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#alright well. these tags are probably gonna be a bit all over the place for a while#because these are getting rough. which you probably know already but#this is me from the future coming back and replacing this one with a better one now that i'm starting to get better at this and have the#motivation to do so. i'm not writing new tags beyond this one but just know the old tags had a fuckload of me complaining in it#alolan rattata
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I Can See You
Summary: As the media manager for the UConn WBB team, you've always kept a comfortable, and professional, relationship with the team; but one night out changes everything.
wc: 1.6k
warnings: suggestive content, drinking, nothing else really
pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader
"Can you guys listen for once! It isn't that hard to stand in a straight line!" You sighed, getting frustrated with the team. It was media day, and Geno wanted a picture of all the girls together, but it was damn near impossible with the way they acted.
A few of them giggled, making your voice go stern. "I swear, ladies, I'm gonna tell Geno that you're all fuckin' around instead of taking these pictures."
They all groaned and shouted in protest. "Then get in a straight line and show me those pretty little smiles everyone loves, got it?"
A collective sigh was heard from the group and you laughed a bit under your breath. You lined the camera up, taking a few pictures. "Alright, do a fun one now, since I know you wanna."
They all changed their poses and looked utterly stupid. You snapped a few photos of them like that and finally media day was over. "Okay, girls, I'm done with you all. Get out of my sight." You smiled at them as they walked past you and to the locker room.
You gathered your things and were putting them carefully back into your bag when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up, meeting Nika's warm gaze. "Nika, what's up?"
She smiled at you and cleared her throat. "Hey, um, few of us are going to the bar later if you want to tag along." Her voice was soft and a little hoarse, probably from all of the yelling they did today. You could still hear her accent clearly, though, and it was making your knees weak.
"I'll be there." You smiled up at her. She squeezed your shoulder and mumbled a quiet "perfect" before saying goodbye and walking to the locker room with the rest of the team. Your eyes stuck on her as she walked away.
'Fuck, Y/N. Be normal. Be professional for God's sake.' You thought to yourself as you shoved the rest of your things in your camera bag. You shot Geno a text saying you'd have all the pictures sorted out within the next few days and would send him everything.
You slung your bag over your shoulder before leaving the gym and heading back to your apartment.
You stood against your bathroom sink and looked in the mirror as you applied eyeliner. Your roommate leaned against the doorframe and smirked at you. "Who're you getting pretty for tonight? Is it Nika? You never shut up about her, y'know."
A sigh left your lips as you shot her a glare. "And you just never shut up. I'm going to the bar with a few of the girls on the team, nothing special."
"Is Nika gonna be there?"
"I would think so considering she's the one that invited me-"
Your roommate gasped. "Hold on, she invited you?"
You groaned. "You're looking to far into this. We're just friends, it's nothing more than that. Besides, it would be unprofessional to be anything else."
"Right." She side eyed you. "Well, while you finish getting pretty for your girl, I'm gonna go figure out what to get for dinner."
You rolled your eyes as she walked away, mumbling a quiet "whatever" under your breath as you finished your makeup. You ran your fingers through your hair and decided that you were ready.
As you were leaving the apartment, your roommate called out. "Have fun tonight! And good luck with-" You shut the door behind you before you could hear the rest of her sentence. The bar was a little far from the apartment building, so you called an Uber and rode in silence on the way there.
You got out of the car and looked around, seeing if any of the girls were outside. You didn't see any of their cars, so the either weren't there yet or took Ubers.
You made your way inside and scouted the place out. You still didn't see any of them. You frowned as you made your way over to the bar and ordered a shot, getting head start over everyone else.
After sitting at the bar for a few minutes, making small talk with the bartender (the place wasn't busy in the slightest), you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spun around in your chair and met Nika's eyes.
"Sorry we were late. Someone took forever to get ready." She shot glares at Paige and Azzi. They weren't listening though. They were already getting drinks in their system.
You smiled at them and looked back up at Nika. "Don't diss them, they look beautiful."
She rolled her eyes, a tinge of jealousy in her heart, even though she knew you meant the compliment in the friendly way. "Yeah, whatever." She stepped next to you and ordered a drink for you and herself. You gladly took the drink from her and took a sip.
She reached for one of your hands and pulled you off of the barstool. You shot her a confused look. "Let's go dance?"
You smiled and shook your head at her. "Fine. But I can't dance to save my life."
Nika laughed softly as she pulled you to the middle of the floor. The bar had gotten busier, and there were bodies surrounding your every side. Nika had you pulled close to her, letting one of her hands rest on your lower back as the other held her drink.
You looked up at her as you did your best attempt to dance. Her eyes never once left your face. She was down bad for you, and she knew it.
You finished your drink and leaned up to talk in her ear so she could hear you. "Gonna go get another drink, be right back."
She nodded and watched as you walked away from her, but eventually lost you in the crowd. You made your way back over to the bar and got another drink. Paige and Azzi spotted you and came over.
You were lost in your own thoughts. Thinking and seeing all the things that could happen between you and Nika tonight. You and her shoved in a bathroom stall together, your skirt hiked up and her eating you out. You bit your bottom lip and let out a deep breath.
"Yo, you good, ma?" Paige put her hand on your arm. Your head snapped to look at her and you nodded.
"All good, don't worry." You flashed a smile at her and took a sip of your drink. You couldn't focus on her next sentence though. You needed to find Nika again.
You cut Paige off. "Sorry, P, I told Nika I'd be back a few minutes ago." You pat her shoulder before rushing off. Paige and Azzi sent each other knowing looks before shrugging it off and doing their own thing.
The crowd of bodies had only increased in size since you went to get a drink. You shoved your way through the crowd, trying to find Nika in the mess of people.
A few more people shoved to the side revealed her. And a girl very obviously flirting with her. You weren't sure whether Nika was interested in this girl's advancements, or if she was totally oblivious to it.
You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arm around Nika's bicep. "Hey." You tilted your head and looked up at her. Her gaze instantly went to meet yours.
She smiled at you, relief washing over her face. "Hey."
You turned to look at the girl that was flirting with her. She stood there awkwardly and watched the two of you. You glared at her and she took that as her sign to leave.
Nika brought her free hand up and turned your face to meet hers. Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth and Nika's eyes were stuck on it. "Come with me." She said lowly before dragging you away from the dance floor and in the direction of the bathrooms.
You hoped and prayed that this was going the way you wanted it to. You wanted to end up with Nika's head between her thighs, your hand tangled in her brown locks, and her eventually finishing you off in the bar bathroom.
She pulled you into the bathroom and into the handicapped stall, locking it behind you. "What was that?" She questioned. You could smell alcohol on your breath, and you knew she could smell it on yours.
"What was what?" You retorted, playing a little dumb about the situation.
Nika breathed out and took a step forward, trapping you against her and the wall. Fuck, she was hot. "You know what I mean." Her eyes had gone from her innocent bright ones to a dark look that you hadn't seen from her before.
You didn't say anything. The two of you stared at each other before she went to speak. You shook your head and leaned up, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting close to her ear, cutting off her words before they even left her mouth. "This isn't professional."
She grunted a response before leaning forward and latching her mouth onto your neck, leaving sloppy and wet kisses down the column of your neck. "Maybe not, but don't tell me you haven't noticed how things have changed." She said lowly.
You tilted your head back, letting her have easier access to your neck. she continued her assault on your neck, making you forget everything you were about to say. "No response?" She questioned teasingly.
"You're- fuck." She slotted her knee in between your thighs, causing a groan to escape your lips. "You're so fucking addicting."
Her smirk could be felt against your neck for a split second before she pulled away, looking down at you with her cocky expression. "Thought we had to keep things professional?"
i didnt really know where else to go with this one bc tbh i didnt really feel like writing smut for it, but i hope you guys enjoy!
i also have a decent amount of requests to respond to, so pls be patient w me while i try and navigate the last 10 days of my classes, up through graduation, and writing these things 😪😪
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you're not jonathan
for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'no upside down au'
rated t
wc: 997
cw: recreational drug use, language
tags: meet-ugly turned meet-cute, flirting, somewhat ambiguous ending but we all know what's gonna happen
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Steve was not supposed to be the one picking up the drugs for the party.
He wasn't even going to the party.
But Jonathan couldn't get it from his usual guy, said he was back home in California for the summer, and it wasn't like Robin had a hookup.
Eddie Munson didn't technically deal anymore, but he made exceptions for previous customers, and Jonathan had been a regular during high school.
It wasn't shocking news to Steve, but what was shocking was hearing all these stories about how Eddie didn't even usually meet someone during daylight hours. Except today, apparently.
Steve tripped over another branch, barely caught himself before falling on his face.
"I better get so high off this shit," he said to himself.
"I only sell the good shit."
Steve froze.
Somehow, he'd missed a person walking up to him, probably when he nearly ate dirt.
"Is there any reason a hike is required to get some weed?" Steve asked, brushing his hands on his pants to get the remnants of the tree trunk he saved himself on.
Eddie crossed his arms in front of him, raising an unimpressed brow.
"No. Jonathan suggested the place."
Hard to believe the guy who hated being outside for more than a few minutes would have suggested a half mile trek into the woods, but Steve didn't really care to argue.
"O...kay. Well, I've got the cash if you wanna get this over with," Steve said as he reached into his pockets that were..."Fuck."
He started patting his pockets, his shirt, looking around him at the ground to try to find his wallet.
"Everything okay?" Eddie asked, coming closer.
"I lost my wallet. Shit!"
"Alright, I can help you look, man. It's not a big deal. Gotta be somewhere, right?" Eddie started looking around him, though it was half-hearted at best. "What's it look like?"
"It's brown. Um, leather?" Steve suddenly forgot any other details about his wallet. How convenient.
"Okay, so the color of the ground. Should be easy."
Steve snorted.
Eddie was smirking as he walked the way Steve came, checking the ground around him as he did so.
Steve followed behind, but he was pretty certain they wouldn't find it.
After ten minutes of looking, Eddie sighed.
"We should just smoke a bit. Take the edge off. Ya know?"
"I don't think that's a good idea. I can't pay you until I find my wallet," Steve said as he continued looking, bending down to get a closer look at a spot that seemed like the color of his wallet.
"On the house."
Steve stood straight up.
"Really?"
"Can't really kick ya when you're down, can I? Plus, I planned on smoking after you left anyway. We can share," Eddie shrugged, like it was no big deal.
Steve had never gotten high outside of house parties, the comfort of his own home or a friend's home soothing his anxieties about losing his inhibitions.
But out here? With Eddie? It didn't seem like a smart thing to do.
"Alright," Steve shrugged back.
Eddie must have sensed something about him, though, because he didn't let him take more than three puffs of the joint before he put it out and found a collection of boulders for them to sit on.
"You ever think about how trees are alive but they don't have ears?" Steve asked a minute later.
"Oh, you're that kind of high." Eddie poked his hand, making him look over at him. "You eat today?"
"Maybe. I've been busy. Do you think trees get hungry?" Steve replied.
Eddie searched his face before letting his pinky rest against Steve's hand on the rock.
It felt like fire.
"They do."
"But they don't have pancakes or cheeseburgers. Like, we can't grind it up and put it in the dirt for them, right?" Steve's jaw dropped. "Can we?"
Eddie watched as Steve looked over at some of the trees surrounding them.
"I don't think we can, no."
"A shame. They're missin' out. You know who else is missin' out? Jonathan! He made me come here and he didn't even tell me you had long hair or like the nicest eyelashes. Which is weird because he didn't shut up about anything else about you but he forgot about the eyelashes!" Steve's hand curled around Eddie's pinky. "And you look warm."
Eddie's brows raised.
He wasn't sure who Steve was. Jonathan had just insisted he was cool.
But Jonathan hadn't mentioned that his hair looked softer than silk, or that his eyes were wide and innocent despite his lip curling up in the corner in annoyance.
Jonathan seemed to have left a lot of things out.
"Well, it is summer. It's pretty warm," Eddie gulped. "But you do look a little cold."
"I get cold easy. Robin says it's because I don't eat enough red meat or something. Low irony or something."
Eddie was so endeared.
"I could help you stay warm? Walk you back to your car if you want?"
Eddie did not want that, but he knew Steve probably needed to walk off some of this high before his friends started to worry about him.
"Don't wanna walk," Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "My head is walking."
"Should I try to head back and get one of your friends?"
Steve shook his head.
"Be fine in an hour."
"Okay," Eddie put his arm around Steve's shoulder, surprised to find that Steve was shivering. "Hey, you okay?"
"You do have good shit."
"That's not an answer," Eddie chuckled.
"I'm good. Best."
Eddie let him burrow further into his side and waited for his shivering to subside before he suggested heading back to his car again.
Steve still refused, and Eddie didn't have it in him to push.
Not when they were finding shapes in the clouds and he was holding Steve close.
He'd definitely owe Jonathan a lot of product if this went the way he wanted it to.
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15 – catching up !
What's so good about him ?!
Scaramouche x reader smau series
synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course.
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Putting your phone down you prepared yourself for the first day of the foundation day festival. You sighed preparing to go out to campus. It's already noon and Lumine left early to prepare and help Ayaka.
On your way to campus seeing the colorful booths and tons of students make you calm down for a while. Surely you won't run into him? you were nervous seeing him after what 2 years? You would think you moved on but the wounds are still here and a ton of "what ifs" and many unanswered questions. To distract your thoughts you already took your phone from your pocket to calm your nerves.
You giggle at Heizou's tweet "Hey this just looks like–" you were cut off by suddenly bumping into someone "My apologies! Are you alright?" you reached for the stranger's hand about to thank them "Hey it's alright! thank y–heizou ?" Your eyes lit up seeing familiar emerald green eyes. As he lift you off the ground he gave you his charismatic smile. "Y/N! well, it's always great to see an old friend." You giggled at him, he didn't change, and sure texting him as "Scarass" His way of texting didn't change but seeing him in front of him as "y/n" and seeing him still being like himself back then in high school feels nice.
"Yeah…I was just about to head in" You pointed to the cafe, the same cafe he tweeted out. "Let's catch up! my treat" He head over to the door opening it for you "You go in first~" You only kept smiling at his gestures "Still a gentleman I see~" He only chuckled back nodding. While heizou is browsing the menu you already said your usual after all this is your favorite cafe on campus. "I take it you go here a lot?" he said before just ordering a frappe. You nodded "This is my favorite place actually!" "I see"
After receiving your orders you began talking by the window telling each other what happened over the years. "Can you believe it! your old buddy is going to be famous" You laughed at his claim "Oh please if you told me in the past that heizou from math class is gonna be a famous drummer I would be laughing my ass off" He gave you a pout before taking a sip of his drink… "Snarky as always y/n" He sighed "Why did we ever stop hanging out ?"
You bit your lip, you cut off contact with 5wirl after your messy breakup. Heizou noticed your sudden uneasiness in his question. You placed your hand over his and smiled "Don't worry im fine now and yes it is because of him". Heizou nodded "Im glad you're doing better, we actually clowned him for being stupid" You giggled at his rant about them just teasing scara. Talking about him made you uneasy at first especially since you imagined the same violet hair in the distance…its probably nothing.
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Alastor x F!Overlord!Reader
AN: this is the result of the first poll I posted, Alastor won so here we are!
I’ve kinda broken this into two bits in this one shot, there’s a warning farther down if you want to keep within the ideas of “headcannon” but farther below I have the start of a story, I got a bit carried away and am too far gone to delete it.
⚠️Warnings: mentions of blood, death, weapons, smoking, maybe 1 instance of cannibalism ( but its more in the sense of revenge rather than a canabalistic reader) (idk man it’s hell if your triggered don’t read 😭) this is really long already so I might just break it up or continue it to make a part 2. I have a LOOOOOOT of references in here to so many things, if you guys can pick up on them leave a comment and I’ll tag list you in my next fic if you want! Or don’t I honestly couldn’t care less it’s just for fun :p
Reader is referred to with afab terms.
Pt2-
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• In your life you tried to stay on “the right” path. Your parents raised you right, you tried your hardest to be nice, and where always on your best behavior, but after getting the short end of the stick for too long you kinda… loose it.
• You ended up in hell after a night out partying with some of your most valued clients, when you went to drive yourself home the heel of your stiletto got stuck under the gas pedal, as you tried to pull it out you took your eyes off the road and 💥 BAM 💥 you where hit by a large grocer truck.
•Opening your eyes to a red wasteland, the bright flash of lights and the smell of brimstone flood your senses. Looking down to try and gather your bearings you notice your whole body wasn’t (skn/tn) anymore… it was marble grey?
“Where… where am I?” I mumbled under my breath, trying to gather my surroundings, a bright flashing catches my eyes, a gigantic neon sign in the sky gives me my anwser…
“Welcome to Hell!!!”
“Hell…. I’M DEAD?!!!!” I groaned out through barred teeth and stood to my feet, looking around I saw definite signs, this was Hell alright. A blood red sky, fires everywhere, little sinners running around stabbing and shooting one another.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, ALL MY WORK, MY SHOPPING EMPIRE, MY CLOSET, MY AWARDS, MY EVERYTHING, RAAAAAAHHH!!!” In my anger I grabbed the nearest sinner and threw them to the ground, putting my foot between their shoulder blades and grabbing their arms.
“You’re gonna tell me right now, what the hell is going on, WHY AM I DEAD AND HERE-” I shouted in their ear, seeing blood come out… oh shit I probably burst their ear drum… oh well, I’ve done that plenty of times to my assistants.
“D-d-do you mean, like in hell, or or just this area?” They questioned nervously. To be fair they were a scrawny little thing…
“What in the-“ I paused to look around, then referred back to this little shit “actually HELL are you talking about?”
“W-w-well, you must, *gulp* you must be new here, huh?” It asked with a weary smile and a weak little laugh, probably trying to ease the tension. “Well, down… down here, we uh, we have overlords who- who rule certain areas, we’re in Ms.Leefolt’s t-t-t-territory right now, I mean, our king Lucifer, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar rule all of hell…”
“Well, that certainly is… intresting.” I smirk and stand up, releasing his arms but not letting my foot off his back. “So these, overlords… are they appointed by your king, or born into or something?” I question with a sharp red nail in between my teeth, thinking…
“No, no ma’am just, just anyone who’s ballsy enough to, to, take over enough territory and have enough demons- sell them their souls in exchange for something. Umm- if it’s not too much of a bother, could you let me go… I- I can feel my ribs crushing under me…” it started wheezing out and trying to get a hand under its chest to place a barrier between their chest and the ground.
“Hm, well if that’s all true, I can’t let some little thing like you going around gossiping about me.” I growled looking down at this freak… pressing my heel into his spine harder.
“No! No please, I won’t say a thing I promise!! Just let me go, please… pleas-“
SPLAT-
“Whoops, my bad, I slipped.” I reasoned, pulling my now bloody leg out of his torso.
“Ohh, eeeeeew eweweweweweweeew, I’ve got bits of his, ugh, lung on my heels.” Flicking away the bits of organ from my shoes, I take a breath and another look around but this time in a planning sense. Overlords huh, well, I’ll just have to see how much this ‘miss leefolt’ likes the taste of arsenic, I wonder when the last time she had a homemade pie was….
• So of course to establish some dominance in my new living arrangement, I gutted that bitch from the inside out. I took her territory, her power, her souls, even her manor. When I went to her office to kill her I found the deed to her house and all the contracts of sinners who gave her their souls in a pretty shittily hidden safe.
• I mean, I had to work so hard to build my life up just for a stupid grocer to end it all, so this is fine… right?
• The years go by and the world changes, you became one of the most powerful and influential overlords in hell, re-establishing your power once held on earth to a business in hell. Rosie and Velvet quickly becoming your closest friends, Velvet in a more business sense and Rosie being your go to gossip gal. Both of you having elegant and refined tastes. You and Husk became friends over talking shit in a casino one night, and remained friends after his downfall. He talks to you about this, radio demon, from time to time but you haven’t heard much of him
Little do you know he knows almost everything about you~
• Your walking around Cannibal Town one day waiting for Rosie to finish a meeting, watching children run around and little carts selling all kinds of body related snacks.
I lost a bit of my sense of surrounding and almost tripped on a kid running around with his friend throwing a head back and fourth.
"Jerermy! Stop playing with your lunch and apologize to that nice lady you almost ran into."
"Sorry miss, I didn't mean too." He said looking down at the head ashamedly, then offering me a piece of the cheek. "Would you like some of this face? It's really good." He looked up at me with an excited look. "Oh thank you, but I'm waiting for lunch with my friend, I'll go to the butcher and get some though, it looks really good." I smiled my pointy teeth at him, patted his head and motioned him back to his mother, she waved to me and I nodded my head back, thinking it was time for Rosie to be done by now.
"My my, with your reputation of anger issues I would assume you would tear that poor child into bits upon realization." A staticky voice spoke behind me, tilting my head back but not my body as I don't know who it is. I look him up and down, his outfit and cane/staff thingy give off quite the powerful impression. "My, mhm, reputation?" I pester raising my eyebrow.
"Ah-hahahaha, My name's Alastor, its quite a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He introduced reaching for the back of my hand to place a kiss. Him saying his name reminded me, I too finally recognized the name. "Oh, Rosie has told me much about you." The radio demon, his names been brought up many times around cannibal town since he frequented their shops and small town locals.
"Oh yes, Rosie is one of my dearest friends" He replied linking our elbows and started walking towards the shop. "Mine as well, she is quite the darling, so let me ask you now, where you just standing there when I got to the park, or where you going to follow me in silence since I left the emporium~" He didn't stutter in his step but my revelation made the air feel a bit more, weary on his side. Reaching into my hand purse I grabbed my lipstick and hand mirror and paused my walk to apply a touch more. Looking just past my lips in the reflection I saw his eyes in the back corner snap to my down, then back up to my eyes with a tight smile. "Well, are you coming? I know Rosie hates to be kept waiting." I snapped it shut and outreached my elbow waiting for him to link his so that we could start the traverse back to Rosie's.
• After our little group luncheon with Rosie, Alastor and you didn't verbally indicate that you were closer in any sense. But physically you swayed like two tree's. Brushing branches back and fourth with the breeze, restless and apart yet labeled as "together"
• You started doing weekly business deals, him acquiring land and souls for you, and all he asked in returns is he uses that land and those souls as he pleases. Which honestly isn't a lot. When he pulls people or their shadows to come help at the hotel- their mostly your people but he always sends them back to whence they came.
• He likes to pretend he doesn't necessarily care for being around you, however he's always looking for time you two can be together, or even thinking of each other. On his radio show he'll mention new shopping, eating, entertainment locations on your turf. He knows you listen when your able to. Sometimes he uses his power to let his station be the only one playing where ever you are. In the car, in a shopping store, you could be sitting in the bathroom and it would get to the point where you can hear it from the vents. Making you roll your eyes and finish your business so you could get to your office to listen to the radio.
• Truth be told... you where falling to his whims as well. Alastor didn't necessarily have "territory" but many places in one area he had influence in and quite often frequented. When you had rips or damage to your very expensive very delicacy clothing you would walk with him to the seamstress, and afterwards you would often get tea or lunch together. Maybe he knows a good diner or two and ya’ll will sit there and eat, then get a milkshake (mostly bc you wanted one, he just indulges to make you happy though he doesn’t care for the cold sweet taste) and drink it through two straws, awwwwwwwwwwwwe!!
• When either of you knew of prestigious events happening around you invite the other to be your plus one. You go shop together to find outfits for the occasion. You started attending overlord meetings together, with yourself sat on the opposite side of Rosie, sending each other glances and touches under the table whenever Rosie wasn't looking or walked away for a brief moment. At the events you stay close together and often stand away from the crowd, whispering and gossiping together, allowing yourself a to drink silly, little do you know how well he can hold his liquor and often will be the one making sure YOU get home. Sometimes you wake up still dressed, like the gentleman he is, and sometimes you’ll wake up in some red pajama set…. Like the gentleman he is, he’s not gonna let you sleep in an uncomfortable outfit. But he’s respectful about it.
• He often send subliminal messages through your radio to help you fall asleep, to push you to coming to see him, to maybe just stay in your town if he knew something really bad was going on outside. His favorite to do is when your falling asleep he’ll play the calmest songs from his time to comfort you as you drift off.
• When he officially asked to court you he compared you to the beautiful crimson of the sky, saying your cheeks where more bright and delightful to gaze at then the morning sky, when it was particularly bright. All kinds of poetic gestures, sending crows to your windows, sending your gifts of bodies with knives in them, and the knives had small notes left for you on some quote from a book you like. Now how he knows those are your favorite books are beyond you…. you don’t talk about your books much but, maybe he’s seen you reading it at some random point in time? Who knows, not you.
• He’s all in all not a bad partner, of course when you want to go out he usually goes along with what you want to do but if there’s something he refuses to do, his claws are sinking into your arms to keep you from dragging him to do it.
• His smile is genuine around you and you adore when he lets you pet his ears~ he’s not that intimate early on in the relationship but when your just sitting on a couch or watching the sun set from somewhere and you just reach over and pet his ears, he is putty in your hands, physically he keeps his compose fairly well but inside he’s willing to do anything to keep you touching his ears, telling himself he would sell YOU his soul if it meant you wouldn’t stop, petting his ears and helping him groom his antlers, don’t even get me started on the tail… oh wait he’s already got something going on with that… well darn… hopefully you will keep accepting his caring actions rather than push them away.
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• One night some sinner had gotten into your liquor stash and drank himself ditzy, you chased him into an ally way, looking to end his fucking life. Most of those where gifts from clients that most likely had aphrodisiacs and at the time where trying to get down your pants, but he drank from one of the few special bottles Alastor had gifted you and you went ballistic. You ended up catching him and killing him, and taking a tip from Rosie and ripped some of his limbs off, letting yourself indulge in the taste of warm, liquor filled blood. When you came too you realized you didn't know where you had chased him. Now covered in blood, liquor, rain, mud and whatever mess you stepped in on your way over. Seeing the iluminating lights of the sign for the Hazbin Hotel, your only thought was to try and get to Alastor.
*knock knock knock*
*creeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*
"Oh! Oh my gosh, hi! Come in Come in. " An ecstatic girl ushered you inside, making a towel appear seemingly out of nowhere and helping you dry off. "I'm Charlie, whats your name?"
"Oh, how rude of me" I respond trying to shake off my chills, my nose starts to get a bit runny. "Uhm I'm Y/N, I don't mean to sound intrusive- uh is Alastor here?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to just barge in but after the night I've had I wasn't in too much of a mood for pleasantries.
"Oh yes! Here, why don't you sit at the bar, have some tea or water or something and I'll run up to his radio tower." She sat me down at a bar stool and walked away. The bartender was turned around already whipping me up something.
"So he's got you wrapped up here huh?" I inquired with a smirk, resting my hands under my chin and trying to keep a little composure. His wings ruffled a little bit before he reached for my favorite hell made brand of brandy, my cotten candy brandy, I'm not one for sweets but I love the zing it gives you. The kind where you loose your vision for a good 7 seconds.
"You haven't usually been one to be a stranger, what gives?" Husk asked turning around handing me my drink and a bowl of pretzels.
"Well when I saw you weren't at your usual gambling tables I didn't think to question it, thought you where maybe getting more chips... ooooor hooking up in the chip room.... ooooor selling even MORE of your soul, if that's even possible, maybe like your wings or your feathers or, like your body as a human shield in the next extermination, never thought you'd be here slinging drinks." I shrugged swirling my drinks around the glass before taking a sip.
Before he could respond he took a bit of a step back and growled really low and deep in his throat.
"Ah yes well he owed me a favor and since I took an investment in this hotel I needed a little work on it done." Alastor came up behind me with a warm towel wrapping it around my shoulders as the one Charlie gave me was wrapped around my waist keeping my legs warm... unfortunatly the sinner got caught at a bad time, I was in the middle of 'me time' before bed and was in my good silk nighty. Glad I walked to my office with my fuzzy robe and ballet slippers. I feel really warm and fuzzy, my heads all….. comfy now… is that static coming from Alast-
"Oh deerest your all wet, would you like to come up and I can help you clean up." He asked you shaking the towel on your shoulders helping you sit up. "Oh yes please" you responded looking at him with sad tired eyes.
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I took a sip of the warm tea Alastor had made me and laid back in the bath, taking it all in. I WAS just planning a quiet evening in at home, maybe snack on some treats I got in the Gluttony ring, watch some hells soap operas. Now I’m here, in my beau’s bathroom, relaxing… maybe I can convince him to let me up to his radio tower to listen to his late night show live, oh that would be fun. I wonder what it looks like up there? I’ve only ever seen his actual town house… a little ways away from town-
*CRASH *
“What the fuck?!” I sat up so fast I almost slipped, sitting on my butt… in the tub…. Shit did he spike my tea?
“Alastor? Is everything okay?” I asked loudly. Standing up carefully keeping three points of contact with the tub and the floor. I reached for a different robe he had given me, a soft red fluffy one, with (what I hope is faux ) fur along the collar and wrists.
Walking towards the bathroom door very carefully I cautiously reached for the shiny silver handle. Telling myself it’s okay but feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, and the handle was the top of the pit…
“Alastor?” I called out again, once more not getting an answer, bringing my hands to my mouth when I heard a large thump out there, trying to keeping my composure… oh what the hell they know I’m here already. I went to turn the handle what the door got pushed in, had I been able to see what happened I would’ve seen Alastor in his demonic form and it probably would’ve scared the actual shit outta me… but NOPE
I went to open the door when it got pushed open and a bright blue flash covered all of my vision and made me feel… kinda tried… but I’m awake, almost like I’m not in my body… it’s… really hard……. To keep my….. keep my eyes …………………………….………open…….
• You collapsed to the floor slowly breathing, in a trance, feeling some sharper claws pick you up bridal style, if you weren’t so dazed out you would see Alastor frozen in time… like a paused TV… unable to get to you, or subdue your captor. You still had enough conscience to hear a muffled voice talking to a phone~
“Yeah we got her… foil chains worke—“
“Get her ba-“
“…. Longer you take the quicker……….. flasher wears-“
• Last thing you could remember hearing before completing falling out was a radio scramble in your brain, the sound going from a hollow scraggly to a tight scraggle- like turning the tv in between stations………
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AN: WELLLLL WHAT DID YA THINK???? Did you skip to down here or did you read the WHOLE thing. I really hope ya’ll like this, I’m so excited to make part 2, and maybe 3 or 4 depending on how far this goes.
Thank you to anyone who reads this and interacts in any way shape or form!!! Even if it’s just reading :) HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND REMEMBER
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Dirty tongue
~🖤🔞🖤~
Simon “ghost” Riley x fem!reader (code name Fox)
Warnings/tags: just smut, I know very little about cod, blowjob, cum swallowing, reader is very flirty, I guess public sex If you squint, size difference, ghost is injured, blood, spit, tears, yeah idk what else it’s smut you probably know what to expect.
Notes: I don’t feel that proud of this but I hope you enjoy it, please comment and share if you do! Will probably do a part two.
‼️Minors dni! NSFW under the cut‼️
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Ghost had become accustomed to your lecherous comments and behaviour, no matter how many times he made you drop and do 20 you never gave in. In fact, you’d probably make a joke about how no man’s ever made you sweat so much. Ghost just accepted there was no changing you, It was probably your way of coping he guessed, it was hard doing this job so he couldn’t really blame you for trying to loosen the mood with a few dirty jokes.
Not that he minded at all having a hot woman making perverted jokes about him…In fact he’d say that he liked them a bit too much. It was that reason he so desperately wanted you to stop sometimes, he hated the way his cock would betray him when you made dirty comments.
Fuck knows the last time he got his dick wet and touching himself was near impossible most the time, he was depraved, frustrated.
He knew for sure that if you ever made even a hint that you weren’t joking he’d be all over you in an embarrassing time.
Right now you were tarring the squad van out of enemy territory with Ghost in the passenger seat clutching his shoulder making incredibly questionable moans.
“Shit”
he whispered through gritted teeth as you hit a bump
“sorry sir, roads a bit bumpy”
you apologised, watching him from the corner of your eye. The grimace of pain that was painted in his eyes was…oddly attractive “Hmm fuck” his voice purred right in your chest
“Jesus L.T you been shot or are you getting your dick sucked?”
You bantered. He shifted in his seat, blood trickling between his fingers
“don’t think you’d know what that sounds like sweetheart”
he retorted and you chuckled “no but I’d loveee to find out” you smirked and ghost just glared “shut the fuck up fox” he said flatly.
“Oooh you gonna make me sir?”
You giggled knowing full well you were pushing your luck now, Ghosts grip tightened and he sighed hard “drive” was all he said with a tone you don’t hear from him often. You lifted your hands apologetically with out leaving the wheel
“alright, alright, I’ll stop….how you holding up?”
You asked, changing the subject. Your lieutenant rested his head back onto the seat “I’m fine, just keep your eyes on the road” you could tell he wasn’t really okay but you knew better than to challenge your superior and so you focused on getting to base as fast as possible.
You pulled up fast outside the medic tent and quickly got out to open the passenger door for him, you wanted to offer your hand for support but you knew better than that. After you’d seen ghost inside and made sure the medic was seeing to his gun shot wound you went to quickly freshen yourself up before being called to help distribute some supplies.
You saw one labeled first aid and you quickly picked it up, seizing your chance to go check on your lieutenant. You pushed through the tent opening and surprisingly found it quite empty, only the medic could be seen washing his hands. You placed the supply box down on a bench nearby
“how’s he doing?”
You asked and the medic chuckled “well..he’s patched up” he nodded his head to one of the tented off areas at the back and you nodded in acknowledgement.
“Lieutenaaant”
you sang out before gently pulling back the sheet that covered the space, your eyes quickly met the form of ghosts topless body, littered with old scars and bruises that were still healing. A thick bandage now covered the fresh entry and exit wound on his shoulder from the bullet.
Your eyes trailed the length of his muscular body, taking note of the prominent veins that popped beneath his weirdly soft looking skin. Of course he was still wearing that damn balaclava, his blood soaked shirt discarded on the floor
“oh hellooo sailor”
you whistle with a raise of your eyebrows. Ghost, for once in his life, looked surprised before it quickly turned to his usual grimace, he sighed heavy as he lent back onto the cart that held medical supplies
“the hell are you doing in here?”
He questioned. Your eyes were still fixed on his body, taking every moment to savour the most amount of skin you’d ever seen of this man
“just droppin’ off a box of supplies and thought I’d check in on ya….glad I did”
you giggled finally meeting his eyes. Ghost folded his arms, chest being pushed up against his forearms and you noticed the little amused huff he gave. Despite his usual cold demeanour you could tell he found your banter amusing at times, like a dad who didn’t want to laugh at his child’s inappropriate jokes because the wife would tell him off.
He had to keep up the power balance of him being your lieutenant, can’t have you thinking you’re allowed to step out of line. Not with out punishment that is
“You should get back to it then soldier… t’s not wise to be ogling your superior”
he said lowly but you only stepped closer, too close
“awh come on sir, at least let me savour the view first…ya know, for later” you smirked and he swallowed thickly at your hint. The implication you’d touch yourself to the image of him was too much, it was sending his mind into overdrive.
It wasn’t often he stopped using his brain and started being controlled by his dick but right now he was so fucking horny just being alone in this tented off space was enough to get his hormones flipping out.
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you ya know that”
he purred, his eyes going dark and palms sweating as he looked down at you, so fucking close he thought, he could be on you before you even had time to realise.
“so I’ve been told” you replied and you dared to try touch his chest but your wrist was quickly gripped hard.
“s’gonna get you in a lot of trouble one day”
his voice low and heavy as he glared down at you still holding your wrist in a vice grip, your heart beating a million miles an hour at the close proximity and tension that weighs heavy in your throat every time you breathe. The air felt thick, this was different to your usual flirty banter, felt like the tension had finally reached the limit and had nothing to do but snap.
“I believe it already has sir”
your voice barely a whisper, you were really walking on thin ice now
“it appears so”
he said, you maintained the heavy eye contact he was holding as his hand slipped from your wrist and traveled up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its path. Reaching your shoulder and then your neck, thumb grazing over your pulse, he noticed the way it was thumping under his touch.
He gently grazed your jawline before slipping his grip into the back of your hair, so fast you couldn’t even register the movement. You inhaled sharply at the tight tug on the roots of your hair, your hand instinctively coming to hold onto his wrist. You both stared silently for a moment before ghost lent in, resting right by your ear, you could hardly breathe
“you wanna know what I really sound like?”
For a split second you didn’t understand, until you remembered what you’d said in the truck earlier and suddenly it felt like your stomach may vacate your body.
“Y..yes sir”
you said breathlessly, the mask of your nonchalant flirtatious attitude slipping away as it suddenly became reality. Ghost lent back, his grip loosening and coming to hook under your jaw, pulling your eyes up to meet his since he was just so much fucking taller than you.
“go on then”
he cocked a brow and you could hear the smirk in his voice, the cocky shit, you felt like a deer in the headlights of an 18 wheeler.
“really?” you questioned in disbelief, he rested back onto the cart again and waited expectingly “really” he repeated. You blinked, wide eyed while your brain rebooted, slowly falling to your knees just in front of him, your face for sure flushed a deep shade of pink.
He felt the tension in his pants grow almost impossibly tighter at the sight, the anticipation of what you were going to do, he couldn’t remember the last time he got his dick sucked.
Too long for sure.
You fumbled with his heavy belt, the significant bulge reaching down the inside of his thigh made your hands sweaty as you pictured it. You ran your fingers over the length, earning a heavy sigh from the man and then placed a trail of kisses down to the tip which had him grinding his hips forward.
Every time you glanced up you were met with that constant eye contact, making your heart pound over and over. Now that you’d unbuckled his belt and pants it was time to free the monster so to speak, shit you were nervous, what if he didn’t like it? Thought you were shit, what if you fucked up and scraped your teeth against him? Oh the embarrassment. Worst of all what if you couldn’t make him cum? Fuck, you’d have to leave the task force for sure, move country, get a new profession, change your name.
All the over thinking was making your mouth dry and that was definitely not what you needed before sucking a dick. You closed your eyes and shook your head ever so gently to mentally reset yourself and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread on your face as you realised just how crazy this was “something funny?” Ghost questioned and you shook your head
“no….well, just this is so crazy, I mean I’m actually about to suck your dick. You, my lieutenant”
ghost hummed in acknowledgement.
“quite the situation you’ve got yourself into sweetheart”
he purred, reaching to pull the band of his boxers down exposing the base of his cock, thick veins snaking down his shaft. You felt yourself throbbing at the sight, the way his hands looked, the veins on his arms and flexed muscles, the trail of hair from his belly button.
The scent of natural musk and sweat coming from him had you feeling almost animalistic, slick coating your underwear
“hmm come on sir, get your cock out already, I’m dying to see”
you bit your lip. Trailing your hands along the soft skin of his abdomen he throbbed when you got inches away from his dick
“shit, dirty girl”
he hummed as he finally pulled himself free, thick and heavy hanging over the waist of his boxers and pants. Oh my fucking god it was gorgeous, perfect, mouth watering. You wasted no time taking hold of it, your fingers just barely connecting
“holy shit L.T how do you walk with this thing?” You said bewildered.
“I’d say a 3rd leg makes walking easier”
he quipped, fuck he’s self aware “fuck off” you bantered and ghost chuckled.
It kept throbbing in your grip, heavy as you stroked the full length, a clear bead seeping from the tip which you eagerly dragged along your tongue while your eyes stayed locked on his. The feeling of your tongue sent a shiver up his spine, the hairs on his arm standing on end as he stared at your mouth.
The hot, wet hole he wanted to fuck so bad taunting him and when you finally sealed your lips around the head he groaned almost pathetically desperate. You wished you had the self control to slowly tease him, working his dick until he whined and begged but right now you just wanted him to fuck your mouth. Wanted to feel him sitting hot and heavy on your tongue, wanted his blunt head to force it’s way down your throat, wanted to taste the salty thick cum at the end of it all and prove your loyalty by swallowing it. Ghosts head lolled back as the pleasure swept his body
“fuuuuck”
he groaned deeply, his hand coming down to encompass the back of your head, almost able to fully cover the circumference. You hummed with lust while taking him as deep as you could, it wasn’t his full length but it didn’t seem like he minded, probably just happy to be getting his dick sucked.
He held your head steady and ever so gently fucked his hips into you, spit started to slip down your chin, the thickness of his dick pushing it out with every movement. Ghost never let up on his noises, moaning and purring deep in his throat constantly, it would be no secret what was going on behind these curtains if anyone overheard.
One hand stayed braced on his muscular thigh as you moved the other to cup his heavy balls, he jolted a bit at the touch but soon cursed hard when you started gently fondling them.
“Bloody hell fox”
it was laced with his heavy accent “shit that’s good” his hold on the back of your head suddenly became a tight grip, once again tugging on your hair. You were no longer in control of your head, ghost taking complete dominance, you just had to do your best to not choke or gag but tears were starting to weep from your eyes. When ghost looked down to see your sweet eyes filled with glossy tears, eyebrows furrowed together and soft pink-lips parted over his cock he felt his balls tighten painfully
“oh sweetheart..keep looking at me like that and I won’t last”
That didn’t exactly make you stop, the idea you could make him cum so easy was only incentive for you, wanted him to never forget it. You took the hand that was playing with his balls and wrapped it around the head of his cock, placing your mouth on the end and stroking down his length until it entered your mouth again.
You used your hand and mouth to jerk him off for probably all of 5 seconds before he was forcing your movements to still, breathing out a heavy
“careful”
it was a low husk laced with lust. You smirked devilishly “why?” Continuing to lick the tip but his tight grip in your hair soon pulled you away but you quickly defied him and continued working your hand.
Eventually ghost gave up trying to resist, giving in to your movements and releasing his grip on you in favour of leaning back
“Jesus christ”
he said in ecstasy, you felt him trembling, twitching and throbbing all over. He was close, so close and you never imagined such a wall of a man to be so vocal and trembling when getting his dick sucked. Ghost could feel the twinge every time your hand slid over the sensitive tip, he wouldn’t lie he felt embarrassed to be cuming so fast but shit you knew how to work his cock.
When he started practically panting and knuckles going white you knew that was the cue so you stuck out your tongue and stroked him against it. That face, that fucking face, eyes blown with lust, hot tongue acting as a pillow for his dick, Jesus it had him cuming hard.
Thick globs of hot white coating your tongue and lips as he moaned like a porn star, you’re gonna replay that sound in your memory so many times for sure. His chest still heaved as he burned the image of his cum decorating your mouth into his wank bank.
“Fuck, keep looking at me”
he husked, cock still bobbing with post orgasm sensitivity “look so good like that” he watched as you used your tongue to swipe his cum from your lips.
As you were still licking the mess up you both heard someone enter the tent, ghost quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and you just about got to your feet before footsteps approached the bay “L.T?” Soaps voice called.
Your eyes shot wide and ghost gave you a look that said “act fuckin’ normal” as he called back to the man, your comrade pulled back the curtain and raised a brow when he saw you both.
“S’goin on in here?“
he smiled suspiciously “Johnny” ghosts commanding voice replied as though he wasn’t just trembling and whining moments ago. Soap flicked his eyes between you two, your hair still slightly messed and face flushed, he was definitely suspicious but he remained casual
“just checkin you’re good sir, been in here a while is all, men were askin”
he motioned behind him. Ghost cleared his throat, noticing the way his belt was still loosely undone
“I’m fine McTavish, take more than a bullet to the shoulder to kill me”
and soap laughed “too right L.T”. Soap gave a gentle nod to ghost and winked at you before starting to leave when he stoped in his tracks
“oh sir…put a shirt on, yeah?”
He smirked and left leaving the both of you to linger in the embarrassment. When your eyes flicked back to ghost his gaze was already fixed on you, he gestured for you to come to him and you did. He stroked your face, moving your hair out the way
“I guess I should go”
you mumbled kinda forlornly and ghost hummed in agreement. His hand snaked down your waist to your ass and squeezed a handful “come to my tent later” he suggested against the skin of your neck, clothed lips leaving a trail.
“Oh? Was that not enough? You horndog lieutenant”
You joked but your breath hitched when one of his hands moved to your waistline and teased at the skin underneath. Your heart was racing again
“Hmm no, I’m just not the kind of guy to not return the favour”
Oh, oh my god. You bit your lip at the thought
“Is that so?”
“It is”
“Well then, my hands are tied” you smirked before placing a longing gentle kiss over his balaclava, having to get on the balls of your feet to reach.
“Go on soldier” Ghost smacked your ass as you turned to leave, making you flinch, and you had to quickly wipe the wide smile from your face before you left the med tent.
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Ok- last one until I be a productive worker (send help)
How would Gojo react if the reader one day gets annoyed he’s so tall and just,, tackles his kneecaps.
Like does he eat children to be so tall??
Thank you!!! <3
I will break your kneecaps.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.
Tags: Fluff, crack.
Synopsis: Gojo and his height are so fucking annoying. Also, beating up Satoru is always morally correct.
Author's notes: I THINK ABOUT THIS SO MUCH IT ANNOYS ME
Gojo Satoru. A 6'3ft tall giant, a menace, who probably wasn't born to protect the world but much rather, to your dismay, was born to irritate you every breathing moment. You frankly wanted to kill him this instant, end the guy who was desperately trying to 'find' you sobbing about how much he misses his beloved s/o while turning every stone, well household items in this regard.
No, you aren't lost. You're right in front of him but well he won't even acknowledge how you are glaring at him, at least not until he's had enough fun.
"This is taking longer than usual... Is y/n lost?" he murmured to himself, concerned as he placed a hand top on your head. You were reaching your limit as you exhaled loudly before kicking the back of his knees making him buckle forward and causing him to fall on his knees.
"Y/N!!!!! HERE YOU AREEE!!" He cheers LOUDLY before pulling into a tight hug. "I was so worried for you" He continues, looking up at you, giving you his puppy eyes while pouting slightly "You almost scared me!"
You both know he is enjoying this little game a bit too much. He isn't even trying to hide his joy anymore, grinning from ear to ear, naught laced with his tone "Well, won't you kiss me n-" Before he could even finish his sentence he feels a sudden kick in his gut making him stumble backward. "Babe that's rude!!"
"RUDE??? Wait till I break your kneecaps and permanently reduce your height, c'mere Satoru." You command, to which he just laughs before backing up a bit and going around the couch.
This doesn't help how this started a chase all around the house which makes you hate his long legs even more. And you're pretty sure he's accidentally caused a few things to fall over while running away from you.
"BABEE FORGIVE ME I'LL BUY YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT"
"IM TAKING YOUR KNEES AWAY YOU CHILD EATER" You're accusing him of random things at this point. Does it make sense? No. Do you care? Absolutely not.
"CHILD EATER??" Satoru laughs like a hyena at your ridiculous accusation. "Where did that even come from???"
"Dunno. You're probably doing some cultish things to get so tall"
The chase ends when he leaps onto the couch from behind it and pulls you onto his lap before trying to placate you.
"Please forgive me? I definitely won't do it again!!" he coos pouting, giving you his puppy eyes which you try to resist.
"You're sleeping on the couch" You declare.
"But-"
"Couch."
"...alright" he sighs before giving you a tight kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.
You both know he's not gonna sleep on the couch, you both know he's never gonna stop annoying you. But you both know you're enjoying this.
[Requests are open]
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Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.
Sick Daddy /concept/
AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo
This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff
{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }
word count- 566
You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.
You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.
Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."
Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."
With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."
Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."
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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.
When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."
Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."
Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"
Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."
Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.
Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.
It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.
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How would htp!Tango go with the bit from Limited Life episode 4 when he's running from everyone?
How would it be different from the actual scene?
(not canon to HTP ofc because the timelines don’t match up but HEY i like angst)
"tango!" skizz calls desperately, peering out over the ocean. he could’ve sworn he’d heard tango’s voice when he came this way, but the range of amplification their voices get from the proximity mod can be a little tricky sometimes-
“skizz?”
tango’s voice crackles out of skizz’s communicator; he must be in range, after all. but skizz doesn’t relax just yet. crouching by the water’s edge, he scans the waves intently. his grip tightens around his axe.
"alright, where are you, dude?" he asks, voice low. he keeps the horizon in his periphery; he can just barely make out the horde of yellow names off on the distant shore, digging and searching for tango.
“r- right below you.” tango’s voice is shaky; probably from the adrenaline. being hunted by almost the entire server isn’t exactly a picnic. “where- is impulse with you? or- or etho?”
skizz shakes his head, even though he knows tango can’t see it. “no dude, they’re running interference, okay, but it won’t be long before the others see me over here.” he swallows. “you gotta let me kill you.”
there’s a brief silence.
“okay.” tango’s voice is barely audible. the tone of it gives skizz pause; that sounds like more than just nerves. “okay, o- okay, fine, i’m- i’m fine with that.”
“are you?” skizz asks, his brows furrowing.
“i…” there’s a shuddering exhale. “i don’t- i’d rather it be you, if- if i’m honest. the others, they might…” he breaks off, making a distressed sound in the back of his throat. “y- you know.”
there’s definitely something wrong. skizz’s heart is starting to pound, but he keeps his voice steady. “alright, yeah. this is gonna stick it to them so bad.” he lifts his communicator up and peers through its lens. “can you give me a quick tag, buddy?”
tango doesn’t reply, but skizz sees the flash of a gamer tag beneath the ocean before it vanishes again. tango’s not taking any chances, apparently. not that skizz can blame him.
“you’re pretty deep underwater, dude,” skizz informs him regretfully. “and i don’t- ugh, i don’t have my stupid shovel.”
tango inhales sharply. “i- i can’t- uh, can you…?”
“okay,” skizz murmurs. he knows tango won’t be harmed by water like a real blaze, but it’s uncomfortable even on the best of days and that’d be a lot to ask of him right now. “alright, i’ll come to you. stay put, okay?”
“okay,” tango whispers.
“there a hole for me, buddy?” skizz asks, putting his axe away.
“yes.”
“alright.” skizz straightens up, folding his wing tightly against his body. even one wing will cause a lot of drag underwater and he’s already not looking forward to soggy feathers. “i’m on my way, just hang on.”
taking a deep breath, skizz dives into the ocean.
salt stings his eyes as he swims towards the sand at the bottom. it’s darker down here than he’s expecting for midday, only the faint glow from his halo allowing him to see. he starts digging as soon as he reaches the bottom, hoping he’s in the right place. he’s acutely aware of how long he can hold his breath for and the last thing he needs is a stupid drowning death to steal even more time from him-
a figure enters his field of vision, making him jolt. it’s scott, his freshly yellow timer barely visible in the deep. still holding his breath, skizz equips his axe.
scott actually rolls his eyes. “i’m not gonna kill him, don’t worry.” his voice carries well underwater, and he doesn’t seem to have trouble breathing. must be due to those recently acquired gills of his.
well, that’s fortunate. skizz nods quickly and puts his axe away before resuming his digging. to his surprise, scott floats down next to him and starts helping, his webbed fingers making easy work of the sand. after a couple seconds, they’ve cleared enough sand for skizz to see a hold in the underlying stone, with a faint light beyond it. lungs burning, skizz dives for it.
he makes it through right as the first damage hits him, head breaking through the water with a gasp. kicking against the current, he finally emerges from the ocean. gravity once again takes hold of him. he flops onto the damp stone floor quite ungracefully, his wing heavy and pulling him slightly off-balance.
skizz hauls himself to his feet, dripping wet and catching his breath, and looks around the cave tango’s carved out for himself. it’s tiny, with just three blocks between them, and lit only by the glow of tango’s blaze rods. they’re redder than usual and roaring with flames, whirling above his head in agitation- the way a blaze spins before it starts shooting fireballs.
tango himself doesn’t seem to be doing any better. he’s crouched against a corner, his arms wrapped around his knees, claws digging into his skin. his pupils are blown, so much so that it almost makes his wide eyes look completely black. his chest is rising and falling rapidly, and the noise that comes with each breath sounds disturbingly like a blaze. his mouth hangs slightly parted as he pants, lips drawn back to show his sharp teeth- like a wolf does. but there’s no ferocity in his expression; just sick fear.
altogether, the sight sends a chill down skizz’s spine. it’s like he’s looking at an animal; a cornered, terrified, wild animal. there have been things in the past tango’s reacted strangely to, sure, but skizz has never seen it this bad before. god, he wishes impulse was here.
“hey, tango,” skizz says softly.
for a moment, tango just stares at skizz. then his eyes dart to the side, to the hole in the stone. belatedly, skizz realizes what’s got tango so concerned.
“scott,” he calls carefully, keeping his gaze on tango, “just uh, just stay out there, okay, dude?”
a dark shadow passes by the hole before vanishing. “you’re fine, just get on with it!”
skizz swallows. he stays where he is. “tango, buddy, you okay? talk to me.”
tango’s gaze cuts back to skizz. “is martyn…?”
“no, no martyn,” skizz assures him.
tango takes a shaky breath. “i killed him,” he says hoarsely. “he- he’ll want revenge. and- and the other yellows- you have to kill me, before they find me. skizz, please.”
“hey, hey, hey, it’s alright,” skizz soothes, despite the way his heart feels like it’s twisting itself into a knot. he never thought tango would fear the other players so badly; these are his friends. “you got it. what do you- uh, how do you want me to do it?”
“TNT?” tango asks quietly. “if you light it…”
“alright, yeah, i got some TNT,” skizz says, rummaging through his inventory and pulling out a block of it. “here, uh- you wanna just take that?”
warily, tango teaches a clawed hand out and takes the TNT. he sets it down right in front of him, flush against his folded knees.
“tango?” skizz prompts gently, pulling out his flint and steel. “i need to hear you say it, buddy.”
tango shudders. “do it,” he whispers, turning his face away. “you can kill me, you- i- i just want it to be over.”
“okay, thank you,” skizz murmurs, taking a cautious step forward. “that’s right, dude. after this, it’ll all be over. i’ll come find you at spawn, okay?”
“okay."
“i’ll see ya there. now, count to five for me?"
tango swallows. “one…”
skizz lights the TNT. the sound of sizzling fills the air as the TNT starts to flash.
"t- two..."
putting the flint and steel away, skizz turns and dives back through the hole, into the ocean. tango's voice still sounds from his communicator.
"three..."
kicking madly, skizz swims towards the surface, where scott is waiting.
"four-"
BOOM.
skizz breaks the surface, gasping for breath. he glances back down and sees a new crater at the bottom of the ocean, water and sand churning into a froth. treading water with one arm, he holds his communicator up and looks at the chat.
Tango blew up.
scott gives skizz a sidelong look. "i know how hard it is to let a teammate kill you," he says, his voice low, "but that seemed..."
"scott, buddy," skizz says tiredly, heading for the shore, "keep this between us, will ya?"
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#limited life smp#traffic smp#life series smp#hels to pay au#HTP fic#also SORRY i know u asked abt the actual chase scene#but i had such a vivid mental image for his convo w skizz#btw skizz is an angel cuz i luv that headcanon#goes so well with demon impy#sheesh this got so long
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accidental meeting | jjk
➵ summary; jungkook has to leave as an issue arises at work, leaving you to look after his son all by yourself. it’s going really well until an unexpected guest arrives.
pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader
rating; PG-13
word count; 2,301
content; oc meets the ex-wife by accident, angsty/fluffy
warnings; tiny bits of swearing, indicative in the end
a/n; another drabble for the dilf jk series !! it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months now so here ya go – enjoy ;)
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“What do you mean they’re thinking about not buying?”
You watch from your seat on Jungkook’s couch, Jihoon in your lap, playing with toys and excitingly showing them to you once in a while. You smile at the boy in your arms, accepting the toy he’s offering you before returning your focus to Jungkook who’s on the phone with one of his employees.
“These people are our best clients,” Jungkook tells the person on the other line. “We need them. We’ll lose millions without them.”
Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to whatever his employee is saying. He doesn’t look or sound too happy when he glances back at you before sighing deeply in defeat.
“Stall them, please,” Jungkook orders, “I’ll be there in 15.”
He hangs up the phone, looking back at you with apologetic eyes. You offer him a small smile, silently telling him he doesn’t need to feel bad.
“Work is a mess today,” he says as he sits down on the couch next to you. Jihoon crawls into his father’s lap, settling himself there instead but still focuses on showing you his toys and not his father. Your heart warms at the way he’s so keen on interacting with you, especially when you haven’t been around him that much yet.
“I hate asking you this but would you mind looking after Jihoon until I get back? I’ll only be an hour or so,” Jungkook says after a moment of silence, the both of you just watching Jihoon. You meet Jungkook’s eyes, your own widened in surprise.
You hadn’t expected him to ask you this, not already. In fact, you thought he would bring Jihoon along or drop him off at his ex-wife’s place before going to the office. Hesitation is evident on your face as you glance between Jungkook and Jihoon, realizing that you haven’t been alone with Jihoon yet. The thought intimidates you to say the least.
“I know it’s a lot to ask. You don’t have to, I can just bring him-“
“No, it’s fine,” you cut off Jungkook almost instantly, recovering from the slight panic you felt and smile at him. He looks at you for a moment, trying to decipher if you mean it or not. “Really, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Nodding, you lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips. Jungkook is smiling when you pull away again.
“Alright,” he sighs. You watch with a smile as he turns Jihoon to face him, telling him that he’ll be gone for a bit but that you’re gonna stay with him until he gets back. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind it, not really caring what his father says as he slides off Jungkook’s lap and runs to his room, probably to get a new toy.
“Okay, he doesn’t care at all,” Jungkook chuckles as he gets up from the couch. You follow suit, walking him to the front door. He grabs his jacket and his car keys before checking if he has his phone too. “Minji will pick him up later but I’ll be back before then,” he tells you as he steps closer.
“Alright. We’ll have lots of fun until you get back then,” you assure him, smiling up at him when you feel one of his arms slide around your waist. Your arms snake their way around his neck automatically, a rush of excitement filling your stomach as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. Before pulling away entirely, he leaves a few soft pecks against your lips.
“I’ll be quick, I promise,” he mutters.
“Go,” you whisper in response, pecking his lips one more time before pushing him towards the door. He’s grinning at you, thanking you before slipping out of the door, closing and locking it behind him. A sigh leaves you as you turn on your heel and head towards Jihoon’s room. Might as well play in his room until his father gets back. Maybe that way he won’t notice he’s gone and won’t start crying because it’s you who’s with him instead.
Everything is perfect and stress-free – no crying fits or tantrums that would scare you from having kids in the near future have unfolded so far and to be honest, you think it’s going pretty damn well. Jungkook has texted you a few times, letting you know he’ll be on his way soon. You’ve told him several times to not stress about it, that you and Jihoon are having fun and that the two of you will be just fine until he gets back.
Until you weren’t anymore, that is.
There’s knocking on the front door barely an hour after Jungkook left. You get up from the floor in Jihoon’s room, confusion written all over your face as you tell him you’ll be right back. You reach the door just as the unknown person begins to knock again. You open the door, revealing a woman. A very beautiful woman to be frank. Her features gives her away immediately and you can’t help but freeze in your spot in front of her.
This is Jihoon’s mother.
Jungkook’s ex-wife.
A woman you haven’t met yet and you’re not sure if she knows about you yet. You’ve only been dating Jungkook for a few months after all.
“Who the hell are you?” Minji asks, not greeting you whatsoever.
“I- um,” you don’t know what to tell her. To be fair, it does look kinda sketchy – a stranger in her ex-husband’s home, her son nowhere in sight. “I’m ____.”
She raises an eyebrow at you, pushing past you and wandering into Jungkook’s apartment, looking around and trying to locate Jihoon. When she doesn’t spot him on his dinosaur blanket, she turns to you with an angry expression that doesn’t sit right with you at all.
“Where’s my son?”
Before you can even think about pointing her in the direction of his room, she steps closer, arms crossed over her chest.
“Or better yet, where’s Jungkook?”
Just as you open your mouth to answer all of her questions, Jungkook walks through the front door, a content smile on his face until he spots you and his ex-wife in the middle of the living room. His face falls into a worried expression as he notices the uncomfortable look on your face. Minji quickly catches on and chuckles sarcastically.
“Oh, great! There you are,” Minji fakes a smile, looking rather unpleased as she turns her back to you and makes her way to Jungkook. “You really left your hook-up to look after our son? What the hell is wrong with you, Jungkook?”
“Oh, sorry, I’m not-“
Minji glares at you, causing you to stop talking, “honey, I don’t care what you are.”
Ouch.
“Minji…” Jungkook sighs in defeat, looking exhausted compared to when he arrived barely a minute ago. If this is what she was like when he was with her, no wonder he divorced her. You’ve just met her and you’ve already decided that you’re gonna be very careful around her. She doesn’t seem like a person you want to piss off or be on the bad side of.
“Jungkook, what won’t your son think of you when you leave him alone with women like her?”
Your eyes meet Jungkook’s from behind Minji. You can tell he’s feeling bad for not being here when his ex-wife arrived, a frown on his face as he looks at you. You offer him a half-smile, hoping it’s enough to let him know that you’re fine. That her words don’t affect you as much as they could’ve. You’re not sure if he believes you or not but he leaves it for now, turning his attention back to Minji.
“First of all, ____ is not just a hook-up,” he begins, turning on his heel to make his way to Jihoon’s room. Minji glances back at you for a short moment before following in Jungkook’s heels. Jihoon soon emerges from his room, spotting his mother immediately. A bright grin spreads across his face as he cutely runs towards her, allowing himself to be scooped up in her arms.
“Mommy!”
“Hi, baby!” Minji coos, smooching his cheek before poking his tiny nose.
You can’t help but smile at the sight, noticing how Minji’s entire aura changed the second she saw her son coming at her, all excited and happy. Jungkook isn’t smiling though, he looks at Minji as if he’s about to scold her, a disapproving look on his face.
“Second, Jihoon has met ____ a few times already and they get along pretty well,” Jungkook tells his ex-wife as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I would never bring someone to meet Jihoon if I wasn’t serious about them, alright? You of all people should know that.”
Minji doesn’t seem to know what to say so she lets out a defeated sigh and nods, silently telling Jungkook that she understands. You watch from your spot a few feet away, not sure what to do or say when she glances at you shortly – still looking rather unsatisfied with your presence.
“I’ll go get his stuff,” Minji tells Jungkook and steps around him, heading for Jihoon’s room with him still resting on her hip. Once they’ve left the room, Jungkook is by your side. You smile up at him but he doesn’t reciprocate it, hand coming up to softly brush over your cheek.
“You okay?” He asks, concern etched on his face.
You nod, “yeah, I’m fine. I’ve been called worse.”
Jungkook sighs deeply when you let out a chuckle, trying to relieve the tension, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when she showed up. She didn’t call to say she would pick him up earlier.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure him, “nothing terrible happened.”
Jungkook knows you’re right. Nothing bad happened (except for Minji calling you his hook-up when you’re far from that at this point) but Jungkook still feels bad for not being here when his ex-wife showed up. He can only imagine the panic you must’ve felt the moment you opened the door and realized who it was. Minji can come off as quite intimidating when she meets new people; especially people who are involved with Jungkook.
“This was not how you guys were supposed to meet,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a hug. You chuckle again, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him back. “I had it all planned out but I guess that’s not relevant anymore.”
Before you can give him any sort of response, someone clears their throat. You and Jungkook let go of each other and turn to face Minji. She’s staring at the two of you, an unreadable expression on her face as her eyes shift between you and Jungkook. She glances at Jungkook’s arm that is still snaked around your waist to keep you close.
“Got everything?” Jungkook asks, letting go of you entirely before moving closer to her and Jihoon. You stay back, watching as Jungkook scoops his son from Minji’s arms, throwing him in the air before hugging him close to his chest. Jihoon laughs and hugs his father back, his small arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. You feel your heart grow twice in size as you watch them interact, feeling all sorts of things as Jungkook tells Jihoon goodbye.
“I’ll see you next week, buddy,” Jungkook says, squatting to put Jihoon down. Jihoon grabs onto his mother’s hand, letting himself be tugged along towards the front door.
“Say ‘bye, daddy’,” Minji tells Jihoon right before they leave through the door.
“Bye, daddy!” He waves at Jungkook before waving at you too, “bye bye, ____!”
“Bye, Jihoon!” You grin, waving back at him.
Jungkook smiles at the short but adorable interaction, closing the front door after them. He sighs as he turns to face you again, apologetic eyes replacing his usual warm dark brown ones. A soft smile spreads across your face as he moves closer. Your heart swells when he slides his arms around your waist to hug you again, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.
“Don’t be,” you softly say as you embrace him in return, letting yourself be dragged towards the couch by him. You plop down on the couch, Jungkook laying himself between your legs, face still deeply buried between your neck and shoulder. Your hand caress his broad back, occasionally running up into his hair.
Jungkook lifts his head after a while of complete silence, meeting your eyes. He looks at you, chocolate brown eyes scanning your face as if to make sure you’re one hundred percent okay.
“It’s fine,” you tell him, cupping his face and thumbs brushing his cheeks, “I’m fine.”
“You’re too nice,” he says after a quiet moment, “anyone else would’ve been gone a long time ago. But not you… You’re still here.”
You smile, tugging him closer, “I am.”
His lips brush yours, breaths clashing.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
You don’t get to ask him what for exactly before he’s closing the space between you, kissing you softly yet you feel it within the deepest part of you. Butterflies fill your stomach and Minji’s judging eyes and choice of words have perished from your mind as you slide your arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.
When a soft, delicate moan escapes your lips and falls into Jungkook’s mouth, he sighs deeply and lets his hand bring one of your legs around his waist. When his other hand finds one of yours to pin it above your head, fingers intertwining, you know today’s accidental meeting will be forgotten and replaced by the man above you.
And by him only.
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The Angel's Halo
Once MC and I give my brothers the medicine and supplies they need to get through the day, we decide to spend some time out of the house. After all, there's not much more we can do there at the moment that would be beneficial to my brothers.
"Do you want to grab a bite to eat?" MC asks as we begin walking.
"Good idea," I tell them. "Azzy was going on and on about this new cafe that's supposed to be opening today. He mentioned it's not too far from here."
"What's it called?" Normally, names don't really stick in my brain, but this particular one stood out to me so much that it's practically engraved on there.
"The Angel's Halo." MC snorts in amusement. "Yeah, that was kind of my reaction, too."
Here's the thing: I figured that someone from the Celestial Realm was gonna be following us close behind once we got settled here in the human world. I mean, from my understanding, MC was more or less blessed by Michael to wear Lucifer's old ring; he probably wants to make sure he made the right decision, which means keeping an eye on both them and us to make sure that they remain "pure" enough.
If he's smart, he would have sent Simeon. He's the one that would raise the least amount of suspicion. And I suppose the little chihuahua would have to tag along. It would be cruel for his owner to leave him behind.
Sure enough, as we approach the entrance to the new cafe, Luke's outside, twirling a sign around.
"I'm surprised he's able to do that," MC quietly observes. "He's never been the most coordinated."
"He probably needs a break," I reply. "Who knows how long he's been doing that trick." MC playfully glares at me before walking up to the young angel, who accidentally hits them in the face with the sign. I silently watch to make sure MC's alright, but once the two of them begin catching up with each other, I duck inside.
"Well, hello there, Mammon." Simeon looks up from wiping the counter. Despite the smile he gives me, I can tell something's off with him.
"It's Mason around here," I reply, sitting down on one of the stools in front of the counter. "And you're lucky I'm here. If Azzy came like he wanted to, he'd be freaking out about the bags under your eyes." Simeon gently throws the towel he was using over his shoulder.
"I haven't been able to get much sleep. Getting this place set up has been a lot more work than I had anticipated."
"Clearly." He's hiding something. I've never seen him look this exhausted, not even when we were living together in the Celestial Realm and he was still one of the Seraphim.
"I'm sure you're wondering why we're here." I shrug.
"I mean, Michael probably sent ya down here, right?" Simeon hums affirmatively.
"Officially, we've been appointed to help coordinate relations between the human world and the Celestial Realm." He's given me an opening. If he didn't want me to dig further, he wouldn't have said "officially".
"And unofficially?" He glances outside, presumably to make sure that MC and Luke are still preoccupied.
"He's testing me," he whispers.
"Testing you? For what? A promotion?" Simeon sighs, shaking his head.
"I've gotten into a bit of trouble. One of my notebooks was discovered." Okay...
"But you're a writer, right? Like, you've gotten permission to do that."
"Yes, and if that was what was found, nothing would have come of it, but this particular one was more of a personal journal. The contents inside are, shall we say, things that no angel ought to even be thinking about, let alone express into words."
"They shouldn't have been snooping in the first place."
"You forget, the Celestial Realm believes that nothing should be kept secret. Everything must eventually come to light." Simeon pauses. "Plus, I accidentally left it in a public space. The person who found it was merely trying to discover whose it was so that they could return it to its rightful owner."
"Dude, what exactly were you writing about in there?" He sighs again.
"In a word, corruption." Oh shit. Well, no wonder he's in trouble.
"Of yourself, or someone else?"
"Technically both, but I'm the active party."
"Please tell me it isn't Luke." Simeon widens his eyes.
"Absolutely not. He's merely a child. I wouldn't do that to him."
"Then who..." Right as I begin asking the question, I answer it for myself. "Oh, Simeon." He gives me a tired smile.
"I know." He glances outside once more. "Believe me, I've tried to keep these thoughts at bay, but I can't help it. I mean, how can someone's soul grow brighter after spending a significant amount of time with all seven Avatars of Sin? It makes no sense, Mam--Mason."
"And it upsets you, doesn't it?"
"It's more frustrating than upsetting. I know it's wrong, but there's a part of me that feels like..." He trails off, trying to regain his composure. "If I were to fall, I'd want to take them down with me." Oh my...I had no idea that MC made him feel that way.
"You're lucky that you're merely getting tested."
"Yes and no. This little test of his will determine the severity of my punishment. If I behave myself, then I simply have to be supervised when I'm writing. And do a few extra tasks, but that's not a big deal."
"And if you don't?"
"You mean, if I succumb to temptation?" I nod my head. I hear the door open. Simeon leans in close, trying to make sure that neither Luke or MC can hear him.
"Then I might as well not be an angel anymore."
#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#obey me mammon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#i'm planting a seed#since simeon doesn't steal the ring of light in my version of events#i have to figure out another way to explain his fate in og season four#also#the reason simeon tells mammon all this is because he knows mammon won't tell anyone else#after all#lucifer has always trusted him with anything serious#like life-and-death serious#plus i thought it would be cool to explore the relationship dynamic between simeon and mammon#because that's not a pairing you see very often
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Happy Birth- Father's Day??
Clint Barton x Fem!reader
Summary: reader tells Clint that she's pregnant on his birthday. (Not MCU Canon at all)
Tags/warnings: mentions of pregnancy, hints at an asshole dad, fluff, cute stuff, bit of bickering, hints at smut but nothing happens
A/n: this was suposed to be for Clint's Birthday yesterday which also happened to be fathers day. But I got busy and only finished it today, oops. Anywaaayy hope ya'll like it.
“You know what day it is today?”
You can see the surprise on Clint’s face while he turns around to face you as you practically burst into the room he was just working in. “The 18th?”
“Well yeah, Captain Obvious I got that.” You say, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Then why did you ask me?”
“It’s not about the date, it’s about what we’re celebrating today.” There is this teasing look in your eyes that he can’t quite place, you’re definitely up to something.
“My birthday?” He sounded unsure, as if he might have confused his birthday with another date.
“Yeah that too, but there’s something else happening today.”
“Celebrating my amazing existance isn’t enough for you?” He chuckles.
“Ofcours it is, baby,-” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek “-but this is the rare occasion where these two things are happening on the same day and I gotta take advantage of that.”
“Alright so.. what’s today then?”
“It’s father’s day!” You say with a little more excitement than probably necessary.
“Honey, you know I don’t celebrate that.” Clint’s face falls a little at the mention of it. “My dad was.. well my dad and as far as I can tell there’s no kid running around here.”
“Well.. what if there was?”
Clint looks confused at first, but when it finally hits him his eyes move from you stomach to your face over and over again as if asking the question with his eyes. There’s a bright smile on your face as he starts to realize what the reason for your weird behavior is.
When his eyes finally stick to your face he looks at you with wide eyes that are almost puppy-like. You’ve never really talked about when you would like children, hell the two of you hadn’t even discussed if it was a thing you should do in the first place. But Clint couldn’t deny that there had been moments where he’d imagined a little boy or girl running around in the garden with a toy bow and arrow.
“You.. uh.. you’re pregnant?” You spotted a little gleam of hope in his eyes, as if he wasn’t exactly sure this was happening, but really wanted it to.
“Mhm” You nod. Your face is practically glowing with excitement as you wait for him to react. Sure a part of you was also nervous, what if he didn’t want to be a dad? What if he was scared to end up like his own dad? Were you even ready to be a mom? All these questions had spooked through your mind before, debating on how to tell him this news.
But as you were standing here and you slowly watched your man’s face light up at the confirmation that you were indeed expecting a little kid, all those worries fell off your shoulders.
Clint Barton had never been a man of many words. So he didn’t need any to tell you how happy he was when he basically ran up to you and embraced you in a hug, spinning the both of you around the room.
When he finally let you go, it took you a while to find your footing again and Clint had to steady you to prevent you from falling over. Before you could fully find your balance again, he pulled you in for a kiss. Not the usual quick kiss that you’d give each other before going to bed or when you woke up in the morning. No, this one was long, deep and passionate and told you more than all the words in the world could have.
After the need for air became too strong he finally pulled away, only to look into your eyes with that same sense of affection for you, a bright smile on his face. “So this is really happening? I’m gonna be a dad?”
You nod again. “And an amazing one at that.”
“You really think so?” He asks with a hopeful gleam in his eyes and you can tell he’s not so sure about that.
“I do. You are a good man, Clint Barton, and any kid would be lucky to have you as a father.”
“You have no idea how much that means to me, darling.” He places his hands carefully on your stomach and looks deep into your eyes. “And you.. are gonna be the most wonderful mother, you know that? We’d be lucky if the little one is even half as amazing as you are.“
A slight blush spreads across your cheeks at the compliment and you give him another kiss on the lips. “We’re gonna do great, baby. I mean look at all the other kids. Kate, Wanda and Pietro turned out pretty good.”
“They are not my kids.” He insists.
“You keep saying they’re not, but they kinda are.” You remember not even a few weeks ago when Clint had taken Kate to the dentist because she had to have her wisdom teeth removed and took care of her every need afterwards.
“They’re a pain is my ass, that’s what they are.”
“Maybe.. but you love them anyway.” You point out.
“Yeah, but don’t tell them that.”
Clint may act tough, but you know that underneath there is one of the kindest men you’ve ever met. He’d never actually tell them he loves them, but they know he does, his actions show that more than enough.
You raise your hands up in defeat. “Fine, but you better give them a ‘thank you’.”
“For what?” He looks at you with puzzled eyes.
“They made you a cake.”
“And they didn’t burn the kitchen down?” He exclaims.
You give him a slight nudge on the shoulder. “Be nice, they put a lot of effort into this.”
“Fine.. but you’re tasting it first.”
“No way! I’m pregnant, it’s your birthday, you eat it.” As much as you loved those kids, you didn’t entirely trust their baking skills not to kill you yet, especially with that mentality of ‘who needs a recipe’.
He chuckles and then takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for whatever the three of them cooked up. “I’m gonna have to endure 9 months of this now, am I?”
You hum in acknowledgement. “Yep, but you love me anyway.”
“Hmm.. that I do.” He pulls you in for another kiss before the two of you start walking towards the kitchen where the cake is waiting for you.
“You know, I can’t wait to see you all fat and bloated.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks at your still mostly flat stomach.
“See.. you claim you love me, but then you say stuff like that and it makes me wonder if you really do.” You chuckle.
You let out a yelp as Clint suddenly lifts you up from the ground and into his arms, bridal style. He turns around and starts walking into the opposite direction of the kitchen.
“I’ll show you how much I love you.” There’s a grin on his face and you know exactly what he’s planning as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.
“What about the cake?”
“Cake can wait, wanna taste you first.”
A/n: would love to know if you liked it, so don't hesitate to leave me a comment. They really motivate me. I don't have a taglist for Clint yet, but if you wanna be tagged in any Clint fics I write, lemme know!! Love ya'll <3
#clint barton x fem!reader#clint barton x you#clint barton x reader#clint barton#hawkeye#jeremy renner x reader#marvel x reader#avengers x reader#the avengers
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Okokok, Its time to stop mentally preparing... (for Pomni AND me in this case cuz I sorta regret doing this-) this part is probably gonna be longer than the first
[also tagging @sm-baby again. I'm sorry if I'm infiltrating you notifications but if I tagged you in the first it makes sense to tag you in the rest of the parts]
Here is part one of the Fic:
Okay now here we go again...
PART 2 OF:
☆Settings for two☆
Pomni, not having much to do while waiting for Caine and the others, just sat on the floor on the stage. Letting herself stare off into space, with the thought of escape still circling her head.
Caine was gone for a bit longer than she thought he'd be. She thought he would just snap his fingers and bring the cast out against their will. Ya know, like the oblivous AI that he is. Or at least he appeard to be to her... Then she heard the distant bustling and chatting of the others getting closer:
"Do we really have to do this for her??"
"I guess so. But I don't quite mind."
"Yeah, whatever. I just think it's stupid that he's involving us..."
"The only thing stupid about it is that he's involving you, Jax."
"Oh, settle down, guys! I think it's really sweet of him!"
"Shut up, Dollface!"
"C-can you guys stop arguing..?"
"Oh! Of course! Sorry, Gangle."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."
"Let's just get the day over with..."
Pomni got up as they all lined up side by side in the center of the room. But She was still a bit confused...
"What on earth were they talking about..?"
The thought lingerd with her, but it didn't invade her mind as much as the inevitable effect of her plan. But her train of thought again was interrupted by the voice of Caine bursting into their muffled conversations:
"Good morning again, my superstars!"
He swooped around the corner, approaching from the direction of the hallway.
"I hope you all are excited for today's adventure! This one is sure to be a doozy!"
He began to explain the rules of the adventure. "Something Something, the grounds, blah blah blah, Something about the Carnival? Or perhaps it was the Lake?" Not like she would know. She wasn't paying much attention. Again, all that was on her mind was the idea of leaving. When finally she tuned back in to Caine as he wrapped up his speach:
"Alright everyone! I hope you all enjoy the adventure! Stay safe and have fun!"
*Snap!*
And POOF! Caine and the others was teleported to who knows where.
Execpt, for Pomni?
She started to panic a bit:
"Im still here!? Should've known not to get my hopes up... Maybe he set that door there as a trap like the others..."
Well, at least she was alone...
*Poof!*
"Pomni!? What're you still doing here!?"
"Oh God..."
He snapped in attempt to fix what he thought was some sort of bug on his end.
Nothing happened.
Another snap.
Nothing.
He began to grow visibly frustrated, continually snapping as he spoke:
"M-my apologies, dear! There seems to be something wrong with-"
He turned to see the blue door slightly open. Pomni grew worried:
"Oh god... Did he see me in there?? Is he gonna do something to me??"
To her surprise, upon connecting the dots, he simply laughed it off:
"Haha! It appears someone got into the old settings room!"
"..."
"I told Bubble to quit messing with code without permission! I'll be giving him a stern talking to later..."
Though still tense, she let out a releived sigh:
"Sorry again, my dear! I guess this means you'll have to sit out of today's adventure!"
"I-it's fine, Caine. If that's all, I'll just head back to my room now-"
"W-wait!"
His response was a bit more panicked than usual:
"I-I'm afraid you can not go to your room at this time..."
This, of course, alarmed her:
"Wh- I- why not..?"
"You should be in the adventure right now, so even if you tried, the place would glitch like crazy!"
"Oh... well, uh- now what?"
"I... I'm not sure. This hasn't really happened before..."
"Mhmm..."
"Yup..."
It was a bit off-putting seeing Caine this quiet. Normally, he's always bugging her and the others with his antics. Not that she would prefer if he did, just- it didn't feel right that he wasn't.
Caine to must have realized just how akward it felt. He attempted to continue the conversation:
"Ya know, lately a lot of things have happened here that haven't happened before since you got here! It's pretty funny now that I think about it!"
"R-really? Like what..?"
"Well, if I knew, I would tell you! Haha!"
She wasn't quite sure what he was implying. "Was it some sorta joke? A reference?"
"S-sorry, what? I don't quite get it..."
"Well, as a not human being, I have been trying to learn as much as I can from you humans! I want to make sure that this place is as normal and comfortable as it can be!"
As he continued, he seemed more down to earth than he usually was:
"I tried to ask everyone for information about the human world, but either they say they don't remember or they just don't answer me at all."
This answer from Caine caught Pomni very off guard. She didn't expect him to open up to something like this. Especially to her.
"Gee, well- I-"
"But the feedback you gave me this morning, It made me realize. Perhaps I have been asking the wrong questions?"
She wasn't sure how to answer. Never has she been good at giving good feedback, but still she decided to give her best- "advice" You could say.
"You mean you should ask more about their personal issues with the place? Well- it might be different for everyone, but it might give you at least a few of the answers you're looking for? I-"
She was cut off by Caine rapidly shaking her hand:
"Why thank you again, my dear, for your feedback! Hopefully, this will improve everyone's stay!"
The rapid hand-shaking continued:
"Y-you're welcome?"
The shaking finally stopped, making Pomni almost fall forward:
"Well then, I suppose we should wait for the others' return."
"Yeah... I guess we'll be here for a while, heh."
He checked his WackyWatchTM:
"My! It's already almost over! They will be here any minute now!"
"Wait, really?"
"If my WackyWatchTM is right! It's as if it only started not even 5 minutes ago! Ha! That's one more odd thing that's happened since you've been here! Care to explain that one?"
Pomni had to think about that one for a moment. She hadn't had this sort of experience for a while:
"Well, if i remember, humans usually are unaware of time when doing something fun or being around someone that they enjoy being around."
This answer seemed to peak his interest even more:
"I am surprised that you are even willing to share this information with me! Is there anything else?"
As their conversation continued, Pomni thought:
"Huh... maybe this guy really does have good intentions..."
And there! Cut! End part! I can't write anymore-
Stay tuned for the third and final part!
(It is 1 am for me rn and I started at like 10 or 11 oh my goodness)
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THE COFFEE SHOP
(IN WHICH BEOMGYU TOTALLY FUCKS UP)
if you're new here; hi! this is a beomjun multichoice fic. go back to the beginning to start choosing your own path!
the town is small enough for you to walk around without needing to check your phone for directions. you remember most of the streets and you're confident you won't get lost. that makes your way to work all the more enjoyable.
you trail through the narrow roads, trying to stay close to the seafront. you find the beach just so beautiful in the mornings so silent and, without the tourist contamination. but when you pass across the roads where the restaurants and the coffee shops you realise where the tourists were: having breakfast.
you're thankful that grandma had made coffee at home and you didn't have to get yourself into the crowd to get some, but then you spot this tiny coffee place, cutely nestled in between two other local businesses.
it has an outside-service counter that, as a meticulously decorated blackboard indicated, only opens at night, serving as a cocktail bar. it's a pretty place, comfy looking, and though considerably crowded, the amount of people is reduced in comparison to its neighbouring establishments. so you decide to grab some coffee you can take with you to work.
you push the door open, and the scent of fresh brew envelops you with the first step in. the place buzzes with chatter, indie music adding to the atmosphere.
attending the tables inside the coffee shop a very much stressed worker zooms around like a tornado, his hair tucked under some funny looking joint-branded hat. he moves with a caffeinated grace that's almost dance-worthy, and he does not look happy at all. you think he's cute. he looks like a grumpy gnome, with his silly uniform and his grouchy expression.
you pass him by on your way to the counter, so, seeing that there is no employee at sight behind it, you figure you might as well ask the grumpy one, "hi, excuse me. can you take my order or should i wait by the counter?" you say. big mistake.
he doesn't even glance at you, irritation evident in his furrowed brow. "do i look like a can take an order right now?" he snaps.
and truth is, with his apron askew and a tray with at least eight coffee cups in different states of being filled, no he doesn't. but you still blink, taken aback by his abruptness. you don't know what to do with yourself, but it is him who realises maybe he has crossed the line.
"i'm sorry. that wasn't necessary" he sighs. his expression softens a bit, but it's still tired. he takes out a pos from the pocket of his apron telling you, "just tell me your name, i'll take your order. my coworker will be out in a minute. i hope." he says, rolling his eyes.
"y/n" you reply, feeling a pang of sympathy for this overworked boy.
but when he hears your name, his head snaps to you. he looks at you. and he proceeds to absolutely fuck up. like he lost control over his hands, he fumbles, and the coffee tray slips from his grasp, cascading its contents all over you. you wince as the hot liquid soaks through your clothes, but the first thing that comes out of your mouth is, "it's alright, it's alright, its nothing."
but of course, it's not nothing. "i'm so fucking sorry, shit... i'll pay for a new shirt, i am so sorry." he keeps cursing under his breath, panic evident in his eyes, without really knowing what to do.
embarrassment floods the air as the other customers turn their attention to the commotion. you really didn´t mind, it was an accident, could have happened to anyone. but it was the being the centre of attention factor what you weren't really loving that much.
another employee then comes out from the kitchen, mop in hand, probably having heard the commotion from the kitchen. jay, read his name tag. " i'm not gonna be screw up employee of the month, thanks, beomgyu," his coworker chides, a light chuckle on his lips,
at this, your head perks up, you of course. you recall yunjin's words. he got hot during our senior year. he's mellowed out since then. "choi beomgyu?"
and upon hearing you say his name he cringes, nodding reluctantly as if he'd rather be anyone else in that particular moment. "uh, yeah... kai said your were coming back for the summer... welcome, i guess." he says at the brim of an aneurysm because your shirt is ruined and he wants to help you clean it up, but it would be disrespectful to touch you, so he just stands there like an idiot, "shit. i am so sorry... wait."
he says, before disappearing into the backstore, as the rest of the customers go back to their own business, thank god. jay stands there, watching the scene, mop in hand but without having mopped a thing. soon enough, beomgyu darts back carrying two neatly folded pieces of clothing in his arms. you figure they're his, the clothes he had changed from into the work uniform.
"here," he mumbles, thrusting them towards you. "they're mine. i could take out the joint logo shirts for you but they're ridiculous, and i really don't wanna keep adding to the humiliation."
you hesitate, thinking if you really have a need to borrow his clothes. but then you remember you're pressed for time and don't fancy the idea of showing up to your first day at work looking like the mud man. so, you accept them, shyly.
"t-the restroom, that way..." beomgyu gestures towards the restrooms, but then he stops himself. "no, wait! use the employee ones, they’re cleaner. and the soap isn't radioactive so it won’t lacerate your skin."
the still curious customers shoot him offended looks, but you follow his directions, stepping into a surprisingly clean restroom. you lock the door behind you, and start peeling off your soggy shirt.
gross. from the embarrassment and how flustered you were from being the centre of attention, you hadn't even noticed how uncomfortable it is having your wet, cold clothes stick to your skin. and now your skin is all stick and muggy... ugh. you walk to the sink and try to clean yourself the best you can. that is until, as if he had read your mind, you hear a sheepish knock on the door.
you open it just enough for your head to peek out, and you see beomgyu extending his hand, holding a towel, while looking the other direction. cute. "i figured you'd need a towel." he says.
"thanks," you chuckle, taking the towel and getting back in.
you finish drying yourself up and finally hold his clothes. just a white tee and a grey zip-up hoodie. not too bad, actually. plus, they smell like vanilla. as you slip them on, you confirm what you already suspected: beomgyu is a giant, and his clothes fit you like a comedy act.
but with a little finesse – hoodie placement, sleeves rolled up just so, and your beaded necklace draped over the white tee – it almost seems intentional.
when you finally step out of the bathroom, there he is, leaning against the wall lost in thought, but he jumps a bit startled when the door creaks open. his eyes freeze for a moment, taking you in, wearing his clothes. "kinda looks good... doesn't it?" he mutters sheepishly.
"yeah, i can work with this. thanks," you reply, trying to ease his still embarrassed self up. "i mean it, it was an accident. could've happened to anyone. you didn’t need to give me—"
"it's fine. i had to. i'm really sorry," he cuts in before handing you a little paper bag with a heavenly smell. "here, this is an apology package. on the house."
you take the bag with a nod of gratitude, following him back to the main room. "so... long time no see, i guess," you say, trying to break the ice. thought some would say the ice had been shattered already.
"yeah... i couldn't have imagined a worse reunion scenario," he mutters, still sulky and with flushed cheeks.
"hey, i told you its fine" you assure him with a laugh, reaching out to stop him. "beomgyu. it's fine. i promise."
a smile tugs at his lips as he looks down, heading back to the counter and getting behind it as you take a seat in front of him. "huening has been talking about you coming back for weeks," he says. "he's gonna... he's gonna find this very funny,"
"he's done far more embarrassing things, forget about him," you smile.
"still, don't tell him, alright?" he chuckles. "so, what are you having?"
"i think i'm all set with the apology package,"
"the apology package doesn’t have coffee because i wasn't sure how you liked it," he explains. "what will it be?"
"iced espresso," you say firmly.
"tough girl," he smirks, jotting your name down on the cup.
you seat perched on the stool, watching him work. his apron tied tight around his waist, expertly brewed coffee behind the counter.
suddenly, his workmate pipes up, "did you get her number or not?" he blurts out, like it wasn't compromising information.
beomgyu's cheeks flush crimson. "what the hell are you talking about?" he shoots back under his breath.
"i just wanna know if i should tally one point for you or not," his colleague replies, a mischievous glint in his eye. "every tally counts."
"for your inevitable defeat, you mean. you're a big-time loser," beomgyu retorts, sliding your freshly brewed coffee across the counter. "it's just this stupid bet." he explains, leaning closer to you. "whoever racks up the most numbers gets to take home the week's tips," he says. he gestures toward a blackboard divided into two sections labeled 'beomgyu' and 'jay'. beomgyu's side is littered with marks, while jay's is considerably less crowded.
"oh, that's just unfortunate," you remark –meaning jay's section was very much unfortunate. "should i throw him a bone? he seems desperate for points..."
"pfft, don't," beomgyu advises, "it wouldn't be honorable to hand him a win out of pity. besides, you're walking out of here with my clothes on. seems only fair i'm the one to get your number."
you pause, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "got a pen?" you ask.
beomgyu unclips one from his apron and hands it over. you grab a napkin and quickly scrawl down your number, feeling beomgyu's breath on your neck as he leans in to sneak a peek. that vanilla scent gets to yoy again, though you can't quite tell if it was the clothes or just him.
as soon as you're done, you hold the napkin out for him to take, but before he can grab it, you pull it back teasingly. "jay?" you call out, catching the attention of the boy in question. "here. mark yourself a point."
turning back to beomgyu, you find him staring at you, his mouth hanging comically open, a mix of offense and amusement dancing across his face.
"you did spill coffee all over me," you remind him with a grin.
"whatever, i don't need it," beomgyu huffs, trying to play it cool. "i'm in cahoots with your cousin."
"my cousin is loyal to me."
"don't be that sure. you've been away from some time..." he teases. "and even if he was loyal you, kai is a weak-minded individual. any intel he has, i can easily come by too."
"good luck with that," you smile, grabbing your coffee and slipping off the stool.
"leaving already?" beomgyu pouts.
you nod, adjusting the strap of your bag. "yeah, gotta head to work."
"huh? where at?"
"the bookstore across the street,"
a grin tugs at beomgyu's lips. "guess i'll be seeing you often then," he remarks, a hint of playfulness in his voice. then, his expression shifts, and he clears his throat. "you... uh, got a ride home after your shift?"
"hyuka's picking me up,"
"right," beomgyu mutters, a touch of disappointment flickering across his face.
"oh, by the way," you interject, "we're hanging out later today, kai and i. its not like we have a defined plan, but you can come by, if you want." you tell him. oh, how his eyes lit up. "i'm sure kai won't mind if you tag along. you're his best friend, after all."
"yeah... i'm not proud of it, but we're horrifyingly close. i'm afraid you might feel like a third wheel," he admits.
"i'll survive," you chuckle, before bidding him goodbye. but as you turn to leave, you remember, "oh, wait, the coffee. how much do i owe you?"
beomgyu waves you off. "nothing! it's all part of the apology package," he explains.
"you can't stop me," you smirk, before taking out your bills and rushing towards jay who's to your luck, besides the cash register. "take it, quick," you tell him.
"hey, what are you doing?" comes in beomgyu with a playful smile, "jay, don't take the money, it's fake." he exclaims.
you fake a gasp. "it's not fake, it's very much real. look, you can see the transparencies," you insist.
but then jay chimes in casually, "her coffee? that's already paid for," he announces.
"what?" you ask.
and beomgyu is smiling proudly, about to give jay a pat in the back for not letting you pay, that is until jay points towards the other end of the counter. choi yeonjun.
your stomach flutters helplessly. embarrassingly, almost. there he is, with his warm smile and his flowy hair. he's such a product of the beach town its even hard for you to imagine him in the winter time.
you hurry over to yeonjun's side with the excitement of a schoolgirl. beomgyu trails behind.
"hi!" you greet yeonjun, too eagerly for your own taste.
"you know him?" asks beomgyu, lacking your enthusiasm.
"she's my secretary, taking important phone calls for me and whatnot..." yeonjun confirms with a smile. then, turning to beomgyu, he asks, "please, beomgyu, i need some good coffee ASAP. i barely slept last night and the kids are driving me crazy."
beomgyu frowns. "ask jay. i'm on table waiting duty."
"come on, you make the best coffee. jay's gonna serve me stained water... i really need the good stuff." yeonjun raises an eyebrow. "you work here, its your duty..."
"i do work here, but i'm not your slave," beomgyu retorts.
yeonjun chuckles. "you kinda do look like a maid in that pastel apron," he teases. "come on, pretty please, go make me the coffee."
beomgyu glances at you, then at yeonjun, then back at you before he finally rolls his eyes and heads off to make the coffee.
"so, did you think about those surfing lessons?" he asked, his voice low and coaxing.
you hesitate, swirling the plastic stick in your coffee. "i did, but you know i'm not keen on the whole ocean thing. it freaks me out."
yeonjun's grin widens. "come on, i'll be right there with you. i've handled rowdy kids before; and not one has ever died on me. you'll be in good hands."
you chew your lip, unsure. "i don't know..."
"alright, no surfing then. how about something else? are you free tonight?"
you glance down at your phone, remembering huening. but the day is long, right? you can do both, "i told hyuka i'd hang out with him." you tell him.
"that's perfect!" yeonjun exclaims. "huening's but a kind soul, he'll understand. flirty comment"
you can't bring yourself to outright refuse. "i'll think about it, okay?" you say, as he offers a silent prayer of gratitude to the heavens that you hadn't flat-out said no.
"you're silly" you tease, earning a proud grin from him.
"you're pretty," he says, eyes mellowing into yours.
"your coffee," comes in beomgyu at his grumpy peak. he almost hits yeonjun with the paper cup.
"thanks a bunch, mr. squarepants," yeonjun replies with a smirk. "i gotta go. left jake in charge of the kids, and if i don't hurry, i'll come back to a cemetery."
but before he leaves, he notices your clothes. beomgyu´s clothes. "hey..." he says. "why are you wearing his clothes?" he asks, an eyebrow perking up.
beomgyu rolls his eyes, but a smirk plays at his lips. "just go before the kids stage a mutiny, will you?"
"shit, i have to go, too," you exclaim, checking the time in your phone. you're late.
"wait, but why the hell are you wearing his clothes?" yeonjun asks, a hint of alarm in his voice.
"ask beomgyu, alright?" you say before making your escape. “i’m late for work!”
as yeonjun's voice echoes after you with one last, "just tell me, come on!" beomgyu resumes his tasks with a triumphant grin playing on his lips. this victory was only figurative, of course, but to see yeonjun all panicked is enough for him.
"dude, how fast are you? you've got more game than i gave you credit for," yeonjun remarks, leaning against the counter.
"what are you talking about?" beomgyu asks casually, acting like he's very focused on preparing some smoothie and not at all interested in whatever yeonjun is trying to imply.
"why was she wearing your clothes?"
beomgyu scoffs, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "bothered much?"
"did you... you know," yeonjun asks, but ends the question blurting out a "fuck her?"
"watch it." beomgyu chides, his tone turning sharp.
"why? do you like her?" yeonjun persists, his interest piqued. "i mean, like like her."
"no,"
"then can i hit?"
"what the hell is your problem?" beomgyu shoots, fed up with his whole smoothie-making charade, and turning to face yeonjun. he is itching to give him a piece of his mind, but he holds back. you had your chance to hit, seven years ago, when she confessed to you but you turned her down because you were a shallow fuck pretending to be a hippie. but you didn't and you're so interested, all of the sudden? and you're not even bothered by the fact that she's kai’s family. only someone with a conscience would worry about that stuff. but all these thoughts are stuck in Beomgyu's head, never making it to his mouth.
“listen, i don’t wanna fight over girls with you again, its exhausting and dehumanising for the girls and i end up feeling bad because i win them all over and you look like a loser.” yeonjun says.
“that’s not–”
“beomgyu, i won't ask again. do you like her or not?” yeonjun demands.
silence.
and yeonjun knows that this hesitation meant that maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to make a move, and that in yeonjun's dictionary, means that he might as well take the chance. "well, too bad." yeonjun flashes a grin before grabbing his coffee and making his exit.
and beomgyu, of course, spends the rest of his morning cursing yeonjun. but, remember, you're at work and oblivious to all this.
NEXT PART (coming soon...)
#i want to formally apologise to enhypen’s jay for making him the butt of the joke#beomgyu fic#yeonjun fic#yeonjun x y/n#yeonjun x reader#txt yeonjun#beomgyu x you#beomgyu x y/n#blue crush
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☂️ Umbrella Academy
❀ Five Hargreeves x male reader ⚣︎
A/N: @fandomz-brainrot you asked and here it is: the part two of "Together, we will save the world"
tags/warnings: meet the sibs, set in season 1 still, reader basically insults the sibs, I changed it a bit what happened etc., top/protective reader
Together, we will save the world pt. 2
The boy - who had finally told you that he was called Five - really didn‘t let go of your hand. And that was good because you would‘ve probably walked on the street without noticing while you listened to a summary of how he got here.
It blew your mind. And then you remembered having seen some of the old comics about the umbrella academy not even long ago. The boy you found cute was basically a superhero.
He just finished with the story when you arrived at an expensive looking house with a fence and double doors. Five dragged you inside and the first thing you noticed was the staircase - plus a damn chandelier.
„Wow.“ It was the first thing you said since he had taken your hand.
„Precisely, yes“, sadly he let go of your hand as he said that.
„Five?“, a man‘s voice called from.. somewhere in this house.
„Yes!“, he looked annoyed already.
And suddenly you were met with several people - adults around thirty. „Five, where were you?“, one of them stepped closer to take a look at him worriedly, „Are you okay?“
„I‘m alright, Viktor“, he moved his head away from his outreached hand. Then he noticed you. While he had asked, the others had come closer too and noticed you as well.
A man in all black looked at you suspiciously. „Who‘s this?“ He pointed a small knife at you which creeped you out only a little bit.
Five sighed. „Put the damn knife down, Diego. This is (Y/N), he saved my life.“
Then he looked at you again. “(Y/N), these are my siblings. Viktor, Diego, Klaus, Allison and Luther.“ He pointed at each of them while he said their names.
You did a small nod and an „Hi“ escaped your mouth. Viktor and the guy called Klaus (if you remembered right) were the only ones who smiled back at you. The others were still wary of you.
„Okay, but what happened?“, the tall woman - Allison - asked, „He saved your life?“
„Yes“, Five started walking and signaled for you to follow him. So you did. The others did too. „Remember the commission I told you about. The Handler sent some agents after me. I was on the run - and to be honest on the verge of passing out.“
You had reached the kitchen and Five went over to make a sandwich with peanut butter and marshmallows. Only then did you notice that you hadn’t eaten before you were almost shot earlier. You leaned on the counter as you watched him and crossed your arms.
Five continued. „He got me to calm down and recharge for a moment but then they showed up and long story short without him you‘d probably have to bury me now.“
He was almost finished doing his sandwich when you spoke up with a smirk on your face. „You‘re gonna eat that?“
„Yes, want one too?“, he looked at you as he bit into it.
„Honestly, yes.“ He shoved the ingredients over to you and you went to work.
Meanwhile his siblings started talking again. But you only listened halfway - it was majorly a lot of raised voices so it seemed like nothing too important. Instead you looked at Five.
You noticed the small bruises on his face that probably went to cluster all over his body. His clothes were ripped and well.. not clean. And another thing you noticed was his habit of going through his hair which made it look really disheveled.
Your mind wandered off to other reasons his hair could look like this involving you and a bed - or literally any place. But you quickly directed your mind back to the still arguing siblings.
And then you noticed how Five‘s siblings gave him the fault for all of this chaos - which was absolutely not right. You spoke up with a frown on your face.
„Hey, this really isn‘t fair and it‘s not true. Don‘t you dare go and blame the one person here who actually tries to do something against the shit happening right now. He came back to save your unthankful asses and doesn’t even get a single pause since then because you can‘t work together like you‘re still in elementary. Have you actually looked at him for once - he almost died today. And it won‘t get better if you keep on behaving like that because then he surely goes outside again to overwork himself even more.“
You turned away from his siblings and gently took his hand. Then you went for the door - on the way you grabbed the sandwich you hadn’t eaten yet.
When you were out the door you still didn’t let go of him. „Where in this weird thing of a house is your room?“
He directed you to a room that could‘ve been anyone‘s because of the little to none personal belongings. But the walls were plastered with all kinds of mathematical equations that you couldn‘t understand at all. From what you had heard out of his telling earlier these were most likely his own.
„Have your siblings always been like that?“, you looked around the room and then decided to sit down in a chair in front of the desk.
„Well, we‘ve never really had some kind of sibling-bond I guess. The old man was focussed on training and educating us so we‘d be able to fight and be elite, not on making us feel loved or like a part of a real family.“, he shrugged his shoulders, „It‘s been like that for our whole life.. well, apparently until I vanished and the others ran away.“
For a long time you both said nothing. You ate your sandwich - that actually wasn’t so bad - and Five looked out the window.
“What you thinking about?”, you asked.
“Why are you suspecting that I’m thinking about something specific right now?”, he still didn’t directly look at you but you noticed a quick look from the corner of his eyes.
“Because you have a certain look on your face and - from my observations - you seem like a person with a non-stop brain.”
“That’s.. quite right.”
He finally looked at you and his dark brown eyes pierced into your own. You felt a shiver down your spine and stood up without even noticing at first. But you didn’t stop and the other boy didn’t seem like he wanted to stop you either so you went to sit closely next to him. Now you two looked out the window together.
After some time - you honestly didn’t know how much - you felt Five’s head lay on your shoulder. First unsure and slowly, ready to draw back if needed, but when he noticed that you didn’t have anything against it he relaxed.
You heard and felt the deep sigh that left him and his frame relaxed more and more against you. You took a deep breath before being brave and slowly putting your hand on his thigh. He tensed a little and you were already about to pull your hand back but then he put his own on yours to keep it where it was. As a last brave step, that almost made your heart burst, you put your head on top of his.
You sat there basically snuggled against each other for a long while.
(And if later, when his siblings came in to apologize, they saw you both quickly separate after almost falling asleep on each other, they didn’t say anything about it. They would however be secretly very interested in this developing relationship between their overworked brother and this one guy who gave him happiness, protected him and reminded him to take breaks.)
#five hargreaves x reader#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x male reader#five hargreeves#x male reader#male reader#x trans male reader#trans male reader#gay#the umbrella academy#umbrella academy#tua
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'Kids these days...'
Pairing|| N/A, Hades!Daugther!OC
Summary|| Holly was tasked to check on Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. She gets bored while their doing something in Denver, and wanders into a mall
W.C|| 1.2K
Warnings|| the bratty Sephora kids, yeah.
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Sitting in the table across from Percy was driving Holly insane. Today she had committed one tragedy, having to confront Ares in front of the sassiest kid on the planet. That's not actually the tragedy. The tragedy was being found out by the sassiest on the planet. When Holly's sent out to 'protect' these kids, she is explicitly told not to talk, or reveal herself to them. She had followed this rule to a tee every quest prior, why'd she have to be so dumb now?
Holly picked at a last fry on her plate. She placed down ten dollars on the table and disappeared out of the diner. She was now stuck with nothing to do as those children still sit in the homestyle restaurant.
She walks down the sidewalk, looking at all the 'fun' things to do. Holly hadn't been let out of the camp to do much of the fun teenagery things to do. When she walked her way around to a local mall, it piqued her interest.
Holly pushed open one of the doors to the larger building. She was greeted with cooler air compared to the outdoors. She was reminded of something the god had told her earlier.
'Live your own teenage life for the last seven days that you can,' Ares had told Holly when she mentioned that she wasn't going to be a child in seven days. Holly entered into a giant hallway with stores.
She weaved down one way looking into several of the stores. Holly stopped at one that some campers had told her about. The store was called Sephora. She wanted to know more about one of her campers favourite stores.
She looked around the store before finding a skin care/ sunscreen section. Holly looked at the massive selection. With her godly lineage, she was much paler than half of the camp's population. Holly bit her lip, looking at her extremely pale wrist. She might have needed a stronger sunscreen.
Holly looked at the small price tags before taking a sunscreen in her hands. She scanned the back of the bottle, looking at each of the ingredients. She set the bottle back onto the shelf.
She grabbed a SPF 30 with a bit of bronzer in it. Holly, the more sheltered, shy teenager (as Luke called her) didn't really know what a bronzer was.
"Umm... Are you gonna buy that?" A smaller scoff came from beside her. Holly cocked her head to the side and down. The young girl looked no older than ten.
"I'm not sure, I need to think about it," Holly smiled at the girl.
"Well, I don't think you should, you look like you never go outside," the girl scowled. "Plus, it's the last of the drunk elephant."
"I mean I probably will get it. I use a 70 right now," Holly looked back at the product.
"You actually go outside?" The girl raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, I work at a summer camp, I'm outside everyday," Holly stepped away a little. She looked back at the girl, and left that area to find an employee. She felt two small eyes glaring at her back.
She turned around to see the girl still looking at her.
"Hi! Are you doing alright?" an employee asked Holly.
"Yeah, no, yeah, I'm doing good. I have a question, what will a bronzer do for me?" Holly looked at the employee. She looked back toward the child.
"A bronzer will just give you a little bit of a glow. Make you a little more tan," the employee smiled.
"And does the lower SPF protect my skin as much?" Holly looked back toward the worker.
"It doesn't protect as well as, like a 60, or 70, but it still prevents against burns. Personally I find I tan better. I think that if you were to get a 30, you'll tan quicker than most, you might not need the bronzer."
"Thank you so much," Holly smiled, looking back at the name tag.
She walked back over toward the sunscreen area. She picked up the other 30 sunscreen she was looking at. She compared the backs as the girl spoke up. "Are you going to buy something?"
"I think I am," Holly placed the bronzer back onto the shelf. The girl flocked to the product, snatching it off the shelf. Holly stared at the girl. "You should pray that the gods don't take their wrath out on you, you know."
"Gods? Like Jesus and God? Because last I checked there is only one god," Holly looked at the girl like she was uneducated. Holly's dark hair followed the pattern her face.
"No, like the Greek gods. Mr. D, the three kindly ones, Hermes?" Holly stared at the girl.
"Those aren't real, that's why they're mythology. And I'm pretty sure Hermes is a disease."
"Hermes is actually gonna be pissed," Holly muttered.
"Did you just say a bad word?," Holly shook her head and walked toward the tills. Three people behind her was the girl. She was spewing off to her mom about Holly.
When Holly reached the till, she offered an older lady with more items to pass in front of her. She never knew if a random stranger was a god testing her.
After letting a few other people pass her, she came head to head once again.
"That's her mom, the girl that said the bad word and the crap about god! I bet she can't even pay for the drunk elephant!"
"Have you ever heard the 'myth' of Baucis an Philemon? A summary goes that Zeus, the kindly one, and Hermes, the messenger god, went around disguised asking for a place to stay. Denied by most, they came to a couple, they were poor yet allowed the gods in. After showing them hospitality, they were granted refuge with the gods, as the others in the town hadn't shown the gods hospitality, so they must destroy the village. Do you think you might know the moral of the story?" Holly spieled.
"I don't understand what you mean?" the girl looked up, she was even sassier than Persassy.
"Well, from what I have been taught, is that if you treat one kindly, even if they seem homely and poor, you can be spared from the wrath of the gods. For one is not always as they seem," Holly left to her register on that note. As the girl and her mother fought about the prices of her products, Holly laughed and payed the cashier with three twenty dollar bills.
"This is thirty dollars much," the cashier said. It was the same employee that helped her earlier.
"Oh is that not enough, you just helped me so much. Take another," Holly smiled, placing down another twenty. She took her sunscreen and left the store. The woman smiled, watching Holly leave. Holly smiled at the good deeds she'd done, and how she'd schooled a child.
As the family left the store Holly smiled at the girl, who was staring. Holly smirked before disappearing without a trace.
#percy jackson tv show#pjo series#the lightning thief#original character#trends#gen alpha#tiktok#pjo x reader#pjo fanfic#persassy#get schooled#greek tumblr#greek mythology
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