breathes, eyes meeting yours. 

“Please.” You struggled to breathe, his pointy nose brushing against yours, lips threatening to kiss. 

“Say it,” he urged you, pulling your body impossibly closer on his lap. 

There was no denying that Jake made you lose every sense of rationality and morals in you, it almost felt as if you were intoxicated in his presence, your heart raced, thumping faster than ever, urging you to say yes. 

“Please ruin me, Jake,” you whispered, giving in and looking at him with innocent eyes. 

“That’s a good girl.” 

He was swift to push you down on the mattress, getting on top of you with hungry eyes to the point you almost felt as if you were a prey, and you liked it. 

His cold chain brushed against your clavicle, making you shiver as he leaned down to press his lips against yours in a fervent kiss, a groan leaving his mouth as he finally had you so close to him. 

Your fingers held on to his shoulders desperately, he was difficult to resist, and who were you to resist such pleasure? His plush lips moulding against yours, his hand squeezing your waist as you allowed yourself to get immersed into him. 

You could feel the warmth spreading in your abdomen like wildfire, a gasp giving him the perfect opportunity to taste you, sliding his tongue down your mouth to deepen the kiss, the taste of chocolate lingering in his mouth and you let yourself moan into his lips. 

You tugged on his hair, realizing how correct he was about you being obsessed with his lips as you found yourself chasing after it when he broke the kiss, making him chuckle at your desperation. 

“So fucking pretty,” he muttered, staring at your slightly swollen lips, which glistened with the mixture of your spit. 

He wasn’t the one to waste time, his tongue licking your neck, placing kisses all over it, causing you to squirm and pant till he found the spot which had you rolling your eyes with sheer pleasure. 

Placing a hand over your mouth to silence your moans, he felt a feeling of possessiveness take over him. You looked so fucked out and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet, he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he sees someone else with you. 

The mere thought had him biting and sucking on your skin in an attempt to mark the very spot which had you shivering and your toes curling. He slipped his other hand inside your flimsy tee, and in your bra, feeling your hardened nipples which he flicked between his fingers. 

Your body felt more awake than ever, each touch of his getting a reaction out of you, “so responsive, have you been waiting for this, princess?” 

You could only nod in desperation, trying your best to keep your moans at bay, not wanting to alert your grandma. He kissed your cheek before he got up to get rid of his own clothes, giving you a few seconds to stare at his faint abs, highlighted by the dim lights along with his tattoo, which you so desperately wanted to kiss. 

The image of you looking his way with such big eyes, chest heaving up and down only ignited the carnal feeling of him wanting to be deep inside you. 

It all felt new to you, being aware and not drunk this time, however it wasn’t just that—Jake made you feel this way, your thighs closing when you felt a fluttering sensation down your abdomen. 

“Undress,” he ordered. 

“What—”

“Undress for me, darling,” his words were smoother than the melted butter, making you work upon it instantly. 

His eyes were fixated on your figure the entire time you took to get your clothing off, feeling shy under his gaze, not to mention the outline of his cock in his boxers intrigued you even further. 

“Fuck, you’re all mine,” he said under his breath. 

His plush lips were soon on your tits, his other hand fondling and caressing your nipple while he worked his tongue, swirling it ever so perfectly before giving it a soft bite, making you arch your back as you bit on your discarded clothes, tears forming in your eyes with these euphoric sensations. 

He’s giving you all you could ask for and you? You’re a mess with your lipstick smudged and ragged breathing. Just when you thought that Jake couldn’t get you anymore wilder, he stuffed his hand down your wet panties, which brushed against your extremely sensitive clit. Even biting your clothes couldn’t stop a moan coming out of your mouth. 

“You like it, baby? That’s my good girl. So pretty and wet all for daddy, yeah? Daddy’s gonna taste you now, princess,” his spoke, his accent deep. 

“Daddy?” you asked, whimpering right after when his lips touched your bare pussy, pressing a kiss on your clit. 

There was something in the way he addressed himself so confidently which made you want to submit yourself to him fully, only pushing yourself deeper into sub space as he worshipped every inch of your body. 

“That’s right, baby,” he spoke against your, sending waves of pleasure through your body as his strong hands held your thighs open. 

Obscene noises of him licking and sucking resonated the room as you bucked up your hips unconsciously, desperate for friction, making his cock twitch while he licked languid strokes up and down your cunt, his hot breath fanning your folds, wishing to hear you moan despite the circumstances. 

“Shh, princess. We don’t want your grandma to know now, do we?” He smirked. 

Your hand slithers into Jake’s hair, tugging on it as you convulse in pleasure, letting him continue his ministrations on your leaking pussy, his lips soft unlike his actions, which were rushed and aimed at your pleasure. 

Your eyes roll back, arousal reaching its peak at the unadulterated pleasure as you repeated his name when he moved down to shove his tongue into your cunt, lapping at your juices when you reach your orgasm. 

Yet he doesn’t stop, inserting his slender finger in your tight hole, pumping it in and out gently at first while you whine and he gets up, wetness coating his lips. He lets you taste yourself by kissing you yet again, his fingers entertaining your cunt. 

Your breaths are heavier, louder and you can’t wait to have his cock shoved into you. You weren’t the one to have lewd thoughts in general yet here you were, moaning into Jake’s mouth, clenching around his two fingers which thrusted into you at a newfound speed. 

“Yes, daddy! Yes, oh god,” you mumbled to yourself, letting the lust consume you. 

His fingers curled inside you before he decided that you were ready for his cock. 

“Let’s see how desperate you are, beg for daddy’s cock,  princess,” he demanded. 

Now that his cock was in view, you stared at it dumbfounded. It was veiny and stood hard and leaking, the tip was red and ready to fuck you dumb, it pushed you over the edge. 

“Please, daddy? I’ll be a good girl for y—you please fuck me?” A tear left your eye, tainting your image even further which aroused Jake as a sadistic smile overtook his face. 

You continued to beg him, and he gave you no warning as he lined his tip on your entrance, coating it with your juices, almost pushing it all in but instead, he gave you just the tip, which made you beg out of frustration. 

“Tell me about your darkest fantasies,” Jake teased, seeing you pout and whine, “do it baby, only then you’ll get this cock into you.”

You were going crazy, “I—I want to be fucked awake,” you confessed, hiding your face. 

“Is that so? How cute,” he commented, pulling your body flush. 

Within a second, he thrusted into you sharply, your wet juices acting as the perfect lube to suck his cock right in as he bottomed out fully, cussing at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. 

You could feel the imprint of his dick on your lower abdomen, and he pressed on it with a proud smirk, only to make you whimper lowly, your voice quivering with deep he was in you, “big—so big.”

You laid beneath Jake in such a way that the sight was captivating for him, your vulnerability paired with his ignited primal hunger. 

He firmly wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling out slightly before he thrusted into you again as you were clinging onto him. 

He had never found anyone like you before, it was as if you were the only one for him, the one who reacts to his touch in such ways, the one who drives him insane to the point he has to rile you up just to get you to talk to him. 

His slow thrusts soon turned into relentless, pleasure inducing thrusts, and you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet him, helping him reach deeper spots in you, his tip hitting your g-spot. 

Choked moans escaped your lips, reaching the point of complete incoherence as you got drunk in the intensity of Jake’s presence, your senses overwhelmed as he fucked you without any interruptions. 

“Daddy—please!”

Sensing that you were close, he thrusted harder, twitching inside your pussy, his lips capturing yours as you both cried out, reaching your climax in harmony, breathing in deeply before he filled you up with his warm cum, which mixed with your own juices. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out, causing him to laugh and pull you in a sweet kiss. 

You could see the clear switch in his demeanour when he cleaned you up, asking gentle questions about how you felt or if he went overboard. 

He was perfect. 

Something had changed in the air, and you both were aware of it, but rather than verbalising it, you slept in each other’s arms, Jake staying up a few minutes just to see your peaceful face. 

“Good night, princess.”

Jake woke up early despite not getting enough sleep, still not believing that he fucked you—the prettiest girl he swore he’d ever laid eyes on. 

And he was sure to make your desires come true. 

You wore nothing but his shirt to sleep, which made your pussy accessible to him, his fingers playing with your folds ever so gently as he didn’t wish to wake you up, not this soon at least. 

He continued to do so for a remarkably long time, smiling each time he saw you stir in your sleep, his lips leaving kisses on your neck and shoulder blades till you were fully wet for him. 

Jake was shocked when you revealed that you were into somnophilia, but who was he to deny his girl some pleasure?

His other hand was busy taking care of his raging boner, seeing you dressed in his shirt, your scent mixed with his only drove him crazy. 

His grip on your thighs was firm when he straddled you, pumping his cock a few times before he pushed it in you with a few thrusts, the stretch being enough to wake you up with a whimper, your state disoriented but the second you realized that Jake was making your wish actually come true, you moaned. 

His dick throbbed inside you and you were still not over last night’s adventure as curse words filled the air, along with the mist of your unholy activities and fervent longing as he thrusted with a groan, kissing and nibbling on the skin of your neck. 

You were sure you had bruises forming on your clavicle by now, which also extended down your breasts and inner thighs, Jake being particular about having you marked through and through. 

You could only sigh and plead for more, beg for more, the word daddy coming out of your mouth effortlessly, which was effective to the point it made Jake fuel with desire as he provided you with the most overwhelming, ecstasy filled orgasm, him coming all over your pussy, pulling out this time. 

“I like you,” he revealed all of a sudden, his smile the epitome of boyishness which made you chuckle with your newfound happiness. 

That’s one good way to wake up in the morning. 

“Guess what, Sim. I like you too,” you confessed, growing shy by the last word and he pulled you in a sweet hug, swinging your body along his, your laughter filling up the room. 

You gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.  

You had forgotten to help him escape without your grandma knowing. 

The escape was successful, and so were your holidays which were nearing. Your sadness was apparent on your face, having no desire to go back leaving your grandma and aunt Sim. 

More importantly, Jake. 

It has become a routine for him to slip into your room ever so professionally to sleep with you—some nights you did sleep, other nights he gave you every reason to be awake. 

Which also served as a solid reason for Jake to stop indulging in the so called drug trade, one instance of almost being caught was enough for you both, not that you were involved in the first place. 

He opened up to you, actually acting like a goof at times, juxtaposing his usual bad boy demeanour. He provided you with the best of both worlds. 

Your feelings for the guy you used to find annoying were increasing at record speed per day, and now that it was finally one day before you’d leave, you couldn’t help but be bothered by Jake’s absence. 

He’s always around, which made you wonder where and what he was up to, especially when you wanted nothing more than to spend your time in his arms, lip quivering at the thought that he might not wish to see you anymore.

However, that wasn’t the case when he showed up in the doorway, huffing and hair messy as if he was running. 

“Jaeyun,” you whispered, letting him pull you in the comfort of his warm arms. 

“I’m coming,” he breathed, making you look at him with wide eyes. 

“What?” You blinked, almost stuttering. 

“I’m coming to Seoul with you, princess. I got into the same university,” he chuckled as you snatched the envelope from him, jumping with excitement as tears filled your eyes, hugging him even tighter. 

You felt like your heart was going to explode with the excitement, which Jake found heartwarming. He had planned this the second he saw you and got to know you. It was a given that he wanted to be with you. 

“What about your mom?” You asked softly, realizing that she’d be alone. 

“She’s gonna stay with Gigi. Our ladies are strong women, right?” He asked, caressing your lip, which you had noticed was his habit. 

“W—when did you even apply—this is so amazing,” you went on rambling, which was something he adored, but kissing your lips to shut you up was his favourite thing, especially when he got to see your shy smile right after. 

“So, we’re gonna be together?” You questioned, shyness taking over. 

“You’re wrong if you think you’ll ever get rid of me now, princess,” he smirked, teasing you again. 

This side of him made you faux scoff, “but what if I want to get rid of you?” You challenged, knowing well you weren’t capable of that. 

He took a step closer to you, his broad smile illuminating the room, his hand resting on your waist pulling you closer, “I’d like to see you try and escape me,” he retorted. 

“You want me that much, huh?” Your smile was coy. 

He brushed your nose tip with his, making you chuckle with joy. 

“I’ll always want my princess.”

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[babyshoesnerdshit]

night shift

CW cursing, child neglect, sexual harassment, misgendering, drunk person (although not very well written lol), general violence, slight infantilization

idk i wanted to try my hand at writing some shitty platonic yandere batfam x transmasc reader (its self indulgence bby)

Hunger pained (y/n)'s stomach. Stupid cheapskate convenience store didn't give employee discounts though so he had to wait until he got home to eat anything, if there was even anything to eat that wasn't spoiled. (y/n) would have just stolen something to eat from the store (he didn't give a shit about their profit) but the security camera mocking him in the corner kept him from it. And with his phone almost dead (y/n) had nothing to do but stair at the wall and listen to the shitty radio station the store played.

(y/n) hated the night shift, it almost guarantied he would have to deal with more crackheads and drunks than his coworkers. Regardless of his feelings about the night shift it paid the most (even though that was still barely minimum wage), and he really needed the money. Even though (y/n) still lived with his mother (and technically father but he was hardy ever around), his parents had stopped taking care of him a long time ago. So (y/n) was the one to take care of himself. Sometimes he had to take care of his mother too, reminding her to eat or sleep. The bells on the door jangled, shaking (y/n) from his train of thought. Ah yes, the other type of Gotham crazies. Vigilantes.

"Hey kid."

"I'm not a kid." for some reason the batclan had decided that the 5th avenue convenience store was the best place for mid-patrol snacks.

"Ah yes, the old and wise 18 year old. My bad." Red Hood had a thick layer of sarcasm in his mechanical voice. (y/n) couldn't see his face from behind his helmet but was entirely sure he had the stupidest smirk underneath. (y/n) simply rolled his eyes (fighting back a smile) as hood moved about the store grabbing a random assortment of food and drinks. As hood was filling his arms the bell sounded again, this time it was a middle-aged man. (y/n) could smell the alcohol on him from the register. The man looked around, stopping as he saw (y/n).

"Welll helllooo~" the man had started leaning on the counter of the register. "Yoou're a fine slut, i could show you a reeall goOod time~" He smelled even worse up close. (y/n) sent a panicked glance over to Red Hood who had dropped his things and was now walking aggressively towards the man. "Wha you ignorin me BITCH!" the man lifted his arm to strike. (y/n) flinched, lifting his arms to cover his face.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Hood's voice was dark and low. His grip on the man's arm was painful if the man's face was any indicator.

"H-hey Mr. Red Hood. me and the lil' lady were just havin a niice talk." The man had lost any confidences and aggression he once had in fount of the crime lord. "She wuz jus bein a bitch, you understaannd right?" he sniveled. A sickening crunch was heard from the mans arm where Red Hood's grip tightened. The man started convulsing with pain and screaming. (y/n) felt sick.

"I'm going to deal with this trash. I'll be right back." Hood dragged the man out of the store, bells jingling behind him. It was moments like this where (y/n) remembered just how dangerous Red Hood actually was. Living in Gotham, (y/n) had gotten unfortunately used to getting catcalled and harassed, but he could never stop the shaking of his hands and the sinking feeling in his stomach that came with it.

Moments later the bells sounded again, (y/n) couldn't help but jump slightly. It was Red Hood.

"Sorry about that kid." hood picked up the food he had dropped earlier and set it on the counter.

"Ah, it's ok." (y/n) hated how small he sounded. Taking a breath he started to scan the things hood had picked out and tried to steady himself. "It's Gotham, shit like that happens all the time."

"That doesn't make it ok." Hood sounded softer than before. (y/n) felt anger crawl up his throat, the bats always treated him like a kid. Even Robin! And he was, like, 12!

"That'll be $29.47, you want a bag?" (y/n) tried not to show his anger. As upset as he might have been, Hood did just save him from an icky situation.

"Nah." Hood picked up half of what he bought with one arm as he flipped a 50 onto the counter. "Keep the change." He started to leave.

"Hood, you're forgetting half your shit." He had left a large banana nut muffin, a pack of gummy sharks, a chocolate milk, and a packet of pizza flavored combos.

"They're for you kid, you look starving." He was out the door before (y/n) could protest.

(y/n) sighed with a light smile, well at least he wouldn't be hungry for the rest of his shift.

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Jason was fucking livid. This god damn BASTARD! Who the fuck did he think he was, harassing his little brother. Raising his FILTHY had at him. Jason was seething.

"RR" Jason turned his comm on.

"Jonathan Davis, 54, 237 Maple Street, apartment 122, married to Eliza Davis, daughter is Maria Davis, place of work 57 West End Road." Tim already knew, he was watching it from the security camera back at the cave.

"I only spared him so that you could make his life something worse than death." Jason staired down at the beaten and bruised body of the man.

"Don't worry. It will be." Tim's voice was cold and calculated. No doubt already planning all the ways this man would watch his life fall apart.

Jason leaned down to the barely conscious man, "If you DARE go fucking near him again, I'll leave your head for your wife and daughter to find in your fridge." the man simply looked at him with fear. Jason grabs him by the scalp, "Do you understand?" his tone was dark, made even more intimidating by the mechanical modulator.

"Y-yes! I understand! I understand!" the man cried.

"Good." Jason shoved his head back into the filthy ground of the alleyway. 'right where trash belongs' Jason thought to himself.

[cherrycherrylady2024]

Christmas with the Grimes'

Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 1,945

Warnings: 18+, descriptions of dilfs? This one is pretty tame tbh

Chapter 1: Mr. Grimes

Packing your bags for winter break, you thanked your lucky stars you had somewhere to call home for the next month and a half. There was the option of staying in the dorms but you came to terms with the fact that that would simply be too sad. Plus you certainly couldn’t go back to your parent's house, you hadn’t spoken to those two since the day you graduated high school. You were finally well and truly on your own. College was everything you had dreamed it would be. Partially thanks to Judith, your roommate, for dragging you out of the dorm that first week of school. 

You purposely picked the earliest move-in date and had already been living in the dorm for two weeks before Judith even arrived. You tried your best to spruce it up with what little decor you had and sat wringing your hands all day for this girl to appear. With random roommate assignments who knew what you’d be getting? When the door began to open with a click! of the handle, your stomach dropped to your toes, but the second Judith walked in you knew everything would be okay. She immediately ran over to you and almost knocked you over with a bear hug. She was the sunshine that brought you out of your shell, and you two were BFFs since that very day. When she invited you to stay with her family over winter break, it was nearly impossible to say no. 

~~~

“C’mon y/n we’d have so much fun! I can show you around my town, I mean what little there is to see, but still! We can go ice skating, watch movies, have snowball fights with my brother- plus my dad makes some seriously fucking good eggnog.” Judith chatted into your ear as you were finishing up your last essay for finals. You sighed and pushed away from your desk, rubbing your eyes. This paper would be the death of you, especially with Judith's distractions. “That all sounds great, really, but wouldn’t it be an imposition on you guys? I mean Christmas is kinda special and I don’t want to be intruding on your-” Judith cuts you off. “Please intrude! We do the same stuff every year, it gets sooo boring. Anyways, I’ll miss you too much, so I’m not really asking at this point.” Judith plops on her bed and opens her laptop. “This is a kidnapping now?” you ask. Judith types furiously on her computer, “For the greater good. You can’t sit here and mope for the next month and a half, that’s too depressing.” She pauses for a second, staring at her laptop screen. “Is an 8 am train too early?” 

You sigh, and lean back, stretching, mulling it over for a moment.

 “Way, way, too early,” you say.

Judith looks up at you and smiles.

~~~

So here you were, bags packed and ready to go. You two took the bus to the Amtrak station and boarded easy-peasy. “Y’know, I always thought train travel would be like Murder on the Orient Express, but this is like… shanking on the shitty express,” you remarked as you examined the stained seat, shabby carpeting, and… let’s just say, unusual fellow passengers. You quickly corrected yourself, “I mean- not to sound ungrateful or anything.” Judith rolled her eyes in agreement, “Believe me this isn’t my first choice either. It’s only a four-hour drive, if my dad would let me bring my truck up we wouldn’t have to-” she was interrupted by the train starting up. It began to slowly peel away from the station. “Here we go!” you exclaimed, surprising yourself with how oddly excited you felt. Judith yawned, shifting in her seat. “I should’ve gone with the noon train, even 10 am feels like the crack of dawn.”

20 minutes later you were bored as hell and Judith was fast asleep, snoring every once in a while. Your phone had spotty service as it was, but now going through the countryside it was virtually impossible to do anything. You occupied yourself by looking out of the window. When that got boring you too tried to close your eyes, but Judith's snores were becoming increasingly loud. You looked at her and contemplated throwing goldfish into her half-opened mouth, but decided against it. 

Studying her for a little, you concluded that she looked a lot like her dad, from the one time you met him. 

It was the day Judith moved in.

~~~

Judith pulled away from the hug, “Y/n, right? I’m Judith. It’s so nice to meet you! I like your energy already,” she held your hands as she said this. “That's so sweet of you, you too!” you responded. “And this is my– dad come on!” Judith turned to the door, ushering in her father. The man was balancing two large moving boxes, labeled aptly as Judith’s shit, which obscured his face. “Jesus Judith, what’s in here? Boulders?” He shuffled over and plopped down the two boxes on the twin bed across from yours, breathing out in a huff. “Just my rock collection.” Judith teased. Her father wiped his face and turned to you, making a clack sound in his cowboy boots, “Nice to meet ya, m’Rick” he said, extending his hand to you. 

You froze.

Damn. 

He was handsome. 

You didn’t typically use that word to describe guys. They were always “cute” or “hot,” but this wasn’t a guy: this was a man, and he was fucking handsome. His skin was a little bit bronzed from the summer sun, and you immediately found your mind wandering to where those tan lines might end. Rick's hair was dark brown, thick, and pushed back, ending in perfect curls. You were instantly enraptured by his stunningly blue eyes. How do eyes that blue even exist? Rick had a strong and direct gaze, and you got the feeling that from one look, he could know all about you. Was it crazy to say he had a sexy nose too? You had never liked facial hair until this day. This was nothing like the scraggly high school mustaches you were accustomed to. Rick had a short, slightly salt-and-pepper, beard that perfectly accentuated his high cheekbones. His voice was deep and rough, with a sexy southern drawl that you clocked immediately. He wore a plain white t-shirt which, due to the August heat, stuck to him in just the right places. 

Damn. 

The dark blue jeans fit him perfectly, paired with a black belt cluttered by loops and pouches, what for? You weren't sure. The only thing you could identify on the belt was the gun holster, and the revolver snugly clasped in it. 

You took all this in in the few seconds he had turned to you. His hand was still outstretched when you came to.

“Oh- hi Mr. Grimes, I’m y/n.” You shook his hand gently in a daze. His hands were warm, a little rough, and covered yours completely when he brought the other one on top. “Nice to meetcha y/n. And just Rick is fine.”

Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick.

You nodded your head fervently and withdrew from the handshake. You did your best to act normal but your eyes drifted straight back down his body to the revolver. Judith had already made herself busy unpacking, and didn’t even need to turn around to know what you must be wondering, “Dad I told you to leave your gun in the truck, it freaks people out.” She turned back to the both of you, holding a teddy bear, “Don’t worry y/n he’s not in the mafia or something, that’d be way too cool for him.” Rick shook his head with a smile, his hand on his hip, “How do ya know I’m not?” Judith moved swiftly past him, grabbing something from his belt. “Hey!” Rick laughed. She tossed it to you and upon catching it, you turned it over in your hands. It was a shiny gold sheriff's deputy badge. 

Officer Rick Grimes.

Damn.

You chuckled lightly and handed it back to him, your fingers brushing his, as Judith entered the bathroom with a box labeled shower shit. “Don’t let your mob buddies see that badge,” you teased. Rick smiled (Damn.) and put it back in his belt pocket, “Thanks for the tip.” 

Judith emerged from the bathroom, “Dinner?”

The dinner was unfortunately quick, mostly Judith talked and you listened. Rick chimed in now and again but it was more for you two roommates to get to know each other. You couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Rick throughout the dinner. You watched as his muscles flexed in his forearms, studied when he’d crack a smile, and nearly swooned when he leaned back and swept a hand through his hair, his arm outstretched on the booth behind Judith.

It was like he was magnetic. Every time you looked away you felt a calling for more. You shook the feeling as best you could and focused on Judith. You found out she had a younger brother, Carl, who was a bit of a troublemaker. Through mouthfuls of pasta, Judith put it bluntly that their mom had passed away years ago. "I'm sorry to hear that," you responded. You glanced at Rick for a reaction, finding nothing. You told Judith about your family, sugar-coating some of the details as you swirled your pasta around, not making eye contact. She seemed to catch on fast and didn’t pry. You already liked that about her.

After paying for dinner, and you thanking him profusely, Rick escorted the two of you back to your dorm building. He gave Judith a bear hug goodbye, “I wish I could stay longer sweetheart but I gotta get up early in the mornin’.” He looked over to you and winked “Mafia stuff.” You smiled (oh my god) back as Judith pulled away. “It’s alright, I’ll see ya at parent's weekend pops!” She kissed him quickly on the cheek and headed towards the stairwell to the dorms. Rick chuckled, then shrugged his shoulders and looked to you, “She’s keepin' it all inside.” He said, patting his heart. You laughed, “I’m sure.” Judith yelled to you from the door, “C’mon y/n we gotta lot of catchin’ up to do!” You turned back to Rick, “Thank you so much again for dinner. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Grimes.” He clasped a hand down on your shoulder (fuck). “No problem, you girls be good now, ya hear?” He leaned down closer to you, whispering, “Don’t let her drive you crazy”. You titter nervously, a little overzealous, as he pulls away. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god.

You could smell his cologne. Or maybe it was just him. A rich, woodsy, musk that you wanted to stuff your face into.

“I heard that Dad!” Rick spun on his heel and began walking away, his hands in his deputy jacket pockets. “Goodnight girls.” You watched him walk away for a moment, then followed after Judith.

~~~

That was nearly 5 months ago, and the last time you’d seen Rick Grimes. You didn’t have a crush per se, I mean, he was a grown man and you were….…well, technically of age, but it would be weird, right? Right??

I mean maybe it's not so bad if- NO. You need to snap out of it. You hadn’t even thought about him (much) the whole semester, but the notion of seeing him again gave you butterflies that you desperately tried to squash. He is your best friend's dad for god's sake. Not that anything would ever happen, but there was no reason to make things weird for yourself in your own mind. He’s Judith's dad, and he just so happens to be good-looking, nothing more nothing less.

Well- really good-looking. And funny too. Very charming. But nonetheless your best friend's dad! 

A dilf and your best friend's dad. 

This was going to be a long winter break.

***

notes: ahhhhhhh! ok so this is my first fic ever and I already have a few more chapters written and planned so lmk what you think! All comments, reposts, etc. are very much appreciated <3 stay tuned for more!

[imtryingbuck]

Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n becomes Queen of Astoria not that she wanted to. Prince James of Winterfeld meets her and falls in love.

Word count: 1,893

Warnings: angst. fluff. mentions of being barren. mentions of hunting.

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Sitting in the chair that her father had been sitting in only two months prior with a crown sitting upon her head that she was surprised her neck had not yet broke with the weight of the thing, she tried not to wince at the pinching of the corset.

She had been crowned as the rightful heir to the throne and was now Queen. The whole hall erupted into cheers and chants, “Long live the Queen” and “The warrior Queen” hit her ears as she sat with her back straight. The knights all bent their knee to her - Carlson in front of them all, smiling up at her as he pledged his allegiance to her. She saw the scowl coming from Sir Jon as he nursed his ale, she smiled at him just to piss him off a little extra.

The celebration was loud with music and chatter from those in the hall, the smell in the air was intoxicating with food and ale - a lot of that was going to the floor as the guests danced. Everyone including her mother, sisters and Carlson were laughing and dancing, celebrating their new Queen. 

But Y/n, she just couldn’t find it in herself to join in the festivities she just wanted to be left alone or preferably in the woods training with Carlson and some of the other men, or better yet she wished that she was far away from the kingdom as she could possibly get. Looking around slowly making sure no eyes were on her as they were to busy dancing and having conversations amongst themselves, she stood and walked out of the side door. She found herself out in the private courtyard that only her family were allowed to be in, she took the crown off releasing a content and relieved sigh. The cold air soothed the ache of her chest as she looked up to the darkened sky smiling as the stars twinkled.

“Should have known you were going to try and run away. Ah, see you do not startle easily anymore.”

“I could smell you before I heard your boring voice.” She replied still staring up at the stars. “And do you see me running? The answer is no.”

“Listen here, you should have respect for your elders-“ he barked as he moved closer to her.

“I am not the same thirteen year old who was terrified of you, matter of fact I am more scared of a butterfly than I am of you.”

“You should not even be queen!”

Turning to face the man she had known all her life, the man who taught her how to play chess, the same man who would sneak some extra cake slices onto her plate when her parents weren’t watching. “Why shouldn’t I? I am the first born, my father never had a son, so why should I not be queen?”

“You are rotten. You are a barren bitch, what use are you if you cannot have an heir? You are best to work in the whore house-“

“Along with your mistress? I would rather not hear how dull you are at sex, thank you.”

“Y-you have no idea what you are talking about!”

“No? Red head, big tits, pretty face? A stark contrast from your wife, I must say.”

“Rotten you are-“

“So you have already said.”

“Barren bitch whose only deeming qualities lay on the battle field.”

“Again, you already called me that and also a battle field you have not seen in so many years, too busy hiding behind my father. And may I remind you of who you are talking to? I am the Queen, do not like that fact? Go and jump off the cliff, I will be sure to keep your wife and mistress safe and looked after.”

“You-you- wh-“

“You are embarrassing yourself now. You keep forgetting your station and I will end up removing more than your tongue. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… my Queen.”

“Very good. Run along and leave me in peace.”

“What happened to you? The little girl I knew was nice, sweet and had a heart of gold. Where did that little girl go?” Jon asked her with his hand on the door knob.

“She died the moment you dragged her off that boat. Goodnight Jon.”

Hearing the door slam close she gulped a large breath of air, trying her hardest to keep her heart rate down. She wasn’t scared of him but she did know how dangerous he could be, she had seen it with her own two eyes. When Y/n was younger she use to sit upon a tree stump with her knees pulled up to her chest and watched in fascination as Jon trained the other warriors, she watched in awe of how fast he was though he had years added on to those he was training. And although Jon was friendly and sweet to her she had seen him do things that gave her nightmares or would be afraid to go near him for a few days after. The Jon that stood in front of her just then, calling her those names, wasn’t the same man she had grown up with.

She didn’t know why he was so against something that she didn’t even ask for, he should have taken it out on her father and not her.

“Jon said I could find you here, old man is too busy drowning his sorrows in the corner- hey what is wrong?”

“Nothing. Go back and enjoy your night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You are freezing, come back inside Y/n/n.”

“Would you marry Anna?” She asked changing the subject.

“No. She’s a pretty girl but I do not view her in that way, why?”

“What about my other sisters?”

“No Y/n, what is going on?”

“If you married my sister I could abdicate from the throne and hand it over to you two, and then the kingdom would have a King and a Queen that would have heirs and I could leave and I-I could be happy, I could be free.”

Carlson stood there frozen listening to his friends words, he had half a mind to go back into the hall and attack Jon knowing for sure that he had said something to her for her to be thinking of such things. “You will find a husband of your choosing, hopefully it would be a marriage of love and have your own child-“

“I cannot have them and you know that.”

“You do not know that though. Your father told you that when you was a child Y/n, he was wrong about many of things - he is wrong about this too.”

“I will find a suitable prince for one of the girls-“

“Y/n-“

“I do not want this life Carlson, I never have. And I am not ashamed to admit that I am scared.”

Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into him, he whispered. “I know. I know you do not want this but I believe in you, I know you will be the best Queen anyone will ever know. I am sorry but this is your life, and please know I will be right by your side every step of the way. I will not allow you to fail or to fall, this I swear to you.”

For the first time since she was sixteen years of age when she was made to take part of the annual hunt and forced by her father to take the life of an innocent deer, she cried. Gripping tightly of Carlson’s shirt she let everything go, the loss of her life, the loss of her fathers life, her stepmother life ending so soon, the unfairness of the life she had to live when she did not want it. She cried and cried until there was nothing left for her to give.

“Queen Y/n.” Her personal servant bowed as the young girl entered her chambers.

“Larissa, how are you?”

“I-I am very well my queen, how are you?”

“Good, have you eaten today?”

“I have not but-“

“Come sit with me, and enjoy some food. I fear the cooks have given me more than enough.” She sees the hesitation in the young girl’s movements, Y/n pushes a chair out and pats on the seat giving her an encouraging smile.

“Th-thank you my Grace.”

“Do not need to thank me, eat as much as you can”

Larissa was not use to this. She thought at first that she was to be the tester to make sure no one had tried to poison the queen, finding herself frowning when Y/n digs into the food before she does. Larissa had always admired Y/n growing up, always finding herself smiling then she would hear the Princess laughing, when she would have the duty to collect herbs from the woods she would see Y/n fighting against men who were bigger in height and weight to her and would always silently cheer on the Princess and finding herself chuckling to herself when she would win against her opponents. Never in her life did she think she would be handpicked to serve her queen directly, and now here she was eating a breakfast fit for royalty, answering questions that Y/n asked, mind and heart racing as her queen actually paid attention to her words.

The bubble burst for the two of them when a knock came from the door, Larissa goes to stand up but Y/n’s hand came into contact with her arm, “it’s okay. Come in.”

“My Queen.”

“Mother, how are you? Would you like to join me and Larissa to eat? There’s plenty to go around.”

“I have already eaten, but thank you.”

“Your loss. What is it?”

“I need to speak to you, privately, please.” Larissa nods and stands, bowing to the two women she leaves quickly.

“What is wrong?”

Y/n watched as her mother take the seat that Larissa had been occupying, her fingers tugging at the flow of her dress - something she tended to do when she was nervous. A habit she herself had taken up. “Please, please do not be mad.”

“What has happened?”

“Y/n, you need a husband and you know it. You need an heir and that is just how it is, you need to marry in order to have them.”

“Mother, you know-“

“Your father was being a foolish angry man, he did not mean it.”

“But what is he was? What if I am barren and I cannot give my husband what is required of me? I do not, no, I know I cannot go through what you went through. I will not do it, it is not fair on me, the man or the other woman. Please mother, please just drop this. I will figure something out.”

There was a deafening silence that followed her words, mother and daughter just staring at each other waiting for someone to speak. Y/n truly wished she had just bid farewell and left her own chambers to go and train with Carlson even though she knew she had other obligations to attend.

Her mother smiled sadly at her and whispered the words that Y/n had been dreading to hear ever since she was a child.

“I have found you a husband.”

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[kaiijo]

SUGARY SWEET — GOJO SATORU

pairing: gojo satoru x gn! reader content: pining, confessions, mentions of eating notes: highly unedited, this has been in my drafts for ages so

you really couldn’t understand why gojo was staring at you (well, is it staring when he wears his blindfold?), slack-jawed and obviously scandalized. “what?” you ask him. “all i said was that i never really had sweets growing up.”

it’s true; you grew up in one of the lesser clans, one that bowed to the whims of the great zen’in, kamo, and — of course — gojo clans. your parents had been pretty strict about what you did, including what you ate, with your mother always going on and on about how the artificial sugars were unhealthy and would rot your teeth so most of your desserts consisted of fruits in season. you didn’t really mind, but gojo’s making you think that you’re mildly insane for that. 

“so you’ve never tried raindrop cake?”

“no.”

“taiyaki?”

“no.”

gojo pauses and takes a deep breath. “what about mochi?”

“nope,” you say with a shrug. “i’ve already told you, gojo, i wasn’t allowed to eat sweets. my mother always said it would have messed with my cursed technique or something like that.”

gojo frowns. “well, that’s just bullshit. clear your schedule, we’ve got a field trip!”

you reply, “we have classes to teach.”

in an instant, gojo whips out his phone and taps out a message with lightning-fast fingers. when he ceremoniously thumbs at the screen one last time, he flips his phone around to show you a text blast he sent to all your students. 

YOUR FAVORITE SENSEI [8:23 AM]: classes canceled today! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!

you give him an unimpressed look and say, “yaga’s never going to let that fly.”

gojo leans closer with a conspiratorial smirk. at this distance, you can smell the mint gum he had been chewing earlier on his breath. he lifts his blindfold off with one finger, showcasing those bright blue eyes and says, “who said anything about telling him?” gojo grins when you feel your cheeks start to heat and continues, “change into something cute and meet me at the front gates!” 

with a pat on the head, he turned on his heel and went whistling out of the school building. you obey gojo’s instructions, changing out of your sorcerer’s uniform and into something more casual. gojo’s already at the gates when you arrive, leaning against the structure. he swapped his blindfold for his signature black sunglasses, the frames sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looks you up and down. 

you feel suddenly self-conscious as you surreptitiously glance down at your clothes. “something wrong with my outfit?”

he shakes his head. “no, no. i just don’t think i’ve ever seen you out of your uniform.”

“ah.”

he straightens up and bows in a grand gesture. “onwards to the city!”

you walk past him and towards the train station that would take you to tokyo’s metro area. as you trudge ahead, you completely miss the redness to gojo’s ears and the extra bounce in his step. 

you buy your tickets at the station and when you board, gojo sits across from you, long legs bumping into yours as he stretches. you swat them away and ask, “couldn’t you have just teleported us to tokyo? why’re we on the train?”

gojo replies, “what’s the fun in that? it’s the journey, not the destination. besides, train travel’s romantic, don’t you think?” he looks over his frames at you and you try to calm your quickening heart.

the train pulls into tokyo metro station and gojo practically drags you out, weaving through the tourists and tired salarymen (“hey,” he says, pointing at one that looks particularly fed up, “doesn’t that guy look like nanamin?”) until you reach a storefront that’s a pale, bubblegum pink. the chalkboard outside has a cutely drawn manga cat girl and boasts “japan’s best treats!” in bubble letters. 

gojo throws the door open and stands in front of the hostess. you definitely don’t miss the way her eyes light up, practically vibrating with excitement as she eyes him unabashedly. something sour courses through your body as she chirps, “haven’t seen you here in a while, sir.”

you make a face. sir? gojo offers her a charming smile, tilting his head and letting his sunglasses slip down his nose again. “i’ve been busy,” he says, throwing an arm around your shoulder. she startles a little when her eyes land on you, like it’s the first time she’s realizing there’s another person here. 

her smile tightens when gojo asks, “would you mind finding us a table?”

you can feel the animosity radiating off of her as she gives a much less cheery, “sure. right this way,” and brings you two to a table at the wide window that looks out onto the cherry-blossom lined streets. she practically slams your menu down while passing gojo one politely, bowing woodenly and scurrying back to the hostess podium. 

gojo doesn’t even bother looking at the menus when the waiter comes over to the table. before he can even say anything, gojo declares, “we’ll take one of everything, please!”

you gawk at him. there had to be at least twenty items… there’s no way— “coming right up!” chimes the waiter as he goes off to place your orders before you could stop him. 

“why would you do that?” 

gojo answers, “we have to make up for years of a sugarless childhood!”

“but this is twenty-seven—”

“just trust me on this, okay?”

“fine.”

the desserts all come out together — plates and plates of pastel-colored sweets and clear jellies injected with vibrant colors — and you’re a little embarrassed as the rest of the establishment watches your waiter pull over another table to fit everything. 

gojo claps his hands together, grinning like a kid in the candy story (technically, he is). “which one do you want to try first?”

your eyes take in all the items and you want to be excited to try them, but it just looks like a pastel color wheel threw up on your frilly tablecloth. instead, you tell gojo, “you choose. you know better than me.”

stroking his chin thoughtfully, gojo points at a pink mochi shaped like a cat. “these are limited-edition! try these!”

you gingerly pinch the little rice cake between your fingertips, examining it from paw to whisker before you (savagely) bite off half the cat-mochi’s face. the taste of strawberries bursts across your tongue and spreads through your mouth, paired with the undeniable sweetness of way too much sugar. 

you can’t stop the pleased hum that leaves your lips and you pointedly ignore gojo’s proud simper as you chomp away at the second half of the cat. he practically pushes a raindrop cake at you next, a refreshing coolness from the cloyingly sweet mochi and the following bitterness of the melting matcha ice cream. 

you don’t know how much time has passed until you and gojo have eaten through the twenty-something sweet treats he ordered. (it’s twenty-nine, but who’s counting). you feel like your teeth might just fall off from the sheer amount of sucrose you consumed — maybe your mother hadn’t simply been trying to scare you off when she mentioned your teeth rotting from sugar… 

still, you as you two make your way back to the train station, you concede: “okay, i’ll admit the sweets were pretty good, but i think my mouth needs a month to recover.”

you mentally applaud gojo’s restraint in not making a ‘that’s what she said’ joke, a habit he passed to yuuji recently that you’ve made a mental note to break. instead, he replies, “guess you’ll have to start that recovery a little later because…” gojo pauses for dramatic effect before he reaches behind him and produces a small white cake box wrapped in blue string. “i’ve still got one more thing for you to try!”

“gojo, i think we tried all their cakes there.”

“no, no, no! this one’s special! open it!” he shoves it into your chest. 

cautiously, you let the strings fall away and you crack the lid open to see a neatly frosted blue cake with white lettering that asks: “go on a date with me please?” and beside it is a chibi-headed version of gojo, rendered in blue frosting, with a pleading look on its face. 

you glance up at him from the cake in suspicion. “are you joking?”

he raises an eyebrow. “no. these are my feelings. i really mean it. i want to take you out on a date.”

you blink at him and then the cake and back at him and the train in pulling into the station. you both wordlessly step on and it’s a surprisingly silent ride back, boring without gojo’s constant commentary about the going-ons around him. you don’t particularly mind the quiet, save for the whooshing of the train, as you mull over gojo’s proposal.

it’s… flattering. really, really flattering.

you bite back a smile, still staring down at the cake box. 

it’s only when you return to the schoolgrounds that you say, “i’d love to go on a date with you, gojo.”

he snorts, “it took you that long to consider?”

“on second thought…”

“no, wait! there are no take-backs!”

[tealeavesandtrash]

🎄 Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon: Part 10 - 2 Days Until Christmas 🎄

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Sirius gets startled awake by his phone ringing too loudly next to his ear. “What?” Sirius hisses down the phone, not even bothering to check who’s calling. The sun isn’t up yet which means he shouldn’t be awake yet.

“Well good morning to you too,” Regulus’ cutting voice comes through the other end, crackling slightly with the poor reception. 

“Fucking hell Reg, do you know how early it is?”

“7:45,” Regulus answers curtly. “You haven’t been answering your emails.”

“Why would I? I'm enjoying my holiday.”

“Yes well, you need to come back.”

Sirius groans and rolls over, burying himself deeper under the duvet. “It can wait until January.”

“No, it can’t, you need to come back today.”

Sirius scoffs. “Yeah fucking right.”

“I mean it, Sirius.”

There’s a pause, Sirius hears Regulus sigh and when he speaks again there’s a shift in his tone. “Please, Sirius. Either you come now or father is  going to send someone to drag you back and you’ll get it in the neck from him.” 

Sirius sighs, running his hand down his face. He knows all too well that Orion does not fuck around when it comes to these sorts of threats. If he wants something it’s going to happen by hell or high water and it saves a whole lot of suffering to suck it up and get it done. “Fine,” he mutters. “Fine, but you fucking owe me big time.”

James and Lily are surprisingly okay with him leaving with no notice. There’s confusion at first, but as soon as Sirius mentions it’s under Orion’s order, there’s a reluctant acceptance. Lily gives him a tight hug and tells him that they’ll miss him but to do what he needs to do and come back soon. James, who understands the complexities of his relationship with his father, looks more worried than anything - brow creased in concern. He tries to throw out alternatives for Sirius leaving, but none of them are viable. If his parents want him back then he has to go back and Sirius will not risk them getting their grubby fingers on this place and tainting the tranquillity. 

It's still early as he makes his way down the high street, most of the shops haven’t opened yet. The walk to the station is miserable. James had offered him a lift but Sirius declined. He needs the walk to clear his head, help get back into the right frame of mind to deal with whatever shit is waiting for him in London. There’s a sense of dread that’s settled in his stomach, but even more so is the sorrow of having to leave this place for who knows how long. 

And then Sirius spots him. 

Remus is standing at the door of the bookshop, clearly just opening up for the day. Sirius doesn’t know if it’s perfect or the absolute worst timing. 

He glances up as Sirius approaches, eyes lighting up when he sees him. 

“A bit early, isn’t it?” He asks as Sirius comes to a stop next to him. 

Sirius tries to force a smile but it feels more like a grimace and he can feel himself wavering under Remus’ searching gaze. He drops his eyes to the floor. 

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks, his voice suddenly thick with concern. 

Sirius scuffs his shoe on the ground. “I - um - I’m going back to London.”

There’s a pause. Sirius risks a peek up and Remus’ face is full of confusion. “When?” He asks, even though they both know the answer. Remus is smart enough to spot his bag, note the time and put two and two together. 

“There’s a train in twenty-five minutes.”

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know,” Sirius says quietly. 

“You’re going to miss Christmas?”

“Yeah.”

Remus’ face morphs into a frown. “Why?”

“They need me in work.”

“What’s so urgent they need you in the middle of the holidays?”

Sirius shrugs. He hasn’t had a chance to read through his emails yet, he’s been too busy sorting last-minute travel plans to focus on them 

“So you just going running when daddy calls?” Remus asks when Sirius doesn’t say anything. It isn’t even a particularly malice tone, but the words still cut deep and Sirius tries not to wince. 

“It’s complicated, Remus. I don’t exactly have a choice in this.”

Remus watches him for a moment longer like he’s searching or waiting for something. “Whatever,” he mutters, turning back to the door with the key still in the lock. “Do whatever you want.”

And Sirius wants to grab him - tell Remus that this isn’t what he wants to do, that he wants to stay, explain why he can’t - that his fathers a manipulative dick but his neck is on the line and can’t risk him ruining whatever it is about this place that makes it so special. 

Remus takes one last look at him, all the anger and frustration has suddenly melted away to a sad disappointment. “You know,” he says quietly, voice now cuttingly impartial, “we were really looking forward to Christmas, both of us.”

And fuck,  if that doesn’t hit like a dagger in the stomach. Remus doesn’t give him the chance to respond, just steps through the door and lets it slam shut behind him. 

Sirius swallows. Blinks back the dampness in his eyes. This is so much worse compared to when they first met and he thought Remus hated him for no reason because now Remus does hate him - genuine hatred that is fully justified and it’s all Sirius’ fault. 

He lingers a moment longer, hoping that Remus will open the door or that he’ll find the courage to step inside after him.

But nothing happens and he needs to catch his train. 

He takes a shaky breath and carries on walking. 

The train takes all day, which Sirius spends sifting through the hundreds of emails that are sitting in his inbox, trying to head or tails of all the threads he’s been CCed into.

Regulus is waiting for him at Kings Cross when he arrives, sourfaced and stressed. He gives Sirius a half nod as a greeting, not even bothering to stop for a proper hello, instead stepping immediately in time as they follow the stream of commuters leaving the station.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Sirius mutters. “HMRC wants to audit us so we send them the accounts and they audit us. Don’t see why I had to get dragged down on from the arse end of Scotland to deal with a tax return.”

“It’s a bit bigger than that,” Regulus says, but he doesn’t say any more until they’re away from the majority of the crowd. 

Once they’re a little further down the street and a little further away from the throng of commuters, Regulus turns to him. “You know the deal with the Malfoys went south?”

“Yes, and good. Guys a creep.”

“Well turns out he didn’t take that too well. Apparently, he’s been starting rumours that we haven’t exactly been above board on everything. They’ve been going through our records with a microscope.”

“But they’re not going to find anything, are they?”

Regulus doesn’t say anything for a moment. “Maybe some questionable loopholes, but nothing outright illegal. But that’s not the point, father’s looking further ahead than this.”

Sirius sighs, picking up on where this is going. “He wants to go after Malfoy.”

Regulus nods. “Malfoy’s planning a big merger with the Rosiers set to go ahead next year. We’re going to undercut them.”

“What’s the deadline?”

“He wants an agreement in principle to present to the next shareholders meeting.”

Sirius stops dead in his tracks, staring at his brother in disbelief. “Fucking Christ Reg, that's only a month away.”

Regulus stops a few steps ahead. “Do you see why I wanted you to come back? I’ve got enough connections with them and they’ve expressed an interest, but we need something ironclad before Malfoy catches wind and tries to undermine us again.”

Sirius sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. “This is batshit crazy, you know that right?”

“Obviously.”

Read in full || Part 1 || Part 9 || Part 11

@annaliza999 @marigold-hills @veganbutterchicken (If you do/dont want to be tagged in the next parts lmk <3)

[alienaiver]

Catch and release

Komori Motoya x Chronic Pain/Disabled GN!reader but reader is described wearing skirts

content: It's Komori's birthday and you wanted to dress up nicely for the dinner party. Just your luck that your planned outfit and your disability decides to have a playfight. It's a good thing you have your high school sweetheart to cheer you up when navigating the new world of dynamic disability.

tags: fluff, sfw, birthday fic, post-timeskip, disabled!reader, body positive and poc friendly reader, canon compliant, no use of y/n, sweetie + my love + baby as petnames, sappy and supportive boyfriend, childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, childish/cheeky komori, chronic pain/disability condition is not mentioned/left vague on purpose but reader does need a cane (type of cane not described either), genderneutral reader, unbeta'd but proofwritten twice, sakusa's there too but only to suffer the humor of literal kids

wordcount: 1.1k

notes: guess who learned something new today about cane usage and long skirts! 🙋🏼‍♂️ its a journey! luckily i have some soft, comforting boys to maladaptive daydream about taking care of me 🥰 i hope you enjoy this little work of mine! either as a disabled person or as an abled interested in learning something new!!!! im smooching u all, have a lovely evening! i also know im a ✨ little ✨ early about komori's birthday but who doesnt think about him 24/7?

also happy disability pride month ✨

"you ready?" Komori calls from the entrance, where his keys are circling his finger, making a jingle sound. It's his birthday, and you're going to a restaurant with his parents for dinner. Sakusa's even agreed to stop by.

He hears you hum from the bedroom before your steps sound through the living room, a little uneven but with your usual speed. He whistles when he sees you, but his eyebrows still raise at your choice of clothes.

"You changed." he states blankly, unsure what else to say. The outfit was important to you today, and you took great care in planning it last night, which is the reason he sends such an apparent statement your way.

You avoid his gaze as your lips draw a thin line, "yeah, don't worry about it," you say hastily, clearly eager to end the subject as you pick up your shoes from the rack. "Don't get me wrong sweetie, you look amazing. But I thought you wanted us to color match today?"

From the bench where you're tying your sneakers you glimpse at him for a split second, but it's long enough that Komori notices the disappointment you're trying to hide from him. He sighs and bends down in front of you, "what happened, my love?" his thumb grazes your cheek before it drags a sliver of hair behind your ear. From this angle he sees your small pout more clearly. He puts down his keys to let his other hand hold your head as well.

You sigh and lean forward. He meets you halfway and revels in the contact of your foreheads touching. He's always loved being close to you.

"I need the cane today."

Ah.

You recently learned bitterly that long or airy maxi skirts and canes don't match up. It's not like they tangle extremely and directly cause you to fall, but it changes the pressure in which you need to pull and move your cane for your next step if it's windy, which can cause mishaps. You haven't fallen because of it yet, but you've decided you don't want to risk it.

And then you need your cane on his birthday, where you'd planned such a skirt. He winces and you sigh. There's a distance of walking from the train station to the restaurant, so he can't offer much of a different solution than your own.

Then he kisses your nose, "I'm sorry, baby. Is there anything you need?"

You close your eyes and try to relax in his closeness. His left hand has traveled down to rub your arm, and you don't have the heart to tell him that his touch aches today. Not on his birthday.

"No, it's... It is what it is, right?" you ask and he nods hastily, "I know it might not help on the disappointment, but I still think you look absolutely amazing. And I'm glad you're listening to your needs and doing what you have to, even if it sucks major ass."

You snort and shake your head at him. He prides himself in the smile he won from your lips before he claims them with his own, sighing at the contact. He's needy today you notice, before you kiss him back with the same energy, trying to push away the negative thoughts clouding your mind. Today is about him.

When he pulls back he looks so lovestruck that you can't believe that you're high school sweethearts. Who gets this winded from a simple kiss from someone they've been with for over 10 years? Slowly and little by little, warmth and light fills you up again. He comes back for a quick peck before he gets back up and smiles down at you, flustered.

"Which cane would you like today? Personally I think the blue one with flowers would match your blouse perfectly!"

He turns his back to you as he opens the entryway closet, and you hum behind him thoughtfully, "maybe the grey one will garner less attention. I still feel awkward being both dressed up and so visibly disabled."

You're still getting used to using canes publicly, embarrassed and afraid someone will see you as a fraud if you're able to walk a few steps without it or if they suddenly deem that you're using it wrong. You know it's irrational, but it's taken you great courage to accept the dynamic part of your dynamic disability.

Komori's been supportive and understanding in every possible way, never batting an eye at any need you're voicing. He only complains when you hold back needs or lie about how you're feeling when you're out doing something together. You'd be, too, if the roles were reversed so you're glad he always lets you know while you learn to navigate being a burden - and being okay with burdening the people you love.

You admire his back. Broad, reliable and secure and always ready to support you. You still can't believe that you've been so lucky with him, grateful that your distasteful joke about his eyebrows he overheard in your second year somehow made him interested in you. You still cringe when you think back on it but he tells the story with a joyful and prideful expression every time.

He turns around with the grey, foldable cane and starts unfolding it for you, doing a little shimmy of a dance for you while doing it. You throw your head back and laugh, "so the birthday boy's the one giving a show this year?" you joke and he smiles cheekily at you, the expression making you flustered. Maybe you're just as bad as him, with the lovesickness. Sakusa will roll his eyes today, surely.

"Well... My favorite entertainer is indisposed, so if my lying hips can delight and beguile my audience, I'm happy to shake things up a bit."

He leans down with the cane, offering it as a sword to a knight. You snort and receive it just as gracefully, before he reaches a hand out to help you up, "I'll order your favorite from the menu and give you half of it if you kiss both my cheeks and my forehead in front of Omi."

You're busy laughing at his childish antics getting up, so you miscalculate your balance and fall into his arms. He catches you easily, like he always has and always will. You bite your lip, "then I'll order your favorite dessert if you do the same to me."

His antics may be childish, but they definitely match yours.

"Happy birthday, Motoya. Thank you for always catching me and helping me release the tension." you say and kiss him, hoping your emotions reach him. The smile he can't hold back against your lips tells you he might've gotten the memo.

[estoricwaterlane]

A Fools Gamble

character: Thomas Shelby

fandom: Peaky Blinders

pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

tags: fluff,romance,slowburn

a/n: heyy guys I'm back took a long break lol

She looked around the train station, feeling lost and disoriented.

She had never ventured so far from her posh, upper-class home in London before, and the only time she had ever been to Birmingham was when her parents dragged her to visit the country's biggest industrial center for the annual Cotton Fair.

Her thoughts shifted to the reason for her journey, and her face flushed with excitement at the memory of their secret rendezvous.

She called over a porter and inquired about the whereabouts of the Marriott Hotel.

The man politely directed her to the ticket booth, where she purchased a ticket for the local tram. She climbed aboard the trolley and marveled at the bustling crowds milling about. There she saw him, a strikingly handsome man with dark, wavy hair and piercing blue eyes.

She knew immediately that she had to have him.

Once they reached the hotel, she slipped the porter a few extra pounds to procure her a room for the evening, and then she entered the bar, hoping to catch the gentleman's eye. "May I fetch you a drink?" she asked him seductively.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you speaking to me, miss?"

"I am. Are you opposed to beautiful women approaching you, Mr. . . ?"

"Mr. Shelby, Thomas Shelby," he replied.

People at all corners of the bar were eyeing you as if you were some sort of spectacle, and it was something that she was used to.

Being from a wealthy family had its perks, but the attention was something that she disliked.

"Well, Mr. Shelby, I shall take your silence as a yes, and shall get you the finest Scotch in Birmingham," she said, flagging down the barman.

"I don't like being patronized," Mr. Shelby replied.

"Neither do I," she said. "Tell me, are you a betting man?"

Mr. Shelby's eyes lit up with interest. "I am, although I'm afraid I don't gamble with women," he said.

She pulled out a handful of bills from her purse and slid them toward him. "Then I suggest we bet on whether or not you will fall in love with me."

Mr. Shelby smirked. "And what are the stakes?"

"If I win, you will join me in my hotel room for the evening. If you win, then I will buy you a bottle of the finest Scotch to help you forget all about me."

He looked at his watch. "It's getting rather late, Miss . . ."

"___," she responded. "Miss ___."

"If you'll excuse me, Miss ___, I have a business appointment to attend."

He slipped the money back into her purse and walked toward the door. She sat back and took a sip of her cocktail, watching him go.

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 3- Thigh Riding

(Not a clever title but 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Tsireya x human! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Thigh riding, Cussing

I pride myself in having written fanfiction and NOT using Y/n, it is a bit distracting, but also hard to not do since I’ve grown used to it…. with that being said this is your P.O.V. I hope you guys enjoy 😉

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Marui: home

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Skxawng: Moron/Idiot

Yawne: Beloved

Word count: 4K

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how kind she is even when I keep messing up, I know she prefers hanging out with you guys, and she insists that she’s fine. How is she always so nice?” My lessons were very time consuming due to the fact that I was smaller and all of this was new to me. The gang would hang together and I could see her look over at them splashing around, I always felt bad and told her we could always pick up where we left off the next day but she refused. I shoot a look at Neteyam as we walk back to the marui, he took it upon himself to essentially be my babysitter.

He walked me to and from every place but I felt more like a burden. They trusted Spider out on his own more than they trusted me due to Spider’s upbringing. He always snuck out even when his adoptive parents -and Norm- told him not to while I stayed in the lab as expected. Had Spider not managed to convince me to hang out with him, Lo’ak, Tuk, and Kiri that day I wouldn’t be here with them.

“She kind of reminds me of you,” I stated and he looks back at me wondering where I was going with this. “Are you sure you don’t want to court her? You two seem perfect for each other, always responsible, kind, down to Earth- uh, Pandora? You know what I mean.” I rambled at the end and looked away from his gaze.

“Her and I are just friends.” Neteyam smiles and softly leans down to poke his elbow onto my shoulder a bit.

“That’s right, your thirsty ass brother has dibs, huh?” I joke around a bit and smile brightly at the statement. I remember Rotxo saying something about Tsireya and Lo’ak having something going on when he first got here, but I never saw them together like Rotxo claimed they always were- probably because I ate up a majority of her time, I wince and duck my head out of embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t say that either,” Neteyam shrugs but before I could ask him what he meant by that, we’d reached the marui, Tuk’s small head peeking out and a bright smile consuming her features, she must have been waiting for us.

“You’re home!” She exclaims and grabs onto my arm to drag me in, I laugh at her antics but understand why she was in a hurry, the game cards were spread out and she sat me by herself.

Tuk, Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri, and even Jake all sat forming a circle, a small stack of cards in front of them, there had been an empty spot between Kiri and Spider- which I assumed was for Neteyam- with the same amount of cards in the miniature pile. He sits down and we all pick them up.

I couldn’t ever trust any of them while playing Uno, this family was full of cheaters. Jake would willingly look over at your cards and call the numbers or colors out. Lo’ak would use it to signal to Kiri what color she should choose with her wild cards. Neteyam was fairly neutral about this but did sneak a couple looks every now and again. Spider would blurt out which cards you should play, and Tuk was a random assortment of all of these.

_________

“Why do you feel bad about that?” Lo’ak asks as we sit further away from his family and the rest of the kids. But we had our backs facing everyone else as we stared into the darkness of the ocean before us. He and I had finished dinner- he had, I gave the rest of my food to Tuk who wanted what was left of my fish.

“I feel like I’m wasting most of her day by being a shit diver. Plus I’m not letting her spend quality time with you, it makes me feel even more like an asshole.” I admit and feel my shoulders slump.

“Has she said anything about that?” He asks with a raised brow and I sigh.

“I tell her we can continue lessons the next day and for her to go hang out with you guys, that way she has a social life and isn’t forced to stay with me, but she refuses.” I admit and he has a funny smile playing at his lips.

“What?” I ask feeling completely defeated.

“You-“ He pauses and seems to be thinking of a way to deliver whatever he was planning to say.

“Spit it out, don’t be ominous like Neteyam was when we walked home.” I grumbled and crossed my arms, pouting my lips, and slightly furrowing my brows at him and he chuckles.

“I’m glad I’m on the observant end of this for once, glad I’m not the one being oblivious to whats going on, it’s refreshing.” He stated and I put all my strength into shoving his shoulder, knowing my small body had no effect on him, but he moved dramatically either way.

“What do you mean I’m oblivious, oblivious to what?” I asked as my brows furrowed in concentration.

“No, no, if I tell you now we lose our amusement.” He laughs while swatting my hand away, having seen me lift it to hit him again, his smile was wide and I wanted to smack it off his face.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” I asked raising a brow and tilting my head to the side and hear someone clearing their throat from behind us. I turn my head and witness Kiri eyeing Lo’ak and it makes me raise a brow, but yet again, before I can ask I swear I feel someones attention on our little group and I turn to catch the eyes of the tsakarem staring at us with an amused smile.

She must have been impressed with Lo’ak’s idiocy and lack of shutting his mouth, I turn to look back at Kiri and realize she had been saying something and I had unintentionally zoned her out.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that, what did you say?” I asked her, she looks back at Lo’ak who had a stupid smile spread on his face and I’m confused all over again, her own facial features match his as her own smile appears on her face.

“This skxawng giving you trouble?” She asks me and I shake my head.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I smile up at her.

_________

“Just focus on releasing the breath slower and calm your heart.” Tsireya mentions for the third time today but I’m beyond frustrated.

Lo’ak and Ao’nung have deemed it necessary to team up and frustrate me by calling out to me and saying I couldn’t do it. It was starting to piss me off and I wondered how they managed to finish their chores fast enough to waste away an afternoon trying to crack my focus. Tsireya had taken me further out and tossed a shell into the water, I’d been trying to utilize my breathing exercise to take in a deep breath to retrieve the shell but she’s been the only one retrieving it so far, and yet she wasn’t heaving like I was. But the next comment Ao’nung had made had me seeing red.

“I am focusing!” I let my frustrations get the best of me and feel horrible for having yelled at her. “I’m sorry-“

“I told you she would get mad bro,” Lo’ak’s voice rings out and I snatch the shell out of Tsireya’s hand, turning around, tossing it and hitting Ao’nung straight on the head with it, watching it ricochet off his head and smacking Lo’ak’s forehead.

“Shut the fuck up,” I yelled in English before yelling in Na’vi again. “If you aren’t going to help, go be useless somewhere else, you’re pissing me off!”

Ao’nung was on the verge of hissing at me but his eyes trail upward and I can tell he’s looking at his sister, I turn to catch the tail end of whatever she had been signing to him but couldn’t quite make out whatever word or phrase she had been signing, turning back around I can see the pair diving into the water and swimming inland. I let out a frustrated breath as I realize the shell I had thrown had once again started dribbling down toward the ocean floor.

“I’ll go get it.” Tsireya begins to swim toward it, I sigh knowing I didn’t have it in me to continue diving again. “Go sit on the rock, take a break, I will come to you.” She stated and I nod, not even bothering to apologize again and swimming toward the rock Lo’ak and her brother had been teasing me.

I laid myself on my back once reaching the flattened surface of it and managed to relax enough to catch my breath. I could hear the waves of the ocean water lightly crashing against the rock and the sun wasn’t shining too brightly in my direction, making it easier for me to calm my erratic heart. I relaxed enough to close my eyes to enjoy what little time I would have to rest and take in a deep breath, allowing my chest to fill with air, slowly breathing it out.

“Why can’t you breathe like that out there?” I open my eyes in time to catch the girl sitting down next to me, a smile playing at her face, she was making a joke.

“I do.” I stated blankly, sitting up myself and feel comically small next to her.

“Something is bothering you.” She stated as she turns to look at me, I turn to look at her and can see the worry swimming in her eyes.

“Yeah, your brother and Lo’ak.”

“No,” She stated confidently without looking away, examining my face as she tries to find the answer, but even I didn’t know what it was. “Although my brother and Lo’ak are annoying, it is something else bothering you.”

“You should go be with them.” I stated simply while looking out into the ocean, the blue was magnificent out here, I could sit on this rock for hours, be alone with my thoughts a bit.

“You always insist that I leave, does my presence bother you that badly?” She asks as her hairless brows dip and her eyes suddenly look displeased, upset almost.

“Of course not! I just think that you get annoyed with having to spend all of your free time with me, I feel horrible about it, you shouldn’t be stuck with me from the moment you wake up until eclipse.” I stated matter-of-factly.

“I do not get annoyed with you.” She reassures me and I scoff.

“There’s no way I haven’t annoyed you from the moment I got here.” I challenge and cross my arms, raising my brow at her.

“Not once.” She smiles sweetly.

“I’m essentially taking all your free time from being with Lo’ak, how could I not annoy you?” I asked and her tail swishes in the same fashion that Neteyam’s does when he starts to get angry. Although I had no idea if their tails moved in similar fashions, especially since the metkayina’s were thicker, and mostly used for swimming.

“Why would I need to spend my free time with Lo’ak?” She asks in a serious tone as the skin of her brows furrows even more. I let out a nervous laugh at her actions.

“Aren’t you two courting?” I asked her and her face falls into a realization before shaking her head.

“We are not courting.”

“I just thought-“ I paused and look at my knee’s trying to figure out my scattered thoughts, had Rotxo lied to me by stating this? “Someone had told me the two of you were courting and I thought-“

“We were courting a while back but we both decided it was best if we remained friends since we wanted different things.” She answers as she too looks away from myself.

“I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, I’m so sorry.” I apologized for being forward about it, I had no intention of making it seem like I had to know the in’s and out’s of her life, but now Lo’ak’s comments were starting to make a lot more sense last night. Maybe this is what he meant by me being oblivious.

“I felt a pull toward someone else and felt it was best to stop whatever romantic relationship we had, he told me he had felt the same, that our relationship was always meant to be a friendship, so we have remained good friends.”

This catches my attention as I raise a brow and look back toward her. It wasn’t until I caught her eye that I was bold enough to ask.

“I always thought you and Neteyam had more chemistry.” I admit and blush as soon as her lips thin and her brows raise at that accusation.

“Are you really that oblivious?” She asks as her face turns into a shocked one and my own brows knit together in confusion, I blush due to the embarrassment, looking away from her to spare whatever dignity I had left. Lo’ak had said that same thing to me yesterday but I was too stunned to speak at the moment.

“I’m intelligent.” My mouth speaks for me before I had time to process any of the words coming from them, the tips of my ears turning hot at that, but then I look back at her.

“I don’t doubt it for a second, but I thought I had made myself more obvious than that, I guess I haven’t.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her raising a brow, did she mean Kiri?

“I like spending all of my time with you. The reason I decline picking up lessons the next day is because I enjoy being around you, that is why I like that it takes you longer to learn how to hold your breath, or how to dive, or even the sign language. I like when Neteyam doesn’t show up so I can walk you home, although we mostly plan that amongst ourselves. I thought I was making it obvious that I wanted to court you, but I guess I had to be blunt about it.”

My face falls at her confession, my mouth slightly open and my eyes widened. I had let my eyes trail past her and was now staring at the rest of the rock formation behind her, my eyes dart to the ocean- if I jumped now would I outswim her to shore? I look back up at her and close my mouth, swallowing thickly as my eyes find hers.

“You like girls?” I ask stupidly and feel my heart rate pick up.

Looking back at all the times she had declined to hang out with her friends with a sweet smile on her face was starting to make sense. All of the times we’d stayed out so late that Neteyam hadn’t shown up to walk me back home and she willingly offered herself to do it instead was starting to make sense. She never complained about me to anyone but I figured it was because she was waiting to unleash every negative comment when she got home, that she might have begged her parents to let someone else take the burden of teaching me, but if that were true, I had a feeling her brother would make fun of me for it- and he never has.

“I like you.” She corrected my statement and I find myself out of breath again, Now that I knew she liked me it had my heart beating all kinds of funny ways.

“Mhm,” I stated nervously with a nod, it was clear now. She hadn’t said anything and just continued staring, but somehow not in a creepy way.

“How can you like me though? I’m human, alien.” I stated and held up my hands. “Four fingers and pretty tiny compared to you.” I spoke after realizing she wasn’t going to.

“You are pleasing to me, in the way you speak, the way you are around your family, how you handle yourself when you are being teased by my brother and Lo’ak, the way you look.” She stated and I feel a hard blush coming on my face.

“Why?” I asked her without being able to meet her eyes, it would make the blushing worse.

But I also wanted to look at her. I’d realized I found myself looking over at her more throughout my time here. I would watch her walk away once she dropped me off at home, I would find her in a crowd easily, she was the first person I’d greet once our group hung out.

“I can show you,” She suggests and turns to face me with a sweet smile on her face.

“How-“

And with that her face leans forward to mine and our lips meet in the middle, I’d naturally closed my eyes just to never be the weirdo with their eyes open during a kiss but focused on the feeling of comfort her lips had brought me felt incredible, but I could also feel my heart beating quick and loud, my stomach filling with fuzzy warmth.

It wasn’t until now that I could feel her gently hand caressing my cheek lovingly and couldn’t help but whine into the kiss, not that I had purposely meant to, it just happened. She pulls away and examines my face immediately her eyes searching in confusion even with her pupils blown bigger than they were.

The immediate addiction I’d gotten from her lips had me feeling like I had to have them back on mine again, her mouth is moving as she asks me a question, I’m in a state of shock as I don’t hear what she says and just lean forward to capture her lips with mine instead. She pulls away abruptly and I find my chest heaving, missing the contact of our lips together for a second time.

I waste no time scampering over onto her lap, straddling one of her thighs, placing my hands on her cheeks and pulling her face closer to mine. I could hear the slight groan she let escape her lips and planted my lips back onto hers, feeling her hum into the kiss as our lips connected and I could feel myself melt into her.

Her hands find comfort on my hips and I could feel the warm fuzzies in my stomach again, I had no idea what else to do with my hands and didn’t plan on leaving them on her cheeks the entire time, so I wrapped them around her neck, bringing myself closer to her, and moaning at the sudden sensation I felt as I’d skidded across her thigh. My face heating up drastically.

Her tongue swipes on my bottom lip and the gasp I make was just enough for her to stick her tongue into my mouth. The wet muscle taking its time exploring my tongue and caressing it with her’s felt so intimate I let out another moan. It wasn’t until then that I’d felt my hips move again against her thigh, her name escaping my lips, her grip tight on my hips as she moved me.

“Reya, please~” I disconnect our mouths but she continues kissing down my cheek and onto my jaw. A whine ripping itself from my lips at the same time the sensation of my thin loincloth rubs deliciously against my clit, making me buck my hips. Feeling the friction made me take the reigns and start sliding my hips greedily against her thigh.

“Look at you,” Tsireya coo’s, she could have easily stopped my movements but just watches in awe, biting her lip to stop the wide smile taking over her features.

“What if I adjust my leg and-“

I let out a high-pitched moan feeling the angle of her thigh seemingly pressing harsher against my cunt, causing more pressure on my clit, I feel hot all over and continue sliding myself against her thigh, but my body moving closer to her felt best. She smiles as if she had just won a bet and takes her hands off my hips to lean her body back, just to admire the view in front of her, but I needed her hands on me.

“No, please touch.” I whine and she nods, bringing a hand to caress the small of my back, pushing me closer to her, and using the other hand to caress my cheek and bringing me in for another heated kiss.

“Great mother I can smell you,” She disconnects out mouths and sticks her nose straight into my neck, taking several small huffs, tickling me. It somehow made the most primal parts of my body awaken as I moaned directly in her ear as she did that.

“I just wanna come, please~” I whisper, not realizing the angle of her head meant her ear was directly beside my mouth, allowing the moans to flow out as her hands slide back down to my hips while she controls the speed of my thrusting.

“You can come, yawne, but when you do I’m licking every last drop right from the source.” She kisses my forehead as one hand trails toward my chest as she gently places it under my breast, her thumb giving an experimental flick over the already hardened nipple and I gasp, hips bucking against her thigh once more.

“Yes please-“ I pant and start to feel frustrated with how difficult it feels to try coming at this moment, as if I’d hit a wall, I whine and she shushes me.

“Don’t fight it, hmm.” She hums sweetly and I can feel the burning sensation from my tummy, the coil inside just about ready to rip, she has long since taken control of my hips with one hand, her other running along my nipple.

“Reya~” My eyes had been squeezed shut the entire time since she kissed me, I sucked in a breath as I felt the hand on my breast slide up toward my chin.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” She says in a hypnotic voice and it causes my eyes to open, seeing her pupils blown wide, her own flushed face when I have yet to do anything other than kiss her, and a sweet smell she had started emitting were making me dizzy enough to forget about the rest of the world for the moment.

“Come for me, sweet girl.” She commands in the softest voice possible and my body listens to her, the warm feeling of euphoria crashing over me, my abused hud having had enough torture as it gives in to clamp around nothing, wishing I’d been stuffed with her fingers instead.

The moment between my coming and her sweet words blurred together and I had essentially lost track of time, but I knew her words were either encouraging or sweet, just like she always managed to be, but my face was hot and I felt embarrassed for having gotten so worked up over a kiss from the woman before me.

“I- I’m-“

“Do not apologize, I’m overjoyed this happened, I should have been more blunt with you from the beginning.” She explains and I felt mildly uncomfortable for the slick collecting inside my loincloth, I had to get cleaned up- but I also wanted to taste her.

“Thank you-“

“Do not thank.” She cuts me off with a playful hiss.

“It is my job to show you I can provide for you in more ways that one. But I need to satisfy a hunger I’ve been having since I first laid my eyes on you, yawne.” She’d managed to slide me off her thigh and crawl over toward me seductively. Being bigger than I was, she managed to get herself to tower over me and I swallowed thickly.

“That is, of course, if you allow me.”

“Yes, Reya, fuck yes.” I reach up to hook my arm around her neck to bring her in for another fervent kiss.

[kirbudo]

Knowledge is cursed

M/n Weasley... A Weasley who tends to be left behind, despite the long line of Gryffindor, he ends up as the only Ravenclaw in his family. This causes slight distrust with his siblings and parents due to the history of the house.

M/n is the same age as Percy.

"Boys! Get up!" The Weasley were all woken up by their mother who continued to rush into each rooms. "Ma, the sun hasn't even shown yet." Ron groaned as he covered his head with his blanket, the twins reluctantly woke up knowing the drill as they all took their time with showers and packing. "Boys! I won't ask again!" She shouted as they all slowly got themselves ready. "Gosh! Where's M/n?!" She shouted feeling annoyed by her son who was nowhere to be seen.

"He said he was taking a walk." Fred grumbled tiredly as he brushed his teeth. "I'm sure he is already packed." George piped up as he spat in the sink and wiped his face with a rag. "Always trying to run from me." She scoffed slapping Ron with her hand towel to hurry him up. "Ouch!"

"M/n, you okay?" His brother asked gently massaging his shoulder, noticing how tense his younger was. M/n stayed silent, watching the sun rise before looking at Percy. "I thought too much, I'm fine, Perce." M/n spoke softly, the older stared before ruffling his hair. "A restless mind for intelligence." He remembers what his mates in Ravenclaw said. He knew it was rare for the smart ones to sleep. Though they didn't look tired, he knew mentally they were.

Percy took extra care of M/n. "Come on now, Mum's going to be angry if you're not there for breakfast. It is Ron's turn at Hogwarts." M/n nodded. "Gryffindor no less... Lucky." He stood up and let Percy drag him off.

"There you are!" Molly shouted and smacked his shoulder then Percy's. "Come, eat," she noticed how drained M/n... But shrugged it off. "Oh, my smart boy!" Arthur shouts ruffling his hair before pressing a kiss at his hairline. "Come, I brought a new crossword for you and a dictionary. My co-worker wanted to burn it but I knew it'll be just right for you." As a Weasley, being Gryffindor was a family pride. To Molly, having a son who didn't have such qualities to be one, there was constant fear he would be a dark wizard of harm to others for his own sake.

Arthur knew this, and decided to love the boy for the both of them as M/n noticed the change quickly after returning home for break. Percy noticed the slight smile as he gently ran his fingers over the distressed book. "Thanks, pa." He leaned forward and kissed his cheek and sneakily took a sip of coffee; earning a light smack from their mother. "No, no coffee for you boy."

They ate then off to Hogwarts.

Fred and George ran after playing their little prank. Then a boy came, confused. M/n stared for a bit before gesturing him closer and pointed to his mother, becking him to speak. The boy was confused but did so. Molly smiled and talked before turning to Percy who gently held his wrist to make sure he didn't wander off. "Percy, off you go," Percy lightly shook his hand getting his brother's attention. "M/n, don't wander off. Stay by your brother's side." M/n simply nodded as he had not once spoken to his mother since she changed.

The two arrived at the station, Percy didn't often care that he dragged his brother with him. All Ravenclaws had someone to ground them, to care for them, or to just be supported. Percy was M/n's.

"Come now," Percy walked to a cart as the train began to move. "Here." He handed the boy his hand. "Thanks, Perce." He pointed the wand to his head and whispered a spell, Percy caught his body as it slumped down.

"Have a good rest."

Part one of many.

[cc-cobalt-1043]

All I want for Christmas is you (a bad batch modern au) chapter 2: Christmas Market

Ages:

Hunter: 30

Omega: 10

Cynthia: 14

Sarah and James: 8

Boba: 13

Joey: 10

Daniel: 8

With plans for the Christmas party underway Hunter decided to treat the kids to a day looking at the Christmas Market.

The others all dropped the kids off with him and after a couple of quick bathroom trips they began walking down to the metro station, from there they'd take the metro into the town Square where the market was located.

Hunter looked to check on the kids, Sarah (who was holding his hand) held onto James' hand, the two talking about what they were going to get from the market, Boba and Joey were in a debate about something Hunter wasn't sure of and Daniel was explaining to Omega the metro system with Omega paying apt attention, Cynthia watching the pair of them to make sure they didn't wander off.

"Did you know these metros have been in development for the last couple of years but only just entered service last week...they were built to be even faster than the last ones...did you know the last ones were in service for forty years before being withdrawn..." Daniel rambled, Omega giggling fondly as he rambled.

Joey chuckled.

"She's gonna be an expert on trains in no time." He laughed.

Hunter chuckled.

"She's gonna be telling me all this later." He said grinning.

They got to the station and Hunter bought the tickets for the metro.

They waited patiently for it to arrive and once it did they got on.

They all found seats and sat down.

After about half an hour the metro stopped at the station they needed and got off.

They walked through the station and went up the stairs, emerging into the market.

Omega looked around in awe taking in the festive atmosphere of the market and Hunter smiled when he saw the look on her face.

"Like what you see Mega?" Hunter asked.

"it's amazing." Omega nodded.

Hunter smiled and led the kids into the market.

The kids were all in awe at the numerous stalls currently taking up the town square the smells of the different foods as well as things from some of the other stalls filled their nostrils.

"Wow Hunter, this is so cool." Omega said.

"Yeah, 99 took me and the guys here when we were younger, so I want to carry on that tradition with you guys, Cmon let's have a look around." Hunter smiled before leading the kids into the market.

The kids had all been given some money by their parents to buy something from the market, they bought a few Christmas themed items and Omega also got Hunter a black and red santa hat which he was never taking off.

They were just getting ready to head back when a delicious smell caught Hunter's nostrils.

He looked and saw a stall selling some delicious crumbles, the options were apple, cherry, rhubarb, and a mince pie crumble which Hunter was fascinated by.

The kids looked at each other confused as to why Hunter has stopped.

"Uncle Hunter, what is it?" James asked.

"How would you kids feel about getting some crumbles, my treat." Hunter said.

The kids all cheered and practically dragged Hunter over to the stall.

The woman looked up and smiled warmly as Hunter and the gaggle of kids approached.

"Hello sir, what can I do for you?" She asked.

"We're thinking about getting some crumbles, could you tell the kids the flavours please?" Hunter asked.

The lady looked at the kids who smiled at her.

"Well the flavours are apple, cherry, Rhubarb and mince pie, and they either come with custard or ice cream whichever you'd like." The lady (Hunter read her name tag and saw it was Lavender) said smiling warmly at the kids.

The kids were all in thought for a moment before placing their orders.

Joey and James both chose Apple crumble, Joey got ice cream with his and James got custard, Sarah and Boba both got cherry crumbles with custard and Hunter, Cynthia, Omega and Daniel picked mince pie crumbles, Cynthia got ice cream with hers while the others got custard.

After thanking and paying Lavender (and Hunter also exchanging phone numbers with her) the group began heading back to the metro station eating their crumbles as they walked.

Hunter took a bite of his crumble and was amazed at how good it was, the fruits and the custard went splendidly together creating an amazing flavour that tasted amazing to his taste buds.

"What do you kids think?" Hunter asked looking back and seeing the kids tucking into theirs.

"So good, I can't believe someone can make something this nice." Omega said wiping some custard off her chin.

Hunter chuckled and kept eating.

By the time they got off the metro and were walking home the kids were exhausted.

Boba (who had been giving Daniel a piggy back ride since they got the crumble) was supporting a fast asleep Daniel on his shoulders, Sarah and James very much like Daniel had also fallen asleep on the metro home, Sarah was resting on Hunter's shoulders using his head as a pillow meanwhile Cynthia carried James who still had some traces of apple and custard on his chin, Joey and Omega walked slightly sluggishly behind him yawning occasionally as they walked.

Hunter smiled as he drank in the domestic scene, memories of when he and the others along with 99 and occasionally Rex and Cody went to the market and came home similarly tired but feeling merry all the same.

No Hunter would never give up these family moments for anything.

[simpleeshea]

On the Clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! reader

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Chapter 6

Can't catch a break.

It's Thursday. I know I joke about hating Wednesdays... but Thursdays are truly the worst. As much as I hate putting things away on shelves, I hate working alone more. Darren is actually supposed to be working on Thursdays with me but he's a teenage boy, aka unreliable. But it's not like I can go find him and drag his ass into work. I don't blame him for not wanting to work. If I had the option to stay at home all week I would. You're only seventeen once, and if my parents would have made me get a job in the summer that I was seventeen, I would have rioted. Back then I had a stronger resolve. However... I think living on my own has dulled my senses to nearly anything. It could be all the drinking and smoking too though.

This was day one of two in the week that I had to work without Wilbur. But Thursdays were especially worse for many reasons.

One: Daxton never shows up on Thursdays. If he does then he doesn't actually help in any way. He just sits in the storage closet and gets high while I do all of his work for him.

Two: It's not Friday. At least on Fridays, I have the motivation because I know that it's the last day of the week I have to work.

Three: For whatever reason, the store is always super busy on these days.

My phone was sitting behind the counter on the charger that we keep for me and Wilbur to use at the store. My charger at my apartment broke last night so I was stuck with a dead phone on the way to work this morning. It was a miracle that I woke up on my own without my phone alarm.

The store was bustling with people walking in and out, the door chime ringing loudly to seemingly mock my workload. I could see slushie juice from the machine dripping onto the floor from the corner of my eyes while I rang up a customer's final item. I could feel my eyes begin to twitch annoyingly from the stress that working alone brought. I made a mental note to clean up the slushie machine and the floor below it when I got the chance later.

"How many of those can I get for this?" A shaggy-looking man placed down a handful of change on the counter as he pointed toward a package of snuff.

I cringed before asking "How much change is sitting there?"

"Can you not count?" He asked rudely.

"Can you?" I asked before I began to count the change to which he swooped it away from me and cussed me out under his breath.

I let out a small sigh but quickly got over it as I helped the next person by answering their questions about which scratch-offs I thought would be the best to buy. When I was trained for this position by Wilbur, he always told me to tell them the most expensive ones were the best. It wasn't like the customer paying more necessarily made me more money, so I wasn't sure why it really mattered, But I told the man the most expensive ones were the best nonetheless.

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It was later in the day and I had finally gotten the chance to rest and check my phone. Apparently, it was still dead because I couldn't get it to turn on. I groaned loudly at the finally empty store before unplugging my phone and stuffing it in my coat pocket. I pulled out my chair and sat behind the counter with my chin slumped against the cool surface of the tabletop. I could hear the slushie machine whirling in the background. It had been a bitch to clean up earlier, my hands had gotten sticky and were annoying to clean off. My eyes floated across the store, eyeing the security cameras that weren't actually working and were only there for show. You'd think that it would be more dangerous working at a gas station in the middle of nowhere... but I guess that's why Manager Ken left us a gun right under the counter for our protection.

I turned in my chair looking at the swear jars. I opened up the lid to Darrel's jar and the one to mine and Wilbur's. I began to scoop out change from Wilbur's and began to place it in the stupid kids, doing the same with my own. I tried to make sure I put an even amount of mine and Wilbur's into David's jar but I knew it wasn't going to be perfect simply because I was too lazy to count up the change.

You couldn't blame me. It wasn't like I did this to every teenager that has ever worked with Wilbur and me... Just the ones that were assholes. Besides, the kid didn't work enough days to actually earn a swear jar. I'm surprised Manager Ken actually lets him participate. Maybe he thought it would have given him a chance to win... it doesn't really matter. It's just more quarters for the winner to collect at the end of the month.

Speaking of money, I needed to check and see how much I had but my phone was still dead as a doornail so I couldn't check my bank account.

Work was boring without Wilbur or his tall tales of a life his fictional self is living, a life with swords and armor, betrayal and explosions... many, many explosions. Or so I've been told. He hasn't mentioned more than a few since he began telling me about his book. I was excited to see where this story was going, and I wondered if the Tommy that Wilbur writes to is just like the one in his book. Someday I'd like to meet Tommy. Wilbur doesn't like to talk about him, or anyone from his past really, but he seems to care greatly for him.

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I opened up a new charger and threw the trash on my apartment bed before diving for the wall port to plug my phone in. As I heard my phone chime to let me know it was charging, I sank into my bed. It was late and my eyes were slowly struggling to stay open. One moment I was awake and the next I wasn't.

I woke to the sound of my alarm the next morning and rolled over to look at my phone. I scrolled through all of the notifications before I noticed an email from 7 a.m. yesterday morning. It was from the coffee shop I applied for a job at. Anxiously, I clicked on the notification before inputting my password and stopping to read what had been sent.

Dear Y/n L/n,

We would like to ask you to return for a second interview at some point this month. It is mostly to discuss your available work schedule. If you agree to attend, you will most likely be getting the job; however, the sooner you apply to this email the more likely you are to fill in the position before someone else does.

Sincerely,

Star's Coffee and Bakery.

Please respond in the next 24 hours to confirm your second interview.

It had been well over 24 hours. I quickly typed up a polite response asking if a second interview was still available and hit send before rolling out of bed and heading toward my shower.

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It was another long and boring day. This time though, I had Dexter to help out. I ended up leaving work earlier than normal today and leaving him to clean up and close for the night. I checked my email and I still didn't have a response. I sighed before pulling out my new box of cigarettes and opening it up. Maybe I wouldn't be so broke if I just quit smoking. I tapped around on my phone as I stood outside my apartment smoking my cigarette and reveling in the feeling it gave me for just a moment. I hated how short-lived the feeling was, which only egged me on further to smoke more. I was stuck chasing the feeling of some short-lived high, and I knew that I would be for the rest of my life. My thumbs padded through my phone before coming across a name in my contacts: Wilbur.

Y/n:

Hey.

I typed it out quickly before hitting send. I closed my phone and put it in my pocket expecting to wait a while for a response considering that it was late at night on a Friday.

My phone, however, dinged quickly in response.

Wilbur:

Hey.

What's up?

Y/n:

Nothing much really. I'm just super bored.

Wilbur:

Glad to know that you find me entertaining.

Y/n:

🙄incredibly entertaining

I stared at my phone in silence as I watched Wilbur's typing bubbles appear before slowly disappearing. I watched for a moment more, debating on whether I should say something else before Wilbur began to type again.

Wilbur:

Any weekend plans?

Y/n:

Dying inside.

You?

Wilbur:

Working like always.

Y/n:

Do you think we'll be working at that gas station forever?

Wilbur:

Me? Yes. You? No.

Y/n:

Why me no and you yes?

Wilbur:

Because you actually have goals and desires.

Y/n:

Surely you have goals and desires too 😂

I mean you are writing a book.

That seems like a goal

Wilbur started to type again but the bubbles went away. This time they didn't come back. I couldn't help but feel like I had said something wrong. I stared back at those messages for hours wishing that I had said something else to better the conversation.

Before going to bed I inevitably decided I should tell him goodnight because maybe he had read the message and got busy and forgotten to respond.

Y/n:

Goodnight.

I turned my phone over on its face for the night and snuggled up into my blankets before quickly falling asleep.

[zacharyja]

Sunday, June 9, 2024

Osaka Day Trip - Dotonbori, America-mura, and Shinsekai

Today began at about the same as most days, 10am wake up time followed by a shower and getting dressed followed by conbini breakfast and then our day begins. We headed over to the train station to make our way to Osaka, and hopped on the Hankyu Kyoto line which goes straight to Osaka-Umeda station. The train itself was pretty nice, as it seemed decently new and had a cool little rock garden-esque nook midway through the train car.

After getting to Osaka, we hopped on another train to get to the Nanba Yasaka Shrine, which was only about a 10 minute train ride from here. I had not thought this shrine would be as impressive as it is, but seeing it in person was pretty incredible. The sheer size of the lion statue, called “Shishiden” was amazing to see in person. The lion with his mouth agape is said to swallow evil spirits, and many people come here hoping for academic improvement, job offers and success in examinations. Though the exact date of when this shrine was founded is not known, according to legend it dates back to Emperor Nintoku’s rule in the 4th century.

Once we had spent our fair share of time at the shrine, we walked back to the main Dotonbori area, which is hands down the busiest and most well known area in Osaka. There are so many shops and restaurants and things to do here that it gets a bit overwhelming at times. One thing that really sticks out here is the massive Don Quijote store, which includes a huge ferris wheel that has not been running the past 2 times i’ve been here so i don’t know what that’s about. We browsed around for a while and leisurely walked through the streets until we had worked up an appetite and wanted to get some lunch. We walked by a place that looked decently cheap and tasty and after looking at the menu for a bit outside one of the employees came out to greet us and lead us upstairs to the restaurant.

Once inside the vibes were not amazing and after taking a look at the menu in the restaurant we realized they trolled us and had higher prices inside than were advertised. This was not a massive issue but what was an issue was when we ordered our food and it looked nothing like the photo. They surprisingly trolled us again and brought out what would be probably the worst meal i’ve eaten in all of Japan. I also do not get the hype about Okonomiyaki, as cabbage, dough sauce and bonito flakes honestly leaves a lot to be desired. My food was not very good at all and somehow they managed to make even the rice taste weird. To top it all off this ended up being the most expensive single meal we have ordered thus far, which is insane considering I literally ate wagyu beef last night. Lesson learned - do not get trolled by sneaky restaurant employees.

After our subpar meal, we walked around the area for a bit longer before heading over to the America-mura neighborhood area. This neighborhood is famous for being a hub of youth and western oriented culture, including the likes of street art, small independent galleries and cafes, as well as thrift and vintage stores. I enjoyed this area a lot and thought it was pretty cool to walk around in. The stores were interesting but I always go back to the same issue of not understanding why Japanese people only want to buy American clothes, as all of the thrift stores solely carry items from America. I probably see more people wearing US college merchandise in Japan than I see on my own college campus back in Gainesville. We also stumbled upon a store called “Florida” which was a thrift store that had a curated selection of secondhand clothing. One item in particular that stuck out to me was a random T-shirt from the Don Garlits drag racing museum in Ocala, which I pass by every time I drive to and from my parents house to Gainesville.

After this we made our way back over to Dotonbori and found ourselves randomly at a Purikura place, which is a popular type of photo booth with the Japanese youth. Many of them have extreme filters on the photos and make you look as “beautiful” as possible, which is a pretty foreign thing to Americans as we do not really edit our photos this much and it just looks silly. Though that sentiment is not shared here and it is seemingly taken a bit more serious and seen as cute.

Following this, we decided to head over to Shinsekai, which is now a famous shopping and eating area. Though it once served as a gathering place for laborers who rebuilt Osaka after World War II. It is interesting to see how things like that can go from something so simple and unintentionally turn into something as massive and popular as this street.

I enjoyed walking through here and seeing everything in the area. There were a ton of cool buildings here and far too many restaurants to count, though I was intrigued as to why most of them were Yakitori places. Once we got a bit hungry we found a quaint little restaurant which looked promising. It was a Yakitori place and so we ordered a bunch of small dishes, including gyoza, croquettes, and kushikatsu. The food was pretty decent but the Japanese croquettes definitely took the cake for the best item.

Once we finished dinner, we walked back to the Dotonbori area to see about finding a specific ice cream place that I had found online called “Cremia” which is apparently made with milk from Hokkaido, which has a mild vanilla like flavor and makes for amazingly soft and delicious ice cream thanks to the high milk fat content. Not to mention the cone was unlike anything I have tried before, it is considered similar to langue de chat, which I have not heard of before but it tasted phenomenal. After eating the ice cream we walked around Dotonbori for a while and made our way to find some sort of sit down place to chill and hangout for a bit.

We first walked into a reptile cafe, which in theory looked pretty cool, as the entire store was filled with tons of different reptiles, ranging from green anacondas, to iguanas, to pythons and so much more. They also had a wild assortment of items on the menu with the likes of tarantulas, emu, raven, and gecko meat. I was not feeling very adventurous and it cost ¥1000 to get in, on top of having to pay another ¥1000 for a required drink it did not seem worth it to us so we turned around to find somewhere else. Once back on the street we saw an interesting looking cafe which had gothic looking girls as the bartenders/employees. This was interesting and we walked all the way here for the reptile place just to be let down that we decided to check out the goth cafe. This was a decently fun experience, and much better than the previous maid cafe that I went to, which got a bit weird when they referred to us guys as "Master". Though here they did not really do any of that and it was more just like extra friendly bartenders who chatted with you the whole time. The language barrier was a bit of a hurdle but they were more than happy to try and figure it out and I was actually surprised by how far I have come in my confidence level with speaking Japanese, as I was able to hold a decent conversation with them. It was also nothing that a little google translate couldn't help, and it is always fun interacting with Japanese locals.

After the cafe, we made our way back to the train station and headed back to Kyoto. Once back in Kyoto we grabbed some Gyudon for a late night snack and then ran over to Round one for some Maimai before they closed. That pretty much concludes my night, sorry for the long blog post today was very busy!

[sakurachan7734]

where are you?………..

( this is when the foundation start to find and capture everybody)

Max pov

It was really strange that Jackson and Sarah disappeared suddenly I want to go look for them but after Jackson and Sarah went missing but my parents don’t want me being outside the house unless one of them is there with me so I decided to sneak out and try and find Jackson and Sarah I just have to wait for mom and dad to go to sleep

A few hours later lanky and Larry went to sleep and max sneaked out from his bedroom window 

Max: ok so now to find Jackson and Sarah

Max left the mountain and went into the city he knew that he can’t ask people around if they seen them after all, they are monsters or that’s what everybody says

Max: ok so I guess I will look at the park first Sarah loves being there and then I will look at the train station for Jackson  

Max:* ran around the park* Sarah where are you?! Come out come out wherever you are!!!

Max: Sarah,Jackson!!!!

Max: come on, come out this isn’t funny!!! 

Max:* notices something near the lake* What is that? 

Max:* walks to the lake and sees that it is Sarah‘s helmet and Jackson’s jacket* no no no NO this can’t be what I think it is there is not way they are dead they can’t be!!! * picks up the helmet and jacket* at least I hope they aren’t dead…….

Meanwhile, with Jackson and Sarah ( they are in the Foundation but they’re trying to escape and since they haven’t captured Max yet Sarah will be referred to as SCP 1096–2)

InterCon: SCP 1096-1 AND SCP 1096-2 ARE GOING TO GATE A GET ALL THE NEARBY MTF GUARDS OVER TO GATE A IMMEDIATELY DO NOT LET THEM CROSS THE BRIDGE!!!

Jackson:* holding Sarah* shhh is going to be OK Sarah we’re gonna get out of here I’ll make sure nothing will hurt you big brother will make sure you are safe

Sarah:* sobbing*

Guard:* grabs Jackson by the arm* oh, no, you’re not!!!

Jackson kicks the guard in the leg and tries to run away but gets contained by the other  Guards nearby 

Meanwhile with the 05

05-1: so these to things were created by SCP 096 and SCP 106?

05-4: yes sir we already have a cell for scp 1096-1 but we don’t have one ready for SCP 1096–2 

05-7: should we have them share a cell until we  have one ready for SCP 1096–2? 

05-1: I mean, we really have no other choice, because the only other empty cells are SCP 049s cell, SCP 035s cell, SCP 096s cell, SCP 106s cell, SCP 079s cell and SCP 682s cell and SCP 1096–1 appears to be about 16 years old and could probably be in a cell alone with Guards, watching him but SCP 1096-2 on the other hand appears to be about two years old and cannot be left unattended and it seems like they are siblings 

05-7: well the guards did report hearing SCP, 1096–1 say “ I’ll make sure nothing hurts you big brother is going to make sure you are safe”

Meanwhile with Jackson and Sarah

Jackson:* hugging Sarah* shh Sarah big brother is right here with you I will make sure that you are safe

Sarah:* sobbing*

Jackson:* looks at the guards* so are you gonna let us out?

Guard 1: no can-do sorry buddy 

Jackson: don’t you even f**king think about calling me buddy 

Guard 1:well, sorry but you cannot be let out you’re staying here forever 

Jackson: and why is that what do we ever do?

Guard 2: you guys are dangerous monsters  that have been reported being seen murdering people 

Jackson: well, I know me and my brother did that, but what did my sister ever do?

Guard 2: the same exact things you did just not actually killing them We will have you two tested in the morning.

Jackson: for what?

 guard 1: you will see

Meanwhile with max

Max pov

I’m now starting to think Jackson and Sarah are dead I’ve looked for them everywhere, and I can’t find them what the hell do I tell my parents That they’re dead?! I decided to put the helmet and jacket in my pocket dimension and I was starting to walk home then I felt something go over my head and I was dragged to a car of some sorts 

Max:* kicking* LET ME GO

MTF: well now we got till the 05 that there is a third one

Max:* mind* what?

To be continued……

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Chapter 9 - Supernatural kind of love. Episode 3.

Evan: *During coffee the questions about the new band and my life had taken a turn towards whether or not I was still single, or if I had finally found someone to settle down with. I hate lying, even little white lies, so of course I had tried to dodge the question, leading the conversation in different directions, as I didn't feel comfortable enough to share my secret yet. But as my mom had made a comment about just wanting to see me happy with the right girl, Andy grabbed my hand, which was planted next to my plate on the table, softly caressing the back of my hand with his thumb. By now this came so natural to me, that I didn't even notice, until I felt Lily and Rose starring at me. My parents on the other hand hadn't noticed, but I quickly retrieved my hand, got up and walked fast towards the kitchen, Andy not far behind me. He caught up with me as I leaned over the kitchen sink, I felt like all the cookies and coffee were going to come up again. But as he gently turned me around and placed his hands on my cheeks, I felt at ease. He told me no one had really noticed, and if I felt better about it, we didn't have to tell them a single word. He could pretend to be just my friend until we were to leave again, as long as it would be within the next 24 hours. I had chuckled a bit at his comment, and as he leaned in to kiss me gently, I answered his kiss, wrapping my arms around him. But just as I felt his kiss wash away all my fears, the peace he gave me got pierced by the sound of a coffee cup shattering against the kitchen floor. And as I turned, my whole family stood there, observing me in Andy's arms, with a look of horror and confusion written on their faces. No one said or did anything, until my dad finally cleared his throat, turned around and walked back into the living room like he was trying to rewind time. I felt my whole body 50 kilos heavier, and my legs like jello. I didn't say or do anything as Andy grabbed me by the hand and dragged me back to my seat. For something that felt like an eternity, no one said anything. And first one to speak, was not surprisingly Lily. She made a quick comment something along the lines off 'so, you are into dicks now?!' My mom as a reply coughed some coffee out her nose, followed up by a glare towards Lily.

Luckily Andy agreed, and he quickly called a cab. While waiting for it to arrive, my dad had shown up with a blanket he had layed over my shoulders, and he has packed a bag with my jacket, boots, a dry sweater, dry socks, dry pants and a couple of sandwhiches alongside a thermo bottle with hot coffee and a plastic cup. The last thing I heard him say, since the girls of the family were either crying or not present, were 'call us when you come to your senses, but know we still love you.' I had seen the inner fight Andy had held back, doing his very best to prevent his fist from landing in my dads face. His answer on the other hand had been cold as ice. 'Dont you worry Mr Tompson, I will take good care of your son!' On the way home he had convinced me to change to the dry clothes, even if I would rather had thrown it out of the window. He had also managed to convince me to drink some of the coffee to heat up and prevent me from getting a cold or something worse. And he had even convinced the taxi driver not only to pull over at a pharmacy to get some bandages for my knee that had gotten a big bloody bruise after the fall, but also to not drop us off at the train station, but instead drive us all the way home. Most roads were cleared from the worst snow anyway at that point, and although Andy's car had been burried in snow, he quickly over phone convinced Gizmo and one of his friends to drive out there and pick it up, so we didnt have to face my parents again. At least until now that is.*