#and some of them are legit just me sitting down in front of my computer at 3:08 in the afternoon and typing
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"Oh Fuck~"
Tw: Kinda mean!Nanami , dacryphilia, hitting of the ass (once), pretty vulgar, squirting, voyerisim (being watched), a very small amount of masturbation, choking, kinda desperate reader, Black reader in mind with a chubby-ish body
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What to listen to- "Stargirl Interlube" by The Weekend and Lana Del Rey
Song sponsored by @kazushawty bc I was reader her fic right before posting and we love a stargirl and when you need The Weekend go to her <3
Beta Reader: @strawberry--brat, legit the best person on here
Dividers by @benkeibear
Nanami kept his camera off as he was in a zoom call with his law firm coworkers. He didn’t want anyone to see how his beautiful baby girl was grinding her hips on him in her pretty pink outfit. His mic was still on, though. So not a sound could come out of your plump, glossy lips. Kento said he would reward you if you kept quiet and punish you if you didn’t.
He brought his hand to your clit and made perfect circles on it with his middle and ring finger. “Ah yes. We still have the Trafalgar D. Water Law v Silvers Rayleigh case to deal with” (Yes I know this is a jjk fit not a one piece fic but I also simp for these 2 men). You bring your hand to cover your mouth as you rolled your hips against his hand.
Little squeaks started coming out of your mouth and slipping through your fingers. Kento pulled your hair back so his mouth was at your ear and he simply whispered, “Be quiet before I turn the camera on and fuck you in front of everyone”
And with that phrase, you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you wanted them to see. You moan out “Please let them watch.
Kento smirks and pushes his chair back, so you both are standing up, turns on his camera, and interrupted one of his coworkers. “Excuse me, guys. My princess here wants to put on a show. Don’t you?
You nod your head, which brings a slap to your ass.” Use your words".
You whine before saying “Please watch me get punished”
Nanami pulls out his hard member, spits on it and starts to sink into your wet cunt as he rolls up your skirt. You look right into the camera and moan out loud. “Be polite and greet everyone in the meeting,” he says as he pulls out to the tip and slams back into you and starts going at an insanely fast pace.
You can’t stop moaning but try to push through as you read everyone’s titles “H-Hello Mr. Fushiguro. Hello M-Mr. Geto. How are you, Mr. T-Todo? Hi Mr. I-I-Itadori” They all smile at you and you can tell Mr. Fushiguro is playing with himself.
“Fuck Kento. You might have to share that cute girl. I want some” and a flood of “Me too”’s can be heard from the rest of the men. “Oh, yeah?” Nanami chokes you and pulls you back so now your back is on his chest, never slowing down his pace. “You want all those men to use you?”
You look at the computer that’s on the table and shake her head no. Kento’s hand squeezes your neck tighter and whispers “Talk”
“No, I don’t want anyone but Daddy” He lets your neck go and now your face is right in front of the camera again
“Did you hear her Toji? No one but me”. Nanami buries himself to the base and just grind his hips. You hear Toji mutter a “Oh fuck off”.
You're now loud with tears running down your face. “Please let me cum Daddy” a wicked smile grew on Nanami’s face.
“Ask your audience baby”
“Please, sirs can I cum?” you looked at everyone on the screen and they all said “No” which had you whining more.
10 minutes later you were still begging, but it was more like babbles “I needa. Please. Oh, my please” but almost none of it could be heard because of the sound being produced by Nanami slamming his skin on yours.
“You should let her cum now,” says Todo. Nanami sits back down in the chair, holds the back of your knees up and starts fucking up into you. “Go on, show them the mess you can make. Cum for me princess”
And you do just that. It feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulder and you squirt for all 5 men, letting out the slightest moan/cry.
Nanami keeps fucking into you until he’s close. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”. It’s like you can’t disobey him. He pumps his member a little more and releases in your mouth. “Let them see you swallow my cum”
You put your face in front of the camera with your tongue out and you swallow all that was given to you. T
“Thank you Daddy. And thank you for watching”
“I need me, a girl like her”
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Chapter 8: Spelling Mistakes.
"Uhhhh. Yes. Yes, I am a skeleton."
You know, it feels a little funny to just say it out loud to someone else, even if that someone is a skeleton too. A skeleton that I just woke up at the very least. Or made? Did I just make this guy? Skeleperson? Hey, wow, I like that. Skeleperson. I really don't think there was a full skeleton in that scarecrow a minute ago. I mean, there are some implications behind that. Have I been quiet too long? I know they asked me a simple question and I answered directly, but this feels like an answer that would require further elaboration.
"Um. I am a skeleton person. Mostly. I think." I make a vague gesture in a noncommittal way. In fact a just give a sort of active full body sway, like what are ya gonna do?
"Ok," they confirm, still looking at me with some confusion after another few seconds of consideration. But then the rest of their situation pops back up to top priority in their thought process and they take a look down.
"Am I a scarecrow!?" They discard their burlap head to the side and wiggle their arms in front of them, two thick straw sausages contained by red and black checked flannel casings, tied off at the end with twine.
"This! Man! This is weird!"
"Well, uh, no, I don't think you're a scarecrow. Or maybe you were? I really don't know how any of this works."
"Dude, I really think I'm a scarecrow. I've got... scarecrow arms. And legs. I feel absolutely packed with straw." Their legs briefly join the wiggle party, and then they reach up to touch their head again, bonking their skull with their hand-less arms.
"Yeah buddy. I'm a legit scarecrow."
"Oh, I mean, you were! Until a minute ago!"
"Yes, ok, but-" they also gesture uselessly with all 4 limbs, "consider- absolutely no crows."
"Well, it's nighttime."
"Hm."
"Ok, so. Can I do something?"
"I guess?"
"I'm gonna have to touch you, is that ok?"
They pause for a moment, pawing at the loose twine still around their chest and then looking back up at me.
"Yeah, ok. Just, go slow with whatever you're gonna do, ok? You're. You're a skeleton still."
"So, about that. I think... I think you are too," I say as I carefully grip one of their rubber boots and pop it off their foot, revealing a skeletal foot.
"No. Fucking. Way," they say rather calmly, considering they woke up to being one improbably alive thing and now they are another improbably alive thing.
"Yeah. Uh, sorry? But it's ok I think? At least for now? I'm a skeleton, too. And I found you, so I think we're ok for now."
"I think I need a minute," they reply, and then go mostly limp.
I recognize what they're going through. There's a lot of computing happening in there, and I have no right to rush the situation. No one in the house has noticed us yet as far as I can tell. I double check that the lights are still all off, and I see no movement- no curtains twitching aside, no doors slowly opening... no shotgun barrels poking out.... We have plenty of time.
I sit down a few feet away from the new skeleperson, at first a little unsure on how to arrange myself but deciding on the classic criss-cross-applesauce, which proves to be a somewhat noisy position to get into when you are only made of bones.
Some time passes. The night breeze feels nice on my... bones. I pull my hood back up over my head. I guess it fell down in the commotion earlier. I'm not cold, I just like having it up. I feel a little like I'm in my own cozy space, even though I'm still just out in the world. It's a comfort.
I watch my new companion, while trying not to make it obvious that I'm watching. I'm trying to give them space, but also let them know that I'm here if they need anything. Also we're both magic living skeletons, and we should probably stick together to figure out a plan going forward. But I don't want to assume too much, maybe they don't want to be friends. But I'd also like to encourage them to by my friend, I think I'd like to have a friend that's like me. This is all asking a lot of my body language, and also I'm sitting completely still. I'm suddenly extremely thankful that I do not have to worry about facial expressions.
Some time passes. I make a gentle clearing-my-throat sound. Not really to push them to act or say something, just a gentle reminder that I'm here. It seems to work.
"Oh, hey, sorry. I got kind of.... caught up in things. In my head. You know."
"I assure you, I really, really, know."
"So I'm a skeleton that's alive."
"Yes."
"And you are too."
"Yes."
"I was in a scarecrow."
"Maybe?"
They pause another moment.
"Maybe I appeared inside a scarecrow. And you found me. Or...."
Another pause.
"Or made me. Or woke me up somehow. Hm. Are we monsters?"
"Oh gosh! Wow! I don't think so! I don't feel any.... bloodlust? I've only really seen one person though. And from a distance. I feel like if we were monsters, I'd definitely have a drive to go mess that guy up. I haven't felt that at all yet."
"Ok. That's kind of a relief. I don't want to be a monster. We are still skeletons though, so people might get ideas. Wait, are we people? Were we people?"
"I really don't know. I've only been alive, or awake, since this afternoon. I don't remember any life before this one. I just woke up in the woods back there," I gesture back toward where I came from earlier in the day, "and came down here, looking around for... I don't know. Looking around. For you I guess."
"Wow. This is heavy. So we're not monsters. But man, do the monsters ever really think they're monsters?"
"I suppose you have a point there."
We both ponder the motivations of monsters for a few seconds.
"I think I want to stand up, but I'm really afraid that I'm going to fall apart. Please don't make fun of me. I'm really scared."
"Oh jeez. I would never. I just went through this a few hours ago. I think I'm still a little terrified."
"Yeah, ok. But just... I don't know. Sorry."
"It's ok. I'm your friend."
They look up when I say that and stare hard at me for a few beats. Then they nod, and hold out their right arm.
I get up as quickly and gracefully as I can, although neither of those words should apply to what I actually do to get into a standing position. I brush myself off, and reapproach my new friend. Standing above them I pause for a beat as well, looking down and nodding back, before grabbing tight to their outstretched arm and pulling them up.
Of course we are both idiots and fail, as there are still a few loops of twine around their chest- loose, but still binding them to the wood frame behind.
"OOF," they cough as the cord is pulled taught, my grip pulls free, and they flump back down to the ground.
"OH I'M SO SORRY!" I blurt, trying to be quiet again and glancing back at the still dark house. "I'm sorry, I'm stupid, I forgot about the twine!"
"Oh my god, that's ok, I didn't think about that. I just thought maybe I couldn't stand at all. Oh, that was scary."
"No, totally my fault!" I reply as I rush forward to pull at the thick string would around their midsection. "Got it!'
I toss the last of the hempen cord aside and grab their arm again, more tightly this time, and I lean back to help ease them up. A second later my new friend is standing before me.
"Whoa. Hey. Thank you for that. I'm standing now." They look around themselves a bit. "I lost one of my boots."
"Yeah, you did. Do you um, want to stay filled with straw? Is that too personal of a question?"
"Ha! No, not really. It's kind of prickly. I think I need to take all of this off though."
They reach up with their arms to start undoing buttons, forgetting that the sleeves are still tied off.
"Uh oh."
"Oh hey, I've got you!"
I grab their right arm-end with both my hands and undo the twine tying their sleeve off. Once that's done, I push their sleeve back a bit further up their arm to help the process, letting the straw spill out the end while exposing their bony hand.
"I feel like I should be bugging out a lot more. I'm like, a skeleton man." They move their new skeleton hand around a bit, twisting it, opening and closing it.
"Yeah, I don't know what that's about, but I felt pretty calm about it too. A lot of existential questions, but a distinct lack of existential terror. So are you a guy, then? You said 'skeleton man'."
"Heh. A lack of existential terror. Yeah, that's a good way to put it. And yes, I think... well, I don't know why I think this, but I do... I think I'm a man. Er, skeleton man. You know. Actually, I think my name is Danny. That's wild. Why do I think that?" He, Danny now, pauses to look up into my eyes. Eye sockets. "You're tall. Are you a guy too?"
"Ok, you asked a lot there. I'm... guy adjacent. Not a guy though. If that makes sense to you. I hope it does. And I knew that about myself too, as soon as I started thinking about it. I just felt it and I knew it was right." He looks at me a bit longer, then nods and looks down. I continue.
"Also as far as I know, my name is Ashleigh."
Danny looks back up at me.
"Well, hello Ashley, nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Danny. That's Ashleigh, though."
"Oh, sorry, with the 'e-i-g-h', yeah, gotcha. You bet."
We both let that carelessly pass, but then reassess what Danny just said.
"How did I just hear how you spell your name?"
"I really have no idea."
"And not just because you added italics, but also because I listened better to how you spelled it this time- that doesn't make any sense. That's a crazy thing to think."
"Maybe not crazy for a magic skeleton man. We'll figure this out together, either way."
"Will we?" I hear a bit of cautious hope in his voice.
"Absolutely, Danny." I grasp his now free right hand in my right hand, and cover our clasped hands with my left. "We'll figure it out together, my first friend."
I don't know how I know it, but I know we're both smiling.
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The Yellow Video
File #SGS-445937
The Yellow Video
Report by field researcher SGS Jordan Headrick
I'd always heard that it's best to have a yellow object near the computer monitor before you play the video. I used a banana from that bowl Rachel keeps in the break room. They also say you should be relaxed and genuinely in a good state of mind. I took a long, hot shower to clear my mind, turned the lights low in my office, smoked two joints and listened to some soothing music before beginning. All that was easy. You've got to be able to chill out and let go or this job will eat you alive.
I hit “play” on the video I downloaded from a certain questionable site. Honestly, I was surprised it even worked. I'd been trying to find a legit copy for a few weeks now, and had a lot of fakes. I've done my little calm-down ritual so much that the guys at the local weed shop don't even card me any more. Anyway, I found a forum for Yellowheads and one of them sent me a link, and here we are.
The video started, this one actually looked legit. The opening shot is a little shaky, presumably as the camera on a stand on what appears to be a picnic table is being set to “record” and adjusted slightly. It's set near a short end of a picnic table, pointing back over it, centering on a yellow camping chair set there, empty for the moment. The table itself appears to have been painted a dark red long ago & now the paint is mostly gone. There is a small low Tupperware-type opaque white container set there on camera left. The container has what appears to be something written on it in black sharpie which then faded and got scratched away through wear, tear, & washing. I'd read that people have digitally enhanced on this bit of writing and tried to fill in the gaps and read the words. General consensus is that it says the name “Whitney Guerrero” or “Whitney Guerrera” in cursive and followed by a smiley face. I could only really make out the “W”. The container does not appear to have a lid, but there is a yellow steno-style notebook set on top of it, obscuring the container's contents. The notebook is open with the front cover flipped back. There is writing on the notebook's open page and it seems to be utterly illegible from this angle. There is a yellow sparkle gel pen clipped toward the bottom of the page. A small, fluffy yellow feather is taped to the cap positioned on the back of the pen. It appears that many pages have been ripped out of the notebook. On camera right is a plastic takeout-style cup half-full of iced coffee. The straw is white with yellow stripes. Beyond the chair is a series of houses, like a high-end trailer park. Most of the video only shows the fronts of five houses, but there's a few frames while the camera is being adjusted that show seven more before the view is obstructed by a hill.
With the camera is set, a woman enters from camera left and sits in the camping chair. As she's sitting we see she's wearing black tights as well as a bright yellow hoodie with the hood pulled up. The hoodie has the word “Pythia” written on it in Semi-wildstyle graffiti lettering. This is what most people have taken to calling the her, I've gotten in the habit of doing the same.
Pythia appears to be a thin Hispanic woman in her early to mid 20's. She is wearing her hood up for the entire video, but we do see long straight black hair spilling out of the hood. Based on the size of the objects in the video with her, someone worked out that she's about five foot nine (175 cm). There are no visible piercings (note: we never clearly see her ears) in some shots there appears to be a QR code tattooed on the back of her right wrist (note: her sleeve always obscures it at least partially)
She then places the container and notebook on her lap, hidden by the picnic table. She looks just off camera and straightens out her hood. She then seems to read what is written on the notebook, glancing at the words briefly while she sips on the iced coffee. We see the feather bounce as she crosses something out and writes something else. This goes on for about twenty seconds. She then puts the cup back down on camera right. She looks up at the camera with a worried expression for a moment before closing her eyes, taking some deep calm breaths for a full minute than looking at the camera with a warm smile. She speaks in perfect fluent Mexican Spanish with a crisp voice that has a honeyed quality to it.
I had straight A's in high school Spanish, and I downloaded that owl app to brush up when I got this assignment. I can follow what she's saying pretty well. She starts.
“Hi, it's me, the Woman in Yellow, and it's been a whole week since we've chatted, so let's fix that. My crew and I have tested nine products this week, and let me tell you, it's been a fantastic week. We're starting heroic with 'Wanliss Bliss'.”
She produces a bundle small, brown dried mushroom, presumably from the container.
“Obviously named after President Wanliss. Really, I'm surprised no one named a strain after him sooner.”
She pops the bundle into her mouth, smiles as she chews, then grimaces for a moment and washes it down with with a sip from the iced coffee.
“The taste is harsh, but it contains about 1.9 percent psilocybin and acts fast. It's the strongest strain we've featured yet.
(Note: What she consumed is an estimated estimated six grams worth. Given its reported potency, that is far too much for even most experienced psilonauts)
“Next up, we have 'København Buffalo'. It's about as potent as 'Golden Teacher' and leads to the same sort of introspection, but also provides a good floating sort of body high. A good time inside and out.
Then there's my new favorite, 'M4nt1c0r3 24'. If you're searching for it online, that's M-four-N-T-one-C-zero-R-three than the number 24. It's not too potent on its own, but it greatly enhances the effects...of...oh no.”
She hesitates, a worried look flashes across her face. She clears her throat and keeps going.
“It's not too potent on its own, but it greatly enhances the effects of any other strain you take with it in both strength and duration. It will stick with you for a long time and you'll kinda forget that it's there, than it will be everywhere.
After that, we have 'God Gazer' which is really a hybrid of two very different strains; 'Golden Royalty' and 'Bookkeeper Celebration'. It doesn't have the most impact of all the strains on this list, but still it's pretty popular and worth noting at this point.
You'll know you're on the right track with this next strain 'Catvertisement'. It's fun at first, but can get to be a bit much eventually.
Next we have 'Flying Oblivion' this one isn't as fun as 'Catvertisement' but will have a deep impact. If you're suffering from anxiety, this will help you find peace, but goes bad very easily, so proceed with caution.
At number seven we have 'Blue Saucer' which, much like 'M4nt1c0r3 24' was a tricky one to track down. Every time we found a place that had it in stock, it was gone by the time we got there. It was frustrating but worth the determination because of how satisfying it was when we did catch up with it.
Now it's time to touch base with something that is everywhere and hit us all by surprise. 'Fly Girl' resonates with everyone I know that's experienced it... and that's literally everyone I know. If you see 'Fly Girl' on the menu, go to her, seriously, it's that good.
And finally we have 'Avion #641'. The thing about this one is... is...”
She looks confused and her eyes visibly dilate as she stares into the distance, then into the camera. More than that. It's an inescapable fact, I just knew that this wes no longer just a video. She was talking to me and looking not just into my eyes, but into me on a deeper level than I'd ever experienced anywhere else.
As she starts to speak, it's worth noting the bird stretching its wings, revealing that it has a woman's head and bare torso. It stands casually for a moment, than launches into the air, flying camera left and out of frame.
Pythia SPEAKS.
“We were dropped and left behind as worlds were being built, and much like any dropped seed, we grew.”
She sipped her iced coffee as she watched it dawn on me that I didn't need to translate that. She wasn't speaking English... I'm not even sure she was speaking at all. I remember her wordlessly singing and I just understood. I reached out and go back to see that part again, she interrupted me.
She SAID “That won't be necessary.”
I know, the timing is always perfect for this part. Even if you know about it in advance, and intentionally try to mess with it. She always stops you from interrupting her, or expresses satisfaction that you didn't. The exact wording is different for everyone. I was amazed at how smooth and natural it felt.
This is also the time I started to notice colors, especially yellow, are more vibrant... even off the screen. I glanced at Rachel's banana and it was beautiful. Pythia waved a fly away from her iced coffee. It resettles on the banana and I was struck by the metallic dark green of its exoskeleton in contrast to the matte yellow of the peel.
Pythia SPOKE again and had my full attention.
“Now that I have your attention” she SAID “here is my prophecy for you.”
You've heard of this part. It's different for everyone. They say everyone who watches it is presented with a personal choice. One of those little ones that ends up having a profound impact on your life. Meeting that special someone, placing the right bet, or being randomly targeted in a mass shooting. You don't know what the “right” choice is, just where it must be made. Every person only gets to hear their prediction once. To everyone who's seen this before, this video would appear to have ended. I had a notebook and pen ready.
She put her warm, soft hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes.
“You will approach the check-out lines in a store. The choice will be between registers 3 and 7. The one you pick determines your path for all days hence. Don't forget to share, like and subscribe.”
With that, the video ended. The screen looked so flat and bland. I scribbled down the little prophecy so I wouldn't forget, but I know I never will. My head hurt and I needed a bathroom very badly. I noticed the sun rising through my window then realized that I'd been sitting there for eleven hours.
Report ends.
General notes
The “Yellowheads” are a community that has two purposes. The first is to analyze the above video as much as they can, trying to find hidden messages, the original source (called Yellowsauce), or anything else they can possibly learn from it. So far, there's no results that everyone agrees with.
The second purpose is to take psychedelics, especially mushrooms, and try to have visions.
No one has ever been able to successfully identify the location where this was filmed.
No one has ever been able to successfully identify Pythia
No one has ever been able find any more videos by Pythia (though many fake ones exist)
With the exception of “Golden Teacher” none of the mushroom strains predated this video.
At time of recording, there is no President Wanliss and never has been.
Almost two weeks later I was at the grocery store and only two lanes were open. 3 and 7. I chose lane 7. I hope it was the right call.
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So they came back to the apartment again today--before I realized the relationship was irrevocably over, I insisted they get an airbnb to do I don't give a shit what and I sure as fuck don't want to know. How the fuck do I always hook up with these absolute fucking weirdos who only want to fuck girls who act like they're still four years old, or want to behave like and be treated like, actual fucking dogs??? Like, my ex has already spent three years treating me like a fucking dog and I didn't even ask for this fucking bullshit.
I put money on my card like Friday evening so I could get some food. Fuck me amiright? It's fucking Monday and it still hasn't gone through.
Anyway, all I fucking want is to be a fucking equal. Alright?! I do not think that is too much to ask.
The reason I bring up the dog thing is, when the new honeypot came in, she was wearing a fucking collar with a legit fucking tag. Un-fucking-believable.
When my ex brought her in yesterday, the dog was losing his mind, so I was kneeling on the ground with the dog trying to calm him and my ex had the fucking balls to kiss me on the head. I have no fucking idea what the game was, I just stiffened up. I could imagine her giving the new plaything a look like "I told you so".
I kinda want to tell this girl to watch out, maybe even fucking run. I think I mentioned, when I realized I was fucking free of this place and this shit relationship, I quit cleaning up after myself. The "primary leaseholder" doesn't clean this place up; this is no longer my place. I've been cleaning up after her the entire fucking relationship.
So when a turd appeared adhered to the toilet bowl, it was not my fucking problem. I left it. It was still there when she had her first over. It was still there when her guest had to use the bathroom. So she fucking asks about it. In my defense, I said something about wishing I could take a solid dump. Believe me, don't believe me. I frankly don't give a shit.
If it was me, today, I don't think I'd care how amazing the sex was. I'd just ghost anyone who left a shit in their toilet.
Of course my ex is fucking blaming the state of this place on me. Anything to make herself look better. I don't fucking care. I spent three years cleaning up after this user piece of subhuman scum. It will NOT fucking kill her to clean up after one month of me. You know goddamn well, my ex would practically rather die than clean up. Maybe she'll performatively clean up this one time, as the long suffering hero cleaning up after the psycho ex. More likely, she'll have the new dog-slave clean it up or have the dog-slave use her mommy money to get a cleaning service. 🙄 Pathetic. What is it that you do all day that's sooooooooo fucking important, you can't get off your ass and clean? My ex literally sat on her fucking dead ass when we first got the first apartment, parked in front of the computer for weeks on end. The same after she got fired in October, until this weekend. Like, fucking sorry somebody has to keep the fucking lights on. Since you're sooooooooo important, I got it.
I almost wish I could sit down with this.... girl, gal, whatever and speak up for myself. But there's no fucking point. Either she'll find out who this person truly is, or she won't. It is what it is. Usually, I end up giving a piece of my mind to someone who is about as fucked up as the person I'm trying to warn them off. So I'm not even going to waste my time or be like, you can call me if you ever need.
However, I'm probably going to pee myself laughing if this plaything turns out to ghost my ex. I would. Especially after the turd in the toilet; but she's young. She probably thinks it actually is mine and I'm the sicko who left it. Whatever. I already know whoever gets to the podium first controls the narrative, and this narrative is so fucking unimportant for me to control or regain. People who like me and believe me, do. People on my ex's side......... well, either they're as sick as she is, or they're too stupid to bother with. Either way. No fucks remaining.
Speaking of which 🙄 I don't fucking understand transwomen. A handful of them, it's really obvious like, okay, welcome! The vast majority of them though, are you positive it's not just AGP??? I actually understand AGP. That makes fucking sense to me. But......I don't know, and it's not my fucking business, how long this girl has been transitioning, but dude, everybody fucking knows. Are you even trying??
This whole fucking situation bothers me. Why the fuck does my fucking ex keep calling me "dear"?? It was so obvious to me for so fucking long that I am not fucking "dear" to you. I am not fucking cherished, otherwise, and I'm going to fucking keep going on and on and on and on about it, you would have fucking compromised with me. You would have come up at least a couple fucking levels from your shit cave, below the basement of rock fucking bottom.
You don't cherish me. You have never cherished me. You never wanted to fucking compromise. It was always your way or bust. If I was "dear" to you, at all, fucking ever, you would have compromised with me. Compromise to the higher expectation when it comes to keeping a clean house only benefits all involved. I'm not asking for the floor to be HEPA vacuumed. I'm not asking for the dishes to be autoclaves. I'm not asking for the walls to be regularly mopped with a 60% bleach solution. I'm not even asking for the laundry to be done with borax. My standards for cleanliness are relatively, incredibly low: Sink regularly emptied of dishes, counters and stove regularly wiped of food, and for the floor to be swept, mopped, etc, as needed. Garbage taken out as needed, laundry done as needed, showers taken regularly so your hair isn't more dandruff than hair 🤢
Speaking of clean, I couldn't even do my fucking laundry today. Fucking stupid capitalist holiday. I need to get everything folded up neatly so it fits into my duffle. I have to get my blood taken tomorrow after work, so I'm probably going to have to at least cram in doing my laundry and probably flail desperately to get it dried before I pack it away. Then I'll have to do my utmost Wednesday to get it all folded, but Friday evening, without question, I absolutely, absolutely must take apart my computer.
This is the week if I find out if I'm ovulating and I'm so anxious. I'm very confident that things will be fine, but what if they aren't?? There is a chance that I didn't ovulate and I don't ovulate. I don't wanna know the bad news--but what if it's good news?? I definitely can't go saying shit like this where my ex can see it. I have to keep acting like it's a sure thing, that I'm definitely not ovulating. But if I am, the chance of me being pregnant goes up from 50% likely!! And if I piss positive in a few weeks, the chance goes up further!! And if I can keep it into the second trimester, then the chance goes up almost as high as it can which is too fucking exciting!!!
My puzzle should be here tomorrow too! Again, too bad I can't just start right into it. I'll probably get to hold it for like a minute before I run to the clinic. Surely tomorrow, my card will work, right?? Another thing I can't let my ex find out that I figured out. Plus, I can't really afford to be flashing cash that I don't actually have all over town--unlike some people who can con others into giving them whatever they want.
I still feel stung. I feel so fucking disrespected, in so many ways. I still feel the disrespect of being told my very reasonable vision for my life and household was unreasonable. I feel disrespected that I tried over and over to end the relationship and make my ex leave, since I've paid the majority of all three of the leases we've shared. I feel disrespected that it took her saying it was over for the relationship to be over. I was never listened to, the entire relationship. I was never taken seriously when it really mattered to me.
Speaking of altering my appearance, I should also get some tattoos finally. But what.......? My cats' toe pads were one idea. Probably the front feet, and if I had to choose, either their dominant or their left. I think one of them is left-"handed". Favorite flower/s is always a popular one. Maybe some of my favorite animated characters.......
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How I became a writer part 2
So, in late 1999, my husband and I moved our two kids to Missouri. Yeah, I am not sure why either other than a friend had a house left to him and he had gone and said we would love it. We played Role-playing games, not quite D&D but trust me, kids, there are sooo many other RPGs out there. The same friend that convinced us to move asked me why I don't type out the backgrounds of my characters. He said my characters always have such involved backgrounds that I might enjoy writing. It was a thought I had never had before. To be honest I had a stressful childhood and I had often inverted into my imagination to drownd it all out.
This is 1999, I knew nothing about computers, but my friend said it was easy. I was alone with two small children, watching PBS all day, in a house, in the middle of nowhere. The writing was more or less my sanity. So I start to type and when it was time to save I asked said friend, he handed me a disk and he showed me how to save. Mind you the computer we had in my house was only there for a short time and I didn't know how to turn it on. Schools had few things we did involving computers. This was all new to me. So days pass and I am finding myself enjoying this more than I expected. To be honest, though I had always made up stories in my head, I never told anyone for fear they would think I was crazy. Like legit straight jacket, nut farm crazy. It never had occurred to me that the tv shows I watched, the books I read, and the cartoons, all of it came out of someone's imagination. This is a skill, a job, a vocation. This is certainly not something anyone would have accused me of doing with my life. Yet the more I tried the more I loved it and the more at home I felt in my own skin. Like I was finding a part of me I never knew I was missing. As I typed I could see the image in my mind as clear as if it were on a screen playing in front of me. There were a lot of times my mind went faster than I typed and I had to go back and fix stuff. However, my typing was improving, and my spelling and grammar too. Those red, blue, and green lines were inadvertently teaching me in a way the schools never could. By going back and fixing my mistakes, slowly I stopped making them or started to recognize them myself. Then one day I put the disk in and nothing… my heart dropped into my stomach, and I panicked.
The friend who started this was a computer tech. The first thing he said was, “didn’t you save it to the computer?” I was like, “Wait you can do that? Why didn’t you tell me that when I asked how?” So he took the disk and does some magic and retrieved like 67 pages out of 211!!! Not in order or anything either, like pages 5, 11, and 75. You cant play fill in the blank. It just doesn’t work that way. So I started over, from the beginning. I saved to the computer and a brand new box of 5 disks my husband bought me. They were colorful too. I got to like 260+ pages and we ended up moving out into our own place, closer to town so we could take the kids to the park and such. But, we had no computer. A few months pass and we pay the friend to build us a computer. During which his computer does something and he has to factory settings it. He called and asked if I need him to save my book to anything for me. I was like, no it should be fine, I mean I saved it to 5 hard disks. (yeah, what we called a floppy disk was floppy, and what you kids called a floppy disk was our hard disks.) so it takes him a week or so to build the computer for us and we pay him. I sit down and excitedly put in one of the disks and Nintendo emulators come up. I still to this day do not know what an emulator is nor do I care. I have been told it's a game or game cheats or some other crappy thing. Now my stomach has dropped once more. My husband tells me, don't panic, it is only one. Mind you all 5 were in a plastic case and together, in MY things. Yes we had a roommate but these were mine. Disk two, emulators. My husband is looking around thinking, maybe the roommate also has a pack of disks and somehow they got mixed up. Disks 3, and 4 go ahead you can say it… emulators. Disk 5 is my last hope. As I am trying this my husband is calling the friend and hoping he thought better of it and made a copy, nope, and yup, last disk, emulators. Now, one would think they were all different game emulators at the least. But no… nope it's the same freaking game, over and over again. I am panicked. I am pissed. I am crushed. I am so many things no one could ever understand. On a real level, my intellectual property was stolen and deleted for a repeated copy of Mario brothers. The only way it could be worse is it was for duck hunt. No luck on the friend being proactive either. It is gone.
My roommate comes home and my husband told me to be calm and let him handle it. He asked and the roommate says, “Oh, you still wanted that?” I’m thinking, did you think to ask? Now my favorite quote is from Hemingway, “the first draft of anything is crap.” most laugh cause he only wrote first drafts of things. But I told myself, ok. I had gotten a tip writer but after a month the keys started getting wonky. Like you type k and get !... I said, F this S, and I bought notebook paper and started writing. Here is the thing kids, if you are thinking of writing. Those notebooks at the store, you know the cheap ones you can get 4 and 5 for a buck, if you mess up you can rip a page out and not be upset. It can go anywhere with you. It does not require electricity. And best yet, if your toddler decides your book needs some color, it doesn't ruin anything. You can still see inc through that green crayon.
Needless to say, The Jared Ranch Series was started in 1999, and it went through many trials and tribulations. It was lost and deleted and colored green. It was written and rewritten over and over again. It went from one book to several books. I am proud of it. I am proud I finished it. I am proud of how far it came from the original to what I typed out on the typewriter and in all those notebooks. I just hope you like it too.
The Jared ranch series, book 1, Jade, and book 2 Tyler are available on Amazon in digital kindle, and through Kobo.
J.C Summers
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the ghostbusters + books
if print is dead, fiction doesn’t even EXIST anymore in egon’s world. even when he was a kid, he never read novels, as he couldn’t fathom why someone would want to spend time reading about something that wasn’t real. as an adult, most of his reading is made up of online transcripts of current academic journals, though he’s definitely not too immersed in tech to be above spending hours in the dusty library archives.
if he absolutely had to pick a fiction genre, it’d be speculative fiction, but only theoretically–in practice, he can’t stand the hand waved or otherwise entirely made up “scientific” methods employed in these novels.
the one exception he will make is for mary shelley’s frankenstein–the skipping over of the actual technique victor used to raise the dead irritates him, but he appreciates its place as a classical ode to human achievement past the realm of the morally sound, and besides, it played a heavy role in his decision to run a… not dissimilar experiment at NYU.
his parents, who discouraged all pleasure reading, punished him severely for the copy of the book he sneaked back to his room, and would later blame shelley for leading egon down the path that eventually took him to ghostbusting.
peter reads whatever’s popular–fiction and nonfiction bestsellers line his bookcase. he claims it’s because he’s more interested in knowing what draws the american public to the books than in the books themselves, and likes to concoct elaborate and negative conclusions to this effect… but maybe deep down, he just likes things that are popular. outside of that, peter also reads all the major psychology journals (when no one is around–he can’t let anyone know he takes this shit seriously) and, more gleefully, a wide array of harlequin romances.
between the job, night school, and, well, everything else, winston doesn’t have a lot of time to do fiction reading these days, but when he does get some downtime, he really enjoys a good mystery. this particularly extends to political thrillers and spy novels–he’s got a shelf of beat up favorites that he comes back to when he really needs to unwind.
as i see it, he doesn’t really have a favorite book so much as he has favorite authors; clive cussler is coming to mind.
ray actually feels the same way as egon does re: speculative fiction, but unlike egon, he’s more than alright with other genres. in particular, ray loves fantasy, the wilder the better–when he sits down to read a novel, he wants something completely detached from reality… not that it stops him from wanting to make real life that much more fantastic when it’s through.
the one exception to his aversion to scifi is star wars, which he loves implicitly (justifiable since it’s hardly scifi, anyway). he’s read every book in he extended universe, and has very concrete opinions on mara jade.
you know those bodice rippers i mentioned peter enjoying? those are janine’s favorites. shes unironically dreamed of herself as one of the heroines in the trashiest of her books since high school, and there’s nothing she longs for more than a muscular hunk to sweep her off her feet and into the sunset.
outside of that, janine is the most well-read of any of them in the fiction department–when she gets home at night, she enjoys curling up with a nice paperback from any genre and reading until her eyes droop closed.
i’ve talked about this before in a separate post, but i love the idea of janine and winston having a book club where they support each other through through dry, jargon-heavy tomes on parapsychology in an effort to play “catch up” and have a snowball’s chance in hell at understanding what the other three are talking about all the damn time.
when winston finally gets his PhD, janine pretends to be mad at him for “betraying their club,” but really, she was the one who often stuck around the firehouse with him, brewing coffee and reading her paperbacks while he poured over dense law textbooks, and she couldn’t be more proud.
i feel like, when he was a kid, books were a big coping mechanism for venkman. he spent a lot of time at the library just because it was free to be there and it wasn’t home, but with time this sparked a genuine love for reading that became his main form of escapism up through high school. even as an adult, he’ll sometimes lock himself in his apartment and fly through his to-read pile when he really needs to withdraw from himself.
back when they were in college, venkman had a running joke where he would describe the plot of a bad scifi novel to spengler as if it were the contents of a recent academic paper he read, just to get a good laugh out of his reaction. this escalated to the point of venkman actually fabricating a few of these so-called academic papers and spengler going so far as to write scathing responses with full intent to publish before ray finally stepped in and told him what was going on. peter had to hide out for a week to escape spengs’s wrath after that.
when he was a child, people who didn’t know egon (distant relatives, school peers forced by their parents to be nice to him despite a mutual distaste for one another, etc) would usually give him children’s books for birthdays or other special occasions, mistaking his academic disposition for bookishness. he never made an attempt to hide his displeasure with these gifts, and often used the pages as a part of some new science experiment.
think “paper mache baking soda volcano on crack,” and that’s what happened to a copy of charlie and the chocolate factory gifted to him by a well meaning great aunt.
the first job ray ever really saw for himself was becoming an author, a path that always sort of lingered at the back of his mind. opening ray’s occult was definitely tied to his lifelong fondness for books, but the real kicker came years later, when he published a successful young adult series drawing on his parapsychological knowledge after retiring from ghostbusters.
if you asked him, peter would list freud’s the interpretation of dreams as his favorite book. in reality, it’s jane eyre–don’t ask.
when janine was in high school, she spent many nights kicked back in the backseat of a friend’s car, reading a trashy paperback bought at a gas station while the others in her group got into more delinquent activities. even when they were skipping school or going road tripping, she always had a book for the ride. (looking back, she considers these nights some of the best of her life.)
winston has a great voice for reading out loud. some of his fondest memories of growing up were his mother tucking him into bed and reading him whatever she felt like: kid’s books, adult books, passages from her devotionals and from the bible. this became a tradition he passed on to his younger siblings, and looks forward to sharing with his own kids.
cliched though it might be, ray’s favorite book series is lord of the rings. (he was always especially interested in frodo and sam’s relationship… for no reason in particular, of course.) he amends this by clarifying that while there are fantasy series he likes more, he feels that lotr built the house the later authors were just living in, and he has to pay his dues.
of all the ghostbusters, though peter has been threatening to do it nearly constantly since world of the psychic got greenlit, janine is the one who ends up publishing a memoir about her time with the company. they all read it, and everyone is honestly blown away by how talented she is at writing, a skill they never really knew she possessed. janine takes this all in stride, but secretly, hearing their compliments means even more to her than the acclaim she’s receiving for the work :’)
#ghostbusters#peter venkman#winston zeddemore#ray stantz#egon spengler#janine melnitz#the fun thing about these is that some of them are thinly veiled angst fodder#(peter using books for escapist purposes and egon being raised in an environment where he couldn't bring home frankenstein)#some of them are about gay rights (ray liking sam/frodo and having strong implicitly negative feelings about luke's forced het romance)#and some of them are legit just me sitting down in front of my computer at 3:08 in the afternoon and typing#'i think the character winston zeddemore from hit classic ghostbusters (1984) would like clive cussler novels :/'#and there's nothing you can do about it#the genesis of this post was that i work at a bookstore and this is legitimately what i think about all day#text post
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Apritello Express Evidences, part 2
Khem-khem, ladies and gentlemen, we shall continue out praising Apritello's episodes. And yeah, this part will be dedicated, in entirety just one episode.
Purple jacket. April and Donnie's episode.
I really love this piece of masterpiece, because it show April and Dee relationship, better reveals them as characters, and demonstrates their connection. (My previous points at this whole situation)
The episode begins with Donnie sneaking into April's school under the pretext of helping her. Soon, April stated the reason why she called D - her science computer project. Actually, she could take a photo of the code and sent it to Donatello, and I'm sure, he would send her the correct one right away, he's coder, he's prodigy, no probbles.
But still, April just asked him to come over and help her without stating any reasons. And he, indeed, came at speed of the light.
I want you to understand what exactly does that mean.
First: April is aware how much Donnie is into human culture. He wants to study in normal human school, do some average teen stuff. Especially, he is loving school and science-related stuff, all these science school projects, visits to botanical gardens, experiments and laboratory work. Because it's his field. It's exactly his domain, where he's good at. His family does not share his interest in science, and April is only one who can understand him. Probably.
Also, April know, how badly Donnie wants to go to school, which gives him an excuse, even if not the most solid one, but an excuse, nevertheless, to visit her school again.
Why again?
Because he has no problem navigating there. Donnie went directly to April's computer class.
He loves this place. And he'd already helped April with her projects.
Even so, knowing that every time she asked guys, especially Don, for help, it turned into a cataclysm, April still called him to help.
It's just a weird, indirect way to say, " Let's hang out, I know how much you like this whole situation with science, school and etc. Here ya go, buddy"
It seems like April did that to make something pleasant to him, something small, but nice to make him feel better. Because, as I state before - he likes to help April (praise, doing something useful for April - still counts as a motivation) and he likes school.
Second: khem-khem, D came at her school, as it seems, right away she called/texted. He didn't even know the proper reason, but c'mon: April ask for help, plus, her school. Sounds legit, don't you think?
Anyway, April has always been being the reason and excuse for teetles, but especially for Donnie. Clear? Clear. Good.
Donnie also tends to not think things through when he is excited. Because he went at the daylight in place, full of people just to help April.
ROTTMNT shows us how turtles were really afraid of human reaction and possible consequences. They have plan "H" to pretend they are going to Galaxy Con, brothers have explanation why they look weird and it's definitely not because boys are mutants, uh-huh, no, plus, guys go on surface at evening or night hours, when there are not so many people, and it's dark, obviously, to cover them and keep unseen.
Yeah, of course, Donnie seems more capable then his brothers to handle the surface (he has cash, D's dressed up as old ladies more than once, according to Leo, he was in April's school before, so yeah, no big deal) and I suspect that his friendship with April is one of the reasons.
Third: do you remember how April worried about looking "normal" when she was finally invited to a school party? She even forbade Mayham to appear nearby, just not to look like the lizard boy. Because cool kids don't bring pets to school. April doesn't have many friends, or rather, there are none at school, and she's been trying to solve this problem by getting close to Taylor Martin, the coolest girl in school.
And April O'Neil just calls Donatello, an objectively strange guy (since when is it normal to be a fan of school? Pretty questionable) in place, where her reputation is hanging in a balance. Our girl does not try to hide Dee, as it usually shown in shows for kids, and April do not pretend that she sees him for the first time in her life because, you know, Donnie will catch everyone's attention being himself and may embarrass her in front of her classmates. But no - April says with all her actions: "Yes, I know him. Yes, that dork is with me. And I don't give a damn about your opinion. Your problems, not mine. And yeah, I'm fine with him being here."
I mean it, guys. The devil is always in the tiny details.
The way they behave around each other.
Donatello is way more, MORE relaxed and just being himself: dramatic dorky nerdy ninja with current obsessions. The way he sneaked in school and April's classroom, the way he behaves alone with her is contrasting the way of his attitude while his brothers are near.
Don has a specific way to shown up. Instead of texting her, Donnie used shurekens. Yes, he almost fell off the lamp, but still, that's... quite an entrance he makes there.
April worries about him, when he fell from ceiling.
Our girl feel relaxed enough around Donnie, so she winks at him.
A wink is a fairly casual gesture that shows some expression of sympathy, trust, and togetherness. It's both good for saying "We're in same boat, we're team" and show the playful attitude towards someone. Isn't that an indicator?
Ironically, that being the best friends April and Donnie do not have any secret handshake/brofist/special greeting, as it usually the besties have at kid's series. Like Kendra and Jeremy have.
I can do only one possible logical conclusion: their relationship is far beyond "friends," "best friends," and "family".
Btw, about this certain phrase about secret five.
- Nay, fair April. A secret five[...].
Once again, nice wording, Donatello. Fair April? Maybe I'm too critical, but often when someone wants to convince their interlocutor and at the same time show one's condescension to them, it's usually uses "my dear ..." or something like that. I understand that semantically the difference is not very big, but in the first case, you can feel Donnie's personal attitude, even though he uses a book word. The second is just formal politeness, which emphasizes the difference between the rightness of the disputants.
This phrase were interpreted on official Russian dub as (okay, it's really hard to choose the correct word, because there's a lot of synonyms in English that sits quite well, while on Russian it's just one word, damn) "Нет, милая (No, honey/sweetheart )". Actually, a strange choice of wording, 'cause this is not what usually friends use to say to each other. We prefer use words like " my darling", "my dear", to demonstrate leniency. And again, most often this prerogative belongs to the older generation. Russians rarely throw around such words as "honey", "dear", "sunshine", because this deprives these endearments of any meaning, and a person using them, as a rule, is familiar. Of course, there are people who use them on a regular basis, but I HIGHLY doubt that Donatello is one of them. It's not his style.
But still, maybe I just too critical at this point.
April, as it is shown, have some kind of power to cool and calm him down and bring Donnie back to life reality.
1. Don awakes from his daze while heard April's voice
2. He's literally coming back to life, when April said about his broken jetpack.
3. Dee obediently interrupts his touching farewell to the jacket when April yells at him.
Oh, and his face. I remind you, fellas, we're talking about Donatello, "I really do not like to express emotions"-guy and "I will die if someone broke my bAbEyS"-guy.
And what do we see? Donnie's emoting. And feels free to do that. He's even drooling. (What seems kinda interesting without context, if you're understand what I'm talking about ;))
Dee doesn't seem angry about broken jetpack. And his wide smile, while he's assuring April he can fix it? A few minutes ago, he was steamed when his stuff was stolen, but when the jetpack was broken, he doesn't even raise an eyebrow. Very eloquent.
April is his support
April also supports Donnie whatever he's up to. Yes, she hadn't been excited when Othello had expressed a desire to join the club. However, she also introduced him to Kendra and company. Yes, she showed by her whole appearance that she did not share his joy, but nevertheless, our loyal captain O'Neil was there for him, by his side all this time.
And her sweet facial expression. From "Srsly? Join this jerks?" to "If you dare to even think about to hurt him, I'll smash you".
And one more cute detail about Dee. Even if he does whatever he wanted so badly, Don constantly looks around at April, looking for her approval.
- Be honest, April, do I look fantastic, or SUPERBLY fantastic?
- You look like you drop a juice box in a laundry. (Play nice, April, don't be mean)
He cherishes her opinion.
April had even called him late at night just to, technically speaking, say that his tech were stolen. And what's the big deal with all his outfit? It's late night, they can just sneak out into Nakamura in their usual form. But noooo, April give a special ride on her bicycle. Just. You know. Our girl carried her own weight and his all the way without stopping. And then she went up 53 + floors running non-stop because Donnie's equipment was stolen. And then she had to chase the her classmates, dodge and jump out of the window. Because Purple dragons stole Dee's tech. Like shooting fish in a barrel, no big deal at all.
And it's definitely not because he will be totally crashed or he'll do stupid things during his anger, which will then come out sideways.
And April comes along with him to very end.
By the way, their phone conversations.
Donnie is the very case when "Call at any time of the day or night and I will pick up the phone".
When April called him when he needs D's help with Albearto, when something is definitely going on behind.
As it says in transcript of the episode:
[April takes out her phone, scrolls to Donnie’s listing and calls him. Donatello appears on screen. Behind him a flying microwave wearing boxing gloves shoots lasers at his brothers.]
Don: "You are conversing with Donatello."
April
[Crouched on floor in hiding.]
Dude, I need your help."
Don: "For you, anything. As long as it does not involve bees, or spiders, or beach balls.
[There’s an explosion behind him and his brothers cry out, which he ignores.]
And yeah, he took her incoming immediately, he ignores absolutely and totally everything around him, because... April? Expositions, bloody flying microwave bot turned to destroy mode, his brothers screaming and being in life-threatening situation? Naaah, it can wait.
Donatello was at Todd's, building "the puppiest place on Earth" and was very enthusiastic about to finish this thing. But he paused anyway to answer April.
We already know how obsessive with work Don can be: if something interesting gets into his field of view, he begins to do it all day long. Remember "The Purple Game" - a very revealing case. Yeah, we weren't shown how much Donnie is into engineering, but I can guess that point remains the same.
April called him at late night and Donnie picked up the phone.
April, unlike Donatello, is a teenager who is burdened with social relationship such as family, school, and work periodically, which implies a more or less strict schedule to follow and some conventions, such as " April, you can't go out late at night to catch robbers, you are underage and you have to go to school/work tomorrow). However, she was watching the news late at night, so she called Dee. ( I have a lot of questions, but I'll never get answers, as it seems)
D, in turn, doesn't have so many contacts with the outside world. I highly doubt that anyone else outside of the family and April has his number. And yet, when he hears the call late at night he takes it. Yes, he had awaken from the nightmare, but still.
And what's up with his usual "You're conversing with Donatello"? He didn't even understand what's going on, as it seems, he's too sleepy to play his usual image and playfully attitude as we could see in "Hypno Part Deux" and "War and Pizza".
Adorable couple-like D&A arguing
April very rarely uses "I told you so" against anybody, or rather, this is almost the only case. This phrase is more suitable for Leo or Donnie, and you know," I told you so! " we usually use on people we know well, and we want to tease 'em about them being wrong. Which, in fact, once again highlights and proves how close D&A are. And I don't even get started about the fact that this is more like a couple's quarrel, not a friend's.
And one more time - in the end, when April suggests using the jacket to stop Kendra.
Their teamwork
I stated that before, I'll tell it one more and more times. The chemistry of their team interaction is incredible. It's as if they can feel each other, and each knows what the other is capable of doing in the next moment. April easily adapts to Donnie's attack, realizing his plan.
Donnie also throws them both out of the window in order to continue the pursuiting Kendra on the jetpack. Don is one hundred percent sure of April, that she will understand what he wants to do, Dee trusts her with his life without hesitation, and she has never used his jetpack. He just puts her before the fact: April will be using the tech.
Up for Donnie!
I really like how this scene was made. Donatello struggles with his own tech, somewhat he made by himself, having invested almost whole himself and his soul, but what "betrayed" him in end. When Dee finally managed to shake one of his battleshell, which almost choked him, Donnie feel so scared and unsecured. We can see his anxiety - Dee's coaching position with covering his head with his hands and tucking his knees.
Defenseless, helpless, and mostly lost, and then, just in time - hero comes to save his life. She uses Donnie's name as battlecry, look how furious she is.
Funny fact: on Russian dub April yells "Don't touch Donnie! (how dare you, madafaka)
April fits in Donnie's type of girls. She's cute (obvious) and mean (not so obvious).
I can't say that meanness is the main feature of April's character, as we can say about Kendra. But this personality trait is still present in her and sometimes it does not manifest itself so widely. April's meanness is not so pronounced, it is much softer and smoother, and it is not exposed.
But April becomes really mean when someone messes up with Donnie.
She's his support and prop. Literally. Just look at first frame, okay-okay, jokes aside
She's genuinely enjoying of kicking bad guys ' asses, even letting go of witticisms and barbs.
Last scenes
Don survived a rough night: he was used, his tech was stolen, so he and April had to chase the satin robed punks. Donnie was hit in the head with a hammer, he fell from a bird's-eye view, passed out and then his battleshell tried to strangle him. And April is here to comfort him, to cheer him up.
Yes, we don't get any hugs (because it's kids show, bleh), the tactility is kept to a minimum, except for April's comforting hand on his shoulder, but they don't even look at each other. But the softness of her voice, the intonation with which she utters a phrase (that is usually sent to the friend zone, but "pal" is really neutral word, and the most important how she said that) turn the scene upside down. It is not what April did to comfort him matter, it's how she did this.
I said "yes" to you way too often
April mirrors Donnie with his "Anything for you". Yes, of course, she said this with a certain amount of grumbling, but her voice and her demeanor suggest otherwise - she is not at all averse to going to giving in him.
And the way they're look at each other.
This one
And one more detail
It's really tiny, it's hard to catch from the first watching the episode, but still, it's possible. I'm talking about graffiti on the walls of the alley where April and Don had landed.
This one
Yeah, if we speak about reality it's quite normal to see graffiti like this. But we talking about TV-series, where everything has its own place and meaning. And if there something, it must be there, it's not just whim of artist who put it in there. But this little graffiti changes the mood of scene.
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The Laptop With the Flames Sticker
Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader
Type: Fluff
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Matty had a routine. Every morning he stopped by a cafe in Calgary to get a coffee and some type of pastry. He was a regular, he always recognized people and they always recognized him. Until one morning he saw a college student sitting at a table by the window typing away at a laptop. It was her that caught his eye first, but when he saw the Flames sticker on the back of her computer, he had to talk to her.
Request: Hi babyyyyy! How are you? Do you think you could write something for Matthew T. where he is with shy girl? Like she is not typical Puck Bunny.. but normal girl he met in cafe perhaps? She is not skinny nor fat, not perfect skin? Y’know? Just not a model haha! No worries if not tho.. have a nice day <3 (from anon)
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Matty wasn’t fully awake yet as he walked down the street to the cafe he always went to. As he walked up, someone caught his eye. She was sitting at a table by the window, text books spread out on the table top and fingers frantically tapping away at the keyboard. He smiled to himself. She was cute. She seemed... normal. Like she was someone he could talk to and have a natural discussion with.
She didn’t even look up when the little bell on the door jingled as he walked in. Matty decided not to bother and kept to himself, though his eye was drawn to the Flames sticker in the upper righthand corner of her laptop. He ordered his coffee and pastry and went on his way. She didn’t leave his mind, though, and all through practice and after he was thinking about her.
The next day was game day. As Matty walked up to the cafe again, the same girl was sitting in the same spot. His fingers grasped the note paper clipped to the tickets in his jacket pocket as he walked in. Matty passed her table on his way to the line.
He casually dropped the note and tickets on one of your books. You didn’t even notice until he was long gone and you were packing up from your study session.
“What the hell?” you whispered to yourself, picking up the pieces of paper.
Hi, we haven’t met before but I noticed you the other day and I wanted to talk to you but you seemed really busy so I left you alone. I saw the Flames sticker on your laptop and thought you might like to come to the game tonight. There are two tickets attached to this note. I hope to see you there!
- Matthew Tkachuk
P.S. If you don’t believe me, ask one of the baristas. I come in here all the time
You were speechless. When you had glanced up yesterday and saw Matthew Tkachuk leaving the cafe and walking down the street you thought you were going crazy. Now you know you weren't.
The game was at one o’clock. You hoped your roommate wasn’t busy as you practically sprinted back to your dorm down the street from the cafe.
“Are you doing anything this afternoon?” you asked, completely out of breath and leaning against the wall.
“Did you run all the way here?” your roommate asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Answer my question,” you panted, downing a glass of water.
“Uh, no, nothing, why?” she asked, confused.
“Matthew Tkachuk just gave me two tickets to the game,” you smiled, tossing her the note and tickets. When opened her mouth to protest, you cut her off. “I saw him at the cafe yesterday and this morning as he was leaving. It’s legit.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Are you fucking insane?” Johnny exclaimed, looking at Matty with an incredulous look as they taped their sticks in preparation for warmup. “Let me get this straight, you invited a random college student you saw at a cafe to the game?”
“That is exactly what I did,” Matty responded, smirking to himself.
“She’s gonna think you’re a creeper,” Sam laughed, tossing his tape back up into his locker.
“Alright, if she shows up you both owe me fifty bucks,” Matty said.
“I’ll take that bet,” Johnny nodded, looking over to Sam.
“Yeah, I’m in,” Sam agreed.
You settled into your seats with your roommate as the Flames came out for warmups. The tickets Matty had given you were at the Islanders’ end of the ice, so you were unable to see him before the game started.
“I don’t see your girl, Matty,” Sam said condescendingly as he leaned against the boards.
“She’s at the other end of the ice, dipshit,” Matty chirped back. “Gotta give her a good view for when I score my first hat trick on the season.”
“Easy there, though guy,” Johnny laughed as he skated over. “Don’t let your head get too big, your helmet won’t fit.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Matty shrugged them off, gently tapping his stick against the ice.
“Are you sure this was a good idea?” your roommate asked for the seventeenth time.
“Positive,” you replied yet again. “Look, there he is.”
Matty lined up for the opening face off, completely focused on his task at hand. Three minutes into the game, he put the puck into the upper righthand corner. His eye instantly found yours before his teammates slammed him against the boards in front of you in celebration.
“She’s here,” Matty said, out of breath as she sat down on the bench. “I expect to see those fifty bucks from both of you after the game.”
The third period rolled around and saw the Flames rout the Islanders 5-2, with Matty scoring his predicted hat trick. He made eye contact and pointed at you with every goal he scored.
A security guard escorted you through the tunnels of the stadium, your roommate having gone back to your dorm.
“I should thank you,” Matty smiled as he walked up to you, shoving two fifty dollar bills into his pocket. “You won me a hundred bucks.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” you replied, accepting his tentative hug.
“Did you have fun?” he asked, his brow furrowing.
“Best Flames game I’ve ever been to,” you answered.
“You know, I don’t know your name.”
“Y/N,” you replied, unable to push the smile from your face.
“Y/N,” Matty repeated. He loved the way it sounded as it rolled off his lips. “Can I take you for coffee, Y/N?”
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Schoolyard: 3
“Six months! Thor I can’t just uproot my life for six months! Do you know how long it took me to get to this position!” You’re starting to get light headed, “I need to sit down.” You mutter and Thor guides you gently to the couch.
“Can I get you anything? Water? Vodka?”
“Water.” Your mind is spinning, “with ice please.” How can he expect you to just pause your life for six months?
“Here,” he passes you the glass of water and you take a couple of sips before looking back over at him.
“Why six months?”
“Because I’m royalty.” He sits down next to you and you resist the urge to lean against him. “I am so sorry. Had I known that it would be considered legit because Loki memorized all the correct words and we did everything correctly I would’ve never fake married you.” It’s all so ridiculous that you you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you.
“Oh god Thor I’m being terrible. I’m sorry. I don’t blame you for this, we were both just kids now were you to know?” You sigh heavily, “I guess the biggest concerns I have right now are my job, my apartment, and my friends.”
“All things I can understand, but unless you want to stay married this is the only option.” He tells you and you lean against him. You’ve always wanted to travel back to Europe as an adult to go see the sights and actually appreciate them in a different way.
“Let me see what I can work out with the hospital, I’ve got work in the morning.”
“It might not be the best idea to tell anyone that we’re married.”
“I trust Hope. She doesn’t particularly like other people so I don’t think she’ll say anything.”
“You know the people in your life and I trust you.”
“Thank you.” You watch the news together in silence, you both show up toward the end just outside your apartment and you change the channel to some baking show or another. It’s too weird to see yourself on the news,
“I should go.” Thor says softly but neither of you move. He’s warm and you’re comfortable and you both end up drifting off.
Thor’s phone rings and it startles you both awake.
“Shit, ‘m sorry.” He says digging his phone from his pocket. “I need to take this. I’ll let you get some real sleep. Can I call you later?”
“Yea,” you mumble following him to your door, once he leaves you lock it then get ready for bed. Morning is going to come quickly.
Thor texts you again in the morning, telling you he needs to be back in Asgard in three days and that if it works out he’d like it if you’d come home with him. You send him a thumbs up emoji then head to Hope’s office.
“Hey Hope, do you have a minute?”
“Sure.” She says not looking away from her computer.
“So, I’ve got to leave the country for six months for, personal reasons.” This gets her attention.
“Is this because of that Crown Prince you were spotted with?”
“Sort of. It’s a long and complicated story but one I need to leave to get sorted.” Hope looks at you expectantly and you sigh before launching into the whole story.
“Damn.”
“Yea I know. So now to get an annulment I have to go all the way to Asgard and since he’s royalty it’s gotta be for six months. So I’d like to stay on as staff just like on leave or something. I love working here and I know it puts you in a bit of a bind but it’d be a huge relief to have a job to come back to.” Hope leans back in her chair and studies you.
“You won’t be back.”
“What do you mean? Of course I’ll be back.”
“You don’t see how he looks at you. This might have been a mistake and you might have lost touch but that man is smitten.”
“Yea okay.” You laugh and she rolls her eyes at you.
“If you can come work a weekend once every other month I think I can keep you on staff. Check with your prince and let me know.”
“He’s not my prince but okay. Thanks Hope. Oh, and Hope, can you keep this a secret? The whole marriage thing.” She nods so you leave her office and text Thor who assures you that should be totally fine. Something you confirm with Hope. Now you have to tell Jane.
You text her that you need to meet her and she agrees for the following night. Thor asks if you want to join him for dinner again but you decline. You just need some time alone, so much of your life is going to be changing in the next couple of days and you just want some peace and normalcy for a night.
When Jane shows up the next night you’ve got brownies coming out of the oven. You needed some chocolate and brownies sounded good.
“Are you okay? You sounded stressed on the phone.”
“Yea, I just have a lot to tell you.” So you do, you tell her every single detail just like she’d requested. Jane sits in shocked silence when you’re finished.
“You’re a fucking Princess.” She whispers, “oh my god my best friend is a fucking Princess!”
“Oh my god Jane shut up! I am not!”
“Bitch you are married to a Prince. Therefore you are a Princess.”
“Well, I hope you’re still willing to be friends with someone who isn’t a Princess because we’re getting an annulment.”
“What? No! You’re so cute together!”
“Yea, and I have to go to Asgard for six months so you wanna sublet my plane?”
“Wait seriously?”
“Yea, I’ll be back for a weekend every other month but Thor said that it would take six months since he’s royalty.”
“Actually that’s perfect my research assistant is looking for a new place, I’ll see if she wants to move into my place for the next six months and I can move in here.”
“That works for me. I just would like someone I know here so when I have to come work a couple of shifts.”
“What are you going to tell Peter?”
“Nothing? We went on two dates and he was awful for both.”
“Oh, well he’s been asking about you.”
“He hasn’t texted or called so keep letting him ask. I’m not interested in a man child who thinks he’s better than everyone because he’s a pilot.” You tell her rolling your eyes. Jane laughs softly and raises her brownie in a cheers motion.
“Do you want me to tell him you’re out of the country?”
“He’s a grown man; if he wants to ask me out again he can ask.”
“Preach sister.” You spend the rest of the night talking, eating brownies and laughing. It’s exactly what you needed before you have to pack up enough clothing to help you get through the next two months.
You end up borrowing one of Jane’s massive Arctic trip suitcases because your little carryon will not do the trick. But you get everything packed, including your passport, an hour before Thor said he’d be by to pick you up.
He’s exactly on time, you sigh softly closing and locking your door.
“I am sorry, Elskede.” He says, “I’m sorry you have to uproot your life but our friends are excited to see you again. Especially Sif.”
“I always thought you’d end up with Sif, she was always so beautiful and badass.”
“She’s dating a very successful business man. Nice guy, he meshes well with our little group of friends. You’ll like him.”
“Oh, it will be nice to visit again. If I can I might travel a little bit, I’ve never seen Europe as an adult and since I won’t be working I feel like this is a good time.”
“If you’ll allow, I’d like to come with.”
“Yea, that’d be nice.” You tell him as you take Thor’s arm at the doorway again. You let him lead you through the doorway and to the car. There are more press this time than last time, they’re still yelling for Thor to look and but thankfully it seems that they still don’t know your name yet. Thor ushers you into the car then he climbs in after you, Volstagg climbs in the front seat and you’re off.
You don’t go to the airport, at least not the one that you expect to go to. You pull up to a much smaller airport and after you go through a security gate you see that you’re at a private airstrip.
“Are we flying private?”
“Yes Elskede.”
“What does that mean? I don’t know that word.”
“It’s kind of like, honey or sweetheart.” He explains and you nod. “How is your Norwegian?”
“Probably rusty but I’ll catch back on quickly. I’ve always been pretty good with languages.” He nods as Volstagg opens the door then climbs out and again waits to help you out of the car. You follow Thor up the stairs of the private jet and over to a set of seats.
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Hey! Could I request an irl Tommy and reader (platonic ofc) where he notices that reader seems overwhelmed while out, and they go back to his place and chill and watch a movie with comfort food or something? Thank you :D
Thank you for the request! Here you go :)
Characters: irl!tommy x reader
A/N: I decided that the reader would be overwhelmed by social interaction because that's all I could think of lmao
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You weren't one for social interaction at all, but that rule relaxed itself when you were around Tommy. He was the absolute opposite to you, loud, outgoing, sociable. Well, on screen, at least. Yeah, he was the same off screen, but just toned down a bit. Tommy was your best friend, if it wasn't for him constantly talking to you, however many times you pushed him away, you wouldn't be living the life you are now. You frequently appear on his streams, you were no stranger to his chat at all. You played Minecraft with him alot, and were in every one of his Minecraft mod videos. You couldn't be more greatful to have him as your friend.
"Y/N!!! Y/N!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!"
Tommy shouted as he banged at your front door. You tried to shout at him that you were coming, but he couldn't hear you. You swung the door open, and stepped back towards the stairs to out your shoes on.
"Bloody hell, you should learn to calm down bitch boy."
You stated as you tied up your laces. He gasped in mock offense.
"Ugh! You dare speak to your elder like that?"
"Tommy im legit a day younger than you."
"IT STILL COUNTS!"
You couldn't help but laugh at how pressed he was getting about the whole age thing. You stood up and grabbed your keys, shouting "Mum I'm going out with Tommy I'll be back soon!" before leaving the house. You could barley step out before he grabbed your wrist and started sprinting towards the park.
It was dead quiet at the park, you were both sitting on the swings chatting before some kids that were probably about 2 years younger than you both started coming towards you.
"Fucking hell, what do these assholes want."
Tommy complained as they edged closer.
"Oi, you two, get off. That's our area."
You rolled your eyes at one of the boys remarks. 'Their area' yeah right. If this was their personal area then Tommy wasn't your best friend.
"You rolling your eyes at me?"
The boy asked. You began to stutter with your words. You looked over at Tommy with hope that he would help you, but he was to busy arguing with the others.
"Well, you see, I, uh, well, actually..."
You tried to form a sentence, muttering words quietly. You didn't know this person at all, you've never even heard of them, it made you more nervous than you needed to be. You continued to stumble on your words, slightly begining to tremble and tears begining to form in your eyes. This was very uncomfortable. Tommy looked over for a second to check on you, not immediately taking notice of your state, turning back to the boys before whipping his head back round towards you. He sighed.
"Alright dickheads, it's all yours. Y/N, let's go."
He said sternly before grabbing your wrist and pulling you off with him. He didn't talk at all, he just walked all the way back to his place, you trailing behind, his grip still on your wrist.
When he got back to his house, he let go of your wrist.
"Go up to my room. You can sit in my chair if you want."
Was all he said before he went off to the kitchen. You did as he said, and went up to his room, tears slightly rolling down your face from the social interaction. You sat in his streaming chair, propped your head up with your elbow on his desk, and looked at the background of his PC. Tommy walked into the room.
"Sorry about pushing you that far with the social stuff,"
He began, placing a tray down on his bed and pulling up another chair.
"I really should've paid more attention, or better, leave as soon as they turned up. I really am sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to put you through that.'
You looked at him with a smile on your face, and leaned in to hug him.
"It's ok, big man, if I didn't catch his attention it would've been better."
You both pulled out of the hug, Tommy wheeling his chair back to grab the tray, bringing it into your view. It had your favourite comfort food on it, plus some of Tommy's aswell.
"Wanna chill and watch a movie or something?"
You nodded as you wheeled the chair out the way and let Tommy take over the computer, opening a film as you both sat back and enjoyed the moment.
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A/N: idk if that's what people do when they're overwhelmed it didn't take long to write this and I finished this at 9:40 PM so
#dream smp#tommyinnit#tommyinnit mcyt#tommyinnit x reader#tommy innit x reader#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit x y/n
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Call Me
I honestly am not a hundred percent sure where this fic had developed from but I thought it was an interesting plot that could have been manipulated many ways. and of course your girl went put smut mode on this one.
That being said, the only warnings I have for you is smut, smut, smut, and some more smut.
Don’t forget to like, repost, comment. You feed back means everything to me and I love seeing what you all like and don't fancy.
Please enjoy and all my love,
I present to you, Escort Harry.
You were sitting at your dinette on the balcony of your penthouse, exceptionally frustrated. Sipping on your now cold coffee and pulling a cigarette from the gold case that was housing it. You lit the end with the matching gold lighter, slamming it on the table as you inhaled the nicotine to calm your nerves. You expelled the smoke from your lungs with an exaggerated sigh before picking up your phone to re-evaluate the email you just received.
Ms. Y/L/N,
You are cordially invited to the annual Forbes fundraiser for young entrepreneurs, blah blah blah…
Being that you own your own major company that has been featured in Forbes, blah blah blah.
We are expecting your attendance along with your plus one…
A plus one…
Well you are fucked now, aren’t you? You couldn’t remember the last time you had a ‘plus one’. You, this woman, fiercely independent, who built a company from the ground up on your own, and now you are expected to have a date to a fundraiser that you are being forced to go to.
You did the only thing you could think of at that moment.
You pull up Claudia’s number in your contacts, closing your silk robe over your nightgown while you put the phone to your ear and inhale the last puff from your cigarette before stamping it out in the marble ashtray.
The phone rings as you walk through the French doors from your balcony into your dining room, taking the last sip of your coffee before placing your mug on the dark mahogany dining room table.
“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure on this lovely morning at, fuck me, five forty?”
“Thank fucking god you’re awake!”
“Well, I wasn’t but —”
“Did you get that Forbes email too?” You put your phone on speaker while you pulled the email up for the millionth time that morning.
“I did,” Claudia said around a yawn.
“What is this shit with a fucking plus one? When has that ever been a requirement for these things?!”
You could hear her rustling around her bed, “I’m sure some man put it together and wanted to make sure everyone and the pope saw his new arm candy.”
“It’s ridiculous! Some of us don’t have time to have a ‘plus one’!” You sat on your suede sectional, curling your bare feet under your bum. Your long haired black cat jumped up and cuddled into your lap, both melting into comfort.
“I lay claim to Derek, he already said he would go with me.”
You began to stroke your cat’s ear, “Yeah well, you’re fucking Derek, so…”
“I can’t help that your assistant is young and hot, chickee. And so fucking good in bed…” Claudia began to stretch, letting out a moan.
“Thanks for that. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Don’t you have any friends? Second cousins?”
You stopped your petting, your fur baby giving out a little mew in protest, “First of all, ew. No family. Second of all, I don’t have time for friends. I have you because we have worked together for years.” You let out a frustrated sigh and went back to petting the angel on your lap. “What the fuck am I going to do, Claud?”
You could hear Claudia clunking around her kitchen, attempting to make her latte, cursing at her espresso maker. “Why not hire someone?”
You stopped your petting again, Lady getting annoyed and deciding to jump off your lap. “What do you mean, hire someone?”
“You know,” Claudia hissed after burning her tongue on her hot beverage, “like one of those sexy male escorts. You pay them and they are a nice piece of jewelry for the night.”
“Where do you come up with this shit?”
“That old bag that is always at these events, donates a shit ton and then falls asleep halfway through dinner? You know the one.”
You hum in understanding because you do know the one. Her overuse of minks and emeralds at every event, her hackneyed Chanel No. 5. Oh, and her dentures fell into her champagne flute last year. Yeah, that one.
“Do you really think that the strapping young hunk with her is actually her significant other?”
“I thought that it could be her grandson, maybe.”
“Oh hell no! She hired the boy! I hope she got her money’s worth, if you know what I’m saying...”
Claudia began to laugh as you started to make gagging noises. You sat there, thinking of any other option and you really couldn’t think of one.
“Let me do my research and I will email you the links. But babe, relax. We will figure something out, yeah? You can take my little brother if you need to.”
“No offense Claud, but I don’t really want to present to an event with a 17 year old and be labeled a pedophile… Thank you for helping me, truly.”
“Any time, sweets. Now go mastuarbate before you get ready for work. Got a big meeting today and need you to be calm and relaxed for it.”
“Jesus, Claud!”
“See you soon!” Claudia blowing you a kiss over the line before she hangs up.
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You walked into your office with your go to Starbucks order in hand. Derek was sitting on the couch that was off to the side of your office, set up as a little meeting area with a set of armchairs and a coffee table in the center. Derek was sipping on his green smoothie and setting up your agenda for the day.
“I don’t know how you drink that shit. You’re basically grazing in the pasture,” as you take another sip of your overpriced corporate beverage.
“It is an energy boosting smoothie, thank you very much. It’s from the local smoothie place around the corner, it’s family owned.”
“Well good for you bud, but for me, it is about convenience and there are at least 50 Starbucks stores from home to here. A beautiful marketing plan if you ask me.” You smiled before taking another sip then placing it in its rightful place on your desk as you sit to turn on your computer and start your day. Derek stands up and places your daily planner in front of you.
“You have that big meeting today with the business partners. Claudia said she will be here in half an hour to help prep. And I have a list of escort services for you.” He had a folder in hand extended towards you.
You peered up at him, “Fucking Claudia.”
He began to smile and give a light chuckle, “Fucking Claudia. She never knows when to keep her mouth shut. There are a few men she had picked out as well, said she ‘knows what you like’. She will email you the links to their profiles.”
And sure enough, you get an email from her with an eggplant emoji as the subject of the email. You quickly exit the email, pulling up the documents you need for the meeting.
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After getting home from dealing with arrogant, self centered pricks in meetings all day, you knew you needed to treat yourself to a relaxing bubble bath.
You ignored dinner, going straight to your wine rack and grabbed the first bottle handy. You filled the glass and began sipping at the sweet nectar as you were walking to the master bedroom. You padded your way to the en-suite to begin filling the claw foot bathtub. You added some vanilla rose bath melts and let the aroma fill your lungs before returning back to your bedroom.
You step into your walk-in closest to begin undressing, putting your jewelry in their rightful place and hanging the garments that need to go to the dry cleaners. After stripping, you throw on your silk robe and pull your hair up before walking back to the bathroom. You grab your phone and wine along the way, finding your ‘bubble bath’ playlist, which you connected to the Bluetooth that you had installed in your bathroom.
You put your wine and phone on the shelf next to the tub and hung the silk robe before melting into the warm embrace of the milky water. Lady had hopped up onto the counter to keep you company.
You close your eyes, take a deep breath and lean your head on to the bath pillow before slowly exhaling the air from your lips. You were finally starting to relax when the incessant thought about the fundraiser reared it’s nasty head at the forefront of your mind.
You look to Lady, who is curled up on the sink counter, the sound of Ol’ Blue Eyes lulling her to sleep. You take another deep breath before grabbing your phone and opening up that email.
Reinhardt, Claudia
Subject: 🍆
So, this company seems the most legit and had the best reviews on multiple sites. Overall, had the best looking dudes too. I picked out a few that I thought that you would like, you know, best friends and all. I will only be slightly offended if you don’t pick one of my gentleman callers.
Good luck chickee! xo
You took another sip of wine before opening the links to these ‘gentleman callers’ pages.
Travis; he was cute in a ‘use to be a skater’ kind of way. Had some muscle, a decent smile. Age, 26. Perfect. Height, 5’3”. Well, that won’t work. You close out his link and go to the next one.
Bret; could be a model with the blue eyes, black hair look and a jaw that could cut glass. You sit up slightly, scrolling down further into his profile. Age; 19. Fuck no. You quickly close the link and go to the next one.
You go through a few more and you begin to feel hopeless. They were all good looking but none of them sparked the desire to take them to an event where you will be spending endless hours with them.
You were officially going to give up until you saw that there was only one link left.
Harry; this guy can’t be real. Beautiful green eyes, silky curly hair, a really cute smile with dimples. The perfect amount of muscle. You held your breath as you continued to read his profile.
Age; 24. You could handle that.
Height; 6 foot. Perfect.
Reason why you joined this company; Honestly, I’m getting my masters in business at Columbia University. A scholarship and work study can only pay so much of the tuition. So he is smart and can talk about business if needed.
What can you bring to the table for your date; I’m personable and will make friends with anyone in a room. I’m the perfect date for a work related event because I can talk about anything. If you chose me, I promise, you won’t regret it.
You took the last bit of your wine as your finger hovered over the message icon. “I better not regret this…”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry just got home to his rundown studio apartment from his day working in the college library. He threw his backpack on his mismatching dining set before striding into the kitchen to heat up leftover Chinese. He threw the container into the microwave and began to strip on his way to his bed. He pulled on a pair of old grey sweatpants and went back into the kitchen to retrieve his food and a beer.
He climbed into his bed and turned on the TV, throwing on Family Guy before digging into his food. He got up at one point to get his phone that he left in his jacket, where he couldn’t remember where he threw it.
After finding it, he climbs back into bed and continues to stuff his cheeks with lo mein. He unlocks his phone to see he has some texts, a few emails, a bunch of messages on his Tinder app that he has been ignoring and a new message on his work email. Not the library job, but the job that no one knows about.
He gets emails regularly on his work email. Usually older women who want to make a statement at an event. Like “I’m still young. Look at the young man with me.” He doesn’t mind it because they pay a shit ton for him to just sit there and look pretty, but it gets boring. He would rather work overnight at the library and he is pretty sure it is haunted.
He opens the message and he sees your name. He drops his Chinese container into his lap, cursing at the grease stains that are now on his sweats.
He knows you. He knows you very well. He has written multiple research papers on your work, how you built a company on your own. He’s even rubbed one out to you a few times because your so fucking beautiful and unbelievebly smart.
Harry,
I apologize for how this message reads; I have never done such a thing before.
I have an event for a Forbes fundraiser and we are required to bring a plus one. Unfortunately, I do not have one and need to go to such lengths as to hiring one.
I have read your profile, multiple times if we are being honest, and I feel that you are best suited for the situation.
If you accept my offer, I will pay you handsomely and will schedule you with my tailor to get a suit for the event. Anything involved will be taken care of by me, you will just need to present by my side.
Please let me know if you accept my offer in a timely fashion.
All the best, Y/N Y/L/N
Harry’s mouth was gaping like a fish. You, you, need a date to an event and you asked him. He must be dreaming. He rereads the email a million times and tries to compose himself enough to respond.
Ms. Y/L/N,
It would be an honor to be by your side. Please let me know where I need to be and when and I promise, I will not let you down.
Harry
A few moments after sending the email he got notifications of events being added to his calendar. The first thing was his appointment with your tailor tomorrow morning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was standing outside the tailor’s shop, being a few minutes early and the door was locked. He could hear the clicking of heels and heard a familiar voice. You had presented at Colombia for seminars multiple times, considering it was your Alma Mater. He knew that voice because he attended every seminar that you were a speaker at.
You had your phone in one hand with your designer purse in the crook of the arm that was holding your phone. You had a tray with a few coffees in the other hand. He thought you looked powerful and beautiful in your burgundy blazer with a black tank top tucked into your houndstooth black and white trousers. A gold Gucci belt pulling the whole look together.
You smiled at him as you told whomever you were talking to that you had to go and that you will call them back. He about melted into a puddle when he heard you call his name.
He nodded with a smile while you put your phone in your purse and coordinated the drinks so that you were able to extend a hand to shake Harry’s. Your hand was so soft, he never wanted to let go.
“Thank you for being able to do this so quickly. The event is this weekend and I wanted to make sure that your suit was done in time.” You were smiling at him the whole time, like you have been friends for a lifetime.
“It’s no problem at all.” He smiled back as you took in a good look at him, seeming to be pleased with your choice. He unconsciously stood up straighter and clasped his hands behind his back as you turned to press the buzzer of the store front.
The door unlocked and he quickly grabbed the door to allow you to walk in first, as you gave your thanks. You strutted in like you owned the place and Harry could feel his cock twitch in his jeans watching you own the room.
A beautiful person was standing there waiting for you with gorgeous red flowing hair. They looked angelic with their light and soft features.
“Harris darling, this is Harry. You will be working with him on finding the perfect suit and tailoring it like the artist you are.” You sat on the white sofa, handing out coffees to the people around you, including Harry.
“I didn’t know how you liked your coffee, so I got it black but I have cream and sugar if you need it.” You pulled out the little paper bag the cafe had given you with the coffee fixings from your purse.
“Black is perfect, thank you.”
You smiled up at him as you handed him his coffee, he gladly took a seat next to you as Harris handed the two of you their portfolio.
“These are what I have in the shop now and the fabrics in the back are what I have at home, if you would prefer one of those.”
Harry scooted a little closer to get a better look that you quickly took notice of, so you moved so that the portfolio sat on both of your laps while your thighs touched. Harry’s breath hitched when he felt the contact but quickly brushed it off to continue looking at the beautiful suits.
“Is my dress done by chance? I would love to do the final fitting today as well.”
“Of course. I also have a few ideas of suits for you Harry that would go with the dress. Not so matchy-matchy, but to make sure you don’t clash.”
“Let’s try those, hm?” You looked at Harry with a sweet smile. All he could do was gaulp and nod.
You put the portfolio on the table in front of you before taking your blazer off and laying it delicately on the arm of the couch. You stood up and began to wander around, looking at Harris’ fall collection.
“I can’t wait to see these on the models. Absolutely stunning, Harris.”
“Wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, my love.” You smiled as you continued to explore.
Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were so ethereal in your movements, so effortless. You seemed so gentle and he has only been around you for a few moments. He has always known you as a strong willed, fierce, badass woman. But now, he sees you as delicate porcelain. Not in a way that you could easily be broken, he doesn’t think that could ever be the case. But in the way that you need to be taken care of and adored fondly.
Harry was pulled out of his trance when Harris returned with an armful of suits, calling Harry to the dressing room. Harris helped him with trying them on, all of them being breathtaking.
You had gone into your dressing room with Harris’ assistant helping you put on your gown. You were never one for flash at events, so you asked for a simple black gown with some red detailing, red being your power color. You wore red lipstick or a red pair of heels to every event, so people would be expecting it.
You had walked out as did Harry and he was frozen. The black gown had off the shoulder straps and a sweetheart neckline, showing off your silky decolletage. It had a hip-high slit on your left leg showing off the delicious meat of your thigh, your heels making your legs look even longer. It was form fitting around the torso and hips with the fabric draping beautifully around you, cascading softly around your feet. The bottom of the gown and around the bust was detailed with delicate red stitching, creating a floral design.
And you couldn’t take your eyes off Harry. His suit was the same blood red as your stitching. The floral details of his suit were stitched in black and he had a black button up underneath with the top few buttons undone. Harris had already pinned the suit so it fit him perfectly. His thighs looked strong and thick, his shoulders broad. He was exceptionally handsome.
Harris squealed with how amazing you both looked and you matched without it being obnoxious. Harris walked you to the platform so he could do his final fitting on you. You and Harry couldn’t stop looking at each other in the mirror, the eye contact being strong and unwavering. The only thing that pulled you out of your trance was when Harris called your name to tell you he was done with you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After getting back into your work clothes, you kissed Harris goodbye and Harry shook their hand. You told Harris that Derek will pick up the garments Saturday morning before the event.
Harry held the door open for you and let you walk on to the sidewalk first. You started pulling out your phone to check it, quickly turning off the screen before looking up at Harry.
“Do you need a ride? I walked here from my office but it isn’t far, I can drop you off.” You stood there waiting for a response and he was taking too long for your taste.
“Well come on then, I’ll take you wherever you need to go.” You started walking with a purpose, pulling out your phone again to give Derek a heads up of your plans. Harry quickly jogged to catch up with you.
“Thank you. Um, could you drop me off at campus?” You looked back up and smiled with a nod.
“Of course.”
When you got to the parking garage, you hit your key fob to unlock your car. You had a nice black Audi that you gracefully climbed into. Harry was treating it like a work of fragile art, not wanting to touch anything. You noticed that he was admiring your car, causing you to smile. “Are you a car kind of guy?”
“Um, yeah. I suppose. I know a pretty car when I see one.”
This caused you to giggle. “I may have another event for you then. One of my colleagues has vintage cars that he submits to a car show, he asks me to go every year. Maybe I’ll go if I have you by my side.”
Harry beamed at the idea, “I would like that.”
“It’s in the Hamptons so I would have to steal you for a couple of days. I have a beach house there. That’s if you don’t mind, of course.”
Harry had the opportunity to go to the Hamptons to spend a couple of days with you? How could he say no to that fantasy.
“That sounds great, just tell me when and I’m there.”
You started your drive to Colombia’s campus when you felt the need to talk about the one factor of this you had yet to approach.
“How would you like me to pay you? I can write a check or direct deposit if you would like.” You give a quick glance over to him while at a red light and you see him adjusting in his seat.
“Um, whatever is easier for you.”
“I think it will be more discreet if I direct deposit. I will give you my number and you can text me your bank information. I will be sure to delete it and would never do anything other than deposit money to you.”
He nodded in agreement, not that he was worried that you would take money from him. Not that he had a whole lot of money to his name.
You pulled up next to the campus and asked Harry for his phone to put in your number. “Whenever you get the chance, text me the information.”
“I will, thanks.” He stepped out of the car, slung his backpack over his shoulder and began to walk to campus.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry got home and relaxed for a bit, wrapping his head around the day. He got fitted for a gorgeous designer suit, rode in an Audi, and got invited for a long weekend in the Hamptons, all by the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
He finally sat up and began to dig through his piles of papers on his counter to find his bank information. He quickly texted it to you, double checking the numbers were typed out correctly. He set the phone down and went to hop into the shower.
When he stepped out with a towel around his waist and another in hand roughly drying his hair, he picked up his phone and saw a notification from his bank.
Direct deposit of $5,000.
He stared at the screen for an undetermined amount of time before going to his contacts and calling you.
“Hello, this is Y/N.”
“That is way too much, you don’t have to do that, please just —”
“Harry, it is my money and I do as I please. You are doing me a huge favor and you will be with me for a full evening. Plus, you have to deal with a bunch of assholes, it’s the least I can do. Now, don’t ever question my decisions again, okay? My assistant will drop off your suit on Saturday morning. Please text me your address so he can do so. Have a good rest of your day.”
The line went dead, Harry was still in shock. He has never seen four digits in his bank account before and it happened in the blink of an eye. He decided to text you his address and asked no more questions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was pulling on the perfectly tailored suit jacket and ran his hand through his hair one last time before spritzing on his cologne when there was a knock on his door. He walked over to open it, seeing a man in a black suit that he has never seen before. The man gave Harry a nod and he began to walk to the stairs. Harry quickly grabbed his keys and phone before following the unnamed, eerily quiet man.
When Harry reached outside, there was a black SUV with dark tinted windows. The uncanny man opened the back door, exposing you looking down at your phone. Harry gasped when you looked up at him, lips painted red, flashing him a dazzling smile.
“Well, don’t you look handsome.” You scooted over so Harry could climb in. He honestly couldn’t help himself, but he had to stare at you. You had your legs crossed, left leg over your right, exposing the full skin of both of your legs due to the slit on the left side. His mouth began to water looking at the soft glow of your legs.
“So, I apologize in advance if some wives try to take you home with them tonight. Those old hags probably haven’t been screwed properly in ages since their husbands waste their viagra on some girls who want their money.”
Harry raised his eyebrows at you with a smile growing across his lips, “Why do I feel like you're not kidding?”
“Oh,” you let out a scoffed laugh, “because I’m not.” You look back up from your phone to gaze at Harry, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” You send him a wink, causing him to blush.
He beams back at you, “My hero.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As you enter through the doors of the banquet hall, arm laced through Harry’s, you begin to get the urge for a cigarette.
You see previous partners to your company; ones that moved on to bigger and better things, others who screwed you over and you cut ties with. You see the old men that hit on you and the wives that stare daggers into you. They all told you that you weren’t going to make it and you proved them all wrong. Though some think you did it with a little help from what is between your legs or your harlot red lips.
You really need a cigarette.
You see Claudia standing across the way, holding out two champagne flutes for the both of you. You gently tug Harry with you, taking in how he is observing the room. He has an air of professionalism to him that can only come naturally; he’ll be a great business man.
“Knew you would pick this one! Had to save the best for last.” Claudia handed you both your bubbling spirit and put her hand out for Harry to shake, introducing herself and Derek.
“I need a cigarette and a stronger drink than this to get through the night.” You quickly downed the liquid, placing the glass on a nearby table, excusing yourself to the terrace.
Harry followed you out a few moments later, holding a rocks glass out to you. You smiled up at him reaching for the glass and taking a sip before handing it back to him so you could take a long drag. “Thank you.”
He leaned over the banister of the terrace to look out over the city, taking his own sip where your red lips had left their stain. You found it slightly erotic how he licked his lips after touching your mark, as if he had decided to take his sip at that specific part of the glass on purpose.
“So tell me, shall I be talking you up in there? Should be easy for me.”
You reach for the glass he is rolling between his fingers, taking another sip, “And why is that?”
He took the cigarette from between your fingers, admiring the vibrant stain before placing it between his own lips, slightly squinting his eyes as he took a drag. “I’m quite infatuated with you. I’ve followed your work from the start, wrote some papers on your business plans.”
You raised an eyebrow and watched him, studying his features that softened as the left side of his lip began to upturn, indenting his cheek to an adorable dimple. “To be completely honest? I started to follow you because I was terribly attracted to you. I saw you on the front of a magazine and…” he pursed his lips out with a smirk before he chuckled at himself. He looked up at you with his boyish charm before he stood back up and took his drink from you again.
“Oh, Harry, thought about me when you were lonely?” You gave him a false pout that grew into a smile.
He finished his drink before looking back at you, “Still do.” His smile and eye contact were never wavering as he stamped out your cigarette for you and took your hand to return inside.
Harry guided you to your table, hand on your lower back before pulling out your chair for you. He sat to the left of you next to another gentleman, who you had no idea what his business was. His wife was glaring at you as Harry was talking to the man, though the man was more focused on the cleavage exposed by your dress. Harry reached his hand to you, gripping onto the skin of your exposed thigh.
You could audibly hear the man whimper and his wife scoff as Harry’s thumb began to caress your skin. You could see Claudia’s smile grow as she takes a sip of her drink, watching Harry become possessive of you before her eyes. Derek caught her attention by kissing her cheek as the head speaker began his announcement for awards and donations.
As the night came to an end, you were thankful to have Harry at your side. He was holding his own, taking to other businessmen as if he had been conversing with them his whole life. He was able to talk business plans, discuss what he was currently learning in classes, he even gave a few men advice on future endeavors. To be completely honest, you were aroused by the power Harry held as he was working the room.
Harry had his arm wrapped around your waist as you walked to your awaiting SUV, holding your hand as you climbed in and he followed suit. You let out a content sigh, enjoying the silence in the car.
Harry reached across you, grabbing the back of your knee to pull both legs to rest on his lap. He gently unclasped the buckle of your heel, slowly removing it before placing it on the floor by his feet. He did the same with your other foot and began to rub his thumb up the arches.
You let out a satisfied hum at the pressure soothing your aching feet, resting your head on the window as you watched Harry focused on his work in hand.
“You did amazing tonight, Harry. Thank you.”
He looked up at you with his dimples on display, making the tightness you have felt in your stomach all night constrict even more. He looked proud, as he should.
“It was a lot of fun. Learned a lot.”
You smiled back at him, slowly blinking your eyes closed. “That old colleague I was telling you about with the vintage car show, Jack, he asked if we would like to go. It’s in six weeks if you are interested.”
“I’d love to.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In the six weeks since the fundraising event, Harry had joined you on multiple smaller level events, including some work dinners and client matters.
His closest had grown exponentially in the six weeks, whether it was a suit for an event that you had purchased for him or he had found something designer he liked and he bought it with the money from his ever growing bank account, thanks to you. He has found pleasure in Gucci, also thanks to you. He has found that the luxuries he now has in his life was all in your taste, subconsciously wanting to please you.
You would comment on his attire he has purchased without your assistance, always beaming when you talk about what line it was from and how well it suited Harry. He loves the feelings he gets when you praise him.
He was packing his bag for the weekend trip to the Hamptons, having just gone shopping for some outfits for the occasion. He had also bought some things to spruce up his studio apartment, making it look more put together and modern rather than a frat boy's bedroom. Your taste even makes its appearance in his decor.
You had knocked on his door, waiting with coffee in hand for the both of you. He opened the door with a wide smile before allowing you to enter the apartment. He had his clothes neatly folded on the bed, waiting to be placed into the leather duffle bag you got him for the occasion, another ‘thank you’ on your part.
You sat on his bed, sipping your coffee while watching him put his toiletries in the matching leather shaving bag, which was also a praise gift. He was dressed in grey sweat shorts and a simple black T-shirt with his short locks held out of his face by a red bandana. He was still barefoot walking around while he was finishing up.
“Do you have the word ‘big’ tattooed on your toe?” Your ever present smile grew as you leaned closer to get a look.
Harry chuckled, scratching his jaw “I may have been drunk and did it myself.”
You shook your head with a giggle of your own before taking another sip of your coffee, leaning back in Harry’s bed.
Harry was trying to will away the semi he was sporting. He had never seen you in lounge clothes and the black leggings you were wearing were doing crazy things to Harry’s body. You were wearing your Columbia Alumni shirt, tied in a knot at the waist to show off the curves of your hips that the leggings were hugging. Your hair was up messily, making Harry want to pull it down from its restraint so that he could muss it up with his own fingers. Your Clubmaster Ray-Bans sat on top of your head and your skin looked fresh and dewy with no makeup on.
Harry took a moment in his kitchen when he was getting his hydro flask to take a breath and squeeze himself through his shorts to take away some of the ache. He’s not sure how he is going to handle a whole weekend if this is what it will be like.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You stopped at a local gas station before leaving the city. Harry offered to fill your tank while you went into the shop to get some snacks for the trip, getting your essential Swedish Fish and Redbull while Harry asked for gummy bears and orange juice.
Harry was already sitting in the passenger seat when you returned, him now having his Wayfarer Ray-Bans on; he only bought them when you said he would look good in them. He was playing on his phone and perked up when you slid in the drivers side.
You handed him his goodies while you promptly opened your bag of candy to set between your thighs and cracked open your can of liquid energy. You began your hour and a half drive to your beach house in the Hamptons. You had your favorite Spotify playlist playing through your speakers, both of you humming along.
“Want some?” Harry looked up at you confused as to what you were talking about. You smiled as you glanced over before returning your gaze to the road. “Some fishies, help yourself.” You nodded down to the bag between your thighs as you took another sip of your drink.
“Thanks.” Harry reached over, dipping his hand between your thighs that you involuntarily widened when his hand approached. He looked up at your face when he slowly dipped his fingers into the bag to grip a few red fish, reaching for the few that were closest to the apex of your thighs. He could feel your heat at his knuckles as he pulled a few gummies out, sticking his tongue out as the candy approached his lips.
You adjusted in your seat, shocked that you were turned on by a man grabbing and eating a candy. Then again, it was Harry. He has been torturing you with his good looks since you clicked on his link.
The ride was uneventful for the rest of the time, Harry watching as expensive homes, luxurious boutiques and restaurants whiz by as you enter the Hamptons and make your way toward the beach.
You pulled up to your beach house, clicking the garage door button on your phone before parking. You grab your trash and put them in the appropriate receptacles that you keep in your garage. Harry was already grabbing your bags out of the car, allowing you to unlock the door freely. You held it open for Harry, stepping into your small mud room, both kicking off your shoes before walking further into the home.
The first view Harry had was of the beach through the windows that filled the wall of your dining room. He walks past the open concept kitchen to go straight to the windows, watching the waves crash on the shore. You open the french doors that lead to your back porch that has stairs that lead down to the sandy beach. You let some fresh air waft in as you go to the kitchen to take stock of what you need to go shopping for.
Harry was still standing at the window with both your bags in hand before you went over to rub his back and grab your bag.
“Come on, I’ll show you your room.” You guide Harry past your open living room to the stairs, leading him up and to the right. “This will be your room. You’ll have your own bathroom and there should be fresh towels in there for you. I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything. I’m going to hop in the shower.”
Harry watched as you walked away, seeing you pull off your T-shirt as you were shutting your bedroom door, briefly exposing your black bralette. Harry ran his hand down his face, feeling the pulse return to his groin. He quickly shut and locked the door before situating himself on his bed, promptly pushing his shorts and briefs down his thighs, reaching for the high end lotion you placed by the bed for guests.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry had taken his own shower after relieving himself after he made a proper mess on his thighs and hand. He climbed down the stairs to the smell of curry and Elton John playing through the speakers.
“Figured we should eat a proper meal since we haven’t yet today, so I ordered some Thai.”
You both sat on your back porch, enjoying the view as you ate your take out. You chatted about the next day, telling Harry about the car show and what to expect when it comes to Jack.
“He's like that eccentric drunk uncle at the Christmas party that you love but don’t want to deal with.”
You enjoyed each other’s company, watching the sun start to set on the horizon before calling it a night and turning in.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
After waking up from a restful sleep, Harry got dressed in his running shorts and hoodie, throwing on his running shoes before walking to your room to let you know he was going to go for a run along the beach.
Your door was cracked open slightly, Harry able to see you laying on your bed. He stepped closer to the door, about to push the door open further when he heard an ever present whimper. He wasn’t sure if the noise was due to your sleep, but his question was answered when he looked at you in your detail.
Your legs were spread open, two fingers deep to the knuckle as you were laid open on your comforter. You were pumping into yourself as you had your other hand up under your sleep shirt, groping your breast and rolling your nipple between your fingers.
Harry thought he was dreaming, seeing the delicious sight in front of him. Harry couldn’t help himself but to dip his hand in his shorts to start palming his hardening member. Your whimpers going straight to his cock, the arch of your spine off your bed making his mouth water.
You looked over at your door, eyes barely open, pausing your movements briefly when you saw Harry in the crack of the door. Your eyes trail to see him pumping his hand in his shorts, thinking that you should give him a good show.
He didn’t notice that you had seen him but he did notice that your legs had spread further as you pulled your glistening fingers out of your core to rub them on your clit, causing you to moan louder. You pulled your shirt up completely to expose yourself fully to Harry, all without him knowing that you were aware of his wandering eyes.
Having him watch you work yourself got you to your brink. Your eyes were glued to his pumping which was now frantic, causing you to lose control, snapping your legs shut around your hand as you came undone. You could hear Harry attempt to muffle his grunt as he made a mess of his shorts, causing a blissful smile to grow across your swollen lips. You gently rolled your fingers around your clit, spreading your legs again for Harry to watch as you ease yourself down from your high.
The next time you looked at your door, Harry was gone.
You got out of bed with an annoyed huff, getting a shower before wrapping yourself in your robe to head downstairs to make coffee and a quick breakfast. You grabbed your plate of eggs and toast with your coffee and cigarettes, stepping out on your back porch to enjoy the air while trying to calm your aggravation.
You don’t know why you are annoyed with Harry not making a move on you while you were self pleasing, but you were. You wanted that to be the moment to break down the walls built by the pure sexual tension between you. You knew he wanted you, he had told you he had touched himself to you, and now, you had seen him touch himself to you. You were on the brink of sinking on your knees and pulling him out to prove how much you wanted him too.
Harry climbed up the stairs, all sweaty from his run as you were finishing up your cigarette. He could sense the irritation coming off of you but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe you had caught him and you weren’t happy about it. He would just die if that was the case. He sat down in the chair that wasn’t taken over by your resting feet. He noticed that you were only picking at your breakfast as he untied his shoes and kicked them off so as to not trail any sand inside. He leaned back in his seat, taking a deep breath before pulling his hoodie off, T-shirt coming off with it.
You couldn’t help your mouth watering seeing him now topless and glistening with sweat, watching his chest rise and fall while trying to catch his breath. You sat up and ripped a piece of toast before popping it in your mouth, now refusing to look at him.
“Have a nice run?” You continued to poke at your eggs, acting like you're eating them but you are just trying to occupy your eyes.
“Yeah, it was nice. Been a while since I ran on a beach.”
You hummed at his response before standing up and grabbing your things. “We will be leaving in an hour, Jack wants us to meet him at the country club before the car show.”
Harry nodded at you but you promptly walked inside, ignoring his reply before dropping your dishes in the sink and going to your room to get ready.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You knew you were being petty. You knew that he couldn’t read your mind but god you wished he could. You were just finishing your hair when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. You walked over to see Harry clad in red and white gingham trousers and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, just sheer enough to make the outlines of his black ink. His hair was perfectly slicked back with a few curls having some definition to them. He had a look of cowardice as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
“Looking handsome, as always.” He gave you a soft smile at the compliment before fully taking you in. You were in a white knee length sundress that had big roses printed on the fabric. Your one shoulder strap annoyingly falling down, which Harry promptly grazed his fingers against your skin to slide the strap into place.
Harry’s gaze raked back up your frame before looking you in your eyes, “You ready?”
You nodded at him, grabbing your Michael Kors wedges off your bed before walking out of your room ahead of Harry. You made your way to the mud room to switch your purses and to sit on the bench to slip on your shoes.
Harry grabbed your shoes for you, kneeling in front of you, gingerly wrapping his fingers around your ankle to slide your foot into the wedge, pulling the zipper up at the heel. He had done the same to your other foot, this time watching you watch him. He gently placed your foot to the floor before standing up straight and putting his hand out for you to help you up before walking to your car.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The car ride was silent, omitting the random questions Harry had regarding the country club and Jack. You adjusted your sunglasses after you had parked, reaching into the back seat to grab your bag. You were about to climb out but Harry gripped your wrist, pausing your motions.
“Y/N…” you looked at him as he had reached to push your sunglasses off your face to look you directly in the eyes. “I’m sorry about this morning, when I saw you. I should have left you in private but I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you, need to see you like that. If it ruined any type of relationship we may have, I thoroughly apologize. You should know that I never meant to invade your privacy but… fuck, I just can’t help myself with you. My body takes over when it comes to you and I am so sorry. Please, forgive me?”
You sat there in silence, trying not to smile at how cute Harry was. He was giving you the puppy eyes as his thumb ran over your wrist in gentle circles. You were pondering on how you should approach it; Do you tell him it was no problem? Ignore it and act like nothing happened? Or…
“I only got off because I saw you pump your cock watching me.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek before stepping out of the car to the entrance of the country club.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack loved Harry. They were chatting it up outside, Jack with a cigar in his mouth and Harry with his mimosa in hand. You were ordering you both another one when Jack’s wife, Sharon, approached you at the bar.
“He’s a looker, sweetheart.” You smiled at her before telling her honestly how you met. Jack and Sharon were always supportive of you. You had been Jack’s intern at his company when you were in undergrad, Jack promptly hiring you when you were getting your masters. He taught you everything you knew and Sharon taught you how to enjoy the finer things in life, including Harry.
“Cut the shit with the escort thing and make him your man. He’s a looker, he’s smart. Jack already adores him and is calling him son. You know how hard it is to please that man.”
You looked back to Harry and Jack, both laughing at one of their dad jokes. Harry looked up to see you looking at him, smiling and twiddling his fingers in a wave. He finished his drink, prompting him and Jack to walk back inside to you girls.
Harry had adjusted the strap of your dress that fell down again and you were handing him a new mimosa, sipping out of your own glass. Harry placed his hand on your lower back, watching you as you engage in the conversation Jack and Sharon were having.
An announcement was made that the fairway was now open for guests to look at the cars. Jack quickly downed his drink before exiting like a kid being allowed free range of a candy store. Sharon promptly followed her husband as Harry guided you to follow, grazing his hand down to your bum to give it a soft rub and light tap.
Harry followed Jack around as he was explaining to Harry all the ins and outs of all the vintage cars on show. What gave them value, their rarity, what he likes and dislikes of each car. Sharon and you following behind, enjoying the sun and the wine slushies you had grabbed from a vendor.
Harry took a particular interest in a white 1966 Mercedes-Benz 230SL, stalking around it to take in the details. He smiled to the owner when they came over to talk to Harry, showing the car with the roof down.
“He’s got good taste. He’s enamored by you and the car.” Jack elbowed your shoulder, causing the strap of your dress to fall again. You looked at him as you adjusted the dress with a smile.
“How can you tell?”
“Well, I can tell he loves the car because that’s how he looks at you, doll.”
You look back to Harry, who is now sitting in the driver's seat, running his hands along the steering wheel. Harry shakes hands with the driver before walking back over to you, grabbing your slushie to take a drink himself.
You look up at him, pushing your sunglasses into your hair to take him in fully. “You like?”
Harry put his hand on your hip, taking another sip of the slushie. “She is a beauty. My dad has something similar but not as pristine.” He looked back over his shoulder to look at the car as his hand continued to rub at your hip.
“She is pretty. Looks like a pearl.” You looked over his shoulder with him to take her in.
Harry kissed the top of your head, handing back your drink before going to follow Jack and Sharon as you sneak off to talk to the owner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
You enjoyed your dinner with Jack and Sharon, catching up on your businesses as well as discussed Harry’s future plans. Jack had offered Harry an intern position at his company if Harry was interested.
Jack and Sharon wished you and Harry a good night before you went your separate ways to your cars. Sharon gave you an extra squeeze and told you to “be nice to that boy”, sending you a wink.
You climb into your car to see Harry beaming. “I think they liked me.”
You smiled back at him, “I know they like you. Wouldn't stop coming up to me to tell me how i should keep you around.”
Harry was leaning his head on the headrest to look at you, “Do you want to keep me around?”
“Should I keep you around?” You started your car and began to drive away, Harry still watching your every move. You could see him in the corner of your eye, both of your smiles growing. His hand made its way to your thigh, pushing your skirt up so that his hand could rest on your bare skin. You hummed at the warmth of his palm.
“So you liked when I was watching you?” His hand began to slide further up your dress and your legs had spread further for him, as they tend to do more frequently than not as of late.
“I loved it.”
He hummed at your response, “Do you like being caught? Dirty girl.”
You moaned and moved your left leg so Harry could touch every inch of you, you lifted the skirt of your dress to expose your lace covered core to Harry.
“Want me to finger fuck you here, dirty girl? Right in your car, while you're driving? You’re fucking filthy.”
He started to run his fingers through your folds and you tried your hardest to focus on the road. You weren’t far from your home at this point, trying to stay safe while focusing on Harry’s delicious fingers learning the dips and curves of your core.
“Should I wait to fuck you properly when we get home? Been thinking about it all day.” He unbuckled his seatbelt to get closer to you to nose at your neck. He started to dip his fingers into you as he was kissing any exposed skin.
You finally made it home, abruptly parking your car in the driveway. You undid your seatbelt, promptly taking Harry’s hand that was between your legs to plunge his fingers deeper into you. Your head tipped back as Harry’s fingers hit your favorite spot. Harry quickly made the come hither motion, rubbing his fingertips where you needed him.
“God baby… you’re my dirty girl, huh? Fucking yourself with my fingers.” Your grip tightened around his wrist as he nipped at your jaw. Your thighs began to tighten around Harry’s hand which caused him to remove himself from you. You let out a whine at the empty feeling and the pure desire that was burning in you.
You turn to Harry with lust filled eyes to see him shamelessly suck on each finger that was buried in you individually. “Going to give me a proper taste later. Aren’t you, sweet girl?”
Harry had climbed out of the car, grabbing the keys from you to unlock the door. He began to unbutton his shirt in the mud room as he was kicking off his shoes, you watched with a panting breath, still in the front seat of your car. Harry tucked his hands in the pockets of his trousers, bare chested, and gave you a nod to follow him inside.
When you finally entered your house, Harry was in the kitchen with his head in the refrigerator. He pulled out the container of strawberries and slid them onto the island. He closed the door before turning to lean on the island, popping the container open with a flick of his finger. He grazed the tips of his fingers across each strawberry, deciding which one was the juiciest berry.
“Go get in your shower. I will be there in a moment.” He gripped the stem of the red fruit, tongue grazing it’s flesh before he sunk his teeth in. He made sure to look at you as he licked his lips free of the sweet juice.
You thought that two could play at this game, standing in place as you unzipped your dress and letting it fall freely around your ankles, exposing you in your strapless bra and panties with your wedges still on before climbing up the stairs. Harry stood up straight as you began to walk away.
You quickly undressed as you started your shower, getting under the warm stream while patiently waiting. The anticipation was killing you. It felt like you had been standing under the running water for hours with Harry nowhere to be found. You decided that you would actually start your shower routine.
You were facing the water, rinsing off your face free of makeup and face wash when you felt Harry’s grip on the back of your neck. He pressed his body close to yours so that you could feel his erection on your bum and so that his mouth had access to your ear.
“What am I to do with you, filthy girl? Spent months thinking of you with your legs spread open, just for me and then you have to go and fuck yourself with not only your fingers, but mine as well.”
He used his left hand to guide yours to the wall for support while his right hand trailed down your body, immediately finding purchase between your legs. His middle finger was quick with making circles around your sensitive nub while he laced his fingers with yours against the wall.
“Dreamt about touching you,” his fingers dipped lower, grazing your glistening entrance. “Tasting you,” he began to pepper kisses along your shoulder. “Fucking you.” He thrusted his hips behind you, his hard on grazing perfectly between your cheeks.
“I’ve wanted to for so long my sweet girl, just know that it’s because I want this, not because of the job. Fuck the job honestly. I just want you, all of you.”
He gave a gentle push to your upper spine to have you lean over slightly as he grips his member, swiftly sliding himself into you and quickly gaining a rhythm with his thrusts. He was quick but not deep, causing you to press your cheek to the cold time for support. His thrusts became deeper and rougher, causing your gentle whimpers to become moans that bounced against the tiles.
Harry gripped your thigh, pulling it to spread you open further while he guided you to rest your foot on the bench of the shower. His moans were muffled by your shoulder that would have his mark by the end of this. Harry’s hand continued to rub circles on your clit, making your legs tremble and for your to lean back upright into Harry.
“Feel good baby? Fuck, you’re such a good girl taking me. Feel so fucking good.”
You could feel his hips stutter against you, causing him to roll his hips slowly into you. You let out a moan and grip the wrist of his hand that is making work on your mound.
“Mmm you like that? Going to cum for me, sweet girl? Let me feel you.” His fingers started to move in rapid figure eights, causing your leg that was propped up to quickly fall and close Harry’s hand between your thighs. The new tightness of your core with your legs closed caused Harry to moan out and still within you, feeling your orgasm throb around him.
He began to kiss down your spine so he could be on his knees. He gently gripped your hip to turn you around so you could finally face him. He looked beautiful.
As he was kissing your lower belly, you took in his wet hair slicked back, his cheeks and chest flush from orgasm, his lips red and swollen. He used both hands to spread your thighs open so that he could see his cum drip from your core. He looked up at you in awe before quickly running his finger through your folds, catching both his and your arousal. He extended his hand up to you, telling you to ‘open’ before he popped his slick finger between your lips. He let you suck his finger to your desire as he dipped his tongue between your folds, moaning at the taste of your mixture.
Harry had stood up and held your jaw before leaning in for your first kiss. He was gentle, holding both sides of your jaw as his tongue grazed your lip to allow him to taste all of you. He pressed you gently against the cool wall as he continued to kiss you breathless before pulling away and grabbing the shampoo to wash your hair for you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It had been a few weeks and you had finally received the call telling you that you could pick up a gift that you had purchased for Harry. You had bought it prior to him giving you the good news that he had accepted the internship with Jack, but he doesn’t need to know that.
You called him and told him that you were on your way to pick him up with the plan to go for a celebratory dinner. You texted him when you were out front, climbing out of Harry’s gift to lean on the passenger door to await his arrival.
When he walked out, you beamed at how handsome he looked with chartreuse wide legged trousers with a black stripe along the side and a black button up. When he turned to look at you, he was frozen.
The white 1966 Mercedes-Benz 230SL.
You lifted your hands with a ‘surprise’ and a beaming smile. You acted as if you were one of those girls on the Price is Right, explaining all the details, ending with “And she could be all yours Mr. Styles, for the price of a kiss.”
Harry climbed down the front stairs of his apartment building, still in awe of the car but quickly grabbed your face and placed multiple quick kisses to your lips before wrapping his arms around you.
“Sweet girl, you didn’t…”
“You stop. I did and I wanted to, you deserve it. You’ve been working so hard and you got the internship with Jack. We’ll be working together before you know it.”
He looked down at you and gave you a gentle smile before giving you another longer, sweeter kiss. “Shall we go for a ride?” You held the keys up for Harry, who promptly took them before opening the passenger door for you.
Harry drove around the city, following your directions to a more secluded area by a park. The sun was setting as you told Harry to park the car. You looked at him adoringly, your fingers rubbing through his growing locks.
Harry turned to look at you with that all knowing glare, “Did you bring me all the way out here just to screw me, dirty girl?”
You were already climbing across the seat to straddle his lap, unzipping the front of your dress, exposing you had nothing on underneath. You pulled Harry’s head back by tugging at his hair to look up at you. “We need to break her in, don't we?”
Harry groaned before sitting up to give you a searing kiss, his hands trailing over your exposed skin as you were kissing the skin of his jaw and neck. “We could get caught, you know?”
You pulled away, looking down upon him with a devious smirk, you began to undo his belt and zip of his trousers. “Good.”
Harry let out a moan as you dipped his hand in his trousers, pumping him lightly before pulling him out.
“Fucking filthy girl.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was being added to all the invitations to your work events as if he were a part of you. At this point, he was. Claudia being sure that everyone knew that Harry was an up and coming businessman who was in love with New York’s finest and most beautiful businesswoman.
And everyone adored Harry. How could they not? He was charming, handsome, smart, and an amazing lover. But people didn’t need to know the last part. Well, except maybe Claudia, she was your best friend.
Harry was just as adventurous as you when it came to your intimacy. Always suggesting new things to try, always feeding your hunger. Tonight was no different.
You both had played with the idea of fooling around at a public event but never made any formal agreement. Tonight, you were invited to a gala at the Guggenheim so Harry had used it as an opportunity to fulfill your fantasy.
Harry had stopped by Harris’ to pick up both of your garments and he also stopped at Eve’s Garden on his way to your home. Harry had walked into your penthouse with the garment bags and a little black plastic bag in hand.
You were in your en-suite finishing up your bath, putting lotion on while sitting on the edge of your tub, humming along to Etta James as Lady was curled up on your vanity, licking her paw. She chirped when she saw Harry in the doorway, slinking her way to him for some loving pets.
“Hello, my sweet girls.” You beam up at Harry, rubbing the last of your lotion into your hands before standing up to give Harry a saccharine kiss, also giving Lady a pet. She would never forgive you if you didn’t.
“Thank you for picking up my dress, handsome.”
“Of course, my love. I picked up a little something else.” Harry gave you a small smirk before turning to your room, you follow suit. Harry sat on your bed, patting his lap for you to sit on.
He pulled black bag out from behind him as you sat in his lap. He handed you the bag, undoing your robe to kiss the skin of your collar. You pulled out the vibrant cube box that was nondescript. You rotated it in your hands to try to figure out what it was.
“Open it.” Harry continued to kiss your skin, opening your robe more to expose your chest to him. You opened the box to see a vibrator, a We-Vibe specifically. The box began to vibrate without you touching anything, Harry pulling his lips off your skin to show you that he is controlling it with his phone.
You let out a laugh in disbelief, “Oh, baby.”
Harry smiled at you before getting a good grip of you to lay you on the bed. “I figured we could have a little fun tonight.”
You laid on your back and spread your legs for Harry, who settled on his knees between yours. Harry had pulled the vibrator out of the box, going to the bathroom to sanitize it like the gentleman he is. He made eye contact with you on his way back to you, sucking on the vibrator as he crawled back up the bed.
He shamelessly rolled it against his tongue as his free hand ran up your inner thigh. Harry pulled the vibrator out of his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to spit on the tip of the vibrator before running it through your folds. He gently pushed it into you, watching you as you take a quick inhale.
“You okay, sweet girl?” You gave him a small nod before grabbing his hand to help him adjust it to a more comfortable position within you. Harry rubbed the tops of your thighs before leaning forward to give you a gentle kiss. “Let's get ready, hm?”
You both got up to get ready, you waddling slightly as you walked to your closet, adjusting to exciting new object between your legs. You let out a squeal when you felt it begin to vibrate.
“Just testing it!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dinner was really rough on you, Harry having his phone permanently attached to his hand under the table. You were starting to get sweaty around your hairline and upper lip trying to keep your moans at bay.
You were reapplying your signature lipstick after finishing dinner and Harry took it as an opportune moment to give you a pulsing vibrate, causing you to give a light moan as your mouth was open and your hand holding your mirror fell to the table soundly. Claudia, Derek, Jack, and Sharon all look at you as Harry tries to hold back his smile, clearing his throat and rubbing his two fingers on the tip of his nose.
“Are you alright, chickee?”
You also cleared your throat and nodded as you felt the intensity between your legs increase and the pulsing become more frequent. You closed your eyes and let out a hum, gently rubbing your lips together before suggesting you go to the bathroom, giving Harry’s thigh a squeeze.
You made your way out of the dining area, Harry quick to follow, telling your friends that he was simply checking up on you. You heard the click of his boots on the marbled floor, the vibrations being between your legs making your knees buckle as you feel Harry’s grip on your bicep to pull you in his direction.
He pulled you into a more private area that was closest to where you were, which happened to be a coat closet. He smeared his lips against yours, smudging your scarlet lips. Harry’s hand was quick to run up your skirt to pull the toy from you, promptly placing it between his lips to suck off your juices before sticking it in his inner jacket pocket.
Harry fell to his knees before you, hiking up your skirt around your waist, gripping your hands to guide you to hold the skirt up for him.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight baby.” He was kissing along your thighs, “Stayed nice and quiet for me, though I hate it. Need to hear you scream for me now, darling.” Harry lifted your leg so it rested on his shoulder while his hands pinned you against the wall.
You felt his fingers tighten around your hips as his nose rubbed against your mound, pecking kisses, occasionally giving your skin a soft lick. You moan softly and look down to see Harry already peering up at you through his long lashes. “Going to need you to be louder than that, sweet girl.”
Harry sat up on his hunches to pull himself out of the restraints of his designer trousers. He lifted his palm up to you, “Spit.”
You gladly spit in his palm before he started to stroke himself, letting an unashamed moan out of the back of his throat. “Been so fucking hard for you all night. Was palming myself under the table all through dinner.”
You spread your legs further as Harry scooted closer, returning to giving you gentle kisses to your mound and lips. You could feel his moans against your skin as he was pumping himself and spreading you open with his tongue.
Your head tipped back as Harry began to dip his tongue into you, gently sucking your lips and clit individually into his mouth. You continue to let out tiny mewls, and Harry needed more.
“Louder, dirty girl. I want them to hear you in the dining room.”
“I need you to fuck me if you want me to do that, baby.”
Harry quickly removed your thigh from his shoulder and climbed to his feet. He still had a grip on your thigh, slinging it over his hip so he could simply slide into you, which was easy to do with how slick you had become from Harry’s incessant teasing all night.
You both moaned out at the feeling, finally having you full of him, just what you needed. What you both needed. You let out a loud moan when Harry started thrusting his hips into you, begging for him to go harder as you dug your nails into his suit jacket. You quickly pushed it off of him so that you could get your nails into him properly.
“Fucking hell, my dirty girl really needs me, huh?”
You nodded at him, letting out another moan that caused Harry’s hips to thrust erratically. His hand gripped your ass to pull you closer, his other hand went to your jaw, his thumb running over your ruby lips, smearing the color.
“You look so good when I fuck you baby girl.” You licked his thumb, tasting the remnants of your lipstick. You grind your hips against Harry, egging him on.
“I need you harder.” You begin to lift your other leg to wrap around Harry’s waist, him gripping your thigh and pinning your harder to the wall with his hips. He took your direction and began to thrust into you harder, hips snapping at a feverish pace. The sound of your skin slapping and your strangled moans sent Harry into overdrive, using his pubic mound to grind perfectly into your clit causing you to gush slightly around Harry’s member.
“Fuck, dirty girl. Got you squirting on me.” The look on Harry’s face was a look of awe as well as pained trying to hold back from his own orgasm. Your thighs clamped around his waist as your second wave came over you, constricting Harry causing him to come undone. Harry’s hand flew up to the wall to support the two of you as you slowly came down.
Harry kissed your cheek and jaw mumbling how perfect you are and that he loves you over and over. You grip his jaw as you unhook your ankles to plant yourself to the floor. Kissing him and praising how good he treats you, how much you love him.
“We should probably get back, hm?”
“I think that since we are both a proper mess,” he tried to remove some of your smeared lipstick with no luck, smiling down at you, “we should probably just head home.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So what happened with you and Harry last night?” Claudia had asked you as you were both eating your salads from Derek’s go-to local bistro.
“Hm? Oh, I wasn’t feeling well so he just took me home.”
“Not feeling well as in, ‘tummy not well’, or ‘he fucked you so good in the coat closet that you couldn’t walk’ not well?”
You choked on your salad, taking quick sips from your water to clear your throat.
“He said he wanted everyone to hear you and boy did we!” Claudia began to laugh, taking another bit of food and giving you a cheeky smile as you blushed.
“I wanted to check up on you, as girls do, and the next thing I know, I have my ear pressed up to the coat closet getting turned on by Harry’s dirty talk to you.” She shrugged it off as nothing as you covered your face in embarrassment.
“You told me you both are adventurous but lord have mercy. Getting everyone hot and bothered by it.”
You finally loosened up, giggling slightly as you asked her, “Did you notice how I was off throughout the night?” She nodded as she licked the piece of green hanging out of her mouth to guide it where it belonged.
“Harry got us one of those remote vibrators…”
“Oh my god! He was fucking with you all night?! I would take him in the coat closet too! Fucking hell! That’s so hot though. Was it nice? I mean clearly, but would you do it again?”
As you were about to respond, Jack walked in with Harry beside him. He looked so handsome when dressed in a more casual suit for work. His hair was growing longer and he was too lazy to shave that morning at your place before work, so he had a slight scruff to him.
“To what do we own the pleasure of you fine gentleman?” Harry winked at your cheeky remark.
“Well sweetheart, wanted you to be the first to know. Harry has accepted a position at my company and would like to discuss a business proposition with you.”
You couldn’t help but to jump up to your feet to run over and give him a hug and kiss, doing the same to Jack.
You clear your throat to appear to be more professional, which no one in the room took seriously. “So what is this business proposition that you have for me?”
Harry cleared his throat and you didn’t realize that Derek and Sharon had also made their way into your office. Harry tucked his hands in his pockets, getting a nod of approval from Jack.
“I know that our start was quite unorthodox in nature, being as you had hired me as a date to an event. That being said, I have come to learn a lot more about you than I had when I was just a simple fangirl of yours.”
You giggle at his natural joking nature but know that there is true sentiment to his words.
“I have been utterly in love with you before we even met but being with you and getting to truly know you has cemented my thoughts and feelings for you. I know that we have been official for less than a year but I don’t think I could handle another moment of my life where I can’t say that we will be each other's forever.”
You could hear Claudia and Sharon squeak and gasp as Harry pulls his hands out of his pockets, his left one holding a small velvet box.
“Y/N, my love, my sweet girl. I promise to love you and take care of you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
You were beaming with your eyes brimmed with tears, sniffling with a giggle. “There is only one problem.” Everyone froze in their movements, anticipating what you will say next. “I get to keep taking care of you.”
Harry let out the breath he was holding, “Fair enough.” He reached for your left hand to place the perfect engagement ring on your finger. Standing up to give you the most perfect kiss from the most perfect man. And to think that you had ordered him online.
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Class 1-A relationship headcanons
Part 1 -> https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a
Fluff
Mashirao Ojiro
Remember when you where a little kid and would collect flowers at recess and give them to your teacher? Yeah that’s him
Makes little flower crowns
Idk this boy just really likes flowers okay
Their a secret for a while and because he’s not friends with everyone no one really “finds out” and the just tell the class
Aizawa kinda knew they were together the whole time it was obvious it’s just no one paid attention
Y/n is willing to get in fight for people they care for and Ojiro will just pull them away with his tail from beating some kid who made fun of Deku
They call him “Lovely little Monkey” cause he’s only 5’4 or around there and they find it cute
When it gets more serious he makes a vow to them that he will never hit them or hurt them in anyway and it’s the sweetest thing ever
When y/n is having a bad day he’ll just come at them with a million bad puns and pick up lines to make them laugh
Y/n likes wearing his Martial Arts clothes and he’s like “would you actually wanna learn?” And after a second of thinking they nod their head at rapid speed
Denki and y/n are the only people who can touch his tail (him and Denki are great friends try to change my mind)
When he’s a pro hero y/n and him are partners and they don’t tell the public their together
Every fan ships them
So one day they think no one is watching them after a fight and they kiss and congratulate each other on how good they did
Turns out there were a ton of cameras around them and it was on the news
Y/n almost killed the network ngl
Denki Kaminari
He may seem like a perv but he’s only a perv at home don’t worry ❤️
Anyways (cause writing THAT made me uncomfortable)
Y/n makes him study and sometimes he doesn’t and they’ll check to see if he’s studying and at some point their just like
“I’m gonna study with you to make sure you study”
He did study when they were with him :)
Drop kicks Mineta when he hits on y/n even tho he knows y/n and him are dating
When y/n doesn’t know he’s there he’ll go up to them and give them a small zap and they’ll giggle
(Okay druggie Denki coming through) y/n helps him get out of addiction 😌
Puts him in rehab if it’s bad bad
Once Bakugo made fun of their relationship and behind Denki’s back y/n beat him to the ground and the next day he had a black eye and some bruises and Denki was like “bro what happened” “nothin”
They mess with Ojiro’s tail together
Y/n will rant and he just sits staring at them and nodding occasionally
👏watching 👏crappy 👏 tv shows / movies 👏 together 👏👏👏👏👏
When he’s in dumbass mode y/n will throw him over their shoulder and bring him to the dorms and the whole class finds it so funny
On Twitter and other social media they will post a pic of the other and the text is just a keyboard smash
Before they got together he would do that but in the Bakusquad group chat and Bakugo just left the chat at some point cause he was tired of random clearly not asked for pics of y/n and just “akaoqiwbbejwhbwoqj I thinking I’m simping”
Relationship is not a secret whatsoever
He just went up to them in the middle of lunch, got down on one knee, took one of their hands and asked them to go out with him and after bursting into laughter y/n said yes
The embodiment of “COUPLES ARE A COMPETETION AND I AM WINNING HAVE YOU SEEN MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER!?!??”
He’s protective but also if no ones eyeing y/n or hitting on them he’ll low key be offended for y/n like “how dare they not find you to be the hottest/ cutest/ most wonderful being in the universe?”
Kirishima
If y/n is tired after training then he’ll pick them up bridle style and the Bakusquad calls him a simp
It’s literally the most healthy relationship you could ever imagine
Neither will hesitate to call the other out if their being unfair/ not putting effort into the relationship or “unmanly” as Kirishima says
Makes sure each of them get a good amount of self care as well as taking care of the other
Rarely fight, get in arguments but settle it out peacefully and with respect for one another
He would break up with y/n if they make him feel less or like he has to “be good enough for them” because he heavily values self worth because of this insecurity’s in middle school
Y/n makes him feel like he can do anything tho so don’t worry
Sometimes y/n just sits down and stares at Kirishima whiles he’s ranting about something he’s passionate about and smiling
Then he’s like “why are you staring?”
Y/n: *absolutely star struck* “u pretty”
Has hot coco in the summer
Making pillow/ blanket forts and when their done using them jumping on top and destroying them
Y/n will run at him from behind and he hears their footsteps and then shifts to pick them up for a piggy back ride
Swinging their arms around when they hold hands 😫
Y/n snorts when they laugh and their insecure about it and then Kirishima is like “okay then I’ll not try to make them laugh to much so they don’t snort and feeling bad!” And then y/n thinks he’s less interested in them
And then he makes up for it in making them laugh a ton (like to where they start coughing) and cudddle up to them and tell them how he loves their snort
Get each other gifts and ONLY gives them in front of the rest of the class to flaught how much they adore each other
Fist bumps are a form of intimate affection and you can’t change his mind
So are high fives
Even if they break up they will still be really good friends
Kirishima metions how he really likes how Bakugo makes a random food and y/n will force him to teach them how to make it
Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kis-
Has a new pet name for each other every day
Fat gum has to approve (he does, he adores y/n)
Kirishima and y/n definitely call him dad
Tamaki meets them and after he tells Kirishima “their really nice you have good taste” and then feels bad because he made it sound like food
All four are just best friends and after the raid y/n totally takes them all out for boba or something like that because they are proud
Kouji Kouda (Koda)
Very, very slow relationship
It was like 6 months in before they kissed
Every time he leaves a room he’ll be like “bye I love you!”
Doesn’t get jealous at all
Like a guy could literally slap their butt and he’ll just sit their like “well that’s not very friendly” and then y/n tells him how it made them uncomfortable and he’s like “OH NO I SHOULD OF HELPED”
Dates at the park
Y/n will see like a squirrel or bird or something and be like “Koda Koda go say hi tell it hi for me please”
The type to look up how to be romantic and he just sits at his computer like “why would I kiss them in the rain????? We would be wet and uncomfortable?????”
First date is at a petting zoo
They (Koda would not propose) proposed at that same petting zoo but made arrangements to where no one else would be there so he wouldn’t be embarrassed
Legit learning Morse code or silent language so he doesn’t have to talk
Little notes left on their desk before their together and y/n’s friends are all like “you have a secret admirer~~~” and he glances over to blushing y/n and stiffens, blushing
Y/n always getting the spiders
At first wanted to do the “cover with a glass slip a piece of paper let it free” method but then he got paranoid they got back in the dorm
At the start of the relationship whenever y/n even breaths he’s staring at the ground blushing
Once they were cuddling and he had his head in their chest (uncomfortable for y/n but they deal) and they started singing and he melt on the spot
When they feel down in the morning and Koda can’t walk with them back to the dorms for whatever reason a trail of little rabbits and other cute animals will follow them trying to cheer them up
Rikidou Satou
Constantly baking for y/n, after something runs out he will have something even better ready to give to them
Teaches has them to bake
Self doubts when y/n is around good looking people and tries to show off his muscles to show that he’s worth them
Y/n knows he deserves them ❤️
Some times he’ll make something super sugary and shares with the class and their all like “????? This is so sugary I can’t eat this???????”
And y/n is munching on it and everyone knows that he makes them stuff like this all the time
“How in the world are you still fit?” “Lots and lots of working out and only eat healthy outside of it. No chips or anything , and it’s fine”
Randomly declares that he loves random thing about them
“I love how their hair smells after they shower!” “Okay Satou anyways when are we gonna-“
Y/n said he was a good kisser once and now every time he sees them walk in the room he makes a kissy face
Taking random walks around campus
And they talk to people they pass by
Like so many people around the school know about them and they become known as “that one really cute walking couple”
#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#ojiro x reader#denki kaminari#denki x reader#Kirishima#kirishima x reader#kouji kouda#Koda x reader
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Soda Cans
Summary: oh my god i wish i could put something here, but legit just read it please
Category: slight angst, kinda slow burn-ish
Fandom: JATP
Paring: Luke x non-binary!reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings/Includes: mentions of conversion camps, hospitalization
A/N: did i write this in two days? yes and i am very proud of it
this is for @dream-a-little-bigger-x's What 90's Dreams are made Of week! I've had so much fun playing around with the boys in the 90's, so thank you!
edit: @ijustreallylovethem sent me a really good ask about how to pronounce Mx., you can find the ask here
Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 under the same username. Thank you!
“Uggh, are you fucking kidding me!” Luke said, hitting the vending machine a few times to try and get his soda.
The hospital waiting room was pretty empty, except for the members of Sunset Curve, the receptionist, and a nurse that entered the room. The silence was deafening until someone hit the vending machine with their shoe.
The can came clattering down, and they reached down to grab it.
“Here you go,” Luke recognized this person as the receptionist. “You gotta hit it on the lower left side, or else it won’t come out.” Luke took the can from their hand.
“Actually,” They put some coins in and pressed some buttons. “Now that I think about it, the soda can are the only ones that have any issues coming down.” They grabbed a candy bar from the machine.
They sat back down behind the desk and Luke returned to his friends.
“Why didn’t you ask her? About Alex, I bet she can get us in!” Bobby said.
“Yeah,” Reggie agreed. “She obviously likes you.”
“Okay, okay.”
Luke got up and walked over to the desk. “Excuse me, Miss…”
They looked up, “It’s actually Mx., I’m non-binary.” They gave a soft smile. “I’m Y/N, how can I help you and your friends?”
Luke looked behind him and saw that the other boys had followed him up to the desk. “I’m Luke. Uh, we were wondering if you could get us in to see our friend? His name is Alexander Mercer.”
They typed away at their computer, and when they saw his file, their face dropped.
“What- what is it?” Reggie asked nervously.
“I can’t let you all up to see him, his parents have put him on an involuntary psych hold. No visitors.” They looked up at the boys. “I’m sorry.” Y/N looked around, to make sure no one was around as they spoke. “If you come back tomorrow at 2 pm, I can get a phone to him. That’s all I can do, I’m sorry.”
“Thank you,” Bobby said. “Let’s go get some sleep guys.”
~
Y/N knocked on the door in front of them. The pale halls of the psych ward were even bleaker than the rest of the hospital. They tried to avoid the floor when they could. But the look in those boys’ eyes had resonated inside them.
“Come in,” A boy’s voice said, and Y/N entered the room.
“Hi, are you Alexander?” They asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
The scrawny blonde boy in the bed sat up, his eyes full of fear. “Are you here to take me away?”
“No, no, no,” They assured, closing the door behind them after checking the hall to make sure no one was there. “Uh, your friends set me? One of them was named Luke, and there were two others?” They moved around the room, grabbing a phone out of a hidden cabinet.
“Yeah, Reggie and Bobby, they were here?” He sat up. “What’s with the phone?”
Y/N sighed and pulled a chair up. “Okay, Alexander-”
“Alex.”
“Alex, in about a half-hour, this phone is going to ring. If anyone comes in before then and sees it, you need to say that Ashley Jones left it out. Ashley’s a bitch idiot, so anyone will believe you on this floor. Don’t say anything unless you hear me on the end, okay? Does that all make sense Alex?” He nodded, and Y/N stood.
They remembered his file and turned around as they reached the door. “People don’t understand us, but I’m sure you know that. My psych hold lasted about a month, and then my parents abandoned me cause the camps cost too much, and no one likes a child that isn’t a girl or a boy. You’ll make it out.”
“Thank you.”
~
The room was full, and as the boys came into the waiting room, they didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, Y/N was sitting behind the desk, this time, with a line in front of them.
“Let’s get in line, and then Y/N can tell us what to do,” Bobby said, leading the group.
The line got shorter and shorter, people signing in and some being led out by nurses.
“Hi, please sign in and someone will come get you to see your loved one,” Y/N said, a rehearsed speech they had said many times.
“Yeah, do you know how to get a can out of the vending machine? It’s stuck.”Luke said. Panic flashed by in their eyes as they saw the boys.
“Yeah,” They wrote a note quickly. “I’ll come help in a sec.”
Luke read the note. Sign in. I’ll meet you by the vending machine with more instructions.
He nodded, and quickly signed in for all of the boys and they led them to the vending machine.
Y/N glanced over at their supervisor. “I’m just gonna go help them really quickly-”
“Y/L/N. That’s not why I’m here.” He said sternly. “The kid ‘fessed up. This is your last shift.” He left, and the door behind the desk shut.
Fuck.
~
“Here,” Y/N said softly, kicking the vending machine and freeing the can. They gave Bobby a note along with the soda. “Sorry guys.”
Bobby opened the note as they walked back to the desk. Luke saw them nervously fiddling with a pencil as people logged in and out of the visitor sign-in sheet.
“Luke,” Bobby said, passing him the note.
I wish I had done something that had worked. Someone told my supervisor and well- I got fired. Sorry guys, I wish I could have helped more. Also, Alex is getting moved tomorrow. I’m not sure where, that’s all that I know.
Y/N Y/L/N
XXX-XXX-XXXX
The paper was clearly stationary, and Luke looked over to them, eyes meeting for a moment.
I’m sorry, Y/N’s eyes said.
Me too, He said.
“Let’s go. If we can’t see him here, we can at least as his parents,” Reggie said, still hopeful.
~
“So that’s it? We can’t see him, and so we give up?” Luke asked, but even his seemingly hopeful question sounded sad.
After Alex’s parents had very rudely shut the door (literally and figuratively) in the boys’ faces when they asked to see him, they had ended up at the soda shop. The store sold any kind of sweet, candy, or ice cream that you could think of. But, in the back of the store, there was a huge fridge area.
In the summer, the boys would come and stick their faces in the fridge to cool down. In the wither, they would shiver as they got sodas with extra caffeine to help them power through and finish songs.
Bells ran throughout the city, ringing out 11 times, showing that it was 11 pm.
“I guess,” Reggie said, grabbing a pack of gummy bears off the shelf.
The boys silently moved to the front of the shop with their items, and as the cashier run them up, the bell in the front door and someone entered. The boys didn’t pay them much attention until they spoke.
“Hey, Uncle J, I got fired… Sorry, I didn’t see that you had customers, I’ll come back later,” Y/N tripped over their words as they turned to rush out of the shop.
“Y/N?” The boys all said, and Y/N paused, turning around and awkwardly shooting the tree some finger guns.
“Heyyy, guys.”
~
Months later, the boys had parted ways with Y/N. But every so often, the person behind the counter at the soda shop was them.
“Hey, Soda!” Luke hollered to them as he entered.
They lifted their head and smirked, “Rockstar, what can I get you?”
“Oh just,” He leaned on the counter. “A date?”
~
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Partners
Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance
Rating: T
Detective!au
Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.
But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.
Chapter 1.
“You two make a good team.” “Thank you. His last partner cast a long shadow.”
Daredevil, vol. 4
Petra had been a police technician for long five years. She didn’t hate her job per se, and helping other people was always one of the biggest passions in her life, but… She always strived for something better, something bigger.
However, she hadn’t been promoted for so long that she had lost all hope of rising up in ranks. So when, one day, Captain Erwin called her into his office, she'd feared that he decided to transfer her to another division, or, maybe, he noticed some kind of inconsistencies in one of her reports. Her legs were wobbly, while she was walking through the station’s corridors. And as she opened the door to the Captain's office, her hands were shaking and sweaty.
But as it turned out, there was nothing to be worried about. She wasn't transferred, there was no mistakes in her reports. No, instead, she was promoted. To a detective. And her new partner was none other than detective Levi Ackerman himself.
Even outside of their department, Detective Ackerman was a living legend. In the ten years he had served in the homicide department, he and his partner Hange Zoe solved every single case appointed to them. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, their unusual investigation tactics bewildered and sometimes shocked civilians, but nevertheless, they were a pride of their department. And there was no one, who was more proud of them than their superior officer, Captain Erwin. Those three trusted each other unconditionally, and were not only close colleagues, but dear friends as well.
Although, all of it had come to an abrupt end two years ago, when Hange Zoe mysteriously disappeared during one of the cases. It was quite unclear, if she had really died, her body was never recovered, and both Levi and Erwin refused to give a statement, regarding that accident. The only thing general public knew that detectives Zoe and Ackerman ventured on a mission to capture a dangerous criminal, Zeke Yeager, but only Levi walked out of that building alive.
And ever since that accident, detective Ackerman became secluded and aloof. His success rate dropped significantly and he refused to accept another partner.
Petra became a policeman, when detectives Zoe and Ackerman were in their prime and the talk of the whole city. Petra saw them a lot, as they hurried in and out of the station. They were a weird pair, and if she didn't know better, wasn't aware of just how successful their partnership was, she would never guess that those two genuinely liked each other. They were so different - Hange's lips were seemingly permanently curled into an excited smile, while Levi's face was always set in scowling expression. They constantly teased and made fun of each other, but there was always an undeniable affection in their words, no matter how biting they were, and in their eyes, as they gazed at each other. And the fact that Levi was taking her death so hard, only further proved that those two were extremely close comrades.
And, of course, from the first time she had laid her eyes on detective Ackerman, Petra couldn’t help, but admire him. He was sharp, collected, hard-working and righteous. He embodied everything a good policeman should be.
And now, she was going to be his partner. Petra couldn't wait to start their new case! As she walked away from Captain Erwin’s office, she kept imagining what her first day of working with legendary Levi Ackerman would be like.
"Good day, I'm detective Petra Ral and this is my partner Levi Ackerman."
Gosh! Just the thought of it made her feel dizzy.
She was so happy! She was ready to do everything to prove herself to Levi. To be an even better partner to him than his previous one.
***
The next day, as soon as Petra woke up, she could barely conceive her excitement. She came to work earlier than usual, and she couldn't keep a smile off her face, as she gathered all of her belongings into a box, so she could bring them to her new workplace. She would be sharing an office with detective Ackerman himself! She didn't dare to even dream about that, but now it was actually happening! Truly, she was the luckiest person in the world.
"What got you in such a good mood?" Oluo, her past co-worker asked. "Have they finally fired you?"
"I'm being promoted, dummy," she couldn't resist the smug grin that appeared on her face. "So show some respect. You're talking to a Detective Petra Ral."
"Detective?" Oluo whistled, sitting back in his chair. "And who is that miserable fool who will become your partner?"
"I don't think you've heard of him," Petra put hands on her hips, looking down at Oluo, a sense of pride nearly overwhelming her. "Does the name Levi Ackerman say something to you?"
"No way," Oluo's eyes widened almost comically. "You're fucking with me."
"I'm not."
"Holy shit, you're detective Ackerman's partner? He refused one for years!"
Petra shrugged, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Maybe, he saw something special in me."
"Or, maybe, Captain Erwin pressured him into this."
Petra huffed. "You're just jealous because you'll be stuck here, doing patrol work till your pension."
"Oh, shut up and leave already," Oluo turned to his computer. "I was getting sick of seeing your face anyway."
Petra's gaze lingered on Oluo's back for a moment. Maybe, she was too harsh with him? True, he was oftentimes lazy and enjoyed slacking off, dumping all of his work on Petra, but he was a good man. An honest one, Petra respected him. She liked him, too, even though sometimes that arrogant smirk of his drove her absolutely mad.
Well, she could always apologize to him later. Knowing Oluo, he probably didn't even care about her words. Certainly a cup of coffee would make him forget about any offence.
Besides, she had to forget about him for the time being. Today was important day. She couldn't let herself lose her focus.
***
When Petra came to her new office, Levi was already there.
"G-good morning!" she squealed. "I'm your new partner, Petra—"
"I know," Levi harshly cut her off. "I'm sure you know my name as well, so let's skip the pleasantries. Just put your shit somewhere and get to work."
"Oh... alright."
Trying to hide her disappointment, Petra looked around the office. There were four desks there. She decided to take the one that was across from Levi's.
"No!" instantly, Levi covered the desk with his hands. He looked up, glaring at Petra so fiercely, as though she had done some horrible dead. His voice was quiet and yet so cold, it made shivers run down Petra's spine. "That desk is already taken."
Petra gave it a second look. Now that she stood so close to it, she could see that the table was covered in stacks of papers and empty coffee cups. However, despite its messiness, the desk was pristinely clean.
Petra checked the date on the report that was lying on the top. The report was written almost two years ago. By detective Hange Zoe.
Oh.
So Levi didn't really move on, did he?
"Can I sit here?" Petra pointed to the desk near the window.
Levi looked at her for barely a second.
"That desk is empty," he said, returning to his work.
An uneasy silence fell over the room. At least, it was uneasy for Petra. Levi didn't seem to care in the slightest.
"So..." she tentatively began after a few of excruciatingly long minutes. “What is our first case?"
"Oh, yes," Levi threw a case file on her desk. "A middle-aged man was killed this morning. A rich snob, he was most definitely killed by his wife, because he refused to share his money. I've already run through the possible theory with forensics, all you need to do is to question his wife to see if my theory is legit or not. I'm sure it is, though."
"Ah... okay."
So there won't be any teamwork, huh? Maybe, it was for the best. Levi's attitude left much to be desired.
Still, Petra wasn't going to give up so easily.
So when she returned from detention center, where the wife of the deceased was held (she did kill her husband, Levi was right), Petra brought him a cup of tea.
"I didn't know how you take it," she said sheepishly, putting the cup in front of him. "Tell me what you think."
Levi looked up at her, regarding her carefully. His eyes were sharp, but that was about everything Petra could say about them. They were a beautiful shade of grey, but she could see nothing in them, but boredom and indifference.
Their eye contact didn't last for a second too long. Levi turned to the cup on his desk. He lifted it slowly, staring at the swirling liquid inside. Glancing back at Petra again, be put it to his lips and took a sip.
"It's very good," he said after a moment. "Exactly how I like it."
Petra's heart swelled. Her lips almost curled into a happy smile. But then Levi threw the contents of the cup into the trash can.
"Her tea always tasted like shit," he muttered under his nose, but loud enough for Petra to hear.
She could feel tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.
"I appreciate the effort," his voice didn't sound like he truly did. "But don't bring me tea, or some other kind of food, ever again. You shouldn't waste your time with such useless shit."
And then he turned back to his computer, not sparing another glance in her direction.
Petra felt like the biggest idiot, like a naive little girl, who was scolded by her teacher.
Why did she even bother?
***
"Petra, right?" Levi asked after a while.
"Yeah?"
"You can go home earlier, Petra."
"But I didn't finish my report—"
"I'll do it for you. Go and rest."
Petra narrowed her eyes. It sounded like Levi was trying to make her leave.
"Were you working on the case the whole day?"
Levi had been glued to his computer screen ever since Petra came. He didn't even go on a break.
"...Yes, of course. What else would I be working on?"
He hesitated, for less than a second, but he did. Why? What was he doing? What was so important to her new partner? Oh, how Petra wanted to know! But she knew she couldn't, there was no way that Levi would be willing to tell her about it.
However, she could always find out in some other way.
Not today, though.
"Alright, thank you," she smiled sweetly. That smile always made everyone smile back. However, it seemed to have no effect on Levi. "I'll be going then. Have a nice evening."
"Sure," Levi answered absentmindedly, his attention already back on his screen.
Before walking out of the office, Petra gave him another critical look.
She'd be damned, but she'll find out his secret. She'll prove to him just how good she was as a detective.
Not worse than his dead partner.
#so i finally did it!!!!!!#i've had this idea for a while#and believe it or not!!!! i've been thinking ab before ch 132 djkgslgkjslkgj#but yeah levi is going to be sad in this fic#but!!!!!!!! not for long i promise#someone will come back to cheer him up!!!!!#sooooo tell me what you think about it i guess????#i know that this thing is weird lmao#and yeah i've got this idea while reading daredevil#don't judge pls#levihan#levi ackerman#levi x hange#levihan fanfiction#petra ral#snk fanfiction#snk fic
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“If a person is destined to have a soulmate in this life, they will find that one of their eyes has changed colour, reflecting the colour of their anticipated soulmate.
For this to occur, the two must be in close proximity to one another (most studies say no less than several miles, but others claim that there have been some variations), and that, upon meeting, the eyes will revert to normal.
In some legendary, and notable cases, the eye colours will remain heterochromatic for the rest of their lives.
Of course, keep in mind that these stories are not always the same, and not every couple has a soulmate status. And that there is nothing less valid about non-soulmate couples.”
“Nicky?”
Nicky looked up, hastily closing the cover over his tablet, “Ah, sorry, can I help you?”
“The computers broken, again.” His co-worker sounds the most interesting combination of annoyed and sheepish, “Do we have to call tech support?”
“No, no, let me take a look, it’s alright.” Standing up from the desk, “The one we use for catalogue searching?”
“What else?”
He sighs, muttering curses under his breath, “Thing is about as good as a piece of scrap metal, at this point.” Resigning himself to an afternoon tinkering with the world’s most stubborn library resource computer. “It’s alright, go back to work, I’ll let you know if it decides to behave.”
“Thanks, Nicky, call me if you need help.”
“Yeah, yeah no problem” Facing the not-ancient but absolutely useless desktop, “You going to behave, or do we have to fight?”
Predictably, the computer blinks at him, Nicky sighs again and settles before it.
---
It isn’t that Nicky hates his life. Because he doesn’t, and despite what people might think, he’s fairly content. Working full-time as the head librarian might seem like an outdated job, but Nicky’s only 32, and he likes to argue that libraries are a vital part of society. Upgraded as they are, and some facets available entirely online. Besides, he had a degree in the stuff, and plenty of practice.
Andy might’ve had a series of interesting names for his life. His small apartment, three cats, more books and tech than is strictly necessary for a single man to have, and a car that is really a ridiculous thing, but it runs and he loves it and maybe the radio doesn’t work and it has no AC and the heater is also dying, but it’s a good car and he happens to find it charming.
He’s fine.
He’s dated, some one night stands, but nothing sticks.
“Are you reading that book again?” Andy asks, when she catches the soulmates book opened up on his tablet for what is definitely not the 10th, 12th, let’s not talk about it time.
“I think it’s comforting,” Nicky retorts, catching her look of disbelief.
“You know that in most cases, that shit’s a load of crap, yeah? Quynh and I have been married for eight years, no issue. She’s my soulmate, magical eyeballs aside.”
“I know I know..I just think it’s sweet.”
Nicky does not tell her that, for the last six or seven months he’s been glued to the damned thing. Everything feels antsy. He’s not an anxious man at all. His life has never felt empty, nor hollow. And yet, a few months back everything started feeling weird. Like he just couldn’t settle. Bee’s beneath his skin. Ghosting sensations across his scalp. Tingles.
He’d casually mentioned it during his yearly physical, but the doctor determined nothing out of sorts physically, and Nicky had been delaying calling a psychiatrist.
“Maybe you just need a change of scenery.” Andy suggested, stirring too much sugar into her coffee. ‘Maybe your library is finally getting to you.”
Nicky had declined to respond, but filed it away in the back of his mind regardless.
--
The morning that it happens, Nicky is running late, and doesn’t bother to look in a mirror much beyond ‘brushing teeth and running a comb over hair” before heading into work.
They’re finally upgrading the useless front computer, and he has to let the techs inside. Meaning he’s supposed to be at work an hour before he’d usually be, fiddling with his keys and muttering apologies as he opens the door fifteen minutes after he was supposed to let them in. Offering to buy them coffee for the troubles.
He’s that sort, after all.
He stands in the early morning crowd rush at the cafe yawning and buzzing, body thrumming with tension he can’t pinpoint, nor understand. It’s ridiculous and by the time he stumbles his way through the unfamiliar order, he feels much like he’s about to explode from it all.
The techs are thankful for their coffees, at least, Nicky tries to do some work in his office, and by the time he finally takes a break from his unsatisfactory work, it’s nearly noon.
There, in the libraries Men’s Room, is when he finally notices it.
His left eye isn’t grey, or green, or blue.
(Or whatever true colour his eyes seem to think they are)
It’s dark brown. So dark Nicky can barely see any other colour to it beyond pupil.
He blinks. Splashes water across his face, scrubs his cheeks.
It’s still there.
He takes a selfie with his camera, and stares.
Still there.
It’s still there after work, and the next day, and the Friday when he meets Andy for their usual after work time at the bar, Andy staring at him.
“So it’s not a contact?”
“No, I don’t wear contacts, or glasses! You know that.”
“You think your flowery soulmate shits legit then?”
“What else could it possibly be, Andy?”
Andy studies her beer, for once, she has no answer.
---
It is an extremely boring Wednesday morning when Nicky scrolls through his emails and finds something that bothers him for absolutely no reason at all.
It’s from one of the other departments, and it’s about the national art show being hosted at their oh so esteemed library. Nicky’s library is a popular venue because the building is historic and has a nice receiving room.
That’s not what bothers Nicky. He looks forward to this show. And it’s the first time he’d be in charge of much of it since becoming head librarian some eight months back, but no, it’s the shows headline artist that is prickling at him for yet again, reasons he can’t discern.
Nicky scrolls past the necessary details, but keeps going back to the beginning.
Headline Artist: Mixed Mediums. Classics with a Twist. Yusuf al-Kaysani
Nicky saves the email.
Again, no reason at all.
--
“Do you think it means anything?” He asks Andy and Quynh while four beers in and sitting on their couch.
“Some artist’s name you’ve never even met or heard of?” Quynh snorts, ‘Yep, definitely cracked some universal secret code there Nicky.”
He sighs, “Hand me another..”
Maybe they’re right.
Maybe he’s being ridiculous.
--
“Sorry, are you uh,,Nicky..Genova?”
Yes, okay, that does sound odd. But to his credit! He was named Nicolò thank you very much. His mother had made some comment about classics, traditions, blah blah.
“Yeah! Sorry just let me-”
He’s at the top of a ladder, fiddling with a birds nest, of all things. The outside of the library (again historic building) attracted plenty of them.
“Take your time, I don’t usually yell at people on ladders, on principle and all.”
The voice is nice.
It’s the dumbest thought Nicky has had in his head in months.
“Good practice, that.” Finally gasping the nest, starting to climb down the ladder, “Okay!” When he’s returned to solid ground.
“So, what can I do for-”
Nicky, quite elegantly, forgets how to think. Or breathe. Or do anything appropriately life sustaining like that.
The man before him, nice voice man, his brain helpfully supplies. is..gorgeous. And see, Nicky has SEEN gorgeous men and is nicely partial to them. But this man is gorgeous, attractive and, most distractingly, has one blue-grey-green who actually knows eye, and one dark brown one.
And! Nicky notices, has completely lost his own ability to speak. The two of them seem to amend this moments later by pointing at each other’s face mostly rudely, stunned and confused.
Nicky seems to find intelligent language first, but only manages to say, “..Are you Yusuf al-Kaysani?”
The equally stunned gorgeous man confirms this, and Nicky is quite sure he either faints, or dies.
(He does neither of these things, thank you very much)
“..It’s nice to meet you, Nicky.” Yusuf says, finding actual intelligence far before Nicky does. Nicky just swallows.
--
Their eyes never reverse to their birth states.
Not at the first date.
Not at the proposal.
Nor the engagement party.
Or the wedding.
--
10 years later, Andy remarks that ‘the most romantic bastard she knows’ would indeed, find an even MORE romantic sap, and that they’d have the perfect book romance.
--
Joe’s cleaning out the closet one evening when he finds a well-worn paper back version of the novel that Nicky had read endlessly on his tablet all those years ago.
“Hey babe, you never told me you had a paper copy of this.”
“Hmm?” Nicky pokes his head out of the bathroom, “I do? Oh, yeah, it’s a bit worn out.”
Joe flips open the cover of it, peering down into the slightly musty paper, reading aloud and finding his way to join Nicky at the vanity.
~~
“Before reading this book, we must advise and remind that soulmates in this manner are rare, and that there is little scientific study to show a truth. Please do not fret if you never fall into this concept.”
Nicky hums, accepting the arm to his waist, the familiar kiss to his cheek, ghosting along the side of his lips.
“Go on,” Nicky says, casually.
“You know this story, my heart.” Joe chuckles, but continues.
“This rare phenomenon has been observed throughout history..”
#the old guard#kaysanova#au#soulmates au#prompt fic#prompt fics#fanfic#fic#nate does writing#oops this got longer than i anticipated#old guard au#nilefreemans#bi-leigh-bi
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He Walks in Starlight
Tags: bong jaehyun x reader, vaguely Star Trek inspired, mostly just a sci-fi au
Length: 2.1k words
First time writing a scenario/imagine so excuse my amateur writing. I really just wrote this for fun lol
Your eyes felt blurry as they struggle to open while you hear the tone of your alarm go off. It felt cold and all you wanted to do was lay under your blanket where it was warm and cozy. You sighed as you turned off your alarm. You looked at the calendar displayed on a screen. Star date 21499.2. You flattened down your disheveled hair before getting up to get ready.
The Compass was business as usual. The ship's bustling crew members were all at work. You went down to the records department to start your day of organizing files and data logs when you saw a rather tense figure standing at the door. It was a young man your age. He stood rather agonizingly. Once he got a glimpse of you he looked like a deer in headlights. Confused, you walked over to unlock the records lab. “Excuse me,” he said with a surprisingly deep voice. “Are you in the department of records?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” you said after swiping your card. The door automatically slid open and both of you walked in. You sat and turned on the computer. He only stood in front of the desk where you were stationed.
“These are my files, I’m new.. just transferred from the Miracle.” he explained while handing over some rectangular discs. You took the discs from his slender hands and put them into your computer for analyzing.
[ Bong Jaehyun
Age: 22 Earth Years
Birth Place: Seoul, SK, Earth
Specialty: Geography and Cartography
*** ]
You looked at his photo and then looked up at him. Spitting image, no doubt he was legit. He’s quite handsome in your opinion. His eyes looked like shiny glass. They were pretty, almost like tiny galaxies were hidden in them. You looked away to finish the processing. You took his discs and filed it under Crew Members subsection ‘B’. “Alright, welcome to our ship, you’re officially part of the Compass now.” you gave him a slight smile. Jaehyun’s lips also curled into a smile.
“Thank you.” he said. He made his way to the door and promptly left.
***
Records were extremely flooded that particular day. Your fingers moved quickly as you processed files and organized discs. Dwarf Planet ZETA110 was being explored. Many records of the flora and fauna were piling in. Not only that but information the planet's makeup and natural climate came in as well. You felt exhausted as you moved back and forth between your computer and the filing wall. Thankfully, it was almost break time. You could almost taste that roasted chicken breast. The thought of food alone made you salivate. You stretched as you got up from your chair. Just then your shift relief came in and you grabbed your keycard and walked out. You tiredly rubbed the back of your neck as you made your way to the elevator.
The dining room was half full. You groaned and weaved through the amount of people sitting. You entered your card into the ordering machine and tapped your choice. It was only a moment's notice until the food came out. You looked around for an empty seat and saw Jaehyun again. He was sitting alone, still with that anxious body language from before. He looked like he was spacing out to a far off world. You hesitated, you weren’t really one to make acquaintances. Yet, you sympathized. Space was lonely and cold. It felt empty and void. When you didn’t have someone to really confide in, it felt even worse. Almost as if you’ve been exiled to a blackhole of self-pity and bitterness.
You walked over and sat across diagonally from him. You glanced at his plate to make conversation. “Spicy pork belly stew, nice choice,” you commented rather nervously. He looked over at you and perked up a bit.
“Hi.” he said, smiling a bit. His eyes glimmer and twinkle. You feel breathless for a moment.
“Hi,” you repeated back. “Are you settled in yet?” it had only been a few hours since you last saw him but you figured to ask anyway.
“No,” he sighed. You watched as he moved the handle of his spoon. “Had to beam down and take a look at the planet’s landscape.”
“How is it?” you asked out of sheer curiosity. You never really got the chance to go to other planets. Most of your companions were people who work on the ship and had no business being on the ground.
“Humid,” Jaehyun replies. “It’s so humid, like a jungle, but there’s not that many trees. Everything just feels heavy...”
You started to eat your food. After eating you got up to put back your tray and utensils. Jaehyun got up as well. You felt shy as you walked beside him. You wondered if it’s okay to open up more. “Hey, when will you be done for the day?” you asked.
“Not sure,” he replied. “Why?”
“Well, if you’re up for it, I’ll be in the break room. We can play a game of 3D chess if you’re interested. Or maybe a friendly 1-on-1 on the arcade machine if that’s more your style.” You suggested. Jaehyun blinked before smiling. He shyly looked away from you. You only took a moment to appreciate his side profile.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” He said.
“Well, duty calls, I’ll see you later.” You excused yourself from him.
***
Jaehyun’s presence was almost intoxicating. You wondered if it’s an effect due to the planet’s troposphere. Nonetheless, as the two of you stood together hovering the arcade machine, you felt warm. The both of you were focused on the game quietly. At one point you felt your hand accidentally brushed up against his.
Afterwards the two of you moved on to 3D chess. You tried to make conversation asking things about him. You found out that he’s a picky eater, he likes music, and fantasy movies. Much like yourself you enjoyed a good movie. The conversation then spiraled into the best movies made in the 21st century.
“Check,” you said while moving your piece to the second level.
“I’m not good at games, huh?” He joked.
“I mean, you’re not awful.” you assured him. Jaehyun held his chin thinking for a moment before making a move.
“Checkmate,” you laughed as you captured his king. He lets out a disappointed sigh before sitting back in his chair. You look over at the clock at the time you usually go to bed. “Well, it’s quite late isn’t it? I’m sure you’re tired.”
“I guess so...” he said before getting up from his chair. Almost immediately he loses his balance. You stood up quickly to hold him.
You put his arm around your neck. “Hey, Jaehyun, are you okay? Jaehyun?” You looked over to see his face had grown pale. His eyes looked dull, it no longer had that shine.
“Head...hurts… so bad…” he groaned.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you to the medical bay.” you comforted him.
In the medical bay Doctor Lee was busy taking care of two others. You were instructed to help Jaehyun onto one of the beds. You wondered if you should stay with Jaehyun. You obviously worried for him but maybe this was too much. You turned away from him but before you could move you felt a hand grab your wrist. Jaehyun’s fingers were wrapped around your wrist weakly. You looked at him softly. “Stay, please,” he croaked. His cheeks blushed red and he looked anxious. You only stood by him unsure of your ability to comfort him.
Thankfully it wasn’t dire. It turned out that several of the crewmen were affected by the planet’s air quality causing them to have hypertension. Jaehyun was fine. He’ll be back to normal by the next date. You let out a big sigh of relief as you lied in bed.
During your break you decided to visit him. When you entered the medical bay you saw Jaehyun sitting upright. His eyes were looking sparkly again. He almost resembled a puppy who was happy to see its owner. “Hi.” you greeted.
“Hi, good to see you again.” he smiled. He seemed to be in better condition.
“Status report?” you asked.
“All good, blood pressure back to normal, should be able to retreat to my quarters within the next hour or so,” Jaehyun reported. The two of you laughed as you looked into each other's eyes. “Once I’m out of here there’s something I’d like to show you,” he said. You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Meet me in the botanical lab when you’re free.”
The rest of your shift felt painfully slow. You were too curious about what was going to occur later. While your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t extremely close yet it often felt intimate at times. You sighed as you organized the incoming discs. Everything felt like walking on thin ice. You never knew what exactly to feel other than attraction.
You promptly met Jaehyun in the botanical lab. He was sitting among the countless native flora of different planets. “Hi, again.” you greeted. Jaehyun stood up and signaled with his hand. You walked over to where he stood. You looked in the same direction as him and saw the most stunningly vibrant red plant. It was crimson red and it’s leaves were olive green. You stared for a moment then looked at Jaehyun.
“They call it a Carmesí Florera,” Jaehyun plucked a petal and sniffed it. “It smells like fruit punch,” he held it to your nose and you took a whiff. It really did smell like a fruit punch. It made you feel a little nostalgic. “And they say,” Jaehyun grabbed your hand and put the petal in the palm of your hand. “If you give a petal to someone, they’ll be with you for a long time...” you looked up at him as he gently closed your fingers into a fist. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. His ears were as red as the flower petals.
“What are you trying to say?” You questioned.
Jaehyun only shrugged. “You’re a great companion,” he said. You frowned a little. Part of you wished this could be a fairytale where next he’ll sweep you off your feet. But this wasn’t a fairytale, this is a science fiction that somehow became reality. However, this gesture was too strange. It didn’t make sense. Jaehyun was staring softly. He worried that he might have said something wrong. You clutch your flower petal and sighed. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
You shook your head. “I don’t understand,” you said honestly. “What do you mean with this? We may be miles and miles away from Earth but this sentiment can be seen as a romantic gesture from any planet, I’m confused...”
Jaehyun looked scared for a moment. As if you said something awful to him. He seemed appalled but then something changed. He straightens out his back and looks you in the eyes. “Okay then, I’ll be honest, I like you, I have a fondness for you, I… want us to be closer, and maybe in the near future we can be more than that.” he admitted.
You blinked a few times. It was a romantic gesture. Jaehyun made a romantic declaration. Your relationship was, in part, intimate. Your face was red at that point and your heart was beating quickly. It happened too fast and you’ve never really felt like this before. You were smiling without noticing.
“I like you too.”
***
Bong Jaehyun walked in starlight. He was as bright as the sun but can feel cold as the moon. Behind his eyes was the universe’s tiniest galaxy. It twinkled and shined for the world to see yet it was tucked away for only the brave to explore. Just when he felt unreachable, he held out his hand just enough for you to reach. He was almost undetectable yet his gravitational pull left you no choice but to adore him. There may be thousands of galaxies out there to discover but you were glad to have discovered him.
Even though the two of you laid flat on the cold observatory room floor staring at the endless void that was space, he was still more breathtaking than the billions of stars littered around them. You stared at him wondering what he was thinking about as he looked up at the vast sky. Was he also comparing you to a star?
Slowly you inched your hand close to his. You wondered if it was okay. Your pinky finger shyly bumped into his. You felt his hand touch yours almost as if it were asking for an embrace. Your fingers interlocked with his and you couldn’t help but smile. Jaehyun turned to look at you. He looked with a certain tenderness that makes your stomach flip. In that moment, you concluded that out of all the stars in the universe he was the brightest.
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