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evolvingchaoswitch · 8 months

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Rocketober: Day 6 Bounty Hunter

Rocket was expecting the bounty that he had taken to be an easy job, finding the person named on the paper and hauling their ass over alive to where they needed to go. Some jackass on Contraxia was paying a hundred credits to have this person returned to them, something about a huge debt owed, Rocket didn’t care he just needed some quick funds to secure a better ship to fly. He found her at the edge of Kree space on the planet Lamentis hiding out in a shack just outside of one of the bustling marketplace, Rocket's scanner was able to verify using biometrics that he had the right person; Opaline.

The sage green hood had kept most of her features covered but after Rocket had used his blaster set to stun to knock her out he was able to get a good look at her. Long strands of curly blonde hair curtained the fragile features that made up the girl's face, long lashes and full lips Rocket could only assume what happened to her on Contraxia. Rocket made sure to keep his bounty securely bound to the seat next to him as this tiny ship didn’t have a holding bay for prisoners, so this was going to have to do. His prisoner was silent so silently in fact that Rocket didn’t notice when she woke up and turned to be trapped in a set of brilliant vermillion eyes but Opaline didn’t say so much as a peep.

At first it didn’t bother Rocket, it was nice not to hear his bounty beg for their freedom but once the second day hit, knowing that there were still four days left in travel time, Rocket was beginning to crave some form of conversation. It took an impromptu fight with a bunch of space pirates (not Ravangers) who also tried to take his bounty before he heard Opaline speak in a voice more delicate than crystal.

“I appreciate you” Before something tumbled out of her mouth and onto the floor below as Rocket picked it up he could see that it was a pile of three units and when locking eyes with Opaline who looked terrified.

“Explain” Rocket’s voice was gruff, leaving no room for argument; he wanted to know what the krutracking flark was going on here!

“Every woman in the maternal family will have twins, always girls and the oldest set of twins gets what is referred to as a blessing. Each will end up having a set of words associated that when said cause certain effects?”

Rocket thought this sounded like bullshit but he still asked “Effects?”

Opaline took a moment to compose herself before continuing “We don’t know the words that are special till we say them, one twin will spit fortune the other food usually in the form of amphibians oddly enough”

Opaline looked over at Rocket, getting the immediate sense that he was seeing is believing type “La Peine” a medium sized moonstone tumbled from out her lips and onto the floor before Rocket.

“So you spit fortune then?” The head bobbed up and down quickly “I need time to think that over, get in the ship” Opaline complied she didn’t really have a choice otherwise.

A few hours after Rocket asked for more of her story, and why Contraxia wanted her back so badly it wasn’t a hard leap in logic they wanted their literal money maker back. Rocket’s face pinched into a deep scowl when he listened as Opaline described how much some of the glittering treasures hurt to pass, her voice was so soft after years of having her vocal cords ripped by sharp gems, and he audibly snarled when the implications of wanting to see how far Opalines biology could be shared to have the effects replicated.

Rocket hated losing out on the credits but even a piece of shit like himself couldn’t hand over a treasure like Opaline to those assholes.

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm of him picking up a few jobs here and there while Opaline worked her skills keeping the living spaces usable as well as making sure he ate. The problem was the amount of interested parties in Opaline's existence, she was well known as the galaxy's golden goose as the Terrans would say. Rocket neverminded the conflict but he could see as it began to wear on Opaline, guilt illuminating in those glittering eyes more each day. Rocket couldn’t explain the warm feelings that stirred within his gut when she looked at him, sometimes he found himself rambling to her just to hear her delicate laugh fill the dark corners of the ship.

It made complete sense to Rocket that they both kissed after sharing a bottle of Liquid Gold as they were forced to wait out an ion field storm before they could safely fly again. Rocket was curious to see how many jewels he could find exploring Opaline's body.

Eyes flushed so bright they glittered like twin Topazes.

Skin flushed pale pink like Calcite.

Lips that he kissed Ruby.

And a cunt flushed as brightly as Coral.

The greatest feeling of fortune was felt in her arms afterward as Rocket fell into a restful sleep but to his surprise when he awoke Opaline was nowhere to be found neither was his escape pod. Livid he pulled on his pants moving towards the Captains seat to start tracking her down when he saw a note.

Dear Rocket,

I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me. I’m too well known and they are never going to stop. It’s selfish and I’m so sorry that this is going to destroy you but please don’t close yourself off to the next person they might be everything I can’t be. I hope the gift I left you helps to soothe the wound a bit though I know that it won’t I wanted to try.

I care about you Rocket, you make me rethink the concept of my line ending with me but I know that’s what I need.

Goodbye <3 Opaline

Under the note was a pile that amounted to one hundred credits and one large azure blue stone that was the size of his fist and it looked like she had captured the sky for him; he wondered what word she used.

He wondered how she could be so stupid to think that he wouldn’t look for her.

Her mistake.

(Inspired by the French tale Diamonds and Toads) @raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur @rebel-21 @honeypleasesugar

#rocket raccoon #gotg rocket #Rocketober2023 #Fairytale #implied sa

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holystormfire · 3 months

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Matthew 18:21-35

"You must forgive not seven, but seventy-seven times"

Forgive Thy Brother,

Painting by Scott Erickson,

Oil on canvas,

2017

Gospel Reading

Peter went up to Jesus and said, ‘Lord, how often must I forgive my brother if he wrongs me? As often as seven times?’ Jesus answered, ‘Not seven, I tell you, but seventy-seven times.

‘And so the kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who decided to settle his accounts with his servants. When the reckoning began, they brought him a man who owed ten thousand talents; but he had no means of paying, so his master gave orders that he should be sold, together with his wife and children and all his possessions, to meet the debt. At this, the servant threw himself down at his master’s feet. “Give me time” he said “and I will pay the whole sum.” And the servant’s master felt so sorry for him that he let him go and cancelled the debt. Now as this servant went out, he happened to meet a fellow servant who owed him one hundred denarii; and he seized him by the throat and began to throttle him. “Pay what you owe me” he said. His fellow servant fell at his feet and implored him, saying, “Give me time and I will pay you.” But the other would not agree; on the contrary, he had him thrown into prison till he should pay the debt. His fellow servants were deeply distressed when they saw what had happened, and they went to their master and reported the whole affair to him. Then the master sent for him. “You wicked servant,” he said “I cancelled all that debt of yours when you appealed to me. Were you not bound, then, to have pity on your fellow servant just as I had pity on you?” And in his anger the master handed him over to the torturers till he should pay all his debt. And that is how my heavenly Father will deal with you unless you each forgive your brother from your heart.’

Reflection on the painting

The beauty of our Christian faith is that we know that God doesn't just forgive us only once or twice. Rather, he forgives us every time we go to him with purity of heart asking for forgiveness. It isn't as if each of us has been given a quota for a maximum number of times we can ask for forgiveness. So, if this is true of our relationship with God, it has to be true also of our relationships with others. We have to forgive our friends, took, and never refuse an offer of reconciliation. Forgiveness is not just reserved for our relationship with God but is also applicable in our relationships with our brothers and sisters.

Our painting by Scott Erickson is pretty self-explanatory and very powerful. A clear and poignant composition. In the distance we see the family house. The brother on the left is holding a bow: he is the one who had shot the arrows into the back of his brother. Yet is exactly that hurt brother who seeks a loving embrace... and he forgives.

When discussing the topic of forgiveness with friends, we often hear people say, 'I can forgive, yes, but I can't forget!' Forgiveness is a choice we make. It is not a feeling or an emotion. Forgiveness does not mean we simply forget about what happened or what someone did to us. Forgiveness means that we choose to try not to remember it. But of course it would be hard not to remember some things; dwelling on it, however, is another thing entirely. And therein lies forgiveness… not to dwell on the hurt caused by the other person, but simply to try to move on, making out best effort to love the person who hurt us.

Very often, forgiveness will remain an ideal towards which we strive; it often comes slowly, perhaps even a lifelong project. Yet, the more aware we become of ourselves as being graced by God’s boundless mercy, the freer we will become to forgive those who sin against us.

by Father Patrick van der Vorst

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eyelessgen-z · 1 year

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Part 2 of the story

Henroin is there father’s name and arckniss their younger sibling and then Angel and Molly are the twins the youngest of the family. Henroin was always proud of his eldest child even though he doesn’t express his emotions or compliments his first child. Henroin was always tough on his first child and was very harsh on them even when he did hear those awful screams he couldn’t ever see the child the same way those eyes that look dead when they look at him like they were seeing through his soul. Even though he wanted to just leave them with a good family he couldn’t because of his own selfishness and pride, he could never ever look his first child in the eyes because of what he did to them and how he just let his wife do whatever they wanted to their first child all those years alive. He knew he was a terrible person and father, he was always so angry and such an abuser of his own children and he could understand why he was in hell for what he did. Henroin had moments when he was with his eldest kid and just sat in silence with comfort aura around them when he was alone with them he did speak to them like some should even when couldn’t find the right words on why he was doing it but it was sorta a comfort for his kid. He would sometimes get them what they wanted or just write a short letter to them and put some stickers inside for them. When he got another child he noticed that his wife always seemed more happy because they would always leave his eldest in charge of their youngest child even though he wanted to yell at his wife for leaving them but he couldn’t with acceptance for his own mistakes and responsibilities. Over the many years he saw how his eldest always talked back to him and pointed out his mistakes and how he was never a good parent to begin with and that he and his wife should’ve known better than to have children if they couldn’t even stand one another. He never wanted to see what he had done to his own family and actions or the truth. When he and the rest try family talk even for a little it was something to keep them at least bearable. He always saw how his eldest dislikes others living being around them and didn’t trust anyone but still somehow got real and truth friends, he thought after everything that he did to them and his wife done to them that they would’ve give up but he saw them alive and fight for what they wanted and they weren’t going to let anyone boss them around or tell them how to act no matter who they were. When he got a letter from his eldest saying that they will be leaving the family on their own from now on and how they try everything on guiding them even in their debt yet they didn’t accept their effort to try to save them. What he regrets is the way he treated his own kids especially zelba his eldest kid since the beginning of there childhood all the way to their teenage years he was always so harsh more than his rest of his kids not saying that he was easy on them also but seeing on how zelba always protects their siblings and took care of them. He knows zelba likes like being an artist, a writer, photographer, singer, art crafter,food maker, clothes designer and planting even reading and knowledge alway to different languages. He never was ashamed of his eldest did for themselves or tried to help him or the rest of the family. The one thing he did say to them was “don’t be like me, look you have a better fucking heart then us. Now you know how shity we are but you should stop trying with us and go, you know better than any of us alright. You are you and we are who we are, that’s it.” Henroin knew he was never going anywhere nice the way he was living his life and how he knew that the only one who was going to heaven was the eldest and how they were going somewhere for their punishment. One thing he had to give was try for them after all but he died before he could change. IF ONLY HE KNEW. if only he tried for his family.

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin oc

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shinyflareon · 2 years

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I've been saying that I've been wanting to re-read the Yugioh manga for a while now and I finally started it last night so here are some details and such that I'd forgotten about from the first 5 volumes

The summary on the back of the first volume just says that the spirit possessing Yugi is "a master gambler from the time of pharaohs"

It seems like the setting was supposed to just be Tokyo for the first couple issues before getting changed to the fictional Domino City. However, the school that they all attend was always called Domino High School, which means when the time came to rename the city, the city was named after the school

Jonouchi became friends with Yugi after the Ushio incident after hearing Yugi call them his friends and get beat up trying to defend them, but Honda took a little bit longer to come around, probably because he was out cold. It's not until he asks Jonouchi for help asking out Miho and Jonouchi conscripts Yugi that Honda starts to become friends with Yugi and then Anzu

Literally the first thing we see Yugi and Jonouchi doing as friends is sharing porn videotapes with each other

Yugi mentions that Honda used to make him carry his stuff and buy dirty magazines for him

Honda's dog is female and not spayed, as he complains at one point that she's been driving him nuts because she's in heat

Honda is also a crack shot with guns, noting during a Death-T game about being able to shoot a 100 yen piece with a BB gun

Honda's also very tactical and strategically minded, just not really about card games

Though his home life is never elaborated upon, Honda does imply he had kind of a rough one, and would get so angry and wound up that he would just go around picking fights with random strangers or even beating up telephone poles, but also notes that the thing he really wanted to hit was himself

Jonouchi also confessed to bullying Yugi because his rough home life forced him to grow up quickly, and seeing someone like Yugi who existed without being "tough" made him angry at himself. He didn't start to like himself as a person until he decided to return the last piece of the Millennium Puzzle to Yugi and become his friend

Jonouchi's mildly money and fame obsessed to the point of declaring that he was going to become an Idol. He was even on a game show at one point. He won the grand prize due to a behind the scenes shadow game but unfortunately that same shadow game caused the producer to run onstage and scream about how much he hated poor working class people, so the company went under and Jonouchi never got his winnings

He wanted the money so that he could pay off his father's debts and liquor store tab and stop collections agents from coming after them, so that he and his father could "be a real family again"

Even during his bully/gang days, Jonouchi always treated the younger or newer members with respect and never picked on them, and never beat up anyone weaker than them, which Honda admired him greatly for

Jonouchi is scared of "creepy" or "spooky" things like ghosts or haunted houses but will overcome his fear for the sake of his friends if they're in trouble

Jonouchi hates ketchup

Anzu got fired from her job at Burger World after slapping a customer who touched her butt. She got a new job as an attraction operator for Kaibaland, getting put in the first stage of Death-T, but promptly quit on the spot when Yugi, Jonouchi, and Honda told her what was happening. Kaiba was angry that they'd accidentally hired one of Yugi's friends for the role

Yugi was invited out for basketball by the other guys in his class, but deflected the invitation to stay inside and try to solve the puzzle, rather than being overlooked or ignored

Sugoroku wanted to sell the Millennium Puzzle for lots of money but Yugi wouldn't let him

Yugi's diabetic. During Death-T, when Honda gets trapped and they have to leave him behind, he collapses trying to hold back the "other Yugi" from coming out and goes pale, clammy, shaky, and short of breath. Jonouchi panics and asks him if he needs his insulin

Yugi was aware from the start that ever since he solved the Millennium Puzzle there would be times where he would black out and lose his memory, but he didn't start to suspect "another Yugi" until Shadi brought it up, and kept it secret from Jonouchi, Honda, and Anzu out of fear that if they knew they wouldn't be his friends anymore and because he's afraid that he's turning in to someone he doesn't like or want to be

There is a perceptible change that happens when the "other Yugi" comes out beyond a change in voice, posture, and attitude, and anyone that's watching it happen will know that something is happening even if they're not sure what

The first time Yugi keeps his memories when the "other Yugi" comes out is at the end of Death-T when his friends assure him that they'll still be his friends even if he does have someone else inside him and Yugi vows not to be afraid of his "other self" anymore - but this means back at the museum when Shadi is mind-controlling his friends and killing "trespassers" that Yugi has no memory of how that whole thing was solved

Yami admits that even he doesn't know the true nature of the powers of the Millennium Puzzle but during the shadow games with Shadi he realizes and tells Shadi that the power of the Millennium Puzzle is the power of unity

The Kaiba bros have living relatives, those relatives just stole their inheritance and dropped them on the doorstep of an orphanage before speeding away

Seto was 10 and Mokuba was 5 when they were dumped at the orphanage

Kaiba stole Sugoroku's Blue Eyes White Dragon twice - once in his introduction, where he played a shadow game with Yugi (which is what inspired him to create his holographic tech in the first place), and once at the beginning of Death-T where he actually dueled Sugoroku for it in front of a crowd and won, subjecting Sugoroku to a terrifying "penalty game" with the holograms so bad it sent him to the hospital for heart surgery before he tore up the card

Jonouchi is the one who called the ambulance for Sugoroku and also called Hanasaki to stay with him in the hospital while Yugi and co went through Death-T

The other owners of the Blue Eyes White Dragon cards were an American, a German, and someone from Hong Kong. Kaiba "persuaded" them to sell him the cards via bribery, dealing with the mafia, and driving one of them to suicide, though he doesn't say which method he used on which previous owner

I forgot about the damn assassin, American military agents, and outright serial killer that Kaiba hired to be part of Death-T

Kaiba's butler is a master of torture techniques

KaibaCorp was always a toy and game company, even under Gozaburo

As of Death-T, Gozaburo adopted the Kaiba bros 6 years ago and flung himself out a window and died six months ago. This puts Seto at about 16/17 years old (it's unclear how long they were in the orphanage or when their birthdays are), and Mokuba at 11/12 years old

Mokuba was also quite the little shit pre-Death-T. After Seto's first duel with Yugi, he tries to avenge his brother by challenging Yugi to Capmon, which he loses and also gets a penalty game for. Mokuba also plays a Russian roulette game with poisoned food with Yugi and Jonouchi where he rigged a button to give them poison (which Yugi breaks) before challenging him to another game of Capmon before the duel with Seto at the end of Death-T

He was hurt that Seto bet on him to lose against Yugi during his stage, and Seto yelled at him that there was no such thing as brotherly love in the world of gaming

Seto tries to inflict the same penalty game on him that he did on Sugoroku, and a shocked Yugi returns to save him, prompting a change of heart

He describes Seto as having been possessed by some kind of demon of gaming after he cheated Gozaburo in the chess match to get them adopted, and was behaving that way to earn back his brother's love and approval

A flashback shot of Mokuba describing the education that Gozaburo put Seto through shows Seto studying while wearing a collar while Gozaburo held a crop under his chin (!!!!!)

Mokuba is the one who saved Honda from the room he was trapped in and called off the guards after Seto lost his second duel to Yugi

Kaiba doesn't see Exodia and get mind crushed until after his second duel with Yugi

Early Duel Monsters gave monsters with the ability to fly a % chance to evade incoming attacks from non flying monsters

Kaiba describes Summoned Skull as the strongest fiend-type monster and Gaia the Fierce Knight as the strongest warrior-type monster

Swords of Revealing Light only restricted the monsters that were on the field when it was summoned from attacking - if the opponent summoned new monsters, they'd be able to attack

Dark Magician makes its debut in this second duel against Kaiba but is barely on the field for a turn and just manages to kill one monster before getting stomped by one of Kaiba's Blue Eyes White Dragons

#yugioh #yu gi oh #ygo #manga reread

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angeltreasure · 2 years

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Hello Sister, this account is very beautiful and helpful. If it’s ok to ask, how did God speak to you and tell you what you should be. I have been praying for years for that answer. But during that time I have backslided, skipped praying, and reading the Holy Bible. I’m not proud about that. Since school is opening soon, and I am finished my secondary education, I need to know what God wants be to be, I read online that people said God allows us that choice. But a popular preacher named Derek Prince said that even the smallest decisions, like which way crossing the road , we should ask God. I feel so hopeless please pray for me, and if God speaks to you please tell me, I am listening

Hello there!,

Aww thank you. Don’t worry you can ask me anything. I went through a very similar path to you. Despite being a cradle Catholic, there were certain times in my life where I sprayed from taking it seriously too. I went for many years without reading the Bible and just relied on hearing readings from Mass. it wasn’t until I hot real low points I realized I couldn’t rely on myself. I think vocation is easy for some to realize but not so easy for others. It seems some people have it so easy and find the love of their life to marry, start a family, etc. The rest of us don’t know our true vocation until a later time. It is correct that God gave us free will to choose, because we can’t be forced into marriage or religious life, etc. Sometimes God calls us to a certain vocation when we “hear” His voice. Not a voice like speaking but one on your heart. A vocation is what we yearn in our heart. Keep in mind forever that God does not value one vocation more important than another. God will love you the same no matter what vocation you pick.

I thought of religious life about three times. -Once at 13, because I was inspired by the nuns who took care of one of my grandmas.

-Once at 26. I felt it was the best fit for me. I started researching many convents and narrowing things down.

-And lastly, at 28. I narrowed my interests down to two religious orders. I was very drawn to the Divine Mercy and Eucharistic Adoration and the Rosary.

Last year I came to a fork in the road about either joining religious life or moving our West with one set of parents. I knew being in debt and not being in the best health would not get me accepted into where I wanted to be. I chose to move our West to help that set of parents instead. I have, however, since this time, joined four different groups that allow lay persons to join (they are listed in my blog description). I have never had any luck with love unlike many girls from my age group in schools and jobs that I’ve met. I feel it won’t happen anytime soon, but I also see the many consequences of destroyed relationships. I am turning my interests of prayer, the Divine Mercy, and Eucharistic Adoration into a new way going forward to spread the Word of God- creating this blog is part of that.

Every decision we make, no matter how small, can affect the universe. That’s why it’s important to avoid sin as best you can and if you have sinned, go to confession right away. Don’t worry about the how or when your vocation will come. I worried for a long time but it was during this time of being restless, I learned to place my trust in God more and more. I encourage you to research online about vocations. It won’t cost you a thing to research. Take all the time you need and don’t jump into one right away without giving it thought. Sometimes we need to try a bit of a certain vocation by spending time with those who are in it. Ask them questions and see what your heart is drawn to best.

I will pray for you! May the Holy Spirit guide your heart to the best path. May God bless you.

#asks

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selfish-thunder · 16 days

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Request for Help

Hey guys. To remain compliant with AO3's policy terms and to keep them, me, or my fic from any trouble, I'm posting on here about this.

So, this is not only embarrassing but also extremely difficult and saddening on my part. Unfortunately, I don't have a chapter update for you, but I am reaching out publicly to ask for help. Please read this whole thing before you dismiss this because I am in seriously bad shape here and am rapidly running out of options.

To hear a fuller story, you're free to reach out to me personally. If nothing else, if any of you can share that around, it would be a huge help.

Here's the low down, and some of you who have been with me from the beginning know some of it. So, in short order over a span of a little over a year: covid hit, I lost my job, I lost my house, my mother got extremely sick (not with covid), my sister, her family, and I move in together to help take care of her and to financially support each other. Turns out my sister's husband is a complete asshat, and it was a very abusive home for the year I lasted there. Shortly after I moved out, my mother died, my dog died, and then my grandmother died right before Christmas. Both my mom and my grandmother were my two biggest maternal figures of my life, so you can imagine the blow. Add to it, I was just staying with a friend, was making shit money, and spiraled into a bad, bad depression.

That's why I was gone for a year lol. I tried to pick myself up and became roommates with another friend. We had grand plans to move to the city and start great lives. However, it didn't work out. Suffice to say that neither of us were who the other thought we were. It ended on friendly terms, and thankfully, we hadn't made the jump to the city or I would have been fucked, man.

Things were looking up from there, but my depression wouldn't go away. I ended up staying too long at that shit job, then moved to factory work, and now I'm working two fucking jobs day in and out. I'm burning at both ends, and it's just not enough to cover the bills I'm still paying off for those two horrible years, my mother's funeral and burial, not to mention medical bills.

Right now, I can't pay my rent. I can't afford food, and I've been struggling to get on food assistance. I can't pay my therapist or doctor. And now this month, thanks to coming to head with some of the earlier mentioned debt (ie, my mother's gravestone), I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to pay my electric and phone bill, let alone afford the gas to get to my second job. I was so, so close to getting ahead of everything, and I just can't get over that edge…

I want to make this very, very clear—this is not me soliciting in any way. That is to say, this is not in any way, shape, or form requesting payment for anything I do on here. It's just my way of trying to reach out to anyone wanting to help a dude out.

I do want you guys to know I have no plans on abandoning this fic. Just the other day, I made time to pick through chapter six, adding in an extra ghoul scene for you. Also, you guys are hilarious. I give you an awesome adventure into Muggle London with Draco sodding Malfoy, and you guys were just like "i love the ghoul!"

Don't blame ya. I love them too. Don't worry, I had originally planned on the ghoul having more scene time in this than canon. Anything creature related, you know Hellion's going to be all over it lol.

If you took the time to read all this, thank you. It's embarrassing, having to ask for help, but I'm officially at the begging strangers position. Please, please, help if you can, even if it's just a dollar or sharing this.

For anyone interested, my paypal is paypal@deanjharrison or https://www.paypal.me/deanjharrison

Or this one: https://www.gofundme.com/f/dean-and-pets-recover-financially

Thanks, you guys! I appreciate you just taking the time to read this.

#hp fandom #harry potter #harry potter fandom #hellion #not for profit #for food and bills bro

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jennaliz · 27 days

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NORA IS NOT NOSEY

“So, why did you move to Erkan?”

Nora had lost track of how many times she’s been asked that question. By her peers, family, hell even strangers, everyone seemed absolutely baffled and curious as to why she chose Erkan City of all places. Over the years, she’s garnered a few different answers in response: the fresh air, the job opportunities, experiencing the world without her parents looming over her shoulder, self-defense is allowed and actually encouraged by the general public, open carry laws so she always stays strapped, the fact that banks close at 4PM every day and never replace their cameras despite them obviously never working and the security being so lax due to pay cuts that they couldn’t tell the difference between a burglar and cat which leaves the banks absolutely vulnerable from the time they close to the time they open—but what does she know.

She knows how it looks. A bright, young, unassuming girl moving to Erkan, the city with the highest crime rate in the northern hemisphere, all on her lonesome. There isn’t a shred a sanity to make that kind of decision. Nora is aware of this and doesn’t shy away from this line of thinking. People underestimating her sanity has gotten her farther than she’d care to admit.

No, she moved to Erkan for college of all things. Why? Because no one in this godforsaken city has the balls to hound its citizens about their student-loan debt. A weird reason to have but considering that Nora doesn’t have a sustainable income because she decided to choose theatre as her future career, it’s valid. Plus, if she admitted defeat and asked her parents for help, they would never let her live it down. There’s always a hidden ulterior motive in their eyes behind all the welcoming arms, love-bombing, and “You’re the one we don’t worry about.” Needless to say, she refuses to lose to her parents. Her one tiny spark of teenage rebellion led her here, and now, she has to live with the consequences or die trying, literally.. much too literally.

Within the apartment complex she resided, Nora had lived and dealt with her neighbors enough to build a friendly enough rapport to not have to hear that dreadful question anymore. However, after the old lady, Mrs. Kim, passed away in the apartment right beside her, she had been dreading having a new neighbor to deal with. Nora would’ve been more hung up on her passing if not for the fact that Mrs. Kim took a certain amount of pleasure telling Nora she gained weight every time they saw each other. Rather, she found a sick sense of justice over Mrs. Kim dying while eating since she often told Nora to stop, but that’s a thought she’ll keep buried in her subconscious until her next therapy appointment. No, miss doctor, she does not have psychopathic tendencies. She’s just apathetic to those who’ve wronged her and that’s normal behavior.

Now, Nora wasn’t the nicest person by any means, as just shown. In public, she was as delightful as a rose: sitting in her own little corner, minding her business, and not talking to anyone if she can help it. In private, well, according to her friends and family, she was a sadistic little bastard who wouldn’t know the meaning of kindness even with a gun held to her head. Nora refuted those claims, but she also couldn’t prove them wrong. A true conundrum if you will. All that is to say, Nora prided herself on her abilities to maintain strict boundaries and everyone on her floor understood that to a certain degree; a complete stranger moving in offered too many variables that she did not want to deal with.

But the universe ignored her pleas as it tended to often do, and her new neighbor arrived within the following week. In the apartment floor’s groupchat, everyone seemed a bit miffed at the speed Mrs. Kim was forgotten and replaced, but no one was actually close enough to her to truly bother defending her honor. With this person’s arrival came the question Nora so desperately wished people would stop asking, “So, why did you move to Erkan?”

Annoyingly enough, the man actually had a genuine answer that didn’t change or vary no matter who asked or when. Nora hadn’t talked to the man herself, but the groupchat was constantly buzzing with every new thing learned about him. At every notification, she even grew paranoid at the thought that they did this to her when she first moved in, and with that thought, she muted the chat and ignored it ever since.

In this time of him settling in, Nora had adamantly refused to leave her apartment for any reason. Despite her friends accusing her of avoiding him, specifically, she claimed that it was in fact due to an upcoming test in her psychology class. Yes, the test was a month from now, but it’s never too late to study. Considering how she holed up in her apartment for weeks, Nora hadn’t had the time to even exchange pleasantries with the guy. That is, until now, when her midnight cravings couldn’t wait any longer.

***

As she stood in the convenience store located a block down from her apartment, contemplating between powdered or chocolate-covered donuts, a hand reached around her and made the choice for her. Without hesitation, she was quick to turn and glare at the offender. Met with blue eyes and scruffy black hair, her focus was locked onto the donuts.

“Oh, sorry. Were you wanting these?” A soft, yet deep voice came from the man standing beside her.

Her gaze traced to man’s hands to his face. Noting his puppy-dog eyes and slight pout, her eyes narrowed in slight annoyance. “I was thinking about it,” she scowled. An unwilling pout found itself on her lips.

The man seemed to hold back a laugh saying, “Well, I can always put them back, and wait?” He quirked an eyebrow at the suggestion.

Nora sighed. “No. It’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry about it.” Reluctantly, grabbing the chocolate-covered donuts, she silently moped knowing she wouldn’t even want to eat them until it was way past the expiration date.

As Nora stepped back, to head to the counter, the man followed to her annoyance.

“Have I seen you somewhere before?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “If that’s the line you use on every girl you see, you’re gonna have to try a bit harder.” Turning around, she looks into his face looking for any kind of recognition before ultimately finding none.

Giving her a smirk, he says, “First of all, I don’t say that to every girl I see, only the pretty ones. Second of all, I have seen somewhere before. You live in the apartment next to me, Room 302, right?”

Fuck. Internally groaning, Nora feels her eye start twitching. Now, I have to be nice to this dick. She smiles at him trying not to show the obvious strain beneath it. “Oh yeah! I remember now. You’re the guy who wakes me up at 4AM every day!” Nora exclaims in mock surprise.

The guy at least has the capacity to look sheepish and avoids looking at her blatant call-out. “Yeah, that’s my bad, but hey, isn’t this the first time you’ve left your apartment in weeks? Everyone else on our floor keeps saying how worried they are about you, but considering I hadn’t seen you around yet, I was beginning to think you were a product of a mass hallucination.”

Touché, bitch. The fake smile slides off her face as her natural scowl returns. Dead eyes stare deep into his. “Ya’ know, you’d be a lot more attractive if you just didn’t talk.”

The bags under his eyes seemed to highlight under the blinking/half-dead overhead lights. “When’s the last time you even talked to someone outside of your own head?”

Ending the slew of obviously loving compliments, Nora walked away to purchase her bag of chocolate donuts in peace. However, her peace did not last as long as she had hoped as her neighbor had slightly longer legs than her average ones. Damn these genes. Why couldn’t my dad be Michael Jordan or Shaquille O’Neil or Christian Bale or—

“Hey!” he called.

“Hey,” Nora sighed accepting her fate, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“Ha, ha,” he jokingly laughs. “Ya’ know, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

Snickering to herself, she couldn’t help but reply, “How could you? I didn’t throw it.”

“Funny. A real comedian, you are. Seriously, though, what’s your name?”

“Nora,” she answers.

He pauses waiting for her to continue. When she doesn’t, he prompts her to fill in the blank. “Nora...?”

“Just Nora, nosey.” she snorts. “You don’t get full name access until you’ve reached permanent friend status.”

He pouts, “Are we not friends?”

Nora doesn’t bother with a response and instead just looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

He sighs, nodding, “Fair,” before perking back up at her. “Don’t you want to know my name?” he grins mischievously.

Humming, she replies, “No, not particularly.”

“Too bad!” he teases. “I’m Dick, Dick Crowne.” A look of expectancy spreads across his face as if awaiting her reaction.

She blinks, processing. Scrunching her face, she asks, “Who names their child ‘Dick’? Like, did your parents hate you or something? They really set you up with that one.” Shaking her head in disappoint, she almost misses the look of complete elation on his face. The look is gone faster than she can memorize it.

Coming up on the door of their shared apartment complex, Dick holds it open for her. “I think we’re gonna be great friends, Nora,” he genuinely smiles at her as she sidesteps pasts him.

Making her way past the broken elevator, she heads up the stairs one step at a time calling back, “We’re not friends!”

“Yet!”

#short story #original content #my ocs #new adult #insults as a love language #donuts #mild swearing #jeliza

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This is my Great Grandmother Effie Leona Pentecost Akridge, raising a roast beside her husband, my Great Grandfather Robert Hugh Akridge, at their 60th wedding anniversary party. Granny Effie passed in 2012 at the age of 95. Papa Bob held on until 2021 when he passed at the age of 99.

When Papa was 93, he went to dinner with his son, Bobby Akridge, my biological grandfather. He unfortunately choked and aspirated some of his food, rendering him unable to swallow. He lived for 6 years on a feeding tube. My mother, Pam, had been taking care of him and Granny for as long as I could remember. She ensured that their lawn was mowed and clean, their groceries purchased and put away, and took them both to doctor appointments. It made sense, with them living so close down the road, and their only living children much farther out.

With Papa now on a feeding tube and needing round-the-clock care, his son stepped in to "care" for him. While Bobby did the care tasks as he should, he did not show any care for his father in his remaining years. During visits, Bobby would often talk disrespectfully toward or about my Papa with the excuse that he couldn't hear or see well enough for it to bother him. Later, we would find out that he had been stealing money from Papa's accounts to pay his debts. My mother tried to convince Papa to take some action to protect his assets, but being a traditional man, he chose to leave everything to Bobby, as their only living child. His sister Linda followed Granny in death in 2014.

As we predicted, when Papa passed, Bobby attempted to take as much as possible from it. My mother was able to keep one account out of his hands, most of which was used to create a debt payment plan in order for my mother to attempt to purchase their home. (Another part, she sent to me to pay off my car when my family hit financial struggle, with the agreement to pay it back to her in full.) My mom genuinely wanted to keep that home and live in it for the rest of her life, when it would be passed onto another caring family member who wanted it. We had no legal power in this situation as only Bobby was named in the will.

Just last night, my father called me and during the span of the call, he informed me that Bobby had sold their beloved house on Arcadia Circle. In doing so, he also sold off their belongings, many of which were full of sentimental value. My mother had requested Granny's rings, all of which were given to her as gifts by Papa, and her shell collection from their travels. She had also informed me that her sister, Kelly, wanted the kitchen stool that they had used as kids to help Granny cook. I had also wanted to copy and preserve their photo slides from their travels.

Unfortunately, he's blocked the entire family, including my brother and I, who have never attempted to butt in or hold him accountable.

Today, I'm choosing to hold him accountable for the elder abuse he carried out, as well as appeal to the #thrifting and #secondhand communities in north Alabama. I am primarily seeking in the Arab area in Marshall County, but I have no record of where these items have gone or if Bobby has kept any. We have no way of finding out. We are asking for help in recovering these items and I am personally willing to buy them back in order to return them to my family.

William Robert "Bobby" Akridge of Canton, GA. You are a thief and a coward.

In 2011, just one year before your mother died, you let her live without power while your daughter rushed to Tennessee through storm damage and gas shortages to get her husband to MEPS to swear in. We brought them back a generator when you didn't lift a finger. Your daughter took care of them when they needed help. You only stepped in to squeeze as much money from your father as you could. I'm ashamed to know I share blood with you. You are not our family, and your actions over the years have proved that.

For those who are willing to help, I will attach whatever images I can. We are searching for pieces of a large shell collection, and a vintage Costzon kitchen helper stool in yellow. The images I currently have are low quality, and I wish I had better, but I am working with what I have from Colorado on a wild goose chase happening in Alabama.

If you are in the North Alabama region and frequent secondhand shops, thrift stores, or anywhere a greedy old bastard could take a bunch of curios to sell. They would likely have been sold locally, though some may have been taken back to Georgia. I'm contacting other family members to find out what items to request help in searching for in addition to the ones above. There were a handful of furniture items in the house that had also been built by Papa as well.

We have no idea where the projector slides are, if they were kept by him or sold. They would have been the type to fit a slide projector circa 40s to 50s, I will confirm with more info when I have it. Papa and Granny took photos along their travels after WWII before they settled down to have a family. Papa served in the Navy after being drafted.

I am just an illustrator living in Colorado with my USMC husband and 5-year-old daughter at Peterson SFB. If you are in the area and wish to help us in this quest, these items could be anywhere within the secondhand and thrifting network. I've been asking friends to call theirs and enlist as much help and grapevine gossip as I can find, with my local friends as my proxy. I mean it with my whole heart when I say that I will personally pay to back back any that are found in order to return them to my family.

Granny and Papa lived at 385 Arcadia Circle, Arab AL, 35016. The house was sold in May of 2023 and will be demolished for a subdivision. The items we seek were likely sold from the house or in the surrounding areas, most likely by William Robert "Bob" Akridge, pictured below with my then 1-year-old daughter.

Bob, the coward who sold a bunch of sentimental items under his own daughters' noses and sold the beloved family home to be demolished. This man valued money more than his own family's attachments to his own parents. My brother has no solid memories of him, and I have only two before these visits at Papa's before we PCS'd to California. None of those memories are pleasant. I hadn't even recognized him when he greeted me at his mother's funeral. He always had a habit of showing up at odd times, tried to impress folks around him and flirted shamelessly with nurses rather than caring for his father.

I would have loved to have discussed this politely, but you chose to block the entire family.

#alabama #Marshall county #arab alabama #thrifting in alabama #secondhand #please share #please reblog #anything helps

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bnhabadass · 3 years

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Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?” Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

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"So uhhhh can I finally ask why my parents were in a debt—" You are cut off because the guy named 'Koko' glared at you. And you took it as a signal to stop.

You find his name 'Koko' funny, reminds you of Coco movie of Pixar. Though you won't tell him, he may just snap. Because in his words you have been annoying him from the past half hour.

"Shut up. I'm not answering any questions. If you really want to know, ask our Boss." He groaned after he saw your deadpanned look.

"Well if you want me to shut up, and you won't tell me anything, then just take me to your boss!" You grumbled. Mumbling a half baldy, which he thankfully didn't hear, or he would have probably snapped. He has less patience, you would take note of it.

"Fine! God give me patience! I will take you. Don't blame me if you die." He trailed off, you can almost hear how he despised this, but whoever the boss is, he may just not be able to defy him.

You tried to remember the faces of each 7 men, and tried to think who could be the boss. There was this one, simple black clothes, and platinum hair, with a tattoo on the back of his neck. He seemed authoritative. But there was also this one guy who was big and didn't speak anything. He is called 'Mochi' by the 'Ran' person. A cute name for a scary guy. These two were the top candidates for position of 'boss' in your mind.

You are snapped out of your thoughts when the choco guy (a nickname for Koko, in your mind only) pushes a door open and shoves you inside. And then straight up leaves without even glancing at you. How rude.

You thought you would see the Mochi guy but instead he, the one in plain black clothes was the boss. He is shorter than anyone here. Maybe you shouldn't say anything related to that. What if he turns out be like Edward from an anime you watched before.

"What." It was not a question, he is daring you. Daring you to answer. Fuck, he is scary. Maybe you should have asked someone else other than this, monster in front of you. How can you fuck up in many different ways? Someone should learn that from you.

"Soooo...." you trailed off. This guy is scary. He tilted his head, almost urging you to continue, but he still had that stoic and unnerving look on his face. You can feel your breath hitch in your throat. And he sees it. In flash of a second you can see he is enjoying it.

"Why am I here? I will have you know I'm a human— that's a crime....." you mumbled the last part. Clearly, these men knew that. And the tattoo they have. It's something you have seen on the television before. 'Bonten' it was, Bosozoku to organized crime syndicate. Dangerous.

"Well, we don't want you here too. Blame your family, Sanzu used to deal for them. But they were in too much debt. So that's the surface of it. Leave my office now." Well what a good summery.

It was because of some drugs. Seriously, how shitty. Do you have any good words to describe your situation anymore?

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess.

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help.

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed.

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!”

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this.

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.”

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.”

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.”

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missluckycharms · 3 years

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What is grief, if not love persevering?

Anon asked: heyyy! i love your writing sm💕 can you write angst please? make it hurt☹

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Summary: in which Harry is a single Dad due to losing his wife five years ago just shortly after their little love was born. Y/N has been there through it all. Harry has a rough night filled with whiskey and tears for his late wife.

A/N: this one is full of Angst and light hearted jokes to not get you too sad … sorry in advance, it’s a real tear jerker. Enjoy!!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, talks of alcohol and drug abuse, talks of depression and very low mental health, curse words.

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Five years.

It’s been five years since the passing of Myla Styles, the woman who granted Harry a wish he always wanted, the woman who loved him beyond all the galaxies and the woman who never saw any wrong in anyone, not even the worst of people, she always used to say “deep down, their heart is just aching” and Harry always admired that about her, she always looked on the positive side of life.

She held that same attitude as he held her hand in the hospital room, her fragile and pale body laying on the white bed as she peered up at him, oxygen tube in her nostrils and too many machines to count hooked up to her body, she was a shell of a woman, but she still had a heart of gold, the same hear Harry fell in love with when they were sixteen years of age. He hated seeing her this way, especially when their nearly one week old baby was resting in his other arm, fast asleep as her Mum clung to every bit of life she had left, but not once did her smile fade.

It all happened so fast, one day she was pushing life into the world and eight days later her life was being taken out of this world. There was complications with birth, the doctors and nurses finding undiagnosed ovarian cancer in her ovaries when they had to send her in for an emergency c section. Myla confessed she felt off, her body didn’t feel right, but she knew if something was seriously wrong, she wouldn’t risk the life of her baby getting treatment, she would rather her baby live over her. Doctors and nurses tried their best, trying to refer her to new hospitals to get stronger chemo if she wanted, but Myla refused, she told them to let her go, she was tired and she couldn’t stick around long enough to see if these treatments would work — she knew she was dying but Harry refused to believe it.

The day she left, was the day Harry felt like his whole world stopped, like the curtains were shut and he was left in a dark room with no way out. He promised Myla he would do his best to take care of their love, who they named Honey. He was dealing with the loss, Honey taking his mind off it a little and giving him reasons to pull himself from bed even on the days when he wanted to lay around and wallow in his own darkness — she pulled him out of those days, but two months later it all came crashing down on top of him.

He slipped into a wrong mind set, immediately knowing that Honey had to be taken away from him because he was living in fear he would hurt her, one day he woke up and he looked at her and just cried, he held her and he felt nothing, he didn’t even sympathise with her when she would cry for food, he felt nothing towards Honey and this scared him, terribly. Anne, his Mum took Honey in, letting Harry to relax and blow off some steam and get some help, his and Myla’s family all agreeing and saying he needed help and it wasn’t something to be ashamed about — he just lost his wife, they can’t lose him either.

Harry took the wrong route of clearing his mind and getting help, he found his therapy at the end of a bottle and a line of cocaine. He slipped into an endless spiral of week long benders and debts for drug money along with risking losing his home due to him quitting his high up job at his Fathers Law firm, he completely crashed and burned, he couldn’t live without her, he couldn’t stop his mind racing and the only way for it all to stop, and let him feel numb — was when he was drunk and high, passing out in every room of his home and in his garden, the neighbours finding him sometimes in their yard in a mess. They were the ones who got him help, they called up his family and they all rushed him off in an ambulance to get him sober and conscious again. Here is where he made the decision to sign himself into rehab, accepting the help the hospital offered and a few months later, he was out and clean, he stayed with his Mum until Honey turned one and that was the year Harry found his smile again, found his life and purpose again.

Looking back now, he doesn’t know how he ever made himself believe it was Honeys fault Myla was no longer here, he doesn’t know how he’s even alive because of all the drugs and alcohol he ingested every single night for three months solid, but he knows why everything turned around, it was his Angel looking down on him, guiding him and kicking him in the ass to get up and look after their little love, just like she asked him to do before she left, always look after himself and Honey.

It’s been five years since her passing, Harry is doing better than ever, he started working for his Dad’s company again and now he’s the president of the law firm, alongside his Dad who is the CEO, Harry being second in command and then being the CEO when his Dad retires from the firm. They kept their family home, even if it was just the two of them, they loved the home and it still felt like Myla was living here, her makeup still tucked away in her unused vanity in Harrys bedroom and her favourite paintings still hung up around the home. Harry even hired a nanny, she has been working for him for two years now, she’s even working alongside Harry in his office being his receptionist during the day and she’s Honeys afternoon and night nanny when she’s done in work and Honey is home from school.

Y/N is Honeys nanny, she takes care of the little lady and feeds her daily, even taking her to the playground and to the movies when Honey asked her could she go. She would do anything for Honey and Honey loved her endlessly, she loved the way she would allow her to eat sneaky chocolate bars after dinner every now and then and how she would always play dollies with her, kneeling down on the floor of the den and playing with the small girl until they were both in fits of laughter. Harry also adored Y/N, her passion for her job at the law firm along with her passion for looking after Honey is something he admires, she never once complains about being exhausted even though he can tell when she is, she didn’t have to think twice when Harry offered her the job as Honeys nanny, she knew the little one from her being in the office every now and then, and Honey was instantly drawn to her, the way she was so kind and the way she cared for Honey.

Tonight is a hard night for Harry, it’s Myla’s death anniversary and he’s been having a bad day, his mind racing and his heart breaking all over again, but this time he’s stronger, he’s able to power through until he could be alone and just let his emotions go, have a glass of whiskey and just cry a little flipping through old photo albums — he does this every year on her anniversary. Honey is tucked up in bed and he’s sat alone in the den on the sofa, the photo albums on his lap and his hand clutching a small glass of whiskey as he sips on it flipping through many photos from their wedding and from when they were teens and drunk in love in high school — so many memories can be attached to one person, and Harry knew one day they would be memories, but he didn’t know it would be so soon.

“Honey is fast asleep, left her door cracked open so she can shout if she- Harry? Are you okay?” Y/N stops suddenly, her eyes landing on her boss who was hunched over a photo album on the sofa, curtains drawn and the only light coming from a lamp beside a framed wedding photo of him and Myla on the table by the sofa.

“Yeah, thanks for putting her to sleep” Harry says weakly, not turning around which alarms Y/N, she’s seen him like this last year, she let him be as she was only new to it, but this year she’s determined to sit with him all night if he needs — he needs to have some company.

“That’s you?” She asks sitting next to him, Harry not moving or telling her to leave, he accepts her company as she looks down at the photo his eyes are laid upon — two teenagers at a party.

“Yeah, m’hair was a curly mess” he says with a low laugh, looking over the photo of a seventeen year old version of himself, smiling cheekily clutching a red solo cup and Myla wrapped under his other arm holding him around his waist, both their smiles wide and cheeky and their cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol in their bodies.

“I think it looks cute, pitty it’s not as curly now” she says with a light laugh, watching as his ring clad fingers turn the page, taking a sip from his whiskey as he goes.

“This was our prom, she made me wear a pink fucking bow tie — absolutely hated it” he laughs, the crinkles by his eyes evident as Y/N laughs along, looking down at the curly headed teenager in a black suit, white shirt and a bright pink bow tie, matching Myla’s floor length dress next to him, a shawl over her shoulders matching as the corsage around her wrist match the pink of her dress also.

“She hated that dress a year later, she was packing up for college and I was helping her when she found it, immediately burst out laughing” he says laughing loudly, remembering back at the memory he has, Y/N beside him happy at how joyful he sounds speaking of the memories.

“Oh here we go, Frat boy Harry!” Y/N says with a loud laugh, pointing down at a shirtless twenty year old Harry, backwards cap on his head and “Myla’s Bitch!” Wrote on his stomach in paint, two beer bottles in his hands and Myla on his shoulders cheering with her hands up in a red bikini, matching his swimming trunks and baseball cap.

“Some of the best years of m’life, raging parties and no more curfews, we were two hormonal teens absolutely smitten for one another” he says shaking his head with a laugh, his eyes bright as he flicks them over the photos ranging from Harry dancing, Myla being pushed into the pool by him and Harry passed out with a mustache drawn on him with Myla next to him holding the marker with a bright smile mid laughter.

The book is filled with their college days, to their graduation day from college, their photo in their first apartment, Harry on his first day of work and Myla on hers. They took photos of small things, but at the time they meant the world to them, they were milestones in their lives and they never wanted to forget them. Harry is forever grateful that Myla had an obsession with photography, otherwise he wouldn’t have these to look back on and hopefully show Honey one day what her Mum was like, even if she’s drunk and half naked in some of them at college parties.

Harry and Y/N are in fits of laughter, tears falling from their faces as Harry explains every single memory behind each photo, one photo containing a memory of Myla at her bachelorette party, Harry coming out as a stripper and giving her a lap dance as she slaps his ass and throws money all over her husband — that one will definitely not be shown to Honey. Harry is like a whole different person when he speaks about her, his laugh becomes louder and his eyes become brighter, he even ditched his whiskey after one glass to speak about his late wife, Y/N looking at him with pure amazement and proudness of how far he’s come, how he pulled himself from a hard time and carried on life for the sake of his baby girl. He’s truly inspirational in her eyes.

“It should be easier than this by now, right? Like I shouldn’t be still grieving” he says when their laughs and stories come to a stop, their eyes hooded with sleep and faces hurting from laughing.

“What is grief, if not love persevering? You were both childhood sweethearts, you’ve loved her since you can remember and you always will, she’s your whole world, of course you’ll still grieve her, you still love her, and that’s okay” Y/N blurts out, her words quick as she blabs on while Harry watches her, a smile on his face as she explains and accepts his feelings.

“Never knew you were Shakespeare” is all he says, she rolls her eyes laughing, slapping his bicep a little as he shuts the album, tucking it away in the drawer again before turning his focus back onto Y/N beside him.

“Seriously though, never tell yourself you’ve been grieving for too long, it’s okay to grieve and cry yourself to sleep some nights, I get that, I do. You lost a person who made you who you are, but don’t forget, you still have a little one that will need you to be the person who makes her who she is”

Harry thinks she’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s so empathetic towards everyone and anyone. She has a heart of gold and she will never let anyone explain hers or anyone else’s feelings for them, she always allows people to express who they are, heck, one night she brought Harry to a gym after hours, explaining how her brother is a trainer there and he gave her the keys on the condition that she does his laundry for a month, she let Harry rage out and punch the shit out of a punching bag one night because he was so upset. She cheered him on and he was smiling as he was punching towards the end, she helped him release the emotions that built up and would of lead him back down a dark path.

She’s been an Angel sent from above, he knows Myla sent her to him because of how much they’re alike, Harry knows for sure they were sisters in a past life, their kind hearts and understanding natures alike but they have their differences, Myla was very out spoken and loved to party but Y/N is reserved and would rather stay inside with a hot chocolate and her crosswords while watching TV, but that’s another thing that Harry finds fascinating about her, she’s younger than him by eight years, when he was her age he was partying.

“Thank you Y/N, I needed this tonight” he says with a smile, her own smile on her face as she nods leaning over to rub her hand over his in a comforting manner, the pair looking at one another as they soak in their presences.

“It’s getting late, I should go” she says realising it’s nearly midnight, Harry and her need to be in work tomorrow morning and Harry has to wake up to get his little lady ready for school also. He gets a bit saddened when she says this, he secretly wants to hear more of her own college years and her own prom much like he told her earlier.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow” he says with a smile, watching as she gathers up her bag and throws it over her shoulder, car keys now in her hand as she smiles at him once more before heading for the den door. She pauses and looks back at him, his eyes meeting hers as they hold contact for a few seconds before she speaks up.

“See you tomorrow, Harry”

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Please wrote more surrogate fics please . could I request one with SakuAtsu or could you just start a series on these. If you'd me comfortable with that. That on IwaOi surrogate fic brought me so much joy. I can't even describe it.

oh my goodness i’d love to!!! it makes me so happy knowing you liked it cause like,,, idk why it’s just special to me :) also im so glad you asked for sakuatsu bc these two ships are basically my favorite jhfgbsj. and yesyes i’d love to have a mini series with like little scenarios of each ship <333

this was insanely long. like insanely.

content warning; artificial insemination, pregnancy, haikyuu manga spoilers, gay people being happy idk

being iwaoi’s surrogate

BEING SAKUATSU’S SURROGATE

↬ it took forever to even get them together, so with a duo as indecisive as them, it’s imaginable how long the decision to raise a child together took. it took a long, long while for that transition from enemies to lovers to be final, and even then, they hadn’t realized how serious their relationship was until they were off getting married and then suddenly wanting a child?

↬ it was something atsumu brought up out of the blue, just casually as they sat side by side on the couch. “wouldn’t it be nice if we raised a child together?” and it stuck with sakusa ever since. he didn’t know why he was obsessively thinking about it as much, but it’s all he could think about. literally. anytime he so much as thought about atsumu with a child, and a child of their own too, his stomach did a thousand and one flips. sakusa was never the biggest fan of children, and he knew that neither was atsumu. but, this would be different, wouldn’t it? Still, he tried to remind himself of the cons; they were pro-athletes, they didn’t have time, they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility, were they even ready for something like that? somedays it was too tiring to take care of themselves, of each other. were they ready to be responsible for a whole life, someone dependent entirely on them? it seemed too— unrealistic. like something he could only hope to dream about, and just dream about.

↬ until he thought of atsumu with a little kid, a spit image of either one of them, sitting on his lap, giggling and laughing and squealing in glee. and so he decided, there will always be cons, he just has to see if the pros outweighed them. and honestly, they did. they were pro-athletes, sure, but that also meant they were financially stable, and could provide for a child, properly. they were mature now, knew each other very well, and had adapted to living with one another. they had family and friends all around. the kid would for sure grow up loved and cared for, and him and atsumu would add another person to their family. it really seemed like a dream, but this time, an attainable one.

↬ so as he ate dinner with his lover, he blurted out, “let’s raise a child together,” and atsumu honest to god choked on his food. he asked sakusa if he was serious, if he meant it, if this was real, and sakusa’s answer was yes to every single one of his question. yes, he was serious; yes, he meant it; yes, this was real. as real as can be.

↬ they both already knew they wanted a surrogate, and it didn’t matter who was the father. so long as the child was theirs.

↬ finding a surrogate was, well, a pain, to put it into perspective. sakusa was so picky about the “requirements,” if you will, and atsumu was suspicious of every single woman, it was kind of ridiculous really. he just “didn’t trust that they wouldn’t run away with the baby!” in his words. atsumu suggested sakusa’s older sister, which seemed perfect in his head, but sakusa refused, claiming it was 1. extremely weird, and 2. he doubted she’d say yes, with her own life to handle.

↬ and it finally, finally, came to atsumu: he could always just ask, well, you. he had met you during his college years, and since then, he’d been coincidentally crossing paths with you ever since then, and you’d even managed their msby jackals team at some point. it was weirdly ironic how he’s coming back to you, kind of like fate.

↬ so he suggested it to sakusa, and for once, the latter didn’t really have any way to object, except, “what if this inconveniences her?” other than that, you were the perfect candidate. they knew you well, trusted you, knew they could rely on you. and atsumu was sure you wouldn’t run with the baby. with regards to the inconvenience part, well, they could always just deal with that when the time came.

↬ they invited you over for some breakfast two days later, after they’d thought about it properly, endlessly, and figured you were their best option. it was weird seeing them so nervous when you first arrived, like they were breaking up with you or something. atsumu barely ate with how nauseous he felt, and sakusa spent the entire time watching you eat instead, hands fidgeting and legs shaking. it was really weird, but you didn’t bring it up, letting them take their own time to tell you whatever it was they wanted to tell you, because obviously, they clearly had something to say.

↬ after breakfast, you sat in their living room, just watching the tv quietly, until sakusa offered to get you some water. you weren’t really thirsty, but you agreed anyways, unsurprised to see atsumu rise from his own seat a minute later with a, “be right back,” as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear them bickering and whisper-yelling, and if you weren’t starting to grow as nervous as they were, you would’ve had it in you to laugh. they returned looking like they were bearing the most daunting of news, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to you. atsumu’s hands were sweaty and intertwined tightly together, while sakusa tried to remain as composed as possible. it seemed like the dark haired man would speak up, finally, parting his mouth with a deep breath.

↬ but it’s atsumu that blurts out, “please have my baby!— our baby. please have our baby.”

↬ honestly, your first response was to laugh, in disbelief, as you clutch your glass of water. but then you see their faces — god they looked so goddamn scared — and you realized that, they were really serious. they really wanted you to carry their baby for them. holy shit?—

↬ you were mostly speechless after that, stuttering as you ask them to please explain, you’re honored but are they are, have they thought about this? properly? in depth?

↬ to your surprise, they really knew what they were doing. they’d done their research, and thought about a million other options before deciding that you were the best one. they also repeatedly told you that you didn’t have to do this, and that they didn’t want to guilt-trip you into doing it either. they wanted you to say yes only if you yourself wanted to say yes, and if this wouldn’t negatively affect you or halt your life in any way. you were the one that was going to be carrying the baby anyways, weren’t you? at the end of the day, this was all about you.

↬ you asked them for time to think about it, and reminded them that it wasn’t a no. you just wanted to make sure you were making the right decision whichever that ended up being. a few days later, you call them, asking them to meet up one way or another, and atsumu’s even more nervous than he was asking you; not even sakusa’s gentle lips to his temple or large hands soothingly rubbing at his back or his kind words could help him. sakusa himself was insanely anxious. in his head, it seemed like your ‘no,’ would finalize everything. that it would really mean no hope in having a child of their own, their very own.

↬ you invite them over to your home, and the kettle is already boiling when they arrive. you make them tea and make small talk if only to delay the inevitable. but, to each of their surprises, you take a deep breath and say, “i’d be honored to carry your baby for you,” with the brightest, warmest smile. sakusa has to bite his inner cheek to will himself to not cry, because he can’t believe you said yes. you agreed. you’re going to carry their baby. him and atsumu were having a baby.

↬ atsumu doesn’t stop himself from throwing his arms around you, collapsing on top of you in tight hug that you kind of can’t breathe, but you let him, and you laugh when he thanks you for saying yes, that he’ll “be forever in your debt.”

↬ it’s the happiest you’ve seen either of them.

↬ when you’re done with the process of insemination (of course, atsumu does joke that the three of you should go the natural way and have a threesome, to which he earns a smack from his lover and a smack from you, at the same time), the three of you just have to wait, really. it’s the longest period of waiting you’ve ever had to do, but you try to be patient, as patient as you can be. when you wake up one morning and throw up, you look at your period tracking app to see if maybe you were pms’ing. except, you weren’t. you were late. like a good three weeks late.

↬ immediately, you’re booking a doctor’s appointment. you wait to tell sakusa and atsumu after confirming your suspicions, because you don’t want to raise their hopes up for nothing. they’ve already been swimming in a pool of doubts ever since the insemination, calling you everyday to check up on you and ask for any progress. when the doctor confirms your pregnancy — holy shit you were pregnant — the first thing you do is go over to their house. you know it’s not the best idea to show up unannounced, but with how long they’ve been waiting, and how much they’ve been wanting this, the more and more you fed into it, you couldn’t wait any longer to tell them. you arrive, and the moment sakusa opens the door for you, you gasp out, “i’m pregnant.”

↬ sakusa’s quite literally frozen in shock, his mouth pressed in a thin line with eyes wide open, while atsumu walks over and goes, “oh hey,” in greeting before noticing sakusa’s face and just ???? “what’s going on?”

↬ “i’m pregnant.”

↬ “you’re what?”

↬ you show them with tears stinging your eyes the results of the test you’d taken at the doctor’s, and atsumu grips the report so tightly, like it’ll disappear if it slips only slightly from his hands. sakusa’s still in shock, trying to process everything. it takes him a good while before he can function properly again.

↬ the pregnancy itself is a lot smoother than you’d imagined. iwaizumi, as their athletic trainer, although not well versed with pregnancy, knew a lot about health and taking care of yourself in general, so he made sure you were always eating right and healthy. he even accompanied you once when sakusa and atsumu couldn’t, to the doctor, and made sure to ask him specifically what you should and shouldn’t be eating. all of the olympic/national team are more excited than anything. they’re insanely protective over you, and always pamper and care for you you when they can, whether that be back/neck/shoulder massages or giving you their food when they notice you eyeing it or letting you lean entirely on any of them for support as you walk. granted, they do make fun of you, especially the bigger your stomach got, but they mean well, really. suna once made fun of you and, because of the hormones, and because he was genuinely just mean, you started to cry. since then, suna swore off bullying you, at least until you gave birth.

↬ osamu is beyond ecstatic to become an uncle. he’s so excited it makes atsumu incredibly emotional. he goes with his brother on trips to ikea to buy a crib and gifts him an insane amount of baby clothes and always begins a conversation with, “how’s the baby?” every time you’re around, osamu’s hand can be found resting on your stomach, soothingly rubbing, excitedly grinning when he feels a kick. he is just so happy for his brother, he could cry.

↬ you ask them if they want a gender reveal when you find out or to keep it until the delivery of the baby, but they’re both insanely impatient (even though sakusa does try to convince atsumu to wait because it’ll be exciting, he himself isn’t even that convinced of that and they just ask you to tell them). with the help of osamu and his and atsumu’s parents, you organize a gender reveal party. the moment he sees the pink smoke, atsumu cheers so loudly it makes you laugh till your stomach hurt. sakusa’s grinning wider than you’ve ever seen him, grabbing atsumu’s face and kissing him, before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s literally the cutest thing ever, everyone just cheering loudly around you and celebrating with you.

↬ when you go into labor, you’re with neither of them, but with osamu, aran, and kita. they were staying the night at a hotel since they had training away from where they lived, and you were spending the night at osamu’s because the fathers of your baby really didn’t want you to be alone so close to your due date, and who better than osamu? your water didn’t break, but you kept having contractions. you were brushing it off as normal pain at the start, but they started to get worse, and closer together in time. kita, because he’s kita, had been keeping track, and told you how far apart your contractions were. to which you went, “contractions?!”

↬ aran’s calling sakusa and atsumu as kita grabs your bag as osamu grabs his keys and helps you to his car. you really couldn’t have been around a better set of men, because they were perfectly composed the whole time, helping you breathe and stay calm by staying calm themselves, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry and that you will get to the hospital in time. they did flinch every time you screamed or cried out in pain, but aran held your hand the entire drive there, and kita guided you to steadying yourself as osamu drove as fast as he could.

↬ the issue was with sakusa and atsumu. to say they were freaking out would be an understatement. they were positively losing it. atsumu’s anxiety was louder than sakusa’s, but the latter’s was clear as ever on his pale skin and clammy hands. they were so annoying in the delivery room, literally faring worse off than you, who was pushing a whole baby out of her body. when you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl, atsumu sobbed and sakusa cried in his hands, so maybe it was alright after all.

↬ they literally couldn’t believe their eyes when the nurse handed you the baby and placed her on your chest. she was so, so tiny, so beautiful, and theirs. honestly, you couldn’t hold back your own tears at the sight of her, and at their reaction to her. you held her in your arms as they thanked you, over and over and over again, for the biggest blessing they could ever receive.

↬ despite the fact that you were simply their surrogate, sakusa and atsumu knew they couldn’t just separate you and your baby, and neither could they just take her home all of a sudden. so for the first few months, you stayed in their guest room, but the baby slept in her own room. it was more difficult than you expected it to be when you were leaving her to go back to your own home, but they promised you repeatedly that they’re not really taking her away. it wasn’t as if you couldn’t visit at any time you wanted to come visit her. but at the end of the day, you knew what you had been signing up for, and that she was their daughter.

↬ she grows up to be a gorgeous woman. she’s interested in volleyball, sure, she’d been raised with volleyball players everywhere around her, but it’s not her immediate passion. atsumu thought he’d be more upset about that than he actually was, because he found out that it didn’t matter at all what she wanted to do. hell, if she wanted to do nothing at all and stay home forever with them, he was 100% on board with that. whatever made her happy and healthy, he was okay with. she grows up to be really close and really comfortable with both of her fathers, and they make sure with every passing day that no matter what, she can always come to them. and she does, about every little thing. and each and every time, they listen and advice and guide her properly. a s parents, they’re a perfect balance of strict and lenient. they set and raise her to never cross those boundaries, but otherwise they give her complete freedom. they respect her privacy, her decisions, everything.

↬ there was a day when she came back home from school, and they had taken a biology class for kids, where a teacher had explained periods to them. obviously, as curious as ever, she’d asked her dads about it, because she didn’t really get it. she wanted to know the how’s and the why’s and the what’s and the when’s. with every passing second atsumu had felt his lifespan shorten. eventually he suggested they call you, who she knew as her ‘aunt’ for the time being, since you were a woman and nobody would really explain it better than you. when she did get her period eventually, and had to sheepishly and shyly ask her dads to go to the store for her because she needed, um, supplies, atsumu lost it. sakusa had to try and calm him down all while laughing as he got ready to go to the store for her, because the drama of miya atsumu never gets old. he just couldn’t believe she was already getting her period. what the hell! what the actual hell!

↬ of course, he proceeded to embarrass her by telling osamu, telling sakusa’s parents, telling his parents. not cool :(

↬ when she was old enough, especially to understand the concept of being a surrogate (oh my god the sex talk was a whole other insufferable thing), they told her about you, and that you were actually her biological mother and not just an ‘auntie.’ she tried to be angry at them for keeping it from her, but she was honestly more excited about finding out than anything. it brought the two of you closer together, and for the next mother’s day, she organized a whole brunch for you, her and her dads, got you a gift, flowers, everything. yeah, you did cry.

↬ you genuinely have never been more satisfied and thankful for a decision like this one, ever, especially because of how much of a blessing the outcome had been.

can u tell this isn’t my first time thinking about this. ever since i posted the iwaoi one i’ve been wanting to do a sakuatsu one, but i didn’t really know whether anyone had enjoyed that or would want more, so thank you for sending in this ask!! love u all mwah <3

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

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