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Both of them? pt. II
[summary] : Wednesday and Enid find out about what happened with You the night before and let's just say, they are not happy
[pairings]: Wenclair x Reader
[Warnings]: Swearing, it's in the middle of the night so i'm not sure what's happening
A/N: it's verryy short, but i had along day. so i'm pretty tired. Sorry. :/
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The next day you woke up to the shower running in the bathroom, although you paid no mind to it. You slowly sat up, looking at your surroundings. You pick your phone up to check the time.
9:00 am
It was a Saturday morning so it didn’t really matter. What made you jolt out of bed was seeing a couple missed calls from Enid and, surprisingly, Wednesday. “ Whoa. Slow down, sleepy head. What's up? “ said Ajax, who you didn’t know was out of the bathroom.
“Uh, It’s Wednesday and Enid. I got a couple missed calls from them” You said as you hurriedly started putting on your coat.
“ Okay, cool. But do you know the way to their dorm? I mean i’m assuming you are going there” He said while sitting down on his bed, looking at you.
“ Fuck. Right. No, i-i don’t. “ You sit down beside him, looking down at your boots.
He hums and nods his head “ I can show you. If you’d like?” You looked at him, surprised.
“ oh-oh. Thanks, Ajax! “ You smile at him and get up, going towards the door.
He follows you and starts walking with you towards Ophelia Hall “ How long have you been friends with them? “ Ajax says, trying to create small talk.
“ About a year or so “ You replied, trying not to bump into anyone. “ Why? “
“ Just asking. Hey, so would you like to meet up with me and Yoko sometime? You seem cool “ He says, smiling a little.
“ I can’t see why not. “ You let out a small laugh. You guys slowly arrive to Wednesday and Enid’s dorm. “ Oh, this is it? “
“ Yeah. Good luck, Y/N “ He starts walking away when you say, “ Thanks for letting me crash at your dorm ! “
He smiles at you and nods then walks away. You turn around, facing the door. You sigh and lift up your fist and knock. A couple seconds later the door opens, revealing Enid. When she sees you she jumps a little and runs to hug you.” Oh my god, Y/N! I was so worried about you! You didn’t come to the movie night AND didn’t call back. What happened?”
She lets go of you and you look away, trying to hide your reddening cheeks “ Uh, sorry. Something came up “
She signals you to go inside with her and you do so, seeing Wednesday waiting for you two “ Something came up? What do you mean? Family problems? “ Said Enid as she walked over to Wednesday to stand beside her as they waited for your response.
“ uh. No. Just…….things “ You smile awkwardly at them.
“ How did you get into the school? “ Wednesday finally spoke up as she looked you dead in the eye.
“ What? “
“ Normies can’t get into the school without permission. So how did you get in and get here to our dorm without getting caught ?” She said, looking at you suspiciously.
“Well, A-Ajax…he helped me get here and also Yoko. They let me sleep in their dorm last night. “ You said before even thinking.
“ So you were here last night “ Enid looked at you two talking, curious about what’s going to happen but also about why you were acting like you were.
“ W-well, yeah. But- “ You didn't get to finish, because Wednesday went up to you and sat you down on her bed.
“ Spill “ She demanded, glaring at you like she always does.
You tell them everything that happened last night while looking down at the wooden floor, trying to hide your red face. When you finish you look up at them to see them both with wide eyes. Staring at you.
“Wait, those are Ajax’s clothes? “ Wednesday asked “ You are still wearing them? Why? “ She looks at Enid with still wide eyes. “ Enid call Yoko and Ajax and tell them we have some…talking to do. “ She says through gritted teeth.
“Okayyy, I suggest you calm down, Wednesday. You know, before someone gets hurt? “ Enid says as she walks up to you guys.
“ I-I don’t understand. Are Ajax and Yoko bad people? Was I not supposed to talk to them? They seem pretty nice to me. “ You ask, confused and not knowing what’s going on.
“ No, no, Y/N. They are nice people. Weds is just grumpy in the morning. Right, Weds? “
You nod, completely oblivious.
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Unexpected Expected Guest
Killmonger X BLACK!FEM!reader.
WARNINGS :SMUT, slight spiritualism, vampire/ghost!killmonger,profanities(obvi), use of the Nword, all that spooky Halloween shit too lmao.
Summary :reader is curious about the history of the house she just moved into, so she digs deep into it with the help of google and her “witch” friend.
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3:00 AM, 𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐨𝐜𝐭 31𝐬𝐭.
My clock read, making me sigh in annoyance. I sucked my teeth "this shit do not work, takin' my ass to bed" I mumbled to myself, blowing out the candles I had lit about an hour ago, all seven of them sitting in a circle around a destroyed picture.
The picture contained a man, his face scribbled out completely with all of the corners of the Polaroid ripped. I found the picture laying around just outside of my door, sitting there on my porch.
since then I never stopped obsessing over it. I've had reoccurring dreams, waking up in a pool of sweat because of how every dream ended. With me getting bit by some creature, the unknown being sucking the life out of me with its sharp fangs. Worse part is that I enjoyed the image, not only the image, but the feeling.
You could clearly tell the picture was old, along with proof on the back of it, a date being written out.
'1965' it read, my curiosity becoming overwhelming.
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𝐒𝐚𝐭, 𝐨𝐜𝐭 25𝐭𝐡.
"That's weird right? Like who just leaves a picture on a strangers doorstep" I spoke to my friend 'Eboni' while wiping down my kitchens counters
"okay, hear me out Y/N, I know you don't do that witchy shit, but that ain't no mistake. somebodies trynna get your attention" I heard my friend from the other side, her conclusion making me roll my eyes and shake my head.
"Eboni, if you think I'm finna 'call upon' a random ass nigga you out of yo damn mind! He can kiss my ass and stay where the fuck he at!" I argued, my dishwashers door falling open with a loud 'bang', the sound of my plates clicking together accompanying the startling sound, all of it happening simultaneously to me ending my sentence.
I jumped back slightly and glared over at the appliance before walking over and closing it, continuing to listen to my friend.
"Y/N! This is serious! You know you just moved in and literally told me to my face that something was off, and you know after you got that picture it wasn't the first time you had a dream like that in that damn house. What if summoning it is the only way it'll leave? That shit is very possible, you know?"
I thought about it for a moment before groaning, stomping my feet as I walked into my living room
"...fine! Damn!".
I knew the trouble I was getting into, somewhat, but that didn't stop me. Just like how I knew there was something about this house before I moved in, which made me think back to the day I signed the papers for the five bedroom house. Thinking, the stories still didn't stop me.
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𝐓𝐮𝐞, 𝐀𝐮𝐠 12𝐭𝐡.
"So for legal reasons, before you sign this lease, I am supposed to tell you that somebody did pass in this house, which is why it's so cheap, but before you rip the paper up, this house has been blessed and saged from in and out! There was never any problems before, but we wanted to double check!" My realtor explained in her thick southern accent, smiling as I stared at her like she was crazy before looking back at the house.
"Um...what exactly happened to this person?" I asked, my eyebrows raising. The woman shrugged, still smiling widely "no idea! But I assure you the house is clean, it's been about 59 years since anything happened, make it 60 when halloween hits actually. A happy family has lived here for 2 years and now they wanna sell, so is it still a deal?" She asked and I sighed, thinking while looking down at the legal papers, a pen in hand.
"..yeah, deal" I spoke, signing the papers with a quick 'flick' of my wrist.
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3:33 AM, 𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐨𝐜𝐭 31𝐬𝐭.
I woke up in a sweat once again, turning over to look at my clock. '27 minutes of sleep without interruption. That's a record' I thought, a sudden pain striking my abdomen. "shit" I breathed. My clothes were damp against my skin, my thighs clenched tightly to make an attempt at trying to stop my second heart beat.
I looked back up at the ceiling, only to be surprised by the floating being; a man above me, his eyes glowing an electric blue as a sinister grin was plastered on his face, his fangs making the expression more prominent.
My eyebrows furrowed and my mouth widened before anything could come out, my expression beating my scream to the punch. "OH SHIT!" I scream at the top of my lungs, jumping up out of my bed.
I tripped over tangled covers while attempting to run for the door, tears already falling down my face. My hand made contact with the door handle, the limb immediately being jerked back as the metal knob glowed red with heat, burning my hand.
'SHIT!'.
I quickly turned, backing myself back against the door as I sobbed, crouching down and cowering.
the man nonchalantly sat on my dresser, crossing his legs. His clothes had a slick, elegant style to it, his body giving off a slight cologne scent that I could smell from where I was sitting. he was wearing a suit, the black blazer being open to show his plain, halfway opened, white button up, his pants being leather to match his black boots along with a literal chain and lock around his neck as an accessory.
"I like when you look scared, it’s cute" he spoke, an evil chuckle exiting his mouth as he watched me "who- who are you?" I stuttered, my body shaking intensely.
"Who am I? WHO. am. I?! You out here summoning niggas and don't even know they name? I could have been satan himself coming to personally drag you down to hell with me" he went on, jumping down from the wooden drawers and slowly inching his way over to me with a swaggered walk, his hands stuffed in his pocket.
"why, I'm the 'nigga' you've had imaginary beef with for like a month or so, but you can call me Kill, Killmonger, Erik, Daddy, whichever you prefer, doll” he responded and paused, looking down at me. “…Ya know, you talk a lot of shit for a mortal who can't fight" he teased, bending down into my face, shock being written all over my body language as my jaw hung low, my eyes being so wide that they could pop out like gum balls and my cheeks being stained with tears.
"Now what was that about me kissing your ass? I'd like to take up that offer since I'm here. in the flesh" he smiled, his pearly whites gleaming in the moonlight shining from my window.
"I-I-..I'm sorry...I didn't know you were real.." I cried quietly, his eyes rolling. "okay see, I purposely scared you earlier, but now you doing a little much" he leaned up, looking down at me as I wiped my tears, still shaking.
"Stop. shaking." he demanded, backing up as I was lifted out of my crouched position, the shock I already had ignoring the fact that it wasn't me who made my body move like that.
"I said stop." He snapped his fingers in front of my face, my body immediately stopping its movements with my heartbeat slowing down tremendously, my demeanor completely changing and becoming more chill.
I heard every beat of my heart in my ears, every pulse getting louder than the other.
"Much better. So now that I'm here, I wanna talk a little before I get to business. Any questions?" He asked, floating over to the end of my bed and sitting down, crossing his legs once again.
I carefully walk back over to my bed, sitting down as I try to comprehend the moment, yet it was like my brain wouldn’t let me on purpose.
"...what happened to you...and why are you still here?" I ask with almost zero thought behind it. He shrugged before answering. "don't know, honestly. Apparently I was murdered, but all I remember is waking up and BOOM!" He exclaimed loudly, leaning over to me while adding a dramatic pause "..I'm in hell" he stared, his eyes glowing once again before bursting into laughter, watching my terrified reaction "I'm joking. Dead people have amazing sense of humor dont we?" I blinked, still being confused.
He stopped laughing and his face straightened "...I didn't go to hell, obviously, and my ex girlfriend killed me. You can guess how" he explained and gestured to the chain around his neck. I nodded, finally understanding "okay...why?" I asked, the entity letting out a chuckle "let's just say I was very lucky with ladies"
I hummed, nodding again before tilting my head "...so why do you have a problem with me?"
He tilted his head back at me "Problem? I don't. It's not like I hate you or something, I just like fuckin’ around. ain't shit else to do when you're DEAD... but now that I'm HERE, I can finally be free, thanks to yo nosy ass and your witch ass friend" he smiled, his fangs making their third appearance tonight.
"Cool, it was nice talking to you then" I smiled slightly, a nervous feeling rising in my stomach as he shook his head 'no'
"Nah. I can't just...leave" he blinked "...whatchu mean? Yes you can" I squinted and he shook his head again "nope. I can't. See, you summoned me out of curiosity because your friend didn't give you enough information to execute this correctly, I'm guessing, and if I'm correct you didn't even read about me or either you didn't read enough. You want me to leave? Give me an offering" he explained.
"...fine. What do you want?" I asked with a slight attitude, being annoyed with how I actually had to work for him to leave.
He thought, humming "...bring me a body, a fresh body. I don't want anybody cold or dirty, so try not to bring me anyone with a drug or drinking pro-"
I interrupted him "wait— are you asking for a dead person?" My eyebrows knitted together in worry as I watched a smile fall upon his face, his teeth peeking out from under his lips
"Well..not dead exactly, I can do my own dirty work apart from getting them, I just need you to bring them to me. what'd you think I was asking for, silly?" He tilted his head with sarcasm, my head shaking.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that for you. I can't just go out and lure somebody in my house, that's disgusting!" he pouted and got up from the edge of the bed, turning to me with a sigh "well then there's no other way. too bad I gotta take you with me now" he leaned in, his eyes glowing a fear striking red now.
"Please! I'll do anything but that!" I screamed, backing up away from him, my back hitting the hard, wooden headboard. his movements paused as his eyes turned back to a midnight black, the red swirling around his iris before disappearing completely.
"Anything? And you mean anything, correct?" He asked and I nodded, a smirk carving in on his face as he began to chuckle, a deep voiced echo fallowing behind every laugh "why didn't you say that before, love?"
He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed, my night set being ripped apart from my bottoms to my bra without him moving a finger
My thoughts ran wild as he began kissing me roughly as if he had been starving for any type of physical touch. His skin was soft and warm, comforting in a sense as he grazed his fingertips across my bare stomach. his lips went from mine to my neck, laying tender kisses across my jawline and collarbones before licking his way back up. His tongue swirled around over places he had left a kiss until he had came up to my chin, the tip of his tongue flicking up once he finally got to the end.
Almost as if only seconds passed by, he had already been going down on me, roughly pulling me to the edge of the bed by my ankles and putting them up to the sky. he pinned my thighs to the mattress, cupping the underside of my knees before he began going to work, his warm tongue swirling around my clit at an agonizing slow pace. The tip of his tongue did figure eights on my bundle of nerves, making me gasp and arch my back, my reaction encouraging him to go faster with flicking his tongue.
As time went on, he began slipping fingers inside of me. First one, then two, then it was his tongue, slowly sliding them in and aiming upwards for my gspot. The pressure inside of me built up with every thrust of his fingers, my stomach sucking in. "Oh— fuck!" I moaned, air being caught in my throat as I leaned up a bit, looking down at him just to make eye contact with the man himself. He had been watching the whole time, watching how my body reacted to ever motion.
"cum for me?" He asked before attaching his lips back around my clit and humming, his eyelids lowering while the whites of his eyes gained a bright glow as I finally let go, not even being able to answer his question as I came all over his fingers, a loud gasp escaping my throat. He leaned up and my legs immediately clamped together, my orgasm still hitting hard for me as his fingers slid back out of my body. He looked down at me and licked his fingers clean, humming at the taste.
I breathed hard, trying to catch my breath "done?" I asked, trying to cover my body with my sheet, the material not budging from the bed "nope." He simply answered, kneeling on the bed and beginning to crawl closer to me.
I backed away hesitantly, my stomach steady churning with tension once I had made contact with the headboard.
"Stay still for me. You'll make a good partner for eternity" he mumbled quietly, smirking to himself.
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ACCIDENTAL LOVE
heres a long oneshot from me! i know my mind wouldnt process to make a series for this. i dont know how to feel about it. love you bebs
title was chosen by: @yvxmpire. its pretty long so get comfortable. there might be spelling errors. your girl needs school and Jesus🙏🏾
shuri x black!fem!reader
warning: flirtatious activity?
word count: 1 926. (i think)
02:22 AM
you woke up in the middle of the night. typical. you felt dehydrated since you hadn't drank liquids the whole day yesterday. you got up and put on your light purple pyjama pants and a white tank top and stepped out to go grab a glass of water.
as you made your way to the elevator, your eyes shifted towards the lab on the right. you walked in feelings curious.
"I'm sure no one is in there."
you thought to yourself. As you opened the door, you happened to forget about Griot and his habit of announcing everything.
"Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived."
"Wait, the princess is here?"
you thought to yourself more baffled. You still walked in, thinking she might not actually be in here, due to the time. You saw Shuri turn her head towards the door where you soon entered. She shot you a grin which made you wonder what it could mean. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't think anyone was in here..." you said hesitantly. You noticed there was a song playing in the background but you would not be able to hear it outside of the lab since its soundproof.
"Oh, y/n, were you going to get a glass of water again?" She said looking you up and down with a deep, raspy voice. You swear you looked like the ripest red tomato ever at that comment. How did she know I was thirsty? "Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disturb you, I'll-" You said apologetically.
"No, its okay, really. I have a bottle of water in my mini fridge over there. Feel free." She said with a smile etched on her beautifully carved face.
You couldn't lie to yourself. You had a bit of a crush on the princess. OKAY FINE. A HUGE crush on the princess. It got to the point where you had small talks with Queen Mother (who was basically your second mom) about your feelings for Shuri. You knew she wouldn't feel the same way so you just-
"Y/N?" Shuri spoke in a worried voice. You quickly snapped out of your own delusional thoughts and back into reality again. She looked at you with these eyes that made you heart skip a beat. or two. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking and thank you." You went to Shuri's mini fridge located near Shuri's desk. As you grabbed it and thanked Shuri starting to walk off, she grabbed a hold of your hand gently which made spin towards her direction. "Y/N, try to stop this habit of waking up in the middle of the night because you hadn't drank any liquids the whole day. Promise me?" She said with a worried expression plastered on her face, waiting on your response. She noticed how flustered you were and smirked. "Uh, pro-promise." You said barely getting the words out of your damn mouth. Focus Y/N. She let your hand go and as you started to walk away, she followed you. As you walked out of the lab, she locked the door behind her. She made her way to her room, located in the same hallway as yours. She shot you finger guns with a full fledged smile and close the door behind.
"Bast help me."
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07:11 AM
"Good morning, Miss Y/N. You are request by Queen Ramonda in the dining hall at 8:00 AM." Griot announced. Your sleep was interrupted, forcing you to get up and get ready. "UGH, IT'S SO EARLYYY" regardless, you slumped your way out bed. you fell out of bed on the floor with a loud thump. "AH, SHI" you almost swore loudly for the whole castle to hear you.
You headed to your ridiculously large bathroom and got ready. You always over-dressed to everything you attend. You decided to be simple today. But your definition of simple was... detable. So you forced yourself to stay away from that side of the closet.
You wore a green sweatpants set with small gold hoop earrings, which brought out your eyes. You tied your back with two little pieces hanging in front of your eyes. You had one final look in the mirror and winked, happy with the final product.
You walked out of your bedroom closing the door behind it and made your way to the elevator. As you walked, you looked to your right facing the lab, recalling the events that happened not so long ago, 5 hours ago actually. You happened to remember what a fool you made of yourself infront of Shuri.
"Classic y/n."
you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts not even noticing the princess herself waving her hand try to get your attention from whatever you were thinking. "Bast, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I must be hungry." You said with a small apologetic smile etched on your face. She was quick to respond with a "no problem" smile on your face. You both walked into the elevator. As it started moving, there was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Shuri spoke up which startled you.
"Don't you think your overdressed?"
she said as she eyed up and down with a smirk until her gaze made its way to your eyes. You tried to build up some confidence which was pretty difficult under her intense gaze.
"This was the best I could do. You know I have a problem, princess."
Oop- where did all that confidence come from girl? She looked a bit flustered at the term you used for her. Everyone calls her this but she always liked the way you said it.
You both soon reached the dining hall and walked out, her leading to find Queen Ramonda sitting down already, probably waiting for the two of you. She smiled at the sight in front of her considering the stuff you two talked about. You made your way to the seat assigned to you and got comfortable. Shuri switfly sat next to you and smirked. You had no idea why but you tried to hide your confusion.
"Good morning, Queen Mother."
"Good morning, y/n my darling"
"Good morning, Mother"
"Good morning, lovely daughter, so glad you could join us."
Shuri only comes to breakfast once in a blue moon. She usually orders for the food to be brought to the lab, where she spends most of her time, practically hibernating in there.
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14:44 PM
You and the Queen were sitting out in the garden next to eachother facing the wall covered in Wakandan art. It was truly a beautiful sight to you both.
You and the queen have been very close practically since your birth. The queen and your mother have been best friends since high school. After giving birth to you unfortunately, she died soon after. Since then, Ramonda took you in and raised you as your own. She was like the mother you never had... Wait-
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.
"So Y/N, Griot informed me of your little encounter in the dear early hours of the morning with Shuri"
"Ohhh yeah, it was nothing, just needed a glass of water. I was thirsty and just HAPPENED to let my curiosity get the best of me. No big deal."
"She likes you." was all that came out of the Queen's mouth. Those 3 words quickly brought your attention towards her.
"She hasn't said it but from the looks of it, I can easily tell she feels the same way. I would be happy if I were you."
You couldn't help the smile that was slowly appearing on your sunkissed face. Ramonda was quick to notice and giggled at your reaction which made you lose the smile and be more serious and contain yourself.
"I can't get my hopes up. She might just be like this in a way as friends. I don't want to ruin our friendship with my feelings for her. And I don't need her finding out. Too risky, don't you think Queen Mother? I love her but I'm scared."
You whispered the last part. You were so deep in your conversation not hearing footsteps approach you and a deep, sly-like voice spoke behind the two you of startling you both.
"Too late." Shuri said with a smirk on her beautiful face.
"Bast."
"I'm gonna leave you girls to uh, talk. Don't be naughty Shuri. Y/N, I have my eyes on you too."
Queen Ramonda joked playfully. Your face turned red and avoided eye contact as Shuri sat down in the lounge chair beside you. There was silence. Neither of you spoke after the events that just occurred and Shuri knew how embarrassed you felt after you found out about she truly feels about you. But little did you know. She slowly took your hand and slowly rubbed your knuckles with hand. You tensed up a bit at the contact but relax at the gentle soothingness it brought.
"You know Y/N/N, I'm suprised Mother hasn't told you about my feelings for you. I've liked you since we were kids actually. I always had a soft spot for you, and if you haven't noticed it yet, means I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings. That's why I'm so protective of you and worried that you don't get enough liquids or getting enough sleep. Because I love you. When I heard you talking about your feelings for me, I felt so happy. I was also scared Y/N. To ruin the friendship between us. But now, I think I can relax, right? Oh, and I heard you falling of your bed this morning, couldn't help but laugh."
She said the last sentence with a chuckle that sent your heart doing backflips with fireworks errupting. How does one's laugh sound so pretty? You chuckled as well, hoping you don't sound like a nervous wreck over her. Pull yourself together Y/N.
"Wow, uh. I really didn't expect this from you. Like never. And when I mean never I mean-" You cut yourself off. You sounded like a robot that was malfunctioning.
"Uh anyway, I guess I can relax too. Such a relief. I'm happy you feel the same way too. I... I love you too, princess. Sorry I just feel like none of this is real. Am I sure none of this is a prank? Would be more embarrassing than falling off a bed don't you agree?"
You said jokingly as Shuri laughed hitting her leg with the hand not holding you and throwing her head back, letting her curls bounce on her face. You looked at her and smiled.
'She's so beautiful, she is definitely sent from heaven.' You thought to yourself.
"Your more beautiful" She said smiling.
'Did she just read my mind? Did I say that out loud?' You thought to yourself again as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Y/N, why do you keep telling me your thoughts?" She said as she laughed.
"Bast. What is going on with me? I really-"
Before you could finish, at this point, Shuri had moved her chair closer to yours.
She kissed you. Magical, amazing, what's the word? It felt like you could taste the word beautiful. They moved in sync. As Shuri slid her hands on her waist, she was interrupted.
"SHURI, Y/N!"
"Sorry Mother." you said in unison
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The Chosen One Part 4
part 1 part 2 part 3
hello loves, how are you? another chapter of the chosen one.this chapter is a little short sorry loves <3 now, with a more evil kylian, in the next chapters he will appear a lot. I'm finishing orders this week they will be ready! English is not my first language. Take care and send me requests xoxo ;)
9:00 PM
I open my eyes slowly, I see the sun's rays entering the room through the large curtain. I look at the clock next to the bed, it's exactly 9:00 in the morning. I run my hand over the big king size bed and next to me it's empty, I realize kylian isn't… phew! his presence still makes me nervous. Then I sit on the bed, I stretch out, and little by little my consciousness comes back, I remember last night, flashes lull my mind, yesterday Kylian hugged me while I was sleeping… then I give a slight smile, I confess that I felt protected and safe , which never happened to me. again I have the same question as the night before… Why did kylian buy me anyway? did he pay dearly for me at that auction because he just wouldn't have anything to do with me last night? Questions and more questions circle my mind when I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door:
_Miss y/n ?are you awake? I hear a female voice speak, certainly Camille being one of the maids. Soon I get up and head towards the door opening when I see Camille smiling in front of me:
_Miss y/n! Good morning! I woke you up?
_Good morning Camille, no I was already awake, and please just call me y/n.
Camille gives a nervous smile and then says:
_Mr. Mbappé ordered me to check when you woke up and that I called you to go have breakfast.
_oh, all right… I'll do my personal hygiene and then I'll be down ok? Camille nods. ah camille, where is kylian?
_ he went to training miss, but warned that he will return for lunch.
_Okay, thanks Camille, I'll be down in a little while.
_Okay Miss, excuse me.
time skip
12:00 pm
There isn't much to do in this huge house, I've already gone through every room and maybe there's one more missing because of how huge it is…
Bored, I go back to the bedroom and decide to organize some clothes that are still in the suitcase, when I accidentally pull a drawer down, I look over and it's full of photos. I'm curious and apprehensive at the same time, I don't want to mess with anything about Kylian, but I've always loved photo albums, I think they're a wonderful way to keep our memories and happier moments.
I never had one…my biological parents I didn't know since my childhood I was always in adoption going from home to home, with no family to call 'mine', imagine having a photo album… curiosity takes over of me and I decide to look, there's nothing wrong with taking a look, right?
I see some pictures of Kylian as a child and her family, wow… how cute he was! I see a photo just below, in the photo is kylian hugging a blonde woman and very beautiful by the way at a party. They look very intimate in the photo, is she his ex girlfriend? I think to myself, I turn the photo over and notice that it has something written on it:
"Know that I will never forget you, call me when you miss me…with love
Rose."
Rose! So that was his ex's name… I said I was going to save some clothes and look what I already found out the name of kylian's ex girlfriend LOL.
Before I can put the photo away I see the door opening quickly, my heart races and I see Kylian walk in, I notice he has a frown on his face when he finally notices my presence, and then he looks down at the photograph I'm holding in my hands. I feel her gaze darken as she looks back at me, Kylian's gaze is totally transformed from yesterday, she doesn't seem like the same person, I snap out of my thoughts when Kylian finally says something: _
_What are you doing y/n?
_ nothing, just putting away some clothes. I speak trying to disguise what was already evident with my voice a little shaky.
_ Putting away some clothes means going through my things ?? Kylian asks in a rougher and serious voice. I feel a chill run down my spine from the look he's giving me.
_I'm sorry Kylian, I was going to put my clothes away but I saw a photo album in the drawer below and I was curious to see it, I really think it's very nice to keep re…
I'm interrupted by kylian when he drops his training bag on the ground and lumbers towards me coming face to face with me gripping my wrist tightly:
_You are some tabloid or what to be messing with my things? I don't want to know what you think, I don't want you to be snooping around my stuff, in 1 day you're already thinking too much for someone who's just a prostitute! Kylian talks screaming her words in my face.
I feel a knot forming in my throat, even going through humiliations, let's say even worse than this, I'm still not strong enough to listen to that kind of thing. some emotional triggers were successfully activated! Tears start to form in the corners of my eyes as Kylian gives me one last look and leaves the room slamming the door. And I'm here again on the floor and in tears. Why God do I deserve to go through this?? How stupid I was to think Kylian was different, when in fact he's just like everyone else.
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Americano tastes like poison
->pairing:: barista jungkook x student reader
->summary:: jungkook is a barista who is head over heels for a customer but us too shy to confess so the she takes it in on her own hands to chase him down
->theme:: s2l , strangers to lovers, rude reader, soft dom jungkook
->warnings:: descriptive sex, masturbation, occasional cursing, eating out, reader is rude
->words::3.5 k
->author's note:: written in jungkook's pov
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8:15 pm and she would be bursting through the doors any moment, any usual day it takes her no later than 8:00 pm to stop at the coffee shop and get her warm milk but today is an exception, today the tidiest girl is ... late.
I can still recall the day I spilled coffee on her tote bag, she had tears dwelling in her eyes and steam fuming from her ears, one thing I've learned in a long time is that she hates mess. She is what you call a typical Taurus, extremely grounded in their beliefs. They will do anything but break the laws they create for themselves.l barely know anything about her except for the three things she hates…. chaos, coffee, and me.
It's ironic to my situation because I am deeply infatuated with her, she is just simply attractive, to call her just pretty would be an understatement of the century, she is a goddess who is effortlessly beautiful, a goddess who never looks up from her phone, never utters a sound, never tries to be curious, and shows up every night at the café at sharp 8 pm, always present with her sketchbooks, a single jet black pen, with her half ponytail, sits at the corner seat near the window with her head silently bopping to the secret tunes playing in her earphones. It is strange how my goddess still uses earphones in a world where Bluetooth headphones are a trend, this just adds to the mystery of her being a real incarnation of a princess, preferring old-school items over the new materialistic ones.
"Jungkook! Stop daydreaming and focus on brewing the coffee!"
shit- almost lost this batch...
grinding beans, this is stupid, I mean I get that we have to be so-called original baristas who do all that over-commercialized thing of making a cup of coffee from scratch but do we have to really do this? isn't it like a waste of time, money, and resources where we can easily use the powder already ground, fermented, and boiled
a hand on my shoulder brings me back to the present world "hey, kook I will be heading home now, thanks for handling the café on your own, owe you one" Yoongi finally goes out of the door leaving me in the complete vicinity of my thoughts.
the ding of the doorbell catches my attention, that very distinct click-clack of boots coming closer to the station, and the mesmerizing lavender perfume mixing with the addicting smell of coffee announces to the room that she is here...
"hurry up jeon I don't have time" of course you don't, you're 31 minutes late now something big must have happened to break a ritual like this
"yeah, sure... so, uhm Hi! how would you like your drinks today? the usual- warm milk?"
did I do something wrong? do I smell wrong? did I not speak coherent words or was it all just in my head and I blabbered random sounds? the smirk settling on her face is edging me towards a heart attack, I can never read her face this girl is a devil...
"you know what jeon? get me an iced americano"
"but- don't you like... hate coffee?"
taking a pause she sighs "why are you testing my patience jeon?" she rolls the sleeves of her white satin shirt "now, hurry and get me that americano fast"
"I will" confirming the order again I ask "Are you sure you want americano... I mean it's a pretty strong drink for a beginner.."
oh I do not like the smirk settling on her face, I do not like the way she is leaning down on the counter table and showing me that unavoidable view of her cleavage "beginner?" the drop in the decibels of her voice is making me feral "jeon jungkook... you think I'm joking right now?"
the hues of brown in her doe eyes, the way her soft hair turns in perfect waves, the mellow honey-blessed skin, and the way I can feel my heart thumping in my chest, am I the only one feeling this gold rush, or is she feeling it too..? this is not good, I should focus on making that godforsaken coffee now I'm pretty sure my cheeks are blooming red
grind the beans, yes grinding the beans
I open the lid of the machine and pour a fresh batch of coffee beans, okay let's focus on beans, coffee comes from a fruit, I bet she tastes like a fruit, probably like a watermelon hard from the outside soft and juicy from the inside, those pretty rose-tinted lips they will look so good on my cock, they would paint it red, her legs peaking from her skirt look so pretty, how i wish she grinds that tight booty on-
"Want me to grind that for you?"
WHAT.
WHAT- Wait i-
I think I snapped my neck a lil here, too stunned to speak "WHAT? what did you say?" I practically scream (and lowkey burst) at this proposal
"calm down... I just asked if you want me to grind those beans for you, you have been rotating an empty cup for 2 mins"
oh
"What did you hear?"
"yeah that only... just food safety you know, customers aren't allowed behind the table"
amazing jungkook! excellent excuse, she will buy it. I internally facepalm myself "why don't you sit at the table, I will be right back"
"Sure"
I am going to solely focus on the coffee now, mentally restricting any thoughts of her.
I can feel eyes piercing my back, and I swear to god if she doesn't stop right now I will ask her out. My curiosity brings me to look up at her only to find her staring right back at me while biting her bottom lip
dear god-
I can't take this anymore, she is not herself, she definitely has a concussion on her head
"is the coffee walking on its own to me? "
I hate her smug self, she knows the effect she has on me, I hate this so much
grabbing the tumbler I fill it with ice and pour the drink. Giving it a light shake I take it to her table.
placing the drink on the table I stand by her side anticipating her reaction "okay let's see what barista jungkook has made" she says while clapping her hands "presentation... 10 points, now let's taste the drink ehe" her giggles...if this is not heaven then what is. She finally grabs the straw and sucks a good amount in one gulp, her face immediately contorts in a frown, arching her eyebrows she looks at me with disgust flowing from her eyes "what the fuck is this? are you trying to poison mw for acting like a bitch to you?"
did she just accept that she acts rudely to me? wow so she knew what she was doing all this time
"Is this americano?"
"Yeah"
"well then americano tastes like poison"
"I told you its too strong for a beginner"
"stop with that word already, I don't like it coming from your pretty face"
so I am a pretty face.... noted to make fake scenarios while in bed
"jungkook... are you sure this is it? I am sorry for behaving rudely all this time, I just-... I know you don't deserve to be treated like this nobody does it's just that.. why are you standing come here, sit here" she motions to an empty chair next to her "it is just that I get so tired of working 2 shifts back to back that I just wish to have a cup of warm milk and sleep..most of my youth has been spent while working part times with college, struggling with academic validation and then the pressure of finding a good job in this crippling economy, having a druggie mother and the insane responsibilities of debt and my brother my father has left me for it makes me feel insane.."
this is the most calm I have ever seen her, I can finally make out two and two's, her features look very soft and serene. I want to protect her from everything, she is the sweetest angel who has to work hard for her family. She needs rest, she needs happiness and I will give my everything to her if she asks me once...
"I am probably oversharing but today was my breaking point, I wanted to run away, do things I have never done before" I see a fire igniting in her eyes as if she already knows what she wants as if she is done with every shit that has happened to her and is going to fight every fear. She suddenly grabs my collar bringing me down to my knees right in front of her face " Today I want to do things I have always wanted to do"
"and what have you always wanted to do?" i ask curiously
"you."
I suddenly feel a pair of lips catching my own, My hands in a frenzy find her nape and deepen the kiss, she is way too perfect for me, her lips mold perfectly around mine. I feel dizzy, I am convinced she is a goddess because she makes me want to both live and die in this moment so that I remember this moment for eternity, The sudden rush downwards only proves my observations I feel her hands searching for my shoulders I can feel her leaning on me, she slowly pushes me down on the floor straddling my legs I can feel her sitting right above my crotch
"aww I guess this friend of yours needs a little brewing too"
she slowly moves her hips literally grinding on me, "fuck.. you have no idea how badly I have wished for this" incoherent curses escape her mouth
I want her glued to me, I want to feel her body entirely on me, under me, next to me, over me
I need her so bad
"I want you so bad jungkook"
she speaks words from my mind if this isn't the woman meant for me I don't know who is...
"baby let me make you feel good, you go through so much all alone, let me give you a good time"
I slowly turn her around and hold her in my arms, I want to make her feel amazing tonight, I want to show her that she is loved and that she can still live her life without compromising her happiness
I lie her down on our couch and dim the lights to maintain privacy
she looks mesmerizing under the little moonlight falling on her face, her arms longing for my touch and her lips begging for my taste
she sits down and gets me out of my clothes, only leaving me in my underwear, I can see her staring hungrily at my muscles, I am so glad that I work out because the way her eyes are darkening is all worth the pain.
unable to control myself anymore I open her shirt buttons, freeing her from the shirt I look down at her, despite having this strong exterior she is a writhing shy mess under my gaze
her lace bra hiding her treasures from my eyes I lean down to kiss her neck, she tastes so sweet and warm just like cookies freshly baked out of the oven, I can hear soft moans escaping her pretty lips and soft hands roaming on my bare back
"j-jungkook... please don't tease me"
my baby, my beloved darling I will grant all of your wishes, you are too hard to resist
I free her breasts from the lace and lean forward to capture one of them in my mouth, she shivers under my touch and grabs my hair to push me forward, not getting enough of her I fondle with the second one I can feel her looking at me in pure shock, her eyes are not peeling from my head bopping up and down on her tenderness, it is as if I will disappear if she looks away I swear I can spend days playing with her nonstop
the ache increasing in my underwear is reminding me of how badly I am down for her, I need to date her.
I take her out of her jeans and she instantly wraps her legs around my torso
"eager for me baby?"
"so much.... please do it already"
I know exactly what she wants but it will be shameful to lose this opportunity " what do you want me to do?"
"I want your mouth jungkook, and I want your cock, I want it deep inside me so that you can see its outline over my abdomen, fuck me so hard that i have to limp to work tomorrow, mark my body so everybody knows who i belong to"
fuck.....
shit.
I was not expecting such a descriptive request, it is not just her voice but the way she chooses her words so carefully and speaks while lacing them with a little rust makes her sound fatally hot
"I am going to fulfill all of your wishes, my pretty angel"
I caress her right cheek
I slowly reach for her wet pussy, she looks so appetizing, the way it glistens... heavenly... I kiss her bud and slowly suckle on her, sending vibrations through her body and ultimately intensifying the pleasure.
Eloping at the tasty wetness I feel her hands grabbing my hair and pushing me towards her entrance
She is bringing heaven to my mouth
I take my fingers to her pretty lips and start scissoring her inside, making her whimper in pleasure.. the cute whimpers and moans that she is letting out while my tongue kitten licks her bud and my fingers fuck her inside is of the best voices I have heard in my life I can soon feel her reaching her climax, her walls, they are clenching my fingers so hard
"I am gu-gonna cum"
"cum for me baby, paint my tongue with your color baby"
I replace my fingers with my tongue and my fingers rapidly move on her clit, her legs are shaking, her hands are desperate and her lips are mouthing unholy words
I catch her gushing all over my tongue "fu-ck jungkook, i-"
I would cum right here if she doesn't stop moaning my name like that, it is insane how crazy she makes me. I fell for her the first moment I laid my eyes on her, I unconsciously waited for her every day, her quirky remarks, her daggering gaze, I craved for her, those minimal conversations were so much to me, and right now, seeing her melting in my arms, I just know that I will never be able to forget her. She is a drug that I'm addicted to doing now, she is my holy grail
Her juices were making a spot on the couch and that's how much she was wet for me and the thought of it was making me feel insane
"Jungkook please fill me up..."
"I need you Jungkook "
"Just a sec baby, cannot waste the juice on the couch " I lean down to suckle at the material, what does she even eat.. it is so sweet. I look up at her and she is burning red, a pretty little angel moaning my name, she is so cuteeeeee
Separating myself from my cotton candy I ask her
"You want my cock to fill you up?"
She is frantically nodding at me
So without wasting another second I immediately turn her around so that now she's on her fours, her face naturally bends, and finds shelter on the couch
My hair is now a mess falling over my eyes as I give my cock a few pumps, it's embarrassing how I'm already leaking, I look at her only to find her with a smug on her face, yeah she should know what she does to me. Aligning next to her drenching hole I push inside her and hear a loud yelp from her mouth
"Jungkook, fuck no amount of prep would have had me ready for your dick"
damn, well that is super flattering, I love me a girl who knows how to speak while in bed
"Move daddy, I can take it"
d-
daddy...this new nickname is edging me already, looking at her all spread out on her fours, this feels like a dream come true, we haven't done anything freaky but this is the best sex I have ever had.
"Do you like how I am stretching you up?" i see her nodding, ehe
increasing the frequency of my thrusts I feel her clenching around, her boobs bouncing as I grab her bottoms, moving out till the end only to slam right back in
"Fuck you feel so fucking good"
"So tight"
I have to chase her now, I am hers now
I change the angle and she cries a yelp of pleasure when I hit her pleasure spot
"I found it. Yeah you like it don't you?
When i fuck you this ruthlessly"
I'm giving my all to her
My hands fondle with her boobs and then reach her clit rubbing it in a certain way to intensify the pleasure, she is a whimpering mess, unable to control her voice and letting out all her desires
"Oh daddy... I am ..... so close"
"Cum for me baby"
"I am close too" I announce before kissing her back
"so sensitive " I feel her losing control over her body as she violently shakes over me moaning my name with unholy curses
I ride through her orgasm and soon reach my own... even after all this slickness I find it hard to move as her walls are clenching my dick, she is beyond perfect... after a few more thrusts I launch myself in her too filling her to the brim...
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This girl deserves all the love in this world, I decide to clean her up and bring a fresh kitchen towel mentally noting to clean it up later, I clean her and look at her peacefully sleeping in a deep slumber.. that's when I realize that I never confessed to her and the relationship between us is merely just till a fuck?
"jungkook.." her soft voice brings me back to her "I am sorry, I got a little tired that I fell asleep" she is explaining herself to me, "my angel you don't have to, I understand how tired you would be after all that work and then... this" I look at her apologetically, maybe I should have just comforted her tonight
"No, no, what are you saying... do you regret it?" she speaks swallowing a lump in her throat, what? no! I don't regret it, I just feel like you will ...
should I tell her?
should I let her know about my insane crush on her.. would this make it worse?
"your silence isn't helping me jeon.."
"no"
"I don't regret it" I can do this "in fact I loved it, I have liked you since the first moment I saw you in that beige coat. It's okay I know that you will not reciprocate my feelings I just needed to"
"shush" she places a finger on my lips
"you like me?" she inquires me and I simply nod
"then it's a perfect brew between us" bopping my nose she kisses my cheeks
"because I like you too"
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hope you like it 🥰
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REVENGE
Notes: This is another teaser from chapter seven.
If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading part one of chapter one.
This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Ryan Wilder had just about everything taken from her when we met her, and she was doing her best to get it back. In this version of the story, that means taking some people down along the way. And, she's definitely no hero.
I realize it's Sunday and not Friday. I'm late because everything I'd written by then felt too spoilery. But I think this is a safe (super drafty) teaser. I'm still trying my hardest to post this chapter in full by September 1st (which would make this the last teaser for "season one" if I can power through).
So, you know, writing vibes are appreciated.
CHAPTER SEVEN SNEAK PEEK
WEDNESDAY, JULY 12TH, 10:00 AM, HAMILTON DYNAMICS
Tommy walks into Catherine’s office with a tray full of caffeinated beverages from the coffee and tea shop that’s accessible through the lobby of the building. Evan is seated across from her, in one of two white leather and chrome office chairs at her porcelain desk. It’s day two of Tommy’s internship, and he was only asked to bring Catherine’s late-morning coffee to her, but he knows he’s on thin ice with Evan, and figures he could afford to make a few romantic deposits.
He doesn’t intend to interrupt them. He simply plucks each drink out of its secured space on the tray and gently sets it in front of its new owner. He’s a professional, so he prepares to leave as though he was never there, but stops when he hears Even react with a curious tone. They’re looking at their cell phone, and apparently surprised by a notification they just received. Even Catherine is inquisitive when she sees the partial frown on their face.
Catherine: “Something to share?”
Evan: “It’s Kate…”
Tommy raises an eyebrow, skeptically. His understanding is that Kate hadn’t spoken to either of them since she walked in on Tommy’s admission to Evan during the Independence Day Banquet.
Catherine: “Is everything alright?”
Evan: “It shouldn’t be…”
Tommy: “What’s that mean?”
Evan: “I was DMing Mary yesterday, and she was telling me about her boyfriend being hit by that car….I know he and Kate are close-”
Catherine: “Do you mean Luke? Are they actually in a relationship now?!”
Evan: “Oh, yeah…Didn’t realize you didn’t know, yet.”
Catherine: “That would require my daughter to speak to me.”
Tommy: “I’m sorry. What were you about to say about Kate?”
Evan: “Well, she says she’s planning a big event that she wants to happen before the end of the month, and I’m just surprised she’d push for something so soon, considering.”
Tommy: “Is this like a Save the Date?”
Evan: “No. She wants to hire me to plan it, like a contract.”
Evan slowly peers up at Catherine, and Tommy follows their gaze to observe her reaction, as well.
Catherine: “Did she say what kind of event it was?”
Evan: “She said she wants to fill me in later, but…”
Evan shifts their eyes to Tommy.
Tommy: “What? Did she mention me?”
Evan: “Actually, she mentioned Robyn. They're planning it together…”
The room is so silent for a moment that it seems everyone is holding their breath. Suprisingly, Catherine speaks first.
Catherine: “I think you should do it, that is, if you want to.”
Evan looks back at her completely shocked.
Evan: “But what about-”
Catherine: “Evan, I know you have goals above and beyond working for me. And I also trust you to be able to juggle, so you can fit this in if it’s important to you.”
Evan wants to demonstrate their appreciation, but is still a little too taken aback, and unsure to adjust their expression or form words to respond.
Tommy: “And, if I may, we could all probably afford to try to repair some of what’s destabilized our bridges.”
Catherine: “I agree with Tommy. If I’m correct in my assumption, you probably haven’t spent very much time with your friends lately because Kate and Mary are upset with me for one reason or another.”
Evan only offers a side smile in response. They look at Tommy, doubtfully.
Tommy: “It’s not just you, Mrs. Hamilton. I’ve also frustrated both of them a couple of times. And, Evan, I don’t want you caught up in all of that. So, if it helps with your decision, I can go talk to Kate.”
Evan: “Really? “You’d do that?”
Tommy: “For the both of you…? Anything.”
Catherine: “So, it’s settled. Evan, you tell Kate you’ll hear her plans, and Tommy, you’ll head over to Kate to clear things up, so that this isn’t an issue when they all meet later.”
Tommy: “Are you suggesting I go now?”
Catherine: “Why save for tomorrow what you can get done today, Tommy? Internship lesson number one: tackle your low hanging fruit first, and don’t put off the things that don’t require figuring out to get done.”
Tommy: “Copy that. I’ll be on my way, then.“
Evan reaches out, and grabs Tommy’s arm before he can leave. They look up, eyes filled with sincerity.
Evan: “Thank you.”
Tommy breaks his professionalism for a moment, leans down, and kisses Evan on the cheek. Then, without looking back, he heads for the door to try to make some form of amends with his friend. His opinions on everything haven't changed. Neither have his plans. However, he realizes being at odds with Kate Kane wouldn't make achieving what he's set out to accomplish any easier. Even more, he didn't miss the briefest glint of what looked like competitiveness pass through Catherine's expressions. So, if he could get a little intell that might impress his new boss while he was there, even better.
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To be continued…
Random note/update: I don't know what math I was doing when I originally gave Jordan her age but I have since revised it. Jordan is 19. Which means she was seven when Sophie graduated high school. So whatever age you've been imagining her as please update it in your mind. I will be going back to any prior chapter that references her age to try to make the adjustments as well.
And, hopefully you understand that for chapter 7, we went backwards in time. We spent most of the second half of last chapter revolving around Luke. But plenty was happening while he was "resting." We will catch up to present day before the chapter is over.
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The grabber x reader
~Hidden Heart ~
Warning: violence, kidnapping, angst, fluff (?), blood, knife, cursing, abusive dad
Characters: Max, Albert Shawn aka the grabber, the reader.
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You were getting ready go get home, working in the grocery store was hard as it was summer and 30°. Your body felt like it was in a oven as you panted, taking your bag. You said goodbye to your coworkers and went outside; the sun welcoming you outside as no clouds were in the sky. As you walked your normal route to your house, you regretted the parasol that your mother offered. You were 20 and still lived at home, unable to pay for your own house. You had taken this job to earn enough, to move out and have a great life but nothing could prepare what happened later.
Headphones on as you trotted in a calm pace to home, to distracted to notice a black van following you. Everywhere was posters hanging of missing kids. No one knew who this person was or why he did it. Everyone feared to be the next. You sighed as you saw your familiar house, the old oak tree hanging over as leaves were green, the swings standing under it. Your dad builded it when you were 7, it was your birthday present. But now you barely used it as work was more important and going out. It would be weird to swing as a 20 year old, right?
She opened the small gate and closed it behind her as she took her headphones off, putting the MPlayer off. "Y/n!!" Her little sister screamed as she towards her big sister as she entered. "Hey kid" she grinned. Her sister giggled and hugged y/n's legs. "How was school?" Y/n asked. "Great!" The younger yelled before running back to the tv to watch her favorite show. Y/n sighed and headed to the kitchen, dropping her bag on a chair. Mother wasn't at home as dad was working late. 'I'm grocery shopping' was written on a yellow paper. She sighed as she spilled herself some orange juice before heading to her room.
9:00 pm.
Your father came home, in a bad mood. He started to argue about any small thing your mother did, trying to make a fight. Your mother looked tired and tried to ignore him. Your dad slapped her across the face. Y/n and her little sister sat at in her room, listening with scared eyes. Y/n tried to comfort her little sister; distracting her by playing with her dollhouse. It worked untill she went to bed. Y/n headed to her bedroom before hearing her father storm upstairs. "What the fuck you think you going?!" He barked at her. She flinched and sighed. It was no use arguing back.
The next morning, Y/N headed to work earlier than usual, not wanting to hear the whole scene of her father. He always act like he regretted it but he would always do it again. As she headed through the street, a van followed her untill it stopped infront of her. She stopped, wondering why this dude parked awfully. She noticed a man get out, dressed odd. The man wore a hat in the summer, wearing sunglasses and black clothes. His face was painted white or was it makeup? She couldn't tell. "Hello dear, sorry of my awfully parking but I'm in quite a hurry" the man spoke with a kind smile. Y/n blinked before nodding. "Where do you need to be?" She asked. The man chuckled as he told her the place. She explained it as best she could, obviously suspicious of this stranger. Y/n never noticed him before or seen him.
He must have noticed the questionable look on her face as he laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm part magician and this kinda is my outfit for the show, understand?" He explained. Y/N nodded and smiled, reliefed. 'He wasn't the grabber' she thought, oh how wrong she was. Y/N noticed the black balloons in the back of the van. "Oh, are those black balloons? I never seen those before" she said curious. His eyes fell on the balloons and smiled. "Yeah, wanna take a closer look?" He asked her.
First part of the new series!! Hope you like it so far. I just wanted to give the reader a small backstory 😊
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"I" Am "Me," An Incarnation Of My "Lies"
(Clay meeting Nightcord at 25:00 OWN)
Knighton (Knightonia)
Merlok's gone... And he did nothing. He did, he did try to talk it out with Jestro, he did try to calmly talk with his best friend... He did try... And Merlok protect him and... His gone...
"Clay..."
He ignores his friends as they try to comfort him but no words can ever save him now that his own father figure is gone...
His friends and him report the accident to the King and Queen of Knighton. They send their condolence to him, knowing how much care both him and Merlok had.
Clay didn't show that he is sad but saying he is fine. He goes straight to his room. The lights didn't turn on. His room is dark and it's only him... No one is here...
Suddenly Clay's eyes spot his phone...
——SEGA——
Empty Sekai
No, that's not it... Miku thought as she hear the lyrics Mafuyu gives her. She turn back to glance at the owner of the Empty Sekai, Asahina Mafuyu, as she continue making her music.
Miku can't help but just want to reach out to her but only back away when she spot the yellow dust. Mafuyu doesn't seem to notice but can feel something is happening behind her.
Miku saw the same bright yellow light gather together and suddenly it faded, revealed another person enter the Sekai.
"Clay..." Miku spoke softly as the man she met before is here again. But he seems... Sad...
Clay look up and notice Miku and Mafuyu. He might not know her, it's understandable, she wasn't here the first time.
"Miku, who is this?" Mafuyu bluntly ask. She show her true personality, and ignore how Clay startled by her bluntness but didn't show it much.
"Mafuyu, this is Clay Moorington..." Miku said.
"Oh, another person that access to this Sekai as well..." Mafuyu said, she look back at Clay, "Hello, Mr. Moorington. I'm Asahina Mafuyu..."
"... Hello, Mafuyu..."
It was silent for the three of them. A girl, a Vocaloid, and a man. Mafuyu didn't want to engage in the silent as she go back to make another song. Miku just stare at Mafuyu with nothing but worries.
"Is this, the owner of the Sekai?" Suddenly Clay ask.
"Yes, this is Mafuyu..." Miku said, she turn back to look at Clay, "I am sorry that you came here before I could introduce you and Mafuyu properly..."
"... It's alright," Clay smile, but the smile did nothing but gives Miku a shiver, "I am also sorry for not inform you that I come back again... I guess today is just getting harder for me."
Miku tilt her head. She can't help but want to ask what he meant until Clay say something, "Hm? What's that song?"
Miku startled by that, "Uh, Mafuyu make the song..."
She notice Clay give a surprise look but only a little, "Can I listen?" Miku nodded and give the said song to Clay.
Clay listen it carefully and suddenly from thinking expression, his expression suddenly become unreadable for Miku. Miku was a bit confused and curious of that expression but... Why does it remind her of–
"It seems she put her heart in this song..."
...e...
"If I had to guess, she seems to be trying to give a message."
...ke...
"I may not be an expert about music but–"
...ake...
"I can really tell she try to say something!"
Fake smile...
"Miku? What's wrong?"
That startled the Vocaloid as she notice Clay look at her with worried and concerns expression. Miku shake her head, "No, I'm fine."
Clay still pull the worried expression until he saw a paper sheet. He pick it up and check it. He look up and walk pass Miku to Mafuyu, who still try to make the new song.
"Is this yours, Miss Asahina?" Clay said as he shows the paper sheet to Mafuyu.
Mafuyu glance at the paper, and back at Clay, "Yes," she said.
Clay look at her and back at the sheet, ""It’s your very words that are killing me, you see", instead of that try "I don't need your sympathy, your vicious lies they're killing me", is to send the message that you don't need someone sympathy to help your problem." Clay said, then look back at the paper and back at Mafuyu, ""Because you know nothing about what’s in my heart", try "And you don't even understand, the things I feel or who I am", means they can't understand what we're feeling nor do they know who we are."
Mafuyu said nothing as she continue to listen to Clay giving a suggestion about the lyrics. Miku sees the interaction between the two, Clay giving a suggestion while Mafuyu try to write it as it seems like Clay's idea is good.
Finally it ended, the only thing left is what to called the name of the lyrics.
"It's involved sympathy, feeling and talking..."
"Maybe something about communication?"
"No, that's not it... It doesn't sounds like it..."
"... Nonsense Speaker..." Clay suggest, Mafuyu turn to look at him, "Like you said, sympathy, feeling, talking... And there's a lie in it... It's like everytime we tried to say to ourselves if it ever a reason we exist to someone, they did try to comfort us but... To us, it does not registered to our mind at all. And it's all nonsense..."
"Hm, that's a nice meaning... I will be thinking about it..." Mafuyu said.
Clay smile, the same one that didn't reach his eyes. Miku feel shiver around her spine seeing Mafuyu and Clay talking.
After a little talk and a bit of a tune to make the song, finally Mafuyu left. It's only Clay and Miku all alone in the Sekai.
"Clay.. You can, stop now..." Miku finally said it. After she said it, Clay turn back to look at her, the calm expression suddenly shift. All on his face is nothing but mourning, bargaining and empty...
"Clay...?"
Clay walk towards her, just as he in front of her, suddenly he fell to both of his knees and let out a loud scream. Miku suddenly felt nothing but concern for the knight as she crouch down to him. Finally he let out the sound of him crying.
"Clay..." Miku said, as she sit on the floor of Empty Sekai, and hold on Clay's head. She put his head down on her lap.
Clay seems to be stop crying but the sniff and sob can still be heard. Miku gently patting his head, like a mother did to her son. Though, she don't know if Clay have any close relative that could do this for him.
It's just like Mafuyu... He just like Mafuyu...
#lego nexo knights x hatsune miku colorful stage#lego nexo knights#hatsune miku colorful stage#clay moorington#hatsune miku#asahina mafuyu#niigo miku
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The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 9
"Sure dad. Let me and Bob wash up first." Becky then proceeded with her monkey to the bathroom upstairs. "Maybe dad's right Bob. We should just try and move on from what happened today. I mean nothing else strange or harmful happened to dad from that machine." As the two headed upstairs, neither noticed Dr. Two Brains expression turn into a serious frown as he overheard the two speaking.
Dr. Two Brains warily opened his bleary eyes the next morning. He slowly got up from his bed and let out a long yawn, stretching his arms and body. Two Brains winced a bit as he felt slight pain in his muscles. 'Geez either I'm feeling the effects of middle age or my body is still sore from yesterday.' Dr. Two Brains mused grumpily. He tenderly walked out of his room and headed downstairs to fix breakfast. He gave another yawn as he scratched his head. To his barely awake mind, Dr. Two Brains noticed that some of his hair curlers weren't there anymore. "Probably fell off from last night." The mad scientist mumbled, not to worried or lucid enough to be annoyed at the notion. In fact, Dr. Two Brains was more exhausted now than when he went to bed last night. He had that horrible nightmare again, only this time the scary doppleganger and himself were shifting forms so fast. One minute he was a kid again, the next he was back to looking like his old self before the accident. His duplicate copying his changes flawlessly, that malicious grin and dark look never leaving his face as he cackled malevolently. It felt like his body was running a marathon the entire night. "That's the last time I have 11 grilled cheese sandwiches before bed." Dr. Two Brains muttered. When the mad scientist arrived downstairs to the kitchen, he discovered his daughter Becky already having a bowl of cereal. "Hey kiddo, your up early." Dr. Two Brains spoke with surprise. Becky glanced at her dad with mild concern. "It's actually almost 10:00. You were still asleep by the time Bob and I woke up so we ended up fixing our own breakfast." Becky responded as she pointed to her monkey who was sitting on the couch in the living room, eating his own cereal and watching television. Now more awake, Dr. Two Brains looked confused at his child's response and looked at the digital clock on top of the oven. The clock blinked 9:55 am. Two Brains internally cursed himself for oversleeping and leaving his kid and monkey to defend for themselves. "I'm sorry about that Becky." Two Brains apologized, feeling truly embarrassed about the situation. Becky gave her dad a gentle smile. "It's okay. You seemed exhausted and given what happened yesterday, Bob and I decided it was fine to let you sleep some more." Two Brains gave a grateful smile. "Thanks kiddo." He spoke as he patted her head, messing up her hair a bit. Suddenly a loud monkey squeak interrupted the tender father daughter moment. Both Two Brains and Becky turned their heads to see Bob chattering loudly, alerting their attention as he pointed to the television urgently. "What's the matter Bob?" Becky asked as she and her dad rushed over to see what was going on. The trio saw the news was on with the volume low. The local news anchor was speaking with a serious expression as a red banner with the words 'BREAKING NEWS' was flashing in white text on the red banner. What surprised Becky and Two Brains and what got Bob's attention was a picture that was shown in the right corner of the screen. "Hey dad isn't that you on the news?" Becky questioned aloud. Dr. Two Brains grabbed the remote from Bob who continued to stare at the screen. Two Brains turned up the volume as he was very curious to why the news was featuring his face just now. "Again for those tuning in with us. Last night the a storage unit located at the Fair City Research Facility/Science Department/Police Station was ransacked and every invention inside was destroyed. Owners and authorities claim that the notorious Dr. Two Brains is responsible for all the destruction." The news anchor spoke aloud in a serious tone.
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#wordgirl#wordgirl au#dr two brains#becky boxleitner au#bob/captain huggy face#the fall of fair city
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Chapter 1: Cassiopeia
My name is Stella, no last name, I was brought up as a baby in a small orphanage in Seattle, the only thing I have from my parents is the name I bear, nothing else. Sometimes I like to think that they were crazy about the stars just like me, at times when I felt very alone or when I thought that there would be no solution to my little problems of a girl alone in the world, I would console myself by looking at the shining stars in theirs.
Mrs.Adelaide, our tutor at the orphanage always told us to try to be bright and cheerful, good people attract good things, I don't know if I believe that, after 18 years of being left aside by brighter beings, I think we can't always expect things to come to us, so I always went after what I wanted. I was never treated badly, passed over today or punished at the orphanage, but the rule was clear, after a certain age leaving was the only option.
I got a job in a bookshop in the city center when I was 16 and with the money I collected, I managed to rent a small room where I still live today. I ended up not graduating from high school, because I chose to work, so everything I learned came from the books I managed to read in my spare time at work, I won't lie, there were many and there with thousands of books at my disposal, I learned more about my passion. There are billions of stars scattered throughout the universe, several constellations and thousands more who, like me, don't have a family.
Today was no different from any other day, cloudy and rainier than the others, but just any other day. I got up, had a quick shower, got ready and with an apple in my hand I left for work, from my little room to the bookstore takes an average of 20 minutes, 30 if I'm pressed for time, but as I'm a bit late, it took me 15 minutes. I grabbed my keys from my small purse and opened the bookshop, it's exactly 8:00 in the morning and I usually don't see any movement until 11:00, so I take the opportunity to clean and organize a few sections, but unlike the other days, a customer showed up at 9:00. The door bell rang and a tall man walked in, he had long hair and was dressed all in black, mind you, I'm not one to judge anyone by their appearance, but the guy was a bit strange, not to mention the eye-catching red lenses.
___ Good morning, can I help you? - I asked as nicely as I could. He didn't answer my greeting, which was rude of him, but just looked at me with a stoic face.
___ Would you happen to have a copy of Mystical Beasts: An Illustrated Guide - to my surprise, his tone was calm and gentle. I relaxed and went to get the book he asked for. When I handed it to him, he smiled sweetly - I've been looking for this book for so long, I'm glad to find it here, do you believe in them? - he asked casually. I never stopped to think about it.
___ Like unicorns? - I asked. He laughed.
___ More like vampires... - without wiping the smile off his face, he headed for the checkout, I followed him, collected his purchase and packed it up - Don't stay out too late, darling, Seattle is getting more and more dangerous. Have a nice day.
You see, for someone who listens to people fascinated by invented stories and tales of totally unreal things, I didn't find any of this little conversation out of the ordinary, maybe that was my little slip. Usually Lizzie, a young teenager, comes to help me when she has some free time, she's the owner's niece, but as I think she's in exam week, I won't be seeing her here any time soon, so I spent the whole day alone. In the afternoon, the owner called, claiming to have an order scheduled for today and asked me to wait. Although I didn't like staying after hours, I agreed after hearing about the extra money, I like to think I'm not a money fanatic, but a little extra goes a long way. A little curious about these mystical beasts, I went for another copy, but to my displeasure it was the last one, so I read what looked like Indian tales, the tribe from which the stories were taken were called the Quilleute.
Men who could turn into giant wolves after a certain age, who didn't feel cold and emitted immense heat, who like wolves only had one partner for life and this was characterized by Imprinting. The cold ones, perfect and immaculate, with eyes as red as blood and feeding on such, with their veins full of poison and skin as cold as marble. The reading was very interesting, so much so that I didn't even notice the time passing, it's now 9pm, damn it I should have closed up store an hour ago. I hurried to tidy up and called the owner to tell her that no packages had arrived. A little disappointed, she asked me to close the store and leave, but not before wishing me a good night, she hung up the phone.
I locked the doors, put on my coat and went home. The night was beautiful, the stars big and bright, the weather cold and the moon huge. I walked calmly until I was two blocks away from the bookstore, despite the beautiful scenery and the pleasant atmosphere, I didn't feel safe there, so I pressed my steps as fast as I could, without looking like a crazy person running down the street. But when I heard fast footsteps behind me, I put all shame aside and took off running down the street, I didn't look back and when I didn't hear anything else, I dared to take a peek, and to my great relief, there was no one there, I took a step and hit something hard, the morning customer was standing in front of me, smiling sweetly. He raised his arm and touched my head.
___ I warned you to be a little more careful about being out so late - his tone was gentle, but I felt a shiver run up my spine and weaken the bones in my legs - Well, since we've met, I'd like to satisfy my hunger.
___W-We can go to a diner in the next street, it's not very luxurious but they serve very good sandwiches and...-I was shaking like a green stick and my voice came out garbled. I tried to pull away, to try and run, but he grabbed me and pulled me towards the entrance to the park. Desperation can leave you in different states, the best known being euphoria and the most feared being that which leaves you stuck. In a lame attempt to get him to let go of me, I kicked his knee, but to my surprise it wasn't his that turned, but mine.
___ Don't make unnecessary noises, I don't want to annoy you - he grabbed my throat and saw the state of my leg - You're dumber than I imagined, but I admire your courage in trying to get away from me, I like more reserved places to feed, but since you insist it should be here - he said as if he was talking casually about the weather, fangs appeared in his mouth and he threw me as if I weighed nothing into a tree trunk, I hit my head and my vision blurred - Thanks for the meal.
As soon as his fangs were in contact with my neck, things became clear, he was one of the Cold Ones, and gradually I felt my strength going away, the cold night was becoming warmer, as my own blood dripped stickily down my torso. My whole body ached and I felt tears streaming freely down my face. The monster who was feeding happily consoled me: "Don't cry, dear, your miserable life has finally come to an end". I've never had many friends, I've never had a boyfriend, I know I like music, but I don't know exactly what my favorite genres are, I love the stars, but I've never looked at them up close or been able to identify them with the naked eye as I could in books, I haven't had a family to share my pain and happiness with, but for me, right now, the biggest regret I have is not knowing myself. He stopped and bit my arm to start a new sucking session, but something threw him off.
___ She's over there - a female voice shouted, cold hands touched my face, but I couldn't see anything, just the glitter of the stars above me - She'll die if...
___ Let the poison take her for us - a male voice, melodious and melancholy sounded, I looked for the owner with the rest of sanity that inhabited my thoughts, but logically I lost my life completely, an angel had already come to meet me and he was standing there, watching the rest of my soul drain out of me. Tall, very pale, with brown hair and his eyes, ah his eyes, golden like the purest gold, gentle and warm like a fireplace that heats up in cold times, full of life and pain, looking at him it was as if I was numb, like Cassiopeia who had been punished and condemned to be upside down, everything inside me was turned upside down by him - It's going to hurt, so be strong - he took my hand and everything that had once been silent and warm, overnight became fire.
It felt like I was combusting, in my veins the purest acid was flowing and eating away at me as it passed through every part of my body, I screamed, my throat closed up and then another kind of despair overtook me, the kind where you ask for it to end, ask to finally die, to have an end in the face of so much pain. He held me tightly in place and whispered in my ear...
___ Close your eyes, tomorrow will be another day and you won't be alone anymore - and that comforted me, it didn't stop my pain or take away the fear that dwelled in my heart, but I believed his words and saw nothing more.
#edward cullen#edward cullen x oc#romance#jacob black#bella swan x jacob black#bella swan#jasper hale#alice cullen#the cullens#carlisle cullen#esme cullen#emmett cullen#fanfic#comedy#when the stars fall
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Midnight Snack (ch. 2/2)
Complete!
Father Paul x reader
Explicit (nsfw! 18+)
total words: 4397
It had only been an hour since the hottest, most debauched almost-sex of your life, so despite all your misgivings, the scorching pang of desire once again floods your body with full force the instant he makes contact with your skin.
"What if Be--" you start, but he anticipates your question.
"I was very insistent she go home. After what happened, I expected I would, ah, need to be alone."
--
As you scamper down the back stairs of St. Patrick's to the tree where you had propped your bicycle, your brain is reeling with a million thoughts, all of them drowned out by a resounding, "What!?"
What was that?
You were seconds away from being fucked from behind by the island's hot priest, that's what.
Guilt for some tawdry little fantasies paled in comparison to the guilt you felt now for actually tempting a man of the cloth. But wasn't he the one who launched himself at you? There was no hesitance in the way his tongue explored your mouth, or how he arranged your body on and under that pew.
You couldn't make sense of it.
You are positively soaked through your underwear, pulse still pounding between your legs, so you opt to steer your bike hurriedly along the gravel path on foot, away from the church, as you consider what to do.
Going home isn't an option because you are in no way prepared to explain this to Erin. And you certainly can't stay for mass--God no. Your best bet seems to wait until he goes home after the service and insist you talk. It's only an hour.
You thought that would give you enough time to work out some form of an apology, but you were so curious to find out what he might have to say that you never quite got to any specifics. Secretly you hoped that he might, uh, take charge of the situation.
Just before 9:00, you disappear into a shadow near the rec center to stake out the church as the parishioners disperse. A few minutes later, Bev emerges, and your eyes instinctively narrow as you watch her close up. But your gaze is suddenly pulled away by Father Paul's lanky figure swiftly exiting from the back and beelining to the rectory, still in his chasuble. He slams the door shut behind him, and after checking for any lingering churchgoers or self-righteous cockblocks, you slink your way to the priest's front porch.
Now that you're here your nerves have suddenly caught up with you. You take a shuddery breath and knock, mustering up a thin veneer of confidence.
Paul answers before you can even back away. As soon as he recognizes you, he firmly grabs your forearm and pulls you inside, latching the door behind you and drawing the curtains. He immediately takes a few large steps backward, the living area a chasm between you.
Okay… Understandable, you suppose. He's now stripped down to his priest blacks and collar--that little patch of white that exists only to taunt you.
But once you get the chance to really look at him, you notice a light sheen of sweat covers his ashy forehead. His hair is disheveled like he'd raked his hands through it, stray tendrils sticking to the dampness of his face. He looks quite unwell, and--fuck--you're sure that it's your fault. Whatever got him through mass must have been an act of God.
"Father Paul, I--" He raises a hand to stop you.
"Whatever you came here to say, I have to insist on apologizing first." He grimaces a little, clearly having a hard time hiding his discomfort. You can't help the sinking in your stomach at the thought of causing him grief.
His eyes dart back and forth somewhere above your head. The door. He's regretting ever letting you inside.
"No, I'm sorry," you smile weakly. "But we're adults. I think we can discuss it."
What was there to discuss? That what had transpired was a very welcome realization of what you came to confess, and now your feelings are even more complicated? That he left you a wanton mess and you wanted nothing more than to try again? You were starting to wish you had firmed up the script in your head, because he was certainly not taking the lead here.
You gesture innocently toward the small gray couch, unaware that there is a battle raging inside him. Father Paul looks reluctant, but takes a tentative step forward.
With each foot he closes between you, the exhaustion grows. The weariness of fighting against these urges that have been testing him, washing over him anew as the dull drumming of your heartbeat gets louder in his ears. He thinks of how good it felt to let himself succumb to you earlier this evening.
He sits, running his sweaty palms atop his long thighs.
Incredibly good.
So he decides to give in again.
His hand shoots out to grab your wrist before you can cross the room to the chair. You turn to look down into his face and are met with eyes that have once again turned into dark gulfs of unmistakable desire.
Oh. This was happening.
It had only been an hour since the hottest, most debauched almost-sex of your life, so despite all your misgivings, the scorching pang of desire once again floods your body with full force the instant he makes contact with your skin.
"What if Be--" you start, but he anticipates your question.
"I was very insistent she go home. After what happened, I expected I would, ah, need to be alone." Your face flushes hot at the implication.
He swallows thickly. "But I'm glad you're here."
You didn't need any more convincing.
His eyes are on you as you peel off your cardigan and underwear and snake your bra out from underneath your tank top. You hike up your skirt as you haul yourself over his lap so you are straddling his groin, your laced boots dangling behind you over the edge of the cushioned seat. Locking his gaze, you raise a hand to hook his clerical collar under your finger and give it a gentle pull, popping it free. Next you undo a button, then another, before diving in to kiss the exposed column of his throat.
He stiffens slightly, and you think there's a docility to Paul now that certainly wasn't there earlier. The delirious, animalistic urgency replaced by measured restraint. As if to confirm your observations, his fingers flex to tighten their grip on your waist, and his eyes squeeze shut. He sucks in a shaky breath that crescendos to a gasp of shock when you experimentally grind your swollen cunt against the hardness in his pants.
You're still so, so wet from earlier, and the thought of anointing his clerical uniform with your juices pitches you deeper into your dizzying tailspin of lust. Too bad he isn't still wearing the chasuble.
The friction with the fabric is nice, but you need to feel him.
You sit back on your knees and, free of any material obstructions, eagerly release him from his slacks. This time you can admire him fully. Your eyes widen at the length and subtle curve of him; even more wetness pools between your legs. You're thrilled by the privilege of knowing that a priest was gifted with such a beautiful cock, and you felt the need to tell him, in case no one ever had before.
"Father, you are blessed," you breathe, running your thumb over the tip. He whimpers quietly, impatient.
You can't disagree--you certainly won't be denied this opportunity again--so you waste no time lining him up with your entrance and sinking fully down onto him. One of your hands wraps delicately around the nape of his neck, the other gripping the back of the couch. When you reach the hilt, your breath exits yours lungs with a huff. You're so tight, and you intuitively squeeze yourself around him before relishing how the delicious stretch sends warmth flooding to the surface of your skin.
With each inch you take of him, Paul's brow furrows deeper in concentration, as if he's focused very hard on something, his lips moving soundlessly in silent prayer. Based on your experience in the pews, it was extremely unlikely Paul had never been with a woman before, but it seemed fair to guess it has been a very long time. You wonder if he's trying to make sure he lasts.
You set a slow pace, sliding along him in deep, full strokes that make you pant.
But it's not enough, you can't shake this dichotomy. Where was the depraved man from only an hour ago? The one who sent a shiver through you as he pressed you into the floor, ready to use you to fulfill some unspoken need?
"Paul." It's not a question, and his full attention snaps back to you. "Fuck me like you were going to on that church floor. Make me come until I can see God."
The corner of his lip quirks upward and there's that momentary glimmer in his eyes again. There he is.
The weariness vanishes as his mouth finds yours, melding your lips together with a growl. The hunger is back, and it hits you both like a shot of adrenaline to the heart.
He yanks up your top to grope your breast, one large palm massaging its weight. You arch your back, giving him access to suck fervently at your other nipple, and a gratified groan rises up from his throat. He's getting needier by the second; pinching your aching bud between his teeth, fingers squeezing handfuls flesh, hips bucking up to meet your movements on his cock.
Your nails press sharp little crescents into the skin of his neck and he sucks in through his teeth. Your head falls forward and you stifle your moans into his shoulder.
"There's no need…to be quiet…anymore," he grunts between thrusts. "Let me hear you, angel."
At this, you let yourself fall apart; the sound of your own crazed mewling twisting the corkscrew within you.
Still, you need to be closer somehow, so you crush your breasts against his body, pressing the rest of your torso into him. His hand wanders upward, long fingers splaying out across your throat and pushing your chin back slightly.
His open mouth grazes your collarbone and moves up into the soft, sensitive hollow of your neck, the sensation of his tongue there sending you teetering toward your peak, moans climbing in pitch and volume.
"Hail Mary, Mother of God…pray for us sinners now--"
His recitation is punctuated by gasps as he feels you clench around him with your approaching climax and he sees your heartbeat visibly thrumming before him, inches away, just under the skin, thin as tissue.
"--and at the hour…of our death."
Your attempt to respond with an "Amen" is cut off by your own cry as you feel your walls flutter wildly around him. But Paul shows no sign of slowing down. He just keeps fucking you, and the sensation never has a chance to diminish--you're cresting one wave of ecstasy as you feel yourself rolling right into another, this next orgasm hitting you like an avalanche.
"Forgive me," he murmurs under your screams as his teeth break the skin.
The searing sting of his bite sends the pleasure center of your brain into warp drive. Your vision spots over with lightning-white stars, and you can barely even register the feeling of his mouth, moving lasciviously against open skin for what could be a few seconds or a few minutes, you have no idea.
Eventually your body sags in his arms and your head gets swimmy. You think it's the usual post-orgasm comedown as your senses struggle to catch up to your brain, everything obstructed by cotton that's slowly sprouting in your ears. But when he pulls back to look at you and you see the glistening burgundy liquid smeared across his lips, you know it's more than that.
Blackness creeps into the corners of your vision, swallowing first the room, then his face, until the only thing left are his eyes--two shining gold coins floating in the darkness.
#midnight mass#fanfic#father paul x reader#father paul hill#monsignor pruitt#hamfam#in which father paul is feral (part 2)
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The Present
Summary: The second ghost's form hits a little too close to home and Eddie sees what he's missing out on.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Words: 3.4K
Warnings: Y/N use, ghosts, drinking, and cursing. I think that's it.
A/N: Hello! Here is chapter 3. I'm not exactly pleased with it but it'll do! Please let me know what you think!
Previous - Series Masterlist - Forward
2:00 AM
Eddie groaned as he woke up to the feeling of fingers brushing through his bangs. It made him think of you. Blinking his eyes open, he stared around dazed before trying to focus on the person in front of him. "Y/N?"
“No, sorry.” The person said with a sad smile and a shake of her strawberry blonde head.
Eddie sat up quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat when he finally saw her. Chrissy. There she was in all her young cheerleading glory looking better then the day she died. Narrowing his eyes Eddie growled at the new ghost. “Dead mom fine, dead babysitter sure, but this…this is fucked up. Why her?”
The ghost just shrugged her hands clutching the hem of her white cardigan, “We try to use forms that will resonate with you. Well most of us, the last ghost is a bit dramatic. Oh! I should introduce myself! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!”
“So this is really happening? I’m not completely losing my mind?”
“You are not losing your mind.” She smiled at him. It was Chrissy’s smile but her personality so far wasn’t what he knew it to be and that helped him a bit, but looking at her didn’t really ease his guilt, it just reminded him how he had run away when she needed him.
“No time to dwell!” She said, holding her hand out for him to grab like Mrs. Dunlap had. “We have to go! There’s many people to visit and not a lot of time!”
Biting his lip, Eddie sighed as he slapped his thighs and stood from the couch looking at Chrissy before his ring covered hand grabbed her outstretched one. There was no use in fighting this anymore. Might as well just give in and accept it. Taking a deep breath he was mentally preparing himself for the world to tilt when the sound of a window opening made him turn and look at it.
“Hold on tight!” She smiled as she ran towards the window, Eddie screaming in panic behind her.
“Nope. No no no no! This isn’t going to work!”
“Trust me!” The ghost yelled with a giggle as she jumped out the window pulling him with her.
“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yelled as he fell out of the window closing his eyes tightly waiting for the inevitable pain of falling a story down to the ground. But it never came, all he felt was wind in his hair as he peaked an eye open. He wasn’t falling. He was flying. Whipping his head around he looked at the sleeping town of Hawkins. “How?”
“It’s a ghost thing.” Chrissy shrugged as she pulled his hand. “Now come on! This way!”
Still scared of falling, Eddie held onto her hand with a death grip as they flew through the air. He watched as the town whizzed past them in a flurry of lights and snow. A little laugh left Eddie as they moved, he was always curious how it would feel to fly. It was invigorating, especially right now since he couldn’t feel the cold air around him. Almost all too soon they entered a neighborhood he recognized and landed on the fourth driveway on the right. “Gareths?”
“Your friends!” The cheerleader smiled as she walked towards the closed garage door where the muffled sound of music was heard.
“Do we knock?” He asked as he followed her.
“No need,” She said, her ponytail swishing as she walked through the door. Her arms reaching out with a gesture for him to join her inside the garage. When he didn’t she stuck her head out of the door, “Come on!”
“Walking through walls...” Eddie said as he walked towards the garage door. Lifting his hand he tried to touch the door but his hand just went right through it like she did. He huffed a laugh, “Metal..”
Pushing through the door he entered the garage and watched as the boys jammed, they were playing a Metallica song they had been trying to master for years. Eddie smiled a little, they still sounded great even if they were playing without a second guitarist. “They’re still together…”
“Of course they are! Still play the Hideout on Tuesdays too!” Chrissy yelled over the music as they watched them play, bouncing around in excitement as the music ramped up before coming to an end. She clapped as they relaxed smiles on their faces.
“That was the best one we’ve ever done!” Brandon said as he took the bass from around his shoulders putting it on the stand they had against the wall.
“It’s only taken us three years,” Gareth laughed, pushing his much longer hair out of his face. His blue eyes looked sad as he watched the other guys. “If only Eddie was here to hear it…”
“I did hear it!” Eddie said, stepping forward. “That was so awesome!”
The ghost put a hand on his arm giving him a sad look, “They can’t see or hear you.”
Eddie looked over at her nodding a bit before looking back over at the guys.
“He’ll come back,” Jeff said as he leaned his guitar against the wall. “He just needs time. Hawkins takes a while to forgive and forget you know?”
“He didn’t even do anything,” Gareth snapped, putting his drumsticks down with a little more force than needed. “It’s bullshit.”
“We know that,” Brandon said, nodding his head. “Eddie’s not the kind of guy to do what they said he did.”
Eddie felt like he stopped breathing. Shaking his head he looked over at the girl. “But Gareth gave up Dustin.”
“Only because Jason was going to break his fingers and make it so he could never play again.” Chrissy said as she pointed over at Gareth who sat behind his drums looking upset. “He still beats himself up over it.”
The older boy looked at Gareth and sighed. “It wasn’t his fault, I would have done the same thing.”
“You should tell him that.” She said as they watched Jeff pull his bag closer to himself.
“So, look, I know we said no gifts but,” He shrugged, pulling out a few things and handing them to the boys. Gareth got some new sticks since his current ones were about three beats away from snapping and Brandon got a couple patches, both of them also got some new dice. “I figure we could use some new dice for when Eddie comes back.”
“These are great, thanks Jeff!” Brandon smiled rolling the dice around in his hand.
“Awesome!” Gareth whispered as he looked over the new sticks.
Jeff just shrugged and smiled before pulling out a six pack out of his bag as well. “And I got us these. Merry Christmas guys!”
“Merry Christmas!” The other boys shouted as Jeff passed them both beers taking on out for himself.
“You should know,” Chrissy said as she looked over at Eddie, “They’ve had other guitarists come up and ask to join, seeing as they are one man down but they always deny them. Gareth tells them they have a second guitarist, he’s just taking a break.”
Eddie stood with his mouth agape not sure what to say, he could honestly say he didn’t expect them to still think so kindly of him. At least not now that he basically ditched them.
They both watched as Jeff pulled another beer from the pack and set it to the side by an empty guitar stand. “Merry Christmas Ed.”
“Let’s go,” The ghost said as she took his hand again, giving it a squeeze. “We have more to see.”
Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off the guys as she pulled him through the garage door and back out into the night. They had kept his place in the band open, they still wanted to play DND with him, they left him a beer! It was too much. Soon they were airborne again and moving away from the house heading to the other side of town where the fancier houses sat close to the old trailer park. From the air he could see the destroyed earth and empty space his uncle's trailer used to sit in.
They took a quick left and came upon the new trailer park area about a mile away from old Forest Hills where he used to live. It was nicer, better kept and the houses in the lots looked new.
“When the Upside Down destroyed the trailer the insurance your uncle had on it was able to pay for a new one. It’s a bit bigger than your old one.” The Ghost said as they landed next to a brand new trailer. It was the first time Eddie had seen the new home. He looked around the area, it was really nice. Looking down he cocked his head seeing a set of fresh tire tracks leaving the trailer but he just shrugged before walking up the small steps. “Can we go inside?”
“Of course!” She followed him in as they walked through the metal door. Wayne was sitting on a new couch, it was much nicer than his old one, no stains or quick patch jobs. His hands were running through his barely there hair as he sighed.
Eddie looked around the new place, it was huge, at least compared to the old one it was. Everything was up to date and looked clean. The place was decorated with the Christmas stuff that Wayne had in a storage locker. A small tabletop christmas tree sat on the dining room table like it always did. Glancing down the hallway Eddie noticed there were three doors, he was sure those were the rooms and a bathroom. This place looked big enough to have more than one bedroom. Looking back over at his uncle Eddie frowned. “He looks so sad.”
“I’m not surprised. He wanted to see you tonight.” Chrissy said as she walked around looking at the place. All the ghosts so far had been endlessly curious about the places they’ve taken him too. “Oh! You have a few gifts over here!”
Eddie didn’t listen to her as he watched his Uncle stand from the couch and grab the mugs that sat on the coffee table. That’s when he noticed one of the mugs, two mice wearing sunglasses on the beach. “Y/N was here..”
The ghost wandered around the room before she looked over at Eddie. “Y/N visits Wayne a few times a week. She doesn’t like that he’s alone all the time. So she’ll come and have dinner with him. She helped him decorate his new place for Christmas just in case you showed up.”
Emotion welled up in Eddie’s chest, he hadn’t really comprehended how much Wayne had missed him. “Looks like Wayne’s my Tiny Tim..”
“Hmm?” Chrissy asked, blinking at him. She was definitely more distracted than the other ghost.
“Nothing.” He followed Wayne into the kitchen watching as he washed the mugs. “This is… incredibly depressing.”
“This is a result of your choices Eddie.”
That hurt to hear. Sure, he knew he was hurting everyone but seeing it was completely different. Rubbing his chest Eddie followed his Uncle as he moved from the kitchen back to the couch, turning on the TV and watching some movie that was playing. It was heartbreaking to see his Uncle so upset.
“I can’t watch this anymore.” Turning away Eddie all but rushed out of the trailer leaving the ghost to follow him. “Isn’t there anywhere else we can go?”
“There’s one more place.” She said as she held out her hand. “But we have to hurry, my time is almost up.”
Grabbing her hand he let her lead him to their final destination. A few miles down the road they landed on the grass outside a small home decorated in lights and Eddie looked around not recognizing it. It was a one story house with an attached garage, Steve's BMW sitting in the driveway. There were a few other cars he didn’t know sitting in the street. “Harrington moved out of his parents house?”
“Mhm!” The cheerleader nodded as she walked towards the front window. “He moved in with Robin. They were promoted to manager and assistant manager and able to pool their checks from Family Video and rented this place.”
“Good for them…” Eddie said as he followed her looking in the front window, it was frosted over somewhat like the memory of the house in Oklahoma. He could see the party inside. Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. All the kids, who weren’t kids anymore if he was being honest. They were now seniors in high school and on track to graduate in the coming year. He was proud of them. Eddie smiled at her before he turned and walked into the house without the ghost having to say anything she just followed.
Together they wandered into the warm and cozy house. It was decorated nicely for the holiday, a tree stood to the side of the front window in the corner of the living room presents underneath it and a comfy couch sat with a few recliners in front of a tv on a wooden tv stand. The walls were covered in framed photos and movie posters. Eddie looked over one wall full of photos by the front door and stopped to stare at a framed snapshot of you and him, he was hugging you from behind kissing your cheek as you laughed. That was after the last Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout that Eddie played with the band. Before he ended everything. Tears pricked his eyes and he had to look away.
“Alright, alright!” Steve said as he walked back into the living room from the open kitchen. “Are we going to open presents now or what?”
“We are still waiting for Y/N!” Dustin said as he looked up from the card game he was playing with Will.
“Is she still at Mr. Munsons?” Nancy asked from her spot lounging on the couch next to Jonathon who had his arm around her shoulder. His hand was idly playing with the sleeve of her shirt.
“She was supposed to be,” El nodded as she looked around, her hand was holding Max’s. Eddie took in a gasping breath at the dull look in her once bright blue eyes.
The redhead moved her head towards where the voices were coming from. “She’s probably on her way, keep your shirt on.”
“She’s blind now...” Chrissy said as she looked over at Eddie from where she stood behind Steve. “It’s a side effect of dying from Vecna’s curse. The doctors are still trying to figure out how to fix it.”
Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of her for a while. He felt so guilty for having failed her too. You, Max, Chrissy.. He failed all of them. “Oh Red…”
Lucas walked over to her with a cup in his hand and sat down taking her free hand and placing the cup in it before kissing her on the head. “Yeah man. Just give her a few more minutes.”
“Fine,” Steve said as he sat in a recliner with his hands up in surrender. “A few more minutes then she’s shit out of luck.”
“Calm down Dingus,” Robin said from her spot on the floor in front of the TV stand. “She’ll be here.”
Just as she finished talking the front door flew open and you blew in. Your hair was windswept and covered in freshly fallen snow. You looked up with a smile, adjusting the bags in her hands as you closed the door behind you to keep out the cold. “Sorry, I’m late! Wayne was telling me about the new plant and then I had to stop by my parents house to drop off presents for them for tomorrow since I gotta work the early shift!”
“Hey!” Everyone cried as they saw you, smiling blooming on their faces. It made Eddie smile too as he saw their reaction to you showing up.
You set your bags down and unbundled yourself tossing your jacket and scarf on the chair next to the door before grabbing the bags again and heading into the living room. Dropping the bags under the tree for later.
“Y/N..” Eddie said as he watched you smile at everyone. You looked as beautiful as the day he met you. Your shimmering eyed and radiant smile still makes his heart beat just a little faster.
You walked past the invisible Eddie to ruffle Mike's hair. “Getting long, Wheeler! Eddie would be proud. Little headbanger.”
“Shut up.” He laughed as he flattened his hair, before his voice got quiet, “He didn’t show up… did he?”
Y/N looked down at the ground before shaking her head as she sat on the arm of the couch next to Mike. “No, but I didn’t really expect him to.”
“She was waiting for me?” The metalhead asked as he looked over at the ghost who brought him here.
“She always does.” Chrissy said with a shrug as she walked up to you. “You know she’s never dated anyone else. She’s still holding out for you, hoping one day you’ll come back. Be the Eddie she knows and loves.”
Eddie walked up to you, lifting his hand to push a lock of hair from your face but his hand only went through you. “I didn’t want her to wait for me. I wanted her to hate me.”
“You can’t control what other people do Eddie.” She said as she shook her head.
“I know,” He looked away from you for a moment looking back at the ghost. “I was hoping if I separated myself from them it would make it easier for them to live their lives. No one hurting them because of me...”
“He’ll come around.” Dustin said, looking up from his spot on the ground the card game lay forgotten between him and Will who was nodding his head at the others.
“It’s been three years Dustin.” Steve said as he stood up, hands on his hips. “I want to think so too but it looks like he’s stuck in his own pity party.”
“Hey!” Eddie snapped glaring at Steve like he could hear him. It was not a pity party!
Everyone was silent for a moment before you looked over at Steve. “I don’t care how long it takes. When he’s ready to come back I’ll be there.”
“Oh, baby,” Eddie said as he smiled lightly, his eyes softening when he looked at you.
“My time is up,” Chrissy said as she reached for his hand. “It’s time to go.”
“Can I have a few more minutes?” He asked as he looked back at Chrissy. He wasn’t ready to go.
“There’s no more time Eddie,” The ghost said as she stepped closer to him.
Eddie looked between the cheerleader and you before he leaned forward and whispered in your ear knowing you couldn’t hear him but it made him feel better. “I love you...”
Pulling back watched you look over the group as Steve headed towards the tree.
“Alright, change of subject! Now that Y/N is here we can get this show on the road! Presents and then movies!”
Everyone agreed as they got up to grab their gifts to exchange with those around them, it was a beautiful sight. Them all laughing and having fun after the horribleness that was the Upside Down destroying the town.
“We have to go.” Chrissy said as she started to pull him from the house in a hurry. With one last look in the living room Eddie watched as you smiled at the gift you had just opened. The ghost looked back at him with a small sad smile as he moved to the window to watch you. She was already starting to fade, they wouldn’t have time to get back to the apartment. “Remember what you saw tonight.”
Finally looking over his shoulder Eddie’s eyes went wide as he watched her disappear. Taking a step toward her his hand going out to grab her shoulder. “Wait where are you going?”
“My time is up. Remember there is one more ghost that will visit you tonight. You shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
In a blink she was gone, leaving Eddie standing out in the snow in front of Steve and Robins home. Looking around in panic Eddie put his hands in his hair. “Shit.”
#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#Hard Candy Christmas series#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things fanfiction#st s4#multi chapter
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Harry and River;
Vaccines:
Today was River's 4 year vaccinations and I was torn between how I felt. I was nervous because I knew River would cry, but also happy because with those shots he can finally go to kindergarten. My alarm was set for 7:35 in the morning because our appointment was at 9:00 and I needed to make sure River was dressed and out the door by a half hour before 8.
I explained to River last night beforehand that he would be getting 4 shots and it would only feel like four pinches. "Can I bring rexie?" I smiled. "Of course you can my love. Rexie's gonna get his shots too cause he's a big boy dinosaur." River smiled and jumped around happily. Poor boy didn't know what he was in for. We ate a quick breakfast before leaving the house and making our way down to children's hospital.
In the parking deck, I explained to River what was going to happen and he seemed to understand but he was mostly squeezing rexie. We saw other little babies and toddlers with their parents holding their hands. I felt River let go of mine and protest that he wasn't a baby. "But you still have to hold daddy's hand, and besides I like holding your hand." River hesitantly resurfaced his hand into mine and we went across to the door.
"Want daddy to pick you up?" River thought about it before shaking his head. After seeing a what looked like 4 month old baby being held in her mother's arms, River wanted better...to be more grown up. We went inside the elevators going up to the 7th floor. I looked over to River looking at all the buildings down below that we were surpassing from going up. My curious boy wondered about the world around him.
The elevator dinged and we stepped off making a beeline to the doctor's office. I instructed for River to wait for me in the waiting room while I signed him in at the front desk. Of course River went to the toy section but I wasn't worried because it kept him busy. "Hi I'm here for a River Styles?"
The receptionist looked through her computer and confirmed. "Okay, I'll just have you sign right here." She said sliding me a clipboard from under the glass barrier in front of her desk. I slid it back once I signed it and then she had me take a seat. River and I were the only ones there so I just soaked up the peace and quiet while I could.
It wasn't until I heard another baby crying from being the door, that I realized they were probably getting they're shots too. I looked over at River who was looking towards the door. "Why is that baby crying?"
"They could be getting injections, or maybe they're hungry." After 5 minutes, the nurse called River's name and so I took his hand and we followed the nurse.
The nurse took River's weight and height and then she checked his hearing and eyes. She took him back to the exam room that was decorated with blue and yellow duck wallpaper with Winnie the Pooh stickers on the walls.
The nurse took his blood pressure and temperature. She asked him a couple questions before leaving. "The doctor will be in shortly." River fiddled with his fingers and was slightly humming and shaking his knee. He does that whenever he gets nervous. "It'll be okay Rivie, daddy's with you."
The doctor came in and checked River's heart and lungs, his stomach, his back and mouth. "Everything looks healthy. He's scheduled for 4 shots today right?" The doctor said while writing something down on his computer. "I nodded. What type are they?"
"They are his polio, meningitis, mumps and rubella. He gets the rest in the fall when he comes back."
I nodded and thanked the doctor before the nurse came in with a shot tray. The doctor left and it was just the three of us. "Okay, daddy did you wanna hold on to River's arms for me?" The nurse patted the end of the table for River to lay down. River started whimpering but I softly reassured him that he would be alright.
"It's okay baby, daddy's here. I'm just gonna hold your hands and you can squeeze them okay?" I said in my baby voice. I peppered kisses along his cheeks and whispered soft things in his ears. "It's okay bubba, daddy's got you." The nurse rubbed his thighs with alcohol wipes.
"I'll be quick honey okay?" She said gently. She injected the first needle in which erupted a cry from River. "Oh my baby, I'm here." I said softly reassuring him. I pressed repeated kisses to his cheeks over and over. "My little pumpkin. Boo Boo bear."
The nurse kept her promise of going fast because soon all 4 shots were done and over with. After she placed the bandages over his legs, I swiftly picked him and up and smothered him in kisses. "I know, I'm sorry sweetie." I said in my baby voice. "Daddy knows it hurts." River was still crying so I tried my hardest to calm him down before we went back out to the waiting room.
"Daddy's gonna kiss you Rivie," and with that I gave him a big kiss on his chubby rosy tear stained cheek. "Mmmmuah!" River was still whimpering so I continued hugging him.
"Look rexie's got his shots too!" I put some extra bandages from the tray on rexie's legs. That made River giggle a little but he was still sad. "I want you to carry me." He cried. "Okay, but remember I have to carry our stuff too so when we leave the office, you have to walk okay?"
River buried his head into my shoulder. I gently rubbed his back and we went out to the waiting room. "Have a nice day!" The receptionist said. "Thank you, you too."
I set River down so I could press the elevator button. "It's all over now, so we can get anything you want for lunch!" "Ice cream!" River said with his arms up. "That can go with your lunch. But what about tacos or burgers?"
"Oh tacos!" I laughed a little and agreed tacos would make a good lunch.
"River you were such a big boy getting your shots. And daddy's so proud of you." I bent down and gave his a kiss on the cheek and then rubbed his head. River was such a brave boy.
#harry styles#dad!harry#dadrry#harry styles imagine#harry styles son#single dad harry#son#daddy's kitten#daddy's love#daddy's boy#daddy's baby#vaccines#single dad Harry styles and River
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part 8 (〒﹏〒) sorry for hiatus
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it's 12:00 am and it's officially my birthday...ಥ╭╮ಥ
here's the mention @thatdazaikin it really makes me smile seeing your reblogs everytime i finished writing this, my mental state is currently in the middle of good and bad right now but i'm still trying to improve. i hope you have a great day, please take care of yourself! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♥️
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"wakey wakey?" you woke up and saw you were already home, "who know you were this sleepy." he huffed. you immediately got off and started scratching your head nervously, "errm..i didn't mean to i was just too tired and uh.." you were panicking and felt your heart racing, i really need to practice calming myself down.
"hmmm?" he raised an eyebrow, "nevermind nevermind! i'll just get her?" you asked, "maybe i could come inside? it's fine if you don't want to i'm just a tad bit curious." he smiled, you couldn't refuse with that charming smile of him, of course you couldn't. "well it's a little messy so bare with it." you shrugged. you unlocked your door as dazai singsong his way to your house, "it looks pretty neat to me, ah helloooo little one?" he grabbed your cat and raised it and kissed it's nose, you were surprised that he didn't get any scars. "i'll be taking care of you from now on until your pretty little caretaker feels better okay?? she feels quite tired you know?" he smiled cheekily. pretty-?! does he really mean that?!
"oh and dazai!" you spoke, "hm?" he asked, "would you mind helping me with the exercises..? i really haven't completed it.", "of course!" dazai responded.
"of course, i'll just brew some tea real quick." you were walking up to your kitchen, "actually, may i have water instead? I'm really thirsty actually." he sucked in a breath and pretend to start choking and you eventually start laughing, "that's all you're gonna do to a dying person? laugh? that isn't nice hmph!" he crossed his arm and turned away with a pouted look, "alright alright i'll get the water so we can get started." you went to the kitchen and grabbed two cups of water. coming back you placed the water on the table and sat down, "shall we start?" he tilts his head and looked at you. nodding, he starts explaining the exercises and you admired him but was kind of jealous that he knows better than you even though he joined for probably about a month ago.
"and that's how you solve those equations! do you have any other questions?" he finishes, "no, i don't think i do, thank you for the explanation dazai! i didn't expect you to solve those effortlessly." you praises, he was looking at you and you looked back. making eye contacts with him. did i say the wrong thing? why am i so-
dazai suddenly burst out laughing as he left you dumbfounded, trying to process what had happened. "did you mean that? i mean it was simple but, i'm quite adulated." adulated, to feel flattered. "ah i do mean it." you smiled, "come to think of it, what time is it?" you checked the time and saw it was still 8:14 pm. wait, ITS 8:14??!! "ah dazai, i'm sorry i wasted too much time." you apologized, "non-sense! it's fine honestly, my parents are usually busy, especially my father but, i guess i'll be getting home now, it was my pleasure tutoring you." he stood up and bowed. "wait-! can i ask for something?" he turned back, "what could you want~?" he grinned. "do you still have that one book called i am a cat?" you requested. dazai sighs in disappointment and smiled, "i do, you wanna borrow it?" he handed you the book, "yes i do, thank you!" you excitingly took the book and thanked him twice as you took a look at the book, soy un gato by natsume sōseki.
"so what do i get return?" he pouted, "eh- 1,000 yen..?" you asked, "do i look like i need money?" he questioned you in a grumpy tone. "i mean you said to uh.." you were oblivious of what he wants. he sighs and patted your head, "it's fine~" he hummed. you were stunned, speechless, flustered, embarrassed. anything. his hand felt soft, i mean it isn't the first time but it's just unexpected everytime and it always made your cheeks red, if that's possible. sometimes you wondered if he always noticed your embarrassments everytime you talk to him. "i think it's time i get going now, it really was nice being able to hang out with you everyday and i do mean it." he said and smiled, his smiles always look so beautiful, making your heart fuzzy sometimes. "i'd say the same, but i guess i'll see you tomorrow dazai." you responded, you both suddenly heard a meow and looked down to see your cat somehow hugging dazai leg. "ah, i almost forgot about this small one, it's time to go home now~" he picked her up as she grasp onto dazai's chest, "alright, be safe you two." you both said your goodbyes and watched as he left. you sighed, "why am i so obvious with myself being flustered around him, it makes me feel like i'm making him uncomfortable or something. i don't understand!!" you then groaned.
you're almost like a problem i can't solve
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Tommy boy funeral scene - Google Search
So Trump is threatening our son to try and stay out of this. He has enemies everywhere any alienated most people and destroyed Bridges most of the bridges are gone fully. So just sit there and threatens. And this is result and it is for Macs stuff ultimately. And he doesn't really get out of it the sun gets information when he's sitting there on the dock about how it was and how it is and why you guys don't really hear and see the much of that. We're doing most of work cuz you couldn't handle it and turns a little babies just starts threatening like madness that's what he taught you to do, and most other s.
It is what our sudden tells him to a degree but it's very real and very personal it's about his life too and Tommy boy you realize something he's going to get going on things and take over and do the job no he realizes out of trouble. And that's what he told him cuz that's what it is and our sons in the middle, is having an awful time with one of you because you don't consider him to be family and you think he's a punching bag for you and you're wrong we can't keep tolerating what you're doing and allow you to get away with stuff you're there illegally and we're not making it happen, is a bunch of forces that are and they're paying now dearly.
One such force is the marlock, they lost over $300,000 octillion last night they had a hundred sixty areas left, it dropped down to before midnight well it said about 120 now and the other day it was 400. Those are big areas. And the ones you're losing are the ones that are furthest away from the six entrances to the core. And fierce fighting is occurring over remaining iron ore deposits like the one at the Grand canyon. They had a rude awakening in Vegas and they made a little track and they advertised it and hordes came out to Las Vegas way too many. And I decided to relocate the track and she just put it on TV or pay-per-view really and still have gambling. It's kind of like this you guys can't handle a crowd and you don't know what to do is it overrun and you leave you had so many customers that nobody could get anything. You know sun said. You probably can't get in but at least you can see it and if you tourists outside and suck it up soaking in a lot of people are happy with that and started taking pictures and looking at things some said shut up and not many and it was very pleasant. A lot of the bosses look down and said what happened so this please answer the observe it and looking for the outside and being there is a reality that you're doing even if you don't get in and they got really teary eyes and said wow as saved our place again, our sun aid I hope you don't take the wrong way, they said no and okay so that's a few people that said we're out here being curious because we can't get in and the guy said I'm going to have it coming into a pool each and every one of you so you set up this big line to go in one way and out the other and he's telling me okay one pool now let everybody in so they went through everything we want to thank you and give him somebody some people one and they kept doing it and something was going to jackpot $5, 00 20,000 someone won a 100,000, nothing is smiling and didn't lose any money and made tons of money and he said this I made customers. The others did ut and almost everybody got in. It was incredible so many people were happy about it about it he says it's a parallel they're not really violence or dangerous but. So he said it is a parallel so shut up. And it was a good night. Is it going to warning the civic award and it's for good business... They checked it is for business. So they're going to do that then they're going to present it to him today and another thing this was like you kind of kept a little piece there and he's probably in trouble with clones. You got another award and they don't want to see what it is and the clotlnes are bothering him and they're helping them and he sees it and he's getting troops and they are going to get some Intel. And others are doing it for the Jeff Bridges up on the board and helping themselves and are looking for him. There's a contingent out there and the calling for more troops and our son called Mike t and said it's a special one and he said I know how special it is and he sent a huge group and to be under their command and to search for him he said what could be wrong here.
John remillard won't give up and won't stop bothering but I guess he can't. That's the way it is and opened it up and it's too big for him it's too big for Mac but they're not really helping out each other so that's not working.
Have a few ideas what to do here that's really only one thing we need to do and that's to man up, I'm sending in troops now.
There's someone companies relating John revolordova off we're going to mention them a little later right now he needs to rest
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