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not me thinking about that au @haljordangreenjedi and I have where barry becomes a doctor instead of a csi again
#i think the csi job is fun but also it’s problematic bc acab#and his dad was a doctor before he got arrested and like#before it was retconned Barry’s parents were both still alive and around and happy#and if the retcon is saying that barry became a csi because of what went down with his dad when his mom died#then in the world where Barry’s mom lived it doesn’t totally make sense for him to have to be a csi#to be clear I still somewhat prefer his mom’s death but that’s for another reasons#in this world Barry’s mom died but it didnt take over his life and turn him into Batman#and he follows his dad’s footsteps and becomes a doctor#except idk what kind of doctor Henry was so Barry just works in the ER#primarily with kids bc that’s adorable. but it gives him a weird work schedule and allows him to help people in his civilian life and as#the flash which means a lot to me#idk#also it means that the JL has a team medic which seems important and I’m surprised that (as far as I know)#the only superhero doctor out there is Dr Mid-Nite#and Flash being the team doctor is great#because he can be on the scene fastest#and also means he can still one-up Batman which is fun#Barry finished (actually in this au he kind of speed-ran) med school and Bruce dropped out LMAO#Dr. Allen AU#need a tag for it just in case#the flash#barry allen#flash family#flashfam#my post
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Pinky Promise 3
Part 1
Part 2
Word count: 2K
Pairings: Jake Seresin X Reader
A/N: Round 3 of Pink Promise! I have a few more I want to put out, but if you have something you want to see in them let me know! It's been a lot of fun writing these. Thanks for reading!!
The two of you were sitting around Jake’s house eating takeout Chinese food. Some old movie was playing on the TV. For some reason Jake preferred the classics but you found them to be incredibly boring. It was often you found yourself in this same position, sprawled out on his couch, sitting in a comfortable silence as you watched another movie you couldn’t retell the plot of.
Which is why in that moment you chose to say, “I got into medical school.”
It was nearly comical watching him choke on the spoonful of rice. He sat up and looked over to you, still coughing up those last pieces. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?” The look he gave you was disbelief mixed with something else. Something you hadn’t seen before.
“I don’t think I stuttered.” You took a bite of an egg roll and waited for his mind to catch up.
“Medical school? For doctors?” You couldn’t help but smirk at his choice of questions. “Yes, like for doctors. I thought pilots were supposed to be smart?”
He shook his head and laughed, “When the hell did you have time for that?”
You finished off the egg roll and shrugged your shoulders, “What do you think I do all day while you’re at work?”
This path you took was one you had been on for a while Everyone saw you as the girl who parties, the one who doesn’t care about the outcome of her decisions. But it couldn’t be farther from the truth. And instead of showing people how wrong they were about you, you let them form their very low opinions. Pleasing people was never one of your strong points and a few judgmental comments weren’t going to tear you down.
Jake was clearly still processing things but paused the movie to give you his full attention. What he said next though, nearly made you cry right then and there.
“I am so proud of you, sweetheart. Holy crap you are going to be a doctor.” He got up and pulled you into a tight hug. It was then the look on his face made more sense. It was a look of pride, and one you hadn’t gotten before.
“Tell me all about it. Where are you going? When do you start?” His enthusiasm for this made you feel something that part of you was afraid to feel. This man was slowly becoming your best friend, which is why you pushed down all other feelings. No need to ruin a good thing.
“Well, I decided I wanted to stay close to home and was lucky enough to get into the University of California San Diego. My GPA was a little short of what they wanted, but I killed the interview. Something about your dad dying while fighting for his country tends to pull on heartstrings.”
Jake shook his head, “You did not pull that card.”
You waved a hand at him, “Please. I would be dumb not to. I also threw in about staying close to the base in case anything happened to Bradley. And that I might follow in the family footsteps one day.”
Jake’s head tilted at the last part. “You are not enlisting. I draw the line at that.”
You rolled your eyes at him, “Down tiger. All I meant was that I would want to work at a hospital close to base. The one all of you get sent to when something goes wrong.”
Relief was evident as he exhaled. “I don’t think the military could handle you anyway.”
It was true. You were never one to follow orders well. Plus having a third Bradshaw in the Navy would be too much for anyone.
You picked the remote back up and resumed the movie. While Jake thought this was a big deal, you were ready to get back to the movie night. You still had a few months until school started anyway.
The movie had been playing for a few minutes, but you could feel eyes on you every now and then. “Is something the matter?”
You glanced over to the man next to you and watched him shake his head. “Nothing. You just keep surprising me, that’s all.”
“Well, either turn your attention back to this movie or I’m putting something better on. Maybe something made in this decade.” A chuckle graced your ears and a quick, “Yes ma’am.”
It wasn’t until the credits were running that he said, “You better not forget about me when you become a big shot doctor.”
“I don’t think I could forget about you even if I tried.” And it was the truth. That one drunken call has led you to one of the best things in life.
“Pinky promise you won’t.” He had his signature smirk on full display as he held out his pinky for you to shake on. You happily gave him yours, thrilled that the Top Gun pilot has accepted this form of promises.
When he pulled away, he asked, “What made you want to become a doctor?” It was a simple question with a very loaded answer.
“When my mom was sick, it was just me and her most of the time. Bradley was off at the academy, something she wouldn’t tell him but absolutely hated. And I found myself wanting to give her some sort of joy to offset my brother’s choices. I made her a promise that I was going to graduate and get a degree in something. Something that would make a difference. It took a while to figure out what that was, but the look of pride on her face when I said medical school, I only wish I had a photo of that single moment.
“When there were days I questioned if I could do it or if I even still wanted to, I think back to that conversation and all doubts went out the window. There are very few things in life I want more than graduating from med school which is why I worked so hard to even get it.” Jake wiped a tear that I didn’t know had fallen.
“She would’ve been happy that you accomplished a goal while still holding onto yourself. That you had fun while doing it. Not too many people can find that balance which tells me you are going to do amazing. But if you ever need some sort of motivation or a simple distraction from school, you can call me anytime sweetheart.”
And just like that, you knew Jake Seresin was going to be in your life for as long as you could keep him.
After the incident a little while back, your brother made an effort to be more present in your everyday life. Which meant he was currently over at your apartment criticizing how you were making dinner.
“At any point you can either cook yourself or shut up.” Bradley held up his hands in surrender.
“All I’m saying is that you are going to burn the bottom of it if you don’t stir it more often.” You turned around from the food and pointed the utensil in your hand at him. Which just so happened to be a knife.
“Listen here bird boy. My house, my rules which means you can sit your judgmental ass down before I do something you can’t bounce back from. Last I checked you needed all ten fingers to fly.”
Again, he held up his hands and thankfully kept his mouth shut while you finished up. It wasn’t too much longer before you were dishing out food for the two of you and sitting down to eat it like a normal family. The two of you sat in silence while you ate, neither of you knowing what to say.
It was like this most nights. After your mom died Bradley threw himself into his work, leaving you to fend for yourself. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but the two of you grew apart as the years went on, leaving you to call your brother only when you needed help. This is what formed his new picture of you. He only saw you when you were at your worst.
But he was trying and the least you could do was meet him halfway.
“You know how you see me as careless and not at all organized with life?” You watched as your brother sighed and shook his head.
“We have gone over this. That is not how I see you. We just have different goals in life and that’s fine.” You waved him off.
“Right. Well, I am pleased to tell you that I’m not as big as a fuck up as you might think. I start med school in a few months.” Bradley dropped his spoon, sending food splattering on the counter.
You watched his facial expressions, looking or hoping for the one you got the other day from Jake. It wasn’t that you needed the validation from your brother, but it would be nice to see it for once.
“Med school? The school where you go to become a doctor?” You snorted at the similar question Jake had asked.
“What is with pilots and their lack of common sense. Yes, Bradley. The school for doctors.” You grabbed a napkin to wipe up the drops of food while he tried to form words.
“How?” You froze at that single word. It shouldn’t surprise you, the lack of faith this man had in you. But it still stung.
“The same way anyone gets in. Ace a test, get decent grades, and interview well. Not too hard when you think about it.” Which wasn’t exactly true. You had a lot of all-nighters, tears shed at the near impossible dream, and many bumps along the way. But you had to do it.
“Mom and dad would be proud of you.” Your eyes met his and you saw something different in them. It wasn’t the pride you were looking for but sadder. Like the weight of those words cut through him.
“I know. I was always trying to follow in your footsteps, even if I did take a longer path. But you know dad would’ve been ecstatic to see you wear the patch he tried so hard for. And mom, well mom would’ve eventually gotten over her fears of you being a pilot and saw how you were born for this. You know that, right?”
He cleared his throat and focused back on his food. “Anyone else know? It’s a pretty big deal.”
You picked up on the change of topic and said, “Your arch nemesis knows. Besides that, the friend list is pretty scarce these days.”
He slowly nodded his head, “You seem to spend a lot of time with him.”
“He’s a good friend. No need to look too far into it. I know the two of you have your issues, but he’s never given me a reason to question his intentions.”
Bradley hummed in response, but he didn’t fully believe you when it comes to only being friends. He’s seen the way Jake is at work, but with you he was completely different. You might not see it or are trying to ignore it, but he knew better.
“Are you and him still at each other’s throats?” Bradley rolled his eyes, “It’s not my fault he thinks he’s better than everyone else. He’s insufferable.”
You grabbed the finished plates and took them to the sink. “You know what would get under his skin? If you laughed at everything he said. I think that would rile him up good.”
Bradley squinted his eyes at you, “I thought the two of you were friends? Why would you tell me that?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “He is always listening to me complain about you. This way he can do it for once so it’s more even.”
Bradley threw his napkin at you and shook his head, “You’re a jerk, you know that?”
You threw him one of Jake’s signature smirks, “But I’m your jerk.”
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An Illicit Affair
Part 28: Parents
Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)
Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity
Two hours had passed since the surgery had begun. Cillian, Max, and Lucy had been sitting together in the hospital room, all anxiously awaiting the surgeon's arrival. Tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating as they listened for the sound of footsteps. Lucy could sense Max's nervous energy as he paced back and forth while Cillian stared blankly towards the door. Suddenly, the door swung open and the surgeon walked in. His expression gave nothing away, but the silence in the room was deafening as they eagerly awaited his prognosis.
" The surgery went as well as could be expected given the circumstances," the surgeon finally said in a small voice, causing Cillian to exhale a loud, relieved sigh as he finally allowed hope to begin to trickle into his heart.
"You should go, dad ," Max said, stepping forward and placing a hand on Cillian's shoulder.
Cillian turned to Max, his eyes filled with gratitude as he nodded quietly before standing up and approaching the surgeon.
"Thanks," Cillian managed to say, his voice laced with emotion as he looked at the surgeon who had just given him the news that he wanted to hear.
He had feared for your life, having had a hard time accepting that there was nothing that he could do to change what had happened to you.
"Let me take you to her," the surgeon said, turning towards the door and leading the way.
Cillian followed closely behind, leaving Max and Lucy alone in the room for a moment.
Lucy looked at Max, trying to gauge his emotions.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and concerned.
He shrugged, avoiding her gaze. "I will be," he replied, his voice quiet. He then reached for his coat , slipping it on and pulling it tight around his slim frame.
Lucy stood in silence as watched him, her blue eyes following his every move. She could see the pain and tension etched onto his face, and it made her heart ache for him.
"It's fine Max. You can go," she reassured him and Max nodded, although he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze.
"Yeah, I should," he replied, his voice laced with guilt and emotion. "I have shit to do, you know," he then said , trying to mask the hurt beneath sarcasm and bravado, "like go to class and do homework and all."
Lucy nodded, understanding all too well what he was feeling. "I know," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "I will let your dad know that you left," she said, her voice gentle and comforting this time around.
Max sighed again, his shoulders dropping in defeat before he nodded slowly. "Thanks Lucy," he finally said, his voice soft and low. He then opened the door and walked out of the waiting room without another word, leaving Lucy standing there, alone in the room, her thoughts swirling in her head.
Meanwhile, Cillian arrived by your bedside, his eyes taking in the tubes, the machines, and the medical paraphernalia that had become part of the landscape of your life for the time being.
"I will give you some privacy for now. The nurses will be in and out to monitor her condition," the doctor said gently as Cillian stood by your hospital bedside, his eyes taking in every detail of your pale and still form.
"Thank you, doctor," Cillian replied, his voice barely audible as he watched the surgeon leave the room.
His heart ached as he looked at you, your face pale and listless on the hospital bed, your leg heavily bandaged, evidence of the invasive surgery you had just gone through.
He felt a wave of emotion overwhelming him as he reached for your hand, gently caressing it, the warmth of your skin a comfort to him.
He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving your face, as if willing you to wake up, to see him, to talk to him. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of your shampoo, your perfume, all the little things that made you, you.
Cillian stayed like that for a while, lost in thought, his mind replaying the events that had led up to this moment.
"You are going to get through this. I know you will," Cillian said, his voice trembling slightly. "I am here. I will always be here, no matter what," he added, his words a promise, a vow to you and the unspoken reassurance that you needed and even though you could not hear him, you somehow felt his presence.
He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to your forehead, feeling the warmth of your skin, the softness of your hair against his lips. He never wanted to let go. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of living a world without your laughter, your smile, your kindness.
He had fallen for you the moment he laid eyes on you, and now, more than ever, he knew that he loved you.
Cillian lost track of time as he kneeled there, your hand in his, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. It was only when the nurse came in to check your vitals that he realized how much time had passed.
"How is she doing?" Cillian asked, his voice laced with worry.
"She is stable. But she has a long road of recovery ahead," the nurse replied gently. "We are reducing the sedatives now, hoping that she will wake up soon, so you should stay with her a little longer. Keep talking to her. Sometimes it helps," the nurse then explained, and Cillian nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He knew that it would be a long road to recovery, but at least you were still alive.
"I will," he said quietly. "Thank you ," he added, his voice thick with emotion.
The nurse nodded, smiling at him kindly before leaving the room.
Cillian turned back to you, taking in your peaceful expression.
He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle, as if he were afraid to wake you up.
Cillian sat by your side for hours, your hand in his, his breath warm on your cheek as he whispered sweet words into your ear. It was a silent promise, a vow that he would never leave you, not like this.
Cillian's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching for any sign of consciousness, any indication that you could hear him. He watched as your chest rose and fell, each breath a testament to your strength, your resilience, your will to fight.
He did this for hours and his heart raced as he kneeled by your bedside, his hand still tightly gripping yours.
The beeping machines echoed throughout the sterile hospital room, a constant reminder of your fragile state. The sound of your shallow breaths filled the air, making Cillian's chest tighten with worry every time.
Then, suddenly, the door creaked open, and, finally, your parents stepped into the room. It took them five hours to get there and Cillian shot up from his kneeling position, a mask of feigned nonchalance settling on his face.
His eyes met theirs, hiding the storm of emotions swirling within him. He plastered a smile on his face, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Cillian then greeted them reluctantly, not knowing how much they knew about your relationship with him, but assuming that it wasn’t much. His voice was steady despite the chaos swirling inside him and just as he stepped aside to allow them to approach the bed, your mother's eyes widened, recognizing Cillian as Max’s famous father. They had never met before, but from magazines and television, he was easily recognizable. She had heard a lot about him from Max when you were still dating and yet, his presence here confused her.
"Where is Max?" your mother asked, breaking the silence while your father assessed the medical devices to which you were hooked up.
Cillian shrugged, "he left a few hours ago," he replied, unsure what else to say. "I am Cillian. Max's father," Cillian introduced himself, extending a hand to your mother while she shook it, still trying to make sense of what was happening. "Nice to meet you," he said politely, while studying her, trying to gauge her reaction without giving anything away.
Your mother nodded absentmindedly, her eyes focused on the beeping machines, the medical devices, and your bandaged leg, worry etched deep into the lines of her forehead.
"I will give you some space," Cillian muttered quietly, moving towards the door, but your mother shook her head.
"No, it's okay. I am sorry. It's nice to meet you too," your mother said at last, her voice barely audible.
Cillian nodded and stepped aside. He could feel their concern and worry, and it made his chest tighten with emotion.
There was an awkward silence as your parents stood there, taking in the sight of you lying in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines, monitors, and medical equipment.
Cillian watched as they reached for your hand, their eyes filled with love and concern, and he could feel the tears prickling at the back of his eyes.
"It's nice for your whole family to show your support for my daughter, even though your son and her aren't even together anymore," your mother finally said, breaking the silence. "She had always spoken so highly of you and your family."
Cillian nodded, his throat tight as he forced himself to swallow the lump that had formed.
"Of course," Cillian replied, his voice barely above a whisper and he could feel the tension in the air, the weight of unspoken words and secrets that hung between them.
"It's a shame they broke up. I always liked Max. He is such a good
boy, so kind, so gentle," your mother praised while your father was saying his prayers. Cillian felt his chest grow tight as if a giant hand were squeezing it, and he tried to push down the anxiety and guilt that threatened to spill over.
It had been well over a year since you had broken up with Max and when Max had first introduced you to him, he had been struck by how different you were from the other girls Max had dated.
You were kind, smart, ambitious, and fiercely independent, and he had admired those qualities in you from the beginning, even though this admiration was innocent enough at the time.
"He is a good kid," Cillian agreed, not knowing what else to say.
The guilt consumed him, guilt that he hadn't seen this coming, guilt that he had fallen in love with his son's ex-girlfriend, guilt that he had started a secret affair with you. He thought he could control this attraction, but this wasn't the case and now, with you being in hospital, the secret affair might be coming to light.
The timing was terrible and just as Cillian mulled over the gravity of his actions, the surgeon walked in to brief your parents on your condition and the procedures performed.
Your parents listened quietly, absorbing every word the surgeon spoke, their expressions stony and guarded. Cillian watched from the corner, guilt weighing heavily on him, as if he were being slowly crushed under its oppressive weight.
"We performed an emergency reconstruction on her right leg and removed her right kidney. The trauma caused severe tissue and organ damage in her right lower quadrant, and she has a long road to recovery ahead of her. She required several blood transfusions due to heavy blood loss, and it will require numerous surgeries, intense physical therapy, and ongoing medical care. However, with time, patience, and dedication, she can hopefully regain her mobility and strength," the surgeon concluded.
"Blood transfusions?" your mother gasped, her eyes wide with shock as this was strictly against their religious values. The surgeon nodded. "Yes, unfortunately, that was necessary due to her significant blood loss during the surgery to save her leg," the surgeon reassured her, but your mother shook her head.
"Why would you put her through this?" your father 's voice was low and measured, but Cillian could hear the thread of anger that ran through it. "God will not look kindly at her now," he determined with worry.
The surgeon hesitated, clearly sensing the tension that had filled the room. "It was the course of action determined by your daughter's registered next of kin," the surgeon explained tactfully, looking from Cillian to your parents.
"We wanted to give her the best chance at recovery, at leading a normal life," Cillian interjected, his voice quiet but firm.
He had made the call, the decision to save your leg, putting your life at risk. It had been the most difficult decision he had ever made, and one that had weighed heavily on him.
Your mother stared at Cillian, her eyes narrowed. "We?" she asked. "What do you mean by 'we'?" your mother asked, her voice cold and sharp, cutting through the air.
Cillian hesitated, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I mean... I made the decision," he admitted slowly, his gaze fixed on a point over your mother's shoulder, unable to meet her eyes.
"You did what?" your father exclaimed, his voice full of shock and anger. "Why would you do something like that without consulting us?"
Cillian took a deep breath, searching for the right words but the surgeon intervened.
"Maximillian Murphy was listed as your daughter's next of kin. He called his father to consult him on the matter and Mr Murphy and his son decided collectively that preserving your daughter's leg would be the best option for her long-term health and well-being," the surgeon explained, trying to quell the growing tension in the room.
Cillian could feel the weight of your parents' gazes upon him, the accusation and disappointment clear in their eyes. He could understand it, could see why they would be angry. After all, he had made a decision that affected their child's life without consulting them first.
"You had no right," your mother spat out, tears of anger and frustration welling up in her eyes.
Cillian could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him as he looked at your mother, her anger and disappointment palpable. He wanted to speak up, but decided to wait for the right moment. He didn't want to jeopardize your relationship with your parents, especially when you needed their support more than ever.
"I don't want this man anywhere near my daughter again and the same goes for his son," your mother demanded through gritted teeth, never taking her eyes off Cillian who felt as though this was like a kick to the gut.
He wanted to protest, to explain all the reasons why he had made the decision that he had.
But the words caught in his throat as he took in your mother's steely gaze, your father's tight-lipped expression.
"Please, just go," your mother said, her voice tired and broken. "Let us be with our daughter. You've done enough!"
Cillian nodded, his chest tight with hurt and regret as he turned to leave the room. He knew that he should explain, should tell them the truth, but he couldn't. Not now, with you lying there in the hospital bed, fighting for your life.
Now wasn't the time for truths or confessions or declarations. Now was the time for healing, for recovery, for focusing on getting you back on your feet.
"Alright, I will go," Cillian replied quietly, knowing better than to protest or argue with your parents. He took one last look at you, his heart aching as he imagined what you must be going through.
With one final nod to your parents, he turned and walked towards the door, but just as he reached the threshold, he heard your voice.
"Cillian," you whispered, your voice weak and raspy.
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Daddy Cupid
Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader
-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.
Chapter 2: Cupid's Arrow
As you approach the condo, the guard recognizes you and opens the door with a smile and a nod, familiar with your face.
Having a spare key, you simply let yourself in and crash onto the sofa.
"Y/N," a voice calls from behind you.
With your face planted on the couch, all you can manage is a muffled "Heyy."
The man groans, and hearing his footsteps walking away, you finally turn to face upright.
"Smokeyyyy..."
"What?" he replies from the bathroom, where he's brushing his teeth.
"I fell for Dad's tactics again..."
His head peeks out of the bathroom as he rinses his mouth. "Who is it this time?"
"Edward's son..." you sigh, realizing you've been roped into another matchmaking setup.
"Well, that can't be that bad," Smoker remarks optimistically.
"You say that, but all the dates Dad has set up for me so far are weirdos," you retort, listing off your previous experiences.
"They're not weirdos."
"King tried to rope me into his cult. Kuro is obsessed with cats, and his two cats are hideous. Pretty sure he also had a knife play kink. And Cracker plays with his food like he's 7."
"Marco isn't that bad from what I heard," Smoker offers.
"Who's Marco?" you inquire.
"Edward's son. He just moved here a few weeks ago. He's a doctor," Smoker explains.
"Ugh, you're supposed to talk shit about this, don't list off his good traits. Do you not want me to marry at 40?" you complain, frustrated with Smoker's positive outlook.
"You're hopeless. Come on, I'm on duty," Smoker insists, pulling you up.
"Can't I just stay hereeeee...." you whine.
"No," Smoker says firmly, pushing you out and closing the door behind you both.
You pout as Smoker escorts you out, and you protest, Smoker sighed. "If you want someone who'd shit on people, go visit Buggy or something."
"Fine, maybe I will!" you stomp away, and Smoker follows you silently.
Before you part ways, he ruffles your hair and says, "See ya later. Good luck on your date," with a smirk. Leaving you more upset.
As you mumble under your breath and scrunch your face in frustration, you become distracted and fail to pay attention to where you're walking.
"You're in the way!"
In a moment of carelessness, you accidentally get hit by a bike, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. As you and the man on the bike fall, you quickly look up to see who it is. Your eyes meet his, and you both take a moment to assess the situation. You find yourself face to face with a tall and imposing figure. The man had a considerable stature, with a strong and well-built frame. He has black, curly hair cut to chin length that fans out at the tips, tanned skin, and an altogether lean, long build.
Your upsetness quickly takes over, and you glare at the man who bumped into you.
"This was a sidewalk, why are you even here!" you snap.
"Bikes are allowed on this sidewalk. Why weren't you paying attention?" he grumbles in response.
"You ruined my clothes!" you exclaim.
"You ruined my bike."
"No, I didn't!" you argue, pointing at the perfectly okay bike that was just on the ground.
"Fine, maybe my bike is fine, but you're still at fault," he concedes, getting up and dusting himself off before picking up his bike.
You hurriedly get up, not wanting him to divert from the issue at hand. However, you wince when a sudden pain shoots through your wrist as you try to push yourself up, causing you to clutch it in discomfort.
The man looks at your wrist and, despite his grumbling, takes your hand to examine it. You wince in pain and pull your hand away from him.
He then pulls out his wallet and hands you a paper. "Calling card. Get that checked, then call me. Sorry for the trouble," he mutters, seeming somewhat remorseful.
"Shouldn't you take me to somewhere I can get checked instead of telling me to go alone?" you glare at him, frustrated by his lack of assistance.
"I'm busy. Anyways, just call me," he says as he starts to leave, showing little interest in staying to help further.
You trudge to the closest hospital or clinic you can find, nursing your injured wrist. The nurse at the front desk helps you fill out the necessary paperwork, and you take a seat in the waiting area.
After a while, the doctor emerges from his room, the doctor was a tall, lean, muscular man with blond hair and a rather sleepy look on his face sporting some stubble around his chin. The doctor briefly speaks with an elderly lady, cautioning her to be careful, before turning his attention to the nurse and inquiring about the next patient to see.
The nurse calls for you, and you make your way to the doctor's room. The doctor, with a sweet smile, welcomes you inside.
"So, Ms. L/N, for a broken wrist?" he reads from your paperwork.
You nod and reply, "Y-Yeah, an asshole bumped into me..."
He chuckles sympathetically and looks at you as you cradle your injured wrist. "May I?"
"O-Oh, right," you say, realizing he needs to examine it. Slowly, you hand your hand over to him, and he gently takes it, carefully inspecting your wrist. He proceeds to move it and perform various examinations.
"Well, I'll just wrap it up and keep it on for two weeks. You can't let this get wet, and I'd suggest you remove it when you sleep," he advises, outlining the treatment plan for your broken wrist.
"Also, from your paperwork, it said you got hit by a bike. You might have bruises or something, would you want me to check those too?" the doctor inquires.
"Uh, sure..." you agree, realizing that it's probably a good idea to make sure you haven't sustained any other injuries from the accident.
The doctor carefully examined you, paying attention to any potential injuries beyond your broken wrist. After a thorough check, he pointed out, "Well, it seems you have an abrasion at the back of your thigh, and there's another one on your ankle."
You blinked in surprise, realizing you hadn't even noticed those injuries. "Oh, I didn't even notice."
The doctor chuckled at your response. "Perhaps its the adrenaline from the accident must have masked the pain. It happens more often than you'd think. I'll clean and dress these wounds for you, so they don't get infected."
After the doctor dressed your wounds and provided you with the necessary care, you paid for the medical services and expressed your gratitude before leaving the clinic.
With your wrist securely wrapped and your minor injuries tended to, you made your way to Buggy's place.
You knock on the door, and it's answered by a slim, well-endowed woman with dark-green eyes and long, wavy black hair. She greets you with a scowl, clearly not pleased with your presence.
"Who are you?" she scoffs, crossing her arms defensively.
"Don't worry, I'm not here for you," you reply dismissively, pushing past her to enter the room. She gasps at your audacity.
She quickly runs to the couch, where you spot a familiar redheaded figure watching TV. She jumps into his arms, and you roll your eyes at the dramatic display before knocking on Buggy's room, eager to get this meeting over with.
As you knock on Buggy's room, the redhead inside turns to see who's entered. His eyes light up with excitement when he sees you, and he quickly pushes away the woman who was in his arms.
"My love! Y/N~ You couldn't help but come for me, hmm~?" Shanks exclaims, trying to pull you closer.
"Is Bug home?" you ask, trying to keep the conversation on track.
"I am~ Do you still need him~?" Shanks sings, pulling you closer once more. Annoyed, you grab his ear, causing him to hiss in pain. "Ow owowowow!!!"
"Yes or no?" you demand.
"He's asleep!!!!" He finally answers, albeit reluctantly.
Pushing Shanks away, you roll your eyes and decide to call Buggy directly. You pick up your phone and dial his number, not wanting to deal with any more unnecessary drama in the room.
In the background, you can hear the woman and Shanks starting to argue, but you pay them no mind as you patiently wait for Buggy to answer your call.
Buggy picks up the phone after a few rings, and you quickly inform him of your presence.
"I'm outside, open your door," you instruct.
You hear some commotion and noises from inside the room, and then the door swings open. "H-Hi!" Buggy stammers.
Without wasting any time, you push him back into the room and close the door behind you, not wanting to deal with Shanks or the woman any longer.
"Bug, Smokey didn't comfort me," you complain, turning your attention to Buggy.
"Comfort you why?" Buggy asks, looking genuinely confused.
"Dad got me another date..." you sigh in exasperation.
"Again?? Didn't he promise not to?" Buggy questions, clearly surprised.
"I know, right?! He never keeps his promise! I told him I'm moving to mom's if he doesn't keep this promise."
Buggy raises an eyebrow. "Who's your date this time?" he inquires, curious about the latest candidate your father has selected.
"Smokey said his name is Marco. I don't know him, though..." you explain.
Buggy chuckles and says, "I bet he's an ass too."
"THANK YOU!!!" you exclaim, rolling your eyes. "Smokey said he's amazing," you mock, emphasizing the word 'amazing' with a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, I bet he also said how this one might be the right one!" Buggy adds, catching onto the pattern of your father's matchmaking attempts.
"EXACTLY OMG!!" you reply, the frustration evident in your voice. It seems both you and Buggy share a similar skepticism about these setups.
"Why not just ask your dad to help you with Hawkeye," Buggy suggests.
You flush and retort, "Shut up, you clown."
"It was just a suggestion. You want him anyway," He insists.
"He has kids," you remind him.
Buggy smirks and teases, "What a dilf, am I right?"
"You're the worst, omg! I have a date tomorrow, hellooooo!" you exclaim, exasperated by his antics.
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HI GUYS I'VE WRITTEN AND ALMOST FINISHED DOFFY'S STORY BCUZ UHM I KNOW I SAID THIS STORY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OWNED BY MARCO BUT I FELL IN LOVE WITH DOFFY AGAIN
I'll be writing either Marco, Katakuri or Aokiji next I'll let you know who ill write
im letting you guys know in case you want changes and as ive said before characters thats been written are not receiving change of tropes
to clarify stuff too i wasnt going to make this a harem but perhaps some people got the wrong idea
these are separate stories sharing the universe where Y/N will go down the route of romance for this character sometimes they'll make references from the other stories if i can think of funny ones but yes
i hope you guys enjoy this story thanm you so much for all your supports!!
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Here's the key art and character descriptions for The Boys spinoff Gen V:
Jaz Sinclair plays Marie Moreau, an 18-year-old superhero with the ability to control and weaponize her own blood. As an incoming freshman at Vought-run Godolkin University, she is eager to prove she has what it takes to join The Seven, but is sidetracked by a mystery she begins to unravel at the school.
Chance Perdomo plays Andre Anderson, a junior at Godolkin University with magnetic powers. He’s Golden Boy’s best friend and the son of famous superhero, Polarity; Andre has big shoes to fill as he’s set to take over the Polarity name once his dad retires. When Andre realizes that something is afoot at the school, he takes it into his own hands to try and figure out the mystery.
Lizze Broadway plays Emma Meyer, who is also known by her superhero name, Little Cricket, for her ability to get super small. Though insecure and naive, which often leaves her in compromising positions, she becomes close friends with her freshman roommate, Marie, and together they navigate the mysterious dangers at Godolkin University.
Shelley Conn plays Indira Shetty, the dean of Godolkin University. She doesn’t have powers, but her background in superhero psychology and her peerless ability to analyze what makes supes tick make her indispensable to the school. Her goal is to transform Godolkin University into the most elite college for supes and she takes a special interest in Marie when she arrives on campus.
Maddie Phillips plays Cate Dunlap, a junior at Godolkin University who is good friends with Jordan and Andre. Cate is able to push people to do anything she commands using the touch of her hands, which she uses to her advantage. Powerful and confident, she’s also Luke’s girlfriend, making her one of the most popular supes on campus.
London Thor and Derek Luh play Jordan Li, a competitive student at Godolkin University who will do anything to get to the top. They have a unique ability of changing between male and female forms, through which different powers manifest— the man is dense and indestructible, while the woman is agile and can launch energy blasts. Their distinct sets of powers make them a standout TA at Brink's School of Crime Fighting.
Asa Germann plays Sam, a troubled supe who is desperately trying to escape his unfortunate circumstances. He’s extremely powerful, with super strength and invulnerability. Despite having a good heart, he’s plagued by his hallucinations, which sometimes make it hard for him to discern between what is—and is not—reality.
Patrick Schwarzenegger plays Luke Riordan, who is also known by his superhero name, Golden Boy, because of his ability to light his entire body on fire. He is a senior at Godolkin University and is in the top rank, having the brightest prospects of joining The Seven.
Sean Patrick Thomas plays Polarity, Andre’s father and largely celebrated Godolkin University alumnus and trustee. Polarity expects his son to follow in his footsteps by taking over the Polarity name when he retires. He believes Andre is destined for The Seven and will stop at nothing to make his dream become reality.
Clancy Brown plays Professor Rich “Brink” Brinkerhoff, a renowned professor of crime fighting at Godolkin University who taught superheroes such as A-Train, Queen Maeve, and The Deep. He is dedicated to finding the top new talent at Godolkin University to join The Seven, and believes Golden Boy has what it takes to be next.
Marco Pigossi plays Dr. Edison Cardosa, a gifted doctor with ties to Godolkin University
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actually there is another super interesting way in which you can tell dixon is trying to narratively reward steph for her perserverence (aside from writing her to fit his sexist worldview and rewarding her for that) & almost the... "pick oneself up by their bootstraps and succeed no matter your circumstances and what barriers there may be" narrative he kind of has for her and that is with the evolving nature of her social class through her appearances while he writes her imo (the ultimate bootstraps story that conservatives love) (which also contributes to the vast difference of interpretations of steph's economic status)
so honestly, in her first appearance in detective comics #647-649 she is very much coded as coming from a background of lower class/working poor/welfare stereotypes with a criminal father and an addict mother.
their house is visibly run down & not taken care of. crystal is emaciated and wears a robe all day/doesn't bother to get dressed, doctor shops for pills, and is whiny about how she'll get sicker without the prescription pills she's addicted to (you know nothing about crystal's initial aesthetics screams welfare queen imagery to me, tbh. they certainly don't seem to be implied to be "scamming the system just to live it up on steaks and lobster" and dixon would be way more overt about welfare fraud. i would call this more "white trash poor person" imagery as i imagine he sees it.).
interestingly though is the framing of steph by dixon as incredibly positive in comparison to her surroundings. in a way she's conceived as someone who is fighting against the poor circumstances that she was born into--she's going to be spoiler and rise above her criminal father and compared to her mother who can't be bothered to get dressed because she's always high, steph's going to dress nicely. those jeans she's wearing? that back pattern pocket is pretty iconically calvin klein. those were like. status symbol jeans of the 90s. now i'm not here to argue about affordability indicating she's way richer than she actually is here, because this was the 90s and steph very much could have afforded nice clothes and a vespa for herself on her summer/part-time job (in fact the clothes she wears on her vespa are pretty implied to be some sort of part-time job uniform), but it's a very interesting contrast that dixon draws, especially considering his biases. like you can tell he thinks that steph is in no way responsible for her circumstances (it's not her fault that her dad is a criminal and her mom is an addict) & and that being born into her circumstances don't mean she's doomed to end up like them--as long as she works hard and does the right thing, she'll be rewarded. in this case, she'll present herself as higher class/act classier than her unfortunate surroundings (via her external presentation of herself--she'll work hard and get the things she deserves for her hard work and effort) & resoundingly reject following her criminal father's footsteps by becoming the spoiler in order to cement herself as Not Like That. like he went out of his way to make her circumstances be more stereotypically poor and then show her as being above all that. she's the noble poor to her unfortunate white trash circumstances. (which is in line with dixon's classism and conservative viewpoint that it's okay to be poor, as long as you're white and don't act like those people do and hate your circumstances/are motivated to rise above them).
and this thread of how crystal is/stephanie's circumstances continues through crysal's next two appearances in robin #3 and showcase '95 #5 (though this was was written by keri kowalski, not dixon). she's still presented with very stereotypical aesthetics: she's never dressed, at this point, it's not implied she works...
and again, you can tell that dixon likes steph despite the fact that he wrote her as poor in her initial appearances because he often writes her as though he considers her above her circumstances (because those aren't her fault and she's working hard to not be like that).
the interesting thing is how this evolves once crystal kicks her addiction. which. frankly, i don't believe we ever see exactly when this happens? she's still an addict in showcase '95, but by her next appearance in robin #43 in 1997, she seems to. certainly be different than she was portrayed in her few initial appearances and appears to probably be sober at this point.
she's well put together and clearly employed, a far cry from the initial imagery dixon initially used for her. now it doesn't say she's a nurse here, just that she works at the hospital, but the white shoes and dress are an imagery giveaway. and now making steph's mom a nurse is actually kind of a soft retcon of her previously implied situation and a pretty interesting one at that because nursing--nursing and teaching occupations back in the 80s and 90s (and even today for nursing) iirc were considered good jobs to the middle class, on account of them being professional and steady jobs that required a degree of some sort that couldn't be automated or sent overseas (and there's a shortage, they need nurses!), like other jobs that were being lost at the time. so by making her mom a nurse, dixon was explicitly cementing their family circumstances as middle class as opposed to implied poor like their very initial appearances (or even what might've been considered "working class" at the time by certain economic theories, given that nursing isn't necessarily considered an "unskilled" job and does require college + it may be considered a pink collar job but in general there's good job security so it's such a gray area) (forgive my use of quotations here, i don't personally believe that jobs are unskilled and that the working class is a nebulous term that is illdefined and covers many different jobs with vastly different potential salary opportunities. a union working class electrician could very well be upper middle class based on salary, low cost of living, and lack of debt compared to someone who works at minimum wage, lives in a HCOL area, and has 75k in college loans but both are considered working class because they provide labor for wages) (i'm thinking of a 90s working class that was viewed between the middle class and the poor that consisted of a lot of what people considered blue collar or routizined work, but again, that means almost nothing in terms of salary potential and economic opportunity. plumber and warehouse worker are both considered blue collar, but their economic circumstances can vastly differ, but i digress-)
which is actually a pretty interesting evolution to her initial implied socioeconomic circumstances. because if her mom is a nurse & has a middle class job, then their economic issues previously weren't necessarily just that they were poor. it's that they were middle class fallen on hard times. which also coincides with the shift in the 90s where people were starting to be frightened of the middle class getting ravaged by the opioid/drug crisis. so now crystal isn't a stereotypical poor white trash addict, she's a middle-class worker who fell on hard times. and if they were struggling with finances, it wasn't that they were poor, it was more to do with struggling on account of crystal's addictions and having to deal with steph's dad/pay for him/he used their money and house for his villainy. and you end up because of this retcon having this issue where yea, she was initially presented as poor. but for the vast majority of her appearances, when she more consistently started to have a presence, she's written as middle class fallen on hard times. and you get this dissonance in her reading where it's like, yea, at the beginning, she was poor (and in far more stereotypical circumstances), so you can't say she never struggled financially. but also to claim she's just poor is to go against a lot of imagery that indicates more of a lower middle class (middle class, but struggling/tighter finances/no significant wiggle room), such as having a mom who's a nurse, having a home computer, etc. and in this case i really don't think this was just a case of dixon not knowing how to write a poor person (though that's definitely somewhat involved, this is dixon after all), because the choice of profession for her mother and giving her access to a home computer in the 90s and the overall improvement of her perceived home environment as the series progressed do seem like a deliberate choice on dixon's part. he probably would have known that nursing was considered a "good, steady" job to have.
anyways, i don't necessarily think this retcon is. necessarily worst thing in the world. it's much less stereotypical than poor/bad people are in poor/bad situations because of their choices and it acknowledges that people in all socioeconomic tiers can struggle with issues like crime and addiction.
alright, continuing on. there's an interesting thread in the steph pregnancy arc that has crystal ruminate on how steph ended up that way because crystal was a bad influence for marrying arthur and the pills. but because chuck has decided that the browns are more lower middle class than straight lower class there's a bit of a redemption/reimagining of his initial poor view of crystal once she gets sober and a marked improvement in the appearance of their socioecomonic status. take robin #58 for example.
crystal gets to support and affirm steph, be present (unlike her initial appearances). and in robin #84 after she's aware of steph's going out as spoiler after having recently found the spoiler costume (and trying to put her down about it--compared to when steph was doing spoiler stuff in the kitchen and her mom didn't even notice because she was high) and the visual design of the inside of their their house has definitely improved from run down to standard middle class, fairly nice looking.
which again feels fairly deliberate to me. because it doesn't just seem like dixon not understanding what it means to be poor, there's a deliberate moving of steph's socioeconomic status up more towards middle class once her mom gets sober which i feel like aligns nicely with chuck's viewpoint that if you're poor, you're poor because of bad choices and once you make good choices you can settle back into relative comfort.
and notably he gives even bigger reward to crystal for kicking her habit and make better choices and renouncing her husband's criminal ways (when she found out steph was spoiler and turned him in she was like "hah, serves him right"--compare this to when she was implied to be visiting him in steph's first appearance and she was being presented poorly): she, like steph, will now get sympathy for being put in a situation out of her control and the hard times that have fallen upon them. in robin #93 and #94 arthur comes home and parks himself there and nobody likes it.
and yea, they're shown to be struggling--crystal doesn't have extra money laying around to hire a lawyer to kick our her husband--a long, arduous, expensive process (+in robin #94 she's shown as being fed up with the court process as well). but rather than her being treated bad by narrative for not having money, she's presented quite sympathetically. she doesn't want them there or have anything to do with them. she's a hardworking, middle class woman who maybe fell on hard times because of her past addictions and having a criminal husband, but because she did the right thing and got clean and renounced those ways. she's not being seen as culpable to the situation--she's being seen as a victim of it this time. anyways, dixon eventually resolves the situation by sending dinah over to kick out the villains inhabiting her home, which shows that he thinks that they're (crystal and steph) deserving of being saved from the circumstances that keep them down (because they're hardworking people who are actively trying to get out of their situation and better themselves). and it aligns quite nicely with his conservative view of the world, that people who work hard get rewarded for their hard work and good things happen to them.
like i'm not going to pretend that the browns are rich by any means. they're clearly not. but there's an interesting way in which dixon improves steph's class as a reward for her perserverence. the last mention we get of any potential class by dixon is her conversation with tim in robin #100 where tim is catastrophizing about the loss of his money (which i know is nagl), but it also doesn't exactly imply she's poor and she's not exactly mad at him for being tone-deaf. she's just matter of fact about not understanding the big deal--just that she fights crime on a budget. so it's more her way of telling tim that he doesn't have to worry about the money thing/going down to middle class when it comes to being robin--after all, she's done just fine as spoiler by being smart with her money. which is actually fairly in line with dixon's viewpoint that if you make good decisions with your money, you'll do just fine and can/should afford to do what you want.
his biases and politics are sooo obvious with the browns tbh. all in all, the way he writes the browns (crystal & stephanie) wrt class i get a lot of flavors of that stupid fucking hillbilly elegy book. they're not poor welfare recipients because they're the true, hardworking people who deserve to be middle class. they were down on their luck and made bad decisions and had unfortunate things happen to them (arthur, crystal's addiction), but they overcame that like good hardworking americans (became spoiler, got sober) and as a result their economic situation improves as god intended. anyways, like i said before. it makes it so hard to be like "yea, steph was poor!" without leaning into dixon's stereotypes of poor people (addiction, criminality) and when he does write them as poor/struggling he writes them as the "true poor" "the good poor people who would never depend on aid, they just work hard to reject their circumstances and elevate themselves as they should". but it's also hard to uncomplicatedly say she was middle class, because despite being presented as lower middle class for a lot of her appearances, it's also another part of dixon's classism that has him improving their economic class over time because it's an improvement inexorably linked to his belief that hardworking americans can just pull themselves up by their bootstraps because he shows steph and crystal doing just that.
& i think of how it was initially dixon's idea to maybe make steph robin in a storyline & i can't help but feel that's almost a continuation/conclusion of the bootstraps narrative he has for steph.
idk it's just hard for me to say that dixon looked down on steph for being poor/being lower middle class because her story of self-improvement is so tied to the conservative belief of upward mobility with hard work. it's extremely classist. and yet it's still there. on the paper.
bonus, just to prove he sees them (the browns) as a lower middle class family who wouldn't be struggling so much if the government would just stop taking all their money in taxes:
#listen tim gets to be a dixon mouthpiece a lot to extoll the virtues of the rich#but the browns are also very much written as his way of extolling the 'poor dears plighted by taxes to pay for the poors' lower middle clas#and it's hard to be like well that's unrealistic when that socioeconomic class has gotten convinced of the ideals of conservatism#it's just another one of the unfortunate realities of her creation and the fact that she was dixon's darling#no matter which way you perceive her...classism and conservative ideals of economics are involved
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You can feel yourself almost floating away, Robin is looking at you. But you’re having trouble reading her face. The stick is in your hand, and you can’t believe there’s a plus sign.
“Oh my gosh, you’re-.” Robin tries to say but the words don’t come out.
“Pregnant.” You say, finishing off her words for her. You sit down on the tile floor, feeling a bit numb. It’s not that you didn’t want a baby. But this was—too soon.
“What are you going to say to Steve? He should know—“
“No I agree. I just, I just need to process this first.” You say, trying to ground yourself. Trying to breath because you were still too young to have a baby. And your parents— what were they going to say?
It took you two weeks to finally tell Steve. You could see the way Robin had been fighting with herself to not say anything. And you were thankful she was doing a good job. But you were ready, you had a tiny human growing inside of you. One, you and Steve had created.
When you had found him, he was busy eating his lunch. Reading pieces of paper, probably having something to do with work. You approach him slowly but like always, he could hear the sound of your footsteps and know it was yours.
“Baby?” His face turning to see you. A smile grew on his face and he instantly dropped the pages back on the table. “What are you doing here?”
“I have to talk to you. It’s important.” His face scans you from head to toe. A small panic look reaches his face but he swallows and nods.
“Yeah, baby sure. It’s not—it’s not bad is it? I’ve been a good boyfriend? Right?”
“Of course you have. Steve, it’s about something else. And it’s nothing bad.”
He lets out a breath of relief and lets you talk.
“Well, remember the night I spend at your house. When we uh-.”
A small grin finally seeps onto his face and he nods again.
“Yeah I do, I had you scream-“ You hit him lightly on the shoulder and he lets out a little chuckle.
“What about it? You want another roun-.”
“Steve! Oh my god!” You say, he lets out a laugh and is staring at you with so much love. You feel like you can become one with it.
“Soo?”
“So, I was feeling nauseous a couple of days after. Well a week or so, and at first I chalked it up to nothing. Then I missed my period and obviously that’s not normal.” He’s following everything you’re saying and his brows crinkle. But still he doesn’t seem to catch on.
“I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Plus I saw a doctor to make sure. I’m—pregnant.”
Steve’s face goes through so many emotions and finally it lands onto excitement. One minute you’re on the chair next to his. The next he’s spinning you around in his arms.
“You’re pregnant! Oh my- I’m going to be a dad?” Tears are falling from your eyes but not because of sadness. Or fear. You simply nod and he plants a rough kiss on your lips.
“I’m going to be a dad! And you’re going to a mom. Baby, I love you.”
“I love you too, Stevie.”
He gives you another kiss, this one more gentler. His big hand wrapped around the back of your neck. A big smile upon his face. You were going to be parents. And you couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be parents with.
#stranger things#stranger things x reader#pregnant!reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x fem#steve harrington fluff
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Prologue: Let Me Make Your Night
AN: this part one of my enemies to lovers fic with Joe Burrow and a latina!OC. diclaimer i know NOTHING about football. i thought this white boy was cute and decided to write about him. and a huge thank you to @heavyhitterheaux and @nattinatalia for letting me bounce ideas off with them ilysm <333
Requested? No
Warnings: smut angsty ending
Word Count: 4.8k words
February 2022
Astrid looked at her dad’s text messages and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she’d forget how much of a die hard fan he was of the San Diego Chargers, not the LA Chargers. In his eyes they don’t exist and the Chargers stopped being a real team until the end of 2016. So the fact that she was at SoFi Stadium, where the team resides now, for the superbowl was sending her dad into a frenzy. She invited him to join her, technically his good friend Guy Fieri invited them, but her dad said no and to be safe.
“Astrid Romero, over here!” photographers yelled at her as she made her way to the box seats.
She smiled and waved before nudging her best friend to keep walking.
“Damn, you’re like famous, famous now.” Amira said in a teasing tone.
“Oh hush.” Astrid said, shyly.
Astrid Romero was an up and coming actress. She starred in the soon to be released drama ‘The Perfect Family’ for HBOMax alongside Mark Ruffalo, Kid Cudi, Noah Centineo, Eva Longoria, Benjamin Bratt and other known actors. It was her first big TV role. The tv show that got her really started was the three episode arc on FBI where she played the daughter of sicario that got kidnapped on her walk to campus and Maggie and OA had to find her so there wouldn’t be a terf war between the carteles. After that she had small roles here and there. Her first movie role was the year before when she starred in an action rom-com movie with Jacob Elordi and Aaron Taylor Johnson. A lot of people compared the movie to ‘This Means War’ but how it was better because it wasn’t as cheesy and predictable as the 2012 movie.
Acting wasn’t her original plan when she moved to LA. She originally planned to study biology at USC and become a doctor like her mom. After she finished her degree in 2020, she planned on taking a gap year before starting med school at USC. Because she needed a job to maintain herself in LA, she interned with her godfather at Food Network. Guy was friends with her dad and the family restaurant was featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives a few years ago and since then her dad and Guy just clicked. He sometimes is a guest judge on Guy’s Grocery Games.
Astrid mainly worked with the camera crew. It wasn’t until one day she had to fill in for Hunter, Guy Fieri’s oldest son, for an episode of Guy’s Grocery Games. Since then it was like she was hit with the acting bug and she needed to be in front of the camera. Thanks to her connections to Guy, she was able to book auditions and see what’s out there.
When she booked the movie with Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Jacob Elordi, she was nervous to tell her mom. Mostly out of fear of disappointing her mom that she was briefly going to Seattle for the movie because they had a plan for her to become a doctor. Fortunately for her, her mom was supportive of her and whatever she wanted to do. Both of her parents were very supportive of her and her three older brothers.
Her two oldest were fraternal twins, Gael and Gabriel. They were four years older than Astrid and her other brother, Esteban, was two years older than her. The twins followed their parents' footsteps. Gael worked as a chef in Hillcrest and Gabriel was doing his residency at UCSD to become a doctor. Meanwhile Esteban played in a minor league baseball team in hopes he'd get scouted into a major league team.
“J said Drake was able to add us to his list so we can go whenever we want.” Amira said, checking her phone.
“Okay, I just have to say hi to Guy and get a picture with him so he can confirm to my dad that we were there with him.” Astrid said as they entered the large room.
She spotted the blonde dip-dyed man and made a beeline toward him, making sure Amira was behind her. She greeted him and his family and got her picture with him. Astrid sent her dad the picture and linked arms with Amira.
“Is that Martha Stewart?” Amira asked, nodding her head at the older woman.
“Yes, wanna say hi?” Astrid asked.
“I don’t know. I never met a convicted felon before.” she said, feigning fear.
“Ay por favor.” Astrid laughed.
She pulled Amira to where Martha was and waited a few seconds to greet her.
“Hi, I’m Astrid Romero, my dad is Enrique Romero. My friend, Amira, and I just wanted to say hi.” she told the older woman.
“Hi,” Martha greeted them with both a hug and an air kiss on each cheek. She glanced down to Astrid’s nails. “I love your nails. They’re perfect for spring.”
“Thank you, actually Amira did them for me.” she said. She brought her nails up so the woman could see them better. They were clear acrylic nails, nude at the base, and hand small flowers all over for a spring theme. Her gold rings made her nails stand out more.
Martha turned to Amira. “You’re so talented.”
“Oh, thank you.” she said shyly.
Astrid excused herself and answered a text from her dad and left Amira talking to Martha. Amira walked over to her with the biggest smile on her face.
“Bitch, I’m doing Martha’s nails.” she squealed as they made their way out of the room.
“Shut up!” Astrid whisper-yelled. “I’m so excited.”
Astrid knew her friend was talented. Amira and Astrid met in their first year at USC. They were assigned to the same dorm. She ran a small nail business in their door to have spending money since her parents only covered her tuition, boarding, and other necessary school expenses. Just like Astrid, Amira got her degree, but didn’t pursue a career with it. After graduation she enrolled into cosmetology school and got her nail technician license. She has a decent following and worked from her apartment until she had enough to open her own nail salon. She also sold press on kits. Amira sometimes traveled with Astrid so she could do her nails for press and for red carpet events. Which was how Amira met her boyfriend, Jack Harlow.
In September Astrid was invited to the Met Gala by Tommy Hilfiger, who did the costumes for the movie she did with Jacob and Aaron. She brought out Amira and she did her nails in the suite Tommy got for everyone he was dressing. Jack spent the whole night asking Astrid about Amira, until she texted her friend asking if she could give Jack her number because he was annoying her. She said yes obviously and they’ve been together for a few months. Astrid also got a lot of compliments on her nails and she was telling them that her best friend Amira did them. From there Amira gained a huge celebrity following.
The second they entered, Amira and Jack were attached to the hip. Astrid awkwardly sat next to Jack’s best friend, who fell asleep before the game even started. She decided to get up and venture out after getting bored of doing nothing. She tucked her pass inside so no one could snatch it if they walked past her and went to the room next door that was selling team gear and superbowl merch. She decided to get a jersey as a memento of her first superbowl. Knowing her father would drop dead if she bought a jersey from any of the LA teams, she decided to buy a Bengals jersey. She liked tigers and 1998, the year she was born, was the year of the tiger.
"Good choice." Someone behind her said.
Astrid turned back and was met with a tall figure, showing him the jersey. "You think so? I only picked this so my dad wouldn't disown me."
"Dang and here I thought you liked the team." The guy said, placing his hand on his chest.
"We'll see how the game ends." She joked.
"Astrid?" Jack called from the entrance. He angrily stomped toward her. "Your best friend was about to call a search party. You can't just fucking leave like that."
"You two were swapping spit. It's not like I left the stadium." She said, pushing hair behind her ear.
"Next time take your phone." He said, pulling her phone out of his pocket.
Astrid took her phone, feeling slightly embarrassed that Jack was scolding her like a child.
"Jack?" The guy said, making his presence known.
"Yeah–holy shit Joe, I didn't recognize you. What's up, man." Jack said, reaching forward to give the guy, who apparently is named Joe, a bro hug.
Astrid waited a few seconds for Jack to introduce her to his very cute and tall friend, but the two guys fell into conversation. She got in line and paid for her jersey while Jack caught up with his friend. She sent him a text and returned to where Amira was.
"Where the fuck were you?" Amira asked in a motherly tone.
"Next door, getting a jersey." She said, taking off her oversized jacket so she could put on the jersey.
"Who did you get?"
"Not sure, I just picked number nine." Astrid said, folding the jersey so it looks cropped. She gestured down to her outfit. "Cute?"
"Yes, it's giving WAG supporting her man at the superbowl." Amira nodded.
"You think I can be a WAG?" She asked.
"You could be the Vanessa Hudgens of the NFL. Like people would know you and wonder how an NFL player was able to bag you."
Astrid laughed at her response. While they waited for the game to start, poses ranging from corny prom poses to thirst trapping ones. Amira's boyfriend came back and the pair went back to overdoing the pda. To keep herself busy she decided to look up the player of the jersey she bought. She stared dumbfoundedly at her phone.
She bought Joe Burrow's jersey.
That was the guy from the line when she was picking a jersey and began chatting her up. Then she went on Google because she was fairly positive that Jack mentioned him in one of his songs, the name sounded familiar. She was right and copied the lyric onto her Instagram post, adding a few pictures that she took with Amira. While she was on Instagram, she looked him up and without thinking she followed him.
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"I can't believe Astrid fucking Romero followed you." Ja'Maar told Joe as they got in the sprinter van with all the other players. After their loss, the team was going to a private party hosted by Kid Cudi.
"Oh that," he shrugged it off.
In truth, Joe was over the moon. He didn't get a chance to get her name before she left the stand, but Jack said her name and he kept it on the back burner so he could look her up after the game. To his surprise, when he opened his notifications and saw people commenting his @ on her post where she used the line from Jack's song. He was even more surprised to see that she followed him. Obviously he followed her back and liked her post.
He was going to invite her to the after party but he felt like it was too forward since they only had a two minute conversation. However he found a loophole and invited Jack, telling him he could bring some friends, but to let him know who he was bringing to add them to his VIP section. He was relieved to see her name among the small group Jack was bringing.
When Joe and the rest of the team arrived at the club, it was in full swing. The dance floor was filled with people dancing and the bar was full. The VIP section Joe had was in the balcony overlooking the whole club. The club provided the team with unlimited bottle service and full access to the private bar in the balcony so they didn't go down where the non VIP guests were.
Joe looked through the bottles and excused himself to go to the bar. A bartender approached him and took his order. They handed him his drink and went to tend to other people, walking up to the bar.
"Is this seat taken?" Someone asked.
He looked up and saw it was Astrid, shaking his head. "It is."
Her face dropped. "Oh, I’m sorry."
"No, I meant that it is taken now that you're here." Joe corrected himself.
"Oh, okay." She giggled.
She took a seat as a bartender asked her what she wanted to drink. She leaned forward, allowing for Joe to take her in. She wore a short sparkly dress. There was a slit down her thigh, but it was fastened by two large, gold safety pins. It was loose-fitting but it knew where to hug her body. The club lights bounced off her dress, making her tan skin glow and the few tattoos she had shine. All in all, she looked beautiful.
"I'm sorry about the game." She said, crossing her leg.
Joe shrugged. "We'll get them next time.
"I know but as a new fan, I was a little sad my new team lost." Astrid pouted.
"I promise you next time we make it to the super bowl, we'll win just for you." He said.
"I'm holding you to it." She said, making him laugh.
Astrid and Joe fell into conversation. They were mainly focused on Joe and the teams he played in college. Joe was a bit hesitant about talking about himself because he was used to other people only pretending and not paying any attention to what he said. It was refreshing to talk to Astrid. She was a good listener and knew the right questions to ask him. He was able to relax with her and have a normal conversation with her.
'What a Feeling' by One Direction began playing and Astrid perked up.
"Do you wanna dance?" She asked Joe.
"Sure." He nodded. She could ask him to rob a bank and he would.
She placed a hundred dollar bill to cover their drinks under their drinks and reached for his hand. She led him to the dance floor. They stood off to the side, so they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves.
Joe was unsure where to place his hands so he kept them at his sides. Astrid brought his hands to her hips while she wrapped her arms around him. They slowly danced, swaying from side to side. For a change of pace the DJ played 'Bouncin' by Tinashe. This time Astrid turned around and pressed her back against Joe. Luckily this time around, he knew what he was doing. He gently pushed her down and kept his hand on her back as he rolled his hips into her ass.
The DJ was all over the place after the sing ended. They played a bunch of songs from reggaeton to line dancing. After an hour, or what felt like an hour, of dancing, Astrid and Joe made their way back to the VIP section. They ordered some water and sat back on the stools.
Joe's stomach growled loud enough that Astrid was able to hear it. He gave her a sheepish look.
"Sorry, I haven’t eaten since this morning." He said.
"I know this twenty-four hour taco shop. For being in LA they have decent Mexican food. Plus it's super low-key if you wanna go." She suggested.
"I would kill for a burrito right now."
"Lucky for you, you won’t have to." Astrid teased. "I’m going to tell my friends that I’m leaving. Do you want to meet here in five?"
"Sounds like a plan." Joe nodded.
They went their separate ways. Joe went to where his teammates were and told them he was heading out. While he waited for Astrid he ordered an UberLux. Jeff was showing up in five minutes in a Range Rover.
"All set." Astrid said when she came back.
She went down to the dance floor and told Amira and Jack she was leaving with Joe. Amira reminded her to share her location and if her plans changed to let her know.
"Let's go." He said.
There were paps posted and got a few pictures of Joe and Astris, but thanks to security, they weren't followed. Astrid wore a huge oversized jacket that she used to shield her face from the cameras. She also hid behind Joe's tall frame. They reached their designated Uber, Astrid placed her jacket over her so she wouldn't be photographed as paps took pictures of the car. Once they were a few streets out, she pulled her jacket off and fixed her hair.
The drive was pretty quiet. The Uber driver kept to himself, making small talk here and there. In less than half an hour the driver pulled up to the taco shop. The pair thanked him and made their way towards the door. Joe held the door open for them and let Astrid in first.
“Hasta que se aparece.” a cook from back told Astrid when they got in line.
“Tenía unas entrevistas en Nueva York.” She replied back to him. Astrid turned back to Joe. “Are you ready to order or do you need a minute?”
“Uh,” Joe lost his train of thought watching a server carry a plate of rolled tacos with all the toppings to a table. “What’s that?”
“Rolled tacos. You can pick from chicken, beef or potato. They come with lettuce, guac, sour cream and cheese.” Astrid explained.
“I think I’ll get some chicken ones.” He said. He looked up to the menu and read the drinks section. “And a Mexican coke.”
“Noted.” she said.
When it was their turn to order, Astrid ordered for them. She ordered five carne asada tacos and a horchata for herself. Joe was ready to pay, but she stopped him since he paid for the Uber. She got their drinks and lead Joe towards the back where there weren’t any windows, in case anyone walked by and recognized him. There was a group of tipsy young women sharing a tray of carne asada fries, laughing among themselves over some party they went to. They looked over to Joe and Astrid as if they were trying to figure out where they saw them, but they went back to their food.
A server came by with Joe and Astrid’s food a few minutes later.
“Do you want salsa?” Astrid asked him.
“I’m good.” He said, sipping his drink.
Astrid got up and went to get some for her tacos. She put some habanero salsa and salsa verde in the small containers and grabbed a few slices of radishes and limes. She was going to sit opposite of him but decided to sit next to him.
Joe was waiting patiently for her to come back so he could eat. He reached for a rolled taco from the pile and took a big bite. He groaned.
“This is so fucking good.” he said before taking another bite. “They don't have food like this back home.”
“They don’t have rolled tacos in Minnesota?” Asrtid asked him.
“Why would I know what they have in Minnesota?” Joe asked her.
“Isn’t that where you play?”
“No, Cincinnati is in Ohio.” He shook his head.
Astrid burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh that’s embarrassing.”
“You’re such a fake fan.” he teased her.
“At least the states were next to each other.” she said.
“Minnesota and Ohio aren’t next to each other.” he laughed.
“In my defense, the only states I’ve been to outside of California were New York, Washington,and Florida.”
“Maybe you can come catch a game in Ohio.” he said nonchalantly before eating another rolled taco.
“Hm, maybe, but Minnesota is looking pretty cool too.” she sipped her drink.
They ate in comfortable silence. When they finished, they sat there talking about anything and everything. The more Joe talked to her the more was interested in getting to know her. He studied her face, eyeing her lips while she drank her horchata.
“Is there something on my face?” Astrid asked him, reaching for a napkin from the dispenser.
“No,” Joe shook his head.
“Oh you were staring and I assume–”
“I wanted to kiss you.” he said shyly.
“Oh don’t let me stop you.” she said a little too excitedly, making him snort.
Joe cupped her face and he slowly leaned into her, capturing her lips. The kiss was slow like a test in the waters. Lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his other arm as his lips dominated her. She was practically on his lap now. Astrid whimpered into his mouth when Joe deepened the kiss. They pulled away, breathless.
“Wanna know a fun fact about this place?” Astrid asked him.
“Hm,” he mumbled in response, kissing down her neck.
“It’s a five minute walk from my place.”
*
What was supposed to be a five minute walk turned into a fifteen minute walk because they had to take five minute breaks with each step. Joe pressed Astrid into her door next to the car gate and leaned in to kiss her, but she curved him. She gently nudged him off, so she could press the code to unlock the gate to her condo.
Once inside her place, Astrid gently pushed Joe against the door. She dropped to her knees.
“May I have a taste?” She asked sweetly as she took off her jacket.
“I’m not gonna last, it’s been months since I had some.” He confessed.
“That’s fine.” she smiled.
She skillfully undid his belt and popped the buttons of his jeans. She slid her hand into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was much bigger than she planned for, but she was committed to making him come in her mouth. She reached for her liga and tied her hair into a low bun. She pulled down the top part of her dress, revealing her chest to him.
She stroked him a few times. She pulled away and sat on her knees, still stroking him. Her eyes never left Joe’s as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Joe closed his eyes, enjoying her mouth on him. She quietly moaned, slipping him further into her mouth. She pulled away until she only had his tip. She swirled her tongue around his tip and slid down his length once more.
Eventually Joe opened his eyes. He was able to see Astrid play with herself through a full length mirror she had facing the door. He slowly bucked his hips to meet her mouth. She took him back in her mouth, bobbing her head, just as he came. He cursed a few times then moaned out Astrid’s name, as she swallowed every drop of his release.
“You’re unbelievable.” He said, reaching down to help her up.
“Yeah?” she asked him.
“Mhm.” he nodded, pulling her back into a kiss.
Without breaking their kiss, Astrid guided him down the hallway to her living room. Joe bent down and picked her up by the back of her thighs, carrying her a large beige couch. He gently pushed her down on the couch as he shedded off his clothes, only staying in his boxer-briefs. She laid on her back while he hovered over her. He gave her hips a gentle squeeze before he slid his hands up to her breasts. His thumbs delicately ran over her pert nipples as she melted into his hands. Joe helped her out of her dress and panties and tossed them to the growing pile of clothes.
One of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over. With the other, he balanced himself so he wouldn’t squish her.
Astrid gasped feeling his ring and middle finger inside of her. Joe pressed his thumb to her clit and sped up his fingers. She whined and placed her head on his shoulder.
“Eyes on me, Astrid.” He said.
She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. As if her hips had a mind of their own, they followed Joe’s fingers. In a matter of minutes she was close.
“Joe…” she gasped
“I know, Astrid.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.
“Sh–Joe!” She climaxed.
Joe’s fingers were still in her. He pushed himself up, hovering over her. He deftly rubbed her clit with his thumb as he made his way down her body. His mouth went straight to her breasts. He gently nipped under them, kissing her tattoos while his free hand was on her nipples, twisting and rubbing them. His tongue traced her pert peaks, egging her on.
Astrid whined loudly. She was so overwhelmed, desperate for some sort of relief. Joe chuckled. He pushed himself off her. Pulling her in a sitting position, he knelt down in front of her. He pushed her legs apart and smirked.
“Taste for taste?”
*
Astrid had no idea how they ended up in her bed or what round they were on, but she wasn’t complaining. She never been so thoroughly fucked. The most the guys she’s been with do is maybe give her an orgasm and if she’s lucky they eat her out before they fall asleep on her. It’s a complete 180 with Joe. Granted he allegedly hadn’t had some in months, but still he had lot of stamina.
“Oh, fuck, just like that Joe.” She moaned out as he thrusted his into her.
Astrid was riding him with her back to him. Her legs tucked under Joe’s thighs. She leaned forward and gripped the comforter in front of her for balance as she bounced on his cock. She felt him sit up and press his chest on her back. One his hands wandered down to her clit, slowly drawing figure eights with his thumb while the other played with her nipples.
“Fuck,” she managed to murmur before her climax took over. She repeated his name as she slowed her movements.
“You got one more?” Joe asked.
“Yes.” she nodded.
“That’s what I like to hear.” he grinned.
Joe pulled his length out of her and positioned her so that only her ass was in the air for him, so she wouldn't be on all fours. He knew she was exhausted from all those previous rounds. He knelt in front of her and aligned himself to her entrance, slowly pushing himself in her once more. His hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Astrid couldn’t hold back. She begged Joe to keep fucking her at that irritatingly slow and rough pace she loved. He leaned over, his chest against her back.
“Fuck.” Joe moaned out.
His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Astrid. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.
“That’s it, take me so good, Astrid.” He groaned in her ear. Joe shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hit her in that spot that made her beg for him.
“Please, fuck—”
She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Joe worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Astrid. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Joe’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Astrid, spilling every last drop in her.
He plopped next to her, careful not to squish her. He brushed her hair off her face.
“Was it good?” he asked her nervously.
“More than good.” she nodded sleepily.
They laid in silence, trying to catch their breaths. Eventually Astrid got up to use the bathroom and clean herself up. She washed her face removing the make up and Joe’s release from when he came on her face a few rounds ago. She exited the bathroom and found it empty. She figured that Joe went to get his clothes in the living room. But she heard a car pull outside her place. She pushed the curtains to the side to get a view and saw Joe get in the car.
Never in a million years did she expect him to leave so abruptly. Obviously it was one time thing and nothing was going to come out of their hook up. But she deserved at least a goodbye.
#joe burrow#joe burrow fan fic#joe burrow smut#joe burrow oneshot#joe burrow imagine#behind the scenes
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Mafuyu looks,,, so much better than Kasa. Oops-
Mfks swap au group lv 1 Kizuna ranks
There was more interest in this au than expected, so I’ll add more info on this post. But also please feel free to ask any questions you have!
More info:
- The Tenma parents should probably be divorced with how much they fight and usually Tsukasa ends up being the rope in their constant Tug-of-war
- Tenmama treats Tsukasa like the daughter she always wanted to have (despite literally having a daughter) so that’s why his hair is long and some of his casual clothes are feminine colors! She wants him to follow in her footsteps to become a pianist, since he’s such a prodigy.
- Tsukasa has mentioned the fact Saki enjoys the piano and would probably be happy if her mom took an interest in her playing, but Tenmama thinks Saki would need ‘a few more years of experience before she really gets it’ since ‘after all there’s a difference between a child enjoying making pretty sounds, and a real appreciation for an instrument’.
- That sentiment made no sense to Kasa bcs he doesn’t care at all about the piano and so how could *he* appreciate it more than someone who loves it, plus he thinks Saki’s playing is much better than his. It also caused a weird tearing sensation in his chest, but he didn’t understand it.
- Meanwhile the Tenma dad is also awful. He is very tied up in traditional masculinity, so he gets upset with Tsukasa for doing so many feminine things, despite that literally being Tenmama’s doing. He wants Tsukasa to have academic success and get a prestigious career (lawyer, doctor, etc.) since ‘men aren’t lucky enough to be able to marry into money so they can do frivolous things like play piano’
- He does respect that mr. Aoyagi was able to make a career out of piano, but sees him as one of the ‘lucky few geniuses’ that made it and thinks it’s far too unstable of a job for Kasa to pursue. He wants to ‘set his *son* up for success’ after all
- This forces Tsukasa to have an incredibly strict routine each day so he can do enough to satisfy both his parents, bcs if the Tenma’s think he’s even slightly prioritizing one of his tasks over another they’ll start fighting about him ‘taking a side’
- which can lead to fun results such as: The time his father came into his room while he was asleep and cut his hair to a ‘proper male’ length, or when his mother bodily dragged him out of cram school with everyone watching bcs he needed to spend more time on piano instead. Their fighting always seems to hurt their kids more than them.
- Also Tsukasa usually wears his school uniform, instead of casual clothes, everywhere since his parents can’t argue about a school mandated outfit. The only thing he wears as an accessory, and he wears it with every outfit, is a fish hairtie Saki got him when they were younger. He makes an effort to hide it in his hair since otherwise his parents would take it, but it’s the only clothing item that is strictly *his* and he can still remember when wearing made him happy. Even if he can’t feel it anymore the memory is still nice.
- Saki also gets mistreated but in a different way, even worse than treating her like glass, the Tenma’s treat her like she’s still the toddler she was when she first got sick. They act like she’s an incompetent, whiny baby rather than a Teenager in their first year of Highschool and it infuriates her to no end. So most of the time spent with her parents is spent fighting angrily about something, while they patronizingly laugh her off with comments like ‘Young girls these days, so spirited’
- it doesn’t help that Tsukasa absolutely refuses to get involved and when he is dragged in, he always makes non committal statements that are more platitudes than actual thoughts on the matter. Which of course just frustrates Saki even more
- especially since Tsukasa has been helping Saki sneak out of the house during her ‘rest time’ (she basically has one hour of free time after school then she’s expected to stay in her room the rest of the day to ‘destress’, this was not recommended by the doctors her parents just decided on their own) so she can actually live life now that she’s out of the hospital. So clearly he does agree their parents are too overbearing in ‘caring’ for her, so why doesn’t he say anything when she argues with them?
I was planning to talk more about the group’s dynamics and Sekai’s but umm,, guess it’s all just Tenma’s dynamics instead. I still haven’t covered even close to everything about this family mess ha, they’re complicated.
I will mention, however, since it ties in to what I’ve talked about:
- Tsukasa’s Sekai is the Chess Sekai, it’s a massive chessboard with a stretch of grey area that cuts right through the middle of it, each VS’s appearance is based on a piece. The remaining pieces are based off of expectations that have been placed on him (e.x a piano for the piano career and on the opposite side books for the academic career)
- The pieces will move based on what is currently ‘winning’ in his life ( e.x. The books will be further forward if it’s currently exam period and the like). But since there’s that section of grey cutting the board in half none of the pieces can ever cross to the other side and the game is in a perpetual stalemate, with pieces moving meaninglessly back and forth forever
Not technically relevant but I’d feel bad not mentioning:
- Mafuyu’s Sekai is the Storybook Sekai, if you’ve ever seen Van gough’s painted world (it’s a movie) that’s what her Sekai looks like, it’s like being in a painting but the world still moves around you so you can watch the brushstrokes shift as if they were the real thing they depicted. Rather than plushies she has little cartoon animals from various fables she’s read throughout her life, their personalities reflect the story they come from.
#my edit#edit#fanart#au#project sekai#pj sekai#swap au#pjsk#tsukasa tenma#pjsk tsukasa#tsukasa#pjsk rui#pjsk nene#pjsk emu#kizuna ranks#mafuyu#pjsk mafuyu#mafuyu asahina#pjsk ena#pjsk kanade#pjsk mizuki#pjsk saki#saki tenma#info
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Baizhu as a Dad
(I got Baizhu on my second ten pull so in honor of that I'm gonna write about this beautiful man. Also, some spoilers for Baizhu's story quest.)
Baizhu may not seem like it, but he's a really caring father. He cares about you a lot and makes sure to spend time with you despite his busy schedule.
He didn't think he would ever become a father, but once he did he felt happier than he had ever been.
Taking on the role of being a father felt natural to him, he didn't have any trouble learning for the most part.
Growing up, he would keep an eye on your health, making sure you were in good condition.
He knew what food was healthy for you, and how to take care of you when you got sick.
QiQi is like your big sister, despite the fact that she doesn't age.
Baizhu thinks it's adorable to see the two of you getting along so well.
If at any point you grow interested in becoming a doctor, he's more than willing to teach you.
He's actually quite happy that you want to follow in his footsteps, though no matter what you chose to do in your life he'll support you.
His biggest concern about being a parent is his own health condition.
He worries that one day he'll pass away, leaving you without a father.
He doesn't want that to happen to you, which is a big reason he's determined to find a way to become immortal.
Overall, he's a very caring father who just wants what's best for you.
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact Baizhu#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#Baizhu x reader#Baizhu x child reader#x child reader#dad Baizhu#headcanons
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Obsessed with butler Bruce and doing mental gymnastics to come up with a reason why he'd reach the conclusion that's what he wanted to do, and how he got multiple generations proud career butler to let him. Maybe Alf tried to do both and Bruce wanted to take something off his plate? Ultimately won the argument with a critical hit of "you're also my dad"?
no but anon it works PERFECTLY think about it (they're talking about this btw)
Alfred, retired veteran, fresh off the death of his best friends, decides not on my fucking watch. Eight year old Bruce, pissed and angry at the world and all the criminals in it, is pacified by the knowledge that Alfred is fixing it. Alfred will help. So instead, Bruce follows his dear old dad's footsteps and become a doctor (he got plenty of practise patching up his dad). Alfred refuses to quit his night job even as he ages, which only means Bruce has to patch him up more, and deal with his bad knees and back pains. And if that means cooking for Alfred because jeez don't get UP you have a bullet wound and cleaning up the cave because you're gonna pull something old man.
And then when a tiny child with plans for vengeance follows Alfred home, Alfred's gotta agree to help him kill his parent's murderer because, well, pot meets kettle.
Well now Bruce needs to take care of him too. Alfred's out on patrol who's gonna read the kid bed time stories??? Who's gonna shop for tiny robin hood pyjamas? Who's gonna sit and teach them algebra? Bruce of course.
And then another shows up. And then another. And then another. And then another.
Alfred starts the Justice League with Ma and Pa Kent who need a better world for their little baby alien boy to grow up in. Clark and Bruce bond over their vigilante parents and Clark grows up to be a great reporter.
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OMG OMG OMG!! Okay so, I had this idea. Imagine Medic with a daughter (or child if you'd like to keep in gender neutral) except this kid is a clone of him! I think she'd be in her mid to late teens during their time in Mann Co, so how do you think Medic would be with a cloned version of himself as a kid? TYSM!!!
I'm gonna keep this gender neutral, I like keeping things as inclusive as possible when it comes to things like the gender of the reader because I know what it feels like to find a good fic and then get a little down because the description of the reader isn't you, it's somebody else lol.
Also I'm playing around with formatting so if things look different it's cause I'm experimenting 😋
Medic & Teen Reader that is his little clone - Headcannons (Platonic)
Warning : Mentions of human experimentation
At first, he has no damn clue what to do with this kid he created by cloning himself.
To be honest, he had no idea that his kooky experiment would actually work that well. He didn't think you'd make it to 3-years-old, let alone your mid teenage years.
Whatever, either way you'd have a scalpel in your hands by age 6. He's not mentally sound enough to raise a child but he's going to try his best and you love him for it.
During yours and Medic's time at Mann Co, everything got like, a lot weirder. I mean, hanging around a group of crazy dudes all trying to make a living isn't normal, and that's without even looking Merasmus' way 💀
Medic would encourage you to watch him experiment on his teammates and would point things out like organs or other specific parts of the body, and he'd quiz you about it later, wanting to see if you'll be able to keep up with him when you inevitably become a medic yourself (He hopes)
Yeah, unlike most of the mercs, Medic would want you to go down his path, the path of, "Medicinal study," whether it's more on the illegal side or the legal one. He'd keep teaching you even if you told him you weren't interested.
I don't know, he just strikes me as the kind of dad that wants his kid to follow loosely in his footsteps.
Heavy would most likely refer to you as, "Little doctor," or something along those lines because he sees you the most out of all of the mercs as he probably visits Medic more than the others.
Being Medic's kid at this time would also mean that you are required to attend Pyro's tea parties. I don't care what anybody says, you are obligated to attend and be their buddy.
Medic tries to keep you out of Pyro's sight but it's too late, Pyro has already declared you as their new best friend and will menacingly glare at Medic until he let's you play hide and seek with them.
Being his kid and clone would also probably mean that Archimedes and the other doves probably go to you for comfort and love because you remind them so much of Medic.
Medic would treat you almost like an experiment for the first few years until he develops an attachment and fatherly love for you, his dearest creation.
He's never really felt an attachment like that so he'd definitely study that too. You're one big experiment that he grows to love spending time with and adore. He is so proud of how far you've come, he might even start showing you off to the other mercs, bragging about how cool his kid is.
#tf2 x reader#tf2 medic x reader#medic x reader#team fortress two x reader#tf2#team fortress two#tf2 medic#medic tf2#medic
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Nosy Neighbours and Bloody Bell Peppers
Read on AO3
@jilymicrofics June Prompt List 19: Family
Words: 1.7k
TW: brief, non-graphic mentions of blood and accidental injury
When Lily opens the door, she doesn’t find old, nosy Mrs Bagshot trying to snoop again into her private life.
Instead, there’s a stranger on her doorstep. And he’s bleeding.
“I’m so, so sorry,” he breathes out, as soon as she opens the door. His right hand is wrapped up in what seems like a kitchen towel – which is alarmingly getting soaked with blood – and his glasses are askew on his very pale face. “I – I just cut myself with a knife and it doesn’t stop bleeding – Mrs Bagshot told me you’re a doctor, so –”
“Come in,” Lily quickly replies, stepping back to let him cross the threshold. “Don’t worry.”
“Thank you so much, Miss Evans,” the boy exhales, eagerly accepting her invitation. His eyes are suspiciously dull. It seems like he’s desperately trying not to faint. “I just don’t know what to do, I’ve never seen this much blood…”
“Then you’ve come to the right place,” she replies, smiling, and gestures for him to follow her down the corridor. “What’s your name?”
The boy’s voice comes out in a squeak. “Harry.”
“And how old are you, dear?”
“Thirteen,” he quickly replies. When Lily turns around to look at him, clearly worried about him being alone, he almost chokes on air. “Dad’s just gone out for a minute!” he yelps, eyes widening behind his glasses. “He forgot to buy something for this evening’s dinner – he’s not a bad parent, I swear, it’s just my fault – I should have never tried to slice the bell peppers on my own…”
Lily lets out a sigh of relief and hastens to reassure the boy, who now is even paler than before.
She makes him sit down on one of her kitchen chairs and, by the time she has fished out her emergency supplies from their cabinet and inspected the wound, Harry is so white that he looks like a ghost.
“Are you feeling woozy?” she asks, keeping an eye on him, while she delicately cleans the blood from his injured finger.
“A bit,” he murmurs. His words come out slurred. “M’ head’s heavy.”
It’s only thanks to years spent working in healthcare that Lily has the quickness to raise and catch him in her arms before he slumps down on the floor.
When Harry’s dad comes thundering through the door, a few minutes later, his son is sprawled on Lily’s couch, passed out, white as a sheet, legs propped up on a tower of pillows. Lily is carefully wrapping a bandage around his cut, when she hears heavy footsteps coming from the corridor and then a worried, anxious voice booms in the silence –
“Harry!”
And then she turns around and her eyes finally meet the father of her very young, very unexpected patient and everything suddenly becomes hot and also weird, because this man is incredibly fit.
He’s tall and lean, and his arms are something that Lily feels should be exposed in a museum – his skin tone clashing oh so nicely against his simple white t-shirt – and he looks almost inappropriately young to be the dad of a thirteen-year-old.
He is also beside himself with worry, pale almost as his unconscious son, wild hair springing in the air as if trying to defy gravity.
“Oh, God,” he yelps, then falls down to his knees on Lily’s carpet, right next to Harry’s head. “What the fuck –”
“He’s fine,” Lily finally says, and she is surprised by how suave her voice sounds, despite her being almost breathless. The man’s wild eyes frantically land on her. “It’s only a small cut. I think he just couldn’t bear the sight of blood.”
“He takes from his dad,” the man whispers and then seems to deflate. His hand jumps up to tug at his hair. “I swear, I feel like I’m going to faint, too…”
“Well, please don’t,” Lily laughs. “I don’t have another couch for you.”
The handsome, worried man in front of her finally manages to smile and his face becomes even more attractive. One cute dimple appears on his right cheek.
“Thank you,” he exhales, getting up as she does, clearly relieved. He gently touches his son’s forehead. “I told him many, many times not to touch cutlery when I’m not home, but he never listens…”
“Don’t worry,” Lily replies, while washing her hands at the kitchen sink. “I’m a doctor. I see things like this every day.”
“Oh.” Harry’s dad’s eyes widen behind his specs. “So you’re the infamous Miss Evans.”
Lily frowns. “Good God. This doesn’t sound good.”
“No, no!” he frets, shaking his head. “It’s just – we moved here only two weeks ago. We’re at 3A.”
“Oh!” Lily exclaims, starting to connect the dots. “So you’re Mrs Bagshot’s new neighbours.”
“Yes,” the man confirms, nodding. “She – well, she is quite a… chatty neighbour…”
“More like a nosy nuisance,” Lily replies and Harry’s dad laughs.
“Yeah, well, she is really set on us making new friends, since we just moved here from London,” he admits. Then, a shy smile tugs at his lips. “She mentioned a young, single, beautiful doctor living in 4C.”
Lily feels herself blush. “Don’t mind her,” she sighs. “Mrs Bagshot is trying to set me up with awful men since forever and I think she’s going to stop either when she dies or I finally decide to tell her that I’m a lesbian –”
“You are?”
Lily doesn’t know if she’s just too hopeful, but she thinks she sees a bit of disappointment on the man’s face.
“Well, no, not really,” she admits. His grin widens. “But maybe it’s the one thing that’s going to finally make her stop.”
“Or maybe she’ll just try to set you up with a woman.”
“Well, that’s a risk I never contemplated.” Lily shrugs. For reasons she can’t begin to comprehend, she has the uncontrollable urge to keep making smile the gorgeous man standing in her living room. “Anyway, don’t mind her. She believes she has the obligation to find a spouse for every single person in their thirties she knows. I’m sorry if she made you feel uncomfortable.”
“Not at all,” Harry’s father replies. He’s still looking at her with a soft, pensive expression in his eyes. Then, he grimaces. “Maybe I’m just starting to regret telling her that I’m also single, since I guess she’s going to try and set me up, too, but –”
“Oh,” Lily exhales, completely taken aback. “You…?”
The man smiles again and Lily can’t help but think that that dimple is simply begging to be kissed.
“Yeah, I – I mean, it’s just us,” he says, sending a fond glance to his still-unconscious son. “Harry’s mum’s not in the picture. Never has been, really.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Lily shamelessly lies.
“Don’t be,” he gently replies. “We are a family, Harry and I.” His eyes linger on his son’s face, before he fondly ruffles his hair. “We’re good.”
“I’m glad, then.”
The man gently strokes his son’s cheek one last time and then gets up from the couch. “I’m James, by the way,” he says, stretching out his hand towards her. “Nice to finally meet you.”
She gladly accepts it. “I’m Lily.”
Their hands stay in each other’s grasp for a beat too long.
And then, Harry’s faint voice interrupts them and James jumps away from her to rush to his son.
“Dad?”
“How are you? How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want you using the knife when I’m not home –”
“I’m sorry, dad, I just wanted to help…”
“You gave me quite a scare, young man.”
“Oh, please, don’t say young man, you’re not sixty.”
“I’m still your old dad. I have the right to do as I wish.”
“I just think you want to embarrass me in front of other people.”
“Me? I could never.”
They’re so alike, Lily thinks, now that she sees their faces close together. They have the same elegant features and inky hair – which both of them evidently like to tug and torture in a gesture that’s so uncannily similar that it makes her smile. They also seem to sport identical pairs of glasses.
She’s never seen a cuter father-son duo.
“Thank you again, Miss Evans,” says Harry, brusquely distracting her from her reverie. She blinks and finds out that the two of them are now looking at her. “And sorry, too. I didn’t intend to pass out on your couch.”
He seems so embarrassed that she just smiles.
“Don’t worry,” she replies. “I’m glad to have finally met you.”
“Why don’t you come and have dinner with us?” James asks, so out of the blue that Lily almost does a double take. He’s grinning and he’s decidedly less worried, now that his son has woken up. “We were going to have chicken wings tonight. If you’d like to join us, we would be delighted.”
“Yeah, we also have bell peppers,” Harry adds. Then he frowns. “I didn’t spray blood all over them, so I think they’re good to eat.”
“Let us thank you for saving my son from a very premature death.”
“See? You do want to embarrass me in front of other people!”
“What can I say?” James sighs, sending her a complicit glance. “He makes it too easy for me.”
“Dad!”
“So?” James asks her. “What do you think, Miss Evans? How do chicken wings and hopefully not-bloody bell peppers sound?”
Lily doesn’t even need to think about it.
“It sounds lovely,” she replies and when a big smile opens on James’s face she feels something curious – something like butterfly wings – fluttering around in her belly.
“Wonderful!” he exclaims. Then, he winks. “Let’s make Mrs Bagshot proud.”
A few years later, the most heated argument takes place during James and Lily’s wedding reception.
“It is my doing!” Harry hotly protests. “If I didn’t cut my finger on those stupid bell peppers, this would never have happened –”
“Don’t be ridiculous, darling,” Mrs Bagshot patronizingly replies. “I made this match as soon as I saw you and your dad get off the car the very first day. You didn’t even know about Lily’s existence until I told you to go ring her bell…”
“But it still wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t convince him it was time to date again!”
“You can’t even begin to know how much work I put into your beautiful stepmum to make her understand she wasn’t a lesbian –”
Lily and James share a look and then just burst out laughing.
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boy dad!rafe x mom!reader
you and rafe had been dating for just about 6 months when you found out you were pregnant. you were scared to tell him, and he was startled for a while but he came around to the idea of you two having a little girl. he didn't want a boy, and he didn’t wanna talk about why having a boy would be a “disaster”. you thought that out of all the men you have met in your life, rafe would be the best dad. and him with a little mini rafe would be amazing.
so when the 20 weeks were up and you guys were at the scan, he was sweating bricks. and when the doctor said it was a boy, he broke down crying. absolutely hysterical and understanding a word coming out of his mouth was impossible. when he was audible again he just kept repeating that “he can't do it, he'll ruin this boy like his dad ruined him” and it shattered your heart. you’d never met ward but you and rose have been to lunch dates together and she's been very accepting of the situation. “baby, lets just meet them and tell them the good news. i'm sure he's gonna be ecstatic about becoming a granddad. alright, love?”
And the second you saw how little ward made rafe feel, you wanted to eat your words. “so how’s our little granddaughter doing? still looking healthy” rose says as her right hands on the wine glass. “actually, were having a little boy” you say proudly, however your insecurities rise as you hear ward chuckle. his chuckle becomes a full on laugh, and rafe shifts in his chair.
“a boy? a little boy?!” he says looking confused you think. you soon find out that the confusion was in fact a replica of rafes current facial expression. he was mocking him. “poor little boy. having my son as a dad. how do you expect him to do, rafe? hmmm? is he going to follow in your footsteps? the drugs, alcohol addiction, temperament issues? huh”
rafe stays silent.
“answer me” he yells as he slams his fist into the table. it startles you and rafe notices. “dont you fucking yell at me!” rafe yells back. “dont you fucking dare yell at me, dad. we came to tell you that you guys are gonna be grandparents. however you are never going to see his little face, because if he ever meets you, then guess what you're going to fuck him up like you did with me. you understand? you got that dad?” by now he’s already holding your hand and is getting ready to leave the restaurant you guys were at. he was shaking as you walked out, and you were certain that he’s been shaking ever since you sat down.
when you were in the car again he broke down. crying and hitting the steering wheel over and over. you just sat quietly and watched him until he calmed down a bit.
“rafael, you are never gonna be like your dad. never in a million years. you are gonna be a great, caring and incredibly amazing dad. the amount of love you’ll give your little boy is unimaginable. that man in there who makes you feel like this, will never get to do that to you again”
and you were right. the love that man has for your son gabriel is limitless.
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Vent about my parents below
Got to thinking about my parents. Tbh I think they’re alright, but I never really got any unconditional love, support or affection from them. There were always conditions. Good grades, winning a sport they signed me up for, not being queer, being a nice Christian kid.
When I failed to meet those conditions, I could tell they were disappointed and didn’t really care about my interests unless it mirrored their own. The only reason my mom approved of my writing is because she likes to write too. My dad is an artist, so he approved of me drawing, even encouraged it so I would follow in his footsteps.
I didn’t do that for either of them though, and am becoming a psychologist instead.
If I liked animated tv shows or movies, they didn’t care. If I wanted to try something new, they didn’t let me try unless they approved. They didn’t foster my interests.
Even as an adult, if I’m not doing something they approve of, they will guilt trip me into not doing it. I wanted to try becoming a doctor but my mother didn’t approve because it would be “too difficult” for me. I wanted to go to a furry convention but my father disapproved because it was “weird” and sent me articles on why furries were bad. I look back, and realize I could’ve done those things.
My grades aren’t bad. I could’ve tried to become a doctor. I wouldn’t have gotten hurt at a furry convention. In fact, despite no longer being involved in the actual community, I felt more at home with them than my parents.
I guess I’m saying this all just to say:
I don’t hate my parents. They gave me a house to live in, food, water, and they did care a little bit. But it didn’t feel like home. I would’ve liked to have somewhere I could’ve been myself. I still can’t be myself when around them too.
I’ve crafted this persona for them to enjoy, and hide the true nature of myself from them. I wish I could be myself without being scrutinized and judged for things I enjoy. I wish I could’ve grown up doing things I wanted.
They may have given me all these shiny gifts, but it will never take the place of true unconditional love.
When I turn on TV and see these happy families where they support and love their children despite their own mistakes (TOH and Amphibia) I kind of cry a little inside. I want that, but I can’t have it.
So, I make up for a loving biological family with a chosen one. I’m happier than I’ve ever been now. But I still get sad whenever I think about my parents.
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Take Me Home Tonight - Harrison Knott x Reader
A/N: Inspired by Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money
pairing: Harrison Knott (Press Play) x reader
warnings/content: fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, one night stand, drinking
word count: 3.2k
A dimly lit college dive bar was not the ideal space to meet anyone, but as you found yourself leaning against the bar top, looking around the space as you nursed a vodka-cran that was slowly becoming room temperature slowly but surely. You contemplated leaving and going home at this point, realizing that your date likely wasn’t going to show. Just as you thought about setting the now slightly-colder-than-the-bar glass down on the counter behind you and walking out to hail a cab home, a tall, broad shouldered man with brown hair and naturally sun-kissed highlights, a slight tan, and the deepest blue eyes you’d ever seen on any person before sauntered up alongside you to the bar. He leaned against the bar, giving you a polite smile as he orders himself a drink. Beer in hand, he straightens his posture and looks at you again, offering a this time, much friendlier, intentional smile.
“Hi, I’m Harrison,” He nodded his head as he offered his free hand out for you to shake.
“Hi,” You returned the same friendly smile as you sipped your drink, exchanging names and small talk as you both sat at the bar.
You’d been stood up by a date, and Harrison had been supposed to meet his friends from medical school after writing an exam, but he was almost certain he’d ended up in the wrong bar somehow. Both here alone by mistake, or by fate, neither of you had bothered leaving when you realized that you wouldn’t be spending the night with the people you’d originally intended to. You finished the drink in your hand while conversing with Harrison, not even registering the fact that the bittersweet, tart red-coloured liquid was likely now warmer than the air around you. You set the glass down with a thankful smile to the bartender before turning your attention back to the man who had replaced your date.
“Can I get you another drink?” He flashed you another smile as he gestured to the empty glass.
“Yeah, thank you,” You nodded appreciatively as you spoke, “I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please.”
“Actually, that sounds good,” Harrison laughs as he finishes the contents of his amber-coloured glass bottle before setting it down, “Two Long Island Iced Teas it is.”
Fresh drinks now in hand, the two of you made your way across the bar to one of the few booths against the wall. The college dive bar floor’s trademark stickiness against your shoes created a slight squeaking sound as you walked across it, every step leaving the bottom of your heeled boots with a tacky coating to them. You studied Harrison’s features as best as you could in the dim lowlights of the bar, taking account of everything you could about your impromptu date, committing it to memory in case you should ever cross paths with him again.
You and Harrison sat across from one another in the booth, the dark glow of the lights less harsh from your secluded corner of the room. You listened as he divulged his life story to you, you nodding your head or sympathetically smiling and chiming in as needed. He was from Hawaii, his dad was a doctor, and there was always pressure for him to follow in his footsteps. He’d deferred hie med school attendance for a couple years after university before being waitlisted for George Washington, and when he got in, he moved to the opposite side of the country with no contacts to speak of in D.C. other than an old college friend of his dad’s in the area somewhere.
He told you how he preferred to buy physical copies of music, vinyl records, cassette tapes, CDs, whatever he could get his hands on at a secondhand store over streaming services. He told you how he missed surfing and the warm saltwater beaches from back home, how his stepsister had gotten married recently and he hadn’t made his way back home since. He told you how his stepsister always insisted he was lonely and needed to meet someone, but how he had always been more occupied with work back home at the music store he’d been at, and surfing and studying. He’d never really made the time for anything else.
You told him how you’d moved to D.C. from your small hometown on the east coast a couple of years ago for a college internship, and how you’d fallen in love with the city and opted to stay. You’d told him how you made D.C. your home, how you thought the city looked beautiful covered in a dusting of snow during the holiday season (to which he agreed, despite the fact he still wasn’t accustomed to seeing snow that often yet. You’d told him how you loved football and hockey, catching live games as often as you could, how you’d recently gotten into baseball and tried following it but weren’t succeeding yet, how you’d always wanted to go on a date to the Smithsonian Institute of American History, since it was your favorite place in the city, how you loved going just to look at the pop culture section of the museum.
“Shit, is it really midnight already?” He laughed softly as he checked his watch, offering you a soft, hopeful smile as he looked up at you, “Do you want me to walk you home when you’re ready?”
There was something in his words, a sense of genuine concern about you making it home safely, a genuine desire to be the one to accompany you to make sure you returned in one piece. It made your heart flutter, and you had no idea why, In fact, something about Harrison in general made your heart flutter. His charming, sweet smile, his haunting deep blue eyes, his deep, yet soft-spoken voice, maybe it wasn’t something, maybe it was everything about him.
“I’d like that, actually. Thanks.”
Harrison smiled and stood up from the booth, grabbing his coat and pulling it on over his broad shoulders as he followed you out of the building. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets as you took the 10 block journey home. On your doorstep, Harrison smiled at you under the dim porch light, its yellowish hue cascading over the two of you, highlighting all of his features like a spotlight. His gaze lingered on your lips for a few moments, and you couldn’t help but bite at your bottom lip, both anxiously, and sensually. Something about Harrison was driving you wild, and you couldn’t figure out why, but as you leaned in, lips pressing against his in a soft, passionate kiss, you felt completely entranced by him, totally captivated and full of a sense of lust and longing, craving more of him.
“Harrison, I’m sorry,” You began as your lips hovered just mere milimeters over his.
“Don’t be,” Harrison’s voice was hushed as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I want to do it again.”
With that, Harrison’s lips collided with yours again, this time in a much more deeply passionate kiss, one that could knock the wind right out of you as he pressed your body against the door of your house. You reached your one hand behind you, your fingers searching the door blindly for the door handle to let you both inside the house. The door opened with a click as you turned the handle, and stumbling backwards a step as you entered, you refused to allow your lips to part from Harrison’s for the time being.
Harrison pulled back for a breath, his lips now kiss bitten and puffy after the passionate embrace. You offered him a smirk as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in your hands, tugging gently on the soft material as you pulled him in for another kiss. You led him up the stairs to your bedroom and nodded as you pulled away again, raising your eyebrow at him as you awaited confirmation from him to continue. Rather than give a verbal response, Harrison reached his hand around to the back of your head, tangling his thick fingers in your hair as he pulled you in for another kiss. You felt your hips press against his, the feeling of his tightening jeans prominent as your leg brushed against them.
Your hand reached down between the two of you, quickly working to unbutton Harrison’s jeans, trying to free him quickly from the fabric as they became uncomfortably tight on him. Harrison let out a soft sigh of relief as he kicked his jeans off, pressing his lips to yours once again in a fervent, hungry kiss. He backed you against the wall, his hands running down your sides as he caressed your body. His firm, strong hands lifted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You did so tightly, holding on to him for dear life as you felt him press your back against the wall harder. Your neck tilted to the side as he trailed his lips down your jawline and up to your ear.
“Do you want me to do this?” Harrison’s voice was deep and rich, as smooth as melted chocolate as he spoke.
“Mhmm,” You hummed out as his hand made its way down the front of your body, his fingers slipping under your skirt, blindly trying to find your underwear as your body pressed against his. His fingers slipped underneath the soft, dampened fabric of your panties, groaning slightly as you felt the pads of his fingertips making contact with your wet slit. Harrison’s lips curled upwards into a grin, his eyes locked on your face as he watched for your reaction to his touch.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
Harrison smirked as he felt your arousal gather on his fingertips. His deep blue eyes watched your features with an intensity and hunger you’ve never seen on anyone before. Harrison looked like a man on a mission suddenly, as if seeing you like this, feeling your arousal that he undoubtedly caused, made him determined to bring you to your breaking point by any means necessary. Not that you thought he’d need to do much. His touch combined with the look of intense passion and determination in his eyes was almost enough to bring you there. Your hand tangled in Harrison’s short wavy lengths, pulling his face in closer to you for a kiss. Your tongue traced his lower lip, and as you slipped it into his mouth, you felt his finger repeat your action below your waistline. As he slipped his finger into your core, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, causing Harrison to groan softly against your lips.
Harrison’s lips made their way down the curvature of your neck, a trail of warm open-mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue leading from your mouth down to your collarbone as he pushed a second finger into your opening. He curled his fingers upwards towards the soft, spongey wall of your core before beginning to pump them in and out, ensuring contact to the spot you desired most with every upward thrust of his hand. You found yourself panting and moaning his name as you felt his hand at work, unable to concentrate your mind on anything else. As you felt yourself becoming close to your climax, you felt Harrison’s hot breath on your ear, his voice in a deep, lulling whisper as he spoke to you.
“You’re so wet for my touch right now. Do you want me to keep going, pretty girl? Want me to make you cum on my fingers?”
You nodded your head, taking in a sharp inhale as you felt his fingers continuing to work their magic on you. His touch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced with a previous partner - Harrison was attentive, caring, and determinedly passionate - like he was making it his life goal to make you orgasm as many times as he could, and that he wanted to ensure that no part of your time together could be classed as a mediocre hookup with some med student you met in a bar. Harrison was treating you like he didn’t want to be forgotten. Like he wanted to be the best you’d ever had, and so far, he was succeeding at his mission.
As your body tightened and clenched around his fingers, your back arching slightly as you let out a whine of his name, followed by a slurry of swear words. You felt Harrison slow his hand down before gently pulling his fingers out of you. He grinned and stuck his fingers in his mouth, giving them a long, slow suck before pulling them out with a popping sound.
“Fuck,” he pants, nodding his head once as he tries to collect his thoughts, “You taste like fuckin’ heaven, beautiful.”
You can’t help but giggle as you feel his lips continue to leave sloppy, wet kisses on your collarbone as he wraps you tightly around his waist. He lays you out on the bed and grins as he kneels inbetween your legs, his mouth now making it’s way up and down the inside of your leg, lingering as he comes tantalizingly close to your centre. He gently pushes on your leg, spreading you slightly as he bites his lip. Staring at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on display for him like this, you hear him let out an almost whimpering sound. Harrison quickly ducks his head down between your thighs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden contact, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your arousal between your thighs, the sounds of muffled moans and murmured “Fuck you taste so good”’s from Harrison sending you over the edge again.
Harrison pulled his mouth away, his chin glistening with a mixture of saliva, arousal and sweat from working himself to the point that he did. He took his t-shirt off over his head before using the fabric of it to wipe his mouth. A smirk formed on his features as he looked down at you with an eyebrow raised, his sapphire coloured eyes watching your face for any indication as to what you wanted next from him.
“Harrison,” you panted, nodding your head, “Need you inside me,” was all you managed to get out before he started hurriedly pulling his boxer briefs down, kicking them off behind him to the floor as he knelt up on the bed above you. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, unable to focus your gaze on anything else. You had suspicions about his size when you took his jeans off for him earlier, but, this exceeded any suspicion or expectation you could have possibly made based off that earlier encounter.
Harrison nodded his head, grinning at you as he bit his lip. He reached down on the floor for his wallet and opened it hastily, grabbing a condom out of the fold. He carefully tore open the wrapper before rolling the latex material down over his hardened cock. Harrison smirked as he looked up at you, taking notice of your wide-eyed gaze upon his nude body. Your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip as you watched Harrison stroking himself. He held his hand out below your mouth and laughed softly, his cheeks flushing red as he spoke.
“You ok?” Harrison’s words were followed by an awkward chuckle, trying to fill the silence that hung in the air as your eyes remained widened and fixated on him.
“Mhmm, great,” You nodded, “Fantastic, even.”.
“Tell me if it’s too much for you, ok?” Harrison’s voice was hushed, just above a whisper as he spoke.
You hummed in response as you nodded again, biting your lip hard in anticipation, a metallic taste entering your mouth as you bit a little too hard. You took in a deep breath as you felt Harrison’s hips slowly thrust into yours, and as you felt yourself tighten around him, your muscles tensing and squeezing as he paused to let you adjust to his size, you felt yourself cry out in pleasure. Harrison was patient and caring, waiting for you to give him a signal to continue before as much as shifting his position. Your eyes met his with a look of passion and lust, giving him all the encouragement he needed to continue. His body hovered over yours, allowing him to see your every facial expression. He ducked his head down to nestle it in the crook of your neck, his lips planting soft, wet, sensual kisses to your skin with every thrust.
“So tight for me, beautiful, you feel so fucking good,” He purred against the skin of your neck.
You whimpered as you felt him gently nip at your neck, each thrust of his hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His voice had a sudden huskiness to it as he spoke, soft, masculine grunts falling from his lips against your neck with every movement of his hips. You reached your hands upwards, gripping his shoulders tightly as he thrusted, your nails digging into his smooth, tanned skin as you felt him hit your core each time. Harrison’s piercing blue eyes looked up at you every so often, as if checking your face for any signs of discomfort, any sign you may not be enjoying it. With every look at you, you’d returned it with a slight nod or a moan of his name to encourage him not to stop.
“Thatta girl, babe,” He grunted, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke, “I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good.”
You felt his hand snake its way down your body, his fingers moving quickly to find your clit once again. He traced his fingertips over it as he thrusted into you, your back arching at his touch. You felt your orgasm bubbling over, your head throwing back as you gasped out his name, followed by a flurry of swear words. Harrison let out a loud, deep groan as he reached his own climactic high, your name falling from his lips before he kissed at your neck again, his hips slowing as the two of you rode your climaxes together.
Harrison lifted his head up as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Breathlessly, he laid down beside you, his large hand reaching up to smooth back his now dampened curls, wiping the sweat from his brow. His cheeks were flushed as he turned to face you, his deep sapphire blue eyes fixated on your features as he caught his breath. He turned back up to face the ceiling before letting out a laugh.
“I don’t think I’ve ever gone that hard on the first night, at least…not without taking the girl out for dinner first,” He smirked as he looked back at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as his gaze met yours again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had it that good on the first night before, with or without dinner,” You retorted as you turned onto your side to face him.
“Well, let’s add dinner to the mix for the second time and see if it’s an improvement?” Harrison grinned as he tucked a lock of your hair back behind your ear.
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