#and then get sidetracked for 3 months in the middle

[lostdreamr-blog1]

Pinky Promise

Pinky Promise 2

Part 3

Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But it’s who is asking that makes him worried.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C

You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brother’s name.

The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.

Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.

The number that flashed on his screen wasn’t one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.

“Seresin.”

“Oh shit! That’s the Jake that’s in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?” The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.

“Sorry to disappoint. Who is this?” Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.

“Ah. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.” Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?

“I am not answering that question until you promise me.” He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasn’t her.

“Alright. I promise I won’t tell him right now. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.

“Fine. I’m at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.” Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. That’s if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.

“Anyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and it’s a long ass walk back to my apartment.” Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.

“Where are you? I’m on my way.” He turned on his truck and waited for a response.

“Shoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.” Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least that’s the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.

But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.

You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I need to finish this water anyway.” Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldn’t be long.

It wasn’t but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldn’t be the last time you called him.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Are you close?” As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.

“Five minutes away. Everything alright?” The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.

“Umm, it’s probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and it’s making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But I’m also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.” Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.

“I’ve always been told to listen to your gut.” He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.

“My gut is telling me they want tacos.” Jake couldn’t stop the laugh that came out.

“We can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?” He heard you hum again.

“Slight problem. He is following me now.” Jake’s heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.

“Shit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.” He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.

“No don’t-“ He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.

Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!” You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you weren’t to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldn’t be for the best.

When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.

He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. “Bradley didn’t say how much it hurts to hit someone.”

Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didn’t look too bad.

“He probably didn’t think you would ever have to do that. Why don’t we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.” He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.

He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. “Want to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?”

You shook your head at the question. “Have you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.” You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.

“I will say I didn’t expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.” Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.

“He probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.” You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasn’t long until the next question came.

“What happened at the bar?” You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.

“The guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I don’t know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.” You missed the way Jake’s hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.

“He was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he would’ve gotten more than a broken nose.” You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.

“How long until you tell bird boy what happened?” Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.

“If I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.” He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.

It was silent in the car until he heard you say, “I’m not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.” Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.

“I see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.” He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.

“You’re not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.” Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.

He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.

“Hey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.

He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.

Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didn’t realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman

He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasn’t awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.

Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. That’s if Bradley didn’t lock you up after tonight’s events.

A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!

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[dameronology]

potential request 🥰 billy annoying the piss out of you at the pool but just bc he thinks you’re so attractive n shit. love you jazz <333

i love u too!!

it's no secret that there's a mutual attraction between you and billy. it started in your senior year at high school in math class. he'd sit beside you and copy your answers and you would periodically sai fuck off and get a better hair cut, mullet ass

you were one of the only girls who rejected him and quite frankly, that only made him want you more

maybe it's the summer after you graduate or smthn, or it's even been a few months or a year, but you still see him around hawkins and he'll ask you if you're any better at maths and you'll ask him if his hair dressers been put in prison yet for that

your interest is piqued when you hear that he's back lifeguarding that summer

the first time you go, he gets immediately distracted by your presence. god forbid a child drown because billy is checking out your ass.

but honestly it's better for everyone because he's much less of a hard-ass about the rules when he's sidetracked by you

and everytime he comes to do his shift and all the milfs are eyeing him up, he completely ignores them and pays attention to you instead

there's always a shitty, flirty comment; have you come to check me out again? or is hawkins really that fuckin' boring that you have to come here to stare at me?

every so often you pretend to drown just to get his attention <3

then one night you're swimming late, enjoying the hot indiana summer, when closing time comes and goes. you're the last one in the pool and it's not until you come up from the water and see billy sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water with a shit-eating grin on his face, that you realise how late it is

"i always knew you were bad at maths, but can you really not tell the time?"

you flip him your middle finger and swim over to the edge to join him on the side

"i was distracted by some asshole next to me the whole year, actually"

you start talking a little bit: billy tells you about how he's been fixing up a car over the summer, and you chat a little bit about college and finally getting out this hell hole

after that, you stay past close every night

#lane tag #asks #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove imagines #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 3: Boom …Katsu makes a grave miscalculation - and ends up needing rescued by - or is it from? - a certain snarky kitsune.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3 

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

When I first met Francisco five years ago, he’d been a merchant trader whom Aki had encountered on his travels somewhere. Aki invited him back to The Mountain as a kind of cultural exchange – Francisco was to teach me Portuguese and I tried to teach him Japanese (one of us was a lot more successful in this endeavor… whether it was because I was a motivated student but a terrible teacher, or because Francisco just doesn’t have an ear for language, I can not say). Upon his arrival at Aki’s manor, Francisco had taken one look at Aki’s chatelaine Fume and inexplicably fallen in love. One month stretched into another, and eventually Francisco decided to stay in Japan, setting in Sakai, and making frequent visits to his lady love.

Unfortunately, his Japanese is still… well… horrible, and after listening to him struggle through the simplest greeting, I switched to Portuguese. Otherwise, we would have been standing in the middle of his front room all day.

“It is a relief that my message reached you first, instead of one of Aki’s other messengers.” Francisco took me back to his private quarters – a room with a hodgepodge of Japanese and Western furniture … none of which matched. It was jarring to see a silk tapestry carelessly tossed over a desk, as if it were a tablecloth and not art. “Because I am certain that he would want you to know what happened. He’s always spoken very highly of you. I have no idea why Fume believes otherwise.”

Since it wasn’t worth getting sidetracked to another ‘why Fume hates Katsu’ chat, I instead seated myself in one of the extremely uncomfortable chairs at the desk, and suppressed a protest when Francisco set a pot of tea down on the tapestry. “He was supposed to meet me in Niigata over two weeks ago. When was the last time you saw him?”

“Longer than that.” Francisco dropped some konpieto right into his tea and stirred it with a chopstick. “It was in Junho… er, what you call the sixth month. I did not know he was missing; only that he planned to meet me last week, and he never appeared. Normally, Aki always meets me when he says he will.” It didn’t escape me either that Francisco was using Aki’s least formal name. I wondered if their friendship was closer than appeared. Or. It could be that Francisco didn’t have any patience with formality.

“Was there anything he said that gave you an idea where he was going? Did he ever share the results of his investigations with you?” It was a silly question, really. Though Francisco was valuable as a language consultant, it wasn’t like he’d ever been part of our investigations.

Francisco loudly cracked down on a piece of candy – hopefully he wouldn’t break a tooth on those because… well, lets not go into medieval dentistry. “No. No. Never.” He shook his head emphatically. “We only talk about trade goods. Fabrics. Spices. Sometimes I tell him of my religion. I ask him what things Fume likes. But we never ever talk about what he does. Never.”

Like the castle seamstress back in Azuchi, Francisco had unleashed a flood of too much information – and three “nevers.” Was it a signal that he was lying? I tossed a quick, blunt question out there to gage his response. “What about weapons smuggling or imports? Did he ever ask about those?”

“Weapons? Why would…? No. He wouldn’t have. He knows I only import rugs and fabric.” He offered to refill the tea, but I still had most of my barely drinkable first serving.

Hm. Francisco had seemed genuinely surprised when I asked about the weapons. Perhaps there was something he was avoiding, but it didn’t have anything to do with guns. Unless Francisco was a far better liar than I credited him as being (which… not impossible). For a brief moment, I considered pulling Mitsuhide’s favorite trick of asking ‘what aren’t you telling me?’ but the opportunity passed and Francisco asked me where I was planning to stay. “There is room for you here, and when you go back to the Mountain, I will accompany you.”

I wasn’t certain I wanted to return to the Mountain without Aki, but that was a problem for another day. So, I gratefully accepted and offered to translate for him while I was in Sakai. “Although before that, there is a building I want to get a look at.”

It had been almost five years, but some places live in your memory. The building where I had nearly died was one of them. It was easy enough to find it again. It had loomed like a boogeyman in my dreams, but now, in daylight, it was a simple warehouse close to the docks. Nothing to worry about on the outside.

On the inside…

I walked through the unlocked door…

…into an empty building.

Well, that’s anticlimactic.

Ok, it wasn’t completely empty. There were a couple of piles of rope and rough cloth… basically evidence that the warehouse was still being used, but at the moment, whatever was normally stored here had been loaded onto a ship or distributed to buyers already. I sniffed the air and took in the faint scents of ginger and turmeric. Probably the most recent items passing through here had been spices from Goa.

Near a pile of rope was a torn-up scrap of paper – a list, in Portuguese. I lit a candle and spent a moment puzzling out the handwriting and translating the text. Various shades of cotton fabrics, which would confirm Goa.

Maybe there was an office of some kind in here? A room with records or other correspondence might lead me to the name of the owner of the warehouse. I didn’t immediately see a door or a hallway, although further back from the entry, it was too dark to see anything anyway.

I was trying to decide whether to risk lighting one of the lanterns, when-

“Who are you and what are you doing in here?!” The voice came from the entry - I had left the doorway open just a crack. I heard it slide open wider and a shaft of the late afternoon sun, cast a long silohouette across the floor.

One rule of sneaking is that, when caught, pretending you have a perfectly rational explanation sometimes works. I prefer to talk instead of fight my way out of trouble, so I pasted on my best ‘I’m supposed to be here’ smile, and turned around to face my interrogator.

A little boy?

He was maybe ten or eleven years old and dressed like an ordinary citizen – not expensively enough to be from a merchant or warrior family, and not roughly enough to be a beggar. That didn’t give me much to go on when formulating a response to his question and I ended up with what was more or less the truth. “I’m trying to find out who owns this building.” I considered adding that I worked for someone who wanted to rent some space, but at the last moment, I changed that to, “I’m new to the city and am looking for work.”

The boy relaxed. “I suppose if you were a thief, you’d more likely go to a place where there is something worth stealing.” He gave me a brief friendly bow. “I’m Hiko.”

I bowed in return. “Katsu. From Niigata.” I’d certainly spent enough time there recently to display knowledge of the place if quizzed. I could even relate the number of cracks in the floor of a certain inn.

“That’s very far from here.” Hiko came closer, looking at me with interest.

You have no idea kid.

I shrugged, then pulled out three of my remaining juggling bags and tossed them into the air. Showing off for him a little, but also trying to prove I was no threat. “I wanted to see the world… or at least the ocean.”

“My master is the merchant Shojumaru. If you want to see the whole world, he could probably find a job for you aboard a ship.” He watched the juggling bags spin for a moment. “How long did it take you to learn that?”

Nine days.

“Not too long.” I slowed down to show him how I alternated the toss and catch of the bags. “A job aboard a ship might be fun.” Or at least learning more about shipboard opportunities would be a good multi-tasking option for me, given that there was still a possibility that my brother was aboard one somewhere. But I needed to continue looking for Aki here in Sakai first before sailing off to parts unknown. So, I told a slight fib. “Except I can’t swim – that’s a problem.”

As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I got a weird flash of a little boy – this little boy? – flailing about in a flooded river. The sensation of savage rapids and cold water slapping at my face.  

Grab the branch… it floats!

The memory – or was it a dream? It had to have been a dream - was so vivid that I nearly dropped the beanbags. Luckily the kid didn’t notice. “Does your master… this Shojumaru, own the building?”

“I don’t know.” Hiko took the beanbags and attempted to juggle them, with no success. “Many merchants use it – it’s only empty today because there haven’t been any ships docking this week.”

Hm. No clear answer, possibly dead end. Even if I learned who owned this building, there was no guarantee it had been the owner’s weapons’ shipment five years ago. All I knew was that those crates of guns had belonged to someone named Motonari and he had purchased them from a Nanban merchant. A lot can change in five years.

There had to be a better way. I needed an “in” with the Kaigoshu, the merchants who governed Sakai, to learn who was who, and who had been who five years ago. But that was akin to trying to get a meeting with a Daimyo, and a courier like Katsu just didn’t have the connections to do that. I wasn’t even sure that Francisco did, given his continuing difficulties learning the language. Perhaps he would know someone who knew someone, though.

Meanwhile, the sun was getting lower in the sky. Hiko reluctantly gave me back my bean bags. “I need to return to Shojumaru’s offices. He sometimes worries about me if I am too late.”

Really? My estimation of this Shojumaru raised a little. It was nice that he cared for his servants. Hiko’s loyalty to him was clear in the boy’s voice. Maybe Shojumaru would be that someone who knew someone?

Part of finding stuff out was knowing when to press for information and knowing when to back off. I sensed it was time to back off… just because Hiko was a little boy didn’t mean that he wouldn’t get suspicious if I kept asking questions. “Better hurry then.” Together we walked out of the building, and I slid the doors shut behind me. “You should not worry him by being late.”

He nodded solemnly, in sort of a mini-adult way. I guess he was kind of an old soul. As he started to walk away, I called after him again. “Hiko – you can keep these.” I tossed him the bean bags. I could easily make more.

“Thank you, Katsu.” He smiled as he hurried on his way.

Shojumaru.

Another name on my list to investigate. I turned and headed back to Francisco’s. This part of town, so close to the harbor, seemed a bit less safe in twilight. I didn’t exactly hug the shadows, for that would have called more attention to myself, but I was alert to any sign of trouble. The last thing I wanted to do was become ‘disappeared’ myself. There was already far too much of that going around.

I was carefully making my way across the road when my attention was caught by the chatter of Portuguese. Two Nanban merchants were sitting at a table in the front of a restaurant. They were accompanied by a pair of beautiful Japanese women, in kimonos so pretty that I momentarily regretted that the only women’s clothing I owned was one ugly brown maid’s kimono.

Courtesans, apparently, for they seemed to be doting on the merchants far out of proportion to the men’s looks. Or, well, I suppose that was unfair. The men might have nice personalities?

I stepped closer, close enough to hear their conversations, close enough to learn that the Portuguese were saying extremely rude things about their female companions.

So much for having nice personalities.

It was too bad that the women couldn’t understand them, or I’d imagine a couple plates of food would get dumped in laps. Or… maybe the women understood perfectly well what the men were saying and just pretended—

!

A germ of an idea took root… a courtesan could get access to the Japanese and Portuguese merchants.

But… could I pull something like that off? I didn’t want to become a courtesan in truth … just to-

“Boy! What you staring at?” One of the merchants yelled at me in heavily accented and broken Japanese.

“Sorry.” I bowed. “I was only trying to decide if I wanted to eat here. Is the food good?”

They looked at each other in confusion. Taking advantage of their distraction, I shrugged and moved on.

“I am sorry, Katsu. Your Portuguese is usually better… but I thought you just offered to be my concubine.” Francisco was caught between confusion and horror.

“No, I don’t want to be your concubine. I’m going to auction myself off, and you shall buy me.” I had refined my plan in between the time I left the restaurant and now. “That will give me the opportunity to see what goes on behind the scenes of the auction.”

Francisco held up one finger. He walked over to his desk and poured himself a glass of some kind of wine, then gulped it down. “Now, please explain this idea in terms that don’t make me mistreat another glass of Madeira.”

“As Aki’s representative, I’m investigating the smuggling of weapons into Sakai.” My third lie of the afternoon, but Francisco wouldn’t know that Aki would never have asked me to do this. Nor did I mention that I was worried about the possibility that Aki had been taken prisoner and auctioned off, or shipped to China, or beyond.  “I need to be able to move amongst the merchants and see what I can learn. If I am auctioned off as a slave, I will be able to listen in on their conversations – these people don’t know that I speak Portuguese. Then – you’ll buy me. It’s perfectly safe.” I realized as I said this out loud, that my logic wasn’t completely clear, but I figured Francisco would chalk that up to the language barrier.

“Akihira will murder me if I let you do such an insane thing.” Clearly, I had more convincing to do for he instead downed another glass of that wine.

“I can handle myself. I would prefer, of course, to do this with your help, but…” I let the statement trail off into the air to give him a moment to imagine where I was going. Of course, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to try this without a partner, and if Francisco said no, I’d get one of Aki’s other couriers (not Takauji though)  in his stead. But that would take more time than I wanted to spend. Easier to convince Francisco that I would act alone if he didn’t step in. “If it is the money you are worried about, I will find a way to pay you back.”

He heaved a long, deep, shuddering sigh, as if I had called the weight of the whole world down on his shoulder… or more realistically, the kind of sigh he would make if I had called the whole weight of Aki’s anger on his shoulders. “If we must do this, then let us do it correctly.” He unlocked a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bag that jangled. “These are yours.”

He dumped the contents of the bag out onto his desk and a shower of Takeda minted gold, Portguese real, and copper mon bounced onto the polished wood.

Whoa… that was a lot of money.

Almost as interesting was a sealed letter addressed to me.

Ok, who am I kidding. The letter was more interesting than the cash (and the cash… was pretty damn interesting).

Meanwhile, Francisco quickly swept the letter, and most of the money back into the bag, leaving a handful of the copper mon. “This ought to be enough for me to purchase you back from an auction.”

“So little?” Almost insulting.

He gestured to the male garb I wore almost exclusively these days. “We could spend a week outfitting you and making you look far more expensive, but do you want to waste your own money, not to mention your time, like that?”

Ok. Point to Sancho Panza here. “That letter… I noticed it was addressed to me.”

“Akihira left both the letter and the money for you in case anything happened to him. However, I am not yet ready to believe the worst has occurred.” He tossed the bag back into the drawer.

“Wait!” I reached for the message, wanting some kind of connection to Aki, even if it was an ‘in the unlikely event of my death’ letter. “What if there is some clue as to where he is now?”

“Katsu, Akihira wrote this letter two years ago. I do not think there is a relation.” He slammed the drawer shut and locked it. “I have some idea of the contents of the letter. Things that he would prefer to tell you in person some day. Things that do not sound as nice on paper as they do in conversation.”

All that this was doing was making me really want to read that letter, but I allowed Francisco to have his way for the time being. After all, I saw where he stored the key. I could sneak back in here later and grab the letter once I was established as his concubine.

Three days later, I, or more specifically my “Kaya” identity stood on one of several small platforms arranged along the wall – or whatever the dividers between rooms were called on a ship. I suppose it was still a wall. Clad in my most hated, ugly brown housemaid kimono, I stood with my hands tied in front of me, while strangers, most, but not all, foreigners, walked past, some pausing to look me over.

To leer at me.

This… might not have been the best idea I’d ever had.

I’d been on this ship half a day, and I immediately discovered – nothing. Or, more specifically, I discovered that there was nothing to be learned here. Anyone who might have been captured during the time Aki had disappeared was long gone. And the people running the show? Didn’t pay attention to our faces. We were simply commodities.

Though I had thought I was prepared for how I would feel when men eyed me as if they were determining how well I would perform in bed, the reality of the situation was dehumanizing. One of them said to his companion, “rather a diamond in the rough, eh? Give this one a few baths and it might end up quite the prize.”

“No. Too muscular,” came the dismissive reply.

Aware that the conversation had been in Portuguese, I kept my face blank and my eyes on the floor. Francisco had arranged for ‘Kaya’ – a housemaid who had gotten separated and lost during an attack on a Daimyo’s castle – to be sold. This wasn’t even an uncommon situation. In such cases the Daimyo’s family would either have been taken as hostages or forced to kill themselves, but servants who were not able to flee or hide often ended up captured and sold into slavery.

In a few moments Francisco would purchase Kaya, thus preventing me from the fate of becoming some merchant’s concubine or, even worse, bound for Europe to be the “exotic” plaything in a brothel.

I risked a quick glace around the room, wondering where Francisco was hiding. He hadn’t wanted to spend much time on board, as he was prone to seasickness. Even so, by this point, he ought to have arrived and walked past me to look at the merchandise.

But I didn’t see him anywhere.

Cutting close, Francisco. Too close.

Another foreigner paused in front of me. A Jesuit priest, complete with hypocritical cross and cassock. With pinching fingers, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his face. The man wasn’t bad looking, I’d give him that. But the hard look in his eyes and the sneer on his lips – no. Whoever this man bought would be the unluckiest person in the world. “Are you a fighter?”

I blinked. The priest knew Japanese, and he spoke it very well. “Fighter? No. I’m a housemaid. If you need your floors scrubbed.”

He smacked me across the face, shocking me into silence. One of the auctioneers yelled at him not to damage the stock but he only shrugged. “I didn’t hit her hard enough to leave a mark. Besides. I will give you this right now,” he held up a velvet purse and shook a pile of Portuguese real out. “If I can take her without the trouble of an auction.”

Francisco did have more than that amount of cash on hand. If he were here… which he is not. Wherever he was, he needed to hurry, because clearly the auctioneer was weighing the thought of low effort high reward.

Father Slappy Hands added three more coins to the pile, one at a time. I felt each clink in the pit of my stomach. “This one has spirit.” The subtext being that he would enjoy breaking it.

Again, the auctioneer hesitated, and the man continued, “You won’t get any more for her in the auction.” He tossed another five coins into the pile. “This is my final offer.”

I could see the agreement in the auctioneer’s face even before he opened his mouth. But before he could say a word, three strings of copper mon, and a substantial handful of Takeda minted gold coins were plopped into the startled hands of the auctioneer.

“I believe this amount will match and exceed the offered price,” came a new voice. A different voice.

The good news. Someone overbid Father Slappy Hands.

The bad news. That person wasn’t Francisco.

The worst news. I knew whose voice that was.

Cinnamon and sandalwood…

I turned my head to look… or rather to confirm… but I knew, from the way that voice again activated that prickly feeling inside me, I knew, even before I had visual, that I was going to be looking right at Mitsuhide.

His silver hair was hidden under a long dark wig… but the golden eyes and knowing smirk were all too familiar.

Well. Hell.

The priest eyed Mitsuhide. Mitsuhide eyed him back with that one eyebrow raised in a challenge and his hand resting on his sword.

The thing about bullies is that when faced with someone stronger, they’ll slink away. Father Slappy Hands held ground for just a moment, then… slunk away. Still, just to make sure he was leaving for good, I kept my eyes on him until he exited the room. I wouldn’t put it past him to attack me later.

Not that he was currently my biggest concern.

No, my biggest concern was the snarky warlord in the wig who was currently tucking my ‘purchase papers’ into his kimono.

He then turned to me, and without a word, Mitsuhide unceremoniously slung me over his shoulder and strolled through the room.

And for a third time, I’m upside down.

@mllorei @akitsuneswife @selenacosmic @bestbryn @lyds323 @tele86

#10things #ten things I hate about mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #ikesen fanfic #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide monday #mitsuhide akechi #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ao3 link

[alienducky]

Getting sidetracked from what I wanted to do thinking about Jeritza being the Death Knight, and what was actually going on in the months leading up to Flayn being borrowed

Cut because, well, it's Jeritza. Three House's murderiest walking disaster

Because there's the odd comments saying that people have seen a scary person, and then are going missing, and the Church isn't doing anything because they haven't found any evidence

Meaning they haven't found any dead bodies *

So... Is Jeritza stalking people through the town, kidnapping them via his Agarthan self-warping, and then... What?

Straight up murdering them? Torture? Taking them to a forest and setting them loose to then hunt?

What is Jeritza doing?!?!?

And vaguely related, but how is he choosing his victims? I can't double check all the quotes and references because I'm on my mobile, but I'm fairly sure several victims are young women? And I don't know why, but I kinda figure the Death Knight would probably be more interested in killing people who resemble his father, rather than people who might as well be his sister...?

Which I'm sure would have got a bigger response from the church, if all the successful merchants started going missing, but I digress

I'm just... What was the plan? Or rather, set up? Because Edelgard is in on what he's doing, which means so is Hubert. So is it a case of Jeritza actually goes full murder boi in the middle of town, and then Hubie wanders along with a bucket of soapy water and cleans up after him, getting rid of the body and bloodstains? Does Jeritza move to the second location, and Hubie cleans up there? Is Baron Barnabus (sp?), the person in charge of the Empires lead up to Garreg Mach where Remire is, allow Jeritza to make a mess in his woods?

How does it all come together?????

Freely admitting that Jeritza isn't on of my faves, so haven't paid as much attention to him as I could, do maybe this all got answered somewhere in game(s) already, but I'm babbling about it anyway, and would love to hear opinions or headcanons

* Which is fair, I suppose. In that sort of setting it would be fairly easy to just up and leave and go start a new life somewhere else. No passports, no social media or instant tracking. Pretty safe to assume a youngster got fed up of town and moved to the next, or went to be a Merc, or whatever. No body means no crime... =3

#duckpond stuff #fe3h #fe3h jeritza #fe3h death knight #losing myself in tangents don't mind me

[ask-feederjin]

How is Jungkook losing his mobility? I want to know how much Jungkook weighs! and how it is to eat <3

Heya! JK here!

Surprised? >_< I’d hope so! I AM the first of the guys to figure out Jin’s password, after all!

You see, we kinda had a competition going to see who got to have their own solo post first. It got a bit heated though, so Jin (ever the peacekeeper lol) changed the password and has been making us guess and guess and guess, for weeks!

Well! I got it!

...on accident.

God, he’s such a goober. I had requested that Jin get me a two liter coke for this trilogy I was gonna marathon, and so when he handed it over I just said, “You’re the best, Jin!”

He busted out that weird honky laugh of his and revealed that that was literally the password! A very specific compliment! I just can’t with this guy!

Anyways, I won and that means that I have an entire three days with the blog to myself! So, if you have any questions to ask me, now would be the time to do so ;)

...

Oh crud, the ask…

Whoops, this is actually a little harder than Jin makes it out to be. I got a bit sidetracked, Anon. Sorry! I’ll answer now:

So, it's a yes and a no in the mobility department. Yes, I’m way less fit than I used to be, but no I’m still just as mobile :’(

I may get more tired out doing things, but not to the point of actual difficulty. So sad. Even after gaining nearly 50 pounds and switching to a completely sedentary lifestyle, I only get out of breath when pushing myself.

You might recall that one video Jin posted a bit back with me in it? Yeah, that’s still how I am. Medium/low stamina, high horny.

Since it’s been a month though, I’ll attach a quick mirror selfie. Just for you anon ;)

-

A picture had been embedded into the post’s body. It was an image taken of Jungkook standing in his room holding his phone in front of his chest. The youngest’s face seemed a touch rounder than it was in the last video. His neck too, as if all the dips and crevices had filled in more over the past month.

The hands holding his phone had gotten the same treatment it seemed, as although they were the same size, the bumps and veins usually present had softened. Behind his hands, Jungkook’s chest protruded slightly more than before. His tiny starter breasts from the video were replaced with real moobs this time. Pointed and plump, they drooped slightly as if drawn towards the main attraction. His belly.

It seemed to have divided itself into two sections, none too large, just more than enough to preview where he’ll fill out in the coming months. The bottom section itself was cut in two by the black elastic of Jungkook’s dark blue boxers, the fabric covered pudge meeting his hips to form a delicious spare tire. Trapped by what was had to once be loose fabric, Jungkook’s ass bloomed full, thighs stuffed.

In the background of the room, empty bottles of soda, candy wrappers and DVD cases littered the ground. A large comfortable looking bed was shown off to the side of the image, a cozy purple comforter peeled back to reveal soft black sheets.

-

For the second part of you’re question, I weigh 197 pounds last we checked. Nearly at my first goal of 200! Exciting right?

I eat well, of course! I’m honestly completely stuffed 100% of the time, even in the middle of the night! I have an alarm that wakes me up so that I can have a few snacks (okay, a lot of snacks) before brushing my teeth and going back to sleep. My sleep cycle isn't the best, but it does help me stay lazy with naps during the day ;)

Anyway, that was super fun! Feel free to ask me more questions and I’ll do my best to answer ^_^

#lavender//ask #lavender//jungkook

[bourbon-ontherocks]

3 10 18 (for something from pour me a drink) pls for writing asks!!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Oh, well I don't know that I have a writing ritual per se, but I do tend to check tumblr/emails/news/etc right before I start writing, like I'm saying goodbye to this world before descending into inner madness. It's cursed because most of the times I actually stop at that stage, get stuck into a scrolling rabbit hole and never write anything 😅

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Um, well yeah, my own writing haunts me all the time lol! I mean I do write down sentences so they’ll stop haunting me.

And also many lines/passages I read from others tend to stay with me for a while after I read them. For instance that line you wrote in your bodyswap fic where Rio compares Dean’s eyes to Beth’s and says that it’s like somebody whashed the saturation off Elizabeth’s (forgive any mistake, I’m quoting from memory) is still with me -- and I’m getting sidetracked but I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since you posted that fic??? And I was there assuming it had been like five months  😅😅😅

Also I'm forever haunted by @blizabrth 's You'll turn into dirt.... This fic broke me. It's living a life of its own in my brain. I know it almost by heart. It was August but my grave was cold. When they found me they didn't even know who I was. WAS IT WORTH IT?? 😱😱😱

You wanted haunting well this is what haunting feels like 👻👻👻

Now what does that haunting mean to me (you’re trying to subliminally talk me into writing a ghost POV, arent you??)? Idk I don’t understand that question lol! I guess to me it’s just that some fragments of writing just stay there in a corner of my mind and pop back up every now and then and make me feel things?

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage. (for something from pour me a drink)

Oooof, this is a tough one, because I am afraid that this one story doesn’t have a backstory at all. Like I just sat at my desk one morning and wrote it all in one go, and as I remember it there were very few revisions so I’m not sure I have anything juicy to say about some before/after changes? I honestly don’t know what got into me that day, or what I was on, but it must have been wild.

I remember cackling for five minutes straight when I came up with the sentence about the garbled tales of the daubed mug, and also all the sexual innuendos (the “sparkling drinks spilling inside you”, the “hand wrapped around his firmness” or something??) but that’s pretty much it I’m afraid... Honestly the way I remember it, it seems like you commented under one of my posts being like “pls write the bourbon POV” and I said okay and started thinking about it for a few minutes, sat down, and blam (the cxg-season-2-theme-song-with-rebecca-popping-in-the-middle kind of blam).

Weird writing asks

#ask #sothischickshe #writing #writing ask

[nerdgatehobbit]

7/3/23

So. First off, I’m not sure if I jinxed myself when I recounted my middle school incident a bit ago or if the universe was trying to warn me, but I had thankfully mild food poisoning very early Sunday that involved throwing up. :/

I’m fine now, don’t worry. Although I’m going to be poking suspiciously at spinach for a bit (it was cooked; I thought it being wilted was due to that!).

Onto happier things!

I finished Pokémon Sun & Moon; it was delightful and I adore it. Which is why I’m taking a break before watching Adventures in the Orange Islands- I don’t want to unfairly compare the two while Alola is fresh in my memory. But it’ll be fun to get the canon take of that area compared to COAL 2 while the fanfic series is on hiatus.

Tonight I saw DS9’s “Waltz” and Gul Dukat continues to be scarily believable as someone convinced he’s the hero rather than a villain. O.o

It turns out I am too much of a scaredy cat to do more than read someone else’s summary of XWP’s “Sacrifice” two-parter. Technically this means I’m done with the third season but I’m taking this as a sign I need a breather before watching the fourth season.

Ergo, I watched the 1993 Lois & Clark pilot. I like the show’s takes on the title characters & their dynamic so far. I’m less sure on Olsen & Grant. It’s kinda interesting how I can’t quite always tell when the show deliberately going for a comic-y stylization versus the early 1990s being just Like That. My biggest quibble with the pilot is that I’m on the fence on if I should just side-eye Luthor for having a stereotypical snake charmer or if the show’s crew should be side-eyed for thinking that’d be acceptable.

Movie-wise, I’m planning/hoping to finally see Ever After before its big anniversary at the month’s end. I keep meaning to watch it and I keep forgetting to. Possibly I’m worried about hype backlash.

I ought to get back on track with my Power Rangers mini-watch, given how close August is. I kinda got sidetracked from that project a few months back. As long as I complete it before 2024, it’ll be fine.

#my ramblings #tw vomit mention #the shows I’m watching #I don’t think I really discuss any of them in depth enough to justify tagging

[yangsrose]

SORRY I GOT SIDETRACKED LMAOOO but anyway okay let's go here's a [post] that kinda summarizes the beginning of it but anywayyyyy

OH ALSO happy late thanksgiving <3 You're a wonderful person who deserves the most and I'm so thankful we're tumblr friends lol we just vibe so well that I always look forward to seeing anything from you! Take care of yourself first and foremost, and let's finish off this year's semester with passing grades!

But, as for what you were waiting for hehe

So over the past couple of months we started getting closer and it turns out we have a lot of common interests and we just vibe really well together! Like both of us watch anime, both of us play video games, and both of us enjoy similar foods and it's just nice and this whole time, mind you, I've been mad crushing on him. There was a little hiccup in the middle when I was like "do I really like him or do I like the attention?" but after a debrief with the girlies we figured I was actually crushing pretty hard. Of course we have our differences but like no one's going to be a carbon copy of the other (plus I kinda prefer it that way lmao) but moving on moving on we've been having a lot of these little moments that are just so AHHHH I get kinda red thinking about all of them but hnng I'm going to run down the timeline with you trust. But I'll do that in the next ask so this one doesn't get too long

awww thank you!!! i'm thankful that i got to meet you as well and so glad that we vibe well together!! you're an amazing writer, and yes, we really do need to pass this semester 😭

AHHHHH OMG THAT'S SO CUTEEEEE and yes being similar yet different in your own ways is probably the most important thing in a relationship because if you were too different, you won't be able to agree on anything, but if you were too similar you would get into a lot of conflicts

AHHH I CAN'T WAIT HEHE

#asks #crys 🦹🏽‍♀️

[apieceofmyheart]

The Kite Runner.

This book is still on my mind, a month after reading it. I mean there's sooooo much to it.

Rating:

Idk ... I can't say I hate it .. but I also didn't love it. If I had to give a number I'd say 2.5-3 out of 5

Thoughts:

Okay so, the biggest thing I didn't like was how traumatizing this read was. After seeing brief summaries and reviews (I managed to escape spoilers somehow), I knew there would be some sadness but nothing of what I experienced. The entire book was dark from start to finish. And ion like det like what's wrong with a happy ending? I know there's messages there but still.

The parts that stick out are the middle when Hassan was a**aulted and the end when his son also had the same fate, and later tried to unalive himself. All of these were triggering as fyck for obvious reasons. Hassan in particular because it just so happened I was listening to the book at work, got sidetracked and was halfway paying attention, only to regain my focus mid-scene. When I realized what was going on I played it back and had to hear the gruesome story knowing how it ended. And it was weird because that shit came COMPLETELY outta nowhere. Then the details of it haunted the rest of the book just like it did to Amir. Anytime the brown pants were mentioned I cringed like a mf.

Okay and thennn his assailant becomes some power hungry monster and ends up doing the same thing to his SON??? HOW AND WHY?? I saw another review that summed up my feelings so well but all ima say is, it was some bull to see him still be such an ass. And the underlying homophobia/fetishization of little boys was just ... too much for me. I know this is based on some truth but, damn.

And poor (I forgot his name) !! I wanted Amir to take him home and they live a good life forever and ever sooo bad but it was clear that wasn't in the cards. And I mean (as much as I didn't agree with it) I could see why he would wanna harm himself after experiencing allll the shit he did in the orphanage and Amir posing a plan to place him back temporarily but what I didn't get was why he still decided to leave with Amir but be so withdrawn around him. I mean, Amir was clearly meant to be his savior. He already risked his life to get the boy and brought him home to his wife who didn't want nothing more than to love up on him and he couldn't accept it. I guess that's the point tho. It was too much for him after feeling like he'd never have what he did with his parents? Stunted growth perhaps.

All things considered, I would NOT read this again.

#bookreadereee

[acprincesscat]

Tom Nook to Isabelle: The resident rep is having another life crisis.

Isabelle: How can you tell?

Tom Nook: She just moved the shops again, and now she's filling in the river.

Isabelle: Do you think she'll actually finish what she starts this time?

Tom Nook: Time will tell.

Isabelle: I'll brace the residents.

#acnh #animal crossing new horizons #ac #animal crossing #listen #i just get new ideas #and then get sidetracked for 3 months in the middle #then come back and realize i hate everything #art is a process

[archie-sonic-confessions]

#Sonic #Archie Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Miles Tails Prower #Amy Rose #Honey the Cat #Nack the Weasel #Fang the Sniper #Bean the Dynamite #Bark the Polar Bear #Espio the Chameleon #Mod Bat #Mod Shard #realpost #confession #we got completely sidetracked so this is very late!!! but it's here!!! #it's free team work #mod shard: i started this in the middle of the mcfreaking month and here it is AT THE LAST DAY #mod shard: how did we get this done? WE'RE SONIC HEROE-- #mod shard: thank u bat for finishing this <3 i didnt get home till literally right now lol

[kimoralov3]

dad!druig

a/n: so someone requested something cute and fluffy with druig, and due to recent events this was the first thing that came to mind lol

paring: druig x afab!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy symptoms like throwing up, swearing (what's new), lots of fluff, very slight angst

a/n: look at his arms oh my gawd

finding out that you're pregnant

so you'd been feeling a little sick lately

and it wasn't like your normal sickness symptoms, you were throwing up a lot and just generally feeling a little bit sluggish

and obviously he takes notice towards that because he's always trying to make sure that you're okay

"do you want to go to the doctor? i think we should go to the doctor." "druig, it's proably just a stomach bed. it'll pass."

the two of you sat there and argued (not really argued but just trying to convince the other that they're right)

eventually druig won and scheduled you a doctor's appointment

also side note imagine that it's like the dead of winter when you're going and while y'all are getting ready he likes helps you put on your coat and tie your shoes??? fucking adorable

anyways i'm getting sidetracked

so you're sitting on the bed/table thing in the doctor's office and druig is sitting in one of the provided chairs and his leg is going a thousand miles an hour

what if you were sick??? were you dying??? how was he going to live with himself if you died???

his thoughts were interrupted when the doctor walked in

"hello there! i hope you're doing well because i have some great news."

neither of you were sure what could be so great about you possibly being sick but y'all didn't want to be rude and interrupt him

"you're pregnant!"

there was a moment of silence

the two of you looked at each other then back at the doctor

"i'm sorry what?"

the whole car ride back was dead silent

both of you were too shocked to say anything

when y'all got in the house y'all kinda just stood in the couch

neither of you were upset about the news, the two of you had just never talked about having kids

so neither of you knew how the other felt about having kids

"druig" "yeah" "are you...happy about this" "of course i am. i know we haven't talked about it but i would really like to start a family with you"

he then goes into this long ass speech about how much he loves you and how he'll do anything to protect you and yada yada

basically he makes the really cute speech that leaves you a sobbing mess

during the pregnancy

druig would be a great person to be around when you're pregnant because he is so insistent about doing everything you ask him to

need a foot rub? he's doing it before you even ask

you want a baconator at 5 in the morning? he sleeps with his keys in hand so he can rush to the car

he spends a lot of time on pregnancy and parenting groups getting advice

he also calls phastos a lot to ask about random things

"how high off the ground does the crib need to be" "druig, i haven't even had my morning coffee yet"

the first time the baby kicked the two of you were cuddling on the couch

"ow" "what happened? what's wrong" "your child just kicked the shit out of me"

he then spends the next few days trying to catch the baby kicking but he's unsuccessful poor druig

he also uses the last 2-3 months of your pregnancy to build a whole nursey

like i'm being so serious he didn't buy a crib from Walmart, he went to home depot, bought some wood, and put that shit together himself

he's there for every appointment holding your hand

if you ever worry about anything (i.e. not being a good parent) he'll be there in a heartbeat to make you feel better

i've said this before but druig definitely has a way with words so he knows exactly what to say

once again, he'd be the perfect person to be around while you're pregnant

the baby year (years??? i don't know how long they count as babies)

before the baby was born you and druig agreed that the two of you would take turns taking care of the baby so you weren't as stressed about having to wake up in the middle of the night

although sometimes druig would trick you into thinking that it was his night instead of yours and stops the baby from crying because you need your rest

there's a baby section in almost every room of the house, each one has diapers, bottles, wipes and formula so no matter where the two of you are with the baby

druig takes his job as a father very seriously as you can tell

almost a little too seriously at times

but honestly you don't mind because he's adorable and he's just trying to show that he cares

but there are days where you have to like force him to sit down while you take care of the baby

"go read a book or something, me and the baby will be fine"

the main people that come over to help are phastos, sersi, and makkari

makkari and sersi because their your best friends

and phastos because he's had enough of the 2am questions so he basically sits the two of you down for a masterclass in childcare

also gil and over thena come over a lot with food

y'alls baby literally loves thena it's so fucking cute

a/n: i was going to write for toddler to teen or young adult, but one; i'm really tired cuz it's 1:30 am but i'm up for moonknight, and two tumblr is really fucking testing me and fucking up my writing so i'm gonna go and play the sims before i commit arson or some shit

#i'll prolly do a pt 2 later #druig #druig x reader #druig x afab!reader #druig x fem!reader #druig x female reader #druig fluff #druig imagine #druig fic #druig fanfic #druig fanfiction #dad!druig #dad!druig x reader #druig x you #kimoralov3

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

Extra Credit

based on this cause @avhrodite and I were texting, and she told me to write it! so this is for you miss bailey <3

also feedback is always appreciated! literally rb, comment, or an anon ask means the world to fanfic writers, now that tumblr’s algorithm is messed up.

enjoy 7.6k of professor!harry lovelies!

also the intimidating as fuck photo that inspired this, and will be used in the story!

Sexuality Studies. Room 3017.

You had stalled from walking into class with a nervous gut feeling in your stomach with a heavy textbook in your arms, too big to be put in your backpack, but it felt like your book was weighing you down. People were walking around each other to find a vacant seat as you stood there next to the door as you waited till the last minute to walk in and take your seat.

There were a few reasons why you were nervous to walk in. One, it was basically sex class. Your friend had taken the class a few semesters ago, and had told you the basics of it and the rundown. There was a lot of sex talking towards the end.

And although, you’ve had had sex before, you still felt like you were inexperienced. Your sex life was boring, and nonexistent as of a month ago when you broke it off with your, now ex, friends with benefits. He just wasn’t doing the job, like at all. He never made sure you were having a good time or getting off. And that’s just one of the reasons why you broke it off with him. Luckily, he wasn’t mad and didn’t ask questions. Just said ‘oh, okay’ and bid his goodbye. That had made you a bit sad, knowing he didn’t care whatsoever. You two had only been fucking for a month, and the excitement had left your body the first night you slept with him.

The second reason goes along well with the first, and that’s because you aren’t that comfortable. Again, you’ve sex, but you weren’t comfortable in yourself--your sexuality. You never really had time or experience to explore your body or others because you’ve only slept with two people. In that sense, you didn’t know what you liked sexually and what your partner liked, other than blowjobs, handjobs, and being able to cum while fucking you. But there was more to it; you wanted the details, the ticks, sensitive spots, everything. But you’ve slept with lousy frat boys who didn’t care enough to ask if you had finished.

You checked your phone for the time, seeing that you have about two minutes before you have to go in. You take a deep breath, walking over to the opposite side of the wall, preparing yourself to walk in. You don’t know why it was so hard for you to just walk in and sit down. The thought of having to sit through an hour and a half class that is mainly about sex isn’t that hard to deal with either, but your insecurities and anxiety is getting the better of you. With a couple of neck rolls and inhales to deep exhales, you were ready before you heard a voice next to you.

“Nervous about the first day?” You look up to find an incredibly attractive man smiling down at you. His smile had made you blush and his intent eye contact had made you nervous. The way he just looks insanely sexy, and you think his hair is better than yours. He wears a simple button down shirt with two birds next to the collar, along with black jeans and boots. And you think, he’s so good looking and dresses well too. For a student, you don’t see anyone dress or look like him at all.

“Uh, kinda? I don’t know,” you say as you are not quite sure what to answer, so you said the easiest thing that didn’t have to do with how you’re feeling right now.

“No need to be nervous. This semester will go by quickly and I heard the professor is really cool too,” the man says with a reassuring smile, and you felt a bit better because he was right. This class would be a breeze and then you wouldn’t have to retake it, unless you fail.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thank you. Uh, do you want to sit next to me?” You made the bold move to ask him, and it had shocked you. You never made the first move, but you figured that you needed more friends anyways.

“Oh, thank you, but can’t do that. Let’s go in, shall we?” He waves his hand out, leading you to go first.

You cheeks were filled with embarrassment, thinking that your bold move was a stupid move. Of course, he didn’t want to sit next to you. He barely knows you. You roll your eyes at yourself, making your way to the first row as all the seats behind the front row were taken, and you didn’t want to take the time to look around. You take a seat as your head sank lower from awkwardness you had felt, and you set your book down on the desk and heard your professor speak.

“Hello, class. Welcome to ‘Sexuality Studies.’ I’m Professor Styles. Shall we get started?” Your mouth had been open the entire time he was introducing himself. Shocked was an understatement as you didn’t realize you were talking to your professor outside of the class, but that hadn’t made your embarrassing moment less worse.

How did you not realize that? You should’ve seen it coming because you were thinking about how no student on campus dresses or looks the way he does, and you didn’t think to put the pieces together.

But, fuck.

He was sexy as a ‘student’, but as the professor, that was a different story. You had felt the weird feeling in your stomach, triggering your arousal as you watched him talk to the entirety of the class about what’s to be expected. You turned around slightly and observed the room; noticing that most of the class were girls and there were a few guys, but the female population dominated the class. All the girls had hearts in their eyes, twirling, and biting their lip as they stared at their new professor; probably hoping they would get some extra credit in the middle of the semester to raise their grade or purposefully failing their test so he can call them into his office and they can have classic office sex.

The thought had made your eyes roll. Not at the thought of office sex because everyone knows that’s hot, but the thought of purposefully doing horrible in the class to fuck the professor is beyond you.

The class had gone by rather quickly, Professor Styles only talking about the basics of what everyone is going to learn such as culture, biological, health, anatomy, art, etc.

You walked out of the class in a hurry, not looking at your new professor and anticipated the next time you’ll meet.

The month had gone by rather smoothly, only taking two classes for the semester, so your workload isn’t too bad. The occasional thought about thinking your professor was a student had haunted you, and you think about it a bit more than you would like; feeling quite embarrassed and you’d hope that he had forgotten all about it.

You were sat at the coffee shop, head in your laptop and notes that you had taken during lecture as you were starting on your paper that is due in a little over two weeks. You were so into your introduction that your fingers were typing away on their own, that you didn't feel the presence of someone beside you.

“Hi. You’re in my sexuality class, right?” A voice from your right becomes present, and you look up, seeing your incredibly attractive professor looking down at you with a smile. There was no way in getting out of this one.

“Yes. Mr. Styles, hi,” you say nervously, but trying your best to hide it with your smile.

“Thought I recognized ya. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. I’m actually working on your paper right now,” you chuckle a bit.

“Are ya? What are you writing it on?” You get a bit sidetracked, realizing that he’s still standing and all of your stuff sits on the opposite side of the table. You reach over to move it onto your lap.

“You can sit if you’d like,” you offer. Harry debates for a second, and sees that there’s no harm in sitting with your student, so he gladly takes the seat across from you. “But I’m writing it on the fine line between masculinity and femininity.”

“Ahh, yes. That’s one of my favorite topics that we discussed,” he says.

“Yeah, me too. Pretty important for this day in age.”

“I’m right there with ya,” he agrees.

For the next 20 minutes, you and Harry talk about some main points. Discussing and going over what ideas you had in mind as Harry listens while nodding his head. He notices how passionate you are with the topic of your paper, and he appreciates the passion. Students will lazily write this paper, and it really shows in their work that makes him a bit disappointed because he had thought that he made the class fun; adding a few jokes and having the student participate with the lecture.

But listening to you talk about all the ideas that you wrote down; so far from the earth as you keep talking as he listens intently to you. You’re a sweet person, he’s noticed. You don’t participate all that much in class, but he figured that’s because you’re just a tad bit shy. And he’s still amused at the fact that you thought he was a student, which flattered him. But in all honesty, he can pass as one, and it wasn’t the first time someone mistaken him for a student.

Just as you were finished talking, a hint of pink made your cheeks flushed as you realized you were talking quite a bit, and keeping him from doing whatever he was supposed to. “I’m sorry. I tend to talk a lot when I get into things.”

“Hey, no need to apologize. I’m glad you told me your ideas because I think they’re great.” He checks the time on his phone and sees that he should get going, and his coffee cup is empty already. “But I should get going. Don’t hesitate to ask me about anything for the paper. I’ll see you in class.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles. Have a great rest of your day,” you bid him goodbye as he softly says ‘you too.’

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Although you had been comfortable talking to him, you have never actually had a close conversation with any of your professors, really. Especially not outside of campus. But you really did feel comfortable. You figured that it’s because Harry is in a way, younger than most professors—at least he looks young.

The rest of your time at the coffee shop was spent finishing up the second paragraph and your coffee before you head back to your apartment.

The paper was due in a week, and you felt confident about turning it in on time and doing a great job on it. But that did not stop you from going into Mr. Styles’ office during his office hours, and he did say not to hesitate to ask if you had any questions, so you were using that to your advantage to make your paper even better.

He was surprised to see you just after two days of seeing him at the coffee shop that happened the week prior; asking him how to rephrase some things and seeing where some ideas fit into the paragraphs that are already written. And Harry happily helped you. Although he thinks you don’t need help at all, seeing as you’re right on track on the topic.

But you had felt a sudden surge of confidence that has never hit you before. And you can tell yourself that you’re comfortable enough to ask him questions all you want, but in reality, you wanted to keep talking to him and most importantly, keep seeing him.

He had this sense of comfort to him that made you feel safe. You never felt the awkward tension that there is in when talking to other professors, and you were glad for it. Mr. Styles had made it a safe space for his students to talk to him. And aside from asking him about school related things, you two had gotten to know each other after the important questions were asked. The conversations were harmless, and you looked forward to them everytime.

A knock was heard on his office door and he told whoever was behind it to come in. You walked in with a smile, laptop and notebook held to your chest, walking in slowly as you closed the door behind you.

“Hi, Mr. Styles. Are you busy?”

He shakes his head, “no, no. How can I help you?” Harry had—and was still trying—to keep it professional between you two. And although nothing had happened, he can’t help but stop the flutter of his heart when you would walk in his class or his office as you gave him a small that he adored. He also noticed how concentrated you are during class; making sure to take every single note and word that he says, making him smile at the thought.

“Uh, I was kind of stuck on something that I could definitely use your help with.” 

“Sure thing. That’s what I’m here for,” he gives you a smile, and you open your notebook, showing him the many marks and scribbles that you had planted out when brainstorming.

“So I came up with this idea because I thought it would be important to talk about the history of masculinity and femininity. I didn’t want to just talk about the modern times as of now. But maybe research how it affected people back in the day when they weren’t acting as their…assigned sexuality, as you could say.”

“That sounds great. You can talk about that and during the times of the first pride march. That would definitely be interesting. But I would say not to go too into it, it’s a pretty straightforward topic, and there’s just a lot that is covered during those times. Just so you don’t get too ahead of yourself,” he gives his opinion. You listen carefully and take in his words as if you’re making a mental list of things you should and shouldn’t write about.

“Sounds good. Thank you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, I think so. Just wanted to ask you that,” you say as you close your notebook, but not getting up to leave yet.

“Okay, can I ask you something this time?”

“Uh, sure,” you respond nervously.

“I see that you’re pretty much on track of the paper, like you know what you’re talking about. And you seem really confident in what you want to say, which is good. And I’m all ears when it comes to students wanting feedback, but I just have to ask….” anxiety boils through your throat. “Is coming to see me practically 2 or 3 times a week have to do with your paper?” You take a deep inhale, but don’t let your breath loose. He read you extremely well, you have to say. And it was a bold move on Harry’s part to ask that because if you say the opposite, then he assumed pretty hard.

You finally let go of the breath you were holding in and answered, “no.”

“No. It doesn’t have to do with your paper?” You shake your head in confirmation. “Then what does it have to do with?” He asks, and you think he definitely already knows what’s going on, but needs you to say the words.

“I just…wanted to see you,” you say softly.

“And why is that?” At this point, he’s teasing you already. Probably wanting to make a fool out of yourself so he could go home and laugh about it to his girlfriend or boyfriend, which you assume he has. And the bold assumption that you had thought he felt that pull towards you was enough to make you feel embarrassed for the second time in front of him.

But the remains of the confidence were still pooling in your head, and you figured you had nothing to lose.

“I wanted to see you because… I can’t deny this attraction I feel towards you. And it’s not based solely on your looks either because no can hide the fact that you’re insanely attractive, but I’ve gotten to know you for who you are this past week and we had some good talks, which was nice because no one has ever gotten to know me well enough for me to fall for them within a week.”

You finish your confession with a straight face, but there was still a hint of hope that he would tell you he felt the same way.

“And on the topic of no one getting to know me, and this is a sexuality class and you’ve recently started talking about sex; I’ve never truly had the chance to explore with partners sexually and explore my sexuality more in depth than just someone sticking their dick inside me, and calling it good sex. So, you talking to me and getting to know me means a lot because no one wants to waste their time on what I like and what I’m into.”

You had said a mouthful, and it can be heard as inappropriate to say that to your professor, but again, why would a sexuality teacher judge you based on your past sex life?

A minute had passed that immediately felt like an hour. The only thing that was heard was the ticking of the wall clock, and that made the tension even more unbearable.

You get up from out of the chair, “I’m gonna go. Thanks for the help, Mr Styles.” 

Before you reach for the door, he finally decides to speak, “Wait.” You turn around slowly and watch him get up from his chair, and walk towards you. His eyes are dark, and they don’t leave yours as he reaches you.

The proximity is close enough that you could lean forward and be pressed up against his chest, but you’re afraid that you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you do that.

“You’ve fallen for me?” Is the thing that he could respond with after all that you’ve said.

“Yes. I’ve developed a crush on you, well, more than a crush because I do like you,” you say as you look up at him. He looks down at you intently, lips rolled into his mouth. He smells amazing from how close you are, that it’s like a potion that keeps luring you in, wanting more.

“Do ya?”

“I think I make myself pretty clear on that,” you respond with a bit of sass.

“Don’t give me attitude,” his tone changed to dominant, and a pool in your panties made itself present.

“What are you gonna do about it, Mr Styles?” You test, and move closer to him, lips almost touching. You can possibly reach up and your lips will be in sync. A smirk comes to play on his face as if you’ve made the wrong move, but you’re so ready for what’s to come.

And for a split second, it looked like he was leaning in a tad bit to go in for a kiss, but retracts back. “I’ll see you in my next class.” With that, he pulls back and walks back to his chair.

You’re left stunned, mouth slightly open, surprised he didn’t make a move. He didn’t even tell you if he felt the same way, and if it were any other day, you would’ve felt extremely sad, but there was so much tension in the room you needed to go home and take care of yourself.

And that’s what you did.

Once you got back home, you ran a bath for yourself and sat in it as you ran over your skin, leading to where you ached the most. Many thoughts of Mr. Styles doing this to you as he sat behind you in the bath, knowing that you would make a mess on his long fingers and pretty hands. And that definitely helped you reach our orgasm as you moan out his name, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly odd about it.

You finally turned in your paper on the last day it was due, and you were extremely happy with it. You added the history of not acting like your original self, taking Mr. Styles’ advice and not going too in depth with it. This has marked as a halfway point to graduating with your bachelors, and you were ecstatic.

It had also been a week since the tension filled scene that had happened in your professor’s office, and you haven’t been back since. Seeming as you didn’t need to since there were no needed assignments, but you had thought you would visit him in his office everyday after what you had confessed.

It didn’t get easier sitting in his class as he stood up in front of everyone looking so hot as he wore a crisp blue button down with a polka dot tie, and a pink blazer over it. He knew your secret. He knew that you had the hots for him. And he knew that he didn’t say anything to reciprocate those feelings. And you tried very hard not to let it get to you.

The lecture had ted to your paper topic: masculinity and femininity. But this time, it was open for class discussion. You weren’t big on talking in class; just preferred listening to everyone’s opinions and making your own in your head, but the ignorance that someone had made you argue with him.

“I personally feel like men should stay on the masculinity side, and women on the femininity side.” You had turned around to see the guy who had said that. He was wearing a football jersey of the university, laughing with his two friends.

“And why do you think that?” Mr Styles follows up.

“It’s simple. You shouldn’t act as if you’re someone you’re not-”

“That makes a good point in your argument though,” you interrupt, turning in your seat to look at the jock at the top. “You shouldn’t act like someone you’re not, so why would you act like someone you don’t want to be?” The guy had shut up, making you smirk. “I just think that being masculine and feminine as your biological gender is a social construct. It just takes away the substance of that person when people look down on them for being true to themselves. So, why does masculinity only apply to men, and femininity only apply to women?”

Harry smirks at your discussion. It had surprised him that you spoke up in his class, but it didn’t surprise him when you spoke up about this topic. You had definitely shut down his other student, and he was proud of you for that.

The class was dismissed and as you were making your way towards the door, someone stopped you.

“Hey, really great argument back there.” It was the ignorant jock.

“Thanks.” You walked out of the class to get out of everyone’s way, stopping at the wall across from the class.

“I didn’t mean to sound so douchey back there, but what you said really got me thinking, and I see where you’re coming from.”

“I’m glad. You learn something new everyday…”

Harry was watching you the entire time you left your seat to when his student stopped you to have a chat. He had thought you were going to shut him down for being ignorant, but he saw you smile and laugh a little, making him breath deeply as he glared at you, brows furrowed, and coffee cup in his hand. Harry then sees him take out his phone, obvious that he’s asking for his number and he sees you blush as you talk.

Harry tries to control his breathing, and in another world, steam would be coming out of his ears. He walks towards the door, thinking that he was going to call you into his class, but decides against it and shuts the door.

It was already nearing the end of the semester, and you have yet to talk to him.

If it wasn’t for the fact that you had slightly gotten over his unreciprocated feelings, you would have probably dropped out of the class and waited another semester to finish. But you couldn’t let him do that to you; you were way too close to the finish line.

Mr. Styles was in his final topic of speaking about the fun part of sex, and how it could be pleasurable. He talked about the anatomy of it at first, moving onto the techniques. And the techniques he used on how to pleasure a woman and man had you hot in your seat. He demonstrated using his finger, showing the class the way to finger someone, and you couldn’t help but cross your legs. And you were sure everyone was doing so as well.

The simple demonstration of his fingers making a curling motion as if he’s fingering someone made you clench. You had been right about his fingers bringing you to pleasure, and all you wanted to do was rush home and imagine it again since you have a full visual.

“Okay, class. I have an extra credit opportunity for you.” The class perks up at that. You had a low A in the class, and although you were confident about the final, you didn’t want to risk it, so you listened.

“Since this is a sexuality class, I hoped I didn’t make anyone uncomfortable on what I just did,” the class laughed a bit, and you smiled. “For this extra credit, I want you to go to a sex store and buy a toy that can be pretty much anything. Come back and show me, and I will mark you down for points. I don’t require a paper on this, so it is fairly easy, but this is to show that you should be comfortable in your sexuality, and walking into a sex store should be easy for you because there’s nothing wrong with that whatsoever because everyone has needs and if someone judges you, then they’re not getting laid.” The class laughs again. “You can return it if you want after I mark you down or you can keep it. A win win for everyone! Okay, class dismissed.”

You walked out of class with a smile on your face as Mr Styles lightened up everyone’s mood as everyone was stressing for finals. You were glad for it; the weight on your shoulders were still heavy, but a good laugh was needed.

You had two weeks to buy and show him the extra credit, and two weeks until you graduated. The days were counting down at this point, and before you knew it, it was the final week.

You had passed both of your finals with flying colors, and you had the rest of the week to finally relax as you were graduating at the end of the week. The apartment was a mess, and you finally had time to tidy it up a bit; fix the mess of papers on your kitchen table and put your laundry away. You also used that time to finally go out and get your extra credit.

It would be a lie if you had told yourself that you were too lazy to go out and actually buy your extra credit assignment, but that was far from the truth. If you had energy to get up and clean around your home, then you could have easily gotten up and buy a sex toy.

But it was the anxious feeling that you had that you were going to see him so up close, and actually get to talk to him again that stopped you.

The crush on your professor hadn’t died done any less, but it hadn’t increased either. You were stuck in a plateau of not getting over him and not falling for him more. You figured it’s because you see him every week, so you were hoping by this time, you were on your way to getting over him.

You made your way into the sex shop with nerves as you haven’t been into one before, and it was a very relaxed set up. Various of sex toys used for both genders were set against the wall, and a red curtain that led to something in the back that, you assumed, was the more extreme items.

You scanned the toys, figuring that it would be easy to just get a vibrator. Your hands shook as you went to grab the boxed toy, and you remembered Mr Styles’ words; there’s no reason to be ashamed in buying any of these, and that relaxed you.

The employee who rang you up was the sweetest. She greeted you with a bubbly smile, and told you that you had made a great choice because she has the same one. You didn’t tell her that it was for a school thing, because that would sound really weird, and you didn’t tell her that you were planning on returning it later on.

You drove to campus, hoping that Mr Styles was in his office. The drive was a 30 minute drive as you lived a bit far from the school, but you didn’t mind the drive.

Harry heard a knock on his office door, telling them to enter. His eyes perked up as you made yourself present as you opened the door. His heart was beating in his chest as he saw you; remembering the last time you were in his office and missing the presence of you being close again.

“Hi. How are you?” He pointed to the chair, and you sat down. Your heart was pounding as well, feeling nervous about being in his office again.

“I’m doing good. How are you?”

“I’m well, thanks. What can I do for you?” He asks politely. You reach into your bag and grab the box to show him your extra credit assignment. “Ahh,” he lets out as he sees the box. “Perfect. Let me mark you down for that.”

“Thank you,” you say as you put the toy back inside your bag. “Can I ask how I did on the final? If you’ve already finished grading it.”

“Yes. You did really well, actually,” he says as he shuffles through his papers, looking for the grade book. “Ah, here. You got a 95.” That made you smile. You were quite confident for the final, but hearing that you did well brightened up your day. “And that boosted up your grade to a 94, plus the extra credit, that will go up to a 97.”

Your eyes widened; you had passed both classes with an A, and you were extremely excited about that; and it takes everything in you to not jump up and scream. “Wow, thank you.”

“No need to thank me. You deserve it. I’m proud of you,” he smiles at you, and your heart swoons, telling him a thank you. “You graduate at the end of the week right?” You nod. “Excited?”

“Very. I really only needed to take this class, but I was putting it off because my friend took this course and said it was pretty sexual, and that made me a bit uncomfortable if I’m being honest. But I really enjoyed this class…you made it bearable.” Harry blushes, thinking how happy he is that you took the class with him.

“Well, I’m happy you enjoyed it,” he says .

There was silence that washed over you two with the slightest bit of tension; debating if either one should bring up what happened the last time you were in his office. You were feeling so many things at the moment, and he was too, but you were sure it was inappropriate to talk about it when technically, nothing even happened.

“I should get going,” you say instead.

“Sure thing. I’ll see you…uh, around,” he says hesitantly. You tell him goodbye and walk out of his office, probably the last time you would ever see him.

You had finally graduated, and you couldn’t be more happy and proud for yourself. A relieved feeling ran through you when you had put on your cap and gown, and the thought made you tear up. You were done, for now, before you had to go to grad school and get your masters degree. But either way, you were ecstatic.

Now a week has gone by since graduation, and you decided to do some errands. You also needed to make your way to the sex shop and return your item.

As you entered the door you had walked through once before, your eyes immediately spotted the familiar man who had made your heart flutter by the simple act of eye contact. And if it was by instincts, Harry turns his head towards the door and sees you standing at the entrance. He hadn’t seen you since the time in his office and he saw you walk for graduation, if that counts.

There was no way of avoiding him, so you walked over to him. “Hi, Mr Styles.”

“You know you don’t have to call me that anymore. You graduated already,” he smirks, and you chuckle.

“Then what should I call you?”

Yours. “Harry.”

You tilt your head to the side, seeing how fitting his name is on him. “Okay, Harry. What are you doing here anyways?” The question had slipped out of your mouth, but you think that there’s nothing awkward with it.

“Oh, uh, just looking for a cock ring,” he says honestly. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m actually returning my extra credit purchase,” you chuckle.

“Are ya? Why don't you keep it?”

“I don’t know…I actually never used a toy before, and I got a bit intimidated by it.” Harry nods understandingly.

“See, a win win for everyone. You either get your money back or you get a nice orgasm out of it,” he laughs, and you agree with him.“I think you should keep it. This is the time you get to explore your sexuality.” You debate a bit. He was right, and you did have some spare time as of now, so you decided to keep it; see what this thing can really do.

“If you’d like…would you like to get some lunch with me?” He asks, taking you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes brighten. “Of course.”

It was like you were waiting for this moment to come. You had waited for him to ask you out and properly get to know each other outside of school. Harry had taken you to a small shop that sold burgers and fries, and you two sat in the patio of the shop; talking, eating, and laughing at stories you told each other.

“Can I ask you something?” He nods, nervously. “When I told you I liked you in your office that one time, why didn’t you say anything back?”

“To be honest, I was nervous. You’re 22 and I’m six years older than you, and although that didn’t matter much to me, you were on the edge of graduating. I couldn’t risk that, even with how much I like you. The thought of getting caught and losing your chance to graduate, and possibly your acceptance for your masters, would just be selfish on my part because I couldn’t keep it in my pants… So I waited until you graduated; didn’t even know if I was going to see you again if I’m honest.”

You understood well on why he didn’t do anything to reciprocate his feelings, and you were grateful he didn’t until now.

By the end of it, you didn’t want the day to end so you invited him to your apartment.

You two sat on your couch, which thankfully you cleaned the place before, and talked some more and put on a movie. You two were inching closer to one another until you both were cuddling. You had rested your legs on his as he runs his fingers over your ankles, scratching your skin lightly.

You were breathing heavily, wanting to just make more than just innocent touches. As if Harry read your mind, he turned his head to look at you; a striking look in his eyes as you both look at each other. The air was heavy, sexual tension coming in hot.

“Harry…”

“Yes, love?”

“Kiss me.”

Harry wastes no time in connecting his lips with yours. The softness of your lips meeting his is enough to drive him crazy. The pull you have on his hair makes him let out a moan into your mouth as you whimper into his. Chests are pulled close together, but not close enough as the hold on each other is tight; afraid one might let go.

Harry found himself in your bedroom, and it seemed like he blanked out during that time. Your kisses probably just pulled him into another world, where he debated if this was real life or if he was dreaming it. It was all real, but it was lovely to dream about.

You sat on the bed as you continued to kiss while Harry was standing above you; him leaning down and you reaching up. You were close to his hard on, and it took everything in him not to drop his pants and have you taste him, but it wasn’t going to be about him.

This is going to be about you.

You’d managed to get both of your shirts off, wanting yourself bare and to see his chest. You were surprised with the amount of tattoos that littered his skin. It was beautiful and raw, and him. You went to press a kiss to the butterfly on his stomach; the only one you can reach, and trailing down to the vines on his hips. Harry throws his head back, loving the feeling of your lips on his. You reach for his pants and before you can fully unbutton, he stops you.

“No, no. Tonight’s about you, baby,” he says as his face is close to yours and he kisses the tip of your nose. You nod slightly, feeling yourself blush; and he pushes your shoulder back so you’re fully laying down on your bed. “You want this, right?” Your head nods quickly, enough to make yourself dizzy. “Need words, love.”

“Yes. I want this so bad.” The words come out quickly, eagerly. Harry smirks at your response, and kisses down your stomach towards the hem of your pants.

He fully removes your bottoms, only leaving your panties, and Harry thinks that you’re just a sight. “God, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he says smiling. His words made you blush, shying away from him by turning your head. “Nuh uh, don’t get shy on me now, my love. It’s just me. You’re comfortable with me, right?”

“Of course,” you respond, remembering that he prefers words rather than gestures.

“I’m glad.”

He continues kissing along the hem of your panties, teasing you slightly by dragging his tongue along your skin. The feeling makes you whimper and buck your hips slightly; wanting more than his kisses.

The fast motion of your panties swiftly being removed catches you off guard as you look down and see Harry looking at your bare pussy with hungry eyes. “Look at you. Fuck.” It takes everything in him to not devour you right then and there, but he wanted this moment to last and for you to enjoy yourself. He has been waiting for this moment the first time you walked into his office, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of you.

“Harry…” you whimper.

“Yes?”

“Please just lick me already.”

Harry kneels on the floor, kissing your inner thighs before taking one long lick up your pussy. The feeling of his tongue makes you moan out loud from the built up tension that you’ve been filled up with since the beginning of the semester.

“Fuck, so good,” he says, going in for another lick, but doesn’t stop this time. He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it as well as giving it kitten licks. Your hands fall to his hair as you tug, and your face falls to the side as you try and drown your moans against the mattress.

You continue moaning, but they’re muffled and Harry looks up at you. “No, none of that. Don’t hide away your moans. Wanna hear ya, baby. Let me know I’m licking you up just right--just how you like it,” he says and gets back to eating you out. You give him an ‘okay’ before wailing out in pleasure.

The thought had surprised you as you’ve never been with anyone who made sure you were feeling good and alright. And you absolutely loved it.

Harry’s fingers enter you, pumping and curling and finding your g spot. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Who got you this wet?” He teases.

“You.”

“I did?”

“Yes. You, Mr Styles.” Although you have been calling that more than you called him Harry, his name coming out of your mouth as you’re a moaning mess makes his cock even harder. He stares at you above him with dark eyes and nibbles on the skin of your inner thighs.

“You say you wanna explore? That no one has ever taken the time to make you feel good? Is that right, baby?” He says as he continues fucking you with his fingers.

“Mhm. No one has ever fucked me good enough for me to stay,” you say in an innocent and teasing tone, knowing that Harry will be the exact person that will do that for you.

“How about we have a little fun? With a certain vibrator of yours that you decided not to return? Do ya want that?”

“God, yes please.” Harry kisses your stomach, up to your chest, and then your lips before his fingers slip out and he walks over to unbox the new vibrator. It was a vibrator that you were able to put inside you as it stimulated your clit, and Harry has been dying to use one on you the second you showed it to him for extra credit. You heard the toy turn on as Harry played with the settings.

“Ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Harry sets the vibrations to the lowest setting as he starts to tease your clit with it; slowly circling around it as you moan out from the new sensation. “Does that feel good? Do you want more?”

“Please. Give me more,” you say as you palm him over his underwear, but he pushes you away. “Baby, you’re hard. Let me touch you, please,” you plead.

“This is all about you, so be a good girl and just enjoy this,” he says and you close your eyes, waiting for what’s to come. Harry sets the setting a bit higher. The setting is on a medium level, more stimulations to your clit as Harry moves the toy around. “Holy shit, that feels so good,” you throw your head back onto the bed.

“Yeah? Good thing I told you to keep it. You can use this when I’m not here to fuck you, unless I tell you not to touch yourself and have you wait until I stuff myself in your tight pussy.” The dirty talk is driving you wild along with the vibrator. “Gonna put it higher,” he says and doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“Oh my...fuck!” The setting is at its highest along with the part of the toy that is inside you; Harry moving the toy around a bit so it can thrust inside of you. You’re completely thrashing around on the sheets, and Harry has to physically spread your legs apart as you keep trying to close them.

Harry lays beside you, kissing your chest and taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. Your hand naturally finds his hair and pulls on it as you bring his face to yours, and he gives you a solid kiss. You hold him against you as there were no movements of your lips with his; just the touch of your lips together as you try to control your moans.

As you two part, you scream out, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“C’mon, let go for me, baby. Cum for me,” Harry encourages you.

After a few more thrusts and vibrations to your clit, your orgasm washes over you and hits you hard. Your back arched, and you turned, still feeling the stimulation from the toy.

“There ya go. That’s it,” Harry says as he slowly pulls the toy out and replacing it with his hand, gently cupping over you and feeling your wetness as you come down from your high. Your moans have been controlled, and you started whimpering from how powerful your peak was. “You’re okay. Shh. You’re okay, baby.”

You buried your face into Harry’s neck, and he scratches your back, calming you down. After a moment, you lift your head up and lazily smile at Harry, causing him to giggle a bit and kiss you. The kiss didn’t last long nor was it deepened; it was a sweet and loving kiss, and a thank you to him.

“Was that okay?” He asks.

“That was fucking amazing. Never came like that before,” you tell him honestly.

“Well, I’m glad,” he kisses your lips briefly as he couldn’t get enough of them.

“So…” you trail off.

“So…” he repeats.

“Do I get my extra credit?” You ask in a playful manner, and he laughs loud making your heart flutter over the beautiful sound of his laugh.

“Oh, baby. You get more than extra credit.”

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[ejunkiet]

masterlist: mason and olivia

(banner art by the incredible artsyaprilmr)

There are many types of kisses, Olivia learns, during the first few months she spends with Mason.

a series that maps the progression of the relationship between a human and a vampire. an unexpected love story, told in moments.

tumblr tag: # detective olivia greene - art, wips and stories.

ao3 links: mason and olivia series, main pseud.

full timeline, art and tumblr links below the cut.

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oc quick links: olivia ; emma ; lizzie ; evie.

writing links: writing tag, wips, twc fics, twc masterlist.

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arc one (all books)

a kiss on the throat - There are many types of kisses, Olivia learns, during the first few months she spends with Mason.

(not a) booty call - Not long after their first night together, Mason turns up outside of her apartment.

(really not a) booty call (18+) - The next time Mason knocks on her door, something has changed.

(just a) movie night - Discussions of Hitchcock, old video formats and the proportions of certain parts of human anatomy.

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interludes / shorts (book 1 ->  book 3)

“are you drunk?”; in the aftermath; missing scene

soaked series (18+): part one, part two, part three, part four, about olivia (fin). snippet (w/ art). seven minutes in heaven.

ns*w ficlets (18+): something about mason, texts (1/2), texts (2/2)

nightmare series: part one, part two, part three (fin).

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arc two (book 3 demo spoilers):

i know the end - Mason turns up outside of her apartment a third time. Olivia doesn’t let him in. Part one.

kiss on the (middle) finger - An accidental meeting in the woods outside the Warehouse facility. Part two.

kiss on the hipbone (18+) - Mason finds Olivia in the aftermath of another attempted abduction. Part three.

kiss on the mouth (18+) - Mason comes to a realisation. Nearly pure pwp with a helluva lot of feels. Finale.

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smutty interludes (pre-arc three)

things you didn’t say / things you said in writing - There are things they don't talk about. This is one of them. (AKA the story behind how Mason and Olivia became exclusive while not dating)

save a horse, ride a cowboy (18+) - Olivia asks Mason for a favour. A very self-indulgent, very smutty romp that bridges the gap between arcs two and three.

fire and the flood (18+) - Intimacy, in its many forms. Olivia and Mason get sidetracked at an Agency retreat. aka the shower sex fic.

santa carla - Mason accompanies Olivia to a Halloween Benefit. Couple outfits feat. leather and corsets.

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arc three (post-book 3)

a question of trust (18+) - Silk blindfolds and other ties. He’d asked that she trust him, and the fact of the matter was that she did.

things you said when you thought I was asleep - sequel to a question of trust. Mason enjoys the quiet of the morning.

things you said at 1am - Mason has been staying over more, lately. finale & entry into deeper relationship.

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art for this series: x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x,x

#writing #detective olivia greene #olivia and mason #with how much this series has grown #this made sense #find the full series on ao3 #mason and olivia

[shcherbatskya]

A case in suburbia, domestic dynamics, and a forever home. What could go wrong?

the moment i’ve been waiting for! chapter one is up now! read here or under the cut.

Cas and Dean were searching for a forever house. They had been pretty much since Cas got back from the empty. They were ready to distance themselves from hunting. Dean had always wanted a sort of suburban, white picket fence life, even if he didn’t admit it to anyone. And since he already admitted how he truly felt to Cas, why not throw his need for a domestic lifestyle into the mix. Cas was all for it. Ever since Jack had given up most of his powers to Amara, thus causing her to take his place as God and him almost human, Cas had been hoping for a place to raise him like a normal child. The bunker was great for hunting and a place for Cas, Dean, and Sam, but not so much for raising a 5-year-old kid.

House hunting had been a burden to bear, but they were making out alright. Up till this, they’d looked at about 3 other houses. They were all a no for different reasons. The first one Cas decided was in a school district that wouldn’t be good for Jack, the second didn’t have a big enough garage or backyard, and the third didn’t have enough bedrooms for all of their family to stay. With the whole credit card scam they’d been running for as long as they remember, budget wasn’t really a problem, but they didn’t want something extravagant.

There it was, 538 Chapel Street in Pine River Crossings. It wasn’t too far out of Lawrence, only a few hours' drive, and all the houses looked nice. Very cookie cutter, but that was sort of the appeal. They couldn’t guarantee that they would fit in with the traditional, upper middle-class people, but what the hell, if they could kill god they could take suburbia.

A few days passed, and they were set up to look at the home. They drove the hour and a half to the next medium-sized town with the belief in their minds that this was the one. It had all they needed, a two-car garage, a respectable school district, and two guest bedrooms. They were so caught up in this concept they made the mistake of not checking the news for the nearby areas. Once they arrived, a realtor who showed them around the dwelling greeted them. It was all they could ask for and more practically too good to be true, especially for people like them. The actual presentation of the house went over without too many problems. The person exhibiting the residence commented on how it had been on display for almost a month now, which was the first red flag. A house as nice as this, in a densely populated area, would usually not be on the market for that long in weeks unless there was some hidden con.

They signed on it not a day after seeing the house in person. It was all set up and they could officially start moving stuff in the next week. They officially shared the good news with everyone the day after they signed. Sam was beyond happy for them. Not only would he finally have a space to himself, he was proud of his brother for living the life he’d always wanted. Jack was thrilled that he would get to go to actual school and have friends that were his age and not cosmic entities. In the meantime, Cas did more research into the neighborhood. There was their hidden con. The newspaper Cas had pulled up on his phone said, “Local Couple Murdered in Own Home.”

“Dean, look at this.”

Okay, that was a setback. A murderer on the loose in the neighborhood they were moving into was not exactly what he had planned, but he had delt with worse. “Alright, that could be a problem.”

“I think it’s a little bigger than a problem,” Cas retorted.

“Is it our type of thing or just something local law enforcement could deal with?”

Cas read on in the article, “the couple was stabbed, there was no sign of forced entry, neighbors reported nothing amiss besides lights flickering before the murder. The weapon, as well as the perpetrator, was never found. No official suspects have been labeled, everyone has seemed to have an alibi.”

“It definitely sounds like our thing. Lights flickering, no breaking and entering, and all.”

They decided they could pose as residents, as it seemed perfectly normal for the newcomers to be concerned about the literal murderer on the loose. Since Cas was newly human, and Jack was, well, 5, Dean thought they might need outside help. Being out of practice to spend more time with your husband and child really had its fallbacks. Sam was off the table as backup. He was out of town and Dean didn't want to interrupt his first weekend without him in god knows how long. Plus, they needed someone who wouldn't draw too much attention to their family dynamic.

“Hey, Cas, what do you think about calling in Claire to help us with this one? You think she’d do it?”

“Calling her in for help is a good idea, whether or not shed actually do it is another question.”

“I’ll call and ask, and if she wants to help, and if not then I can think of something else.”

He kept his promise and called Claire not an hour later. He decided it might be best not to tell her it was undercover work, or that it was taking place in a white picket fence neighborhood, as that might turn her off from it almost immediately.

“Hey Claire, its been too long since we’ve talked,” he started.

“Hi Dean. what do you want, there’s no way you’re just calling to catch up if you’re starting with ‘its been too long.’”

“You got me there. I was just wondering if you wanted to come with me and Cas on a hunt. Its not too far from the bunker and we’d have you back home in a week.”

“Sure, that works. When do we start?” She hadnt seen Dean and Cas since they rescued Cas. That was over a month ago, she’d been meaning to visit, but she’d been so busy with hunting, and getting to know Kaia again now that she was finally back. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to reconnect and not miss out on anything too big back at home.

“If you could come down here by Wednesday, that’d be great.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” She was tempted to sign off with an ‘I love you’ but she was never a lovey-dovey person in that way.

On tuesday she promised Jody she’d be extra careful and would be back in under a week. Kaia told her to make sure to call every day and update her on what was happening. Claire agreed, promising to keep in touch. She spent the rest of the day driving down to Kansas.

Back on Dean and Cas’s end, they were trying to get the house set up for 4 people when they had no furniture prior to this. Cas had always loved furniture shopping even before he had a use for it. When he worked at the Gas-and-Sip, he would browse the home improvement magazines in his spare time. Dean was pretty much the opposite. He had never had reason to care for it, so he didn't. Maybe his hatred for Swedish furniture was rooted in his deep-seated commitment issues. It didn't matter much why he hated it, he just left most of the choices up to Cas. there was then the issue of appliances and such you couldn't find in a furniture store. That was left up to him. Cas sent him out to Walmart to get things for the kitchen. That was something he could do. He picked out a mixer, some silverware, and a pioneer woman kitchenware set. It came with pots and pans, mixing bowls, and a few normal sized plates. That was enough for him to consider it an absolute steal. He brought his finds home to the bunker, setting them on the table designated for things that were to go in the new house. Jack was sitting on Cas’s lap, pointing at things on the computer.

“What’re you guys finding?” Dean asked, hovering behind Cas’s shoulder.

“Djungelskog!” Jack exclaimed, showing Dean a photo of a large stuffed brown bear.

“I thought you were looking for furniture?” Dean directed the question more at Cas, but he was still looking at Jack.

“We are. Jack just got us a bit sidetracked. We found the majority of what we need. Among other things not of as grave importance.”

Dean looked over the shopping cart and then gave the go ahead. Not before adding the stuffed bear to the cart, though.

The next day Claire arrived. Everyone was thrilled to see her. Jack ran up and threw himself around one of her legs and Cas gave her an awkward dad side hug. Dean wondered when he would tell her what the hunt would actually consist of, but he didn't want to interrupt the moment.

A few hours later, Dean fixed everyone a real dinner and had them sit down at the kitchen table. The realization dawned on him that this was going to be his last sit down meal officially living in the bunker. Everyone sort of just sat in silence for a beat. Perhaps reflecting on their own lasts of officially living there. “Claire, I sorta forgot to add this when I called you, but the case is a lot of undercover work. Also its in a suburban area.”

“And why didn't you tell me this sooner?”

“Well to speak freely, I wanted you on this case and I was worried it would make you not want to come.”

“It almost does, but i'm already here now, and i wouldn't want to waste a days driving on something i'm not actually going to do.” She guessed this would probably take longer than a week. “And i'm guessing this isn't just something you decided to do out of the goodness of your hearts?”

“We bought a house in the area, and we just wanted to make sure it was safe,” Cas explained.

“Hang on, you bought a house for real and you didnt even think to tell me? You didn't think that that was valuable information?”

“It didn't come up in our phone call,” Dean said.

“And? That’s no excuse to leave your daughter out of major life events!” The ‘daughter’ part just sort of came out without her noticing, but seconds after she said it she regretted it. God, how embarrassing.

“You’re right. We should’ve told you sooner. It was kind of a recent decision, though, so you haven’t been out of the loop for too long,” Cas said.

The next day was moving day. Dean loaded the appliances into the back of Claire’s car, since the back of the Impala was already full. Claire took her own car, while Dean, Cas, and Jack rode in Baby. Their real furniture was being delivered as they spoke. Cas offered to ride with Claire, but she assured him she’d be fine by herself. The drive wasn’t even that long, especially compared to the distance she drove yesterday.

Dean was silently nervous. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but it was written all over his face. His first real stable house, with the man he loved, and his two kids, he could only hope that he didn’t mess it up. Cas put a hand on his shoulder showing he saw how Dean was feeling.

They turned onto Chapel Street and pulled up into the driveway of the house. It somehow looked bigger and more daunting than it had during the walkthrough. Claire arrived almost ten minutes later. Everyone just sort of paused in front of the house for a minute, reveling in the stability most of them had never had.

#pspspsps you want to reblog my hard work sooo bad #supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #supernatural fic #samael speaks #sammy sires

[kaderp]

ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

Or

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #disney #duck tales #don rosa #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #au #glittering goldie #scroldie #teen scroldie au #long post #really long post #megapost