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10 minute early morning Ingo doodle while I try to convince myself to go into work
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one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2
(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys
the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise
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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.
62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.
63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.
64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider
65. mmm crumchy
66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video
67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast
68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!
69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.
70. reverse death note
71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway
72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten
73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus
74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee
75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"
76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences
77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom
78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him
79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors
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80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner
81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar
82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you
83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display
84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(
85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?
86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.
87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.
88. guys i think this guy likes to dig
89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!
90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)
91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars
92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay
93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz
94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor
95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.
96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?
97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole
98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶
99. another one bites the dust
100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)
101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory
102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG
103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.
104. pennywise stole my brother's skin
105. it's world war z baby
106. Something Big Is In Space.
107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there
108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.
109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires
110. yeah man those spiders be eating
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Hii i love your story’s I wanted to know if you can do a jealous Pablo/reader please thank you sm I love you
She’s my girl, tío!
You came to one of his trainings which Pablo usually ADORED but right now he was in a particularly bad mood seeing Joao staring you down.
“Que haces tío!?” He said after Pablo kicked the ball and it hit his head which angered the boy. You just giggled knowing exactly why your boyfriend did this. You know him that well ;)
“You’re not paying attention! Not my fault!” Pablo raises his arms as Xavi walked up and told them both to quit it.
“Do you see what happens when you distract my boys??” Xavi joked seeing you as his daughter and obviously knowing how crazy you are in love with Pablo, and only Pablo.
“Lo siento mister! Can I take my boy home early today??” You asked with puppy dog eyes and the man shook his head saying you can take him home right now.
“Before he kills my new striker!” He added as you jumped up running down towards the pitch to tell Pablo good news.
“Xavi said that we can go home cariño..” you said when Pablo ran to see why you were not sitting on the stands anymore.
“Cierto mister??” He asked having extra trainings every morning for the past week and the man nodded knowing he deserved a break before a big game.
“But no hamburguesa chaval!” Xavi said and Pablo blushed while you giggled promising be won’t eat anything off his diet day before the game.
“She’s the boss..” Pablo tapped Xavis shoulder and the man ruffled his sweaty hair.
“They always are chico” Xavi said and you thought it was adorable the relationship they had always looking like a father and a son.
“Vamos princesa!” He snaked his arm around your waist about to walk away but then Joao called you name and you turned around feeling Pablo’s hold tighten.
“Let me give you that signed shirt before you leave!” He said and you nodded while he ran back to the changing room. Your friend is his HUGE fan and begged you to ask for her so you did. Pablo didn’t know that and wondered why HIS girl wanted some other boys jersey!!? Oh now he was really in a bad mood!
“Here you go” he said giving you the T-shirt and Pablo watched your hands slightly touching as you grabbed it thanking him and leaving with Pablo shortly after.
He was in no mood for the rest of the day and you can clearly tell it was something to do with Joao so you started the topic firsts.
“Let’s just talk about it amor..porf?” You say sitting next to him feeling awful that he was not holding you like he always would during movie nights. Boy is a giant cuddler!!
“Nothing to talk about. You have every single version of my jersey but you want his! You wanna wear it for the next game!!?” He was already fuming mad but wasn’t yelling because he knew you didn’t like that. He always respected your boundaries even during arguments like this.
“Wear it!? It’s not even for me Pablo! Tu eres tan tonto cariño!” You chucked seeing his very much confused face.
“Pero..why did you ask for it then??” He asked and you moved closer straddling his lap and kissing his lips.
“For Maria! You know she’s crazy about Portuguese boys” you roll your eyes moving closer grinding slightly on Pablo’s lap and whispering into his ear “I don’t get what she sees tho..it’s the Spaniards that drive a girl loca” you kissed the side of his neck and he moaned smirked to himself.
“Spaniards!?” He said referring to the plural tense you used in your sentence.
“Hm..actually one Sevillano in particular is driving me absolutely loca!” You said and he smirked kissing you passionately and he kissed you back grabbing your bum roughly. Let's just say you had a fun night together ;))
The next day, you got ready wearing his jersey and some shorts knowing it would make your boy's mouth water like always. You liked he effect you had on his very much. Little did you know, it would catch someone else attention as well.
"And Y/n is so nice. Such a sweet girl!" Joao was talking to Lewa who took it upon himself to teach Pablo some proper English lately so he knew the boy could understand everything.
"I would watch my mouth, or Gavi might kill you kid!" man said walking towards Gavi tapping his shoulder and winking. He leaned in whispering "she's yours, so there is no worries" before leaving to the pitch to warm up.
"Felix!" Gavi called asking him to stay behind while everyone else left and Xavi asked them to make it quick.
"I'm gonna say this only once..she's my girl, tío!" he said touching Joao's shoulder and the boy nodded his head knowing that he needs to watch out his comments since he just now realized how serious Pablo was about you actually.
It wasn't unusual for footballers to be in non serious relationship, but yours was definitely not one of those and the boy needed to back up (or Gavi just might kill him).
"You're a lucky man" Joao said and Pablo nodded his head letting go and grabbing his water bottle.
"I know" he smirked before running out towards the pitch looking up at your happy face from the stands. He waved and you sent him a kiss turning around to show him his name on your back..yeah, you were all his and everyone knew it now ;)) <33 !!
In the end of first half, Pablo scored being assisted by Joao and they both rushed to celebrate together. It made you happy that they were still friends and colleagues at peace that it wouldn't affect their play.
Pablo kissed his jersey touching his heart and pointing to you as his new celebration and you blushed cheering and sending him a kiss as camera caught it.
"Amor!!" Joao pointed at the two of you yelling in the camera and Pablo smiled hugging him as they returned tot heir positions for the rest of the game.
I hope you like it <333
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Dubble life (ACTSV x reader x Batfam) 2
Part 1, Part 3
Summary: Reader struggles to get used to their new life in Gotham. Worrying constantly about her family in New York. A rise of tension rises between readers father figure Aaron and her real father Bruce.
After the dinner, you got yourself ready for bed. The old boombox player you had was playing soft music in the background.
You turned the lights off, slipped into bed and stared at absolutely nothing. Even with the soft music playing, you were just itching to break into your suit and jump from building to building. You were missing your life as Spider-Woman. You missed your aunt and uncles. You missed your cousin. He was literally your twin.
You practically bawled your eyes out while saying goodbye to him. Suddenly, your train of thought was broken when you heard a ringing sound. You sat you and grabbed your phone, for some reason, hoping that it was your mother calling, telling you she was going to be home late tonight.
It wasn't your mother, of course, it was Miles, your cousin. You happily accepted the call. "Miles! oh my God, I missed you!" You could hear the boy chuckle on the other side of the phone.
"We saw each other this morning."
You pout and groan "I know! but it feels like it's been days." You knew you were acting like a toddler, but don't you deserve to act like this? After the nights filled with crime, days filled with unwanted drama.
You and Miles stayed on the phone. Not much talking involved. Talking was too much to do, knowing that they couldn't say the usual 'See you tomorrow' or Miles reminding you to be safe on your little outings. You did end up crying at one point, which caused Miles to tear up, but you don't know that, and he would like to keep it that way.
The next few weeks went by in a blink of an eye, dinner most of the times ended up just being you and Alfred, which you understand, knowing Bruce is busy, and Damian doesn't really like you. Tim would join you for lunch at times. You soon found out Tim was a geek. Which made you talk and ramble off about your plans for the future. Besides from that, you were mostly alone in the house.
Now it was your first day of school, your uncle Aaron offered to drive you for your first day. You asked Bruce for permission first of course.
Bruce at first wanted to say no, but when he pondered about it. It would be good for you to be with someone you knew better to be with you on your first day.
But Bruce looked into Aron. The man was trouble, used to be involved in lots of bad people back in the day. Just to be safe, Bruce decided to tag along. This would also help Bruce get closer to you, get to know the real you.
Putting aside the formalities and the instant obedience you give him.
The doorbell rang, Alfred opened the door and see Aaron standing with a blank expression, one matching Alfreds. "Ah, Mister Davies. Lady Y/n is curently getting ready. Please follow me."
Without any words, Aaron follows Alfred to a room. Thats where he meets Bruce.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Davies." Bruce puts a smile on his face and extended his hand to greet. Aaron smiled a little and shook his hand
"Same here. And Aaron is fine."
The two men sat down and began to talk. It was normal, but only for a small amount of time. The tension in the room began to rise when Aaron's past was brought up.
". . . I admit. I went down the wrong path when I was younger. But I grew out of that mess. But if this is about Y/n, then I guaranty you she is nothing like me. She's a good girl."
"I know she is. I'm not suggesting anything Ill towards my daughter."
Aaron chuckled "Daughter? Don't take this personally. But she ain't your daughter. Not till she says so."
Before any real argument could be made, you came busting in the room. "Uncle Aaron!"
"Baby girl!" Aron at up and opened his arms for a hug.
You ran into the man's arms. Giggling as Aaron gave your head a kiss.
"Look at you. In your little uniform."
You smiled more and twirled around for Aaron to see the whole fit better. "You like it?"
"I love it."
The car ride was a little awkward, but at least it wasn't fully awkward.
Aaron gave you some money and a few good luck kisses and I love You's from Rio. You gave Bruce a hug goodbye.
It's been almost a month since Spider-woman was last seen. Tim did take an interest in this Spider-woman and was going to offer her to join the Young Justice League. You were just one person looking after New York all on your own, with no help. It was very impressive.
But now Spider-Woman was just nowhere to be seen. She has just gone MIA. Now the Prowler was taking care of the city. The media has gone crazy after the disappearance of Spider-woman.
'WHERE IS SPIDER-WOMAN?'
'SPIDER-WOMAN ON THE RUN?'
What did catch Tim's attention was the last time Spider-Woman was seen was the day Y/n's mother died. A lot of people were hurt that day Only one dead, which was your mother. Tim has come to a small theory that the death of your mother is connected to the disappearance of Spider-woman.
It's been a full week since you started school, the first day, teachers were really nice to you. They already knew about your mother, which had them pity you. And Bruce being your father made them extra nice. You already didn't like the kids. Seeing them as fake. Because they were. Those smiling faces, those empty words.
You knew them all too well. You do the same, fake knows fake, guess that's what you could call it. Damian was of course no help. Ignoring you as much as he could. Which you didn't actually care.
Why would you care for someone who clearly don't care for you? No need to waste any energy on him. You did take interest in a few clubs. You did need to pick one that you didn't have to attend all the time. One that didn't need too much of your attention. So, you picked the art club.
You saw how much kids were in there, with those number of kids, no one expects you to get to know them all, nor make friends with them all. There are also very talented kids in the club, and the art they do isn't your style, so you're not the best. Which was in a way, good to keep cover.
Right now, you were at the manor. Your uncle dropped off the extra books you left at his place. half of your room looked a section in a library. You knew there was a library in the manor. But they weren't your books. Even if Bruce insists that most of the things in the manor was also yours, that's not how you saw it.
The things you brought from New York was yours, the cloths, books, pictures. You just felt like a guest. Nothing else.
You were curently in your room, listening to a playlist Miles made for you. You were just finishing up your homework when you heard a knock on your door.
"Y/n? It's me, Bruce." The voice on the other side of the door spoke. "Come in!" You say, just loud enough for him to hear.
Bruce enters the room, when he sees you, a small smile graces his lips. You gave him an awkward smile as you wait for what he needed to tell you.
"My schedule is cleared out today. I was wondering if you wanted to go out shopping with me." Bruce was taking a look around your room. Looking at the items you kept on shelves, pictures. Trying to know what you would like, so he could buy something for you that was more of your style.
"And me!" Suddenly Dick popped out of the door with a bright smile on his face. "Nice room." Drick mumbled as he went near your bookshelf. Seeing what books, you were into.
"Ah. . . I would love to, sir- Bruce. But I don't got much on me." You had your own card, you had about 300 or 500 in. But you don't use it unless you're out and really need something to eat. On top of that, you kind of have a spending problem you need to control.
"No need to worry about that." Bruce pulled out his card "It's all on me."
You had no choice but to go with them. You sat in the back seat. Dick in the passenger seat while Bruce was driving. "How's school? make any friends?" Dick spoke up, turning down the volume of the radio. "Oh, it's alright. Me a few kids, they were pretty nice."
The car pulled up to a store. You walked in with the two men and started looking around. You saw plushies that looked really cute. "Can I get these?" You pointed at the plushies and looked up to Bruce for permision.
"Of course." Dick grabbed the plushies and you all started to get more things. Clothes, shoes. You were pretty satisfied with what you had. Bruce purchased what you had picked out, along with a few dresses Dick picked out for you.
Bruce was able to talk to you more. He knows that you like a lot of music genres, you seem to have a deep bond with your cousin Miles and your uncle Aaron. You speak highly of Miles, like he was a sun in the sky to praise.
Bruce was still hooked up on what Aaron had said. Bruce knows that he can't fix the sixteen years he missed in your life, but he wants to try and be there for you now. Try to break down that fake smile of yours.
What? You think he didn't notice.?
Bruce knows what pain looks like. And he can see it all over you. In your actions, your words. In your voice. Whatever makes you cry, whatever fears you have. Bruce will make them all go away. And he is determined to earn the title as your father. For you to finally call him by that title.
Because he's your father. And that's what fathers do.
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First Impressions
Patroclus Nikos: *sips his tea* I must say, young man, you seem very nice and trustworthy! I’m happy to see that our little warrior princess is in a relationship!
Pyrrha: Daaaaaad…! Stoooooop…!
Jaune: *awkwardly sips his tea* Thanks, mister Nikos! Pyrrha’s a very special girl!
Achilles Nikos: *squeezes Jaune’s biceps* Ha! And quite a strong lad too! Just what I wanted to see in my daughter’s first boyfriend! She’s always been a little firecracker, and it takes some grit to keep up with her!
Pyrrha: *blushing* Father, please!!!
Jaune: Well, Pyrrha’s really the reason I started training so much! She has a really tough workout regimen! 😅
Patroclus: *leans against his husband* I’m so happy our little girl has found someone to care for her, but I’m even happier that meeting Pyrrha’s boyfriend wasn’t an embarrassing disaster like when I met Achilles’ family!
Achilles: Let’s not tell that story! Our daughter and her boyfriend don’t need to hear about something that embarrassing…! 😫
Jaune: *glances at Pyrrha* 😒
Pyrrha: *uncomfortably poking her fingers together and avoiding eye contact* 😥
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A few weeks ago…
Pyrrha: Back away from MY MAN, you hussies!!! I sculpted this butt from noodly clay, and I’m not about to give up my good boy to a gaggle of blonde bimbos, no matter how beautiful you are! You didn’t want him before, you don’t get to thirst over him now! *brandishing her spear with one hand and groping Jaune’s ass with the other to stake her claim*
Jaune: …uh…Pyrrha, meet my sisters! *gestures to the seven blonde women being threatened by his partner*
Arc Sisters: 😒
Pyrrha: Your…sisters…? 😨
Jaune: …also, my mom…
Mama Arc: 🤨
Pyrrha: 😱
Jaune: …and…you’re still grabbing my butt…! 😣
Pyrrha: 🫣
Papa Arc: …I like this girl! 🤣
(This happened immediately afterwards!)
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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
Your second day isn’t as intimidating. You find your desk by yourself and even remembered your honey bear mug! You tuck your bag underneath as your computer boots and check your phone for any updates from your blog. Nothing special, just a hobby.
You yawn and sign in, taking two tries to remember your credentials correctly. You check the shared calendar and see that you have a meeting after lunch with IT. Daniella mentioned you had to get your security passes before the end of the week, that’s probably what that’s for.
You swivel back and forth as you open up your training list. You’re making good progress. You think. You don’t really know. It seems like a lot and despite feeling as if you’ve run a marathon, there are only a few ticks marked off.
Before you dive in, you need a pick-me-up. You really liked that butterscotch coffee but you might try something new. You enter the kitchen and wait behind a woman you don’t know as she brews her coffee. When she’s done, she returns your ‘good morning’ but doesn’t stop to chat. Must be a busy day.
You place your cup on the tray and pick out a French Vanilla pod. You don’t really know what the difference between regular vanilla and French vanilla is. Maybe the French stuff is fancy. Ooh la la.
You hum as the coffee grinds. It sounds angry. Well, it is probably the most overworked fellow in this place. Every day, seeing the heart caffeine hounds, having them poke his face, and glare until he does his jobs.
It’s a machine. Your mother always said you put a bit too much empathy into objects without sentience. Well, your English teacher shouldn’t have made you read that book about Electric Sheep or whatever.
Your cup is full and you grab it, focused on putting the lid on it to keep it nice and warm. As you turn, you fail to stop in time. Your hand knocks against the man’s chest and you gasp as coffee splashes onto his dark shirt. Not much as you manage to block most of it but enough to make him grunt and step back.
It’s him! Oh no. You’ve upset him again.
“I’m sorry, mister,” you say as you hold out your dripping cup, “I didn’t hear you. You sure are quiet.”
He grumbles and stomps to the sink, slamming his mug down as he snatches paper towels from the dispenser. You bite your lip nervously and near. You keep your cup from dripping onto your light blue cardigan with the little white clouds.
“Can I have some–”
He wipes his hands and shirt with a growl. He swipes up his cup without and answer and moves around you to the coffee machine. His cup hits the tray hard and he jabs the screen as it beeps at him in demand of a pod. He takes one and peels open the package before shoving it inside.
“I’m really sorry,” you say as you dry off your cup and fix the lid firmly, “you snuck up on me… like a wolf.”
He shakes his head and looks at the ceiling. He’s tall, his posture is straight and unbending, making you more conscious of your slouching. He wears all black that day, it makes him look lean, and the silver rings shine around his fingers. You only then notice the stud in his ear.
“Oh! I like your earring–”
“Why are you talking to me?” He snarls without looking at you.
You recoil and sputter. You’re not being rude. You’re just trying to be nice. He reminds you of that guy in university who used to call you airhead.
“Because… I wanna?” You say with a shrug, “I still didn’t get your name.”
“Look, I’m not interested in making friends. I come in,” he takes his cup from the tray, “do my work,” he points at you past the porcelain, “and I mind my goddamn business.”
He turns and strides out, another beastly sneer rolling out of him. You furrow your brow and pout at the door. Tammy enters with her own mug, a bright pink thing with a picture of Dolly Parton on it. Ah, you get it, 9-5.
“Ugh, that man is always in a mood,” she says.
“Yeah…” you agree thinly.
“Try not to get in his way. Five years and he’s never said a word to me. It’s too bad, he’s not bad on the eyes.”
You don’t acknowledge her last sentence. It’s not very appropriate for the workplace and she’s married. Quite happily as she only ever talks about her husband. You tell her to enjoy her coffee and go back to your desk.
Maybe you should just steer clear. Eat at your desk or somewhere else.
#curtis everett#dark curtis everett#dark!curtis everett#curtis everett x reader#drabble#series#au#sunshine lollipops and rainbows#snowpiercer
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“Tea in the Cotswolds” Michael Gray x Reader
Michael Gray x Reader
When Thomas has business with Archibald Wentworth, a prestigious delegate in the Cotswolds, Michael is tasked with occupying the man’s adult daughter - getting more acquainted than expected.
The Blinders had expanded their business - all the way to the Cotswolds, Tommy had taken John and Michael for the ride; leaving Arthur back in Birmingham as he didn’t find this the right environment for any sort of negative articulation to be breaking out; especially at Wentworth Family Manor.
The houses became progressively larger as the carriage rolled down the cobbled street, some with drives too large to be able to see the house it belonged to at all. But eventually, the vehicle came to a stop at the looming house; substantially larger than all others. In his head, the only similar build Michael had seen to this was Buckingham Palace - large and awe-inspiring enough to be the encasings to a proud museum, contents sacred and protected.
But potentially Michael’s imagination wasn’t too far from reality.
“Right,” Tommy began, eyes flicking between the two men whom had accompanied him. “Today is a very important meeting. And i need to leave a good impression on the Wentworth’s. So we leave our egos and our guns in the car.” John’s brows creased in confusion. “Leave our guns?” “They’re not dangerous. This is legal business; real estate - dabbling a bit in the illegal side of things but not enough go start a fight. Mr Wentworth is an extremely prestigious man, as is his wife and daughter.” He told them calmly. “I’ll talk with Mr Wentworth, John you’ll talk with his missus and explain what we do: nicely. Michael - I’ll leave you to get acquainted with his daughter, yn.” “You’re leaving me with the child?” He asked, confused. “Yn is twenty.”
They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.
“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”
“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.
“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.
“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.
“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.
“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.
“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.
“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.
“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.
“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.
“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.
“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”
After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.
The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.
“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”
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Phone Calls (to be renamed)
Trying something new with a dialogue-only fic so let me know what you think :)
Summary: you passed out and your daughter finds you, so of course she calls her daddy to let him know. But first she calls 911, cause you trained her to always call them first
It's all from Laylas pov btw
I wrote this instead of slepeing so forgive any errors
"911 what's your emergency?"
"My M-mommy won't wa-wake up!"
"Oh dear. Take a deep breath for me,okay darlin? Can you tell me your address?"
"M-mommy made my memoize it. [redacted]."
"Okay, thank you so much baby, what can you tell me about your mommy? Did she fall, was she taking anything, maybe something that looks like candy or sugar?"
"I no know! She was sleeping when I came home!"
"Okay baby, that's okay. Take a deep breath. Does your mommy have an owiesz or anything wrong with her?"
"She threw up. She threw up and she's bleeding!"
"Okay, good girl, the paramedics are on the way, you just sit tight and they'll be there soon."
"And my daddy? Is he coming too?"
"Oh I'm afraid I don't know your daddy sweetie, but when the paramedics get there they'll be able to help you find him, okay?"
"No I going to call him!"
"Oh no baby please don-"
"Please pick up daddy, please please please."
"Love now is no' a-"
"DADDY!"
"Layla?"
"Daddy, mommy's hurt!"
"She's what?"
"She's hurt! She was on th' ground when the bus dropped me off and Tommy was sitting next to her and daddy please come home!"
"Okay baby, I'm on my way. Take some deep breaths for me okay? I need you to find mommy's other phone and call 911 okay? Can you do that for me sweetheart?"
"I alrea'y did. The lady said she was coming."
"Oh good job sweetheart, 'm very proud. Do you-"
"Daddy they're here! The man wants to talk to you."
"Give him the phone sweetheart."
"Okay! This is my daddy, he wants to talk to you mister firefighterman."
"Okay thank you little one, why don't you go wait with your brother? He's over by my friend in the living room."
"Sissy."
"Oh don't cry Tommy daddy's coming home!"
"Da-da?"
"Yeah. Daddy's coming home and then eve'ythings gonna...gonna be okay."
"You're a very brave little girl, you know that? Whats your name?"
"My names Lay-la."
"Nice to meet you Layla, my names Jonathan, you'll be hanging out with me till your daddy gets here, is that-oh dear you look like you need a hug. Hey, hey its okay, your okay, you've been so, so brave, you did everything you were supposed to. Shhh, it's okay, you're okay."
"Is my-my m-mommy go-gonna be-gonna be okay?"
"I'm sure your mommy will be fine, and she'll give you lots of hugs and tell you how good you did. Now why don't we get in my truck and I'll take you and, uh, Tommy, to the hospital where we'll wait for your dad, yeah?"
Part 2?
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Smoke with a kid reader who's a new recruit in the Shirai Ryu? Maybe they were in a tough situation, like a bad home life (totally not projecting) and they connect with Tomas because he's the first person to be nice to them, and view him as an older brother or dad figure of sorts.
Whichever format is easier for you, Headcanons or otherwise :3
Tomas Vbrada/Smoke x Reader
OMG !!!!! I love this idea so damn much !!! Tomas would be the best brother figure possible to you. Warning: Mentions of dysfunctional home situations Word count:1K
Life has not been the greatest to you in any way shape or form since the moment you breathed life for the first time. Your parents were at each other's throats all the damn time. Sometimes even take their anger out on you. Leaving many bruises and scars, It grew worse as you got older, They both started drinking heavily and the beatings were worse, When you turned 11. You've had enough, you couldn't take it anymore, so late in the night, you packed your bag of whatever you could take in it and snuck out. You were free now, but you needed to survive.
Traveling around you then stumbled upon what seems to be a dojo ?? But you smelt food, you could sneak in. take some and then leave, easy peasy. So as quietly as possible you entered the room where you smelt the food, so many delicious treats. You started to take a few of what you could carry, but you weren't thinking when you accidentally knocked over a fork, a loud clanging noise made as it hit the wooden floor. Dropping the food, you tried to bolt for the door, But then a man with grey hair and a mask shut the door quickly and held a dagger to your face.
"Who are you and what are you doing in our base !!" He demanded you to answer.
You tried to speak but with the dagger in your face. you could only stutter. But that was when the man looked you in the eyes, His expression then softening as he saw the fear in your eyes. He could see how scared you are... Like he was when he was a young boy back in the Czech republic. Putting the dagger away from your face, he gently kneeled to your height.
"I'm sorry for frightening you young one. Can you tell me your name ??" He spoke ever so softly.
"...y/n"
"Y/n... That's a nice name, Can you please tell me why are you are here ??"
"My life... has been disgraced by the elder gods, Leaving me with parents that don't love me... They..." You had to take a deep breath as your fear and anger rose. "Beat me"
The man's eyes widened as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder.
"How would you like to stay here for the night ?? I shall talk to my brother about this in the morning."
You were taken aback by his kind gesture, you'd never seen anyone be this kind and soft with you. You hesitantly nodded as he then picked up the food and handed them to you.
"Were you hungry ??" He asked
You looked at him before looking at the food and then began to eat slowly, savouring the flavour, the warmth of it.
"Thank you, mister..." You said to him.
"Tomas, But you can also call me smoke" He smiled under his mask.
He then gently showed you a room and gently tucked you into bed. warm and safe.
"I'll talk to my brother ok ??" He reassured as you nodded to him.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling. thinking about how kind smoke is to you. He was the first person to show you care and concern for your well-being when your parents didn't. It felt strange.
The next morning, Smoke knocked gently on your door as you woke up and opened it, rubbing your tired eyes.
"Good morning y/n, I'd take it you slept well ??"
You nodded as you yawned. "I did, thank you smoke"
"I've also talked to my brother about your situation, we would be happy to let you join our clan" He smiled again under his mask.
"Clan ??"
"The Shirai Ryu it is called, We have been looking for new members to join our clan and we would be happy to provide a home and help train you to become the very best you can be." He gently offered.
Once again being taken aback by this generous offer, You were cautious about it, This feels too good to be true.
"Is something the matter y/n ??" He tilted his head slightly in confusion.
"I... I don't know if I can take that offer smoke"
"Why not ??"
You remained quiet for a little bit until speaking up again.
"No one has shown me this much kindness in my life, Any time I think I see someone showing me it. It doesn't end up being like that." You admitted.
Smoke's expression grew sad, You were so scared and overwhelmed by everything.
"I understand y/n, I too have grown up in a situation like yours."
You looked up at him in confusion.
"When Kuai Liang took me in, in our old clan the lin kuei I was like you, I was scared and overwhelmed by how much kindness he has shown me. But I promise you. On the elder gods, you will be safe here in the Shirai Ryu" He softly smiled.
6 months later, you were officially a member of the Shirai Ryu, you trained yourself to the point where you couldn't move anymore. But smoke helped you almost every step of the way. Your martial arts, mastering your weapons, the training dummies. Everything. You've grown to see him as a brother than a mentor to you, He has shown you so much love and care than your parents did, You decided one day to show him how much you appreciate him. Drawing a nice picture of you and him training. You worked for almost half an hour until you were proud with what you did.
"Smoke I have something to show you" You cheekily smiled.
"Oh ?? What is it ??' Smoke asked.
You smiled and showed him the drawing, His smile growing as he then got up and hugged you tightly.
"Thank you so much y/n, I really love this" He smiled as he ruffled your hair.
Smoke was the best brother you could ever ask for and you wouldn't change it for the world.
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omg, can I request number 13 with sebek please?????
I did it anon! I wrote this! The ending could be better but I think this turned out good. This prompt really fit Sebek too lol
Prompt: 13. We make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine
Note: Modern au and aged up characters
Word Count: 1691
Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Sebek is an asshole at first), and an attempt at writing subways (I based it off NYC)
500 Follower Event
Yuu was having a not-so-good, horrible, very bad day.
It had all started when she had slept past her alarm and woke up to Grim, the recent cat she adopted, making her sofa a scratching post. Then, after running out of her house with a white blouse, a skirt, heels, and a cup of coffee in her hand, she magically ran into someone, spilling coffee on her clothes.
The person apologized, but Yuu wanted to scream. She only had 5 minutes left until her shift at the office started, and she did not want her boss or coworkers to get on her about it.
(There was a redhead in the IT department who was strict and infamous for lecturing a coworker who was late by two seconds).
It was a stroke of luck that Yuu made it on time. Everyone was too busy to notice her arrival except for Vil, who gasped at Yuu's current state. Luckily for her, he had a blouse and a skirt that he lent her (but not before giving her a lecture about her appearance).
The rest of her shift was boring after that. Yuu quietly sat in her cubicle while the chaos happened around her. It was a typical day, to say the least, until her boss, Dire Crowley, showed up with a mountain of paperwork and wanted it done by the end of the day because he was oh-so kind. It reminded her of the infamous trio in Accounting and Finance, who she was 100% certain were in the mafia. And so, Yuu left her job with a massive headache, a plastic bag with the company label of her soiled clothes, and a list of how to get revenge on her boss. The poor girl was working like Cinderella, and she only wanted to sleep while cuddling Grim.
Yuu made her way toward the train station and mindlessly went to her stop. Yuu could not hold back her yawn as the subway appeared. She tiredly followed behind the crowd into the train, letting her feet guide her inside. It was partially full, and luckily, only a few people entered with her. Her eyes landed on the spot near the door, perfect for her to sit and decompress.
Yuu only took two steps towards the seat when suddenly, a man with slicked back light green hair, yellow-green eyes, and the strangest green and black outfit she had seen sat down in HER seat. Now slightly awake but more annoyed, Yuu marched toward him.
"Excuse me, sir. That is my seat."
The man looked her up and down at her appearance, and his lips curled up in disgust like she offended him. "It is clear that I saw this seat and sat down first. Therefore, it is my seat."
Yuu huffed and wanted to say some not-so-nice words to him, but some children were around her. She chose to look down at his stupid-colored eyes with determination. "Look, mister. Don't you know the saying 'ladies first?'"
The man scoffed, "Of course I do. Do you think I was raised like a barbarian?" He said and eyed the plastic bag in her hands. "Unlike some people. Besides, I must be in top shape after spending all day protecting my Master."
Yuu stared at him like he was a crazy person. "You- jjsndgondvisjdf" She could not form words and chose to say sounds instead. One parent covered her child's ears.
"Do you not know who I am?"
Yuu stopped her rambling and looked at him. "I don't know and I don't care. If you don't move, then I have no choice."
The man's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you? HEY!" He yelled, causing some people nearby to silence him. Meanwhile, the girl on his lap made herself comfortable. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting," She said like it was obvious. She turned her head to look into his eyes; a frown etched on her face. "Look, I had a tiring day today too, but I need to sit down after a long day at work."
The man blushed at the close proximity and looked away. His face was slightly red, and a pang of guilt filled his chest. "I'm sorry for being rude to you. I was unaware."
Yuu waved him off, "It's alright. You didn't know." She suddenly yawned and rested her head against his chest. She could feel how fast his heartbeat was going but was too exhausted to ask why. She felt like she was covered in a blanket. "You can just chill until it’s your stop. I'll get up when it is my stop."
The man looked at her curiously, "Where is your stop?"
Yuu yawned again. Her eyes felt heavy. "Ramshackle Street," she replied, her eyes getting starting to close. "You are so warm and comfortable," she said absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Hey! What are you?" Sebek stopped talking and stared at Yuu's sleeping face. He moved his arm to shake her awake but stopped. He could see how exhausted she was by looking at the eye bags under her eyes and how she managed to sleep so quickly. It reminded him of Silver, but slower by two seconds.
Speaking of, Sebek's suddenly rang, and his friend's name was on the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Ah! Sebek! There you are! We were looking for you. Where are you right now?" His other Master and Silver's adoptive father, Lilia's voice, replied. "My phone died, so I must use Silver's khee hee."
"Father, that's because you misplaced your charger." Silver's voice called out.
Lilia laughed. “Silly me!”
Sebek rolled his eyes, “Is the Young Master safe?”
Lilia huffed. “Malleus is next to me, eating some ice cream. You know how he is, but we have a more important matter to discuss. Where are you now? The city must be so big for you to accidentally wander off."
Sebek sighed. He should have been more diligent and kept sight of Malleus (the tallest person he knew) or Lilia, but he didn’t. And now he was stuck on a train with a random girl sleeping on his lap.
It was like the girl knew he was thinking about her because she mumbled something about 'that damn Crowley' and was loud enough to be heard by Lilia.
"What was that?"
Sebek scrambled to say something, "I apologize, Master Lilia! I am taking a train that will stop in the Diasomnia area, but I might be delayed. You see, there is this girl-"
"A GIRL?!?" Lilia exclaimed, "Why didn't you say that earlier? Is she your girlfriend? Did you meet online and finally get to meet in person? Am I finally getting grandchildren???"
Sebek could tell that Silver was rolling his eyes at the last part. "No, Master Lilia. She was exhausted from her work and ran into me on the subway. She is taking a nap right now."
"Oh, crumbs," Lilia sighed dramatically. "I thought I would finally experience what it is like being a grandpa. You know I am not getting any younger."
"We know." Silver and Sebek said at the same time.
"Well, make sure that the girl gets home safely, Sebek. Do you know where her stop is?"
"Ramshackle Street."
"Perfect!" Lilia exclaimed. "It is actually nearby Diasomnia, so we can meet you there. Malleus has always wanted to explore it anyways. It is known for its historic mansions, you know. Make sure to send your location or call Silver so we can find you."
Sebek nodded and adjusted Yuu by securely wrapping an arm around her so she did not fall off his lap. "Understood. It should be one of the upcoming stops, so I should be there soon."
"Good. See you soon, Sebek!" Lilia said and hung up. Sebek pocketed his phone and looked down at the sleeping Yuu. She looked peaceful, and she was breathing quietly. However, she did look cold, and her thin long sleeve did not look like it was enough. Sebek took off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and tie (it surprised him just how he did it, given the complex design), and wrapped it around Yuu's body. He wrapped his arms protectively around her again and sighed.
"Next stop is Ramshackle Station. Stand clear of the closed doors, please," the intercom's voice called out.
Sebek gently shook Yuu's shoulder. "Hey, you need to wake up. Your stop is coming up."
Yuu slowly opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. "Huh?" Her eyes landed on Sebek's face. "Oh, right. I took a nap on you. Let me get out of your way." She moved to stand up but was stopped by Sebek holding onto her hand.
"You have a few minutes until the train stops. You can stay until then..." His voice trailed off.
Yuu chuckled, her laugh sounding like music to Sebek. "Where are my manners? I'm Yuu." she smiled, causing Sebek's heart to skip a beat.
"I'm Sebek Zigvolt." Yuu's smile grew even wider as she clung to Sebek's coat. Realizing the unfamiliar fabric, she looked down in shock.
"Is this yours? Here, let me return it-" She began to take it off only to stop when Sebek shook his head.
"Keep it. Besides, you can wear it even longer if you allow me to walk you home."
Sebek expected her to say yes, not jump on him, and wrap her arms around his neck. "Yes! Thank you, Sebek!" She grinned. Maybe her day was finally getting better after all.
Bonus: Sometime during the walk back to Yuu's house.
"You know, this fabric seems pretty fancy. Are you a bodyguard or something?" Yuu asked while rubbing Sebek’s coat between her fingers.
Sebek nodded and smiled proudly. "Yes, I am. In fact, you might meet my masters when I drop you off."
Yuu's eyes widen. "Really? They must be important people for you to call them that."
"Of course! It is none other than the great Malleus Draconia! He is so great and powerful-"
Yuu sweatdropped as Sebek went on a rant about Malleus when all she wanted to do was to go home.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.
©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.
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(18+) From the Window Series: From the Gym — Tom Cruise
↳ You’re the young hot neighbor who’s staying with your Aunt for the whole Summer and your Aunt happens to be Tom Cruise’s neighbor and they’re very good friends. You being 26 and still living the life to the fullest, of course you gotta add more spices in life—By being the naughty neighbor towards her Aunt’s 59 year’s old neighbor.
summary: you walk in on Tom’s gym session.
warnings: a bit of a stalker reader, smut, thigh riding, oral m/receiving, facefucking, daddykink, basically porn minors dni! PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
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a/n: arms, just arms. Not proofread yet.
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Does he wanted to peel his skin after touching you? Yes.
Does he wanted to shoot himself in the dick after fucking you? Yes.
Does he wanted to drown himself in a bath full of holy water after pulling such sinful actions with a young girl who could possibly be his daughter? Yes.
But does he regrets it and would do it all over again? No, and probably yes.
“Listen we cannot do this anymore. It was my fault, it’s not right. I should be the adult here, wayyy more adult here, okay? Let’s forget any of this ever happened.” Those are the things he said once he snapped back into reality after watching his cum dripping out of your cunt. All of a sudden a wave of realization crashed into him, he cannot believe of what he just did.
He just fucked his next door neighbor’s niece.
He was being a douche, he left you there against the kitchen counter after pulling his pants up to his hips and proceed his walk of shame towards his bedroom. He could careless about the mess in the kitchen, he just needed to get out of there and breathe—think straight.
You on the other hand was smirking and smiling the whole time. You chose to ignore the words he said while dragging the tissue from your feet up to your thighs—wiping clean the dripping fluid of his from your cunt. Although you weren’t a saint, you’re a nice girl. You cleaned up after him, you cleaned all of the mess you made in the kitchen. He should’ve thanked you, give you kisses and proceed fucking you inside his bedroom. But no, he chose to be a coward and ran away leaving you damp and breathless.
That day turned into 3 days ago.
Every time Tom stepped down the last step of his stairs and tilted his head towards the kitchen, shivers would run down his spine. He hadn’t stepped into his own kitchen ever since that incident. The incident that he consciously pulled. Sighing he told his housekeeper that he would be at the Gym outback, putting on his headphones before he opens the sliding door. Decided that today would be upper body day, he’s just gonna sit on the bench and train his arms facing towards the large mirror against the wall.
The music blasting in his ears didn’t help his mind from drifting off to think about something else, the music flows through the back of his head as if it’s playing behind his back—his mind couldn’t help but wonder about you. Truth be told, Tom hasn’t stopped thinking about you even if he wanted to. There’s just something about you that fascinates him, scared but thrills him at the same time. Maybe that’s what it comes with when you’re a man who’s addicted to adrenaline. The rush of being with someone who’s forbidden, seemed to make him feel challenged even more.
Knocking your knuckles against the door you waited for him to welcome you but instead you’re welcomed by one of his housekeeper’s. “Is mister Cruise home?” You politely asked, holding a basket of freshly handpicked fruits and vegetables that your Aunt told you to give them to him.
“Who are you?” A long island accent flew from the housekeeper in a tone that you thought was rude.
“Oh, I’m Y/N. I live next door with my aunt. She’s a good friend of mister Cruise.” You told with a small laugh to diffuse the tense situation projected from the housekeeper. She’s so hostile, you thought.
“He’s not home.” Your smile faltered.
“Oh well, can I just give you this? We have a fresh garden at our backyard and my aunt wanted me to-”
“No.” They slammed the door closed to your face, ad you cringed in embarrassment. You huffed as you give yourself time to think—there’s gotta be another way to gain access.
You knew he’s home.
You could sense his house is warm when he's in it, you could know that it's cold and lonely when he's not. He is definitely home. You watched him shuffling through stuff inside his bedroom at 4 AM with his blinds closed but you could see his shadows.
So, you improvise.
There's an access to get to his backyard. You discreetly walked down the stairs of his porch, making a left turn to reach the access. His bushes are growing, he intended to let them grow to cover up the backyard's door just for the aesthetic. You had to take off your heels so you wouldn't make any noise, not that anyone inside could hear you anyway. Closing the door gently, you proceed to find access to get inside his house but stopped once you noticed a big shed, basica another house, across his swimming pool.
You tend to lose focus and easily distracted. You even have to snap yourself back to reality, from your mind who's going crazy on what to say and what to do if you finally found him, as You stopped yourself to admire his backyard. He's got a nice pad, you thought.
Bringing yourself towards the shed, you slowly twisted the doorknob—pushing the door open gently. There he is doing a shoulder press using dumbbells that is almost the size of your head. Sweats forming on his forehead, gliding down his delicately tanned skin. His biceps bulging veins, his eyes focused on himself controlling his breath through his mouth. Dear god, he looked so hot—you thought.
You slowly invite yourself into the room, closing the door behind you and making your way towards him. He noticed as you appeared on the mirror in front of him, surprised as he put the dumbbells down and catch his breath whilst unplugging his headphones.
He snapped his head towards you, as you stand there with a smirk. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He breathed.
“I wanted to give you these.” You nudged the basket on your hands.
“Couldn’t you just drop them?”
You shook your head no with a shrug, “They won’t let me.” You replied, setting the basket down on the table by the door.
“So,” You started, taking a step closer. “Have you always been working out?” You purred, dragging your fingertips on his pumped arms. Tom’s eyes watches the way you drag your fingertips, chest still heaves trying to catch his breath—his sweats never stopped producing. His eyes darted up to meet yours with a scrunched eyebrows.
“Why are you really here, Y/N?” He uttered. You giggled as you decided to settle down on one of his separated thighs, crossing your legs, one arm around his shoulders.
“I wanted to see you, Daddy.” His breath caught in his throat, hearing you said that word which he’s been doing nothing but tried to shake off the thought of your sweet voice calling him that. With his mouth closed, his teeth clenched. He briefly closed his eyes, as he tried to hold down every willpower he has to not have you right there and now.
“Y/N— I told you,”
“I don’t care, daddy.” You pouted, putting another arm around his shoulders—engulfing him. “I want you, I need you. Please, I know you do too.” You purred.
“I know that you know… Once you get a taste of my tight cunt— you’ll be needing more, of me.” You whispered in his ears, grabbing his calloused hands towards your heat underneath your dress. You gasped before you proceed, “Only me.” The whisper of your voice sends shiver down his spine.
Isn’t this the right time to use your morals, Tom? He thought. But, how could he? When you’re sitting there, on his thighs. Wearing a dress with the hem so low he could almost a caught a glimpse of your red lace panties. Your hands holding his against your pussy, you practically grinding on his palm. His middle finger with a mind of its own, pressing against your cunt to give more pressure as you gain more friction.
Fuck it, there’s always a tomorrow. Let’s not do it again, tomorrow.
He crashed his lips against yours, with his hands behind your neck. A hum escaped from your lips as you grab onto his ridiculously soft hair. You adjusted your position on his thighs, straddling him as he laid back to piston his tent against your clothed cunt.
“Mmh, fuck Daddy.” You moaned, grinding your hips. Capturing your lips inviting you for a sloppy kiss, he lets go of your face before he placed his forehead against yours.
“Daddy still have a couple of sets to finish. Why don’t you get yourself off on his thighs while he’s working on another sets?” He growled.
That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and you’ve ever imagined. You nodded your head vigorously before he lift you up and rip your panties off. Soon, your soaked cunt—he could feel pressed against his bare thighs. “Turn your head a little bit, baby. And watch yourself being a whore for my thighs, disturbing my workout session.” Tom growled before he gave you a slap on your rounded ass as you gasped.
You slowly grind yourself back and forth, biting your bottom lip as you tried to find a friction. Soon enough, you find your rhythm—meanwhile, Tom is working on another set of curling his left biceps. Scrunching his face with grunts from lifting the heavy weight and feeling the way your glistening cunt soaking his thighs. You watched yourself from the mirror with a moan, you couldn’t help but notice a growing tent in his shorts, as your hand went down to palm it.
“Hmm Daddy,” You moaned in his ears, grinding your pussy against his thighs whilst palming his cock as you imagine when this is all over—you couldn’t wait to cum on his cock.
“Please, Daddy, I wanna cum on your cock.” You whined, but not stopping yourself from getting off on his thighs.
“You will, but Daddy’s gotta finish his set, baby. Come on, keep going, fuck that pussy against my thighs first, daddy wants to see how much of a whore you can be for him.” He smirked.
He challenges you, and you accepts the challenge. You stopped yourself from grinding on his thighs and get on your knees. He stopped lifting his weights as he watched you in bewilderment.
“What are you doing?” He breathed.
“Showing you how much of a whore I can be. Keep working on the rest of your sets daddy.” You winked with a smirk. Grabbing the waistband of his shorts, he lifted his hips to help you discard the garment. His cock fully erect by now—slapping against his abdomen, a relieved moan sounded from his throat. You stare at his cock as if it’s the most meal that you’re excited to put in, your saliva practically drooling out from your mouth. You wasted no time getting closer to tend his throbbing thick cock, gliding your tongue from the base up to his angry red tip before you fully engulfed him with the warmth from your mouth.
Tom hissed, gripping the hold of his dumbbell on his thighs. You hummed in satisfaction, liking the feeling of his cock in your mouth. Giving attention to his head, your tongue teases the tiny slit—collecting his precum. Tom’s been grunting and moaning, he couldn’t seem to focus on his sets now—he just wanted to stop and grab your head then fuck your mouth until you couldn’t see sunshine.
You noticed he stopped working on his sets as you peered your eyes up from your lashes. Letting go of his cock, you switch with your hands pumping it. “Why’d you stop, Daddy? Come on. Grab another one, and work on your sets.” Tom groaned, He wished he had a camera with him—or a full crew. He wished he’s watching this whole thing you’re pulling from another person’s point of view. When you stand on your knees, the hem of your dress hunched up to your waist revealing your naked rounded ass that he so wanted to spank until they’re fully red. Veins in his arms popping out due to the heavy weight he’s lifting while his cock is a fully loaded gun.
Tom grabbed onto another dumbbell on his right hand, he puffed in and out a couple of breaths before proceeding his sets. You smirked, spitting on his cock and went back to wrap your mouth around his throbbing tip as Tom growled. You practically devoured him—sloppily, and little did you know he likes it. Your eyes never leaving his watching you and him from the mirror.
Tom would never thought that he could have a girl in between his thighs, sucking on his cock while he’s doing sets. He chuckles to himself feeling satisfied from a certain action that you give towards his cock. When you relaxed your throat to push him further into your mouth and gagging a little bit, that’s when he lost it. A loud moan erupted from his throat, throwing the weights away to gather your hair in his fist and hold you down for a bit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you really are such a whore for me.” He hissed, “Let me fuck your mouth.” And with that he thrusts his hips upwards and start fucking your mouth. You also wished you could watch this pornographic scene of him going feral with your mouth. Tom received noises of your gagging and your choked moan, “Thaat’s a goood girll..” He muttered out a praise. Grunts erupted from his throat as Tom feel himself getting close.
“Sshiit.. I wanna cum. I wanna cum in your mouth, Daddy’s gonna cum in that throat you hear me?” Tom smirked, bobbing your head up and down his cock watching your eyes in the verge of tears with bloodshot red.
Without warning and with a loud moan, he popped off like a bottle of champagne—unloading his strings down your throat. His hips stutter, holding your head still, emptying his load. You being a good girl as you are, swallowed everything even when he pulled his cock out from your mouth you cleaned every drop left.
Tom chuckled breathlessly, “My good girl.”
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Figment (More than Imagination)
AO3
(Be warned that this is an unfinished snippet.)
“You’re really him. The one from the festival.”
Izuku had been hearing similar statements all morning, since before he’d even gotten on the train, but it still made him blush! Was this what pro heroes had to deal with all the time? Wow! Izuku couldn’t imagine… Well, he could, but… The point was, he didn’t see any harm in turning and talking to the latest person to recognize him.
‘The one from the festival’ was a lot nicer than ‘bone breaking kid,’ after all!
(And both were better than ‘useless deku.’)
Now, it was a little different being approached on the street, in the rain, only a few blocks from UA, rather than just being acknowledged by fellow commuters, most of whom he saw every day, and coming out of an alleyway to do it was strange, but the guy didn’t look like a villain. Not that there was any particular villain look! That was to say, the person coming from the alley didn’t look threatening. He was thin, frail, even, and almost baseline human in appearance, with wavy brown hair, a nice shirt and a blazer, and a plain black umbrella. The only things that stood out about him were that he had two pupils and vividly cyan irises in each eye, and that his fingernails were painted that exact same color. Unless it wasn’t paint, and actually part of his quirk? Maybe a five-point or other specialized-contact quirk with a visual component? Not that Izuku should assume!
Oh! And he should really respond instead of just standing there, staring.
“Y-yep! That’s me! Th-the bone- bone breaking kid.” He smiled at the man, as brightly as he could.
“You look the same. I was worried you would be… different.”
“Ah, well, don’t worry! I didn’t get hurt that badly!” He was still alive, right? Even if Recovery Girl had said she wouldn’t heal him anymore… “I’m- I’m totally okay! But– Thank you for your support, mister!”
He bobbed a quick bow, then paused, unsure how to end this interaction. A stranger being concerned about him was… not quite a first, but… it usually ended pretty fast.
“I just… really want to shake your hand. Please.” The man held his right hand out, past the cover of his umbrella. “It would make me so happy…”
Izuku was immediately on guard. Maybe shaking hands upon first meeting someone new had been common in the past, but since the advent of quirks, it had become something reserved for the end of a meeting, one where people got to know each other fairly well, if that. Handshake events with celebrities required in-depth background checks and squeaky-clean records, and even then the celebrities usually wore gloves. Too many quirks were touch-based, too many quirks were destructive, or even just inconvenient, for the average person to feel okay with that kind of contact with strangers.
“I- I don’t know,” said Izuku, taking a step back. He didn’t want to be rude, and probably people asked heroes that all the time, but this was starting to get, uhm, uncomfortable. “I- I mean! I’ve still got all these bandages, so, it’s not very, um, good for me to be doing things with my hands!” He glanced at his own umbrella and cringed a little. “You know how it is. Injuries!”
The stranger’s expression - which Izuku was kind of having a hard time interpreting - didn’t change. He also didn’t put his hand down.
Against his better judgment, Izuku leaned forward. “Are you– Are you okay? Mister?”
The man crumpled suddenly. Izuku dropped his umbrella and rushed to his side, pulling out his phone. “I’m calling an ambulan–!”
The man’s hand shot out, grabbing Izuku’s wrist. His nails, sharper than they looked, dug into Izuku’s bandaged arm, deep enough to draw blood, and–
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Several blocks away, well within the confines of UA, Yagi Toshinori’s eyes rolled up, into the back of his head, and he fell out of his seat, thoroughly derailing the staff meeting he’d been participating in.
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“Pardon?” said Nezu. Answering the phone when perched on Aizawa’s shoulders was, perhaps, not entirely polite, but it was that or be underfoot while all of his very tall employees paced restlessly outside the nurse’s office. “One of our students was involved in what?”
This, of course, got the attention of absolutely everyone in the hallway. Excellent!
Not the student being involved in the incident, of course, but redirecting the staff’s attention to a problem that they could actually affect.
“Yes, yes, I will be there shortly,” he said. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention so promptly, Officer Tamakawa!” He hung up. “It appears as if one of our students was attacked by a villain on their commute and had an interesting reaction to the villain's quirk. Aizawa, Inui, I’ll need you to head to the hospital to confirm the student’s identity and to provide support.”
“Support?” asked Aizawa, both his eyebrows going up.
“The quirk in question has a psychological dimension, and there’s a worry that the student might lash out and injure themselves or others when they wake up.”
“Ugh,” said Aizawa. “Inui, you’ll have to drive. My eyes still aren’t back to normal.”
“Very good!” said Nezu, jumping down. “I will have the police send the relevant information directly to your phone!”
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“Takashima Takuto,” said Tsukauchi, sliding into the chair across the table. "I have to say, I'm disappointed to see you again."
Takashima flexed his hands inside the special gloves the police force used to block his class of touch-based quirks and muttered unintelligibly.
"Do you remember the terms of your release?" asked Tsukauchi.
Takashima suddenly leaned forward, chest pressed flat against the heavy table between them. "You don't understand! I had to!"
"We'll get to that in a moment. Do you remember the terms of your release?"
"I-" Takashima leaned back. "I wasn't to use the active part of my quirk anymore."
"That's not entirely accurate. You're missing a few parts."
Takashima swallowed and began to bounce his leg up and down. "I was- I had to join the Fujitani Hospital psychiatric outpatient program, and I couldn't miss any appointments or medications."
"And?"
"And I had a- a work release where I could use my quirk… the active part of my quirk… if I had the… informed consent of the person, and approval of the hospital psychiatric board."
"Did you have either of those things when you used your quirk earlier today?"
"... No."
"So," said Tsukauchi, lacing his fingers together. "Explain to me what happened."
“I was– It was– It was self defense!”
Tsukauchi raised an eyebrow. “You’re claiming you were attacked?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“By a hero student?”
“... Yes.”
“Who you’ve never met before today?”
“It was– It was out of nowhere.”
“Alright. Where are your injuries, Mr. Takashima?”
“... What?”
“The boy you’re accusing of attacking you made it to the final eight in the UA Sports Festival. The arena had to be rebuilt after he and his last opponent were done with it. I find it difficult to believe that you were able to get away from him unscathed if he did attack you. Would you like to try again?”
“I- I- But if I- I had to, don’t you see? I’ve never seen anyone like him before!”
Tsukauchi sighed. “Can you explain that statement?”
“I saw him… Midoriya… I saw. With my quirk. On the TV. The sports festival. I saw him and I… didn’t believe it, at first. I’d never seen anything quite like that… The figments, they were hardly figments… The were… even more than Miss Inoue… almost real even without me… I had to.”
“Mr. Takashima, you recall that Miss Inoue almost died because of your reckless quirk use?”
“I was following the rules,” said Takashima. “I told her what my quirk did. I was a good psychiatrist. This will help him, too, Midoriya.”
“We have no idea what the long term effects on Mr. Midoriya will be,” said Tsukauchi. “As it stands, it sounds like you stalked him, ambushed him, and used your quirk on him without his consent.”
“I don’t… I had to. I had to make them real, once I saw them.”
“As it stands, it is recognized that you’re suffering from Compulsive Quirk Use Disorder, so, per your prior agreement with the prosecutor’s office, you’ll be remanded into a residential psychiatric program later today. Your lawyer’s been contacted, and should be able to give you more details.” Tsukauchi stood up.
“But,” said Takashima, weakly, “I had to.”
“No,” said Tsukauchi, “you didn’t.”
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“A bit harsher than usual,” observed Akabane.
Tsukauchi scowled. “He’s almost killed half a dozen people with his quirk, and he always says the same thing, and his mother’s family always gets him out of facing real consequences. I’m tired of seeing him. Mental illness is not an excuse for mutilating people. This could have been prevented if the prosectors pushed for real intervention instead of that joke of a work release. There are medications he could be taking!” Tsukauchi angrily yanked a handful of paperwork out of the file folder on his desk and started filling it in.
“Still,” said Akabane.
“Midoriya is…” He let out a sharp sigh. “A friend of mine’s been mentoring the kid. I don’t really know him, but I know about him, and I don’t think my friend is going to take it well.”
“Ah,” said Akabane.
“It’s just– Do you know what happened to Miss Inoue? She was a patient of his, when he still had his license to practice. She had delusions of having worms crawling under her skin, eating her alive. She was lucky she didn’t have a detailed picture of what those worms looked like. They fell apart pretty fast. Mrs. Yamaguchi was another one of his victims; he convinced her to go off her antipsychotics so she could confront her hallucinations of her abusive husband. That stuck around a bit longer. Those are the worst two, but they’re not the reason he got put on probation. He started using his quirk on other people’s patients, and they reported him.”
“Nasty. But it sounds like he has a problem, too.”
“Yeah,” said Tsukauchi. “I just wish he’d gotten help for it faster.”
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"Usually," said Dr. Aoki, as he led Aizawa and Hound Dog through the hospital, "the figments Mr. Takashima creates aren't so… lasting. Or detailed. Most of them lack significant internal organs or have other flaws that cause them to fall apart within a relatively brief period of time. Their creation also usually doesn't take such a toll on the host. I suspect the two things are related, but, well. You can see why we're so concerned."
"What kinds of figments are we talking about here?" asked Hound Dog.
"It's hard to say, precisely. Doctor - excuse me - Mr. Takashima worked with a broad spectrum of patients with an equally broad spectrum of disorders. If I had to guess, I would imagine some form of schizophrenia - that disorder can cause a wide range of detailed hallucinations - or Dissociative Identity Disorder - although that diagnosis has been controversial for years. Since the pre-quirk era at least." Aoki's hands fluttered. "We're far more concerned about physical ramifications, anyway, which is why we called you here. We have no idea how these figments might react to Mr. Midoriya or each other. We have them in separate rooms for now."
Aizawa sighed. "What are the figments of? What do they look like?"
"That," said Officer Tamakawa, who was escorting them, "is a whole extra problem." He stopped and opened a door, briefly. Aizawa and Hound Dog looked in. What was lying in the bed was unmistakable.
Tamakawa shut the door quickly.
"You see?" he asked.
“Was that a teenage All Might?” asked Hound Dog faintly.
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Blind Dates 2024: Patsy Harangody
Pasty is the secretary you wish had, but she's not going to put up with your foolishness - even if you were the most beloved Marine officer in the PTO.
A shout out to @shoshiwrites for being an absolute peach and for beta reading my fic. All remaining errors are entirely my own. And thanks to @mercurygray for being my Andy Haldane sounding board and for creating and running the @blind-dates-fest for all of us to enjoy.
Fandom: The Pacific (AU, postwar)
September 1947
Chicago, Illinois
He didn’t interrupt while she finished typing a memo. That was the first thing Patsy Harangody noticed about Andy Haldane, before she even got a proper look at him. Most of the coaches at the University of Chicago simply walked up to her desk and started talking, even if she was in the middle of work. At the very least, they faked a cough to get her attention, as if she couldn’t see them out of the corner of her eye. But Andy Haldane pretended to be interested in a photograph on the wall until he saw her pull the sheet of paper out of the typewriter.
“Welcome to Chicago, Coach Haldane,” she said after he introduced himself. She could tell by his accent he wasn’t just new to the university but the city as well. “Please take a seat until Mr. Carlson is ready to meet with you.” She gestured to a nearby chair. “Coffee?” she asked as he sat down.
“No, thank you,” and he trailed off as he looked at her finger. “No thank you, Miss Harangody.” The nameplate on her desk simply read Patricia Harangody, not giving away her marital status. While she addressed visitors with their titles - coach or mister, sometimes dean or professor - rarely did anyone return the respect. Just Patricia. Just Patsy. Just a secretary.
She opened a drawer and took out a file, pretending to look over its contents. Instead, she watched him continue his recon exercise. She saw him look at the photos on her desk, one of her family on the steps of their apartment and the one with Ginny and Abigail and Flo when they had leave and took the train down from Washington to Virginia Beach. He took in the sorry plant struggling to stay alive despite her best efforts and the sociology textbook she bought last week, storing these pieces of information away, in case they could help him later. He looked up at the clock on the wall behind her and compared its time with his wristwatch, frowning ever so slightly at Mr. Carlson’s lack of punctuality.
“Any words of advice before I go in there?” She looked up from her reading and saw him smiling at her.
As the newest assistant football coach, it was now his job to meet with Don Carlson, the assistant athletic director, twice weekly - on Mondays to report on the game just played over the weekend, and on Thursdays to preview the game ahead The assignment always fell to the newest coach, just as her position fell to the newest secretary, as it was common knowledge that Don Carlson was the stupidest man employed by the University of Chicago.
Patsy could only guess what he had heard about her boss, and while she certainly had strong opinions, she wasn’t about to share them with a stranger, no matter how polite he was and how nice a smile he had. If she shared anything negative about Don Carlson and it got back to him, it would be her job on the line, not Andy Haldane’s.
“Coach Haldane, please understand how important discretion is to being a successful secretary. While I haven’t seen your resume, I’m confident you have the education and work experience befitting a University of Chicago football coach. I have no doubt the meeting will go just fine.”
She caught him off guard for a moment, but he nodded, a sign of respect for what she refused to say.
Seconds later, Mr. Carlson came bumbling out of his office. “Coach Haldane, Don Carlson,” he said as he shook the younger man’s hand.” He turned to his secretary. “Patsy, why didn’t you tell me Coach Haldane was waiting?”
Patsy looked at the new coach, and she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly and rolled her eyes.
I didn’t tell him you were waiting because he specifically told me not to interrupt him. He said he wanted to show you who was in charge here.
No actual words were exchanged, but he seemed to understand.
“A pleasure meeting you, MIss Harangody,” he said before he walked into the office.
When he walked out forty-five minutes later, he gave her a look.
What the hell was that? he silently asked her.
She shrugged her shoulders and looked down so she didn’t start laughing. He shook his head and walked out of the office, still in a daze.
The next morning, Patsy saw Coach Haldane on her walk from the train station to the athletic department office.
“Miss Harangody,” he called out. “Do you have a minute?”
“Not really. I took a later train than usual this morning.” He nodded, understanding but seemingly disappointed at the same time. “You’re welcome to join me,” she added, and he smiled as they walked side by side.
Patsy loved this time of year, when you could almost smell the leaves change colors in the brisk morning air and motivated students gathered around the Gothic-style buildings, talking about classes and classmates.
“It makes you almost forget we’re in Chicago,” he said.
“What does?” she asked.
“The trees and the buildings. The parks and the lake.” He waved his hand in the direction of the water.
It was like he just read her thoughts. She felt unsettled and intrigued in equal measure.
“Were you in intelligence during the war?” she asked.
He laughed. “Hardly. And my lack of intelligence is why I wanted to talk with you.” He put his hands in his jacket pockets. “I put you in an awkward position yesterday. I shouldn’t have asked you to divulge anything about your supervisor. It was disrespectful and unprofessional of me. I hope you’ll accept my apology.”
“Of course, Coach Haldane. I’m sure it’s difficult being in a new place. I don’t begrudge you trying to get an advantage, but I’m glad you understand my situation,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “These are for you. Two tickets to the game on Saturday. It’s one of the perks of the job, and you’re the only person I know here who isn’t part of the team.”
“I’m not sure about my weekend plans …” she trailed off. She didn’t care for football, but it felt rude admitting that to a football coach.
“Take them, just in case,” he said.
She grabbed the envelope. “Alright. Just in case.”
“Miss Harangody.” He looked at her a moment longer than necessary and walked on.
She walked into her building and saw Lorraine, her friend and a fellow secretary, in line for the elevator.
“Hiya, Pats,” Lorraine greeted her. “How’s things?”
She thought of the envelope in her purse, his patience before walking up to her desk and his apology when he knew he was in the wrong. Even if she didn’t like football, there were always the trees and the tailgate parties and the coach on the sideline who she knew would be scanning the crowd for the secretary who accepted his tickets.
“I know it’s only Tuesday, but what are you doing on Saturday?” Patsy asked. “Two tickets to the football game just fell into my lap.”
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Snake in the Garden | Hangman A.P.
Summary: Y/N is a spy during the Civil War.
Author's Note: I am going to be seeing a lot of national parks this month, so I kind of want to make March my AU month. Please enjoy Hangman A.P. before the Wild West days. <3
Tag list: @99hook @coleskingdom @midwestmade29 @theworldofotps
The song is from Turn: Washington's Spies
Pure fiction. This is not a reflection of who I think would work for which side during the Civil War. This is just me getting lost in my imagination!!
Mentions of Adam Cole, Bryan Danielson Hangman A.P., Kenny Omega, Matthew and Nicholas Jackson.
Y/N sat in the wooden chair poorly attempting to maintain her composure. General Cole watched her closely from the corner. He was conversing with her captors about the specific details of her capture. A smug grin on his face.
She couldn't believe the rebels caught her spying for the Yankees. All the planning and training for this moment was worthless from a drunken rebel. He spotted her while sneaking off into a cellar to fancy himself another free drunk. He caught her sneaking out of the cellar and alerted the few sober soldiers. Now she was stuck in the tavern awaiting her punishment. Her blood ran cold at what they would cook up for her.
All the stories of punishments that captured spies endured at the hands of the rebels ranged from being maimed to death. Her captors made it known which punishment they hoped for her. They laughed when they caught her. While admiring her beauty, they commented what a pretty ornament she would be while hanging from a tree.
Y/N kicked her legs nervously. Letters from the very man who was watching her like a hawk would a mouse were under her petticoats. The letters were taken from a postal boy after she gave him a watch she had stolen. The letters were supposed to be sent to General Danielson, but she was going to deliver them to General Page. Well, if she made it out alive.
A quick survey of the room made the outlook of her future pretty grim. The only door was blocked by General Cole and her captors. Windows were shut tight to keep the harsh winter away from the patrons visiting the tavern. A staircase led upstairs, but she wasn't sure if there was a way out.
One of her captors walked behind the bar to pour himself a drink. He had shaggy brown hair with hints of blonde. A similar smug look casted over his face.
"Quite a turn of events for you, isn't it, Mistress?" He asked. The question hung in the air while you contemplated answering the question.
"Y/L/N," you answered. "And I believe this is all a mistake,"
The man scoffed and chuckled. "General Page sending in a woman to do a man's work. Typical laziness,"
"Come now, Mister Omega. Take your drink and go. There is no need for such trivial exchanges. I need her alert for her questioning. Continue to scour the streets for more spies. I will ensure you are paid for your time tonight," General Cole informed him and opened the door. The cool draft slipped through, causing you to shiver.
Mister Omega took one last gulp of his drink and slammed the glass cup down on the table. He wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt and walked out into the cold. The first floor of the tavern is only occupied by you and General Cole.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Y/L/N. I was getting all the information about your capture from my bounty hunters. They are known to gather up information and potential spies," he started and took a seat across from you. "You seem chilled. May I offer you a tea?"
"No, thank you," you answered quickly. The man that could sentence you to death sat across from you like this was just a nice conversation. He shrugged and took a sip from his pint. His light eyes met yours.
"I hear we have a common friend, you and I. One General Adam Page. You ever heard of him?"
You remained stoic, unsure whether to answer that or not.
"You don't have to answer me, of course. I know the answer to that already. But to send a woman with no peculiar set of skills now that's fascinating. Tell me, how were you going to give him this information with no traveler's pass?" General Cole asked. You rubbed your fingers under the table to hide your fidgeting. "I'm going to arrest you, and when we find the letters on your person, you will be hanged in the morning,"
"Hanging a woman? You rebels really don't have any morals, do you?" You asked bitterly. He smiled and leaned in close. The smell of alcohol danced to your nose. The same fragrance of your father's drink of choice. The man that made you the person you were today.
"Play a man's game and win a man's prize, my dear," he sneered and stood from the table. You took a shaky breath and tried to blink back the tears. Your death would mean the cause was for nothing. You would either be left on the rope for the crows to feed or be buried in a shallow grave forgotten to the world.
A loud commotion outside caused the once sleepy town to wake up. The light from the explosion flashed in the tavern. General Cole looked between you and the commotion outside.
"This isn't over," he warned and rushed outside to get control.
A man in blue uniform rushed down the stairs. His long brown hair tied in a ponytail. He had a circle beard to hide parts of his lower face. You gasped at recognizing him.
"Matthew Jackson, is that you?" You asked.
"We are getting you out of here. Nicholas lit off some gunpowder at the armory. Come on, we haven't got much time," he ordered and waved his hand towards himself. You stood up and gathered your skirts. With the quickness, you followed him up the stairs.
Matthew explained that one of the rooms had a balcony that led to the back of the tavern. Nicholas would be waiting for them with horses. You followed quickly after him, not wanting to get left behind. Your fate was already sealed if General Cole came back.
The older Jackson brother opened the door to his room and led you to the balcony. He peered over the railing to see his brother as expected. Matthew urged you to hurry as time was of the essence.
"Do you still have the letters from that boy?" Matthew asked.
"Yes, they didn't search me," you answered. "They were going to be sent to General Danielson. They have a schedule of the next places they plan to be,"
"Wonderfully done," he complimented. "Now we have to ride like our lives depends on it because well it does,"
Nicholas handed you the reins to your horse. The brothers helped you on the horse and saddled their own. With the striking of the reins, you and the Jackson brothers took off in the cold winter night.
By morning, the travelers were exhausted yet safe. Eyes were half closed as they made it back to a Union controlled city. Soldiers watched carefully. You rolled off your horse and barely caught yourself on your own feet.
"Come on, Adam is waiting for us," Nicholas informed you. He placed an arm around you to help you inside.
You excused yourself to the parlor room to regain your composure and grab the letters from your petticoats. Once ready, Matthew opened the doors. General Page was standing over a table. Maps of the different regions of the still forming country lay in front of him. Shapes and markings of different sizes littered the pages to show the suspected locations of the rebels. There was only one other man with him.
"General Page, sir, Miss Y/L/N comes with news from the other side," Matthew announced. The brothers saluted and stood guard at the door. Adam ignored the man in the room and rushed to you. You handed him the letters. He placed them on the table, not bothering to check them. His hands cupped your face.
"My darling," he sighed and rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. You closed your eyes and allowed a brief period of affection. His calloused fingers reminded you of a simpler time between the two of you. One where he would steal kisses from you after a long day's work. "Go, do not trouble your mind on this matter anymore. You are safe,"
Curiosity peaked your interest at the other man in the room. His shaggy brown hair made your stomach drop. The man that insulted your beloved just hours ago. Adam's eyes followed to where you were staring.
"Ah, this is Mister Omega. Have you two met before?" Adam asked. Mister Omega smiled, knowing you couldn't do anything. With no proof, all you had was hearsay. You never dreamed that this would happen.
"I'm afraid not. My name is Mister Omega, but my friends call me Kenny," he smiled and bowed his head. "A pleasure to meet you,"
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New Year's Eve(FLUFF)
So here we have my attempt at fluff. I tried, but I also had no clue what I was doing. Anyway, Happy New Year's, everyone!"
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Chuu x reader
You would spend New Year's together, you both made time to spend the second half of the day together. You spent hours planning a perfect date; you would have a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant and go to the movies. Unfortunately, none of that worked out. The restaurant lost your reservation, and the theater caught fire the day before. You didn't have enough time to change your plans and thought about what to do. Sitting in the living room the day of, you tried to think of anything. A knock at the door broke your train of thought. As you went to open the door, you saw Chuu standing there. You heard her cheerful voice through the intercom, "Let me in! It's New Year's Eve!" Chuu spammed the doorbell, and through the camera, you could see the big smile on her face. "I know you're in there!" As you opened the door, Chuu jumped into your arms. "Merry New Year's Eve!"
"Merry New Year's Eve?"
"You know what I meant," Chuu said as she kissed your cheek. "So, what did you have in mind today?" She said with her usual smile.
"Oh, um, about that. My plans got ruined, and I don't know what to do."
Chuu's face drops, "Oh." Her smile comes back quickly, however. "Then let's cook something together! We can watch TV together while we eat. It'll just be you and me." In a much quieter voice, Chuu said, "That’s all I need anyway."
"What was that last part?"
"Nothing! Let's go to the market before they close; I know one that's open right now." You and Chuu rushed out onto the busy streets, it was late, and most shops had long since been closed. You hold onto Chuu's hand as she leads you through the crowd to the market. She was talking about her pigtails bouncing with every step. As you arrive, you see the owner locking up for the night. Chuu bashes her small fist on the door "Mister! Can you open up for us? Please!"
"It’s New Year's Eve, Chuu. I have to get home to my family." He said.
"Please, we'll be super quick. We just want to have a nice dinner together." Chuu said as it looked like she was about to cry.
The old man seeing Chuu on the verge of tears, rushed to unlock the door. "Hey, hey, no crying. I'll open up; I'll open the store." As he opened the door, Chuu's hand gripped yours; she pulled you along, asking what the two of you were going to make
"Sweet and sour pork," you respond. Chuu's face lit up as she heard you. She speeds you around the market, knowing what ingredients you need.
As you pull up to the register, the owner scans every item, "Chuu, please don't do this again. You'll give me a heart attack if you do."
"I'm sorry, mister, but I really appreciate you opening for us. Thank you for letting us have a good New Year's."
The old man gives you both a gentle smile, "Of course, now you two kids go along and have a nice New Year's."
"We will! Thank you!" Chuu says as you finish paying, and she pulls you along again. "Sweet and Sour pork! Come on, let's go!" She yelled. You saw the unbridled happiness in her eyes and her wide toothy smile as she looked back at you. It filled your heart with joy to see her so happy; you etched these few seconds into your memory. You quickly arrive back at the apartment building, panting from your run. Chuu seemed to have endless energy as she bounced from one foot to the other, chanting "sweet and sour pork" while you waited to get to your floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, Chuu grabbed your arm and forced you into another run as she went to your door. Once inside, you began preparing the meal; Chuu helped you along by cutting the vegetables while you sliced the meat. Standing beside her, you looked to your side to see her bright smile as she happily chopped the vegetables. When she finished, she looked up at you with a proud face. "I did a good job, didn't I?" She said with her hands on her hips.
Patting her head, you say, "You did a great job Chuu." She squeals with excitement and gives you a big hug. "Thanks for the help Chuu; I can do the rest. Turn on the TV and find us something to watch."
She takes off her apron and shuffles over to the living room; she settles on a channel hosting the countdown to the new year. When you asked her why, she responded, "I want to welcome the new year with you; we can have a fun countdown." The two of you continue your conversation while you finish cooking the meal. As you plate it, Chuu jumps up and down, chanting, "sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour pork!"
"Calm down, Chuu; here you go." You say as you place her food on the coffee table. "Don't eat it too quickly; it's hot." Chuu ignores you and immediately shoves some pork into her mouth. She has to chew with her mouth open, steam spewing from her mouth like a dragon. "Aut, is hot." She said, struggling to get the words out.
"I told you it was hot, Chuu." Somehow Chuu manages to eat the meat, following it up with a glass of water. She sticks her tongue out as she pants.
"It was so hot!"
"I warned you!" You say as you poke her side. She twitches to the right as you do.
"Ah! Okay, I'll eat it slowly." The two of you watch as the time until New Year's gets closer, making conversation and enjoying your food. As you both finish, Chuu gives you a big hug, "Thank you for the food!"
"Anytime, Chuu; thank you for helping my little chef." She giggles and pulls you in tighter. You reach over and grab the blanket on your side of the couch, throwing it over yourselves. Chuu scoots closer to you, laying her head by your chest as you put your arm around her. As the minutes until New Year's shrink, Chuu looks at you.
"Can you tell me all the things you like about me?" She asks with pure innocence.
As you look down at her, you smile, "of course, I like your smile. I like how you always have energy and are so excitable. You're adorable. You're always there to cheer me up, even when you're not by my side; just thinking about you makes me want to try harder. Um, I'm not sure what else to say, but one of the biggest reasons I like you is that you're you. I…I love you, Chuu. No, I love Kim Jiwoo." You turn your head away from her, embarrassed at what you said.
In the softest voice you've ever heard from her, you hear Chuu say, "I love you too. You're always there for me. You always support me. Sometimes I've thought about quitting, but you're always there for me, supporting me when I need it most. I wouldn't be here without you. Thank you for everything." As she spoke, Chuu held onto you tighter and tighter. "I love you…and I don't ever want to be apart from you."
"Chuu…," you turn back around, met by her watering eyes. You embrace her, hugging her tighter than ever before. Your lips crashed against each other as the clock struck midnight.
As you break apart, Chuu says, "we missed the countdown."
You pull her onto your lap, "yeah, but we were still together for New Year's Chuu. That's all I need." Chuu's soft lips pressed against yours again, her arms wrapped around you.
"Happy New Year's"
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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | Kita Shinsuke
i. CHAPTER ONE; SEARCHING
AS SOON AS the train reached Hyogo prefecture train station she quickly eats and went to find her grandmother, she should have asked her parents or the head butler where her grandmother is but that would give them suspicion that she was going to her grandmother's house.
She walked through houses, she firstly went to the elite side of the houses who knows she might found her there.
She found a house with same lastname of her grandmother, she quickly rang the doorbell, she beamed when the door is answered. "Grandma!" But it wasn't an elder woman she's looking for but a woman in her 20's.
"May I help you?"
"I'm sorry do you work here?" She asked the woman.
"Work here? What are you talking about? I live here this is my house that I share with my husband." The woman replied with a confused look.
"Ah do you perhaps know L/n Sera, I'm her granddaughter." Y/n told her proudly.
"L/n Sera? I'm sorry I don't know her."
Y/n then nods and give her a bow "Well I'm sorry for wasting your time."
"It's alright, I hope you'll find her."
As soon the woman closed the door Y/n sighs in disappointment, scratching her head. She sure knows her grandmother is very rich then how come she couldn't find her?
She went searching through houses to each houses even apartment. Each building she checked every unit. There's no L/n Sera, well she did found someone with the same name but it wasn't the person who she's searching for.
She search the middle class people houses and nothing, now she's in the park taking a break from all the searching she's done for each house.
"I should call the head maid," Y/n mumbled, she knows her grandmother head maid. She's stern but nice, just like how a mother should act. The head maid is someone she can think of and someone she can think that is close to have the title mother.
The head maid once gave Y/n her phone number. She quickly dialed the head maid number the phone rings.
"Hello?" It was a child voice.
"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo?" She ask the child.
"Nishimura Kayo? Who's that? I don't know who's that is and mommy told me not to strangers, so bye strangers!"
"Hey wait!" Y/n yell to the phone.
"Eiki-kun who are you talking to? Aren't supposed to be in bed? You're still sick, I'll take that phone thank you. Hello who is this?" A female voice asked.
"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo? I'm L/n Y/n. She's be my grandmother's head maid, is she there? I'd wish to speak with her." Y/n said trying to be polite.
"Nishimura Kayo? Mrs.Kayo is in the hospital she's in labor and I'm her son babysitter."
"She's in labor!?" Shouts Y/n to the phone out of shock. The last time she meets Nishimura Kayo she announced to Y/n that she is going to get married with a well business man.
"Yes, she's on her way giving birth to her first daughter, her second child."
"T-then can you please tell her that L/n Y/n called her? It's important."
"I'll make sure to tell her, can you repeat your name─"
"Alright then bye" Y/n rudely said hanging up. She quickly facedpalm, Nishimura Kayo probably gave the h/c girl her house phone not her phone number.
Drip
A small drop of water drops to her nose, "Good thing there's a gazebo in this park." She quickly takes shelter under the gazebo, as she sat down she sighs, frustrated. She wants to find her grandmother and live with her instead being send off to marry someone.
"I can't ask the butlers or the maids about my grandmother's whereabout...I haven't eat lunch too..." She grumbles.
"Hey nee-chan what are you doing there?" Y/n shrieks in shock at the sudden appearance of the small boy.
"Oh my god! Kid! Don't scare me like that!" Y/n glared at the boy but he keep still face.
Y/n huffed, "I'm resting of course mister obvious."
"But there's wood termites there" the boy said making Y/n jump out from the gazebo with her suitcase and pats her body furiously to get rid of the wood termites if it's on her.
"Oh fuck" Y/n said, she just realised she's now drench from the rain.
"You better go home now nee-chan, they said today's rain won't stop till tomorrow." The boy said, "Bye!" He said walking away from the park.
"UGH WHAT!!" Y/n yelled, "I should book a hotel room now." She stated dragging her suitcase with her while being drench under the rain.
The h/c girl keeps wiping her face, grumbling she should have brought or bought an umbrella. Why didn't she just call a taxi? Oh well her phone died and her power bank is no longer usable since she used it throughout the searching of her grandmother.
"Can this get any worser?" Y/n hissed, she looks at her Vercase medusa platform heels dupes is now ruin from the rain "Aw my babies, they're my favourite."
She glares at the sky and shouts "DAMN YOU RAIN! DAMN YOU USELESS PARENTS! DAMN YOU!" Giving the sky her middle fingers.
She pants, her throat hurting from the shouting. She walks past houses, they're not modern styled but they're traditional.
"Shit." Her head starts to throb, she leans to to the wall of the entrance. "Seriously? I didn't say if this could get any worser." She mumbled before falling limply to the ground.
A small boy stopped infront of her limp body, he's wearing a rain coat in his hand is a plastic full with snacks. He crouch down to see her face clearly.
"Nee-chan?" He mutter, he quickly gets inside his house.
"Baa-chan! Nee-chan passed out!" He yells from the entrance of his door.
His grandma tilts her head, "Passed out? Shichirou your sister is watching the TV." She said to Shichirou who shakes his head.
"No! It's the nee-chan from the park! She passed out!" Shichirou yelled.
"Passed out?" The elder woman grabs the umbrella to see it herself.
She walks out the house and meet the heavy rain herself with Shichirou beside her, she nearly scream out shock when there's really a girl around her eldest grandson age.
"Shichirou get your brother, she needs to be taken inside." The grandmother says to Shichirou, the boy nodded before rushing inside the house to call his brother.
The grandmother stood in front of Y/n with an umbrella covering them(well Y/n's head) from the rain.
Y/n fainted in front of the Kita household.
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Chapter one is out! How was it? I hope you enjoy it!
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