#It's the only place I'm a Regular where everyone knows my name
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How do you meet COD men ?
Price, Soap, Rudy, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan
(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written or if they're OOC. )
P R I C E :
-"I'm going to die," you say to your friend.
-"What ? Why would you die ?"
-"I sent a pregnant Shrek cake to a military base."
-"Why would you do that ?!"
-"This guy ordered a cake for his soldier's birthday, but I also had the order for a prank and...
-"You mixed up the two boxes."
-"Yes."
-"So, actually,....a soldier is opening his box and..."
-"And he will see a pregnant Shrek cake."
-"...It was good to know you when you were alive."
-"You're supposed to reassure me !"
-"Oh sorry. You will die fast, don't worry. It's their job"
-"Fuck you."
-"How was the guy who ordered ?"
-"Like he could crash my head between his arms"
-"Shit."
-"But he was handsome, I guess."
-"Guess your last view will be nice, at least."
-"Shit, how do I even excuse myself for that ? I can't go to the base and say "sorry I sent a Shrek cake, but it was a mistake can you let me in ?"
-"I guess you just say it," a man says.
-You gulp when you recognize the Captain who ordered you the cake.
-"Sir, I'm so sorry, I swear it's not on purpose, I just mixed two orders and..."
-"And you made my boys laugh after a rough mission."
-"oh."
-"So thanks. Of course, it was not what I planned for a birthday, but seeing them happy was nice."
-"You're..welcome, I guess ?"
-He smiles.
-"But don't ever do another pregnant Shrek when I order from you, next time, please."
-"Next time ?"you say surprised.
-"It was delicious, I don't plan to change a good baker," he smiles.
And that's how you gain a regular after offering a pregnant Shrek cake. (even though each time he sees green on your hand, he seems scared when he takes the box.)
S O A P :
- He drew you like Gollum.
- I know, it sounds horrible, let me explain.
- You needed money, and you offered your services as a model for art classes.
- Soap was one of the students.
- During his leaves, he often took art classes to relax.
- And usually it goes well.
- But when he saw you....he thought he could never do justice to your face.
- He felt so self-conscious about his skills that he ended up doing a horrible portrait of you.
- And it could have ended up here, but the teacher decided to show everyone's pieces of art to analyze them
- So you saw Soap's piece where you looked like Gollum.
- And you knew it was from him.
- Everyone has a smile, while he was terrified.
- Usually, he's self-confident, but it's on the battlefield, in his life. The art was the only place where he was not sure he belonged too.
- At the end of the classes, he decided to talk to you.
- "I'm sorry for what happened today, I felt anxious and I ended up doing a bad portrait. It doesn't look like you at all."
- You looked up at him and smiled.
- "Why do you apologize? It was fun to see me like this, plus you need to start somewhere, no? You can't be a fucking Leonardo Da Vinci from the first day."
- He was too stunned to speak.
- "John or Johnny," he said.
- You looked at him confused.
- "Name's John, sorry, it seems you really blew my mind."
- You chuckled. "Nice to meet you, John. Hope next time your mind will be more confused for the next class."
- He nodded.
- Wait, did you say the next class? But it was nude models…
- Hope he won't draw a stick figure this time.
R U D Y
- You were an author.
- Well, it was not your main job since you only sold four books this year, but you considered yourself an author.
- And you had a hater. Someone who left a hateful review on each of your books.
- You knew that the next day after publishing your book, he would leave a bad review.
- So when your boss at the library told you that someone was regularly buying your books, you knew it could only be this hater, since the other person who bought your books was your mom.
- And you had had a bad day. So when your boss told you he was there, you were about to confront this hater.
- Maybe to understand what he didn't like or to know if he was just a coward.
- So you strode towards the spot your boss pointed at.
- "Hey, you," you said, not sure what to add after. When the man raised his head, he looked fit, and you knew you couldn't stand a chance in a fight if he decided to fight.
- "Wait, are you the author Y/N?" Rudy asked, with a sparkle in his eyes.
- Wait... A sparkle?
- "Hm, yeah, it's me," you answered, not sure what was happening.
- "I love your work. Your last book was really amazing. I have followed you since your debut."
- Your mouth was open, because :
1. one, your mom had lied to you when she told you she had bought three copies of your book.
2. And second, you had your first fan in front of you.
- "Thanks," you almost said, tears of joy welling up. "Sorry if I sound harsh. I thought you were that hater."
- "Oh yeah, I saw those reviews on your page. He's always there, but don't worry, I'll leave positive reviews to balance it. I'm Rudy, by the way."
- "Nice to meet you, and thanks for loving my work."
- "No need to thank me. I just appreciate good books."
- "What's your favorite, if I may ask?"
- Rudy smiled, and you both started chatting about books that afternoon. Maybe your reviews would improve after this, not just because of your writing, but also because he found you stunning.
G H O S T :
- Ghost scared people on the battlefield.
- However, the people who were most scared of him were the mechanics on the base.
- Ghost was a horrible driver, and everyone knew that.
- So, each time he went to the mechanics, they knew it was because he had done horrible damage to the cars.
- A game was organized whenever Ghost approached – you played rock, paper, scissors, and the loser had to fix his car.
- However, you were new to the base.
- When you saw this guy standing and waiting, you went to him without realizing all this.
- But when you saw his car, you understood why no one else was coming.
- He had a bowling ball in the trunk, the roof was broken, all the windows were shattered, and one tire was burnt.
- "...did you take this on the battlefield?" you asked.
- "No." He said shortly.
- You blinked. "Then why is it in this condition?"
- "There was a grandma on the road."
- "...so, because of a grandma, you have a bowling ball in your trunk?"
- "Because I swerved to avoid her and ended up hitting a bowling alley."
- "How did you even get a driver's license?"
- "The examiner was too sick to see me again for the ninth time, so he just gave it to me."
- "I guess I'll fix your car, but please don't drive if you don't need to, sir."
- "Sure."
- The next day, he was there again with a hole in the car because of a bird. How ? You didn't know.
-But it seemed you had become his official mechanic without even knowing it.
G A Z :
- When he hears your voice in a café, he recognizes you.
- The problem is, he can't come to you.
- Because if he knows your voice, it's because of your streams.
- Your ASMR streams.
- Being a soldier means your sleep schedule isn't really regular, and to help himself sleep, Gaz discovered ASMR.
- He found out about your streams, then your Patreon, and... let's just say your ASMR is spicy.
- So yes, if he says he's a fan of yours, it implies he has to reveal he listens to that in front of his teammates.
- And he's not ashamed of it.
- But he doesn't want Price to know he likes spicy ASMR, just like he wouldn't want to know what Price's fantasies are, or what Ghost likes in bed.
- (He wants to forget Soap's idea about Ghost in pink lingerie and a thong, and the day Price wore latex pants.)
- It's a line he doesn't want to cross.
- But he's also your biggest fan.
- So he tries to walk near you.
- But you're with a friend.
- And he doesn't know if your friend knows about this.
- So he ends up just glancing at you.
- Shit, how does he approach someone who does +18 things, without saying he knows they do this?
- Maybe if he waves... or just says hello? Or maybe if he asks for a selfie or…
- "Are you trying to imitate Ghost?" Soap asks.
- "What? No. Why do you say that?!" Gaz says, looking away.
- "Because you're staring at this person like they killed your dad and ate your mom, then burned your house and kidnapped your dog."
- "...it was really detailed for a scenario," Gaz says, confused.
- "So?"
- "I just know them, but I don't want to disturb them." Gaz says, trying to lie and tell the truth at the same time.
- If Soap finds out the truth, he'll never hear the end of it.
- "Do you want me to call them?"
- "NO. Absolutely not, don't do this, mate."
- "Why not?"
- Because they'll think you listen to their spicy ASMR audios, he wants to say, but he remains quiet.
- God, he feels like a teenager.
- But suddenly, he sees you walking towards them.
- You sit next to them, and... you wink at him, pointing to his key ring on his bag.
- It's your merch.
- Meaning... you know he's a fan.
- "Thanks for supporting me," you whisper before returning to your friend.
- Gaz doesn't speak until he gets back to base, too embarrassed but also too happy.
K E E G A N :
- You were tired.
- The rush had finally ended. It was now 11 PM, and there was this one client who had just ordered 10 Happy Meals.
- You wanted to slap him. He had ordered at 22:57, and the fast food closed at 23:00.
- So you didn't have a choice but to serve him.
- You looked at your colleague, who was sighing, and you nodded.
- You were preparing the trays, ready to see 10 kids running around and getting everything dirty, but…
- It was only one man with a mask.
- When you saw him, you were ready to raise your hands and give him money. Why the heck would a man with a gun and a mask be at a McDonald's at 23:00 buying 10 Happy Meals?
- But he just took them and ate.
- One after another.
- In silence.
- In five minutes.
- And then he left.
- You looked at your colleague.
- "Guess it's as weird as people who order a burger without buns," your colleague said.
- You nodded and thought it was just the one weird client of the day.
- But every Wednesday, he was there, in silence.
- Maybe he hated Ronald McDonald, so he planned to run out of your stock of Happy Meals?
- Or maybe he collected the toys?
- You didn't know, but he was there.
- And you saw him eating those nuggets and fries without sauce.
- He didn't touch his drinks. My, how dry it must be.
- But one Wednesday you took a day off. So when you came back the next day, you joked with your colleague about the Happy Meal guy.
- But they didn't laugh.
- "Who?" they asked.
- And just like that, you realized that when you weren't there, the Happy Meal guy wasn't there either.
- You were scared.
- Maybe he thought buying Happy Meals seduced you, or it was his way of warning you before he would kill you, like a threat, "You'll end up like those nuggets."
- So, when you saw him enter, you sent your colleague.
- However, your manager decided to give you your break at that moment, meaning it would be only you and him in the place.
- You tried to act normally, but you noticed how he seemed not to like his food yet still ate it.
- You sighed and sat next to him, offering him some sauces.
- "It's better with these. You know, you can have them for free in the menu next time."
- He looked at you and nodded.
- He then tried it and smiled.
- That's when you noticed his dog tags.
- "We have a discount for military personnel, so you could take a real meal instead of a Happy Meal if you want to."
- He looked surprised and nodded.
- Next time, he ordered 2 Happy Meals and two regular menus.
- So you smiled.
- Until his other masked colleagues ordered 20 Happy Meals because they liked the skull toys in them.
- Maybe it was just military men who had a problem with Happy Meals.
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pls write more Jamie!!!!!
ask and you shall receive!!!!
drinking game
jamie drysdale x fem! reader
warnings?: alcohol, smut, unprotected sex (🙅🏻♀️), oral fem receiving, fluff
(this is an older draft that i edited, apologies for any mistakes🙏🏻)
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as the sun began to set on the warm city of anaheim, the alcohol began to come out from the shadows, courtesy of none other than.... you guessed it! trevor zegras. he planned this gathering weeks ago in preparation for the start of the regular season. which of course jamie was elected to host.
"alright bitches let's get this damn show on the road." he says holding two packs of smirnoff ices mason just behind him with a 24 pack of twisted teas and a 12 pack of michelob ultra.
"this is all you got?" jamie asks, walking into the room.
"we still have a bunch of of shit from the last few weeks jimbo we're fine." he scoffs placing everything on the counter. jamie's dark damp hair falls over his face as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch. he runs his fingers through his hair brushing it out of his face and joins everyone in the kitchen as you had already cracked open a few drinks. apparently a few sips was enough for you to find jamie's simple gestures insanely attractive.
"hey y/n, can you pass me a smirnoff?" jamie asks nodding to the pack of originals on the counter near me.
"yeah here." you say passing him one. he opens the bottle eagerly and downs it like water. apparently you were staring because you were snapped out of your thoughts when jamie said your name.
"i was staring wasn't i?" you ask, your cheeks burning red.
"yep, but i was gonna ask if you wanted to shot gun with me?" he asks holding up three twisted teas.
"oh yeah of course, why do you have three?" you ask.
"two for me because i'm trying to get sloshed." he smiles handing you one. you follow the pale canadian into the backyard anxiously.
"ok on my count." jamie says holding up his hand counting down on his fingers. once he hits 1 you crack open the cans and down the drink as quickly as possible. considering you don't drink too often, you were already pretty drunk.
"can you go grab us another ice?" jamie asks as he is about to down the second one.
"yeah of course." you say trying not to trip and face plant your way back into the house. you return with the drinks and he opens your bottle handing it to you before opening his.
"cheers m'lady" he smirks.
"cheers." he says as you both take a swig.
"hey guys, alex brought a drinking game kate made, wanna play?" mason asks sticking his head through the doorway.
"yeah we're coming." jamie says smiling and finishing his drink. you follow him back into the house and sit side by side around a large board on the living room floor. you sat and listened as kate and alex explained the rules, which were straight forward. roll the dice, move that many spaces and do what the square says. everyone picks a game piece and start. the first round was light only taking a few sips of drinks and a few shots of malibu. needless to say, you were incredibly drunk and probably obviously eye fucking jamie sitting right next to you.
"alright y/n you landed on dare. who do you want to give you the dare?" kate asks you.
"uhm.... trevor." you say not knowing what he was gonna say. he gives alex a smirk and then opens his mouth to speak, "i dare you, to kiss jamie for 30 seconds."
your eyes go wide.
“what?”
"don't 'what' me you've been eye fucking him for the last 10 minutes." he laughs. you look to your right where jamie sat, looking completely unbothered.
"fine." you say climbing lazily into his lap. you place both of your hands on his face and colliding your lips. his hands find there way to your waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping your bottom lip to open. immediately, you feel your panties soak with moisture. he pats your ass cheek to signal that your time was done. once you separate you take a second to look into his eyes and what you saw was not what you expected from him.
pure lust.
you climb off his lap back into my spot, sitting criss cross quickly and adjust the leggings you’re wearing.
"¡ honestly don't even know what to say." kate laughs and everyone joins. including you and jamie with hesitant laughs as our eyes lock again.
"ok anyways jamie, you got 4." she says and he moves his piece 4 spaces.
"take as many shots as rolled on the dice." he says aloud," how about chug for 5 seconds."
"sure." alex says. jamie grabs onto the neck of the malibu and takes a few decent gulps.
"fuck." he says feeling the effects. as the game continues, the tension between jamie and you had only grown. you’ve scooted closer together and his hand has found his way onto your leg.
"HA I WIN!" mason yells, downing the rest of his drink. everyone stands up to go your separate ways again.
jamie grabs onto your hand and guides you to the empty kitchen. he leans back onto the counter, pulling you with him by your hands. your hands find their way to his chest as you look up into his big blue eyes.
"you can't keep looking at me like that." he says smoothing his hands down your back and stopping on your ass.
"but maybe it's because i want something." you say basically pulling out the puppy dog eyes.
"y/n there's a bunch of people here." he says hesitantly lifting his hand off your ass and directing your gaze to the window.
"and you have a bedroom, with a door that locks." you say patting him on the chest. he sits and stares at you for another moment.
"my fucking god, how can i say no to you?" he says leaning down and connecting your lips again, this time more passionately, knowing that no one is around. after a few moments you hesitantly break the kiss.
"come on let's go hang out with them for a little bit." he says surprisingly.
"jamie please." you beg grabbing fist fulls of his shirt.
"y/n come on, we can go sit out with them while they drink more and then we can go up okay?" he asks brushing a strand up hair out of your face.
"but why can't we just go now?"
"would you just trust me for a second?" he says clearly having an alterier motive.
"okay." you say as he kisses you one more time before guiding you by the small of your back out to the fire pit. he sits down on the loveseat and you go to sit next to him, which he stops you and pulls you onto his lap and jumps into conversation casually. you stare at him like an alien for a moment while his hands so casually rested around your ass. you’re painfully aware of how close you are.
at this point you’re longing for him. you keep shifting on his lap trying to hide the horny bitch you were becoming, while hopefully torturing him in the process. his hands tighten their grip on you
. "go upstairs." he whispers in your ear.
"and say what to them?"
"just say you're going to the bathroom because you don't feel great or something. i'll be up there in five." he replies and you stand up.
"hey guys, i'm gonna head to the bathroom, i'm not feeling great. i may call it a night."
"aw but you're staying over right?" trevor asks.
"yeah yeah, just gonna go maybe take a cold shower or something." you say finally escaping and making your way up the stairs into jamie's room. knowing that jamie would soon be up there for you is already enough to leave your underwear dripping.
you sat anxiously on the bed, picking at your nails waiting for him to walk through the door. a few slow minutes go by and you finally hear the knob turn.
"sorry i kept you waiting love, i told them i was coming to check on you and they just kept trying to get me to stay."
"it's okay, you're here now," you say standing up and walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
"do you know how hard it was for me to control myself with you squirming like that, i could barely keep my dick in line." he says separating your lips.
"i'm sorry, i couldn't help myself. i wanted you so bad."
"now i know we're both drunk but are you sure you wanna do this?" he asks you keeping his hands placed gently on your sides.
"yes of course i do. drunk words are sober thoughts jamie. i've always had a little crush on you." you giggle pressing the side of your head to his chest and hugging onto him.
"come here." he says beckoning you over to the bed, pulling you on top of him as he laid on his back. he connects your lips hungrily as his tongue begs for entry, which is immediately given. you run your hands up his toned chest under his shirt, signaling for him to remove it which he quickly does. you break apart the kiss, sitting up and removing your shirt. he sits up to meet you and connecting your lips again as you feel the bulge in his pants push against you. he groans at the contact.
"fuck i need you jamie." you say growing hornier by the millisecond. hastily, you remove the rest of our outer layer leaving you both only in underwear. he stands looking at you for a few moments before walking over to you, touching your chests together. he runs his fingers gently down your sides, trailing goosebumps behind them.
"you're so gorgeous y/n." he whispers, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.
"you're just teasing me at this point jam, please i want you."
"i'm being serious though angel." he says trailing kisses on your jawline.
"come on." you say pulling him by his waist to the bed.
"lay down." he says and you do so. he pulls you by my calves towards the edge of the bed and carefully removes your underwear.
"jamie what are you doing?"
"you've been so gorgeous tonight so i'm all about you." he says kissing your inner thighs leading closer and closer to your core. your breath hitches when his tongue makes immediate, intense contact with your clit making your eyes roll into the back of my head.
"fuck jamie." you moan out, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. his tongue moves in thorough circles before he slips two fingers in unexpectedly making the knot in your stomach tighten harder.
"oh my fucking god." you choke on my words. you knew you were closed based on the ever building ecstasy you felt in my body.
"i'm gonna, i'm-fuck." you say cumming way quicker than you originally expected. he stands up with a wide, lustful smirk on his face and you sit up bringing his face to your, not caring that he was just face deep in your pussy.
"i want you." you say grabbing onto his face as you break apart. you feel him unclasp your bra and you free yourself of it.
"have me." he says, backing away and removing his boxers, stroking his dick a few times. he pulls your legs apart and bends your knees close to your chest. he looks down lining himself up with your entrance and he begins to push in slowly.
"god fuck." you say gripping onto the sheets. you had fucked a few guys but no one near the size of jamie.
"do you want me all the way in or do you need a second?"
"all the way, just wait until i tell you to move."
"whatever you want baby." he says, pushing a significant amount of dick all the way into you.
"you're so big jamie." you say gritting my teeth. he leans over, placing his hands on either side of your head.
"we don't have to do this." he says.
"no no i want to, so bad." you say kissing him desperately again. once you feel comfortable with his size you nod signaling for him to move. he begins thrusting his hips slowly, completely filling you up with each push.
"you feel so good y/n." he says huffing between words. you place your hands on his back as he begins to pick up his speed very slowly. never once had a man ever made you feel the way jamie is making you feel. the euphoric feelings you were experiencing was almost over stimulating. by the time he reaches a quick pace, your nails are digging into his back.
"so so good for me baby." he says continuing his pace yet kissing you so lovingly.
"oh my god jamie i'm close." your voice comes out in a whisper close to his ear.
"yeah that's my girl right there." he says, somehow deepening his thrusts sending your eyes shooting into the back of my head. your walls begin to clench around him knowing you would be reaching your second climax very soon.
"oh fuck fuck." you say finally releasing the built up pressure in my abdomen.
"i'm almost there." he says fucking you right through my orgasm, moments later feeling his warm seed spilling into you.
"fuck oh my god." you say as he lays down on your chest, staying inside of you. he kisses up your chest up to your lips leaving a smile on your face. he pulls out and grabs all of your clothes off the floor, tossing them into his hamper.
"let me get you cleaned up and grab you some clean clothes." he says kissing you on the cheek before going into his bathroom to soak a rag with warm water to wipe you clean.
you lean up to go dig into your bag that was coincidentally already in his room and he stops you.
"no stay there, ill get it." he says digging into your bag, grabbing only your spare underwear before digging into his drawers for a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. he hands them to you one by one as you put them on.
"so beautiful." he says, sounding completely sober, knowing he's not. you blush at his words, still buzzing from the alcohol.
"what are you gonna tell everyone?" you ask getting under his covers.
"i'm gonna go tell them you were sick so i helped you shower and put you in bed so im gonna stay in here with you."
"oh, okay." you smile not expecting him to want to stay up here with you.
"i'll be right back okay? get comfortable." he says shutting the door behind him. a few short minutes later he returns to his room smiling.
"you didn't tell anyone did you?"
"no no don't worry. they think it's sweet that i want to help you."
"well you didn't help me in the way they think." you wink at him and he laughs, joining you in bed. he pulls you over to lay on his chest as you sat in silence for a few moments.
"so what now?" you ask quietly.
"what do you mean?"
"is this just a fuck and done thing or like what's next?" you repeat.
"y/n, i like you. my feelings for you have grown by miles tonight." he says rubbing his hand up and down your back underneath the shirt. all you can do is lean up and smile at him.
"you like me?" you giggle.
"yeah i do." he smiles back.
"prove it." you say with a fake attitude. he gently pulls you by your chin and kisses you deeply.
"was that enough proof for you?" he laughs.
"i think so." you blush, "i like you a lot too by the way."
"prove it." he says mocking you and you roll my eyes, locking your lips with his, your hand placed delicately on his cheek.
"was that enough proof for you?" you reply mocking him this time nuzzling your head into his neck.
"¡ would say yes." he replies holding you closer as you drift off into a peaceful sleep together for the first time.
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Birthday Pie, Spencer Reid
I was inspired to write this while watching the earlier seasons, so I know I wrote this a very long time ago.
Word Count: 1.1k~
Waiting at Spencer's desk with the rest of the team, we all happily stand in anticipation of the celebration of a certain holiday. Today is October 12th, meaning it is officially Spencer's birthday, and because of the very special occasion, we plan on spending it the best way we can. We'll have "cake" here in the morning and let him open our gifts for him, then once we all get off of work later, we'll go to a Chinese restaurant - one that has forks for Spencer, of course.
In all of our hands, we each have a gift for Spencer, and in the middle of his desk sits a pie I made for him which I am praying he will like. It's a chocolate chess pie which I thought was very fitting since Spencer likes chess and chocolate. I also know on your birthday you're supposed to have cake and ice cream, but maybe after 27 years, he'll want something else...?
"Do you think he'll like the pie instead of a regular Birthday cake?" I ask JJ, slightly unsure.
"Oh, he'll love it, (Y/n)," She assures me with one of her perfect smiles.
"Pretty boy loves anything you do," Morgan adds with a smirk. "Trust me."
I lightly laugh at his remark before sarcastically saying a small "Sure."
"No, no," Penelope cuts me off, waving her hands frantically with a huge smile. "You could walk a straight line and Spencer could give an hour-long seminar on how perfect your movements were," Immediately, my cheeks begin to blush while the rest of the team laughs at her comment. "Just sayin'," She finishes, holding her hands out in a shrug motion.
Just as she finishes speaking, my eyes move to the main entrance hall where my handsome brunet boyfriend is currently walking through the doors. Without noticing us at first, he mindlessly heads over to the area while straightening out his brown and green harlequin-pattern sweater vest. He doesn't even realize the spot he just fixed is going to be messed up again by the inevitable Birthday pin that Penelope plans to bestow upon him.
I watch as Spencer turns the corner, his pace slowing down before coming to a stop as sees us all waiting at his desk. It only takes a short second before he realizes what's going on, causing him to break into an award-winning grin and quicken his speed over to us. "Happy Birthday!" We all yell at the same time, making his eyes light up like fireworks.
"What's this?" He asks as he stops beside me, one of his hands instantly coming up to rest against my back.
"A birthday surprise, my love," I answer him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Pushing my gift into his hands, I smile at him as he gazes at me with what hope is a mix of love and happiness. "Happy twenty-seventh birthday, Spencer."
After opening all of our gifts, Spencer sits down in his chair while I sit on the edge of his desk and cut a slice of pie for him. "What kind is it?" He asks, his eyes matching the sweet treat in front of him. Smiling, I push the slice of pie onto a paper plate before handing it to him.
"Chocolate chess," I tell him with a nod, watching as he chuckles; I'm glad he got the joke.
"I already like it," he tells me, referring to the name. Looking over at Morgan, I see both he and Penelope mouth "Told you so."
Handing Spence a fork, I watch as he takes the first bite of the pie, a half-surprised, half-happy emotion filling his face as he begins chewing the morsel of food. "Oh my God," he says, food still in his mouth. A moment of panic fills me as I begin to think he doesn't like it. "This tastes amazing," Those three words instantly take all the fear and worry away, causing me to grin and let out a sigh of relief.
Soon enough, everyone else has a slice of pie, each having reactions like Spencer. "This is really, really good, (Y/n)," Prentiss approves.
"Yes, it is!" Penelope agrees, taking another bite of her slice.
"Mama, I am coming to your place for Thanksgiving," Derek announces, causing me to hide my grin. Even Rossi and Hotch had something good to say about the pie I made, all of the comments making me feel like I've done a good job.
Once Spencer is done with his slice, he places the empty plate on his desk before wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me from the edge and onto his lap. Meanwhile, the rest of the team heads back to their desks, all of them having so much work to do all of a sudden.
Smiling at Spencer's antics, I lean my head back against his shoulder and look up at him, his chocolate eyes meeting my own (e/c) eyes. We both know we can't do this for long as neither of us want to be written up, but we can risk it for today.
"Did you like your birthday surprise?" I ask him, watching as he nods.
"Of course I did," he assures me, reaching a hand up to cup my cheek. Leaning my head down toward his, Spencer attaches his lips to mine for a second before pulling away, trying to keep it at least a little professional at work. "You should know that I enjoy anything you do."
"Oh yeah?" I can't help but ask, leaning my head a bit further into his shoulder. Still smiling, he looks away from my eyes as a red tint spreads across his cheeks. I almost laugh at the sight, finding the irony in the situation that he's already blushing despite me not saying my next comment yet.
"Well then, I know you'll enjoy tonight," I tell him, dressing another kiss to his cheek as his eyes growing wide at the many implications behind my words. I can only giggle at his reaction, reveling in the knowledge that that's the best part - he truly has no idea what's in store for him tonight. He doesn't know about our plans to go to the Chinese restaurant and eat with the rest of the team later, nor does he know about my plans to surprise him with a new set of lingerie in his favorite color tonight. However, I think he might have some growing suspicions going by the smirk that slowly worms its way across his face.
"I can't wait," He finally murmurs to me, giving my hip a tight, yet discreet squeeze. With that, I know he definitely has an idea of what's in store for him and I can't wait either.
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little bird (part 1) (steve rogers x fem!reader)
summary: steve rogers has been acting strangely around you for months, and now you know why: he found out about your crush on him and decided to tease you until you couldn't take it, as penance for your insubordination in the field. how much of steve's provocation can you take? and does he enjoy working you up?
warnings: explicit sexual content, upcoming smut, post-endgame avengers au where everyone lives and stays, witch reader, DIRTY TALK, sparring, voyeurism, humiliation a little
notes: hi hi hello! my name is april and this is my first fic on this account. i just can't get steve rogers out of my head and need to express myself tbh. so i hope you enjoy! i love to write, so let me know if you have any requests for steve (or bucky perhaps in the future). and let me know what you think of this one. hopefully this draft is not too rough.
"sweetheart, throw one more thing at me and there will be consequences," steve said gruffly from the other side of his kitchen. his expression told you this would be your final warning.
your hands cast a pink glow and the vase on the table next to you began to levitate. it flew toward the captain and just barely missed his head.
"you knew," you said lowly. "you knew and you were fucking with me."
"i might have heard something from natasha, who heard something from wanda," steve tried to minimize his knowledge of your feelings for him. "your thoughts were too loud, i guess."
"oh, so you decided to tease it out of me in front of everyone?!" you asked, incredulous.
"it's only fair, little bird. you were openly insubordinate from day one," he reminded you. he took a few steps toward your body, which was floating on a cloud of pink a few inches above the floor. "i had to put you in your place. plus, you're cute when you're embarrassed."
with a flick of your wrist, you sent steve flying backwards into the wall. he grunted but made a quick recovery, and in a flash he was next to you again.
"what did i say about consequences?" he whispered in your ear.
"i didn't throw anything at you," you replied, a bratty smile on your face.
"you're out of control. and as the captain of this team, that's a problem for me," steve continued, his hands roaming your body to coax you into submission. "i'm a patient man. you will learn discipline, no matter how long it takes. but i doubt it'll take long for you to fold, because i know all your weak spots."
you shuddered, unconsciously leaning into his touch. in an instant, he manhandled you so your feet were on the ground and pinned you against the counter. steve slotted his right leg between yours, just under the hem of your dress.
"there's this one, of course," he teased, flexing his toned thigh and grinding his knee against your clit through your panties. you couldn't hold back your whimper. "you like that? yeah, i bet you do. can't help how wet and tingly you get around me."
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once, you and steve were paired up for a sparring match in the gym. according to the avengers' training rules, you weren't allowed to use your powers, so it was bound to be an unfair fight. no matter how much you bitched and whined, you couldn't get out of the match.
"you know if this were a regular fight, i'd kick your super ass, rogers," you taunted as he circled you.
"you think about my ass a lot, y/l/n?" he countered smugly, eliciting laughs and cheers from the other avengers. while your face burned in humiliation, steve pounced. he had you under him in a matter of seconds. one of his hands rested high on your thigh, forcing you to the ground, and the other bound your hands together above your head.
while you thrashed uselessly beneath him, steve brought his lips to your ear.
"i know what this does to you, me pinning you down," he murmured. "i can hear your heart racing, i can feel the heat between your legs, i can fucking smell you soaking your panties."
"time!" tony called, and steve withdrew. your skin tingled with the afterglow of his touch. you huffed and got up, trying to save face by acting unaffected.
"you okay there, y/n?" bucky asked, an amused smirk on his face. "you didn't last very long."
"she's alright, pal," steve answered for you, putting a hand on bucky's shoulder and leaning in. "just a little... frustrated, is all."
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you felt another gush of wetness seep out of you at his filthy words. he pressed hard on your clit for emphasis, and you jerked in his hold. his hands then ran up your body and came to cup your breasts.
"and these... how many times have you imagined me squeezing them, telling you how soft and pretty they are? i know you were thinking about it when i gave you that shoulder massage."
he was dead-on.
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after you wrenched your arm on a mission in tokyo, steve had insisted on giving you a massage. he claimed to want to "keep you comfortable," feeling a responsibility as your leader to look after you. you were one of the youngest avengers, after all.
he toyed with you—using his big supersoldier hands to provoke a reaction from your body, only to then leave you wet and unsatisfied. even worse, he did it on the quinjet in front of natasha, sam, and bucky. he stroked all over your body, smiling as he watched you squirm and whimper, basking in his power over you.
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"dickhead," you whispered, your voice less venomous and more flustered than you intended.
"good point, pretty girl, i almost forgot about that," he replied with a cheeky grin. "how many times have you fantasized about feeling my big cock inside you?"
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one movie night at the avengers compound, steve showed up wearing only a thin tank top and tight flannel pajama pants. you shuddered and pressed your thighs together when you saw him walk into the kitchen, looking so sexy. seeing the desperate look on your face, he had the audacity to wink at you.
"when are you gonna take notice of the fact that you're huge, steve? you need clothes that fit your supersoldier body properly," you chastised him to cover for the fact that the sight of his skin turned you on so much.
"i suppose you're right, doll," he responded, smiling coyly. "guess i'm still getting used to being big."
"serum makes everything bigger, doesn't it stevie?" bucky strolled into the kitchen, winking at his best friend. "so difficult to adjust."
your knees went weak at bucky's words, unable to stop imagining the monster dick hiding under steve's slutty sweatpants. you excused yourself to the restroom, hearing bucky and steve chuckle behind you.
when you returned to the living room for movie night, you made the horrifying realization that there was no seat left for you. everyone sat in their own individual recliner chair, wide enough for two small people or one supersoldier.
some of the new agents had shown up to movie night, excited to bond with the avengers. this left you sitting on the floor between two seats. both were empty, but reserved with bags. at least it had decently thick carpeting.
"aw, honey, no room left for you?" steve cooed as he and bucky strode back into the room to take their seats. "you're not sitting on the floor. don't be ridiculous. we can share."
your eyes widened and you stood up uneasily. he sat down in his chair and gently pulled you into him, leaving you perched on his left leg. this would be your undoing.
throughout the movie, the captain kept flexing his strong thigh underneath you, sending pulses to your clit. on the third flex, he feigned innocence when you gave him a dirty look.
you tried to change positions so you were no longer straddling his thigh and eventually wiggled free of him. while you considered your next move, he threw his arms around your waist and pulled you to him. soon you were sitting between his spread legs, feeling his cock through his sweatpants.
"why are you flyin' away, little bird?" he whispered in your ear, his hot breath making your head feel warm.
you couldn't help but rub against it. you had no choice, really. you were so turned on and delirious that you could only obey your dirty instincts.
when his length began to harden from the friction, you gave him a victorious smile over your shoulder. even though you were desperate for him, he couldn't deny he liked it now.
your smile faded when you made eye contact with natasha, who gave you a knowing smirk in return. god, how many people knew about this?
no. you can't do this, he's your captain. it's indecent, and he only means to humiliate you for your desire. you snapped out of it, breaking free of steve's hold and taking him by surprise. "i gotta go to bed," you managed, and darted off to your room.
that was the end of the encounter, or so you thought. later that night, you woke up to the sounds of steve groaning on the other side of your shared bedroom wall. he sounded pleasured and pent-up at the same time.
unable to resist temptation, you used your magic to project some of your energy into his room, allowing you to see him.
the sight was magnificent: captain america with his hand wrapped around his cock, moaning and grunting as he stroked himself. and oh, what a cock it was. slick with precum, long and thick and bigger than any you'd ever seen before, even in porn. you wanted his hot, hard length in your—
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"i know you've seen it. that night at the compound, you watched me touch myself," steve rasped in your ear, caressing up and down your hips as he held you against the kitchen counter.
"how did you—"
"i saw your little pink sparks floating by my door," he interrupted you.
"okay, yeah, i'm desperately attracted to you! is that what you wanted to hear? i won't talk back or disobey your orders anymore. just please, don't humiliate me any more!"
"humiliate you? oh no, honey, you've got it all wrong. i wanted the team to know so that they'd understand i had you under control. can't have them thinking i'm a bad captain, right?"
"well, it's still embarrassing and degrading."
"not if i want it just as much as you," he said gently. "look, i was teasing you because i like to see you squirm. because i like you too. quite honestly, i have to fight like hell every day to resist the urge to take you. bend you over the counter, throw you down on my bed, fuck the attitude out of you."
you paused for a moment, stunned into silence. "and the others?"
"they're laughing at me as much as they are you, if not more. because i can't control myself around the girl who talks back to me. you make me so hard all the time, baby."
the words were music to your ears. you were dripping in your panties as he rubbed himself against you through his boxers.
"then lose control," you said.
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers fanfic#mcu fanfiction#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x y/n#future smut#avengers au#avengers fic#captain america fanfiction#captain america x reader
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Tumblr Frog Earrings
Edit: They brightened up a bit in the sun. What do you think about this color now? Charlotte was so excited she went into full production mode.
Last night the fantastic Charlotte from The Goode Karma Co came to me with an idea for these earrings. She sent me the idea at 9pm and by 1am she already had the prototypes made. I think they look so cool and we were thinking of selling them as a set of four that you can mix and match. Is this something you'd like to see in the shop?
There are well-founded concerns about companies taking advantage of Pride month to make money and I wasn't going to launch anything this month due to those concerns but I had an idea that I hope would belay those fears.
Tumblr will donate 100% of the profits from these to the Trevor Project. I'll provide complete transparency with screenshots and such on how many we sells and the donations we make.
Users have also expressed concerns that I'm a character created by a corporation or that I'm a master manipulator who is just trying to get a sale. I'd love for people to know that I'm just a regular person who is being himself on the only site he feels comfortable doing so. Since talk is cheap in addition to the donation tumblr will be making, I'm pledging to match every donation the company makes.
By that I mean me, Nick (last name omitted, don't want to get swatted :) ), will take my own money and match any donations that Tumblr makes. I bet you're skeptical, people lie all the time on the internet. You're right to be skeptical but I'm serious and to prove it I made an advance donation of $500 (which was matched by Jimmy Choo, lululemon, and NASCAR as part of a Pride month promotion) as a down payment on my matching pledge (proof below with what I hope is enough personal information redacted).
I want to make sure people know that tumblr is a safe place. It’s a place where you can go to be yourself, share your passions and take a breather from life. I support people being themselves, in whatever form that takes. You do you and let everyone else worry about themselves.
I’m an old straight white male. I have no idea of the struggles many of you go through, I won’t pretend I do. I may not know the right things to say or do but I do know that I support you, all of you unconditionally. I want you to educate me, I want you to rely on me, I want you to help me get rid of anyone who is making others here feel unsafe, unwanted or just simple bad about themselves. My asks are open (even anon), as well as my DMs.
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Spoilers for Patch 5 and the whole game.
I posted my thoughts about the new ending Gale got in patch 5 on Reddit first, but I might as well post it here with some revisions. I'll say it, I love the god Gale ending. But it is NOT his good ending to me. Before I would never have pursued it, but now it is tantalizing to say the least. I'm into it though Gale the mortal is still my preference.
"Gale Dekarios cuts a poor figure next to the wizarding prowess of 'Gale of Waterdeep. You like so many things about me I'd have sooner discarded…"
By ascending Gale, you are killing Gale Dekarios. The nerd that hits on you in front of everyone while you're covered in zombie blood, procced to infodump an entire tangent to complement you, and yet somehow stick the landing to hit you with the most romantic poetry you've ever heard. A sensitive man who wears his emotions on his sleeve and wants to make the world a more beautiful place. An artist of the weave and a poet. The owner of the most overbearing tressym in the world. The moment the spell was complete, Gale Dekarios died and Gale the divine was born.
Even then, why is god Gale now so enticing to me unlike ascended Astarion? Because he loves you. He wants you by his side as an equal. It's actually sweet and romantic, just like all of Gale's romance is. I'm nothing if not a sucker for a romance.
"Follow my Lead" "Show me more. Show me it all." "I want you to seize the crown and make us a new world"
BeMyGod is the name in the data file for the boat scene where Gale asks you if you'll be with him when he seizes the crown. I know file names can be arbitrary, but if you agree to his proposal, you really are asking Gale to be your god. It's so easy to say yes. You're in the stars, Gale says I want to show you so much more, but it's not worth it without you. All you need to do is say yes. You're angry at Mystra who demanded so much of Gale, caused him such suffering and won't lift a finger to help. So You say yes. You love him. He loves you.
When Gale ascends, even in 6 months he is a different entity. The devs indicate: "His posture/demeanor here should feel slightly more aloof/detached than the regular Gale - he's been immortal for six months, his ego is as powerful as his magic. The real Gale's insecurities still lurk beneath his godlike confidence, as does his love for the player, but this is clearly a Gale setting out on a darker path."
The Gale here is a twisted version of the one we loved. His flaws are worse, he good traits have mostly disappeared. Namely his kindness and tolerance to deprecating humor. He no longer tolerates any perceived slight or jab. He doesn't let go of his bitterness towards Mystra. His ego is large yet fragile. You saw a glimpse of it at the ritual circle scene if you succeed in upstaging him in magic. Now it's only gotten worse. Yes even his insecurity. If you rejected him after accepting the proposal, Gale says this.
Tav: No, I think it's the end. What happened to the man I once loved?
Gale: He's the god he deserves to be. I achieved everything we hoped I would, and still I'm not good enough for you?
He's also lonelier than ever. His last 6 months were in isolation, with nobody he could trust while dealing with the crown and celestial politics. Immortals don't really have friends. They have allies and lovers. He stops talking to his mother who was so dear to him. He develops a spell to polymorph people into Tara, his oldest friend who rejects him after ascension. He then develops a spell that summons Shadowdark ale and forces people to dance and be happy, just like the vignette he told you about the Yawning Portal. The third spell is Power word: Ruin. he's finally back to speaking death into being with a single word, just like he used to.
Gale wanted to be a god to make a better world, but now he's a neutral god answering prayers from any alignment. He doesn't care if they are Thayan wizards aiming for lichdom or unscrupulous Amnian merchants. Ambition is a neutral idea. Ambition also drives healers to develop a cure. For adventurers to slay monsters.
What's the most noticeable remaining good trait in Gale? Gale still loves you. He's much nicer to you if romanced. He refuses to be with you if you don't go with him because he doesn't want to hurt you. He admires your good heart if you want to honor the pact with Raphael. He calls you my love just like before. He will fulfill the promise sealed that night in the astral sea. All you have to do is say yes. And the ascension cinematic is a callback to the romance scenes from before.
"Follow my lead. Close your eyes. I have so much more to show you."
And you know what. I'll go with you. Even if we will eventually lose both our humanity in our folly, and dreams become nightmares. Even if I'll come to regret that night when I said yes to the mortal you, I don't want you to be lonely. Where ever you go, I'll go. You'll always have me. And I'll always have you.
As God Gale would say… "A toast then, to our myriad ambitions. May we each get what we deserve."
#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#god gale#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#Gale thoughts#Love makes fools of us all#Frankly I think the fact his love is genuine is genius#1k+ words
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The pleasure before the storm
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Five Hargreaves x f!reader
Warning: slight spoilers for season 3, smut, oral f!receiving, hand job male and female receiving, bathtub sex, riding, unprotected sex (rember it won't harm her to wear some armor,) cream pie, language, squirting, face riding, and of course fluff.
Lmk if I missed any :)
-Five and reader are both in there 20s-
Word count: 1.5K
-I am not responsible for what you read on the internet so please do not blame me for adult content-
A/n: I know this is not my regular Fandom however I ABSOLUTELY love the umbrella academy and there is a SEVERE lack of smut in this Fandom so I did a favor for all the whores for five out there and wrote this
Enjoy
<3
*I'm too lazy to write a whole ass backstory for this so just imagine that you and five got wrapped up with each other in the 60's and fell in love or some shit and just went with them to the future*
Everything was finally ok for the most part. Everyone was finally able to let out a sigh of relief, especially five. His entire life he never got the chance to feel a feeling that wasn't stress or worry or anger. He wasn't fighting or getting hurt. The only emotion he was enveloped in was his love for you.
God, you drove him mad. You were able to find that soft spot in him, so. fucking. quickly. And he loved it. He loved that no matter what he could come back from God knows where or when and be with you. To hold you, kiss you, fuck you.
Steam filled the room as you laid your head on five's chest, back to his front. You let the warm water of the bath relieve any tight mussels that were left. Five had rubbed your thigh up and down in a loving manner.
You were letting the warmth of the atmosphere slowly lull you to sleep when five's hand crept slowly up to your inner thigh. Your sleep was quickly replaced by a different warmth that was rapidly turning to heat.
"Five" you breathed. Praying that he won't stop.
He didn't reply, instead drawing his middle finger to the place you needed him most. Lazily rubbing your clit.
You squirmed due to the sensation but before you could do much, five moved his free arm around you keeping you in place.
He didn't say a word. He simply quickened his pace on your sensitive nub, keeping a strong hold on you. Making it so the only thing you could do was grip the bathtub and take it.
You moaned his name like a prayer. Over and over and over. A colorful array of language spewed out of your mouth. Head thrown back. The slight feeling of five creating a hickey on your neck. The feeling of your quickly building orgasm took over everything you simply need a little push just one. small. push.
You heard five say one word that tips you over the edge.
"Come"
And it was over. You squeezed the bathtub until your hands turned white. Letting pleasure wash over you.
Your senses came back as you laid to catch your breath. Five's arm that was around you moved to your side and prompted you to turn around. As you sat down in his lap facing him. Five stroked your cheek. And leaned in to kiss your lips. He pulled back, hand still resting on your cheek.
"You did so good for me my love" he stated. While pulling you back to another kiss with more fever this time.
You whined into the kiss wanting more. You reached down between your body's to stroke his already hard and leaking erection.
Five closed his eyes at the feeling of your soft hands around him. As much as he adored the feeling of your hand he wanted something else.
He moved his own hand down and stopped your movements. You looked up at him with the most desperate hungry eyes. Fuck, five could Cum from that look alone if he wanted to. Five gripped your sides and brought you closer, hovering right over his length. He put his mouth right up to your ear and whispered
"What are you waiting for? Ride me"
That's all it took for you as you sunk on to his dick. Both of your heads are thrown back at the action. Five kept his hand on your sides as you slid up then back down. You repeated the action until you set a fast rough pace. The burn in your thighs long forgotten due to the overwhelming sensation.
You sunk down as five pushed up to meet you halfway. Water splashed over the sides of the tub creating a puddle around it. The temperature of the room quickly rose as a layer of sweat started to form on both of you. The sound of your moans were music to his ears as you grounded down on him. God he never felt better. If he were to die he was a thousand percent sure that he would wake up to find that this was his heaven. And he would not complain one bit. The way your breasts bounced every time your body's slammed into each other. The way you would throw your head back and chant his name or tell him to not stop. He Wasn't completely sure if this was even real. Maybe he did die in the jump because this moment right here was fucking ethereal. The way you squeezed around him brought him back to reality. He knew you were about to come. And so was he. Your pace got more brutal until you stopped letting your orgasm consume you. White spots clouding your vision. You felt so good. So fucking good. Five spilled into you letting out his own groan from his high.
The water was now cold making you shiver.
Five noticing the drop in temperature as well he sat up and spoke.
"here let's get you out and back to our room huh?" Five asked as you tiredly nodded your head in approval. Five stood and picked you up bridal style. He set you down on a bench. He grabbed one of the towels you two left out prior to your bath. And wrapped in a round your shoulders. He soothingly rubbed your arms. You clung to the white towel as five stood up to fetch the other one. He wrapped it around his waist and walked over to the bath and leaned over to take out the plug letting it drain.
You stood up to remove the towel from around your shoulders and wrapped it around your front.
Five reached his hand out letting go you know to take it. You to walked hand in hand to your rooms miraculously without anyone noticing.
Five being the responsible one had the key with him and unlocked the room to find it pleasantly empty. You both walked in as the door closed behind you with the sound of a click signaling that it had locked.
Five turned around facing you and slowly walked forward until your back hit the door.
Five played with edge of the towel as he looked into your eyes
"You think you can take one more for me sweetheart?" Five asked
You nodded your head yes not trusting your voice.
"I need to hear you say it" Five stated
"God fuck, please" you whined
Five Immediately ripped the towel off your body and threw it to God knows where. He quickly dropped to his knees and skipped the teasing needing a taste of you. He grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders. Diving into your heat. His tongue licks up every square inch of your sweet sweet cunt. Eventually landing on your already overestimated clit. As his finger pushed into your sex. Pumping in and out fast. His tongue doing figure eights. He closed his eyes loving every second of this. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pushed his mouth closer, practically riding his face, chasing your high.
"Fuck five" you moaned out pulling on his hair making him moan into you.
The vibrations making scream from overstumulating pleasure. You couldn't care less about your neighbors. As you rode his face, the coil in your lower abdomen got thinner and thinner with every second until it snapped. A rush of heat ran through your body. Every nerve In your body was on fire. When you came down from your third high of the night you looked down to see five's face covered in your juice. You hadn't realized what you had done, to wrapped up In the moment. You weren't even sure you could squirt until now. Five stood up and looked at you.
You were scared of his reaction seeing as how you had never done that before. However a wide grin took over his face. He picked you up, legs wrapping around him as he walked over to bottom bunk of the bed. Setting you down. He pulled the towel off his body doing the same to his towel as yours. He was already hard again
He fell on top of you letting his hands catch him. He kissed you hard again again and again before he pulled away.
" I want you to do that again," five declared. Sex and want dripping from his voice.
"Do what?" You asked, making sure you were thinking the same thing as him.
"You know what" he whispered, lining up with your entrance and pushing, just to start a brutal pace of wonderful pleasure.
You were in for a long and fun night.
#the unbrella academy#five hargreaves x you#five Hargreaves x reader#five hargreaves smut#the umbrella academy season 3#tua x reader#the umbrella academy imagine#aidan gallagher
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"We both want a home win"
originally posted 12 July 2012 for Auto Bild Motorsport (x)
Sebastian Vettel and Nico Rosberg are the top drivers of the 2012 F1 season, but they have never won their home race at Hockenheim. AUTO BILD MOTORSPORT met them for a double interview.
AUTO BILD MOTORSPORT: Mr. Vettel, Mr. Rosberg, camping is a must at the German Grand Prix: when was the last time you went camping?
Nico Rosberg (27): That wasn't so long ago. I was on the road with some friends in the south of France, in a jeep. We pitched a tent in the middle of the wilderness - among wild boars. That was quite funny.
Sebastian Vettel (25): It was a while ago. At the race track back then, we camped a lot. In Monaco this year, my parents were on the road again with the camper van. I often visited them there in the evenings. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time for a barbecue because I had to go to bed. But one or two jokes were made at the regulars' table.
Mr Rosberg, have you ever camped with your parents?
Rosberg: Once with my father. We went to the mountains together, pitched the tent and had a barbecue.
Could you imagine the two of you going camping together one day?
Vettel: We get on quite well, but would it be enough to share a tent?
Rosberg: Sebastian once said in a survey that he thought I was quite good-looking. That's why I'd have to be careful. Together with him in a tent, that could get dicey … (Vettel feels caught and has to smile.)
When did you two meet for the first time in the first place?
Rosberg: I know. It was at the A1 Ring during a Formula BMW test. I didn't get on well at all that day and my engineer kept telling me: "Look, Vettel, he drives curve one like this, curve two like this, you have to do that too!"
Vettel: I'd already seen Nico go karting. I knew him, but he didn't know me. Everyone knew him back then - because of his last name.
Were there prejudices against Nico Rosberg? Along the lines of: Here comes the son of the world champion?
Vettel: Of course there were prejudices about his father at the beginning. But if Nico's performance hadn't been right, he wouldn't have made it this far. Today, the name no longer plays a role.
The other way around, Mr. Rosberg: Wouldn't you rather have had a "normal" father who didn't know how to drive corners…?
Rosberg: No. As a child, it was great to see my father racing. I saw him in the DTM, drove through the Motodrom on the roof of his car at his last race in Hockenheim. That's when my passion for this sport blossomed. My father always helped me a lot, gave me great tips in the beginning. I'm very grateful to him for that.
Mr. Vettel, Nico once told us about an encounter with you at a BMW Christmas party. Do you remember when a 15-year-old boy with braces asked 17-year-old Nico Rosberg about his first Formula 1 test?
Vettel: Yes. I wanted to know everything from him. We'd heard so much about Formula 1 driving. That after a few laps your neck muscles go limp and you do everything you can not to let anything show. It was the same with my first time. I stepped on the gas and got a shock. I got another one the first time I braked.
Rosberg: I can confirm that. For me, it was also pure madness. I could have driven faster, but my body didn't allow it. At some point in the fast third corner in Barcelona, I was pushed into the cockpit because I could no longer resist the incredible forces acting on me. I couldn't really see where I was going anymore. My head was hanging between my legs.
Is that how you described it to Seb?
Rosberg: I was probably showing off, playing it cool and saying, "It wasn't all that bad!"
Vettel: I remember trying to brake late. It pushed me forward so much that I could only see the seat belts.
Mr. Rosberg, were you ever jealous of Sebastian? You were the youngest driver ever to drive a Formula 1 in an official test drive. That makes you predestined to become the youngest race winner and youngest world champion. And then a boy from Heppenheim comes along and becomes everything you had planned. Didn't that give you the willies?
Rosberg: No, zero, never. I analyzed my situation very soberly, learned to be patient and was always convinced that my time would come. That means that at some point I, too, will have the car with which you can win. Sebastian had that a little earlier and also put in hammer performances. That's why he deserves everything. But I never compared myself with him. There was no envy at all.
Mr. Vettel, do you actually have a poster of Nico hanging in your room now? (Vettel looks puzzled.) Well, as a child you had posters of Michael Schumacher. And Nico has pretty much run circles around your childhood idol in the last two years.
Rosberg: An honest answer, please!
Vettel: I haven't had those posters for a long time. I grew up with Michael as a child. He wasn't just my hero, but the hero of almost all young German kart drivers.
How do you rate Nico's performance compared to Michael's?
Vettel: First of all, Michael or even Kimi, who hasn't been in Formula 1 for two years, haven't forgotten anything. In Michael's case, his package was certainly not the best in the first two years of his comeback. But the comparison with his teammate is fair. Nico drives around with the same box and is eight times faster on average out of ten practice sessions. You have to acknowledge that and you can't beat around the bush.
Mr. Vettel, can you understand why Nico turned down an offer from Ferrari last season?
Vettel (looks puzzled): I only ever heard that in passing. Nico, is that true? Honest answer!
Rosberg: What's with the speculation? Now I have a top car in the form of the Silver Arrow.
Vettel: Nico really has a competitive car this year. You can understand the confidence he has in Mercedes.
Who's right now? For you, Mr. Vettel, Ferrari is the team with the biggest myth. But for Nico, it's Mercedes…
Vettel: Both. If you go by Formula 1 history alone, Ferrari has been around the longest. Mercedes in a different way, though. They are the two brands in general. Driving a Silver Arrow and being on a par with legends like Juan-Manuel Fangio is appealing. But it's very similar at Ferrari, as I said. This year, you both have a winning car.
According to your own statements, friendships among Formula 1 drivers are not even possible. Nevertheless, you get along quite well.
Vettel: They're not impossible, but you have to look at it this way: If all 24 Formula 1 drivers lived in the same village, they'd run into each other more often and go out for a drink together more often. But the reality is that we live in all directions and in the paddock everyone stays close to their team. And, just imagine: Someone takes a cell phone picture of our pub crawl and the next day we hit the wall. Then the media would say for two weeks: They don't take their job seriously.
Rosberg: In addition, you deal with a teammate differently because the competitive pressure in your own team is extremely high.
Isn't the competition between you already great because you're both German?
Rosberg: That doesn't matter to me. Sebastian is just as much a competitor for me as anyone else.
You are not only German, but also Hessian.
Rosberg: Yes, that too. Although I speak better Hessian than Sebastian.
Vettel: I don't believe that. I recently had dinner with Timo (Glock). That was very funny, a trip back to the deepest Odenwald. The rest of Germany would have needed subtitles to understand us. (Vettel says something in deepest Hessian. It is absolutely not to understand).
Rosberg: I give up, I understood practically nothing. But my mother also taught me something in Hessian.
Vettel: Let's hear it!
Rosberg: Ey Sina, da kannst net neingehe, da fliege die Zäh, da glaubst, es dät schneie. (Sina, you can't go in there. Teeth fly so fast you'll think it's snowing!) It was about a fight at the disco.
Vettel: I got it. But, Nico, it's not really fluid yet. You can still work on it.
What makes you extremely different is the way you deal with your girlfriends. You, Mr. Rosberg, are open about it: Your girlfriend Vivian is often in the paddock and takes part in your professional life. It's different for you, Mr. Vettel. You hide your girlfriend Hanna as much as possible.
Vettel: Everyone does what they think is right. You can't say that's right or wrong!
Rosberg: Actually, I always want to keep that separate, too, but on the other hand it's also nice when my girlfriend is there.
Nevertheless, do you accept that, as a public figure, you sometimes have to live with people taking an interest in your private life?
Vettel: In a way, yes. We're both extremely lucky that we've been able to turn our great passion into a career. But that's exactly the point: It's also our job. We come to the race track in the morning, have to get our things done, and that goes on late into the evening. Who else brings their wife to the office? And the racetrack is our office in a way.
So who will win at Hockenheim?
Rosberg: Sebastian, have you ever won in Germany?
Vettel: No.
You've just poked a deep wound, Mr. Rosberg.
Vettel: It would be great for the fans and Germany if one of us could make it. But unfortunately it's not that easy - there are 22 others in the race.
Which of you two has the better chance of winning at Hockenheim?
Vettel: I hope I do…
Rosberg: Nah, I think I do. I've got the Mercedes engine in the back and Hockenheim has some long straights.
Vettel: Yes, that's true, unfortunately.
What we notice, Mr. Vettel, Mr. Rosberg: As nice and familiar you are with each other, you could easily drive in a team, couldn't you?
Rosberg: Yes, definitely.
Vettel: Then camping would also work out. In separate tents, of course.
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୨୧ Pairing: assassin!soobin x assassin!chubby!fem!reader
୨୧ Genre: crime au/angst/smut
୨୧ Summary: Carrying a hit out on a corrupt politician at the charity event of the year might seem extreme to most women but it's a regular Friday night for you. Things like this should go smoothly, only tonight you're not the only one on the hunt.
Someone's out to get you too. Someone who knows your every move as if they were his own. But can he actually go through with killing you or will feelings from the past cause him to abandon his mission altogether?
୨୧ Word Count: 2.8k
୨୧ Warnings: you're an assassin so, ya know, guns/knives/mentions of assassinations but no actual deaths, fingering, marking, a lil bit of roughness, unprotected sex, for sure praise kink vibes, pet names (baby), and i'm pretty sure that's all.
୨୧ A/N: I'm dedicating this fic to @anyamaris who's honestly the entire reason that I wrote this to begin with. I've never met anyone who cares so deeply about what it is that other people want so here's something that's all about you because you deserve that and so much more. I hope my silly lil angsty assassin low key rom com smut makes you smile 💜
An $11,000 crystal chandelier hangs high above your head, casting a soft copper glow across the dim ballroom. Three others like it are positioned a few feet apart, framing a painting on the ceiling worth more than the four of them combined. No one raises their head to admire the beauty that the mayor’s dirty money went into crafting. They’re too distracted by the action on the floor. Champagne towers, a gorgeous woman singing atop a grand piano, mistresses in tight dresses, and business. Of course, the business. That’s what they’re really here for.
Everyone thinks that last week’s charity ball, full of senators dining with their families and taking photos with less fortunate children, was where the fate of the city was decided. But no, it’s here, in dark corners with men whose faces you’ll never see in the daylight, that corruption thrives and fates are truly decided. It turns your stomach to be here arm in arm with the Chief District Judge, smiling and nodding at every misogynistic comment he makes about the way you look tonight.
He picked it out for you, this curve hugging black dress with a slit high enough to let his mind wander to places you wish it wouldn’t. It makes you wish that he were your target for tonight but, no, instead it’s the senator halfway across the room shaking hands with old friends while his companion gets drunk enough to pretend she’s actually attracted to him. You need to get him alone but the bastard’s never alone. They should’ve just let you snipe him, quick and clean.
Your boss insisted upon something intimate though. Something sure and nothing's surer than confirming a kill with your own two eyes. Studying his movements, you’re caught off guard by a familiar scent. Cologne, powdery with notes of citrus. It brings you back to a time before all of this when you were a petty thief living in your little hole in the wall apartment with—
“Walk away” a passing voice whispers, marrying with the scent of the cologne like two pieces of the same puzzle. “It can’t be” you gasp, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Turning your head, you catch a glimpse of a ghost from your past shifting through the crowd. Soobin. Tall, handsome, and impossible to take your eyes off of. Your palms begin to sweat, making the neck of the champagne glass slippery in your hand.
“What did you say, dear?” the Chief District Judge asks, placing his hand on yours. You smile, innocently sipping your champagne, “If you’ll excuse me a moment, I need to go to the little girl’s room.” “Oh, of course, but hurry back to me. Wouldn’t want another man to snatch you up now, would I?” “You’re so silly,” you giggle, “I’m all yours.” Sitting your glass down, you summon all of your nerves and make your way toward the stairs that lead to the second floor.
Your date’s gaze is burning through your dress, enjoying the way the fabric moves against your body as you advance the stairs. It’d make you want to crawl out of your skin if your attention wasn’t still glued on Soobin. He watches you from the bar and, even at this distance, you catch yourself drowning in the pools of chestnut he calls eyes. It’s been an eternity since you’ve seen him in a suit, long enough that you’d forgotten how elegant he looks in one.
Your brain’s wracked with questions. What’s he doing here? Is he on the same job? Why’s he telling you to walk away? Making a quick left turn, you dip into the bathroom and rush into one of the stalls to gather yourself. You take a deep breath, peeking beneath the other stalls to be sure you don’t have company. All clear. “Just relax, okay? Don’t let him throw you off your game. You will finish this. Pretend he isn’t even here. He doesn’t even exist.”
The bathroom door swings open, and a pair of black laced Prada Oxfords step inside. “Baby?” Soobin sings, locking the door behind him. Staring straight ahead he sees nothing. Only polished marble sinks and spotless mirrors reflecting a motionless row of stalls. “I know you’re in here,” he says, quietly pushing open the door to the nearest stall. Empty. “So why don’t you just come out?” Kicking off your heels, you retrieve the knife tucked into your garter. At the same time, Soobin slips out the gun hidden beneath his suit jacket.
He pushes open the door to the second stall and the auto sensor flushes the toilet, giving you both a miniature heart attack. Soobin laughs, moving on to the next stall, “And what’s behind door number 3?” The door flies open and out you come, the tip of your blade slicing through the arm of his jacket. Soobin spins you off in the direction of the sink but catches you before your lower back hits the edge.
“Why do you have a knife?”
“Why do you have a gun?”
“That’s fair.”
Kneeing him in the stomach, you wrap your arm around his and struggle to grab hold of the gun. “Stop it!” he demands, gripping you by the back of your dress and tossing you back into the stall you came out of. Regaining your footing, you move to charge back at him but the barrel of his gun’s already aimed at your kneecaps. “Shit,” you mumble, pissed at yourself for not having moved quicker, “What do you want?”
“Walk away” he answers. The same words he whispered to you moments ago, only there’s a nearly undetectable drop of sadness in them now that he has to face you. You still look like the picture of you he keeps in his phone. A few years older, a few more kills to your name, but a dream to behold nonetheless.
“You know I can’t do that. I have a job to do.”
“So do I but I don’t wanna do it” he begs, the sadness in his voice growing heavier, “Please don’t make me do it.”
He aims the barrel at your chest and he might as well pull the trigger because the pain that penetrates your heart makes you want to fold over. You’d expected that someday someone would be sent to stop you but him? Being assigned to different agencies had done a lot to tear you apart but your love for him never changed. Maybe you’d been foolish to think that he would feel the same. “Me? You took a job to kill me?”
“I had no choice. It’s nothing personal.” “Nothing personal?” you shout, the hurt quickly turning to anger, “Bullshit. So, if I don’t agree to walk away, you pull the trigger, is that right?” Soobin’s shoulders drop, his head turning away from you, “That’s right.” “Then pull the trigger,” you say, stepping forward so that it’s pressed to your chest. Soobin turns back to you, his face twisted in a scowl, “Don’t say that.” Your heart’s racing a mile a minute and the handle of your blade’s clenched so tightly in your fist that it’s creating an imprint on your palm.
You don’t want to die but if you don’t finish this your boss will kill you anyway. “Pull the trigger” you repeat, searching his eyes for any sign of the man who used to hold you on dark nights when the world felt too scary to face. Soobin was once your protector. He wishes that he still could be. He wants to be. Why’d you have to follow him into this world? He left you behind to give you a chance at something normal with someone normal. Why couldn’t you just walk away? Why can’t you now?
“You’re so damn stubborn,” he groans, fighting his body’s urge to become a jittery mess. You crack a teary eyed smile, “You used to love that about me.” It’s ever present in his mind that if he doesn’t do this he’ll have hell to pay. He can’t just let you go. He can’t but...shit, he has to. He lowers his gun, sliding open the magazine and emptying the bullets onto the floor. Nothing in this world could ever make him hurt you. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it up those stairs alive. You, though, are untouchable.
Soobin walks over to the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. What he’s just done is a death sentence. The price on your head has just transferred onto his. It’s only a matter of hours, two or maybe three, before he’s blacklisted. “Soob,” you say, placing your knife down on the sink, “You still care.” He glances at you in the mirror, amazed at how such an intelligent woman can be this clueless. “I never stopped caring. I don’t think I can. I probably won’t stop loving you until—” You take his hand, stroking his fingers, “Stay with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
He gently squeezes your hand, a quiet acknowledgment of your attempt to comfort him. “It’s better for you without me here.” “Just like your note said before” you sigh, pulling your hand back. It’s deja vu. He’s pushing you away like he always has. Last time you fought your hardest to keep him but not this time. “You love me” you scoff, making your way back into the stall to collect your things, “But I’m still not enough for you to stay. Not even when your life depends on it.”
Reaching down to slip one of your heels back on, you feel a set of arms around your waist. They embrace you firmly enough to keep you close and softly enough to communicate that there’s nothing to fear. You turn in time to be kissed with such passion that you forget these are the lips of the man sent to kill you. None of that means anything. You only care that they’re on yours, his hands hungrily gripping at your hips…your thighs…your ass…any part of you he can reach.
There are no fireworks between you. The need that’s built up for you both is too strong to reduce to technicolored sparks in the night sky. This is an atomic bomb. A force strong enough to wreck you and you welcome it with open arms. Soobin can’t steal his mouth away from yours, he’s glued to you. “You’re more than enough” he promises, backing you against the wall, “So much more.” “Then why do you run away?” you ask, tearing his jacket even more as you help him out of it. He lifts your dress, letting his palm skim the lace of your panties. “I’m no good for you.”
Ripping his shirt open, you send buttons clinking to the ground where the bullets lay. You touch his chest and feel his body tense as you tease your way down to his belt. “I never asked you to be good for me. Be bad for me” you whine, squeezing your thighs to get the friction you find yourself growing desperate for. Flipping you around, he slaps your ass just the way you like. You arch your back as his thumb tucks your panties to the side, his middle and pointer fingers pushing into you.
In the quiet of the empty bathroom, all he can hear are your low sweet, moans and the splashing of your juices each time his fingers curl into your core. “You feel so good on my fingers, baby. Just dripping for me” he growls, his other hand coming around your neck to bring you closer to him. Your nails claw at the wall, the feeling of being pressed against it as his fingers fuck deeper into you intense enough to make you want to climb it.
Reaching back, you knot your fingers into his hair, pulling at it each time he hits your sweet spot. “One more” you moan, grinding back against his hand. “One more? You sure you can take it?” You nod, feeling a third finger brush your inner thigh, “I can take it, mmm, oh god.” His third finger slides into you slowly, his wrist rotating to stimulate you from every angle. “That’s it, baby. Take it for me. You like it when I fill you up with my fingers?” “Yes, I…I love it. So good. So—”
The door to the bathroom jiggles and you both freeze completely. At least you do. Soobin’s still except his fingers which remain inside of you, moving at a tortourlsy slow pace. The door jiggles again and there’s the low chattering of a group of women.
“Cut it out. What if they get in?” you whisper, turning to stop him. Soobin smiles down at you, sweeping you into another kiss, “So what if they get in?” Hooking his arms behind your legs, he lifts you off of your feet, the tip of his cock flicking at your clit. Your body shivers, making enough sound to give pause to the women outside. “You’re terrible” you giggle, reaching between you to stroke his length. You lightly trace the head of his cock with your thumb, guiding him closer and closer to your slit.
Soobin lowers his hips, raising them to thrust into you a little at a time until you’re writhing on his cock, too full to know what to do with yourself. Catching you staring up at him, your eyes sparkling like stars, makes the air feel thinner. It’s like he’s somewhere high up, climbing a mountain and losing air the higher he goes but he can’t stop. The way you make him feel, he can’t let go of it. Reaching up to cup his face, you plant kisses on his bare chest, choking back moans. “You’re perfect,” you say, meaning it with all your heart.
Soobin shakes his head, spreading your legs wider, “Not as perfect as you. Never as perfect as you.” The noise outside of the door quiets as the women give up, heading off in search of another bathroom. Soobin wastes no time thrusting into you, gripping your thighs hard enough to mark you. “Fuck, yes, just like that, ah!” Your lids fall closed and maybe Soobin was right, there must be stars in your eyes because they’re all you see in the darkness. “You’re so tight for me. So warm. I want you to cum for me” he whispers, pushing in deeper and holding you there. “Cum for me and don’t hold back.”
Grinding you onto him, he can feel every part of you and you feel every part of him. The twitching of every vein traveling up his length in response to the clenching of your walls. You’re the cutest thing, your body shivering, pillowy tits bouncing, filling the bathroom with incoherent moans. It’s almost as if he has you wrapped around his finger, something like a rubber band, twisted around and around until you’re pushed so far beyond your limits that you’re about to snap.
“Oh…” is all you get out before you break, grasping at his chest as your senses are overtaken by something too heavenly to fathom. “My little killer” he coos, kissing the last bit of smeared lipstick from your lips, “You’ve always been worth it.” The clock’s ticking on his mission and soon on his life as well. All he wants with whatever precious minutes he has left is to stay in this moment with you but life, as always, has different plans.
A phone sounds, a wistful ringtone echoing through the bathroom. Opening your eyes, you glance down at the phone peeking out of his jacket pocket. The screen flashes RESTRICTED. “Better get that,” you say, patting him on the arm to let him know it’s okay. Soobin carefully lets your legs down, only reaching for the phone when he’s sure you’re okay. “Hello? Yes. I know, I should’ve reached out sooner. I—” His attention momentarily strays to you gathering bullets from the floor and loading them back into his gun. “Did I handle her? Confirmed. Mission complete.”
Hanging up, he tosses it across the floor and you shoot it. Perfect aim. “They’ll be sending someone to confirm the kill soon,” he says, readjusting his pants to make himself decent, “We should get going.” “We?” you ask, checking to make sure you heard him right. Bundling your things up in his jacket, he approaches you much too happily for such a dire situation. “Yes, we, if you’ll have me.”
You take your heels from him, throwing them back on. “Of course, I will. Just one thing, point another gun at me and I’ll kill you.” Throwing your purse over your shoulder you float over to the bathroom door, still high off of your orgasm, and unlock it. Soobin trails behind you, content to do so for the rest of his life, “Point gun. Die. Noted.”
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[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu who knows how to serve a smile, and sensing everyone’s deepest fears…
[Synopsis]: In this timeline, the MC/Yuu here is more on the deranged life form that can shape-shift into anyone, cause horrific illusions and devours its feared victims.
[Gender Neutral!Pennywise the Dancing Clown!MC/Yuu]
[(A/N)]: Oh my god. This banger of a song was a great inspiration for this AU. If you’re a fan of horror and a metal head, check out Ice Nine Kills. The band creates great music retelling horror classics and novels through the lyrics.
[(A/N #2)]: I know it's not October or near Halloween, but whatever. I don't think the story was taken place during October.
[Ice Nine Kills - IT Is The End ft. Peter Wasilewski & Buddy Schaub]
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"On a pouring day, Night Raven College had their classes canceled for the day due to a heavy rain storm. Kalim Al Asim, the Dorm Leader of Scarabia was rushing back to his dorm with only a yellow raincoat on him to protect himself from the fallen drops. He was rushing back because he doesn't want to worry Jamil for staying out late. As he hurries on his trail, a voice catches his attention, leading back to a sewer drain."
"Hello? Anyone? I'm stuck down here."
"Kalim had been warned by Jamil and his family to not trust the noises he encounters when being alone himself and never follow through."
"Though, he followed the eerily calm voice and he peeked down at the drain, something came to view..."
IT!MC/Yuu: *Appears in the storm drain*
Kalim: *Gasps and backs up*
IT!MC/Yuu: Please call the DWP. I’m stuck in here.
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[Headmaster Crowley's office]
IT!MC/Yuu: After 27 years of being dormant back in Derry, Maine and being defeated by adults who roasted me, I’m now stuck in a world where kids have magic. Worst of all, I'm a teen myself!
Crowley: Now now, child. There is no need to have such anger.
IT!MC/Yuu: *Shape-shifts into a grotesque spider-like creature* I’m gonna rip your limbs apart and devour your flesh!
Crowley: *Hides behind Crewel* They’re not an ordinary student.
Crewel: *Sighs* No, really? I never recall a monstrous spider clown registering for Night Raven College.
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[Cafeteria]
Ace: You can't eat regular food?
IT!MC/Yuu: I can. Just prefer a certain type of food.
Deuce: I don't think they serve that kind.
IT!MC/Yuu: It's fine. I still can drink.
Jack: Aren't you underaged?
IT!MC/Yuu: My boy, I'm way passed the drinking age limit before you were born.
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IT!MC/Yuu: Oh my god. This child…I cannot sense any fear. I can’t even taste any to begin with.
Cheka: *Giggles* You’re a funny clown. What’s your name?
IT!MC/Yuu: …MC/Yuu. You can call me Penny. Where are your parents, little child?
Cheka: I’m here to visit Ojima!
IT!MC/Yuu: Where are they?
[After hours of searching]
[Savanaclaw Dorm]
[Leona's room]
Leona: *Sleeping in his room*
IT!MC/Yuu: Leona~
Leona: Huh?
IT!MC/Yuu: *Shows him a face*
Leona: *Jumps out of bed* What was that?!
IT!MC/Yuu: Leona, your nephew was looking for you and... *Covers Cheka's ears* I'm not good with children, if you know what I mean.
Cheka: Ojima! Penny gave me an animal balloon.
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[During the Stage in Playful Land ~Dancing Puppets and the Fantastical Theme Park~]
Grim: Why do I need to wear this stupid rain jacket? It smells weird.
IT!MC/Yuu: You’re part of my show. We have to give these folks some entertainment. Just act like an innocent little kid named Georgie.
Grim: Whose Georgie-
[Then the show starts.]
IT!MC/Yuu:
Allow me to introduce myself
They call me the dancing clown
And you must be Georgie
Did you hear my circus was in town?
It seems I have your boat here
The storm blew her off track
Just reach your hands down here and take it
If you really want it back
Oh, Georgie
You can trust me, sweet child
Step right this way
I'm at your service with a smile
Believe me
IT's nothing to fear
When I feast on your flesh
You'll see that we all float down...
Here!
Pick through the past you'll see
I'm living history
Come one come all
'Cause I'm starved for the kill
Prey on the pure at heart
Feed on their body parts
I've got some big fucking shoes to fill
Follow me and I'll show you the truth
Devastation as the dead lights defuse
Follow me and I'll show you the truth
Face down in the fountain of youth
Just like Georgie
IT's all out of hand
So join me
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Catch me at the big top
Buried underground
You know I'm not clowning around
Even with a smile
From ear to fucking ear
IT's everything you know
IT's everything you fear
A carnival of carnage
That much you assume
But it's more than just a costume and red balloons
IT's coming back around every 27 years
IT's everything you know
IT's everything you fear
So let go
You know what makes me smile?
Devoured juveniles
Their innards tangled in my twisted grin
Chuckled so hard I choked
Call it an inside joke
They say that laughter's the best medicine
Follow me and I'll show you the truth
Face down in the fountain of youth
Just like Georgie
IT's all out of hand
So join me
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Catch me at the big top
Buried underground
You know I'm not clowning around
Even with a smile
From ear to fucking ear
IT's everything you know
IT's everything you fear
A carnival of carnage
That much you assume
But it's more than just a costume and red balloons
IT's coming back around every 27 years
IT's everything you know
IT's everything you fear
So let go
IT is the end
IT's come again
Believe IT or not
You'll all disappear
IT cannot be fought
We all float down here
IT is the end
IT's come again
Believe IT or not
You'll all disappear
IT cannot be fought
We all float down here
IT is the end
IT's come again
Believe IT or not
You'll all disappear
IT cannot be fought
We all float down here
We all float down here
IT's come again
Believe IT or not
You'll all disappear
IT cannot be fought
We all float down here
Fellow Honest & Gidel: *Holding each other, shaking in fear*
IT!MC/Yuu: You scared of a little clown~? *Grins sinisterly*
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Malleus: I must say, you're truly are fearful for many.
IT!MC/Yuu: And you don't find me terrifying?
Malleus: I have not.
IT!MC/Yuu: ...You know, I can sense your fear is not having to make any friends outside of your domain because they seem to be frightened by your presence. And it has something to deal with your late mother.
Malleus: *Glares at them* In what sense are you speaking of? What knowledge you have of my family?
IT!MC/Yuu: *Shrugs* All I'm saying you should speak with your guardian. I'm just a clown from another world.
[Shit. IT!MC/Yuu entered the trope of "Enemies-to-Friends".]
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Hello could I request bonten Rindou x pregnant reader when they are hanging out with bonten in hideout and reader started to feel pain in stomach but it was only baby kicking and Rindou came and started to carry her stomach to help her a little and bonten was so soft bc of pictures in front of them. They look at reader as bonten's princess yk like little sister, especially Ran(everyone except Rindou ofc)
Thanks
Pairing: Rindou Haitani / Female Reader (Ran Haitani and Sanzo Haruchiyo)
Content: Pregnant reader, pregnancy, mentions of "idiot" being used as name-calling, slight mention of alcohol/drug dealing.
Author's Note: Ah. So I tried my best to work this prompt. (Also, I'm a little behind with my reading my manga so please don't come for me, ah.) Nevertheless, I still hope you enjoy! Beat me up.
Another night of you hanging with the regular group of men. Laying back on the fine leathered sofa, you can't help that looking at them banter around brings back memories. Both good and bad, you really appreciated being in their company, regardless of how certain questionable things fly your radar.
You dismiss them rightfully so, as you were right by your right-handed man, now holding something special inside you. Life.
"Of all the women you messed around with, you got me pregnant." You chimed in with the bantering as the man that you laid your life to looks at you with a questionable look on his face.
Women's intuition strong, you busted out laughing before holding your stomach in place, not disturbing your child with the intense shaking of laughter. Rindou always gave you those looks. You assumed it was one of his signature looks that he gave you while spouting your typical nonsense.
You didn't think it was nonsense. It was the truth, and nothing but. Being through everything with him and for the other fellow members, you would have left him, but you sense something in Rindou. Despite his sadistic nature, and the willingness to remain loyal to his men, you saw a soft side to him. One that had made you faithful to him since day one.
He placed his hand over your stomach, feeling the faint, painful kicks that fluttered your body. "You are so smart, you know that?" Pressing buttons was his well-known trait , and even seeing that you're pregnant, you would think he would let off easy with the tasteless remarks.
"And you have a smart-ass mouth, you know that?" You slowly rise up from the couch with a grimacing look on your face, Rindou's hand still on your stomach. He noticed your expression, and you nodded your head in agreement, noting to him that you were okay.
"Easy." He guided you from your standing position, now in the back of you with both of his hands slightly carrying your stomach.
"Idiot, no cursing in front of the child." He chuckled while slowly caressing your stomach. You couldn't help but to roll your eyes at his dry humor. Entertaining at least, but sometimes it can come off at moments where you just had enough.
"It's not like she can hear." You scoffed. "Hey, Ran."
The brother of Rindou looked over at your direction over by the couch, a whiskey in hand and wonder in thought. "Yes?" You overhear his question while it then got drown by Rindou placing small kisses over the back of your neck.
"Do you think babies can hear cuss words?" A senseless question that didn't need answering. You were curious about Ran's answer. For some odd reason, you felt like Rindou was rolling his eyes while kissing you. You didn't question it.
"They can hear words, but I guess those words aren't registered in their language or whatever." Ran takes a sip of his whiskey and laughs. "But I can go in depth another day, _______"
"Yeah, let's save that discussion later on." Rindou continues to pepper kisses all over you, ignoring half of what Ran said about your question.
"Ah, come on, Rindou, let's learn something from your brother, at least."
Rindou looks at Ran with a blank expression before nipping at your collarbone, making you jump from the touch of his teeth skirting over sensitive. "What he needs to learn is how to push. Profit is slowly declining from different areas in the city." He mutters to himself, before lowering his tone. "It'll be a bitch and a half to push weight in the red-light district. Cops are getting worse."
Hearing his brother with the usual complaints, Ran looks at him with a questionable look similar to his brother's counterpart. "I know that." Looking at the glass of whiskey in hand, Ran changes the subject by looking at you with a reassuring smile.
"When is she due, _____?" He asks. "I saw the ultrasound pictures of her and the group chat won't shut up about it."
"Can't help it. When she comes out, we'll make her a true member. The first female!" Sanzu chimes with excitement as he comes from one of the rooms in the hideout.
"My child is going to have an education, thank you." You disagreed with Sanzu's word of choice as you walked away from the couch, Rindou aiding you with walking.
"She can have an education, too." Sanzu includes before sitting down on the couch that you were previously on.
"My child is already tampered with the things going on here already." Rindou sighs. "Anyway, where's the rest of the gang?" Rindou looks around the room in search of more of the members, but only Ran and Sanzu were present. You looked at him with a face of slight disgust before complaining yet again of his mouth. "It's my child too, idiot." Rindou looks at you, surprised, before going back to look the other members who were looking at you with slight smirks on their faces.
"They're at the club with some other affiliates. Usual conference." Ran stiffens a laugh with taking another swig of his whiskey.
"I swear, she acts like a little sister to you," Sanzu laughs. Ran couldn't help himself, but to let out a soft chuckle. "I'm afraid Sanzu's right." Sanzu looks at him in confusion. "What you mean by that?"
Ignoring his question, Ran turns to face Rindou and then you. "A little sister to us, and a true woman to him. You lucked out, _____."
"We care about you, ______." Ran smiles. "Even in this lifestyle, we still care about our loved ones. Remember that, please."
Your cheeks feel hot due to embarrassment and you couldn't help but to look down at the floor before looking back at Rindou who placed a kiss on your lips.
"You can say the most pretentious shit, Ran." You feel a trail of lips slowly crawling to the top of your neck. "Even though she's my lady, she can be a pain in my ass," Rindou scoffed while smiling at you, planting a kiss before you continued on with your rants.
The tiredness of your pregnancy was an excuse to not go in with Rindou, as you continued to roll your eyes out of annoyance. You question your child's future with having your partner and yourself be affiliated with a dangerous organized like Bonten.
Nevertheless, you're grateful for your situation, regardless of how a mess it is. You're rich in everything.
Rich in having a man that cares for you deeply despite the bad consequences he lands himself in.
And rich in having a girl that both of you will love and cherish deeply, despite the circumstances that'll make you worry about her upbringing in this situation.
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On Jack Bright (An Exhaustive Perspective)
[Edited 2/19/2024 w/ additional evidence!]
A couple disclaimers before I start: First, this isn't an "official stance." It's an explanation of my personal views; I speak for myself alone. Second, I'm not setting out to change people's minds or moralize to them; I just want to explain & respond to some common arguments in the fan space.
Third & finally, massive content warning for explicit discussions of grooming & sexual abuse. This includes screenshots. (I assume everyone is aware of this going in, but better safe than sorry!!)
Q: Why do you care so much, anyway?
A: Not your business, but I was groomed as a teenager in a very similar manner to the whole AB situation. Ok, on to the actual questions.
Q: First things first: Was AB/Duckman a groomer?
A: Yes, pretty definitively. First of all, DMs from one of their victims (who was underage while they were in contact; AB was aware of this fact).
[ID in alt text]
Maybe anonymous allegations aren't solid proof -- of course, there are public victims, but there are also screenshots of AB themself "joking" about being a sexual predator.
Straight up saying they want nudes from 14 year olds.
With the context of the first message -- the punchline is molesting/"corrupting" people who are underage (which they've publicly stated is a fetish of theirs)
This one just kind of... speaks for itself, I think?
[And again, ID in alt text for all these.]
These aren't the only examples, by the way -- just the most blatant. AB also explicitly wrote their interest in underage girls into tales on the actual wiki. Examples include the famed list, which implied Bright shouldn't be around people underage because he would come onto them (and that's without mentioning the blatant racism on there), as well as a now-deleted tale called 'Money, Money, Money' that involved in-depth description of a 13-year-old's breasts.
[Correction: my mistake, the tale was called 'Doctor, Doctor, Doctor.' You can find it here without the overtly sexual description of a child's body — it took 8 years (!!) for AB to remove these passages. Here's the original:
Highlighted in blue is the original edit history showing the article's content. Additionally, here's AB defending this on the talk page:
In addition to this, there's also AB requesting an artist draw incestuous rape porn — personally I find this far less heinous than a lot of the other stuff they've done, but I figure it deserves a place here too.
(iamnotadamnedmonkey is AB's old Tumblr handle, sorry for the poor quality screenshot!)
All new images also have alt text.]
Q: But AB is just the author. Why is the character bad?
A: A couple reasons. First of all, the character reflects a lot of AB's sexual proclivities, including towards underage characters, as I already mentioned in the previous point.
Second, Bright's popularity gave AB their social standing within the community. There are a few chat logs where they brag about people wanting to have sexual relations with them because of their work on the SCP wiki; also, it's pretty clear that creating something popular gives you access to a lot more people who are interested in talking to you.
When you manipulate fans wanting to talk to you into sexual relationships, it's pretty clear that you have the ability to access victims because your name is out there.
Thirdly, AB used Bright's amulet as a possession kink thing and would ask for nudes that had it visible. (And, you know, they solicited a lot of regular nudes too. What a great guy, who would totally never use their platform for their own sexual pleasure...)
Q: Right, but AB's not on the wiki anymore...
A: AB's publicly-spoken victims have politely requested that the character not be used anymore. Bright was used as a tool to access, manipulate, and engage in sexual contact with fans who were young and in some cases under the age of majority. Therefore, continuing to use Bright is disrespectful to their victims. Personally speaking, I also consider it to be disrespectful towards victims of grooming and/or sexual abuse as a whole.
Q: So you think people who still use Bright are bad people?
A: No, I don't.
Like I said, I think they're being pretty blatantly disrespectful. But I'm not the arbiter of morality or the censorship bureau. People can do what they want as long as it is appropriately tagged for.
However, the fact is this: if someone is publicly continuing to use Jack Bright, then they are doing something that goes against my values -- because my values involve supporting and respecting victims of sexual abuse.
I, personally, will not be comfortable speaking to them or seeing them in my internet space, and I'll probably lose a lot of respect for them if I had any in the first place. And since I consider my community to be a group of people who reflect my personal values and beliefs, I also do not and will never consider people who use Bright to be "part of my community."
You don't have to be a bad person to be doing something wrong, and I'll level with you: yes, I think promoting a known sexual offender & ignoring the requests of their victims is, in fact, doing something wrong. That's fine! You're allowed to do stuff that's 'wrong,' I'm not your mommy and I'm not going to call the thought police on you. But you should be comfortable with the fact that you're doing something that is going to upset other people. Using Bright will and does hurt other people, and that is not something that you can ignore.
I don't think anyone should be harassed. Obviously. I've received plenty of harassment for heading the rewrite project, and it sucks no matter who you are.
But I think people should get a little more comfortable with owning their decisions, instead of trying to argue that those decisions don't actually have any weight or consequences.
Q: But I can't control using Bright! [I have an introject of Bright/I have a DA to Bright] and it's not fair to act like I'm doing something wrong!
A: Sorry. Mental illness doesn't make you exempt from your actions having an impact on the people around you. I'll probably be more understanding if it's related to a mental health issue, but, y'know.
You don't have to do it in public. If you genuinely don't want to be hurting or upsetting other people, then you should keep your discussion of the Jack Bright character to private spaces, because otherwise you're still doing the thing you were respectfully asked not to do.
(I'm a system, just for reference. I understand. It doesn't absolve you of consequences.)
Q: I don't actually care about [your feelings/the victims' feelings], so this doesn't apply to me.
A: Cool. You can very easily block me, AB's victims, and anyone else who is vocally against using Bright. That's, uh, the point of the block button.
Q: I have something else to say that you didn't put in this post.
A: If you feel like being respectful or you have a genuine question, please direct yourself to the replies/reblogs/my inbox. If you don't, then please refer to my previous response. If you're blocked so you can't contact me, then, uh... don't contact me?
Ok, that's all my points made. Have the day you deserve, and hopefully it's a good one ❤️
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hole in one — chapter 23.
⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.
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"hey." muttered haru after seeing karina.
the girl was panting, making it obvious that she had run to that place. the new girl understood right away, she had already realized it she arrived later than she was supposed to.
"sorry i'm late." she added, interrupting the tension building between the two.
"hey." returned the other's greeting, sketching a shy smile.
up until that moment karina had felt confident, calm, but it all dissipated as soon as the golfer stood in front of her.
she had crossed paths with haru a few times, although she could count them with her fingers. after all, they go to the same university, and there are events that all the students attend. besides that, kwon sometimes showed up at the building where jimin studied to visit her friend giselle. but they never interacted before, let alone with the subplot of an entire plan organized to seduce her. somehow, the athlete's idea and the plan seemed so far away and fictional that she didn't feel a great weight because of them.
until kwon haru became a reality, until she was there personified in front of her, and karina felt the pressure of having to think carefully every interaction they had.
"are you..." she gave a deep sigh before continuing the sentence. "...the girl my girlfriend has been fighting with?" a short, chaste laugh escaped her as she finished, perhaps because of nerves or the ridiculousness she was asking.
"i think that's an accurate description of me." jimin nodded her head, pressing her lips against each other as a gesture of embarrassment. "although it's not so much a fight, it's more just her..."
"yeah, i know." she lowered her gaze, and walked a bit until she found a place where to leave her equipment. "sorry about that, by the way." she picked up a club and turned to karina again. "it's just that she thinks what happened at the party was on purpose, which doesn't justify her reaction, sure, but it's all only because she felt attacked. i swear she's not mean, just..." she stopped her walk next to the girl, taking a breath of air and looking towards the field, thinking what to say next. "hi, i'm haru, it's a pleasure." she looked at her and extended her hand waiting for a shake, not finishing the previous topic.
"yes, i know you're haru. it's a pleasure too." she reciprocated the greeting, finding funny the abrupt change of subject.
"your name is karina, am i correct?" the golfer furrowed her eyebrows as a gesture of curiosity.
"that's me." confirmed, pointing her index finger at herself. "but my name is jimin, actually." she explained.
"okay, jimin-ssi." she gave a smile without showing her teeth, but that was still genuine enough to make her eyes narrow.
it was the first time karina had talked to kwon haru, and although she had the image that the girl's personality wasn't at all like her girlfriend's, in those minutes she had confirmed it. she was kind. something well hidden among her priorities and bad intentions, told the newcomer that this girl didn't deserve to have any harm done to her, but at the same time, she also was relieved at the thought that maybe it wouldn't be such a challenge to flirt with haru.
this is against kazuha, anyway.
"minhyuk spoke to me yesterday, told me he helped some friends get into the club, and that they lied on their applications about knowing how to play golf." the fresh member lowered her head in embarrassment, to which the experienced laughed. "he told me i had to do him the favor of helping him train them, am i right?"
"you are, ma'am." karina brought her hand to her forehead, jokingly giving a military salute, then flashed a cheeky, flirtatious expression to her new acquaintance.
she was there to make her fall in love, after all.
haru looked away restlessly, and swayed from one foot to the other as she scanned the surroundings with her eyes as if there was anything besides grass and holes in the ground.
"everyone lies on applications anyway, don't they?" joked karina as she saw her teacher start to move to fetch some golf balls and arrange everything.
"not in rottary, no." she denied as she was bent over setting up a tee.
"oh." she expressed flustered.
"but it's okay, jimin-ssi." she straightened up and addressed her. "someone had to be the first to do it." tried to reassure her.
karina and haru sat down on the tee box, and the sportswoman took some time to explain the rules of the game, the most common terms and what each item used in the sport was called and what it was for, and also to answer any questions the new girl may have.
the latter listened attentively to every part so as not to detract from practice later. and even though she still found it rather boring, she got a strange thrill from the idea of being good at golf.
"so why did you join the club if you've never played golf before?" questioned the teacher once she finished explaining the system of play.
karina thought carefully about her answer, she couldn't say anything stupid. during the previous days she had been researching things about golf, so she looked through that information to answer the question.
"isn't it easier to play golf when you are a member of a club? you have somewhere to train, an easy way to participate in tournaments, direct access to teachers and coaches." she repeated everything she remembered from that specific google search she had done, 'why is it good to join a golf club?'
"yes, you're right."
"i don't get out of my house much." the girl confessed. "i wanted to do a sport and have a more active life." vile lie. "and everyone at ncu does golf, so it caught my attention." more lies.
"it's a great sport, you won't regret it." assured the one who had been at it for years. "is that why you followed me?"
"what?"
"on instagram."
jimin opened her mouth and expanded her eyes in surprise at the question. she had forgotten she did that, maybe she had voluntarily wiped it from her brain. her cheeks turned red right away.
"of course..." she spoke nervously. "i mean, you're the best at golf, right?" she reached out her arm and gently tapped her closed fist on the girl's arm.
and again, haru began to look around avoiding eye contact, while her cheeks also took on a reddish color.
"okay, now," the trainer stood up and extended her hand to the other girl to help her up. "let's see how bad your swing is."
they approached the tee that the athlete had set up earlier and now she put a ball on top. she looked through her student's unused clubs, picked one up and then passed it to her. she took it with one hand, to which haru moved close enough to her to position it correctly between her hands.
"you're going to put your dominant hand where the grip and the shaft connect." she pointed to the area she was referring to. "you're way up." warned laughing at the inexperienced girl's cluelessness.
haru took karina's hand, gently moving it to the correct position. the apprentice looked up from the object to the face of her teacher, who, at the proximity, this time could not avoid the connection of glances. the blackhaired drew a warm smile on her lips and moved her pupils from the girl's eyes to her lips.
she still hadn't forgotten about the plan.
at this interaction, haru took a breath and turned around on her feet abruptly as she rambled anxiously about the proper way to hold a golf club. when she turned back to face jimin, who was quite stunned at the suddenness with which that moment was cut off, her gaze drifted back and she frowned.
"don't turn around." she warned seriously.
the girl quickly grimaced cheerfully and began waving towards whatever was behind her.
"it's kazuha." she explained through her teeth while she followed her partner with her gaze, who was traveling in a golf cart through the club. "if you turn around we're both going to die." she dramatized without stopping waving.
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“In hindsight, I should have looked at the instructions"
A/N: THE DEMO IS FINALLY OUT OMG!! Congrats to the devs and the whole team for releasing the demo!! I love it so much to the point I think I'm the first one to make an x reader of it lol. But I chose my favorite (for now)Vince!! And a certain person might like it as much as I do hehe. I might not get his full personality right since it is still the demo and the characters might change their personalities depending the route you pick on the official release, but do enjoy everyone! And requests will be open until further notice. And of course spoilers for the demo!!
P. S. The reader is demisexual! If you don't know what it is it means a person who feels sexually attracted to someone after creating a close bond with them! It made sense to me since in the demo the mc was a bit rude and judgemental in their thoughts regarding their interactions with the different love interests. But hey! If you don't like it then just ignore this part! Enjoy it however you like hatchlings!
Pairing: Vince Matador x gn! reader
Warnings: curses, no use of Y/N only You/I
What did I get myself into?
A sigh of exhaustion released itself from your mouth as you headed out from the diner where you now currently work at.
Who knew that you had to use the first few weeks of your summer in an unknown town after your car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere?
Fuck Fate and itself.
You started on walking around the streets of the said town, it was interesting to say the least. Almost everyone in this vicinity at least knew each other if they were a neighbour or a regular. You felt out of place whenever someone pointed out or asked if you were new around.
The only thing that wavered your mind was the interaction inside Cup o Jo Mama. The new part-time job you’ll be doing until you’re able to pay for both the hostel you were staying in and the repairs of your broken down car. (Srsly how did I should have checked it out before going on a long ass fucking road trip??)
Chris was quite a timid character to have as a co-worker, but I am quite the observing person to see how he changes personalities so directly. It concerns me sometimes but it wasn't my business to get into anyone’s personal lives.
And that Wyatt fellow…. Can’t say that the headlines were wrong about his looks. He was attractive, but his personality is that of a stereotypical rich people lifestyle. It's best to not not meddle myself into his work and business, if he was staying in Brine Bay in the meantime.
Placing your headphones over your ears, you started to tune out the noises, you needed some alone time after all the shit that just happened. Familiarising your steps to avoid on getting lost - (Fuck you btw Dante) again.
Clicking your tongue slightly in annoyance after remembering a certain front desk employee who didn't tell you the actual direction towards the diner you were supposed to go in.
Without you knowing, a familiar sheriff and an unknown male suddenly were seen in the corner of your eyes. Jean looked optimistic as ever, but to your surprise- he was with someone else who looked like the opposite of him.
Why not see what they’re up to?
So… . The guy’s name is Vince. Jean momentarily left you both together to help with the white haired males socialising skills. You didn't mind, but you did feel guilty for forcing him to be with you. So you thanked him for staying with you.
You didn't expect the male to give you a half- smile. It almost caught you off guard. It was so pretty…
You shook your thoughts away and gave your own warm smile. Vince was a nice fellow, since he didn't know what to show you, you suggested that he showed the areas where he likes to stay at. You bonded with him with his different favorite places in Brine Bay. You were touched on how he could trust you to these places. You knew it held something for him to show you these areas.
Then you met Kevin….
You almost laughed loudly after hearing the nickname Vince gave him.
A fucking highlighter? You didn't think the male held so much humor. (Or your humor is just broken)
Kevin was a nice fellow. A bit flirty (then again who isn't? Almost everyone - not Dante- has started flirting with you before you could even muster a response to any of their introductions) but a passionate theatre kid.
‘pre’?? Is that a word or a different language? You’ll probably ask the next time you interact with him.
After saying goodbye to the green haired male. You and Vince were left alone together again. You pointed out how it was getting late so you and him started your way back to your hostel.
“Are you enjoying yourself? “ You paused after hearing Vince’s words. You… didn't expect someone would ask this question towards you. I mean it is technically your first day here after all.
You can feel the stare of Vince from the corner of your face as you racked up an answer for him.
“I… . Can't say much. My car broke down, Jean found me, he drove me here, I met a lot of people, found a part time job… . It's overwhelming to say the least” a flash of worry crossed the eyes of Vince as he tried to find the right words to reply.
But you beat him to it.
" But… I am enjoying it. I never expected to have an adventure while on summer break. It's new…. But not unwelcoming" a chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the sky growing darker.
“That's… . Good to hear” Vince relaxed his shoulders with another pretty smile he has. Your heart flutters after seeing it again. This was the second time you’ve seen it but you already knew you’ll always remember that smile he has.
Exchanging numbers with him was… eventful. It was cute to see him flustered while nervously asking if you wanted his contact number (who wouldn't accept his advances?)
You knew you had to take your chances and placed “Vimpire" as the contact name for Vince. (He’ll probably be disappointed but who’s to say he’ll just chuckle after you have him a silly nickname)
You told him your farewells and headed back to your temporary room. Doing your nightly routine and wearing your night wear.
You decided to call someone before heading off to sleep. The first person that popped up from the idea was Vince.
“Ah.. who is it?"
“You forgot about me already?" You teased slightly with a small chuckle as you looked outside the windows while watching the luminescent sky radiating from them.
“It's you… . I-i didn't expect that you would be calling me already” you wanted to tease him more but you asked him first if he arrived home already. He was still walking from home and you both decided to stay in the call for a while.
“Can I ask… why the sudden call? “
Fuck it.
" Is it bad that I wanted to hear your voice before I head to sleep? “
A pause could be heard from the other line. You grew worried when the call suddenly hung up and you panicked. You tried texting him but he suddenly beat you to it with a call.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I panicked!" A rush of apologies came after you answered the call. It was a relief to hear that you weren't stepping over boundaries and you asked him if everything was alright.
He reassured you, telling you that he just took time to process on what you said before. You couldn't see it but he was smiling on the other side of the phone (if Jean saw this he would be supportive yet teasing the poor boy).
“Hey uhm… if you have time after your shift ends… I could show you more around town? “
You were shocked again after hearing his words. This is the second time you got shocked by this man alone. You wonder what he got plans for you next.
" I would like that” you smiled warmly from the invitation. As you both continued chatting until you both shared your farewells.
You yawned and stretched your body and headed off to sleep.
You hope you can see Vince’s smiling face again.
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WIBTAH for sending my (21NB) SIL (20F) stuff to help with her pregnancy when her mom said she doesn't want us to?
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so for some context, SIL didn't tell us she was 2 months pregnant until last night. She'd been planning on moving across the country (we live in the USA so across country is 3000~ miles/4500~ km) to go live with her boyfriend (22M) for a while now. None of us wanted her to go regardless but now that we know she's pregnant we wish she were here even more so we could help with anything she needs. She left this morning for her flight across country with a guy our family barely knows - some of us only learned his name last night.
my MIL - her mom - says she was gonna send her a car before finding out about the pregnancy but since SIL said she's gonna go to school and work online cus she wants to stay home with the baby, the mom doesn't want to send her a car that the idiot who got her pregnant (and was the one who convinced her not to tell us about it) is gonna end up using instead of her.
so, i brought up sending her some stuff to show her that she has people here who will help her (even if she is across the country) and show she's not alone. MIL was worried it would convince her to stay there. My worry is that not giving her any help will push her to stay over there where she doesn't know anyone instead of staying with family or, at least, someone she knows better than her bf of a few months.
I know she doesn't like it here, and at first I supported her moving out before I found out it was across the country with a guy she met *This Year* (2023 when submitted - idk how long thisll take to post). I don't think she should have to stay in this house, I understand she has trauma here and I fully support her moving out but the thought of her alone and pregnant on the other side of the country where she has absolutely no one other than her bf (who doesnt seem to be taking this situation seriously At All) and his family - who none of us have ever met - is just terrifying.
I dont think what I want to send her is something that would end up being a present for the boyfriend instead of her like the car. I have a pregnancy pillow from a surgery I had last year and thought even if she ends up not wanting it, sending it to her would at least show her that she's not alone and we still love and care about her from all the way over here. It isn't much and I don't think it's anything that would convince her to stay over there so I don't see why it should be a problem.
For full transparency, I *do* hope sending her support might convince her to come back, even if she doesn't move back into the house, I hope she doesn't stay in a place with a guy who clearly isn't ready to help, people she doesn't know, new rules, new everything. It all just seems too stressful under regular circumstances, let alone during her first-ever pregnancy. That being said, her staying or going is her choice, all of us agreed that trying to force her to stay/come back would only stress her out more and would be bad for her and the baby.
for extra context- when i say we dont know the bf at all, i mean it. i met him yesterday, the rest of the family has met him 2, maybe 3 times. he made a speech last night at dinner that only made me worry more, "I may not be the best for her", "Yeah, I'm in school but I'm not studying anything right now" (wtf does that even mean????), apparently he wants to be a cop (which i dont like personally) but isnt doing anything to accomplish that? and when FIL asked if we could visit her, he completely waffled as if he had never thought of the fact that we would like to go see her?? and her child??? Everyone throughout dinner made it very clear to him that we Don't know him and we're entrusting the baby of the household, the Princess of the household, with him - all of this was before we even knew she was pregnant. He didn't even tell the dad about the pregnancy before they left, he made MIL do it.
tl;dr- SIL's bf convinced her not to tell her family she was pregnant until the night before she moves across the country to live with him. I want to send her stuff to help with her pregnancy & show her she's not alone & we're here to help with whatever she needs but MIL worries sending her things will convince her that she doesnt need to come back home, i worry that not sending her anything at all will make her not want to come back at all.
What are these acronyms?
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ORANGE SLICES & POCKET LEMONS
— a girl falls for her niece’s charming & flirtatious soccer coach 🍊
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Amaya's fingertips tap to the beat of an overplayed pop song, her hair whipping from the warm breeze from her car's rolled-down windows.
"Can we get McDonald's?" asks a soft-spoken voice behind her.
She turns the radio's volume down to hear her niece better. "Not today, Willow. I don't want you running on a full stomach. And I thought you ate lunch before I picked you up!"
Willow groans at her logical answer, her head dramatically lulling against the headrest. Amaya reaches back and pinches her knee. "Ow!" she squeals with a pout. "I did eat lunch, but I really want fries."
"We're pulling into the school right now," Amaya says, turning left into the parking lot. "You need to ask me ahead of time."
It's half past noon, and she's dropping her eight-year-old niece off at the local high school's athletic field for her first day of soccer camp. Amaya's sister works long hours at an office, so she happily agreed to take Willow to and from the sessions when needed.
The camp is held three times a week for the entire month of July, and she has no idea what to expect. She doesn't know who the coaches are or what they'll do activity-wise during the two hours each day. All she knows is that Willow looks adorable with her frizzy ponytail, pink shin guards, and matching cleats.
As Amaya pulls into an available parking space, she observes many cars and loitering families. Sticking her thumb's fingernail between her teeth, she nervously bites it. Most people here are probably snobby soccer moms who act above everyone else just because their child can kick a ball. Big whoop. Because of that, she always feels a little out of place in the town she's lived in her entire life, but she doesn't necessarily feel wrong about judging the locals. Her assumptions usually present themselves to be true.
Amaya steps out of the car, walks over to the side where Willow sits, and slides the door open. As she hops out, Amaya grabs what Willow needs from the trunk, including snacks and water bottles in a drawstring backpack, completed registration forms, a regular pair of shoes, and a headband if she needs something to hold her untamed hair back. She passes everything over to Willow, who's trying to break in her new cleats by jumping up and down.
"Ready?" Amaya asks while closing the trunk, knowing Willow has patiently waited for this for weeks.
"I'm ready," she answers excitedly with a crooked smile. "I see where we need to give them my papers."
Willow walks toward the people handing in their registration forms, putting her backpack on with a skip in her step. Amaya shields the sun from her eyes and follows her to the canopy tent. Two men are sitting behind a folding table and attending people, so she guides Willow to the line forming on the right where only a mother and her son stand. The son gets a stamp on his hand and then begins walking to the field with his mother. Amaya can't stay and watch since she has errands to run, but her sister said she trusts the people who run the camp, so she's not too worried about leaving Willow for a short time.
Willow shuffles forward, and Amaya opens her backpack to take out the forms. A man wearing a grey hoodie and a black beanie looks up as he stacks a pile of papers. It's humid out, so she wonders how he's not dying from heat in his outfit.
"Afternoon, ladies," he says in a deep and friendly voice. "I can take those from you."
She hands over the forms, and he gives her a closed-lip smile. He's very handsome, with his clean-shaven face complemented by green eyes that sparkle from the sunlight upon a portion of his face. She subtly glances down and sees athletic shorts adorning his thighs, which are spread slightly on the chair he sits on. Tight compression shorts peek out from under them.
He skims the papers and checks whether Willow's name is on the list of kids who signed up. He then uses a highlighter to mark off her name before throwing a sugary orange slice from a bag next to him into his mouth.
"Nice to meet you, Willow," he says with calm enthusiasm. Willow holds her hand out, and he stamps it gently, the washable ink leaving an outline of a soccer ball on her skin. "I'm Harry, and you'll be in my group today. You can head to the red cones by the furthest soccer goal to warm up and make friends while we get everyone situated."
Amaya peers at Willow and finds her looking up at her eagerly. With a ruffle to her hair, she tells her, "Have fun, okay? I'll see you in a couple of hours."
With that, Willow is off and running toward the field with all her belongings.
"Thank you so much for coming out today," Harry says, resting his elbows on the table. "I'm the head coach for the camp, so if there are any concerns, questions, or emergencies, my phone number and email are listed on our fliers" — he picks one up and offers it to her — "or on our website."
"Perfect," she replies, taking the leaflet from him.
"And what's your name?"
"I'm Amaya, Willow's aunt. Am I all set?"
"All good to go, Amaya. Just so you know, everyone is allowed to stay and watch. There are chairs and bleachers available."
"Oh, cool. I actually have to run some errands, but I'll be able to stay tomorrow." Amaya begins walking away, waving at him. "Have a nice day!"
"You as well!" he calls out, chewing on another orange slice.
On Amaya's drive to the grocery store, the thought of seeing his face several more times throughout the month leaves her with an unexplainable feeling in her stomach.
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After crossing off all the errands on her list, Amaya arrives back at the high school two hours later. On the way, she decides to get Willow fries from McDonald's, knowing she'll love her forever for it.
Walking to the field, she sees the kids just starting to pack up. She spots Harry, his beanie replaced with a baseball cap turned around on his head. His hoodie is also off, and his white T-shirt is damp with sweat on his body. He has a coach whistle around his neck and a clipboard in his hand, occasionally writing stuff down while chewing gum. Occasionally, a kid will pass him on their way out, and he'll give them a fist bump.
Amaya scans the area and finds Willow trying to remove her cleats. She seems to struggle a bit, huffing in frustration and slapping her hands on her thighs after each failed attempt. A few seconds pass before Harry strolls over to her, handing his clipboard to another coach. He kneels in front of her as his mouth moves to form a question. Amaya can't hear him from where she's standing, but she assumes he's asking Willow if she needs help. She nods defeatedly, and he doesn't hesitate to set one of her cleats on his bent knee, untying the tight laces with ease. He untangles the other one and then stands with a smile. Amaya watches them exchange a couple more words before he gives her a fist bump.
Harry smacks his gum and looks around, quickly recognizing her and pointing so Willow can see. She ungracefully grabs her stuff and begins running toward her, and Harry follows, his hands clasped behind his head. The hem of his shirt rises, and Amaya can't help but let her eyesight drift down to his soft, defined stomach with two tattoos symmetrically inked above the waistband of his shorts. He smiles, maybe even smirks at her, before returning his arms to his sides. She's luckily saved from any further embarrassment since he gets whisked away by a mom nearby.
Amaya clears her throat as her eyes focus on Willow instead. "How was it?" she asks, taking her cleats from her.
"So much fun! I'm tired."
"Good. Your mom will be happy about that."
Willow grabs the container of fries and begins stuffing her face with the salty snack. Amaya laughs before looking up to find Harry returning to them. He's lifting the bottom of his shirt and wiping sweat from his neck. It takes everything in her not to look at his abdomen again.
"Hey," he says through heavy breaths, standing in front of her with his hands on his hips. "Not a very healthy snack to have after physical activity, eh?" he teases, nodding at the fries in Willow's greedy grasp.
"I had some of your orange slices, which are healthy!" Willow says. Amaya is surprised by how comfortable she seems with him already. It fascinates her how kids can befriend just about anybody in a couple hours.
"They're covered in sugar, you maniac!" Harry argues playfully, making Willow giggle.
"Wanna trade?" Willow asks, giving him her best gap-toothed smile and offering him one of her fries.
Harry pretends to mull it over before accepting her offer. His jaw flexes as he chews, and his eyes move to Amaya. He raises his eyebrows and smiles mischievously, flicking his knuckle under his nose.
"Hi," she says eventually, shifting her footing. "It seems like she had a great time. Thank you."
"We had a wonderful time. Right, Willow?" He glances at her, and she nods excitedly.
"I'll be here to drop her off tomorrow. At this point, I'm basically her chauffeur."
Harry laughs, deep dimples appearing. Willow is distracted and talking to a girl her age, leaving Amaya basically alone with him.
"She's delightful," he mentions, bending his knee and stretching it. "Fast learner, too. We had tons of fun today."
"I'll be sure to tell her mom. Speaking of, I should get her home.
"Yeah, of course. Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, you will. I think I can stay and watch next time."
"Cool. Have a nice rest of your day, guys." He steps toward Willow and holds his fist out to her. She bumps it while he steals one of her fries and tells her, "Take care, kiddo."
Once they're both back in the car with the air conditioning blasting, Willow says, "I like my coach. He's funny and gives us orange slices. He also told me to tell you to bring an umbrella tomorrow since it might rain."
Amaya's heart skips a beat, her hands tightening around the steering wheel. He said that? Why? It seems odd that he'd go out of his way to prepare her, a mere stranger, for the weather. But she's not going to complain. She has a bad habit of forgetting to check the forecast.
She shakes those thoughts out of her head by turning the radio on and letting lackluster lyrics fill her brain the entire way to her sister's house.
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On a dreary Wednesday, Amaya drives Willow to her second day of soccer camp.
Her sweatshirt is haphazardly thrown over her body as she impatiently waits for the traffic light to turn green. She was running behind this morning and was only slightly speeding so they could make it to the high school on time. This session is held at nine in the morning instead of the afternoon, so her body is still waking up. She didn't get to make coffee before she left. However, Willow is wide awake, looking out the raindrop-covered window as she practically bounces in her seat.
The town streets are slick as Amaya turns into the parking lot. Thankfully, they're only three minutes late. As she shuts her windshield wipers off, she suddenly remembers forgetting an essential item — an umbrella. She was so rushed to get on the road that she forgot to pack one. It's not raining too hard, and she has a hood, so she'll just have to suffer through it. Maybe a mom will kindly lend her one, but she doubts it. They'll be too worried about their highlighted hair getting drenched.
Amaya and Willow walk to the field after they grab their stuff. Everyone is already warming up — kids are running around, soccer balls are being passed, and fast feet splash in shallow puddles forming on the grass. The rain has now subsided to a sprinkle, but a gloom still dulls the sky.
Coach Harry is easy to identify, obviously being much taller than the kids, but also because he's wearing a multi-colored, retro-esque windbreaker with its hood thrown over his curls. He's holding a clear cup with green liquid while juggling a soccer ball with his feet. She watches his eyes focus entirely on the task below him. There's also another bag of orange slices peeking out from his pocket.
Willow joins her fellow campers, dropping her backpack on the short journey toward Harry. In Amaya's peripheral, she sees a heavily pregnant woman walking past her while holding her daughter's hand. Harry seems to have a sixth sense since his attentive gaze immediately spots the woman. He effortlessly kicks the ball into the nearby goal and then jogs over to her while sipping his drink. The woman waves and sends her daughter off, but not before Harry gives them each a fist bump. They must know each other well because he soon places one hand on her shoulder and the other on her rounded stomach as they converse, laughing and smiling.
Amaya looks away before she gets caught.
Crossing her arms, she centers her attention on Willow, who's kicking a ball back and forth with a boy. She looks like she's in her comfort zone. It'll be nice to watch her today.
It's hard not to notice Harry going down the line of parents, shaking hands and conversing briefly with each one. She realizes she's at the end of the line, and anxiousness transpires. He reaches the person next to her, putting on a charming smile. She can immediately tell that the mom is trying to flirt with him since she's twirling her hair and looking at him like he deserves eternal worship.
Harry smoothly moves the conversation along, waving at the woman before standing in front of Amaya. "Hi!" he says, surprised to see her, reaching his hand out for her to shake.
"Hey, how are you?" she replies, shaking his hand gently.
"Good, good. I'm happy to have you stay this time. The weather's a bit rubbish, but we'll manage."
"Yeah, I forgot my umbrella at home. It's not too bad, though. It could be a downpour, I guess."
"Here, I'll grab mine," he offers, already jogging toward the bleachers and opening a large duffel bag she assumes to be his. He strides back, opens a black umbrella, and hands it to her.
"Thanks," Amaya mumbles shyly.
"Anytime. I'll talk to you after the sessions, yeah?"
"Oh, um, sure." She clears her throat. "By the way, I really like your jacket."
"Thank you. One of the kids said I look like his grandad, so it's nice that someone appreciates it."
"It's very eighties."
"And there's nothing wrong with that, eh?" he says, smiling with his mouth wide open.
She just laughs, not knowing how to respond to his charm.
"All right, I'll leave you be. Behave," Harry tells her with a wink before returning to his group of kids.
With a small sigh, Amaya mentally prepares herself for the next two hours.
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The kids run to pack up their things when the final whistle is blown, indicating the end of today's activities. The sun had made a glorious appearance about an hour ago, yet the itchy humidity after the rain is making Amaya's forehead and upper lip sweat.
As she's observing Willow gulp down water, the sprinklers on the field suddenly turn on. Every kid gasps and immediately runs back over. The bliss of being that young and carefree is always something Amaya wishes she could experience again.
A few coaches bring out super soakers and spray the kids without warning. An eruption of screams and laughter travels through the air, the scene unfolding lifting the mood of everyone around. Amaya finds Harry curling his fingers in a beckoning motion to sneakily acquire a super soaker from a nearby coach. He catches one before sprinting down the field and blindly spraying behind him. The other coaches toss squirt guns on the field for the kids, and they clamber over each other to get first pickings.
It's absolute chaos, but her cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Willow goes after Harry by spraying his back relentlessly. He dramatically falls to the ground and plays dead, spreading his arms and sticking his tongue out. Willow giggles infectiously, attacking him again while other kids gang up on him. He's crying out in faux pain, acting like they're doing considerable damage. The white shirt that he has on (he took off his windbreaker when the sun came out) is now utterly soaked. It sticks to his abdomen, revealing a dark outline of something there.
Harry eventually stands, holding his hands up in surrender as the kids get distracted by their parents chasing after them. Amaya's breathing becomes shallow when he takes off his shirt—even more so when she sees his tattoos. His body is buff, and his tattooed arms are covered in sweat. Her mind has an impulsive thought of wanting to bite them. Is that too far?
He bends over and shakes his wet hair like a dog. The whistle and gold chain around his neck glimmers from the sun as he looks around, ensuring no one else will attack. He does a double-take when he catches her eyes. Grinning lopsidedly, he salutes her using two fingers. She waves as he heads over to her, grabbing a backpack and water gun, his shorts riding low on his hips. Is that a tattoo on his thigh?
"Am I in the clear?" he whispers, looking behind each of his shoulders as he tucks a water gun in his shorts, but not before flipping it theatrically like he's in a Western movie.
"I would hope so, but they might sneak up on you," Amaya replies, trying to keep her eyes off his body.
"Keep an eye out for me, yeah? It's brutal out here."
"I've got you, don't worry." She smiles. "This was a pleasant way to end the session."
"We try to do fun things for them after they work hard." He twists the bottom of his shirt and wrings it out. "Willow got me good; did you see that? She straight up attacked me!"
Amaya laughs and nods her head. She suddenly remembers that she has his umbrella next to her feet. She picks it up and hands it to him, saying, "Thank you for letting me use this."
"Of course," he says as he takes it. "I'm pretty sure the mothers were jealous of you, by the way."
Her eyebrows twitch in confusion. "What?"
Harry leans in closer. "They constantly flirt with me, and it's so annoying. One lady even squeezed my bicep all sexually."
"I mean, can you blame them?" She pokes his firm bicep. "Look at those muscles."
He bites his lip and smiles widely, looking a little flustered. He then opens his backpack and pulls out a bag filled with candy orange slices. "Want some?" he asks. "I've got a bunch of extra for the kids on their way out."
"I would love some."
"They're my favorite. I love fruit. Do you? What's your favorite fruit? You look like an apple kind of girl. Granny Smith, perhaps?"
"Granny Smith is actually my favorite! Good guess." Harry beams with sparkling eyes before opening the bag of sugary treats and handing it to her. "Thank you kindly, sir," Amaya says as the sky clouds over, a grey gloom suddenly hanging over the field.
"A fair exchange for watching my back," he replies with a wink.
As if on cue, a sneaky Willow comes up behind Harry, and before Amaya can warn him, she unexpectedly sprays her. "Willow!" she shrieks, mouth open in shock. "You're supposed to get Harry, not me!"
"Hey," Harry says, sounding wounded. "Give me those back, then. You're a traitor." He reaches for the orange slices, but she throws them to Willow.
Willow catches them and quickly eats one before running away with the bag and her squirt gun. Amaya shakes her head as a raindrop hits her cheek. She glances up at the sky—it looks like it's going to rain again.
"Shit," Harry mutters to himself. "I have to shut the sprinklers off. Don't leave yet, okay? I want to talk to you some more." He runs off to grab his shirt, then continues toward a shed by the bleachers.
It's drizzling now, so Amaya puts her hood back up. Harry soon jogs back with his shirt back on his body and opens his umbrella before standing beside her, holding it over both of their heads. It's strangely intimate.
Parents and children are now filing out, surely not wanting to get caught in the eventual downpour. As Harry chats with a coach beside him, Amaya feels her phone vibrating. It's a text from her sister.
It's storming bad where I'm working. The roads are terrible, so I'll be stuck here until it passes. Can you please take Willow to your apartment for a little bit? I'll keep you updated. Drive safe!
Amaya replies with no problem, then puts her phone back in her pocket as a distant rumble of thunder echoes over the field. Not even a minute passes before it starts pouring out of nowhere, and Harry instinctively brings the umbrella closer to their heads as everyone starts rushing to the parking lot. The coaches and remaining parents help pack the equipment. The grass quickly becomes muddy and slippery.
Harry looks down at her after the coach he talked to walks away to put the cones away. "Where's Willow?" he asks, his eyes showing concern.
Amaya points to where she is and says, "Helping pick up soccer balls."
"Can she get any cuter?" He cups his hands over his mouth and yells, "Willow! Your aunt doesn't want to get any more wet, so let's go! And give me my orange slices back!"
Willow's head snaps toward his bellowing voice. She kicks a soccer ball over to the netted bag and then runs carefully on the grass to them. The thunder has gotten louder, and there are flashes of lightning every so often. The rain comes down in sheets, and it looks like the beginning of the worst storm the summer has seen so far.
"Are you driving her home, or is she getting picked up?" Harry asks, fitting Willow's small body under the umbrella.
"My sister just texted me and said that she's waiting for the storm to end, so I'm taking her to my place," she replies while matting down Willow's hair.
"The roads will be terrible, Amaya," he advises gently. Listen, I have to lock up the concessions building. We can go under the roof and chill until the storm passes—if you want to, of course. It's just that everyone's leaving at once, and the roads will be dangerous, you know?"
"Yeah, you're right. My sister wouldn't want me driving home in this with her kid." Amaya looks down at Willow and asks, "Does that sound good?"
She nods. "Can I get another snack? I ate all the orange slices. Sorry, Coach Harry."
Harry laughs, huddling closer to her. "Don't worry about it. I've got enough to feed an army. Uh, you take this and head over," he says, moving the umbrella to Amaya's grasp. "And I'll meet you guys over there shortly."
"C'mon, Willow, think of what you want for a snack."
They walk under the concessions building's roof. The garage window is open, displaying a variety of snacks, candies, and drinks. There's no one behind the counter, so Amaya sits down at one of the tables while Willow hungrily grazes her eyes over the food selection.
"I want nachos," she says firmly after contemplating.
"Can't you just get a candy bar or a bag of chips?" Amaya asks, looking out at the field and seeing Harry run over, his windbreaker now on. He runs around the back of the building and appears seconds later behind the counter, sticking a pen behind his ear and leaning his forearms on the surface.
"What can I get you ladies? Willow helped clean up, so it's on me today."
Willow points to the chips and crockpot of cheese sauce in the back, and Harry fist-bumps her. "Solid choice. I think that just promoted you to my favorite camp kid. Even if you ate all my orange slices."
He turns around and pours a bag of nachos into a cardboard tray, and Willow skips over to sit with Amaya. Thunderclaps and rainfall are nice background noises under the concession stand's soft lights.
"And anything for Willow's chauffeur?" Harry asks with a sly glance toward Amaya while pouring hot cheese sauce over the chips.
"You pick."
He looks at the food choices and murmurs, "Brave choice. Let's see... you mentioned you liked Granny Smith apples. And look what we have here!" He pulls a caramel apple on a stick from the stand and presents it to her like an award. Amaya stands up to grab the nachos and apple, taking two napkins out of the dispenser.
"Solid choice," she repeats with a smile.
"Pretty convenient if I do say so myself. I would've given you our signature stale beef jerky if we didn't have any caramel apples."
"Very funny." Amaya shivers from the slight chill in the air. "Hey, are we allowed to sit back there? It's getting kind of cold."
"Yeah, there are stools back here. I'll sit on the counter and look pretty while you eat."
She decides to hop over the counter, not wanting to go back out in the rain to go through the back door. She picks Willow up first, having her hold her candy apple while Harry gently maneuvers her to the other side. Amaya is next, and she hopes this doesn't quickly become one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. Reaching his hand out to her, Harry helps her hop up backward on the counter. She slides her body around, and his other hand goes to her lower back to make for a gentle landing. She gives him a grateful smile as she sits on a stool next to Willow.
Harry jumps up on the counter to sit across from them both, his windbreaker rustling while Willow crunches on her chips.
"Aren't the coaches going to wonder where you are?" Amaya asks, taking a bite out of the apple.
"Nah, I told them where I'd be," he replies nonchalantly. His features appear softer, his eyes clearer. Amaya isn't used to seeing him so up close and in dim lighting. He's mesmerizing.
"I can't believe everyone else felt safe enough to drive home. I get anxious if I'm on the road and it's even a little bit windy. Then again, they're parents, so they have more experience."
"Hey, don't put herself down like that. Better safe than sorry, right?" Harry kicks his legs against the counter and asks, "How old are you, by the way? You don't have to answer if you're uncomfortable,".
"I turned twenty-four last month. What about you?"
"Twenty-five," he says. "I'm getting old, right, Willow? She called me old today because I said my knee was hurting."
"Yeah, you're old," Willow says distractedly, her eyes zoned out on the rain. "I'm eight, so I'm allowed to say that."
Harry scoffs and reaches his foot out to gently kick her cleat. He then does the same to Amaya's sneaker, getting her to look up at him.
"Are you not even going to defend me?" he says jokingly, pulling the bottom of his shorts up his thighs. "This is the second betrayal of the day, love."
The pet name startles her. And so does his fully-revealed thigh tattoo.
"Sorry, but you're pushing thirty," she taunts innocently, smirking at his offended expression. "Get it together."
"Wow. I lend you my umbrella, give you orange slices, try and get you to like me, and this is what I get in return." He's acting like he's speaking to an invisible crowd, waiting for someone to defend him.
"I already liked you," Amaya mutters, her eyes falling to her fidgeting hands. Willow is too distracted with her nachos to pay attention to what either of them is saying.
"Sorry, I can't hear you over the rain." His feet trap her own that are perched on the stool. "One more time?"
Her lips form a thin line as she tries to move her feet away, but she purposely gives up because she secretly likes it. "I said I already liked you. You don't need to try. You're likable, and I'm sure the camp kids agree."
"I like you, Coach Harry," Willow attests out of nowhere. "You're fun, and don't yell at us if we mess up."
He laughs, but Amaya can tell it's out of bashfulness. "You two are boosting my ego. Better stop before I float out of here with a big head."
"You're great at your job, and I've only watched you once," Amaya adds, flattering him even more. "I can tell you enjoy teaching these kids something you're passionate about. That's super special."
Harry gazes at her, eyes softened, and taps her foot with his before releasing them from his trap. "Thanks. It's demanding work, but every day, I come to the field and aim to have the kids go home having learned something. If not that, then the least I want is for them to go home happy, you know?"
She nods, finishing her apple. It's admirable that he talks so highly about what he does and what he wants the kids to get out of it.
"How long have you been coaching?"
"I coached a middle school team about four years back," he answers with a reminiscent look. "Then, once I had to get an actual job at university, I stopped because I no longer had the time. I also lost my love for it with all the stress from my job and classes. After I quit that job, which was a blessing in disguise, I started this summer camp with a couple of friends two years ago. I got my passion for soccer back and became much happier with my life. I do this in the summer and work as an assistant P.E. teacher during the school year. I love it so much."
"That's so incredible, Harry," Amaya commends, smiling at him with genuine awe. "Honestly, what you're providing for these kids is inspiring. I guarantee they go home and talk whoever's ear off about what they did."
He sighs, leaning back on his hands with a soft smile. Willow then hops off the counter and reaches up to hug him. He freezes for a moment but quickly wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back. He whispers something in her ear, and she giggles.
Amaya looks outside to see that the weather has calmed significantly, so she supposes she should get Willow home. "Ready to go?" she asks her. "The storm looks like it passed."
"Do we have to?" she whines.
"Your mom misses you, so yes."
Harry stands. "I can walk you to your car. Think I'll head out too."
He locks up the garage window as Amaya throws away the garbage. Harry then leads them out the back door, locks it, and grabs his backpack on the way out. Standing under the narrow awning, he bends down, encouraging Willow to climb on his back.
"I don't want her cleats to get muddy," he explains as Willow drapes her arms and legs over his body.
When they arrive at the car, Amaya unlocks it and slides the back door open. Willow sits sideways so Harry can take her cleats off and set them under her seat. She holds her fist out to say goodbye, and he bumps it, moving a wet strand of hair out of her eyes.
"Thanks for your help today, Willow. I'll make sure to get you nachos before we do drills tomorrow, so tell your aunt to be here early."
Willow gasps in excitement, and Amaya rolls her eyes playfully. She closes her door and walks to the driver's seat. Harry follows with the umbrella as she leans back against the door, looking up at him.
"Thank you again for the umbrella. And the food. And the company."
"No worries at all. Will you be here tomorrow?"
"Yep. Hopefully, the weather will be nicer. I'll try to be here early so Willow can get her nachos."
"Sweet. Thank you for the company as well. And for the kind words. We'll have to do it again sometime."
"I'd like that." She hands him his umbrella and opens the car door. "Get home safe, Harry."
"Bye, Amaya." His deep voice bids farewell, saying her name like it was meant to be said. Harry then knocks on Willow's window and waves goodbye. "Bye, Willow. Meet me at concessions when you get here."
She nods eagerly. Harry takes his keys out of his pocket and spins them around his pointer finger while walking backward toward his car, the rain dripping off his face and clothes.
Amaya gives him a peace sign before closing the door. She sees him accidentally stepping in a puddle through the window, thoroughly soaking his shoes. He glances back at her and laughs, then turns around to get into his convertible. She puts her Minivan—which is quite embarrassing in comparison to his car—into reverse and pulls out of the parking lot.
Maybe one day she'll ride in his car with him, watching the sunlight hit his face as she learns more about the man who's effortlessly stealing her heart.
——
The next day, Amaya arrives at the high school early so Willow can get her nachos and so she can steal some alone time with Harry.
It's a sunny afternoon, with weather that's not too humid and not too chilly. She's wearing a white romper with sandals, two daisy clips in her hair, and sunglasses. Now that Harry is paying attention to her, she may or may not have gotten dressed up.
Willow springs out of the car, hauling all her necessary stuff, and immediately heads over to the concessions building by the bleachers. She hasn't eaten anything since lunch to save her hunger for the nachos. The camp starts at three today, so she's definitely starving.
Amaya follows her, already seeing her jumping up and down near the open garage window jumping up and down. Then she sees Harry behind the counter with a tray of nachos already made. Damn, he looks good. He wears sunglasses, a red bandana holding his hair back, and a black athletic jacket. For some reason, he looks more like a soccer coach today than the previous days.
She catches Harry's eyes, and he smiles while jerking his chin in greeting. She boldly hops onto the counter and sits cross-legged as Willow settles at the table and braids her hair.
"Hello," he says, poking her daisy hair clips with his fingers. "I love those. Are you going somewhere fancy after this?"
"This is fancy to you? But no, I just wanted to get a little dolled up." She shrugs, trying not to blush. "It's Friday."
"Got any plans tonight?" he asks, fidgeting with his car keys on the counter.
"Nope. Just me in my apartment with my dog."
"Cool, cool. Nice. Uh, did you want a snack?"
Amaya senses a hint of nervousness in his actions and tone. "I'll take some Skittles, please."
Harry reaches into the fridge for the candy and then slides the package to her. She takes it and then lightly touches the bandana that secures his curls.
"I like your bandana."
"It'll be so fuckin' sweaty by the end of the day," he mutters quietly so Willow doesn't hear his foul language.
"Gross," she says with a grimace. "At least it's not raining."
"Yeah, that's true. Did you guys get home safe and sound yesterday?"
"It wasn't too bad of a drive. You?"
"I had to put the top up on my convertible for the first time in a while."
She opens her Skittles and pops one on her tongue. "Your car is so sick, by the way. Kind of sexy."
"Amaya!" he scolds playfully, looking around like what she said was controversial. "You can't be talking to me like that with your cute little outfit."
Her skin heats profusely as she shoves more Skittles in her mouth. Suddenly, and thankfully, a coach walks over and signals Harry to get back to the field since the kids are starting to arrive.
"All right, you two get outta here," Harry says. "See you in a bit."
"Willow, let's go," Amaya says, heading toward the field while throwing the empty nacho tray into the trash. She really scarfed those down.
When she glances behind her at the concessions stand, she sees Harry walk around the building with two items in his hands. Some fateful type of magnetism causes her to go back and meet him halfway.
Once the distance is closed, she sees an orange in one of his hands and a lemon in the other. She furrows her brows, wondering why he randomly has two fruits. Harry starts juggling them as he casually approaches her while whistling a tune. She smiles wide and slowly shakes her head, wanting to question his weird antics.
He stops in front of her, still juggling, until the lemon slips from his hand and drops to the ground. He picks it up and waves jazz hands. "You think I should quit coaching and join the circus?"
"Very impressive," Amaya says, admiring his large hand that effortlessly holds the two fruits. "May I ask why you have an orange and a lemon?"
He shrugs cutely. "A magician never reveals his secrets." She narrows her eyes at him with a twitch of a smirk pulling at her lips. He's acting strange. "Well, I've gotta dip and coach some kids," he adds breezily, tossing the orange up and down.
"All right, you go do that. Have fun with your... fruit."
When he brushes past her, he sneakily slips the lemon into the pocket of her romper. She turns around and stares at him in bewilderment, yet he just smiles innocently at her. The short interaction with him felt like a fever dream.
Amaya stuffs her hand in her pocket and takes the lemon out. Her breath hitches when she looks at it. There's something written on it with a black marker.
262-437-4584
Call me.
- H
She looks up and finds Harry distracted by talking to a coach as they write things on their clipboards.
She puts the lemon back in her pocket for safekeeping and stands on the sidelines, a giddy feeling swirling around with butterflies in her stomach.
——
When the kids are packing up again, Amaya spots Harry walking over, phone in hand, while typing something. Willow is getting picked up by her mom today since it was an evening session, so she decided earlier to stick around and hang out with Harry. She had already said goodbye to Willow before waiting for Harry on the field as he finished his coaching duties. He gave Willow his signature fist bump and a hug before she left.
Harry shuts his phone off when and then jogs the remaining way, placing a gentle arm around Amaya's shoulders. Leaning close, he murmurs, "I was so nervous you'd think that lemon thing was weird, so I apologize for not paying attention to you for the past two hours. I was scared I would look, and you'd be gone."
She laughs and heads toward the concession stand, thoroughly enjoying the weight of his arm on her. "I have to say, no one has ever given me their number on a lemon before. You get extra points for that."
"I don't know why I did that. I was waiting for you and Willow to get here, then finally got the balls to make a move. And I didn't have anything to write my number on, so I stole a lemon from the fridge. It's a scientific fact that it's a close substitute for paper." Amaya snorts a laugh and subtly leans into his side as they clumsily walk under the awning. "I made that up," he adds quickly, guiding her to a table.
"I figured," she replies as she sits next to him.
The sun is taking its time going down, causing golden hour to be in full swing. Harry takes his jacket off, leaving him in a grey T-shirt, and Amaya feels like she could look at him forever. His tanned skin is glowing from the orange hue of the sky, and his eyes are bright with flecks of gold that look like they were taken from the sun. His lips look more pink and inviting than usual.
Harry reaches into his back pocket and takes out a packet of skittles. "I, uh, put these in the cooler so they wouldn't melt," he mumbles, ripping open the package and shaking some out in her palms. "They're for you."
She eats a red one first — the best flavor — before saying, "Thank you, Harry. That's very thoughtful."
He clears his throat and bounces his knee. "So, I know we'll be seeing each other during camp for the rest of the month, but I would really like to see you outside a soccer field filled with kids. We could maybe go bowling or mini-golfing. Something fun, you know?" He shakily runs a hand down his face. "A date is what I'm trying to say. And you can totally reject me. I gave you my phone number on a lemon, so I'd understand."
Amaya places her hand over his so it stops fidgeting. "Harry, I'm not going to reject you. I'd love nothing more than to go out together. I really like you."
He goes still, looks up at her, then exhales sharply, shifting his legs to straddle the picnic table seat. "Yeah? You'd seriously like that? You can pick where we go. I don't care. I just want to hang out with you."
She nods and flips his hand to intertwine their fingers. Harry nudges his foot with hers under the table with a radiant smile. They end up scooting closer to one another, and Amaya peeks behind her to check if people are lingering, but everyone seems to have left.
"I haven't gone mini-golfing in ages, so we should do that," she says, staring at the horizon. "I should get home now, though. I have to feed my dog."
Harry stands and releases her hand. "Mini-golf it is, then. Let me walk you to your car."
He quickly locks the concession stand and then strides over to Amaya, slinging an arm around her waist. They make it to her car, and she leans against the trunk while reaching up to delicately drape her arms around his neck. However, she feels a weight in her pocket when she lifts them up. She forgot about the lemon.
Taking it out, she smirks at Harry. He shyly rests his forehead on her shoulder and mumbles something incoherent. She moves his head away and asks, "What did you say?"
He sighs dramatically and lifts his head, poking at the fruit's wrinkly skin that spent hours in the summer heat. "I said I thought it would be romantic, but now I feel stupid. Look, it's starting to shrivel."
"Harry, it's incredibly sweet. I'll remember this forever."
"You could dry it out and frame it," he says with a breathy giggle.
Amaya throws her head back, laughing, her cheeks aching from smiling all day. "Honestly, it's not a bad idea," she says, rubbing a hand across his firm chest. "But seriously, I can't wait to see you for our date—and to see you in something other than athletic wear."
"Oh, get ready. I'm going to mini-golf in a full suit—perm, eyeliner, the whole shebang."
"I wouldn't care. You'd annoyingly pull it off."
Harry becomes silent before inhaling deeply and stepping closer to her. She places her hands around his neck again. "Drive safe." His hands squeeze her waist. "We'll talk on Monday about our date, yeah?"
"Absolutely." She stares at his lips, and he instantly wets their plush skin. "Can I kiss you? Please?"
"Please," he whispers.
Amaya meets his warm lips, kissing his bottom one with pure infatuation. She feels the slight scruff on his cupid's bow, liking how it scratches against her flushed skin. Harry kisses her back as he presses her closer to his body. His tongue parts her lips and strokes hers with his, getting lost in the heat of the moment like two students trying not to get caught by the principal.
Harry eventually parts from her before kissing down her neck, starting with small pecks and then moving to slow, open-mouthed kisses, nipping softly every so often. Amaya leans her head back, tangling her fingers at the nape of his neck and playing with the knot of his bandana. He moves back to her lips and kisses her, making her quietly whine because she wants more, but she realizes they're in a public parking lot, and she needs to get home. They have all the time in the world to do this on their date.
Resting her cheek on his collarbone, she regretfully says, "I have to go. I'll see you Monday, okay?"
"That's too long," Harry says with a pout.
"It's only three days away."
"I know. Hey, can you wear these again on Monday?" he asks, fiddling with the daisy clips in her hair.
She takes one out and clips it in his hair. "Yes, anything for you." He lifts her off the ground, and she squeals. "I'm leaving now. Behave."
"Yes, ma'am," he says, setting her down and stepping back before another make-out session ensues.
Amaya opens her car door and slides in. Harry taps the top of her Minivan twice before kissing her cheek softly. "I'll miss you, Amaya," he murmurs against her skin.
She shivers at his raspy voice and kisses his dimple. "Bye. I'll miss you, too."
She shuts the door and starts the engine, rolling her window down and watching him walk backward to his convertible a couple spaces away. She notices he's a terrible parker.
"Nice park job, dude," she says while pointing out his car, which has its front right wheel over the white line.
Harry glances over his shoulder to survey his parking. He's still walking backward with his hands in his pockets, his brows furrowed. He trips over his own two feet and stumbles slightly before regaining balance. He looks up at her as she starts laughing at him, and he jokingly flips her off while turning around to get in his car.
He jumps over the door like a charming idiot.
Amaya can't wait to see him again.
Before he can leave, she spontaneously decides to return his romantic lemon gesture. She takes it out of her pocket and grabs a black marker she keeps in her center console, which is full of random junk. She writes her number on the other side, which is luckily not too shriveled, and then adds a heart next to it.
She honks the steering wheel's horn as Harry puts on his seatbelt, and he jolts and gives her the middle finger again. She claps her hands twice and opens her palms, motioning for him to mimic her. He does with a confused expression on his face. Blowing on the lemon so the marker dries, she holds it up. His brows dip even more, but she gets ready to throw it. His hands are in a baseball umpire position as she throws the lemon over to his car, and he reaches forward and catches it with one hand, looking at it with a perplexed frown.
He rolls it around in his hand and then finally sees her number. He slowly smirks and glances up at her.
She waves at him before reversing out of the parking space. She watches him from outside the window and sees him peck his lips on the lemon.
Slowing down her car, Amaya calls out, "Text me tonight! Drive home safe and stop parking like an asshole!"
Harry smiles infectiously while biting his lip, his teeth peeking out. "We can video call if you're comfortable!" he calls back. "I'll miss your face as soon as you leave!"
She rolls her eyes at his cheesiness. "By the way," she adds with her foot on the brake, "what did you whisper to Willow yesterday at the concession stand?"
Harry tilts his head and smiles as he remembers. "I said her aunt is a beautiful woman." He rolls the lemon around in his palm. "And that I really like her."
Blood rushes to Amaya's face as she stares at him in awe. She waves goodbye one last time before driving away, and as she adjusts her romper, she feels something in her pocket. She reaches in and pulls out a bag of orange slices that Harry must have slipped while they were kissing.
On the bag is written:
For Amaya, the one I desire.
(Pretend that rhymes)
- H
She squeals happily like a middle school girl who just found out her crush likes her back, then takes an orange slice out and bites into it.
She lets Harry's sugary sweetness take over her senses the entire way home.
——
#harry styles fanfic#harry styles imagine#harry styles fluff#harry styles au#harry styles x oc#harry styles#adore-laur#orange slices and pocket lemons
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