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moon-rivr · 7 months

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forbidden pt 2

pairing: brother’s best friend miguel x fem reader

warnings: mentions of a piss kink(as a joke i’m sry 🧍🏻), exhibition, fingering, 69, missionary, overall smut 🫡

author’s note: not much to say, hope you enjoy :)

Before you got a chance to try to explain yourself, Miguel interrupted you, putting his hands on your shoulders as he looked directly at you. "Look, for your sake and for your brother's sake, I didn't hear anything. Nothing happened, right?" He asked, watching for any reaction from you. "Right," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed that you had completely misread the kiss in the closet at the party. You walked over to the living room with Miguel, grabbing two water bottles and handing one to him. "So you don't need anything?" He asked, glancing over at you as you sipped on your water. "Just a hole to swallow me up," you mumbled, more so to yourself than him. He pursed his lips, choosing to stay quiet as you turned on the tv in front of you.

Soon enough, you'd fallen asleep to the show playing on the tv and Miguel couldn't help but smile a bit as he looked over at you. Your lips were slightly parted as you snored, your hair disheveled from the moving on the couch, but most importantly, he saw how relaxed you were, a sharp comparison from the outspoken girl he got to meet. He picked you up in his arms, taking you to your room. He was about to leave the room when he felt your hands on his arm, preventing him from leaving. Miguel decided to stay the night, laying down on the bed next to you as he stroked your hair. As he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what Eve felt with the apple, having the temptation dangling right in front of you without being able to divulge in it.

Miguel started to shift on the bed, trying to get comfortable but felt something digging in his back every time he moved. His shifting had woken you up and you turned around to see him holding your pink sparkly dildo in his hands, an amused smirk pulling at his lips. "You could've asked me if you wanted a proper size reference, preciosa," he said, looking over at you. "Cállate. It was on sale at Spencer’s," you replied groggily, grabbing the dildo from his hands as he burst out laughing. "Do the sparkles make it feel better?" He asked in between laughs, letting out a small groan as you punched his arm. "You can sleep on the floor si sigues burlandote," you replied, turning to your side as you put the dildo in your nightstand. "But yes, the sparkles make it feel better." (if you keep making fun)

You woke up the next morning with a hand splayed across your stomach, your back plush against a hard chest. You shifted a little on the bed to see Miguel cuddling up next to you, his soft snores filling up the room. You couldn't help but smile a bit, seeing Miguel so vulnerable and so comfortable with you. You tried to get up from the bed but Miguel held on to you like a stuffed animal, clutching you close to his chest. "Miguel, I have to pee," you huffed out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Just pee in my mouth," he mumbled, his face buried in your neck. "Would've never taken you for a piss kink guy," you mumbled, giving up on your efforts. "So what you're saying is that it's completely fine to fuck yourself silly with a sparkly dildo to my beach Instagram pic but a piss kink is where you draw the line?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he let go.

"I don't see how those two correlate. And how'd you even know it was that pic?" You called out from the bathroom once you went inside, closing the door with your foot. "You liked it at 12. Wasn't that hard to figure out," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. You came out out of the restroom a couple minutes later, going back to the bed. "Even if I did do such a thing, someone said it never happened," you responded with a small shrug, glancing over at him. His hair was sticking out in all directions as he got up from the bed, his shirt riding up as he stretched. "Touché."

You and Miguel went to the kitchen a little while after, starting to bake some pancakes when your brother came in through the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible. His eyes grew wide as he heard you and Miguel’s teasing laughs, walking over to the two of you. "Are you sure you slept with Katie last night? You look like you got attacked by leeches, man," Miguel remarked, watching the reddening hickeys on your brother's neck. Your brother rolled his eyes, walking over to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. "What're you doing here so early, O’Hara?" Your brother asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you mix the pancake batter. "Your sister was asleep when I got here so I figured staying the night wouldn't hurt," Miguel responded, handing you an egg. He took notice of the way your fingertips grazed against his, but remained neutral as to not give your brother any motive for suspicion.

Your brother left the kitchen a little after, claiming that he was tired and needed some sleep. You and Miguel sat at the dining table, eating the pancakes in a comfortable silence. You stopped eating when you noticed Miguel was staring at you, your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he could be thinking about. "Mira, it's not that I don't want to sleep with you. God knows I’d love to but you saw the look on your brother's face when he saw me cooking pancakes in the kitchen," he spoke up, wiping some syrup away from his chin with a napkin. You thought about what he said, taking a bite of your pancakes as you looked down at the floor. "Look, what happened last night was just a stupid mistake, okay? I completely misread what happened with the kiss and I'm sorry if it made you feel weird," you replied, wiping some syrup away from your own mouth. He wanted to tell you that he didn't find it weird at all, that the only thoughts from now on when his hand wraps around his cock will be just how pretty you sounded, but he chose to stay quiet.

You had managed to avoid Miguel for the next couple of weeks, since you'd passed your physics class and he made a point of not coming to the apartment when he knew you were at home. However, one of the events that neither of you could miss was the annual Christmas dinner that your brother put together, since that would arise his suspicion that something was going on. He'd even asked you the other day if something was going on with Miguel, to which you denied way too quickly but your brother responded with a small shrug, still under the idea that you and Miguel hated each other.

You couldn't handle facing Miguel at the party with some backup so you decided to ask one of your best friends for a favor. You knew that he had just gotten out of a messy breakup so he would be the perfect candidate for this plan you conjured up while in the bathroom. You picked up some of his favorite snacks, hoping that the bribery would work. "Can you be my fake boyfriend please?" You asked once he took the snacks from you, fluttering your lashes innocently as you sat down on the edge of his bed. He rolled his eyes, taking a bite out of the snack as he looked over at you. "Fine, so long as this isn't like some Wattpad scheme to get me to fall in love with you," he remarked, a small smirk on his lips as he extended his hand out. You shook his hand, letting out a small laugh at his condition. "I solemnly swear I won't fall in love with you."

Before the party had started, Miguel approached your brother and decided to ask him the question that had been lingering in his mind. "What would you think if I wanted to start dating your sister?" Miguel asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge as he looked at your brother for any reaction. "Well, I wouldn't be happy with it given your dating history but I wouldn't tell her against it. Shes smart enough to know what's good for her, and besides, the more you tell someone not to something the more they want to do it," he replied, surprising Miguel with his answer.

"That's weirdly insightful coming from you."

"First of all, that's very rude. And second of all, I am a licensed psychologist after all."

"Taking AP Psychology in high school doesn't make you a licensed psychologist, dude."

Despite all the remarks with your brother, he felt a weight be relieved from his chest when he got the approval that everything would be okay with the two of them. He was now going to pursue his feelings towards you, start showing you just how much he liked you throughout the years. However, that idea quickly flew out the window when he saw you walk into the apartment hand in hand with someone else. He felt the blood roaring in his ears as you started to introduce him as your boyfriend, his grip almost crushing the guy's hand when it was his turn to shake hands. His knuckles turned ghostly white from how hard he was gripping his hand, only letting go when he saw the look of concern in your eyes.

The dinner went by smoothly, the conversation flowed with easy as you managed to ignore the stares that Miguel was giving you throughout the night. You saw your date gently rubbing his knuckles from how hard Miguel had shook his hand, giving him a sympathetic smile. When the dinner had ended, your brother stood at the edge of the table, clinking his fork against his champagne glass. "So as I'm sure you all know, me and Katie have been dating for the last couple months and they've been amazing. so with that, I'd like to announce our wedding!" Your brother spoke out, your eyes drifting over to Katie to see some tears forming on the brim of her eyes from how excited she seemed to be. Even if the concept of marrying young confused you, you were glad that your brother found someone that made him truly happy.

The dinner had died down soon after and everyone had moved to the living room to share a glass of aguardiente that Miguel had brought over, reminiscing over past christmas reunions. Your eves eventually landed on Miguel, finding that he was already staring at you with an expression of longing. Like he wanted to say something but he couldn't. You brushed off those thoughts, deciding to take the rejection with some dignity, and went back to looking at your brother as he acted out the time you broke your nose at the ski lodge.

You had been trying to learn how to ski since you spent most of the time at the resort watching your brother and Miguel do it from the window. You wanted to ask your brother how to do it, but you remembered the hushed whispers he shared with Miguel in his room, about how he asked him to feel bad that you didn't have anyone else to talk to, and decided against it. However, you had completely miscalculated just how steep the slope was and while you were on the skis, you completely lost control. A giant rock in the middle of the mountain was all you saw before you went unconscious, one of the ridges hitting your nose directly.

When you arrived back at consciousness, you saw Miguel looming over you with a worried expression on his face. "Oh thank god you're not dead," he sighed out in relief, helping you get up from the snow. "Why would I be dead?" You asked, looking over at him in confusion as you leaned against him for support. "Well you were unconscious in the middle of the snow," he muttered, taking you to the nurse's room in the resort room. "Don't do that again, next time you wanna learn something, ask me," he spoke up when the nurse left the room to check up on another patient. You weren't sure why, but seeing him so worried about you made something fluttery take hold on your stomach, feeling something apart from disdain for him.

The memories from what happened were bittersweet, the way Miguel looked at you when your brother was describing the events making that fluttery feeling take place once more. Eventually, your brother and Katie headed back to her dorm to spend Christmas Eve at her place leaving just Miguel and your fake boyfriend in the room. Your ‘boyfriend’ leaned over, pressing a small kiss on your cheek, just enough to still sell the relationship, before saying goodbye to Miguel and leaving. You felt Miguel’s eyes boring into you as he left, the feeling making you a bit unsettled. He started to speak but you decided to interrupt him, the need to explain yourself starting to grow overwhelming.

"He's my fake boyfriend, we're not dating," you spoke up, rubbing the back of your neck as your eyes darted from side to side. "I guessed, he just ended things with Eddie Brock," Miguel replied with a small shrug, keeping his gaze on you. You looked back at him, your eyes widening a bit as you brushed a piece of hair away. "Thanks for not saying anything," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush red at the fact that Miguel had caught your lie so early on. You watched miguel roll his eyes and get up from the couch, taking a small box out of his pocket. He handed the box to you and started to head out the door before he turned around to look at you. "Your brother said he wouldn't have a problem if we started something, but have fun with your fake relationship. I'm sure that's very fulfilling. Merry Christmas," he spoke up, clearing his throat before he left.

A couple of weeks later before the actual wedding, you and your ‘boyfriend’ decided to end things before it got too serious. You knew that he deserved a chance to get out there and start dating once more, so you didn't want to hold him back. You walked into your brother's room with tears in your eyes and your mascara dripping down your cheek as you threw yourself on his bed. "What happened?" He asked you in a soft tone, rubbing your back. A part of you felt bad at how comforting he was being, but you knew that you had to sell the part. "My boyfriend and I ended things. He said he wanted to prioritize other things in his life," you spoke up after a couple minutes, completing it with a choked sob as you wiped away at your eyes. Your brother started to try to cheer you up, giving you free access to the remote and even buying some of your favorite ice cream.

Soon enough though, the wedding arrived and you found yourself sitting at the reception, simply watching other people talk and dance while you sipped on your champagne. Your eyes widened a bit as Miguel sat down next to you when the waiters started to take the food out and your brother started with his speech. You tried to focus on what your brother was saying but you felt Miguel’s gaze burning into you, your eyes flickering to see him. You instantly regretted it since you realized that Miguel was dressed in a black tux, the same as all the other groomsmen, but he filled it out so well. The suit looked like it was tailored just to fit his body and his normally disheveled hair was slicked back and away from his face. You turned away quickly, hoping he didn't catch you ogling over him and returned your attention back to your brother.

You felt Miguel’s fingers gently squeezing on your thigh, rubbing small circles as he started getting closer to your clothed pussy. His touch felt like it was waking a fire deep inside of you, the feeling of having him so close starting to mess with your brain chemistry. You looked up to see if he was as affected by this, but he remained focused with the conversation he was having with your brother. You spread your legs instinctively when you felt his fingers brush against your clothed pussy, his fingers rubbing small circles through the fabric. "Already so wet and I didn't even do anything, hm?" He whispered in your ear when your brother started to speak to another one of the guests, your pussy clamping around nothing.

Miguel continued with his teasing for a bit, prodding and rubbing through the fabric but not quite touching you just yet. You felt yourself growing needier with every single of one of his caresses, the pressure he was giving you wasn't enough to satiate the need you felt. "Please, just do something," you begged, the tone in your voice surprising you from how needy it sounded. "Calladita," he whispered, moving your panties off to the side as he plunged one finger deep inside of you. You nodded, biting down on your lip to suppress any noises as he slowly started pumping it in and out of you. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing small circles that matched with the rhythm he was going at. You clenched around his fingers, watching the way his brows furrowed at the tightness. He plunged another finger inside, the thickness of the two already filling you up. He curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, your hips grinding to match his rhythm. You pressed your hand against your mouth, your releases coating his fingers completely.

Miguel pulled his hand down from the table, licking his fingers as he looked over at your brother with a cocky smile on his face. "Dinner was amazing, thank you," he told your brother before standing up to go mingle with some of the other guests. You and Miguel didn't talk much after that, sometimes you caught yourself staring at him for too long and sometimes he would stare at you but that's where it ended. You kept wishing that he'd come over to talk to you , but he never did, choosing instead to maintain his distance. You got tired from the party about an hour later, excusing yourself from your brother and the guests before heading to the hotel room your brother had rented out.

You were in the middle of scrolling through tv channels and sipping on the wine room service had brought when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes widen a bit as you saw Miguel standing in front of you, his suit jacket gone along with his tie. He stepped closer and grabbed your chin, kissing you like he'd been meaning to do that all night. You let out a soft whimper as your hands wrap in his hair, pulling him closer to you. He pulled on your lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue and took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you with so much passion, so much need and desire, and you felt your knees weakening at the intensity.

Miguel grabbed a 'do not disturb' sign and put it on the door knob before shutting it. Your clothes were discarded along with his on the floor, your bodies colliding as you made your way to the bed. You ended on top of him with your pussy in his face and your face against his cock, the tip reddening and leaking out precum. You let out a soft moan when you felt Miguel plunge a finger deep inside of you, curling as he moved it in and out of you. Your lips wrap around his cock, wanting to give him an ounce of the pleasure he was providing you. Miguel let out soft groans as you sucked on his cock, the vibrations adding on to the sensations you were feeling. His mouth wrapped around your clit, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and making figure eights. Your cheeks hollowed as you took Miguel deeper in your mouth, his cock practically down your throat as you bobbed your head.

You took his balls in your hands, massaging them and tugging them to add to the pleasure he was already feeling. You felt the familiar coil building up inside of you, your juices practically soaking Miguel’s chin and nose as he buried his face into your clit. Miguel curled his fingers as he plunged one last time, your walls tightening around him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Miguel felt his balls growing heavier as your tongue wrapped around the tip of his cock, the sensation shooting straight through him. The way your mouth just engulfed his cock felt like pure heaven, and he wanted as much as you would give him. "I’m gonna cum, princesa," he moaned out, alerting you to pull away. You were unrelenting and felt his cum shoot straight in your mouth, swallowing it as you licked at the corner of your mouth.

"Such a shame we don't have the pink sparkly dildo here," he remarked, an amused smirk pulling at his lips as he looked over you. His cock was already starting to get hard again, prepared for the next round. "We'll save that for next time, hm?" You replied, letting out a small laugh at the way he was still thinking about that. Miguel got on his knees in the bed, slowly running his cock against your folds to pick up the slick you were releasing. He slowly pushed his cock inside, filling you up already with just the first couple inches. You felt some tears prickling at your eyes at just the sheer size of him and he wiped them away, looking down at you with a tender expression. "Shh, you're doing so well for me."

He bottomed out after you got adjusted to his cock, slowly removing it before plunging it inside of you once more. You felt the air leave your lungs as he started off slow, yet deep, feeling his cock all the way to your cervix. He wanted to be a gentleman, take this slow and let you enjoy this as much as possible, but when you gripped his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist, he lost all semblance of self control. His hips rutted against yours, his pace quick and unrelenting as your moans filled the room. Your nails were digging into his shoulders but he enjoyed the feeling, encouraged it even, as his hips moved faster against yours. The sound of his balls slapping against your thighs and the moans escaping from your lips filled up the room, and you were certain you would receive a noise complaint tomorrow.

Miguel started to rub on your clit, giving you gentle but firm pressure, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to make you cum. Your toes curled as you felt his cock hit your g-spot, the grip on his shoulders tightening as you moaned. "I'm gonna cum," You babbled as miguel continued to thrust inside of you, his thrusts almost punishing. You clamped tightly around him as you came, your releases coating his cock completely. Miguel picked you up, pinning you against the wall as he slowly pushed inside of you once more. "I'm gonna fuck you on every surface of this hotel room, okay?"

You simply nodded, too dumbfounded to say anything, as his hips slowly snapped against yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly and your hands around his neck as he started to speed up, his mouth attached to one of your breasts. "Tell me, did the dildo feel as good as this?" He asked, his lips now on your earlobe as he tugged slightly. "N-No! Only you make me feel like this!" You moaned out and Miguel felt his ego inflate at how dumb he had you on his cock. Your walls clamped around him tightly as his thrusts got deeper and faster, your nails raking down his back. He let out a moan as he started to feel his orgasm creeping up, but he didn't want to cum without you. His hand slowly snaked down to your clit, rubbing small precise circles on it as you babbled. You clenched around him tightly as you released, your juices hitting his abdomen and coating his cock completely. He saw the look on your face, one of complete bliss, and that pushed him over the edge, cumming deep inside of you.

"La fruta prohibida siempre es mas buena," he murmured to himself as he dragged a warm washcloth against your pussy, gently so as to not overstimulate you. (the forbidden fruit is always the best one)

@plumplumpurin @thel0velykey190

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killxio · 1 year

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ceo baby daddy eren.

word count: 1,635 [ 6 min read] | ✪ content warnings: pregnancy, slightly detailed mention of nsfw, writer who still thinks they’re funny, accidental pregnancy, breastfeeding

babydaddy!eren x pregnant!reader / babydaddy!eren x mom!reader / husband!eren x pregnant!reader / husband!eren x mom!reader

✭ you and eren’s journey after an accidental pregnancy.

babydaddy!eren , who is the ceo at the company of a job you just started working.

babydaddy!eren , who you just so happened to have a two (and a half?) night stand with a week before you started your position and realized who he was.

babydaddy!eren , who’s apartment you nervously stand outside of with a positive pregnancy test and a plan to negotiate and vanish.

“look, im sure you’re going to suggest i abort or adopt. i’m sorry but i’m not willing to do either, i’m fine working to support the baby myself and i’ll move to the other side of the country and be out of your hair.” you babble, really only telling him because your friends say he had the right to know. you had no expectations for a successful ceo to put his life on hold to have a baby with a stranger.

babydaddy!eren who scares you with the way he is staring directly at you, leaning against a wall opposite of you, not saying a thing for awhile.

“no. i wouldn’t ask that of you if that’s not what you’d like. i will never abandon a child of mines. im changing your title in my company to a personal assistant. moving your office closer to mines, i want to be around if you need anything.”

babydaddy!eren who always seems to be hovering around your office and demanding you get lunch with him, a way of personally ensuring your fed.

babydaddy!eren who secretly enjoys watching the swell of your stomach as time goes by. unnoticeable to anyone else at work at first. then poking out at him as he watches from your couch as you get ready to introduce him to your family unit over dinner. then having to curl around it to give you a kiss after your first official date night. then soothing it late at night after you’re stirring because baby yaeger is treating your insides like a jungle gym.

babydaddy!eren who moves you into his penthouse because he “is uncomfortable with the thought of you and his child living separately after birth“

“you’re in pain postpartum, alone with a baby and you expect me to only stop by? how do i protect my family if i’m treating them like a 9-5? you already practically live here, y/n.” you finally agree. after making him agree to a dog sometime in the future.

babydaddy!eren who buys the three of you a house, insisting it’s time to mature and the best environment for the most important woman in his life and his son.

babydaddy!eren who digs out holes in the sand so you can rest on your stomach comfortably at the beach.

babydaddy!eren who keeps tiny copies of the photos from that day in his wallet and his desk at work. not just of the bump, but of you. your smile. your beauty.

babydaddy!eren who is there to relieve any ache and pain as best he can, no matter the hour. he lifts your bump or massages you at an instant. (and give the best late night head but that’s neither here nor there)

babydaddy!eren who’s calm after you go into labor late one night, the house dimly lit by candle and moonlight.

“rennie?” he’s up after few light shakes, becoming a light sleeper after you started sleeping over consistently.

his tired eyes peak at you through unruly strands of bed head, shifting into concern after seeing the way you double over and groan out in pain.

“sweetheart? is it your water?”

you can only nod in response, clasping onto his forearm as he sits up in bed. he leans you into his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks and quietly going over the game plan with you while instructing you to breathe.

babydaddy!eren who was absolutely amazing at directing the nurses rushing around you and maintaining the calm energy in the hospital room.

babydaddy!eren who you catch early in the morning, standing over your sons hospital cradle and just balling in awe.

“elias yeager..” he mumbles to himself, repeatedly, etching this image into his brain.

babydaddy!eren who does the same thing at home, spending hours staring at you knocked out and the tiny curly haired baby laying between the two of you in the in-bed-bassinet.

babydaddy!eren who learned how to make padsicles for you and makes sure you’re always stocked postpartum.

babydaddy!eren who sucks at swaddling but is s-tier at a quick change after a spit up.

babydaddy!eren who has to have your son within five feet at all times. babywearing, skin to skin, working with him in his lap, at his desk, in his home office. he is a sucker for physical intimacy and hated being away from his people.

you’re in the tub of your grand master bathroom, jet feature on low with your son on your chest and a speaker playing your favorite RnB playlist. this is more of a leisure bath rather than a cleaning bath, no bubbles as you don’t want any harsh chemicals on babies skin. your son starts to fuss and you offer him your breast, nursing him back into silence.

“where’s my invite?” yaeger asks from the doorframe, smiling at the two of you. you beam back at him.

“look who’s back from his meeting? hi daddy.” you say to both your son and him.

“hi mommy. hi eli bee-li.” he says, now kneeling at the side of the tub, kissing you, your son and then up to your collarbone. he stands up and begins stripping. his tie.. then his work shirt, and his pants. his boxers go with.

“hey, my eyes are up here.” you raise your gaze and find him staring directly at you already.

“oh shut it.” you say through a smirk, scooting forward to allow him space to climb in behind the two of you.

you lean your head into the space between his neck and collar bone.

he soaks this up, these are the moments he lives for: his girlfriends hair running down his chest, he can feel both her and his son’s breathing, and the warmth of the water enveloping them.

babydaddy!eren who gives a speech thanking you for all you given him at your sons small, intimate first birthday.

babydaddy!eren who lives in bliss everyday for two years, excited to come home to his girl and baby boy.

babydaddy!eren who realizes one day how unfair to you it is that you chase after his little hyperactive son, cook for him, kiss him all over, and upkeep the house all without giving you a ring.

fiancée!eren who proposed intimately on a beach, with the help of your two nearly-three-year-old.

“so, you know what we’re here to do?”

your sons head of medium brown curls only nod at his father, smiling behind his pacifier.

“atta boy. now go hide behind the rock, mommy is coming.”

you join eren for what is supposed to be a normal, romantic beach-side dinner. a few minutes in..

“mama?” your son muffles behind a pacifier, having appeared beside you.

“elias, what are you doing here baby boy?” you softly take out his pacifier.

“dada hav a ques’on.”

as you pick him up and place him on your lap, you shoot eren a confused look.

things are starting to click as eren walks over to your side of the table, kneeling infront of the two of you as your son hands him a black box. (that you somehow didn’t notice despite elias forgetting to hold the box behind him instead of infront of him like eren instructed)

you smile the brightest you ever have, watching as eren reveals an absolutely gorgeous ring and asks,

“y/n, will you bless me with the honor of calling you my wife and marry me?”

“oh. my god. eren. yes. yes!!!”

husband!eren who probably put another little curly haired baby in you on your wedding night.

despite you being bone-tired, eren gives you the most life shattering dick he ever has. your wedding nails leave swollen, and at points bleeding, cuts down his back. he has taken you on every surface in the path from the door to your bedroom, switching from tender to ragdolling you like a fucking madman.

you limped half of the day until you walked it out the next day.

husband!eren who picks you up and twirls you in delight when you get home from your honeymoon and show him a positive pregnancy test two weeks later.

husband!eren who is happy to say “my wife and i are here for our __ week checkup.”

husband!eren who, if you thought was calm the first time, is absolutely serene. you had absolutely no worries besides where the hell the anesthesiologist was with your epidural. everything was taken care of. eren has always been like this, between his upbringing and life, eren did not feel equipped to handle a family but molded himself due to his work ethic. he worked so hard to give his family, most importantly his children a calm and stable upbringing so you’re actually the one more likely to freak out in emergency situations.

husband!eren who sits at your bedside with your son in his lap, answering all his questions about his new little sister, admiring his family and it’s new addition.

husband!eren who tells his 4 year old son and 2 month old daughter milestones of you twos relationship as bedtime stories.

husband!eren who took over the small start up you started before working for him for more income, keeping it in your name but managing it and growing it into a massive success. you carried and care for his children, making you a millionaire is the least he can do.

husband!eren who reminds you everyday how thankful he is for the family and love you’ve given him.

#aot au #aot eren #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x black reader #eren x you #eren #eren fluff #eren yeager #dad eren #eren aot #i won’t him #modern au

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nahoney22 · 4 months

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My Honeyyy, it's me again🥰

I have another request if that's okay. I was wondering if you could write something with Tech x female reader? The bad batch go out to like a casino or the beach or something to have fun and at first Tech feels out of place, but then reader helps him come out of his shell and have fun and enjoy the day? Pre-TBB era and including the other three boys as well if that's okay.❤️

Love you so much❤️🫶🏻

At the Seashore

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 1.9k

A trip to the beach was well needed amount the Batch but thrown out of his comfort, Tech is not best pleased. So what can you do to help and will some feelings be shared?

warnings: safe for work, female reader, friends to lovers, interrupting and brotherly bickerings but mostly fluff 😊

authors note: thank you for another request darling! Sorry for the wait and enjoy 🤍

Under the scorching sun and with the soft white sand beneath your toes, you recline on the sunbed, savoring the serene sound of tropical waves caressing the shore. But amidst this idyllic scene, the unmistakable sounds of Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker engaged in bickering pierces the tranquility. And your brief moment of peace.

Scarcely two minutes into your well-deserved relaxation, your name resonates through the air. Despite your initial attempt to feign ignorance as if you didn’t hear them, you can't escape the shadow cast over you. With a deep sigh, you lift your shades to rest on your forehead, and your gaze meets Tech's. You tilt your head up. "Is there a problem?"

"Wrecker insists on digging a hole," Tech replies matter-of-factly.

You blink in response. "And?"

"I fail to discern the merit of excavating sand," Tech states plainly. It's obvious that Tech, out of his element at the beach, struggles to grasp the essence of relaxation and enjoyment. He's far removed from his usual domain of gadgets and intricate machinery, unaccustomed to the simple pleasures of leisure.

You offer a reassuring smile. "It's just a bit of fun, Tech." You slip your shades back over your eyes, reclining once more with your arms outstretched beneath your head. "Why don't you try building a sandcastle or something?" You gesture dismissively, but Tech responds with a disdainful scoff.

"That would be a squandering of my skills and time," he retorts, folding his arms across his chest and surveying the beach for something, anything that might pique his interest. Yet, it appears that nothing does.

With Tech's persistent presence and the likelihood of having little time for relaxation, you decide to make the best of the situation by involving him. Sitting up, you ponder for a moment and then propose, "How about a swim?"

As you look Tech over, you notice he's wearing swimming trunks and has begrudgingly left his usual attire behind. It's a rare sight to see him out of his usual Tech gear, and you appreciate the change, even if his expression lacks enthusiasm. "Perhaps," he replies, "although swimming does not particularly interest me either."

Determined to find an activity that suits both of you, you stand up, slip on your sandals, and throw on a beach shirt over your swimsuit. You beckon for Tech to follow.

“Where are we going?”

"You'll see. If swimming, digging holes, or building sandcastles don't appeal to you, maybe this will be more to your liking."

Tech watches you with intrigue as you walk off, stepping over Wreckers hole that he was starting to dig with Hunter all the while Crosshair lazed on the sand with not a care in the world. But, Tech follows.

On the way, you both made small talk. You and Tech got on well but not to the point where conversations naturally flowed. Usually your chats are to do with battle plans and what he needed you to get when you offered to do supply runs. So, it surprised you a little when he seemed genuinely interested in how you were and finding things lately.

The lively chatter however dwindles as your destination comes into view.

Before you, a rocky beach stretches out, and as you stand, hands on hips, your initial excitement wanes upon witnessing Tech's thoroughly unimpressed expression. "What's wrong?"

"You've brought us to yet another beach," Tech observes flatly.

"Yeah, but this one's different. It's got rocks," you point out, hoping to pique his interest.

Tech adjusts his goggles and gives you a skeptical look. "And you believe this would be more beneficial for me?"

Exasperated, you seize Tech's hand before he can protest and pull him forward. Your footsteps crunch against the scattered stones, shells, and pebbles littering the beach's southern side.

"There's a lot you can discover among these rocks," you explain, stooping to pick up a rock and handing it to him.

Tech remains unconvinced. "I'm acquainted with the properties of most rocks and stones, but I fail to see the amusement or fascination in this," he remarks. However, noticing your hand still held by his own, he swiftly apologises after you ask for your hand back and releases it, displaying a faintly bashful expression that you decide to overlook as you move forward. Just for now.

Undeterred, you pick up another, slightly larger rock, and with a gesture, ask for the rock again.

After he promptly releases it, you manage to crack the rock open against another, revealing its inner properties. "See?" you say, hoping to spark his curiosity. "Can you identify what this is?" You point to the intricate details within.

Tech examines it closely, his interest visibly piqued. "I'm not entirely certain… I've never encountered anything like this before."

Encouraged by his intrigue, you gesture toward the expanse of rocks around you. "Well, there are many more to explore and learn about. I assume you brought your datapad with you?"

He responds with a subtle scoff, reaching into his trunk shorts' pocket and producing the datapad with a casual wave. "I never go anywhere without it."

As hours pass, a part of you yearns to return to the sandy shores and witness the inevitable impressive hole Wrecker has surely dug by now. However, another part relishes the quiet moments spent alone with Tech.

After each exploration of a rock or stone, Tech approaches you, offering detailed insights gleaned from thorough scans. It proves to be surprisingly informative and captivating.

While you are examining some shells, a glistening object catches your eye. Crouching down, you sift through coarse sand, shells and pebbles until you uncover a beautiful jewel.

"Looks like you have found a pearl," Tech comments from behind you, momentarily startling you. He crouches beside you and scans the pearl with his device. "A valuable one, indeed."

"Really?" you ask, surprised, twirling the pearl in your palm. "It's so pretty."

"And so are you."

"What?" you inquire, caught off guard.

"Hm?" Tech turns to you, wide-eyed, realising the compliment slipped effortlessly from his mouth.

You gaze at him, equally surprised, but a grin lights up your eyes as you know Tech often spoke aloud regardless of anything and was not one to tell fibs. "You just said I'm pretty."

Tech inhales deeply, his gaze momentarily averted as he navigates through his whirlwind of thoughts, considering whether to retract his words. Yet, he questions why he should. "I suppose I did," he admits, clearing his throat and glancing between you, the pearl, and his device. "Because it is true."

Your heart flutters, genuinely touched by his sincerity. It's been a while since anyone has offered such a compliment, and today, you find yourself leaning a bit more emotionally towards Tech. "Thank you," you reply softly, maintaining eye contact, "I think you're pretty handsome too."

Behind his yellow-tinted goggles, Tech's eyes widen, a shallow breath escaping his lips. "You don't need to say that just because I did."

"But I genuinely mean it," you affirm, and as Tech meets your gaze again, an almost imperceptible force draws you both closer.

Suddenly, the crashing waves become distant as your focus narrows to him, noticing the subtle way his eyes trace the contours of your lips.

In that sudden and somewhat surreal moment, as both of you lean in closer, the warmth of Tech's breath brushes against your face until��

"What are you two doing?"

Startled, you both quickly pull away, straightening up as Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair approach across the pebbled shore. Your hands tremble slightly, and Tech appears a bit perturbed by the sudden interruption, finding it challenging to meet your gaze.

"We found a pearl. Or rather, she found a pearl," Tech states nonchalantly, gesturing towards you while burying himself in his datapad once more. You're grateful for his understated response. You didn’t want the others to catch on to what just transpired—or what could have transpired, for that matter.

As Wrecker enthusiastically invites everyone to check out his hole, he slings his arm around your shoulder, drawing you into a side hug to inspect the treasure in your hand. "Is that it?" he asks, pointing at the small bead, earning a playful eye roll from you.

"The hole isn't that impressive, Wrecker," Crosshair comments with folded arms, provoking a snide response from Hunter.

"Bet if you made that hole, you wouldn't be saying that," Hunter retorts with a smirk before turning his attention to the pearl in your hand. "Huh, is it valuable, Tech? We could sell it."

Your heart sinks at Hunter's words but you’re not naive enough to understand why he would be interested in getting it sold. The GAR isn’t paying all too well recently so some extra credits would go a long way.

Tech, understanding the potential financial strain on the group, acknowledges the pearl's value. "Yes, it is rather valuable," he confirms, tucking away his datapad as he joins you and Hunter. However, as he looks at you, he can't ignore the silent plea in your eyes. "But only to very rare sellers. It's best to put it back where it came from."

Hunter scrutinises Tech for a moment, glancing between you two. You make a conscious effort to avoid eye contact, attempting to keep your heartbeat steady so he didn’t sense it.

"Very well," Hunter concedes, though a hint of skepticism lingers. "Are you two done here? We should start heading back to the ship."

"Yeah, we've had a good day. Even Crosshair," you tease, earning a rare chuckle from the usually stoic sniper. "And I want to check out the hole Wrecker dug anyway."

As the others begin to walk back, Tech nods to Hunter, signaling their imminent departure. The weighty unspoken tension between you and Tech lingers in the air, a thick reminder of the almost-kiss and Tech's choice to lie for your sake.

Silent, the two of you walk side by side, both seemingly on the verge of saying something. "Do you still have the pearl?" Tech breaks the silence, prompting you to halt and examine the pearl resting in your palm.

"Yeah. Do you want it?" You offer it to him, extending your hand. With the gentlest touch, he closes his hand over yours, folding your fingers to conceal the pearl within your grasp.

"You should keep it. You gave me something to focus on today," Tech remarks, a small, sweet smile gracing his lips. "I appreciate the effort you put in."

"And I have to thank you for not letting Hunter sell it… it’ll be a good reminder of today.”

Tech releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding, stealing a glance at the rhythmic crash of the soft waves. A surge of sudden courage propels him to voice what he had been contemplating. "Though I do believe the day would have ended better if…"

You observe him closely, your heart racing, sensing his unspoken desire. "If what?" you gently urge him on.

"If we did kiss," he blurts out, taken aback by his own admission. But the emotions he's been harboring are too potent to ignore.

You chew on your lip, feeling the shy but undeniable urge to heed Tech's request.

Slowly, you lift a hand to his cheek, leaning in as your lips meet his. He responds, arms wrapping instinctively around you, pulling you close. He’s timid but eases into the kiss like an expert.

You didn’t even care if the others turned around and saw, it was just the perfect end to a good day.

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apollosfavkiddo · 26 days

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Hi, I just read your two Jason fics and I love them. Could you write a daughter of Poseidon x Jason and maybe Percy being a overprotective brother. Thanks. Love you

⛧° jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs °⛧

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader, platonic!percy jackson x reader

warnings:

a/n: guys, i reached 100 likes with just two posts omg you're amazing!!! so, i kinda got a few other requests waiting, but they’re TOO good to make just headcannons or to be poorly written, so they’ll take a little while longer to be posted. nothing much, tho (i hope). enjoy!

Protective is an understatement.

Percy is literally the most protective brother ever, even if you're just one year younger than him.

He feels as if he's job to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly think about hurting you.

So when you started hanging out more with him and his friends, he couldn't have made it more clear to all of them that you were completely and totally off limits.

But did this silly little rule stop Jason to date you?

Of course it did!

My baby is just too obedient and such a rule follower... poor boy

Anyways, you had to make the first move.

Even with that, he was pretty hesitant to do anything such as holding hands in public.

In reality, he wasn't afraid of Percy, he just didn't want the other boy to get mad with him.

So, one day, you called both Percy and Jason to have a very serious conversation in the Poseidon cabin.

Percy was, as usual, completely clueless about anything, so he just babbled with Jason.

Who, by the way, was a complete mess of blushing and stuttering.

You obviously thought it as endearing, cause it really was.

"You're probably wondering why i called you here today." you said, a wicked smile on your face.

Percy was hugged with his plushie (you had matching shark plushies, Dory and Nemo) while Jason wanted to dig a hole in the floor and never come back from it.

"What's up, sis? If it's something to do with missing chocolate, i have nothing to do with it." The dark haired boy said, smiling.

Little did he knew that smile was gonna fade in three seconds.

"Me and Jason, we're dating." You said, quickly.

Percy's face fell.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"We're dating. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend."

"So... you're dating Jason. Not Leo?" Percy asked.

"No, why would i date Leo-" You were cut off by a grateful sigh coming from your brother's mouth.

"Thanks the gods. As long as it's not Leo, i can handle it."

Jason turned to him for the first time, as if he wasn't even believing the words he just heard.

"Just... break her heart and i'll break your neck." Percy said with a threatening smile and patted Jason's back, leaving the cabin.

Alright, enough of the Jackson drama, back to Blond Superman.

He's the literal sweetest person alive.

He👏🏼learnt👏🏼 how 👏🏼to 👏🏼swim👏🏼 for👏🏼 ya

Bro's whipped

And he took Percy's words as his life rules

He made his best to make you happy whenever you're with him

Like, literally anytime

Once you cried next to him cause a fish didn't talk to you (it was a plastic fish, but you were on ur period, okay?)

He literally took you to the beach so you could chat and gossip with the real fishes

And you were so happy he nearly melt at that sight

That's when he knew he had fell in love with you

Romantic dates EVERY WEEK

He bribes the Demeter kids to give him your favorite flowers every once in a while

He always keeps some sort of physical touch, doesn't matter if he's holding your waist, your hands, touching pinkies

You got the point

He's just too madly in love

For him, you're the most beatiful, unique, hot, perfect, powerful, hot, smart, hot, strong, HAVE I MENTIONED HOT, person in the whole world

Literally, he would kiss your feet if you asked him to

He's glad you don't, actually

He stopped eating anything that comes from the marine animals after you got together.

Like, absolutely anything

Oh, and i've mentioned this on a previous hc, but he literally pays for absolutely ✨everything✨

Like, honey, don't even come near your wallet

Oh, and he buys you lots of gifts constantly

From plushies to books to makeup to sketch books in case you like drawing

And he's totally a languages guy

And with your ADHD and dyslexia, he helps you a lot

And you help him with maths.

Of course, he always has a nickname for you.

"Hey, mermaid?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

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hyunlix-lover4 · 4 months

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Seungmin: Hey guys, what do you think about making that beach trip an annual thing? Minho, Changbin, and Chan: No! Jisung: Alright, that’s it, you guys. What happened out there? Minho: What? We took a walk. Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me. Jisung: What does that mean? Seungmin: Come on, what happened? Changbin? Changbin: Alright. Minho: No. Changbin, we swore we’d never tell! Chan: They’ll never understand. Changbin: But we have to say something. We have to get it out. It’s eating me alive. Changbin: Minho got stung by a jellyfish! Minho: Alright! I got stung. Stung bad. I couldn’t stand. I- I couldn’t walk. Chan: We were two miles from the house. We were scared and alone. We didn’t think we could make it. Minho: I was in too much pain. Changbin: And I was tired from digging a huge hole. Chan: And then Changbin remembered something. Changbin: I’d seen this thing in the Discovery Channel. Seungmin: Wait a minute, I saw that. On the Discovery Channel. Yeah, about jellyfish and how if you— EW! You peed on yourself? Jisung and Felix: EW!! Minho: You can’t say that! You don’t know! I thought I was gonna pass out from the pain. Anyway, I tried, but I couldn’t… bend that way. So… looks at Changbin Seungmin, Jisung, and Felix: Ew! Changbin: That’s right. I stepped up. They’re my friend and they needed help. If I had to, I’d pee on any one of you. Changbin: Only, uh, I couldn’t. I got stage fright. I wanted to help but there was too much pressure. So, I, um, I turned to Chan. Chan: Changbin kept screaming at me, “Do it now. Do it. Do it now.” Sometimes, late at night I can still hear the screaming. Changbin: That’s because sometimes I just do it through my wall to freak you out.

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On The Same Page pt4 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

Taking the day to go to the beach you meet someone new...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Masterlist!

Warning! James is a dick, use of language

“Oh, Flo, where did you go?

Where did you go? Where did you go?”

The song was expected at this point as you ran along the beach. You huffed begrudging, humming along. The song reminded you of America.

The fights kept coming in the few months before you left.

It happened one day, after a day of talking with Sam about trying to start your next book. You had returned home to an upset James. He had met you at the door with a dark look, something storming in his mind that immediately had you asking. Despite your questioning, he remained silent, pacing back and forth before heading to the bedroom and slamming the door shut.

“You're falling about

You took a left off Last Laugh Lane

Just sounding it out

But you're not coming back again

You're falling about

You took a left off Last Laugh Lane

You were just sounding it out

But you're not coming back again”

You just stood stunned in the hallway before turning with a frown to make dinner.

A few minutes later James sauntered out, a mean smirk on his face,

“You’re fucking him aren't you?”

The question came out of nowhere and you dropped the spoon,

At first, you thought he was joking and you cracked a smile.

“Yea, me and an aroace man!”

His eyes sharpened,

“I am not joking you little bitch,”

At the term you froze, anger tightening your muscles as you turned off the stove.

“You will not speak to me that way.”

James huffed and then chuckled, he approached you, running a hand down your hair and the back of your head, then resting on your neck. The next gleam in his eyes frightened you and you pushed at his chest but against his height, you had no power. He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his mouth brushing close to your ear.

“I will say anything I want.”

And with a final warning, he stepped back fingers slightly digging into your hair before he released.

“You’ll do well to remember that.”

“You used to get it in your fishnets

Now you only get it in your nightdress

Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness

Landed in a very common crisis

Everything's in order in a black hole

Everything was pretty as the past though

That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco

Remember when you used to be a rascal?”

The song finally finished out and you slowed then paused in your running. A sudden weight on your shoulders and in your chest you sank into the sand, not caring about the mess. How could years go to waste? You put your head on your knees. What had you lost?

A love, yes but a vibrant career in one of the best publishing firms in the US. But what of your family, your friends? You disappeared within a week, leaving the only world you knew behind. Despite the state of America, you missed it. You had grown up in your childhood home, worn walls and height lines scribbled into the door frames. You made your first stories in those rooms.

You close your eyes. After a messy relationship in your late teens and early 20s, you left your hometown. Leaving to a liberal arts college on the East Coast you pursued your masters in creative writing. One faithful day in your first year of your masters you met Sam. He was in an engineering program online but was taking a few classes in the college. You had heard his distress over an essay in the campus cafe. And, as a new 23-year-old master's student eager to make friends on campus. You had approached him, explained your position and he nearly grabbed you and threw his essay at you. What followed was the closest friend you had ever found and 6 years of friendship followed. At 25 you graduated with Sam following and entered the publishing business. A few months in you met James and the rest,

Well, the rest is history.

You stare out into the clear skyed ocean. Sighing, you turn your music back on and just stretch out your legs. Turning the music down you zone out. It was a couple of days after getting Simon’s number, Thursday to be exact, and you had driven out to the coast hoping to get some inspiration. But nothing came up.

You watch the ocean. Now that was something you missed, the sealife along the East Coast. You remember always loving the sea, during the evening taking the boats out to spot blue whales and others.

You soon became lost in thought and as time passed, the sun grew high towards noon. As your thoughts traced the bottom of the sea a shadow overtook your form and you blinked. A body, you notice, a man standing over you, he was speaking. You pull an earbud out to be met with waves and a deep voice pulls your eyes to a handsome face, and a fishing hat?

“You alright down there?”

You look at him unsure, the combination of casual clothes and a camo fishing hat humors you, and you work to pull yourself up. He offers a hand, and with a good spirit, you take it. He pulls you up effortlessly, muscle flexing in the bright sunlight.

“I’m sorry I was lost in thought.”

He gives you an honest smile that doesn't fully reach his eyes making you wonder.

“Quite alright I understand the feeling. Seems to be a lot.”

It’s a strong statement that takes you aback for a moment as the man stares out into the endless blue. You take a moment to observe, something in your writer's mind buzzing. The man is a bit older than you, he carried himself well, shoulders back in proper form but there was a weight there. He wasn’t as tall as Simon but nearly there. His blue eyes meet yours again and there is a depth you try to understand. You brush some sand off your legs to break the weight of his gaze.

You return to his face with a small, shared smile, wondering what he had been through. Holding out a hand you introduce yourself standing a little straighter. Seeing this he nods and grabs your hand.

“Johnathan Price”

His hands are rough, worn after years of work as the name sparks a flame of recognition. Price sees it in your eyes.

“Captain John Price?”

He chuckles and releases your hand but you see the change in his form, subtle but tense.

“Was, retired now. Now how did a lady like you know that?”

You expect the question, and you grin pointing to the hat.

“Johnny goes on and on about you.”

Price relaxes instantly, his smile now reaching his eyes and he chuckles again.

“Soap, a good man. I haven't checked in on the lad in a while. How do you know him?”

You continue to explain your bookstore and meeting Johnny. As you speak Price relaxes and he mentions to a bench a little across the way, towards the end of the beach. Taking a seat you finish up.

“Sounds like John alright. He not giving you any trouble is he?”

You grin,

“Not at all, I've gotten quite used to him dropping by. He and Simon stop in a lot.”

That catches Price’s ear,

“Simon? Now that is interesting. How is he?”

You find his interest understandable, and you answer the best you can.

“He pulled quite a stunt to help me, but I've enjoyed him so far.”

“He certainly has a presence, no worries though at heart he is a good man. He left an impact I assume?”

He says it with a familiar grin, one that tells a history, there is also curiosity there. He raises a brow in expectation which makes you giggle. He looked like a dad, the image of Soap and Simon running around coming to mind for a moment before Price catches the look and raises another brow.

There is respect for the man in Price's tone and you question how long he’d know the quiet man.

“A while, a long while. He served as my lieutenant for years. He and Johnny are close. Been through a lot.”

“I like that about Johnny, he has a lot of stories.” You lean back on the bench to stare up at the sky. Gathering clouds hint at a coming rain blowing in from the sea. You deal in stories but you can’t seem to catch a break, your eyes return to Price to see him observing you with keen eyes.

“Something troubling you?” he asks it honestly and you sigh, feeling the light shine upon you to share.

“Yea. I am an author without ideas currently.”

Price hums,

“I see, that's quite the predicament indeed. What’s causing it?”

You sigh again and the weight of the past few months falls upon your shoulders.

Price sees the change in you instantly and you just crack and break down the situation for him. It starts with your masters, to meeting Sam and James, the company, and your first books. You had started with children’s books following your interest in childhood literacy. As you explain the premise of the books, a fond smile lights up your face.

Of three books, your second was your favorite: It followed the story of a fox kit lost amongst wolves. He was smaller than the rest of the other cubs but soon grew to love his own identity. The Fox’s Den pulled its name from this book. You had based the story on the forest around your childhood home and roaming through the woods while your parents were always too busy to keep you entertained.

With the success of your first books, your manager had insisted on middle-grade fiction and you wholeheartedly agreed. But your old boss at the publisher had dropped the expectation of a young adult or new adult book and you had started brainstorming, but that was when your world came crashing, well, tearing down. You explain this to him.

“Everything was torn out from underneath you, there was nothing you could do. Your heart was, and I believe, still is in your writing, but everything that has happened has tainted your worldview,”

He pauses to regard the ocean for a moment, the winds blowing in cause choppy waves.

“Often when things turn against us, or we have our backs against the wall is when we find it from within ourselves to overcome. Be it from within, or I believe in your case, around you. Perhaps you are just looking in the wrong place. Your past consuming you and tarnishing how you are experiencing the present.”

Price seems to be talking from within himself and it makes you wonder. You look out into the gathering storm. The waves cut like sapphire and the distant rumble of thunder. The close wildness of the ocean engulfs you in the moment. You take in the smell of the sea and exhale. Price was right, you had come here for a new life anyway, and you meant to make the best of it.

Price watches you for a moment,

“I just feel like I am missing something in all of this. Why did it happen?”

Price sets a friendly hand on your shoulder,

“You may never know, but don’t let it consume you, instead revisit your old passions. Take what you remember of home and try to find something here to spark your interest. Besides James sounds like a right nasty bloke.”

Hearing someone older say it makes you feel a lot better. While your friends of course had been on your side it seemed like the entire company had turned against you. All except your manager who had followed you to Sam’s family company. While the boss held no power over you anymore your manager agreed with the sentiment of increasing your output to an older audience. She felt it would be good to expand into that market.

“You're right.”

Price’s advice comes at a good time, and he was right. Maybe you were looking too often into the past. Your phone buzzes, and you look and find a message from Simon. You smile, he was asking to take you up on the offer of tea. Price notices and smiles himself.

“Well, you better get in before the rain hits, dear.”

You put your phone away and nod to the man.

“Thanks, John.”

He stands up and nods.

“Until next time then.” This is all he offers before returning to his original route. Despite there not being an exchange of numbers you couldn't help but feel you would meet the man again.

You sit for a moment longer, lingering on the feeling of being understood and the wildness of the sea. But as the wind picks up you receive a text from Sam. He calls a moment later.

“Where are you?”

“At the beach Mom, what's wrong?”

“I’ve got some interesting news. Besides the news says there's a storm brewing and I think you should head home. Your boyfriend is looking for you, he’s been in twice already.”

At that you are at a loss for words, a slight blush coming over your face,

“Come home buttercup before he haunts the place-” there's a pause on the other line, “and Soap says hi.”

You laugh at that, getting up and starting the run back to the car.

“Alright, I’m on my way, see you in a bit Sam, I'll be in a little late.”

“Drive safe. Bye”

With that you hang up and run, feelings of excitement building.

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End chapter 4

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antxlss · 1 year

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just imagine 6 with rafe but ✨️angst✨️ thank you🥰😍

high infidelity

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: you go to surprise you boyfriend and find something that you never imagined.

warnings: angst, cheating, arguing, mental health issues, guilt tripping, manipulation

words: 1k

a/n: idk how i feel about this one, and yes i named it after a t swift song! ;) as always, thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, enjoy! <3

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i’m currently on my way back home to the outer banks. i had been out of town for a month visiting my dad in tennessee. i had a lot of fun with my dad, but i missed my mom and the beach. but most of all, i missed my boyfriend.

rafe cameron and i have been dating for 10 months now. i love him. he’s so sweet, he has done nothing but shower me with love. he’s arguably the best boyfriend any one could ever dream of.

that’s why i’ve decided to surprise him. i’m coming home a day early and i’m going to go to his house as soon as i unpack. i’m so excited to see him again. as i thought about him my foot put a little more pressure on the pedal in hopes it would get me home, and in his arms sooner.

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i pulled into my driveway to see my mom standing on our porch, anxiously waiting for me. i parked my car and before i could even put my first foot out of the door my mom had already engulfed me in a hug.

“i missed you so much honey, how was your trip?” she asked

“it was great, mom.” i smiled as i hugged her back.

“why are you home early?” she pulled away from the hug to look me in my eyes. “did your father say something to you?”

“no mom, i just came home early to surprise rafe.”

her face relaxed. “oh, well, that’s so sweet of you.”

mom made her way to the trunk and helped me carry my bags in. i went straight to my room ms began unpacking. i wanted to see rafe so bad, and i know he wanted to see me just as badly. we facetimed almost every night i was away.

once i had everything unpacked, i threw a load of my dirty clothes into the washer. i straightened up my appearance, they i went to the kitchen to let my mom know i was headed to the cameron’s house. i got in my car and eagerly made by way to tannyhill.

***

on my way, i stopped by a donut shop rafe and i loved and got him his favorite, a dozen donuts holes. i just pulled into the driveway and noticed a car that i wasn’t familiar with. it wasn’t ward or rose. i knew that they were out of town in business. wheezie and sarah were out for a girls day, so whose car is that?

rafe probably just has a friend over, i’m not going to worry myself. i pulled down my mirror and fixed my hair and reapplied my lipgloss. i wanted to look perfect. i close my mirror and get out of the car. i make my way to the door, opening my bag and digging around to find the key to the front door that rafe had gifted me earlier in the summer. i inserted the key and unlocked the handle. i knocked before opening the door, just wanting to be courteous, but to my surprise, when i opened the door, rafe wasn’t there. i’m sure he was in his room. so i headed up the stairs. by the time i made it to the third step, i tripped over something. as i regained my balance i looked down to see a hot, fiery, red pump. the second i saw those shoes, i knew they weren’t mine. i tried to be optimistic, coming up with any excuse for that heel being there other than what i was thinking. i continued up the stairs and down the hallway leading to rafe’s room. clothes were scattered everywhere. as i neared his room i was still in complete denial. i reached the door taking a deep breath, then slowly turned the knob, pushing the door open.

my mouth went dry, my eyes burnt, my chest ached. there was the man i love, lying, naked, in bed with i woman i’ve never even seen before. rafe quickly sat up, his mouth moved, but no sound came out. the girl quickly hopped out of the bed taking the sheets with her, covering herself up.

“babe, i can explain.” he breathlessly muttered.

the tears started gushing down. i turned around walking down the hall, unable to look at him. rafe ran after me, catching my forearm.

“don’t touch me.” i sneered as i jerked my arm away.

“look, i’m so sorry, you weren’t supposed to be home till tomorrow.” he tried to reason.

“i came home early to surprise you! okay! but you obviously don’t deserve this!” i threw the bag of donut holes i got him.

“but i love you.” he cried.

“no you don’t.” i laughed humorlessly. “i’m leaving.”

“please don’t leave. i don’t have anyone. please.” he yelled with a sudden outburst of rage.

“rafe you’re scaring me!” i cried.

he continued screaming and crying, trying ti guilt me into staying with him. tried to act like he was the victim. i couldn’t do it. i just broke down crying. i slid down the wall and sat in the ground. sobs racked my body as i struggled to breathe. i felt rafe sit down beside me. i didn’t even care at this point. until i felt him grab my face, and he forced pushed our lips together. i immediately pushed him off of me.

“you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked cockily.

“i did not.” i replied looking down at my feet, genuinely wondering if he needed some kind of mental help. his mood changed in an instant.

“hm, then why can’t you look me in the eyes?” he smirked.

“you need help.” i stood up off of the ground running to down the stairs.

“but i need you! you’re all i have!” he started crying again.

i stopped and turned around, looking him dead in the eyes. “you should’ve thought about that before you went and fucked another girl while i was out of town.”

i went out the door. i drove away. i did my best to forget about the boy who gave me the best days of my life. but obviously something else was going on. something i didn’t want or need to be apart of. not after he hurt me like that. now i’m just going to heal.

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ineffablelunatic · 10 months

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Ghosts go to the beach!

Kitty: builds a sandcastle, makes sand angels, swims in the sea and looks for little fish to make friends with.

Captain: helps Kitty with her sandcastle - nay, her sand citadel. What's he making now - oh my god, it's a scale sand replica of a WWII submarine, how is he doing that, oh my god no don't put a limpet mine on it what are you doing -

Pat: self-appointed life guard, buys everyone fish and chips, chases away seagulls. Organises a volleyball tournament like in Top Gun.

Robin: digs holes. Lots of holes. I don't know why.

Julian: plays volleyball VERY AGGRESSIVELY and gets a bad sunburn. He heads straight for the nude beach once he's done. Throws sand at Mary.

Thomas: on the other side of the volleyball court. Trying to show off his ✨beach body✨ but Alison isn't really looking.

Humphrey: one whole Humphrey Bone! Yay! He gets sunburned and spends the whole time reading under a parasol he brought with him.

Fanny: judges the swimsuits of everyone on the beach. At one point she wanders off and ends up on the nude beach. You can imagine how that goes.

Mary: shouts at seagulls, gets scared by a starfish. She goes rockpooling with Pat and Kitty. Robin shows up and tries to eat a hermit crab.

#bbc ghosts #I love writing these #they chilling and vibing

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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Perry: “Hey guys, what do you think about making that beach trip an annual thing?”

Alador, Eda, and Lilith: “No!”

Darius: “Alright, that’s it, you guys. What happened out there?”

Alador: “What? We took a walk. Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me.”

Darius: “What does that mean?”

Perry: “Come on, what happened? Eda?”

Eda: “...Alright.”

Alador: “No. Eda, we swore we’d never tell!”

Lilith: “They’ll never understand!”

Eda: “But we have to say something. We have to get it out. It’s eating me alive! Alador got stung by a jellyfish-”

Alador: “Alright! Alright. I got stung. Stung bad. I couldn’t stand. I- I couldn’t walk.”

Lilith: “We were two miles from the house. We were scared and alone. We didn’t think we could make it.”

Alador: “I was in too much pain.”

Eda: “And I was tired from digging a huge hole!”

Lilith: “And then Eda remembered something.”

Eda: “I’d seen this thing on the Discovery Channel.”

Perry: “Wait a minute, I saw that. On the Discovery Channel. Yeah, about jellyfish and how if you- ew! You peed on yourself!?”

Darius and Raine: “EW!”

Alador: “You can’t say that! You don’t know! I thought I was gonna pass out from the pain. Anyway, I tried, but I couldn’t...bend that way. So...” *looks at Eda*

Perry, Darius, and Raine: “EW!”

Eda: “That’s right, I stepped up! He’s my friend and he needed help. If I had to, I’d pee on any one of you. Only, uh, I couldn’t...I got stage fright. I wanted to help but there was just too much pressure. So, I, um, I turned to Lilith.”

Lilith: “Eda kept screaming at me, “Do it now! Do it! Do it now!” Sometimes, late at night I can still hear the screaming.”

Eda: “Hah, that’s because sometimes I just do it through my wall to freak you out.”

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helladirections · 2 years

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BBF2: Yellow Sunglasses

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 2 of ongoing universe (but can be read on its own) Word Count: 5k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring jealous H, edging, and the ocean.

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 1 - PART 3

Preview

“Use your words,” he reminded her. “Do you understand?” “Yes… you’re going to protect me.” “That’s right,” he confirmed. “I’ll always make sure you get what you need. I’ll take care of you. I don’t just… I said I had a crush on you too. I like you, YN. You have to know that. Even if you don’t want to play how we did last night, I’ll still like you.”

Read below or on AO3 or Wattpad

The sun was warm, the ocean was cool, and the sea air was blowing lightly in YN’s hair. It was the perfect day to be at the beach. She sat in a lounge chair under an umbrella in her favorite blue suit as she pretended to read the book in her hand. It was something a friend had convinced her to buy before the trip - a love story about a grad student and a professor pretending to date and going to a conference about math or science or something like that. YN wasn’t really sure, she wasn’t actually reading.

She was distracted. Harry was sitting in the sand a few feet away, chatting away with her brother about something she couldn’t quite hear. He was shirtless and his swim shorts were a bit shorter than usual, his golden skin littered with tattoos on display for all to see. But YN knew he wasn’t doing it for the attention he would surely get from strangers. She knew he was doing it for the attention he would get from her, because he had teased her about this exact moment last night while knuckles deep inside of her trying to make her cum.

The morning after their little encounter was even more awkward than the rest of the trip had been so far. But in a different way. Instead of trying to avoid him at all costs, YN was making an effort to stay near Harry in the most nonchalant way possible. She didn’t want her brother or anyone else picking up on the change of behavior, but his presence sent a shiver down her spine. YN was trying so hard to seem not awkward that she ended up more awkward and her brother noticed right away, wasting no time before teasing her for having a crush on his best friend. Harry didn’t join in like he used to, just gave her a sly smile and went back to eating his pancakes.

When her brother got up to go to the bathroom, Harry turned back to YN. She was drinking orange juice and nibbling on a pastry, but other than that she was just scrolling her phone. This, apparently, was not suitable to Harry. He demanded she eat a better breakfast and when she tried to refuse he whispered that she was a brat and went to get her a yogurt himself.

“Now eat,” he said in that demanding but not at all mean tone.

YN listened, and she ate the yogurt.

Things only got more awkward after that when YN’s brother wanted to go over to the hotel pool but YN suggested the beach instead.

“Actually dude, I think the beach sounds nice. We did the pool yesterday,” Harry said.

“Y’really gonna side with her? What’s going on with you lately?” he groaned.

Harry just shrugged. “Beach sounds nice,” he reasoned.

Her brother reluctantly agreed.

So the three of them had walked down to the beach together, Harry carrying most of their personal belongings. YN spotted one of the last open lounge chairs in the shade, and the boy agreed to let her have it while they sat on their towels several feet away. They had come to the beach together, but so far had been enjoying their time relatively separately.

YN was sneaking peeks at Harry whenever she got the chance, Harry was pretending not to care that YN was around them, and her brother acting like a cranky toddler, sitting in the sand and digging a small hole with his hand while he talked to Harry with a furrow in his brow.

It was like that for a while, and honestly, YN didn’t mind. They weren’t bothering each other and she got to be close to Harry without it being weird and didn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing and looking like a little kid again. She would have been content to sit in her lounge chair fake-reading her book for several more hours with no complaints at all. Maybe she’d even go grab a cocktail from the hotel beach bar behind them. A little liquid courage could help her to keep up appearances around Harry.

But before she got the chance, she was interrupted by a stranger. A cute stranger. He had light brown hair, a few freckles, blue eyes. His upper body was solid and strong but soft enough that he would probably be good for a cuddle. His swim shorts went down to his knee, but he was bare on top, allowing her eyes to roam over his strong upper body. He had a confident but sweet smile on his face as he approached her, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a volleyball.

“‘Scuse me,” he said, grabbing her attention.

“Hi.”

“Hi. My name’s Niall. My friends and I are over there playin’ and one of ‘em got hurt. Looking for another player to make the teams even, wanna join?”

He was clearly eyeing her body up and down, but YN didn’t entirely mind it. She wasn’t so self conscious in her bathing suit anymore, not since Harry had mentioned how good she looked in it last night. Plus, if this random guy was coming up to her and asking her to play… well he had to be interested in more than a little game, right?

“I’m not very good,” she said with a shrug. She placed a bookmark in her book (even though she would have to start the chapter over later because she had no idea what she had been reading), and placed the book beside her.

“S’alright, I’m not so great either. And my mate Adam is bloody shite,” he said with a laugh.

YN looked over to where he was pointing. It was group of only guys, which made her a bit nervous. Niall seemed nice enough, and there was nothing about the group that set off any red flags, per se, but she was on alert anyway.

Her eyes drifted back over to Harry. Her brother was still going on about something or other but Harry was giving all of his attention to the scene taking place with her and Niall, a death glare focused directly at him. His eyes shifted over to YN’s for a moment, softening and trying to read what was happening. Before she could give Niall an answer, Harry was standing up and walking over.

“Hey man, d’ya need something?” he asked, standing protectively over YN.

“Just needed another player,” he answered, displaying the volleyball in his hand. “But I didn’t realize she was with you, it’s all good.”

“I’m not.”

“She’s not.”

They both answered at the same time.

“Oh, alright. Well, you wanna play then?”

YN bit her lip, looking over at Harry even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for.

“Got room for two more?” He asked, signaling to her brother a few feet away. “Her brother and I would love t’join.”

Niall shrugged but agreed. He started walking back towards the net and YN couldn’t help but turn to Harry and give him a soft smile in thanks.

But he was already gone, over dragging her brother to stand up and join in.

Niall introduced YN to the rest of the group, and helped her to take her spot on his team. Harry stood directly next to her, pushing her brother to the other team. (He complained the whole time because he didn’t like volleyball, he didn’t know any of the players, and now he was on the other team all alone.)

Everything was going pretty well. YN found herself giggling at how bad she was, cheering when someone on her team made a point, and smiling over at Niall when he tried to help her. A few times she looked over at Harry, but every time he was just giving that same death glare as before at Niall, so she gave up on trying to include him in the joyful parts of the game.

For someone she had literally just met, Niall seemed nice enough. He was trying to help her with the game, he was making jokes, and he never tried to touch her. They chatted in between rounds a bit, and she learned that he was from Ireland. The group he was with was taking a few days break between soccer games there in Italy. He was a bench player mostly, but seemed enthusiastic whenever he talked about his team. He talked about their last game too, which they won, but YN was American and never paid attention to soccer. She had no idea what he was talking about but just nodded her head along anyway with a smile on her face.

When being grumpy wasn’t enough for him anymore, YN’s brother claimed to need a break. He called Harry over and they walked together to the bar to grab some water, leaving YN with Niall and the rest of his team. She could see Harry looking back over his shoulder, but there wasn’t much he could do or say without tipping off her brother.

“So,” Niall started. “If you’re not with that guy, who is he then?”

“Oh um…” At first YN didn’t know how to answer this question. But then she just went with the most obvious explanation. “The guy on the other team is my brother, and that’s his best friend.”

“Ah, so what yer sayin’ is I should be afraid of your brother then,” he teased.

YN giggled a bit. “He’s not so scary, just a bit cranky.”

“Not gonna punch me if I touch yeh shoulder then?”

“Not at all,” YN laughed. “He’s mean to me, but other than that he’s pretty harmless.”

A smirk grew slowly over Niall’s face. “Well in that case then, lemme show ya how to actually bump a volleyball.”

He demonstrated the pose first, knees bench, feet a little more than shoulder width apart. When it was time to show her how to hold her arms, he stepped behind her and brought his hands around to stroke lightly up and down her arms. Niall helped her position them correctly, then called out to Adam to toss them the ball for a test run. But the ball hit the net, and both of them started laughing instead.

“Told you he was shite,” Niall said, voice low and directly in her ear.

YN felt goosebumps rise up on the skin of her arms, and the warmth from Niall’s body got stronger and brought himself closer to her, his front now flush against her back. She could feel his skin directly on hers, and not only did YN not mind, but she was loving it. She wasn’t one to get much attention from boys in her regular life, so to have this cute stranger hitting on her like this was giving her a giant confidence boost.Maybe it was the vacation vibes, or maybe last night with Harry had given her an extra pep in her step, but Niall was definitely reacting to something she was giving him.

That was, until Harry and her brother came back with their water and Harry grabbed YN’s hand, pulling her away from Niall. She tripped over her feet a bit but caught her balance as she took another step towards him.

“C’mon,” he said, voice low and crinkles in his brow. “Your crabby brother needs a nap. Swear he’s like a toddler sometimes.”

“Hey, she can keep playing,” Niall butted in.

“Dude, you really think he’s going to let his little sister hang out with a bunch of strange guys on a beach while he takes a nap? Get a grip. She’s coming with us.”

To emphasize his point he pulled her arm again, not letting go as he started walking back towards the area they had set up with their towel and snacks.

“Bye! It was nice meeting you!” she called back at Niall.

Harry didn’t let go of YN’s wrist the whole time they were walking, his grip tight enough that when he released it she rubbed the skin to soothe it.

She wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. On the one hand, her brother did not want to be around those guys and definitely did need a nap. He also always treated her like a baby sister which meant on occasion he actually would try and protect her from certain things. But as he sat down on the lounge chair with a grunt and closed his eyes, YN realized he really didn’t care that much about what was going on apart from him getting his nap.

Harry, on the other hand, could theoretically be getting jealous. It seemed hard to believe - that he even liked her enough to be jealous of the attention she was getting from Niall. But with the way he talked to her last night, when he brought her yogurt for breakfast, the looks he gave Niall and how he jumped up to her defense so quickly… it painted a pretty clear picture whether she thought it was true or not.

“Well, I think I’m gonna go in the water now then,” YN said to no one in particular.

Harry sighed, kicking off his flip flops and grabbing his yellow sunglasses out of the bag.

“Don’t let anyone steal my stuff,” he told her brother.

“You’re coming with me?”

“Not gonna let you go into the ocean alone in a foreign country?” he said, like she was the dumb one for questioning it.

YN just shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with it. But she wasn’t going to object to spending more time with Harry.

She and Harry walked down the beach together but in silence It wasn’t until they were wading in the ocean, water up to about her belly, that Harry finally turned and said something.

“What the hell was that?”

She raised her brows. “What?”

“That guy? You’re just gonna let any old stranger touch you like that? Look at you like that? I thought you were better than that.”

“Oh, well, he seemed nice.”

Harry rolled his eyes. They took a few more steps further into the water.

“They all seem nice, YN. That’s how it works. And then they do something shitty.”

“I’m not a little kid anymore, Harry. Remember?” She looked away from him then, out into the open ocean so she didn’t have to make eye contact when she referenced the night before. “You don’t have to protect me.”

“Like hell I don’t,” he grumbled. Reaching out for her hand again, he grabbed it and turned her body towards him. He lifted his sunglasses to sit on top of his head so he could look directly at her. “YN, I was always gonna look out for you. But after last night… when I play with someone it means something, yeah? I asked you to trust me because I’m going to take care of you, ok?”

YN didn’t know how to respond, simply nodding her head in response.

“Use your words,” he reminded her. “Do you understand?”

“Yes… you’re going to protect me.”

“That’s right,” he confirmed. “I’ll always make sure you get what you need. I’ll take care of you. I don’t just… I said I had a crush on you too. I like you, YN. You have to know that. Even if you don’t want to play how we did last night, I’ll still like you.”

“I… I like you too, Harry.”

He smiled then.

“Good. Now, we have to talk about your punishment for flirting with him.”

“Oh,” she said, looking away from him then.

“Well what did you expect? Letting someone drool all over you like that. I don’t like to share.” He paused for a moment. “And if you’re gonna be a slut, you’re only gonna be a slut for me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

Harry nodded his head, but didn’t reward her with any kind words. Instead he waded further into the water. She followed him until the water was coming up just below her neck.

“I can’t go any further, Harry,” she told him.

He turned around and looked at her. Then he looked around them. There was no one else in the water this far out, the closest other people just dots in their distant vision.

“Alright, we’ll do it right here then.”

“Do what?”

“Your punishment.”

“Oh… right.”

Harry waded over to stand behind her. He let his hands drag down her arms, then around her tummy, then down to her thighs. They were facing towards the open ocean, but she still felt rather exposed.

“Have half a mind to get you naked right here,” he mumbled into her ear. “You wanna share your body with strangers, might as well do it for real, hm?”

“No, Harry I-”

“But I wont,” he said, cutting her off. “Like I said, I don’t like to share.”

His hands traveled up her front again, finding purchase over her breasts. They fit nicely in his hands, and she had to admit the attention he was giving them gave her little shivers. He kneaded them gently for a moment, humming lightly in her ear. Waves crashed around them, they bobbed up with the water as the tide changed.

Then he slipped his hands beneath the triangles of her bikini, and she couldn’t help but gasp. She was fully covered by the cool water, her nipples already perky due to the temperature.

They had hugged before. High fived. Hell, last night he made her cum on his fingers. But feeling each other’s bare skin, wet from the ocean water, was something else entirely. The water was cold but Harry’s body was warm, sending sparks of electricity down YN’s spine. She reveled in the way his fingertips felt trailing across her body. It took everything in her not to turn into a whining, pathetic mess.

“Don’t worry baby,” he said. “I’ve got you. Close your eyes.”

She did what he said, closing her eyes and relaxing her neck back onto his shoulder. YN let out a sigh as he pinched one of her nipples.

“This isn’t much of a punishment, you know,” she said.

“You’re right,” he responded softly. “But I’m such a sucker for ya… and these tits oh my god,” he groaned.

Giggling, she turned around to face Harry, looping her arms around his neck before jumping up and locking her legs around his waist.

“Mmm… still greedy, I see. We’ll have to work on that, won't we?”

YN just smiled as she leaned in to kiss him softly. Harry returned the kiss, but only briefly.

“Very greedy.”

She laughed again. “Can’t help it… you look so good. Can’t touch you usually so I gotta take advantage of the opportunity, right?”

“I suppose.” He stopped for a moment to think, looking out into the distance. “Certainly were getting an eyeful in earlier though.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” she lied. “I was deeply invested in my book, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he echoed with a smirk. He shook his head then, as if shaking the thoughts away. “Ok you are way too good at distracting me. I’m supposed to be punishing you, hm?”

“Sorry, sir.”

He grabbed her legs, unhooking them from his body and helping her to stand up on her own again. Then he turned her around, bringing her body close to his. Just like the night before, he nibbled on her ear as his hand explored the front of her body.

“Do you know what your punishment is going to be?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Words.”

“No, sir.”

“Hm… what should it be? Maybe I’ll make you suck me off until you’re crying, how about that?”

She felt herself shake at the suggestion, heat spreading throughout her body.

“No, we can’t do that. Not out here in the ocean.” Harry sighed, his hands still exploring the front of her body but clearly avoiding where she wanted his attention most. “If we were inside, maybe I’d lay you over my knee and spank you. What do you think of that?”

YN couldn’t help but to nod her head.

Harry chuckled, his hands still moving. “No, I think we’ll save that for another time.”

She took a deep breath, trying not to let his words affect her but clearly failing.

“Would love to see you with your arms tied up to the bed sometime,” he mused softly.

“Harry,” she whined softly.

“I know baby…” He left a small kiss just behind her ear. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

His hand slid down her front again. Extending one finger, he quickly found her clit from over her bathing suit and started to rub lightly. She let out a small gasp before relaxing her head back on his shoulders like she had done earlier.

“Bet you look so pretty when you’re crying,” he whispered.

YN let out another hard breath, not sure exactly what he was getting at but the combination of his words and his movements were getting to her just the same.

“So needy for me… desperate little slut… bet I could make you cum without even touching you, just rubbing over this little bikini,”

“Yes, Harry,” she said through a soft moan.

He laughed. “Guess we’ll have to try then, won’t we.”

Harry continued kissing up and down her neck lightly as his fingers continued to stimulate her clit through the wet fabric. He was very good at what he was doing. With varying speeds and amounts of pressure, it wasn’t long before YN could feel her orgasm starting to build in her lower stomach. She found herself subconsciously grinding her hips against his hand, the feeling of movements beneath the water adding an extra splash of excitement to the already new feeling of Harry’s fingers.

YN opened her legs wider, letting out a soft moan.

“Look at you,” Harry said softly. “Opening your legs up like a slut…”

She went to close them, but Harry stuck his knee in between, keeping the spread.

“Feeling close?” he asked her.

‘Yes, sir.”

“Good… good…”

He drifted off, not giving her the exact praise she truly craved. She whined when she realized his words were so close but so far from what she was wanting to hear.

“Oh, is this not good enough? Maybe I should stop.”

And he did. He lifted his fingers away from her body, only causing her to whine harder than before.

“Praise is for good girls. Orgasms are for good girls. Have you been a good girl?”

With a sigh, she shook her head.

“That’s right. You were very bad. Letting that guy touch you, hit on you right in front of me… shouldn’t be letting you cum at all really.”

“Harry,” she whined again.

“Well I’m at least gonna make you wait.”

He slid his hand down her front again, this time finding his way under the bathing suit bottoms and reaching her core. She couldn’t help but groan when he finally made contact where she wanted him. He started slow before groaning in her ear.

“Y’so wet…and I know it’s not from the ocean.”

Harry gathered some of her wetness, bringing it up to rub around her clit. His movements were much the same as before, but stronger this time since he was actually touching her. Starting with slow, big circles he got her worked up before moving to small faster ones. He alternated the amount of pressure he was giving her and it wasn’t long until she was tilting her hips again to get more friction.

“Y’so fucking greedy,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “Next time I’m gonna make you beg for it.”

“Harry,” she moaned.

He didn’t respond except with another deep groan and more pressure on her clit. Once again she could feel the ball of pleasure building inside of her. Her muscles were getting tighter and she kept trying to squeeze her thighs together. When YN’s breathing picked up its pace, Harry started laughing under his breath again.

“So fucking desperate… look at you, ready to fall apart for me in the middle of the ocean. Who fucking does that? A slut, that’s who. And you’re my slut, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s right, you are.”

Her moans and groans and pants were getting louder and deeper. She knew if he kept going at this pace she was going to lose it.

“This sweet little pussy… deserves so much better but you’re not gonna get it, are you?” he asked, but didn’t give time for her to respond. “No, your tight little cunt is gonna suffer because you were a brat. Gonna teach you a lesson.”

The words sent a new heat through YN’s body until she could feel it between her legs. Another moan fell out of her lips, she closed her eyes, her mouth hung open.

“Close… Harry I’m close…”

“Pathetic,” he groaned into her ear, not stopping his movements. “Out here in the open ocean, getting off where anyone could see you. Trying to share what’s mine with the whole world.”

She whined as he continued rubbing her.

Then suddenly, he stopped.

“Nooo… Harry,” she whined.

“Said I was gonna make you wait. You haven’t been good. You’ve been a little slut, hm?”

YN turned around within Harry’s grasp so he could see her pout. He had gotten her so close, two separate times. And she’d never truly been edged before, not really.

“You’re gonna keep doing this?” she asked softly.

“Edging you? Yeah, until I decide you deserve to cum. Gotta teach you a lesson now, don’t I?”

“Oh.” She looked away from him for a moment. “I’ve uh… I’ve never…”

“You’ve never been edged?” He filled in for her.

“No,” she shook her head, turning away from him.

With a finger under her chin, he brought her attention back to his face. “It’s ok, darling. I know you haven’t really played like this before. We’ll take things slow, yeah?”

“Yeah… ok.”

“Alright then babe, I think twice is probably enough for now, yeah? But don’t go touching yourself. Still a punishment - can’t cum until I let you.”

“Yes sir,” she replied softly.

“And we can talk about it more when we dry off. If… if you want to keep playing like we have been,” he offered.

“I’d like that.”

“Good. Me too.”

He smiled at her softly, reaching to brush a wet strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. But just as he did, a bigger wave came over them. They couldn’t jump quite high enough and they were both fully submerged under the water for a moment.

When they reached the surface again, both were laughing. But only for a moment. YN’s eyes went wide when she got a good look at Harry, then turned to look around her frantically.

“YN? What happened?” he asked.

“Your glasses! The yellow sunglasses! They’re gone! They’re- oh they’re over there!”

She dove off then, swimming deeper into the ocean to chase after the glasses. They were a good distance away by now.

“Careful!” he called after her. “There’s some waves coming and-”

But she didn’t hear him. Because before she could reach the glasses (which were still floating away from her) another wave came over her. She had been looking behind her at Harry when it came, and didn’t see it coming. So when it fully crashed, it took her with it. Water in her mouth, she was submerged in the ocean and rolling around with the force of the wave above her. Her eyes were squeezed closed because of the salt water so she couldn’t see anything.

She wanted to scream.

Arms flailing, she tried everything she could to find the surface. She was running out of breath, desperate for more air. But all around her was just water, seaweed, bubbles that she could feel on her skin.

Suddenly, she felt warmth around her torso. She didn’t know what it was, but she relaxed into the feeling. Maybe this is what drowning felt like. Or maybe a lifeguard had seen her and somehow gotten to her from the shore? Maybe she was deep enough that she was being swarmed by fish or a shark or a whale or-

“Baby, YN, talk to me, are you ok?”

She gasped for air, coughing out some water from her throat. His hands rubbed over her face, thumbs pushing the water away from her eyelids so she could look at him.

It was Harry.

“YN? Can you hear me?”

His voice was soothing. He held her close, his own legs kicking beneath him to keep them both afloat.

“Yes, yeah, I can hear you, I'm just…” she coughed again.

He swam closer to shore then, holding her tightly until he was able to stand on the sand under them, water only coming up to his belly. Finally he stopped moving, looking back at YN who was still coughing with every few breaths.

“YN, don’t scare me like that, ok? We’re not going that deep again.”

“I’m ok! I promise. I just… oh your glasses! What about your glasses?”

“I don’t care about the fucking glasses, YN!” he started to raise his voice at her, but not in a scary way, just to make sure she was fully understanding what he was saying to her. “Those glasses cost me $10 at the supermarket, I can buy another pair. I can’t replace you.”

She stopped then, looking at Harry. It was silent except for the ambient noise around them from waves and people enjoying the water and the beach. He brought his left down to rest on her hip, just beneath the water line, his right hand holding the side of her face gently.

“I can’t replace you, YN,” he said again, softer this time.

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 1 - PART 3

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starsstuddedsky · 1 year

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Lingering

reader x seokmin

summary: sunrise at the beach with a crush

genre: fluff this is just self-indulgent fluff

warnings: none!

wc: 1k

a/n: while looking up references of his smile i nearly died

The sun hides just under the horizon, the world holding its breath while waiting for the warmth to return. You study the sky, the twinkling stars that are too far away to survive the sun, going into hiding until the next night. But for now, you can still pick them out, see the ghost of constellations you knew when you were still a child.

The sand digs between your toes, cold and grainy without the sun to warm them. You like watching the waves roll and crash in the half-light of dawn, the thundering crashes of water breaking on the beach mesmerizing. No matter how many times you sit here, it’s magical. Something about the calming power of extreme violence.

A voice calls to you, inaudible over the waves, though it still makes you jump. When you turn around, Seokmin is crossing the beach toward you.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He repeats, close enough this time to be heard over the crashing waves. He stands over you, hands on his hips.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” You counter.

He shrugs. “I heard someone wandering around at five in the morning, so I was making sure we weren’t being robbed. Then I figured I should make sure no one was sleep-walking into the ocean.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Don’t go getting an inflated ego; I’d do this for anyone.”

“Really? You’d sneak out at dawn for Seungkwan?”

Seokmin pauses. “Fine, it is special treatment. You only.”

It’s silly to get this happy over an answer you forced out of him, but it’s fun to pretend you’re special to him. That’s the worst part about having a crush on your friend. It’s not hunting for feelings when none exist, but knowing exactly how desperate you are. Like how your heart races when he sits next to you, kicking his sandals off and burying his feet in the sand to match you.

“Oh my god, it’s so cold,” he says, shaking his shoulders to emphasize his point. You shake your head, and pretend like you aren’t hyper-aware of his sweatshirt brushing against yours. He’s quiet with you, a rare quality for Seokmin. You’re used to hearing him joke around with Seungkwan and Mingyu, or do everything he can to annoy Minghao. He’s a friend of a friend that’s turned you into a cliché. God, you can’t even think straight around him.

“You never answered my question,” he says, staring out across the water. The tiny line where the water ends and the sky begins is starting to grow more definite, the sky above just a shade lighter. “You don’t have to,” he quickly adds, “I know we’re not really that close, well, not yet. I’m not saying that we have to be either, I just mean that—” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I’m saying I’m here. If you want.” And he smiles.

A thousand metaphors run through your head, each more cliché than the last, but his smile really is brighter than the sun, warming you from the inside out. You want to tell him… you don’t know what, anything that keeps him smiling at you like that.

“I like your smile.” You cover your mouth as soon as you say it but Seokmin laughs, smile widening even more. With every heartbeat, his face becomes more clear, the rising sun growing more courageous with each inch.

“Thank you,” Seokmin says, though he can’t quite look you in the eye. Great, you’ve made it awkward. What can you say to fix this? Taking it back feels even more awkward, and even though it was painful, at least it was true.

You bury your head in your arms. Maybe he’ll just leave and eventually the tide will rise and wash you away. You could turn into a mermaid, or maybe a jellyfish. You try to remember what you know about jellyfish. They have no brains and no muscles so they just float around the ocean; they have one hole for food to go in and out of; they have tentacles that sting. That could be cool, to be a sting-y jellyfish. Or maybe one of the glowy ones in the deep sea, bioluminescent.

“You know, I like your smile too,” Seokmin says. You don’t dare lift your head.

“It’s really cute,” he continues, “like, you always at least smile at my jokes, even when they’re really bad. You never make fun of me with the rest of the guys, and you made a cake for my birthday even though we barely knew each other.” He pauses again, taking a deep breath. All you hear is the crashing of waves on the shore. “What I’m trying to say is I like you. More than a friend.”

He likes you.

You try to find your brain but you’ve already started to become a jellyfish. There’s nothing in your head except he likes you.

“Hey,” he taps your shoulder gently. “Can you lift your head?”

“Nope.” You shake your head, just in case he can’t hear you.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s five in the morning and my hair is a mess and I think it’s been way too long since I brushed my teeth and I’m covered in sand, and I like you so much I’m a jellyfish.” You pull your knees in even tighter, determined to remain in this ball of safety.

“You’re missing the sunrise,” Seokmin says.

You peek out, blinking at the horizon. Everything is pink and blue, from the sky to the water. The water farther out is as bright as the sky itself but the waves that crash against the shore are white. It’s the beautiful scene that you snuck out for.

“Beautiful,” you whisper.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Seokmin says but when you turn to face him, he isn’t looking at the sunrise. He’s looking at you.

He’s still smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkled. “That was cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you say. “It was terrible.” You press your shoulder against his, and you don’t think you’re imagining the warmth seeping from him. “I still like you.”

“I like you, too,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Even as… a jellyfish?”

You groan. “I panicked! I’m still panicking, I wasn’t expecting you to just blurt out that you like me!”

Seokmin just laughs, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. You bury your face again, but this time against his chest, and it’s infinitely better than before. You listen to his heartbeat and you understand the stars in the sky, lingering in a moment that won’t last forever.

Just one more heartbeat. You watch the sunrise and smile.

#🌟 stars galaxy #svt reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt #seventeen #lee seokmin #lee seokmin x reader #dk #dk x reader #dokyeom #dokyeom x reader #svt x reader #dk fluff #lee seokmin fluff

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phasesgurl · 20 days

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Maddie: Hey guys, what do you think about making that beach trip an annual thing? Shadow, Sonic, and Tails: No! Knuckles: Alright, that’s it, you guys. What happened out there? Shadow: What? We took a walk. Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me. Knuckles: What does that mean? Maddie: Come on, what happened? Sonic? Sonic: Alright. Shadow: No. Sonic, we swore we’d never tell! Tails: they’ll never understand. Sonic: But we have to say something. We have to get it out. It’s eating me alive. Sonic: Shadow got stung by a jellyfish! Shadow: Alright! I got stung. Stung bad. I couldn’t stand. I- I couldn’t walk. Tails: We were two miles from the house. We were scared and alone. We didn’t think we could make it. Shadow: I was in too much pain. Sonic: And I was tired from digging a huge hole. Tails: And then Sonic remembered something. Sonic: I’d seen this thing in the Discovery Channel. Maddie: Wait a minute, I saw that. On the Discovery Channel. Yeah, about jellyfish and how if you— EW! You peed on yourself? Knuckles and Tom: EW!! Shadow: You can’t say that! You don’t know! I thought I was gonna pass out from the pain. Anyway, I tried, but I couldn’t... bend that way. So... *looks at Sonic* Maddie, Knuckles, and Tom: Ew! Sonic: That’s right. I stepped up. He's my friend and he needed help. If I had to, I’d pee on any one of you. Sonic: Only, uh, I couldn’t. I got stage fright. I wanted to help but there was too much pressure. So, I, um, I turned to Tails. Tails: Sonic kept screaming at me, “Do it now. Do it. Do it now.” Sometimes, late at night I can still hear the screaming. Sonic: That’s because sometimes I just do it through my wall to freak you out.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic incorrect quotes #sonic the hedgehog incorrect quotes #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie incorrect quotes #knuckles the echidna #sonic wachowski #miles tails wachowski #tails wachowski #tails the fox #miles tails prower #maddie wachowski #movie shadow #movie!shadow

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fatkish · 6 days

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Funny (Y/n) x MHA pt. 2

(Y/n): Do you want this handful of moss?

Tomura: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?

(y/n): Damn, you could’ve just said no.

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Nedzu: I made tea.

(y/n): I don't want tea

Nedzu: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

(y/n): Then why did you tell me?

Nedzu: It's a conversation starter.

(y/n): It's a horrible conversation starter.

Nedzu: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

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Bakugou: What is the one thing I told you not to do?

(y/n): Burn the house down.

Bakugou: And what did you do?

(y/n): I made dinner.

Bakugou:

(y/n):

Bakugou:

(Y/n): And burnt the house down.

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(Y/n): Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?

Kaminari: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.

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Spinner: Hey guys, what do you think about making that beach trip an annual thing?

Dabi, Twice and (y/n): No!

Tomura: Alright, that’s it, you guys. What happened out there?

(y/n): What? We took a walk. Nothing happened. I came back with nothing all over me.

Toga: What does that mean?

Mr. Compress: Come on, what happened? Twice

Twice: Alright.

(y/n): No. Twice, we swore we’d never tell!

Dabi: They’ll never understand.

Twice: But we have to say something. We have to get it out. It’s eating me alive.

Twice: (y/n) got stung by a jellyfish!

(y/n): Alright! I got stung. Stung bad. I couldn’t stand. I- I couldn’t walk.

Dabi: We were two miles from the house. We were scared and alone. We didn’t think we could make it.

(y/n): I was in too much pain.

Twice: And I was tired from digging a huge hole.

Dabi: And then Twice remembered something.

Twice: I’d seen this thing in the Discovery Channel.

Spinner: Wait a minute, I saw that. On the Discovery Channel. Yeah, about jellyfish and how if you— EW! You peed on yourself?

Tomura, Mr. Compress and Toga: EW!!

(y/n): You can’t say that! You don’t know! I thought I was gonna pass out from the pain. Anyway, I tried, but I couldn’t... bend that way. So... *looks at Twice*

Tomura, Mr. Compress, Spinner and Toga: Ew!

Twice: That’s right. I stepped up. They’re my friend and they needed help. If I had to, I’d pee on any one of you.

Twice: Only, uh, I couldn’t. I got stage fright. I wanted to help but there was too much pressure. So, I, um, I turned to Dabi

Dabi: Twice kept screaming at me, “Do it now. Do it. Do it now.” Sometimes, late at night I can still hear the screaming.

Twice: That’s because sometimes I just do it through my wall to freak you out.

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Twice, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are..  (y/n): THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

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Kaminari: Is the pink panther a lion?

Kirishima: Say that again but slower.

Kaminari: I don’t get it.

(y/n): He’s a PANTHER.

Kaminari: Is that a type of lion?

Bakugou: No, it’s a fucking panther.

Kaminari: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?

(Y/n): AND LIONS ARE?!

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(Y/n) : Midoriya and I are no longer friends.

Midoriya: (Y/N) THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Midoriya: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

(Y/n) : Killed without hesitation.

Midoriya: No! (Y/n)!

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(Y/n) , with their hands cupped over each other: I found a cool spider!

All Might: Oh? Lemme see!

(Y/n) , opening their hands to see nothing there: …hm.

Midoriya: …where’s the spider.

(Y/n) : *looks troubled and stares at their hands*

All Might: Oh no.

Midoriya: (Y/N) , WHERE’S THE SPIDER?!

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(Y/n) : Did Midoriya just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Shoto: Yeah, they did.

(Y/n) : And did I just do finger guns back?

Shoto: Yeah, you did.

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Shoto: *about (Y/n) and Bakugou* They make a cute couple, huh?

Midoriya: They certainly are standing next to each other.

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(Y/n) : Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Shoto: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

(Y/n) : Stop.

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(Y/n): here’s a lesson folks, don’t lick mystery liquids from the refrigerator

Class 1A: what

(Y/n):

Aizawa: what did you do this time?

(Y/n): I took a bag of leftover pizza out of the fridge and the bag was wet, so I licked the bag to find out what the mystery liquid was

Aizawa: why would you do that?

(Y/n): I just told you

Iida: I highly believe that that course of action is very bad

Midoriya: what was it?

(Y/n): *makes sad face* it was liquid from moldy, rotting celery

Aizawa: *shakes head*

Bakugou: you are a dumbass

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#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n

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kirimoochi · 9 months

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beaches with him.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader.

⤷ what is it like going to the beach with him?

Going to the beach with Kazuha consists of being splashed with water and sunbathing. He thinks that if you were to go to the beach and never touch the waters, you would be missing out on the whole purpose. So he makes it his ultimate goal to splash water. Don’t worry, if you were to tell him that you weren’t comfortable with swimming or getting into the water, he’ll bring a water gun to squirt some salt water in your face or make a small pond with a toy shovel.

He may be an adult but that doesn’t stop him from building sandcastles and digging up holes! He likes it even more when he ends up finding crabs and would make it his duty to put all of them in his little pond. You once jokingly told him that it looks like a ring fight and from that point on, the two of you pretend to be announcers as you pit two crabs against each other. They may not fight and just wiggle around, but it was fun pretending like they were.

One of his favorite things to do is to find a rock and lay against it. If that wasn’t possible, he’d settle for a towel and rest his eyes. You oftentimes have to remind him to put sunblock on because, on many occasions, he fell asleep and woke up with red and sensitive skin. It has gotten to the point where you wonder if he’s doing it on purpose just to feel you apply sunblock or ointment to his face. He usually takes it as an opportunity to press a loving kiss against your forehead after thanking you.

If you were to go out with his friends for a beach party, he tends to stick close to you. He would wrap his arm around you as the two of you walked along the shores. If it was daytime, he would point to you the different birds that were surrounding Xiao’s towel, and if it was at night, he would mention something about the stars and constellations. Truly a romantic no matter what time of day it was.

If it was just a solo trip between the two of you, expect a less mature and silly Kazuha. The one who would have a towel thrown over his shoulder and a bucket full of toys. He likes the toy shovel the most because unlike the little toddlers and seven-year-old boys trying to dig a shallow hole, his is a lot deeper and can hold a lot of water.

When he builds a sandcastle, it tends to be rather sloppy and at times can fall apart. However, he doesn’t let that put him down. He smiles and continues to build. You find it rather sweet when he gives his sandcastle to the little kids to destroy because even if he worked hours on one castle, the experience of seeing small smiles doesn’t compare.

“Look at this crab,” Kazuha says, raising one as the crustacean flexed his claws, “He kinda looks angry like Scaramouche. Don’t you think so?”

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin headcanons

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bumblesimagines · 10 months

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Midnight Beach

Part 10

Request: Yes or No

Switched out the gator scene cause it was so unnecessary and dumb and obviously just for shock value

Taglist: @nathan-no @ash455 @hyubg

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"Hold on! I see somethin'." Lifting a large stick over his head, JJ neared the water and brought down the stick to smack the water. Nothing in the water moved and he hummed quietly. (Y/N) let out a mix between a snort and a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was like supervising kids on a field trip that just happened to be in a potentially gator-infested swamp and with kids that just seemed to attract danger from every corner. He placed a hand on his hip and met JJ's eyes, lifting his brows at the blonde.

"I was jus' making sure it wasn't a gator, alright? If you spook 'em-"

"Yeah, okay, I believe you." (Y/N) waved him off and chuckled, reaching out to tug on his arm and pull him away from the water. JJ shook the water off his stick- Lord knows where he even got it from- and continued trekking forward after Kiara and Pope. Despite finding JJ's gator-warding tactics strange and unwarranted, he couldn't help but eye the murky water for movement. JJ Maybank might've been the last person to get facts from, but (Y/N) believed him about the gators. Better to be safe than in a hospital trying to explain just how exactly one of them got bit.

Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed Sarah and John B trailing behind them. None of his concern, he told himself. They were all single and if Sarah wanted John B, then he'd support her decisions. Cause that's what friends did. Supported each other. Even when John B glared at him with all the animosity in the world. (Y/N) believed full-heartedly that the Pogue wanted nothing more than to make him gator food and woo Sarah back into his arms. But, considering how Sarah quickened her pace and smiled at him sweetly, John B's chances lowered with each passing minute.

"Hey," Pope quietly called back to them and raised a finger to his lips, nodding toward the sound of machinery. The rest of the Pogues huddled up behind him, peeking through the thick foliage and spotting what was causing the ruckus. Rafe and Limbrey had brought out a truck and a small red excavator to the base of the tree. Limbrey herself leaned against the hood of her light olive-colored car and watched from afar as her nephew, Rafe, and a few other men did the work for her. Her nephew brought out a chair for her to sit on, quietly speaking to her.

Carla Limbrey looked just as frail as the others had described her. She was an older woman, likely a couple years older than their parents, but her voice was soft and still sounded youthful. She appeared skinny, even through her large cardigan and her hands were thin and bony, showing just how much her illness impacted her. Alone she looked far from a threat. She looked kind even. But her nephew, Renfield, had an air of danger to him with rugged features and a cocky smirk seemingly always planted on his face.

The sight of Rafe among them made (Y/N)'s skin crawl and he took in a deep breath, trying to keep his focus off the volatile blonde he once called a friend and on the other two. Reinfield took out a chair from the back of the car and took Limbrey closer to the dig site where they had already dug considerably. As she went to sit down, the excavator hit something and she quickly called for them to stop, taking back her crutches and using them as the men hopped down into the hole.

"Denmark put it in a casket." Limbrey laughed breathily. "Come on, get it up."

The men heaved the wooden casket out of the hole and carefully set it beside Limbrey. Rafe and Renfield cracked the casket open and tossed the dirt-covered lid aside, only to fall deathly silent. Limbrey stared down into the casket, the excitement draining from her face into disappointment and embarrassment. She leaned back up and shook her head.

"We're going back to the island room! It's not over!" She called back to the men and walked back to her car, settling into the passenger seat and hanging her crutches off to her nephew. Renfield placed them in the back and got in the driver's seat as Carla began weeping. Rafe helped the other men load up the excavator and watched them drive off before getting into his own car and following them. Once the car drove out of view, Pope pushed his way through the foliage and made his way toward the casket. The others followed and stopped a few feet away once they caught sight of the skeleton inside.

"This is Cecilia Tanny, Demark's wife," Pope murmured, staring solemnly at her bones before taking a few steps toward the Angel Oak and looking up at it. "He wasn't talking about the cross. He buried her at the foot of the angel."

"The true treasure." Kiara sighed softly. "His wife."

Pope turned back toward the casket and fell to his knees, his dark eyes flooding with tears. His friends moved toward him, crouching down around the casket and looking toward Pope. "Denmark was hung for burying his wife, and now they defiled her grave..." He whispered, gazing over the bones of his ancestor as tears slipped down his cheeks. He sniffled and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his jacket, lifting his head to look over them. "We can't leave her like this."

"We won't." John B assured him and stood up, dusting off his jeans and nodding to JJ.

Together, the two lifted the lid of the casket back up from the ground and gently settled it back down, lightly tapping it to ensure it would break but would remain sealed. (Y/N) stepped back and walked toward some wildflowers, picking them until he had a small bouquet. He returned to Pope and handed them over to him, getting a thankful smile from him. Pope leaned down and set the flowers on top of the casket. Climbing down into the hole, JJ reached his hands up as (Y/N) and John B picked up the casket and lowered it down. JJ kept his hands underneath it until it settled back down into its rightful place before climbing out of the hole and using the discarded shovel to toss the dirt back into the ground. John B used the spare time to head back and drive the van over to the tree while the girls sat down and watched.

"I-I-I just don't get it." Pope sputtered suddenly. "I mean, you guys saw the map. He hides his gold so no one finds it for a hundred and seventy years. And then he sends a message to his son Robert to come here to his mother's grave, but the message never gets to him. Denmark wanted him to find the cross. I know we're in the right spot. It just feels-"

"Like we missed something?" JJ finished for him, staring up at the tree and walking toward it. Using the open window of the van door, he climbed up onto the roof of the van and pointed at a hole in the trunk of the tree as Kiara climbed up to stand beside him. "This looks like-"

"The painting in the island room."

"It's worth a shot, right?" JJ grinned down at them and rolled his shoulders. (Y/N) pressed his lips together and contemplated reminding them that any sort of small animal could've made it its home but by the time he decided it'd be best to remind JJ, he'd already stuck his hand inside. He dug around for a moment before suddenly screaming and squirming. Immediately, everyone sprung forward but abruptly stopped when JJ buckled over and cackled.

"Seriously?" Kiara huffed.

"Oh, man! I got all of you on that one." He snickered. "Wait, but seriously, there's something in here." JJ dug further into the hole and pulled out a faded red and brown cylinder.

"Give it here." Pope reached up and took it from JJ, rubbing away the dirt and dust that had collected to read the writing on it. "HMS Royal Merchant-"

"Give it to the captain." JJ scrambled off the roof of the van and snatched the cylinder out of Pope's hand, extending the cylinder further. "It's a spyglass."

"There's an inscription right there. Look at that shit!" John B laughed and took the spyglass out of JJ's hands, pointing at the black writing on its side. Pope squinted down at it, brushing away more dust and dirt.

"'Do not falter. The cross is on the Freedman's altar.'"

Pursing his lips, (Y/N) crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Pretty sure that's like almost word for word what I said back in the island room but instead ya'll decided to come to this big ass tree. Hm, interesting."

"Yeah, yeah, you were right, okay?" Kiara laughed and swung her arms around him, causing the two to stumble slightly. Sarah's eyes snapped over to the two, lips twitching downward. "We'll listen to you next time, alright?" Kiara giggled and climbed into the back of the van with Pope. (Y/N) followed in afterward and left space between them for Sarah, watching the blonde get inside and plop down. Pope closed the door and John B drove off, heading back onto the dirt road. But they didn't get very far.

"Ah, crap." John B slowed the van down and when (Y/N) peered around Pope, he noticed the road had been submerged under the slowly growing tide. "The road's gone."

"Tide rose faster than I thought it would," JJ murmured before turning to his friend. "How high are the spark plugs?"

"Hate to be a downer but I'm pretty sure not even my jeep would survive going through that, and it was built for shit like this."

"It'll be fine, Kook Prince. The spark plugs are just above the taillight which means they're like... three feet high. The water isn't going to be three feet deep. We're fine. We're good. Just sit tight, hold onto something, and enjoy the ride." John B tightened his hands around the steering wheel and (Y/N) leaned back into the seat, arms crossing over his chest again.

JJ whispered a quick prayer and John B stepped on the gas pedal, steering the van directly into the water. (Y/N) grabbed onto the side of the van and pushed his feet into the ground, feeling Sarah wrap her arms around his and squeeze her eyes shut. Water and mud flew up the sides of the van and the group shouted a mixture of encouragement and cheers but soon the water proved too much and John B barreled the van off the side of the road.

"I think we miscalculated." Pope breathed out, opening the van door and looking down at the brown water. He sighed and climbed out, cringing as the water seeped into his shoes and soaked the bottom of his pants. (Y/N) followed him out, groaning quietly at the immediate feeling of soaked socks. He took in a deep breath and walked through the water, following Pope to the trunk that he popped open as the others gathered.

"Maybe we can walk from here?" Pope suggested.

"What? And leave the Twinkie?" (Y/N) didn't bother asking. "The tide's coming in!"

"What are we supposed to do then?" Sarah asked, running her hands through her hair. The bottom of her jeans had turned a dark blue and it'd lightly only be a matter of time before her small white cardigan changed color. Kiara rolled her lips into her mouth and inhaled heavily, brushing some curls out of her face and turning to look at them.

"I can take my dad's truck." She proposed with slumped shoulders. (Y/N) winced. It'd only been a few days since the Carreras had kicked out their only child. "How much worse can it get, you know?"

"We're going to need something to pull her out with. There's a winch at the Chateau. That's, like, two miles." JJ piped up and the two nodded at each other, gathering their belongings and walking back in the direction they had originally come from. (Y/N) watched them disappear down the road and turned toward the remaining Pogues.

"Is this how this stuff usually goes?"

"Pretty much." Pope nodded and sat down in the trunk, lifting his feet out of the water and taking off his wet shoes.

"I don't know, man. This time I feel like we got cursed bringing a Kook with us."

"I can't control the tide, Routledge. This would've happened with or without me here." (Y/N) muttered and eyed the steady flow of water that would undoubtedly sink the van, or rather, the Twinkie. Pope slipped his socks off his feet and squeezed out the water, putting his shoes back on and letting the socks dry in the trunk. Sarah took the opportunity to climb onto the roof of the van to prevent her clothes from getting drenched any further. She reached down and squeezed as much water as possible out of her jeans, shaking her hands afterward and sighing. Using the still-open trunk, (Y/N) climbed onto it and heaved himself up onto the roof of the van. He lifted his legs and watched the water spill out of his sneakers with a crinkled nose.

"These were my most comfortable shoes too." He mumbled and Sarah snorted quietly, gently bumping her shoulder against his.

"You'll live, I'm sure." Her lips formed a smile, fingers tucking her hair behind her ear when it blew lightly in her face. She cupped her hands in her lap and rubbed her lips together in thought. (Y/N) quirked a brow.

"What?"

"Nothin', I.. I was surprised at how close you and Kie seem."

"You know she used to follow Liv and me around the academy constantly when she still attended, right? She only stopped cause she met you and then... whatever happened between you two happened and she switched schools. She wasn't timid but she wasn't exactly outspoken either. It was cute having a freshman linger around and try to fit in with the 'older kids'." (Y/N) smiled fondly at the memories. When Kiara first enrolled at the academy, she instantly gravitated toward Liv due to her extroverted and opinionated nature. But (Y/N) and Liv were still older than her and often had other things going on which pushed the brunette toward Sarah Cameron. "Things changed over time but it's easy to fall back into the old routine. I guess I'm the one following her around this time."

Sarah hummed and brought her knees to her chest. "I freaked out on her. That's what happened between us. I felt like she got too close, expected too much from me, so I stopped inviting her to things and just... ignored her. It was shitty, I know. The guys tricked us into hanging out alone and we talked about everything. She forgave me and all, but I still feel guilty about it."

"What matters now is how you treat her going forward. The past is in the past. All we can do now is change how we act toward others." Sarah nodded at his words, fingers toying them with the hems of her jeans. (Y/N) raised his hands and gently stroked the back of her head before dropping his arms to his thighs and gazing down at the dark water. It'd begun lapping up the sides of the van and still no sign of Kiara and JJ.

"I feel like they're taking a minute. How long does it take to go two miles and back in a car?" Pope asked, staring out toward the road. "Should I go look for them? Should I go find them and bring them back?"

"Better we stick together." (Y/N) called out to him as he began muttering under his breath about his two friends. "Don't want to turn this adventure into a horror movie." Sarah giggled under her breath and turned to look at him, eyes briefly flickering down to John B. The brunette watched the two of them but quickly looked away when Sarah noticed him. (Y/N) watched Pope trudge back to them, notably struggling with the water weighing his clothes down.

"Okay, okay. So, here's something we can do. We can maybe find something to leverage the Twinkie, and you can drive it out." Pope proposed to John B.

"Let's do driftwood."

"Yeah, driftwood will work." Pope nodded and turned around, walking through the water in search of wood. John B went in the opposite direction, pushing around branches and checking over any wood that could possibly work in getting the Twinkie out of the water. (Y/N) and Sarah watched them from the safety of the van, keeping an eye on both boys in case they needed help. John B waddled into deeper water and suddenly tripped, going under for a brief second before reemerging completely drenched and gasping for air.

"Shit! I think I broke my ankle!" He shouted, wet hair covering his eyes and face.

"Good God, this is what we're working with?" (Y/N) groaned and pushed himself off the roof, landing in the water with a splash that made his shoulders sag. He raised his hand to stop Sarah from following him and walked through the water toward the brunette, feeling the water creep up his jacket and shirt. The moment he got home he was going to stand under the shower for a solid ten minutes just to ensure the grime from the swamp washed off.

Yanking John B up, the Pogue hissed and stumbled again, grabbing onto him for a split second before realizing it was him and pushing him back. "I don't need-"

"Shut up, Routledge." (Y/N) hissed quietly, grabbing his arm to keep him steady before reaching down into the water, soaking the ride side of his body and his jaw. He blindly felt around the bottom of the water, grabbing dirt and even feeling the scale of a fish dart by before he felt John B's ankle and a root. He gave the root a hard pull and straightened up, swinging John B's arm around his shoulder. "You tripped on a root."

"I-"

"Come on." (Y/N) rubbed a leaf off his cheek and loosely wrapped his arm around John B's waist, looking toward the van only to notice something drifting by a few feet in front of them. He swallowed, spotting the bumps and ridges along the back of it. JJ was right. There were gators lurking around. He squeezed John B's side and jerked his chin in the direction of the gator, hearing him inhale sharply and tense against him.

"Holy shit.."

"Just stay quiet and don't make sudden movements. I-I don't know how gators work but I know running or splashing around will get its attention." (Y/N) whispered to him and walked slowly toward the van, keeping an eye on the gator in case it changed course and headed toward them. Luckily for them, once they got closer, it rapidly swam away and disappeared underwater. (Y/N) quickened his pace, practically dragging the limping Pogue with him. Sarah moved and reached down toward them just as Pope returned.

"You okay, JB?" Pope asked, helping (Y/N) push the teen up onto the roof of the van. John B grunted softly in response and shifted around, sitting up and tugging off his boot. (Y/N) winced at the swelling around his ankle and climbed up to sit beside him, carefully taking his leg into his hands and inspecting it.

"Yeah, no, it's definitely a sprain. If it were broken there'd be a sign of bone sticking out of place." (Y/N) lightly pressed down on his ankle and John B swatted at his arm with a scowl. "Just keep it elevated and get an ice pack on it when we get back."

"We've got Doctor (Y/N) here. You'll be okay." Sarah laughed quietly.

"Might as well try to become a doctor at this rate." (Y/N) shrugged off his jacket, practically having to peel it off his skin. He squeezed out as much water as possible from it, shaking it lightly over the water and resting it over the roof of the van to dry. John B leaned back against his arms and sighed, pulling himself back to keep his legs straight. Pope raised a brow at him, eyes bouncing over to (Y/N) and back to John B. Pursing his lips, John B rolled his eyes and tugged on the back of (Y/N)'s shirt to get his attention.

"Thanks for, uh... helping me."

"Oh, and speak of the freaking devil. Look who it is. The tortoise and the tortoise." (Y/N) looked away from John B and spotted Mike's familiar truck backing up down the road toward them. It stopped just near the water and out hopped Kiara and JJ. Pope scoffed at them. "Where the hell were you guys?!"

"Paternal complications," Kiara answered, closing the car door.

"Luke was at the Chateau," JJ replied grimly and took the winch out of the back, swinging it over his shoulder and approaching the edge of the water.

"Oh, great, while you were having family bonding time with your pops, John B nearly broke his ankle!" Pope shouted at them and the two reeled back, finally noticing the pained expression on John B's face.

Scratching the end of his eyebrow, (Y/N) pursed his lips. "That's an exaggeration..."

"The hell happened?"

"I/He almost broke my/his ankle!" Pope and John B shouted at the same time, causing Kiara to scoff and raise her arm toward the truck she had to steal from her own father. JJ glanced frantically between them, mouth opening and closing as he tried coming up with something to defuse the situation and calm everyone.

"I dunno why I'm being yelled at! I put my ass on the line. We got here as fast as we could." Kiara's response only ignited more yelling from the two boys, followed by Sarah and Kiara chiming in. (Y/N) remained silent and tilted his head back to look up at the tall trees towering over them. He had nothing of importance to add to the argument nor did he feel like putting an end to it. John B wildly pointed down to his swollen ankle while Pope and Sarah shouted about them taking their sweet time. In return, Kiara shouted about having to steal the truck and needing to help JJ with his dad.

Finally, JJ shouted pleadingly, "Shut up!" The desperation in his voice made them clamp their mouths shut and (Y/N) looked back down at him. "Seriously, guys, I can't take it anymore. Everyone cut it out for a second. Look, I just helped my dad leave this island for good. Like, he's not ever coming back. He's straight-up like the Spanish. Just, "Bon voyage", you know?"

"That's... French." (Y/N) whispered as Kiara's face scrunched up in confusion and Pope and John B exchanged looks.

Regardless, JJ continued, "I know for a fact all I got is you guys, okay? You're it. And I've come too close to losing you, all of you. I mean, shit, like Kie almost drowned. Pope, you were kidnapped. Sarah, you've been shot, and (Y/N), I saw those bruises on your neck that night. We all know Rafe would've killed you eventually. And John B, how many times did Ward try killing you, bro? So, this blaming each other is some Kook-ass bullshit. We don't do that. We're Pogues. All of us. New and old." (Y/N) bowed his head, looking down at the brown water. Sarah placed her hand over his and when he lifted his gaze, she smiled at him. JJ sighed softly.

"Sorry, that was a lot right now. I didn't mean to..." JJ trailed off, suddenly looking like a shy kid when he kicked around some leaves and dirt with the tip of his boot.

"You ever thought about trying motivational speaking?" (Y/N) asked teasingly and the Pogues laughed, raising their hands and clapping for JJ.

"Also, you should think about, like a Rosetta Stone because your Spanish and French are flip-flopped." In response to John B, JJ raised his hands and flipped him off with a small grin.

With the previous tension gone and replaced with giddiness, (Y/N) and Pope helped John B get down from the roof and into the passenger seat of the Twinkie so he could rest his foot. JJ got the Twinkie tied to the Carrera's truck and climbed into the back, doing hand signals for Kiara once both cars were secured to one another. (Y/N) got in the back of the Twinkie, feeling a smile break out on his face when the van was slowly pulled out of the water and onto dry land. It sputtered a bit but with another try, it came back to life. JJ detached the cars from one another and got into the truck with Kiara, leading them back to Freedman's Church.

Getting out of the cars and heading up the stairs of the church, Pope and JJ pulled open the old wooden doors that looked ready to fall apart at any second. They were greeted by dust and rotting wood that creaked and groaned when they stepped on it. The paint on the walls had long chipped off, leaving only parts of it still painted white. Spider webs covered just about every corner and the podiums had been pushed aside, the old blue cushions on them covered in dust and dirt. The church seemed smaller on the inside.

"You're telling me Denmark Tanny hid the cross here?" JJ questioned with an arched brow.

"Makes sense if you think about it. He had to hide it somewhere he knew his son would find it but somewhere his enemies wouldn't. He built this place, right? He put the cross back in a church where it belonged. He hid it in his church. Most people wouldn't think of defiling a holy place either, so even if his enemies came looking, they wouldn't dare tear down a church."

"(Y/N)'s right, guys. It's gotta be here somewhere. We just gotta think about a good hiding spot for a cross that isn't too obvious but not too hidden either." Pope said, approaching the podium and searching around for any sign of the cross. The Pogues spread out across the church, looking for rickety wooden boards, looking in at the smaller rooms, and searching underneath the remaining furniture.

"What if we have to push a secret button or-or play, like, a certain chord, and then all of a sudden, the ground beneath us reveals the catacombs or something on which we stand?" JJ proposed, hovering his fingers over the small old web-covered piano and wiggling his brows. Kiara stared at him with knitted brows and rolled her eyes.

"Look, I can't see where they would hide a giant cross in here." John B admitted and braced himself against the wall, tucking his knee and keeping his foot off the ground. Pope shook his head, searching and combing the church more frantically.

"No, no, there's no way he would set us up on a freaking goose chase that would lead us to a church that has nothing!"

"Yes, I get it, Pope! I don't know what to tell you, man-"

"The clues led us here. The cross is in this church!" Pope replied, sitting down on one of the podiums and placing his arms over his knee, leg bouncing rapidly. His eyes snapped up to meet (Y/N). "Tell me everything you've said about the church again."

"Uh," (Y/N) licked his lips, glancing at the others and clearing his throat. "Denmark Tanny would've put the Santo Domingo cross in a church because it is a holy place, and if he were religious, he would've believed it was its rightful place. Moreover, he would've put it here at a church he built because he knew his son would be able to find it here easily while his enemies wouldn't because people back then were hyper-religious and wouldn't just tear down a church without facing-"

"They wouldn't be able to tear down the church," Pope repeated quietly, slowly rising up from his seat. "They wouldn't be able to tear down the church."

"Yeah... Are you okay?"

"They weren't allowed to tear down the church! Denmark knew that! He must've hidden it within the church, like inside the walls or-" Pope stared upward at the ceiling. (Y/N)'s brows furrowed and he craned his neck up, following Pope's gaze and noticing them immediately. His jaw nearly went slack at the sight of the two support beams on both sides of the church that were in the shape of two crosses. Wordlessly, Pope stepped toward (Y/N) and cupped his face, pulling his gaze away from the crosses to plant a kiss on his lips before he stepped back as (Y/N) blinked rapidly.

"Now... I need to get up there."

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