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Young American - Part 12**^

I was able to finish it! It's still Valentine's day in California! This chapter is a little bitter sweet - we're gonna learn a bit more about our main character's past love lives/aches in the next chapter, so this is just a little segue into that. So this one is for those of you who are loved up, but also for those of us who are single 💕

Series Masterlist

Warnings: oral (m & f receiving), face-fucking (m receiving), breathplay, restraining, talk of other BDSM themes, unprotected sex

WC: 6.3K

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Y/N sang to Harry as he made his way out of the ensuite. He had gotten up to shut off the alarm he set to make it to the 6am yoga class (which he never attended if Y/N stayed the night), so it was nearing 5:45am. He had snuck out of bed to get to the bathroom and freshen up as he planned to surprise her with a little morning action, but when he stepped back into his bedroom she was already awake and propped up on her elbow, only wearing a grin on her face and nothing else. The bedside lamp was on as the mornings were still rather dark, but the dim lighting served as mood lighting for their purposes.

“Good morning to you too.” He responded, voice so deep and gravely it made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“C’mon…” she insisted, patting at the empty spot on the bed beside her and he hurried on and as soon as he laid down she straddled his lap and he bit his lip as he took her body in. It was cold, so her nipples were already hard, but that didn’t make him want to tease her any less. He groaned as she ground her hips down against his, he was almost fully hard by now and he loved when she would get bold, it was rare, but it was fucking sexy. She leaned down until their lips were barely touching and she smiled.

“What time did you wake up?” He asked with a smirk as his hands kneaded at her backside.

“5:30, so just a little bit before you.” She smiled and he grinned and then moaned as she ground herself against him a little more, making his tummy tighten with pleasure.

“I thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine before getting me into bed with you.” He joked and she smirked and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Like you weren’t about to do the same thing…” she responded with sass and he grinned as his lips searched for hers.

She teasingly pulled away, making him chase after her, he was getting desperate to kiss her. Feeling her so wet and ready for him that it was dampening the cotton blend fabric of his briefs was something other worldly, but he craved being close to her. He loved feeling that intense intimacy that they shared just with a look of their eyes, especially after they had said that they loved each other. They had said it to each other a few times casually since the first time, but not as intensely as the first time they had admitted it to each other. He wanted to tell her first this time and take her breath away the way she had when she first told him.

“Baby, kiss me.” He beseeched, voice soft and whiney, “Please.” He said, looking into her eyes and she smiled before their eyes fluttered shut and their lips met tenderly. It was so easy getting lost in their kisses, Y/N soon relinquished control and Harry was rolling over her as she settled into the mattress, helping him tug down his briefs to free up his erection. As her hands explored the expanse of his broad and strong back he felt tingles of electricity shooting through his nerves, jolting his excitement even further, “So fucking perfect.” He said quietly, as their noses nudged together adorably before he kissed her again. One of his hands hoisted her leg up around his hip as he readjusted himself against her vuvla, gliding against her, getting his cock even more slicked up. Her soft whines and gasps as his tip kissed up against her clit were fueling the surges of pleasure rolling through his body in steady and intense waves. He wanted to overwhelm her in the best way possible. “Baby, can I try something different?” He asked her.

“Like what?” She asked and he kissed her deeply as he knelt up and grabbed her arms, seemingly caressing them with his hands until he was pushing them down into the mattress, holding them down by the wrists.

“Like this? I have some restraints.” He said as he pulled back to gauge her reaction. Her eyes seemed to glimmer with excitement at his suggestion. The thought of being completely at his mercy made her tingle from head to toe, “Or…” he sang as his index finger danced down the inside of her arm and over her neck before circling his palm over her throat, “Like this?” He asked with a slightly lower voice, she could see what suggesting this did to him. His eyes grew darker with lust and excitement and it made her want to do whatever he wanted. “Also have a collar.” He said and well she hadn’t heard of that before and she was a little confused.

“L-like for an animal? Like a pet?” She asked and he chortled at her question.

“I mean… kind of. Because obviously it’s not for an animal, it’s for people but ummm…it’s a little more than that and we can talk about that at another time, but j-just to see if you… like it, for now? I mean… I only bring it up because you’re so obedient and those-”

“My manners.” She cut in and he smiled and nodded.

“Exactly.” He said and she smiled.

“I think I’d like that if I were being particularly bratty or something…”

“You? Bratty?” He asked and she shrugged with a smile.

“Gotta keep it interesting somehow! Don’t want you to get bored of me being so good all the time.” She said and he chuckled.

“I’d never get bored of you, love.” He assured, “So, what’ll it be?” He asked with a smirk and she grinned in response.

Moments later Harry was straddling Y/N’s lap as he restrained Y/N’s wrists to the bed frame. The knots were secured well and she had done such a good job of sucking his cock while he got everything situated there. When he finished his hands reached into her hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth and she hummed around him as he settled deep into the back of her throat and he grinned as he felt the first tug of her arms against the restraints and he glanced down to confirm that she had tried to pull, she probably needed a breath.

“Need a breath?” He asked and she hummed in confirmation, her eyes were a little watery due to the depth of him in her mouth, “Can you take it just a little bit longer?” He asked as he gently rutted his hips against the back of her mouth, feeling it tighten up around the sensitive and leaky tip of his cock. She hummed in agreement, trying her best to take even a slight breath through her nose. She wasn’t new to choking but this was breath play and it was new to her and it was exciting and scary as she felt herself getting desperate for air. When Harry saw her eyes start to blink rapidly he reared back and she inhaled deeply, “Slowly, baby.” He instructed, his cock all slick with her spit still rested against her lips.

“Again.” She panted and he smirked down at her.

“Like that, did you?” He teased her and she nodded eagerly. He understood how she felt. That tingly, lightheaded feeling was easily addictive as it made you feel a little high and floaty, so he sunk into her mouth again, holding himself in as she sucked at him. He was trying not to move too much because he would surely combust a lot faster than he planned. He was very attentive of her and once again, when he saw her starting to get really squirmy he pulled back to allow her to take a proper breath. They did this a few more times and he could see how her eyes soon started to take on that glassy appearance, the sign of her starting to go under, to her subspace, “Like this, pretty girl?” He asked and she hummed around his cock, “I like it too. You’re so good f’me.” He praised her and he could just see the impact his words had on her. He was losing his mind over how well she was doing. The image of her mouth stuff with his cock from this angle would stay engraved in his mind, he grunted as he watched his length disappearing past her swollen lips, “Fuck, look at you taking it all.” He muttered in awe.

Harry’s words were encouraging her and giving her the motivation to not give up, even when it burned a bit from how deep he was getting into her throat. Her hands were in tight fists, but every now and again she would forget that she didn’t have the use of her arms and would tug hard only to be met with resistance and she’d groan in frustration and glance up to see Harry smirking down at her. Her mind felt fuzzy from the limited amounts of oxygen she was getting, but it felt so different in an amazing way. After another few minutes Harry was kissing his way down her sensitive body, he wanted to work her up and make her come at least three times before they had to get ready to head out to the shop.

His skilled tongue played with her breasts by sucking at her nipples until they were so hard they were sore. Any little skim against them made her back arch and for her to wince at the intense sensation. Finally, she felt him traveling down between her legs and he was spreading her open and kissing at her inner thighs and hips. She was aching to feel any friction against her clit. It was throbbing intensely, she could feel how wet she was as her juices were dripping down to her ass, tickling her on their way down. Then, out of nowhere Harry gently pinched her clit between his fingers and she gasped in shock, tugging hard against the restraints as her legs clamped shut, trapping his hand between her thighs.

“Nuh-uh, open your legs, baby.” He instructed and she huffed.

“M’too sensitive for that.” She explained.

“You can handle it, you’ve handled far more intense things.” He reminded and she sighed, “Don’t be fussy with me, Y/N. Or do you need me to go get the spreader bar?” He asked and she looked at him.

“W-what’s that?”

“It’s a bar with cuffs on the ends, for your ankles or wrists and you adjust the length of the bar depending on how much I need you to open up for me.” He explained, “Can you be good or do I need to grab that? Hmmm?” He asked again.

“I can be good.” She assured and he hummed.

“Thought so.” He replied as he continued to tease at her little bud. It was so sensitive by this point and it was making her thighs shake, but Harry could see how hard she was trying not to close them up, “Getting close?” He asked as he kept rubbing but lowered himself to get his face right near her pussy.

“Yes! Oh god, yes!” She gasped and he groaned as he delved right in, sucking it between his lips. She tugged hard at the restraints to no avail as her hips undulated desperately against his mouth, his hands helped to continue holding her thighs apart as the muscles in her stomach started to tense up as her orgasm started to build. She felt like it was inevitable, almost like having the use of her arms would help her stave it off for a bit, but now the feeling was coming on hard and there was nothing that she could do to slow it down or decrease the intensity at which it was going to come. A broken cry left her throat as she started to convulse under Harry’s relentless mouth. Her body was covered in goosebumps as the delicious feelings just took over. Her brain was going off like fireworks, increasing the dopamine it produced making her body feel like it was on cloud 9 as the feeling flooded through her body in waves as Harry worked her through it until she was easing down from the intensity of her orgasm. Her breathing had slowed and so had his movements. As her skin pricked with tingles he kissed his way up her body again until their mouths met. She loved to taste herself on his mouth, she moaned and he smiled.

“S’good innit?” He asked and she nodded. She whimpered as she felt his cock sliding against her slicked up cunt and he grinned, he never wanted to hold back from her again. After feeling her, there was no way he could deny himself of her body. He kissed her once more before kneeling up and taking his cock into his hand, lip bitten between his teeth as he tapped it against her sensitive clit and she whimpered - a quick surge of pleasure shocked her system and he grinned down at her, he would love to take a riding crop to her clit and watch her back arch and watch her wriggle at the sting of it. Based off of the things she liked to try with him, he knew it was something she might enjoy. “More?” He asked and she nodded and he hummed, his own tip was so sensitive, already leaking precum that was sticking to her own skin in little strings that would snap when he’d pull far enough away. She was squirming again and he was dying to feel her withering around his cock.

“H, baby-”

“Yeah, m’going.” He assured and she nodded, swallowing thickly as he guided his erection through her slickness. He easily found her entrance and was now pressing against it, the head of it barely crowning past her opening, “How do you want it, baby?” He asked and she shivered at the question because truly, she would take absolutely anything he gave her.

“Want it hard. Show my why you wanted to tie me up.” She said and he moaned as he leaned his face over hers.

Y/N thought that he was going to kiss her but instead he just pushed inside of her without any further notice and she gasped in surprise as his girth spread her tight and unsuspecting walls open around him. A lewd and long moan poured from her throat as her body adjusted to the feel of him inside. It caused Harry’s body to shiver because he had never heard such a raw reaction from her and he loved that he had caught her by surprise like that. He could feel her body working hard to adjust to his size, her walls were throbbing and squeezing around him in delicious pulses that made his eyes squeeze shut as he started to thrust deep into her. She gasped at how deep he felt, there was a deep pinch that melted into pleasure when he’d hold himself inside for a few seconds before drawing back nearly all the way out before slamming back into her.

“Mmmm, you fuck me so good…” she praised, her hands wrapped around the restraints as she tightened her grip. She would typically be holding onto him, appreciating how fit and firm his back, arms, or bum was, but this was really nice too. Harry groaned as her words processed and stroked his ego in the best way, “I’m already gonna come.” She confessed breathily as her back started to arch and he groaned as he added a bit more force to his thrusts, keeping the same consistent rhythm that had her getting him significantly wetter than before, he could feel and hear the increase in her arousal, if he went any faster he would surely end up slipping out.

“You’re so close, can feel it.” He moaned and she started to whine out as the feeling in her tummy started to expand through her entire body, “Fuck, the things you do to me…so fucking perfect.” He grunted, “Perfect face. Perfect body. Perfect pussy.” He punctuated each compliment with a hard thrust that had her eyes rolling back, “Perfect mind. Fuck, you’re my perfect girl.” He said and she started to tremble, “Give me one before and we can finish together on the next one.” He panted and she nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the feeling, “Look at me when I’m making you cum.” He commanded and her lidded eyes blinked open slowly and focused on his eyes, so intensely set on her that it made her skin break out in goosebumps, suddenly he shifted everything thing and started to grind right into her g-spot.

“Oh fuuuuuck!” She moaned lowly almost in disbelief as her eyes rolled back and shut. Harry couldn’t help the smirk on his lips as he watched her thighs start to tremble. That part of her felt amazing on his cock as well, if she were riding him he’s sure his own thighs would be trembling and his toes curling at the delicious friction of his most sensitive part against hers. It was making him get close and fast.

“Right there?” He asked breathlessly, still wearing a cocky grin on his face.

“Yes, daddy! D-don’t stop!” She gasped.

“Pardon? Where are those manners I love so much, hmm?” He asked as her eyebrows creased.

“P-please.” She panted, “Please don’t stop!” She said again and he grinned and ground into her spot until she was quite literally oozing cum all over his cock. She was just whimpering and whining his name through her orgasm, the sounds so sweet and pretty.

“Fuck yeah…” he grunted as he started to thrust harder and faster now, right up into her spot and she gasped as he once again caught her by surprise, “Mmmm fuck yeah…” he groaned again. His arms were starting to tremble as his body was attempting to hold on just a bit longer. Y/N had no time to recover as his cock rammed into her g-spot hard, he was going so hard and getting in so deep that she was just crying out now with no regard for his neighbors at this hour of the morning, “Already getting close again?” He teased as he felt her walls starting to suffocate his cock, it was hard for him to even think anymore. She nodded, her eyes boring into his.

“Finish inside, please.” She whimpered her request. It made a chill travel down his spine as he rested his forehead over hers as his hips continued their hard snaps into hers. They had, had sex twice after their first date, but he had pulled out both times because he wanted to see his cum painted all over her skin, she just looked so pretty. But this time he nodded at her request, he wouldn’t dream of pulling out after how good she’d been.

“Yeah, baby. Of course I will.” He grunted. Her hazy eyes met his own and that was it for him. He started to struggle to keep up with his rhythm, even more so when he felt her walls start to uncontrollably pulse around him as she came undone with a long and loud moan, he could feel her cum start to slick him up but also lightly trickle out of her, she always had soft squirting orgasms that made him lose his mind and this was no different. His hips stuttered momentarily, but soon he just gave in to his instinct to push in deeper until he was shooting his load deep into her. His eyes screwed shut as he moaned against her own open mouth. He could feel her tugging hard at the restraints and her legs trembling snd squeezing around his hips. So as he rested his body fully over hers he slid his hands up to hers, intertwining their fingers together, hers slightly cold from the lack of circulation, but she squeezed his nonetheless as his hips gently ground into her as he worked them through their orgasms.

Sexual experiences with Harry were otherworldly and Y/N had no idea how she survived each and every one of them when he would always give her mind-blowing orgasms like these. He knew how to take care of her and more importantly how to bring her down from the intense experiences. Like now, after they had caught their breaths for a few seconds he kissed her gently, praising her for being so good and taking it all so well. His heavy and loving kisses smeared all over her face and it made her smile as she slowly blinked her eyes open. He was already looking at her with a soft smile. He always warned her before he’d pull out of her, this time was no different.

“Lemme free you up.” He said softly as he knelt up and expertly undid the knots he had made on the ties he had used to restrain her. As soon as she was free she hugged around his body and he smiled as he let himself fall back down onto the mattress and he hugged around her too, “Did you like that?” He asked and she giggled.

“You really have to ask after that?” She teased and he grinned.

“Oi, drop the sass, just need to make sure, alright?” He said as he squeezed her hip playfully and she giggled.

“What time is it?” She asked and he groaned and let her go to roll over and check his phone.

“Barely gonna be 7am we have time for-”

“Another round?” She asked as he turned back and he looked shocked and she laughed lightly as she pressed herself up to kiss him, “I’m joking.” She said and he shook his head.

“Don’t joke like that, I can get hard for you again in no time.” He assured and she laughed.

“I don’t doubt that, but I would like to be able to not walk funny around the shop today.” She said and he grinned.

“You asked for it hard.” He reminded and she grinned.

“I know and I don’t regret it, but another pounding like that and I may need to call out.” She said and he chuckled at her dramatics, “Anyway, what were you gonna say, we have time for?”

“Breakfast. If we hurry we can make it in by 9.” He said and she hummed.

“Mmmm yeah, c’mon.” She said as she forced herself to sit up.

“No way, you go alone. It would be unwise for me to get in with you.” He reasoned and she rolled her eyes.

“Boys…no self-control.” Y/N teased and Harry chuckled.

“I can’t help it when it’s you. Now off you go, I’ll make us something good.” He assured as he gently swatted her bum a few times before she groaned and headed into the ensuite.

Harry had been able to make them some eggs and toast with avocado, he decided not to start on the eggs until she was ready to eat. When he heard her come into the kitchen and felt her hand graze his back as she went to grab a mug, he smiled as he cracked an egg into the hot frying pan. She was now reaching for the mokapot on the small burner on the stove and he was about to ask her how she liked her eggs until he saw what she was wearing.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked with a small smile and she turned to him a bit nervously and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll change before we go, I just wanted to still be a little more comfy, I brought something a little more form-fitting and-”

“I’m not upset, baby.” He said turning to her and holding her face, “I like it. I ummm…I never really let partners borrow my clothes in the past because I’ve heard you don’t get them back.” He said and she rolled her eyes as she reached for the mokapot and he let her go.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.” She teased as she poured herself some coffee. He had actually stolen her unicorn t-shirt long ago, before they were even anything more than friends.

“A lot of my t-shirts are vintage and rare finds, OK? Like that one’s an original Fleetwood Mac tour shirt from the 70’s!” He defended as he went back to minding the eggs and she giggled, “But I was gonna say that i-if you wanted to…wear it out, I mean…y-you could.” He stammered a bit but eventually got it out and her smile fell as his words sunk in. Harry hadn’t ever really understood the appeal of sharing until he met her. She was so open and generous, he loved that about her. But more than just sharing his things with her, he liked the idea of her wearing something so obviously his out in front of others. He wanted people to know that she was spoken for - people could say all they wanted about the whole collaring thing that he found so sexy, but this was essentially a more PG version of that. People wore their partners clothes to show that they were taken and he wanted people to know or even just assume that she was taken.

“Like to the shop?” She asked and he turned to her briefly and shrugged before turning back to the eggs.

“Yeah…if you want. It’s whatever…” he mumbled. Harry tended to sprinkle in some apathy when he felt anxious that he had been too vulnerable or sentimental sometimes. Almost like he was playing off how much he was feeling.

“Do you want me to wear your clothes out?” She asked and he sighed. She felt a shift in his mood and she grabbed his arm, beckoning him to look at her, “Hey-”

“It was just a thought Y/N, you can do what you want.” He said and she frowned, he hadn’t addressed her by her name in private in ages and it made her heart hurt, “You don’t need to try to rub my face in the fact that I-”

“Hey, that’s not what I was doing. Look at me, H.” She said and he put the spatula down and turned to her, “I would never play with your feelings or make you feel bad for them, H. I was just asking if you wanted me to because I know you prefer to be private and I don’t want to do something to cause even more speculation. That’s it. I would love to wear your shirt, but I won’t do it if you don’t really want me to.” She explained and he frowned a bit as he processed what she had just said.

Harry could be hard on himself and now he felt like a total ass for assuming the worst of her. Sure, he may be the older one, but at times she was far more mature than he was, it was one of the things he loved so much about her. But she was right, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. She could see that he was now overthinking everything he had said and she ran her thumb over his bottom lip, calling his attention back to her and she smiled at him.

“S’alright, baby. I think I’ll pass up on it this time, after all I am a klutz and would hate to be responsible for ruining your vintage Fleetwood Mac tour shirt.” She said to him with a soft smile and he chuckled breathily and rolled his eyes, he still felt like he had just ruined something possibly nice between them, “Don’t feel guilty about that, H. I’m not upset, it’s just a shirt.” She assured, “A very rare and pricey shirt, but a shirt.” She said and he nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly, “For just…shutting down like that and jumping to conclusions.” He apologized.

“I forgive you.” She said and he smiled, “C’mere.” She said tip-toeing and kissing his lips over and over until he was smiling and giggling, “I love you.” She said softly, “Every part of you.” She assured and he sighed.

“I love you too.” He whispered, still not realizing how he had gotten so damn lucky with her.

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The day had been busy at the tattoo shop, there had been tons of people showing up for their valentine’s flash tattoo event. Eddie and Rosa ran the front of house as Auree was tattooing as well. It had been so active that everyone had basically staggered lunches, not really what Harry had wanted for his first Valentine’s with Y/N. But now that he thought about it, he hadn’t even done or planned anything and he suddenly felt very bummed about it.

“You’re good to go.” Harry said to the girl he had just finished tattooing and she thanked him and soon went off.

He needed to take his lunch and he hoped that he could at least run into Y/N for a few minutes before she had to come back in, her half an hour was up in a few minutes. He had an appointment at 2:30 so he was done with flashes for the day and decided he would clean up his station after lunch. He tossed the gloves over his hands and hurried into the lounge to see it empty and he headed out back and as soon as he made it out saw her sitting against the wall, she was about halfway down the back wall and he made his way over. She glanced up and smiled at him from her spot on the ground.

“Is my time up?” She asked as she pushed herself up and he shook his head as he extended his hand out to help pull her up.

“No, you’ve got a few minutes.” He assured and she nodded as he then grabbed her other hand and intertwined their fingers as he stood before her as she leaned back on the wall, “What’d you eat?” He asked her as she looked up at him.

“Nothing, I’m feeling a bit nauseous.” She said and he hummed with a frown.

“I’m sorry, are you gonna get a migraine?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, I just feel a little weird, I’m pretty sure it’s PMS, I don’t really get periods with this implant so I’m not all that used to the symptoms anymore and they just wack me out.” She explained and he pouted.

“Oh, well if there’s anything I can do to make you feel better just let me know.” He smiled and she nodded, closing her eyes as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I came out to tell you that I didn’t plan anything for Valentine’s day. I forgot. Sorry.” He said and she scoffed in mock offense and he immediately smiled at her playful reaction.

“It’s alright, since it’s just been Julie and I for a while we have dinner and a rom-com marathon. You’re more than welcome to join us, you know that she loves you more than me at this point…” Y/N said and he chuckled.

“Only if it’s really OK.”

“Of course, she would love to have you. I don’t really like rom-coms, I just make fun and I think she would appreciate having someone to gush over them with who’s as into them as she is.” Y/N said and Harry looked at her in confusion.

“How do you know I’m into rom-coms?” He asked and she giggled.

“Halloween party. You almost had a fit over me not knowing what Harry & Sally is or whatever it was called.”

“It’s a classic!” He said and she shook her head and he chuckled, “You have shit taste in movies and shows but I love you regardless.” He said with a grin and she scoffed, “It’s true.” He stated and she giggled as he neared his face towards her own.

“I have shit taste? You’re basic.” She said with a grin and he smirked.

“And you’re a snob.” He rebutted and before she could say anything else he smashed his lips into hers and she completely forgot about his playful insult. As always, their kisses were like blackholes that tore them away from reality. It was so easy to become enraptured in each other and lose track of the world outside of their little love bubble.

“You two make me sick.” They heard and pulled apart with a wet little smacking sound to see Vy smirking at them as she peeked out of the back door, “Next time get you and your girlfriend a room, Styles.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” Y/N corrected, it was a force of habit because Julie would always hound her about it, but she felt Harry’s grip on her stiffen a bit.

“Fuck buddies, whatever you two are.” Vy said with a grin and Y/N giggled.

“Alright, bugger off, she’ll be in, in a second.” Harry said with aggravation laced in his tone and Vy rolled her eyes before slipping back inside and Y/N shook her head.

“You should be nicer. She was just messing around.” Y/N said.

“They’re always butting into our shit - what we are and what we aren’t… you shouldn’t encourage it.” He said and she frowned.

“Are you upset at me for saying I’m not your girlfriend?” She asked, catching on quickly and he sighed, “Are you?” She pressed.

“No, but you couldn’t have been quicker to deny it and correct her…” he said letting her go and she rolled her lips together.

“Force of habit, Julie always hounds me about the titles and shit and well you’ve never really asked…and I don’t want to just assumed that’s what we are…” Y/N explained carefully and Harry stepped back and chuckled dryly.

“Well what else would describe what we are?” He asked a bit sarcastically and she wasn’t sure why that had hurt her feelings, just the way he was acting and saying it to her.

“I know what I consider it to be but we’ve never really talked about us other than just saying we’ll take things slow…”

“So what, we’re glorified fuck buddies right now? Fuck buddies who love each other?” He asked incredulously.

“Jesus, Harry…” she muttered and pushed herself off the wall and headed towards the door. She would much rather have this conversation when their emotions weren’t flaring up to avoid a fight. It was about time her lunch was over anyway.

“Love, I mean C’mon…it’s obvious.” He said as he hurried in front of her to stop her from leaving.

“Is it?” She asked with a frown.

“It’s just a stupid title. A label.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, whatever.” She said going around him and he stopped her again.

“Does it really mean that much to you?” He asked and she sighed in confusion. He was the one who was upset that she had denied being his girlfriend…she hadn’t meant anything by it, it was a fact. He had never asked her so even if they did boyfriend-girlfriend things they had never established what it was to them. So yeah, maybe being glorified fuck buddies was the best descriptor for what they were right now and the realization of that made her chest clench up in an uncomfortable way. She didn’t need the title, just some clarity about how he saw what they had.

“No, Harry.” She said.

“Well why are you upset then?” He asked and she laughed incredulously, this wasn’t even real. She had no idea what had gotten into him today, but he certainly was not being himself, “Fine. Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked her as he took her hands and she scoffed, feeling completely insulted as her eyes started welling up with tears as she tore away from his grip harshly.

“Seriously, Harry?” She asked.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He questioned and she exhaled shakily before shaking her head and looking into his eyes.

“No. Not if you don’t want that, which you clearly don’t. I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, you’ve been off all day and I can’t talk to you when you’re being like this.” She said continuing towards the door.

“Being like what?!” He asked with irritation. He had no idea how this was his fault. He was just trying to give her what she wanted. Why was she upset over it?

“Being a total ass about everything!” She shouted, finally losing her patience and she opened the door and slipped inside quickly and it closed harshly behind her. Harry was left with this sinking feeling in his chest as he swallowed down the lump in his throat. There was pain swirling around in his chest and he proceeded to bite the inside of his cheek to ward off the tears that wanted to build up in his eyes. The door creaked open again and he glanced towards it quickly to see Y/N come back out with a frustrated expression on her face. Brows creased in and demeanor a bit confused and sad. He hated making her feel that way.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you and calling you an ass, I shouldn’t have lost my patience like that.” She apologized and he was still too worked up to really say anything back but he just nodded instead and she exhaled shakily, “Look, about tonight?” She said and he looked over at her, her eyes cast down toward the ground, “I uh- I think that maybe you shouldn’t come over anymore tonight.” She said lowly, not even able to meet his eyes as she disinvited him from the rom-com marathon with Julie. He felt his entire heart shrivel up in his chest in a way that he had never experienced before. It hurt so much he felt sick to his stomach as he tensed up his jaw.

“Yeah, figured…” he said and she pouted as she looked up at him and their eyes met briefly, “Whatever.” He muttered lowly as he just walked off towards the street.

Y/N sighed and headed back inside feeling so utterly defeated. She really had no idea what was going on with him and why he was acting this way - obviously something was going on there, internally, and she had been as patient as possible. Y/N had a tendency to give too much and to be patient with people until they completely walked all over her and she didn’t want that to happen again. She had done what she could for her overreactions or miscommunications by taking responsibility & apologizing for them. However, she wasn’t responsible for sorting out Harry’s feelings too. He clearly had so many of them today and he was taking them out on her for some reason, much like he used to and it was disappointing and hurtful. She wasn’t going to allow that anymore, it wasn’t right. As much as she loved him, this scared her, she had been here before with partners, believing that she had to take it when they would be shitty towards her. But she didn’t want to be used as a doormat by someone who had her entire heart in the palm of his hand; she couldn’t survive something like that again.

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aching-tummies · 3 months

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RP Starter: Manufactured Ache

It's about 5:45AM on the first of two days off. My little tummy woke me with a deep, hungry growl. Right…I did skip dinner the night before in favour of getting some much-needed sleep. I've been stressed to the nines lately, waking up at 4AM or 5AM on days off to deal with timezone nonsense as I make calls to head-office stuff across the country for various things, mostly banking-related.

Normally, I get up around 8AM for work, but my tummy doesn't handle food/digesting stuff well until closer to 10AM so I usually hold off on breakfast until then to avoid a painful tummy ache (the kind that literally makes my toes curl). On days off, I often hold off on putting anything but water in my tummy until closer to 1PM or 2PM, even if I am hungry.

I've been sitting up in bed, languidly rubbing my tummy since 5:30AM as it's been clenching uncomfortably, letting out loud growls thanks to the mouthful of cold water I gulped down to chase away a case of cotton-mouth. I can feel another growl building beneath my palm. My stomach is clenching, seemingly consolidating it all for a big gurgle. As it comes, you stir to my right in bed, having heard this second growl. You slide a hand onto my belly before you even open your eyes, feeling the tense muscles under my skin.

"Hmmm? Morning, babe." I murmur, still stroking my belly as the aftershocks of the gurgle reverberate around my gut. I give a small belch, the little bit of air that got displaced with the gulp of water coming up and out with the pressure of both of our hands on my tummy. "It's not even 6--go back to sleep. It's too early to be up on a day off." I mutter tiredly as I shuffle back to lying down. I was only up to indulge in the sensations caused by that gulp of water. I wasn't expecting my guts to be active so early in the morning.

Your eyes snap open at my statement and you sit bolt-upright in bed, eyes wide and tell-tale grin on your face. Day off? Time's a-wastin'!

You've had this idea in your head for a while now, having seen and tended to my stressy tummy aches for weeks on end. Today marks the first true day off after over a month and a half of stressing out over responsibilities for me. The first in a long, long, long period of stress-induced upset tummy aches. It didn't help that I contracted a bit of the flu for a couple of days at the start of this stressful period. My schedule during those days was brutal: tossing my cookies from 3AM-6AM, trying to soothe my sickly tummy from 6AM-8AM, working an 8-10 hour shift at any of my three jobs, getting home after 9PM and immediately falling asleep--at the dinner table, at the entrance trying to remove my shoes, etc.--only to rinse and repeat.

The stressful period was out of our control. The effects of the flu was out of our control. While you certainly enjoyed tending to what was there, a part of your brain has been wondering about intentionally causing a tummy ache and how a manufactured ache would compare to all of the ones that have simply developed due to circumstances. Right now, we're dawning on the first of back-to-back days off. Our schedules have lined up for the first time in forever and we are almost 6 hours down of a potential 48 for fun and indulgence. You pat at my tummy, a wide grin blooming on your face as you think of all the possibilities.

Well then, what are you going to do first?

#tummy ache #tummy ache kink #tummy ache RP Starter

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mrsbsmooth · 10 months

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For the anon from earlier (the one abt lewie) and all of us who are loyal to Lewie + love him in our playthroughs and need some reassurance, we need to have faith in our man Lewie. That man has been set on mc since DAY 1, and everyone in the villa seems to know it. The ppl in the villa are always saying that he's a keeper and to not let him go, and look how hard he fought for mc when Roberto was going after her and even Elliot too. I do genuinely believe Lewie may have felt pressured to talk big game about Chloe to the boys and that's why he said what he said, he's a people pleaser after all. Was there interest from him to Chloe? Maybe, but he even said himself that it doesn't compare to how he feels with mc and again everyone seems to pick up on it too. Even the Casa boys say that he got all and I quote "melty" about mc and wouldn't stop talking about us on his date. I also find it as a good sign that when Chloe tried to make a move he turned her down because he doesn't want to "Mess things up with mc". This is the second time he's been on a date and someone has played big moves on him and he turned them down cause of us, not to mention miss Ivy trying to kiss him behind our back and he also turned her down. You can tell he's very serious about mc, that man has slept on the daybeds every time he wasn't sleeping with us. So I have faith in him and I think we all should :) I've been seeing around that people are upset he didn't leave with us but FB can't do that cause we were going to Casa but who knows lewies reasoning as to not going. Maybe the reasons will be explained once we get back.

Ihave a possible theory that Lewie maybe didn't leave with us because he wanted to make sure that he was 100% about us, that that spark he's never felt with anyone before (in his own words) is with mc and ONLY with mc. He probably stood behind to think out everything and to see if any of the other girls made him feel the way Mc did. Which I know sounds bad but he won't do it in a douchebag kind of way, he's just doing it to prove something he already knows, that his and mcs chemistry + feelings can't be reached by any other girl. Catch me being delulu here ^

P.s. I also feel guilty because I've been crushing on Andy a lil and I have kissed him and flirted with him, but I replayed it and am staying loyal to Lewie. Andy just makes it really hard 😭

Hopefully this does not age poorly and Lewie/FB will not prove me wrong :D

Babe I’m with you.

I’m gonna go and replay once I wake up properly (5:45am here now) and be loyal to Lewie. I just can’t do it to his little face. Even if he does bring a girl back, even if he did kiss her, god, even if he did more than that. EVEN IF HE SAYS HE OWES IT TO HER TO GIVE HER A SHOT which is the single most hurtful thing he could do.

(Like side note, personally he could do absolutely whatever he wanted in casa and if he immediately dropped her when he saw us again I would forgive everything straight away)

But for real I just can’t do it to him. Lewie has my heart and my whole ass, I love him and I want him back 😭

#LITG Lewie #litg #love island the game #love island game #LITG s6

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ereborne · 2 years

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My current work position doesn’t need me in a virtual office all day, so my work-from-home is now free to go completely asynchronous. Which means, especially since I prefer to work in excel and port my shit to google sheets at the last minute possible

I am now truly the Data Fairy.

I’m emailed a request which lands in my inbox at 5:58pm. It says “sorry to catch you at end of day”. At 3:45am a google sheet is created, edited once (Ctrl-V), and permissions are shared without email notification. I queue an email to send at 8:00am that says “no worries, here you go” with the link. About an hour after it sends, I go to sleep for the day. I wake up again that afternoon to an email thanking me in all caps.

#yapping tag #every day my power grows #it's only the meetings keeping me hemmed in now just wait until the semester is properly begun and the meetings die down #they have no idea what's coming for them

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cornytrashlord · 9 months

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🧤🎇 “they were roommates… and assassins…” (1)

What was🎇up to at 3am staying unnervingly still atop the roof of a building and peering through a sniper scope you ask? Well, for a gig of course! How else would he be able to afford all the pkmon cards and l0otboxes otherwise?

There's an itch under his skin that has been growing ever-insistent. It wasn't entirely because his muscles were beginning to ache and cramp from holding his position for so long. 🎇was usually patient when it came to the waiting game.

He liked the near-thoughtlessness it demanded of him but the cafe nearby opened at five! The faster he got this done, the quicker he could leave to pick up a fresh bagel for 🧤 on his way back.

The radio crackled to life. "Target on sight."

He hummed in response as he tracked a stout woman that came into view with steadied breaths. Just a little more…There was no hesitation as he pulled the trigger when she came into his crosshair. A clean shot to the head. She crumpled.

"Target down." "Kill confirmed. Clear out."

Time to leave. He climbed to his feet. Nimble fingers dismantled the rifle and slipped the pieces into a compact case. He hoped🧤enjoyed bagels from his favorite place.

🎇was a professional—the best contract killer under an underground corporation, but he disliked risk.

It wasn't as if he were averse to risk-taking. His profession revolved around it, but it didn't stop him from taking every precaution available to him.

Despite his expertise in close combat, he stayed as far away from the action as he possibly could.

His unparalleled skills at sniping helped him stay out of the heat of the action. He even got himself a perfectly normal roommate who slept at not-normal hours!

🎇sucked in a breath when he tripped over a pair of shoes by the entryway.

Speaking of said roommate…

"Oh, welcome back," 🧤 called out from his spot at the end of the couch under the warm halo of the lamp. The blond was in a t-shirt and boxers, hunched over on his laptop as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

🎇checked the time. 5:45am. He forced his heart down from where it leaped up into his throat and offered his roommate a smile. He wished he didn't notice how beautiful🧤 looked even when the man was curled in like cooked shrimp.

"Dude, do you ever sleep?" "I will. Soon. Just gotta fix this shit." "Aww~ So you weren't staying up because you were worried about me?" "Hell nah, brother!"

🎇's keen eyes took notice of the flush growing on his cheeks and stifled the urge to laugh.🧤did see him at his worst after all. It wasn't any surprise that he'd be worried. 🧤 had no idea what he did for a living. The gesture made him feel warm inside.

"Riiight. Got you a bagel, Dz!" He tossed the sealed paper bag, aiming right for the seat next to 🧤, only for the man to reach out and catch it without ever turning to look at him. 🎇's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Uh…yeah. Thanks, man." "No…problem? I'll…umm…see you when I wake up? Get some rest too, Dz." 🎇sauntered past him and into his room and flopped inelegantly into his bed once he shut the door behind him. How was it possible for a guy to be THAT pretty?

#corny soliloquy #amodo #fic collab #w/chii

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eudaiimonia · 1 year

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Rapunzel let your hair down.

Ship: Eddie Munson/Elliot Henderson (oc/self insert)

WARNINGS: mention of drugs, swearing. Status: Unfinished and will never finish :)) I lost motivation.

1:45am

The moon hung high in the sky. Elliot fast asleep in his bed. Layers of blankets keeping him warm and cozy. Eddie had snuck around the henderson house, it was easy since it was all one story so Eddie had no trouble finding Elliot's room.

Luckily Elliot had left his blinds slightly open. Letting Eddie peek into the dark room. He try to quietly as possible open the window to his surprise was unlocked; he is definitely going to have to talk to Elliot about locking his windows.

Eddie opens the window enough for him to get into his friends room. He now has to pray that Elliot doesn't freak out and scream. Eddie snuck over to the bed and before softly patting Elliot.

"Hey... hey Elliot...wake up..." Eddie whispers, pushing his friend abit more.

"5 more mintues mom...." Elliot stirrs abit in his sleep.

"Elliot!" Eddie whisper yells, hitting him harder.

"Wha-!" Elliot jolts up but before he could make to much noise and wake up his whole house. Eddie puts his hand over his mouth.

"Shhhhh!! Don't wake everyone up." Eddie says before releasing his hand from Elliot's mouth.

"Eddie! What are you doing in My room! At almost 2 am???" Elliot whisper yelled back.

"I came though the window! Which should really be locked!"

"Well I didn't think someone would actually break into my house- why are you even here??"

"I needed to come get you. There is a college party in the woods and I want you to come with me so I don't get super high or attest have a wing man." Eddie keeps whispering.

Elliot just stared at Eddie dumb founded, he let's out a tired sigh and plots himself back into his pillow.

"Are you serious?"

Eddie leans over his friend with a smile and a nod.

"Yeah, I'm serious. College kids are great money for selling." Eddie wasn't wrong. College students are way more likely to have money and get high even more so at a party in the woods.

Elliot pulls his blankets off and getting out of his bed. Eddie couldn't help but get giddy. It was party time and he is bringing his favorite boy.

Eddie sat himself down in Elliot's bed. It was super soft and comfortable; maybe Eddie should sleep over sometime. He noticed he had a couple of blankets and pillows that unneatly sat around his bed. Eddie's attention is snapped back to his friend when he stands infront of him.

Elliot had changed into his street clothes. He wore a hoodie with an oversized fannel and some ripped jeans similar to Eddie's. The whole fit made Elliot look small.

"Ready?"

Elliot nods. He wasn't worried much about sneaking out with Eddie; it wasn't their frist time and definitely not the last.

Eddie lead the way out the window, Elliot followed him, leaving the window cracked so he can get back in with little trouble.

The two boys walk to Eddie's van, talking quietly as if anyone was awake at this hour to hear them, once in Eddie's van they drove closer to the wood spot the party was taking place. To no surprise it was at skull Rock, A popular make out spot for teenagers.

Eddie walks up to the party with Elliot in toe. Making it pretty known he had weed for sale in his own special way. Eddie got busy, taking cash from people in exchange for weed and from the sounds of it he was upcharging. Not the worse idea when it comes to this.

Elliot watched as Eddie spoke to everyone so easily, never having an awkward moment with anyone. He glanced over at Elliot who was keeping his distance; just people watching.

"Hey Ellie! Babe come help me." Eddie shouted waving Elliot over.

Elliot rolled his eyes at the sound of his nickname and made his way though the small crowd to join Eddie. The taller boy wraps his arm around Elliot's shoulders, pulling him closer and incasing him in the smell of weed.

"This is my boy, Elliot! Everyone be nice to him!" Eddie shouts to the small crowd of young adults. Eddie gave him a slap on the back before feeding him to the metaphorical sharks.

#F/o: Eddie munson #My writing #fanfic #self insert #self shipping #self ship #self ship fic

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ereawrites · 3 years

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Diego’s alarm blares you awake at 5:45AM - you know this without even opening your eyes because, unpredictable as Diego is, he always wakes up unreasonably early to work out. You know this because he always texts you at 6AM to bitch about how stiff his shoulders are.

Today, you’re sure, his whole body will be screaming at him. Having shown up at your door last night just after midnight, covered in dust and dirt and bruises, Diego had simply shrugged off your concerns.

“What-“, you started, but he was already sliding past you into your apartment. At least he had the decency to pat your cheek as he passed.

“Nothing to worry about.”, Diego said, rifling through your refrigerator as if it were his own. He didn’t need to know that you keep extra eggs in stock for him, after all. “I jumped out of a window, that’s all. Totally fine.”

His back was to you and you could still see his stupid little smile. “Well, excuse me for not figuring that one out right away. Unforgivable.”. He huffed out a quiet laugh at that, gingerly turning to face you with your last bottle of milk in hand.

“You want this for breakfast in the morning?”

You did. You absolutely did. He dropped off a box of your favourite cereal two days ago, claiming to have been ‘passing by’, and that was total bullshit because the closest store is 15 minutes’ walk away from your house, and he shouldn’t even have known your favourite cereal because Diego Hargreeves was very much not your boyfriend.

Anyway.

His bust lower lip had twisted up into a too-soft smile when you said, “Nah, go for it. Just don’t drink it so fast that you’re sick this time. I’ll be in the bathroom to help fix you up when you’re done.”

The window is now taking its revenge. Is this his karma for destruction of property, you muse to yourself as you stretch the kind of stretch that makes your whole body shake, or for waking you up last night? Diego grunts. The alarm shuts off and you hear his phone clatter unceremoniously back onto the nightstand.

“Good morning.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry. Go back to sleep, I’ll be out of here in a minute.”. Bless his soul, he really does sound apologetic. Thankfully, the deep rumble of his first-thing-in-the-morning voice does wonders to put you in a good mood with him.

When you roll over to face him, you’re not quite sure what you notice first: the gentle, bleary brown eyes, or the bruise smacked right across his cheekbone. “Hm, it’s okay. How are you feeling?”

Diego’s palm envelops the back of your hand and gives a quick squeeze. “Great.”, he hums, despite how exhausted he looks. “Thanks for letting me crash here. I’ll bring you breakfast after my workout.” - and you’re at least 60% sure he was born with persuasive powers, too, because the way he looks at you leaves you reeling in the early morning light, and he’s halfway sat up before you can even react.

“Nope. No. Absolutely not. You need to rest today.”, you insist, grabbing his wrist to stop him in his tracks. Diego is a stubborn little shit and he looks at you like you’re an idiot - sweetly, sympathetically, and you’d want to kill him if he hadn't managed to carve out such a soft spot in your chest. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and you permit it if only to admire them. It’s far too early for subtlety and, hey, Diego’s always loved flattery.

“I don’t have time.”

When flattery doesn’t work, reason is your next best bet. A little guilt can't hurt, either, right? You pout up at him. “Who’s committing crimes at 6AM, baby? It can wait.”

(You should not call Diego that. He is not your boyfriend.

His face lights up just a bit.)

“Troublemakers.”

He smirks, and you know you’ve lost with that approach. Diego flip-flops between sweetness and sarcasm as if he's attached to a particularly irritating bungee cord, promising you breakfast one minute and deliberately driving you crazy the next. With a brush of his thumb over your knuckles, he’s moving away and stretching his arms over his head with a groan.

You wag an accusatory finger at him, still squinting in the ray of sunlight that manages to penetrate through your broken shutters. You’ll get him to fix it later this week. “Troublemakers like the guys who crash through innocent windows?”

“That’s different-“

“-In fact,”, you smile, poking at the skin of his gorgeous back in a petty attempt to get his attention solely back on you. “Maybe I should report you to the police. Bring down the crime rates and all.”

“You’d love to see me in handcuffs, huh?”, he quips as he stands and stretches again, giving you a perfect view of those lithe muscles in action. Boy, would you ever. But the smugness in his voice is way too evident, even if you can’t see his face: your only option is to scoff.

“You’d be lucky.”, which is absolutely true (because you would rock his shit), because you’re pretty sure Diego is all bark and no bite, because you’ve seen just enough of his hidden tender side to really believe all his cocky jokes. You try not to dwell on it too much, but a tiny part of your heart believes that maybe Diego really, really cares for you.

Maybe it’s because of how he leans back over the bed to hold your cheek in his palm. God, he has you crumbling with that look in his eyes sometimes. “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

Then his touch is gone, and it’s so embarrassing how you almost chase after it, but you smush your face into the pillow with a sigh. He’s stubborn as a mule and you're too exhausted to put up much more of a fight. Maybe you should just let him go for his ridiculous workout. Let him push his tired body, and let him send you an extra bitchy text in half an hour. You’ll ignore him, really teach him a lesson. See how he likes that.

You're just beginning to snicker into the pillow when Diego bends down to grab his shirt, staggers on his bad leg, and whimpers in pain.

Oh, well. Not a chance he's leaving now.

Three weeks ago, Diego had insisted on giving you some sort of self-defence training, which you had only actually agreed to on the assumption that you’d be able to annoy the shit out of him with it later. The main focus had been on ‘using the opponent’s size against them’ - this was not the first time you’d understood the reason behind all the Batman jokes - and, oh, this is the perfect opportunity to test your new skills.

With all the grace of a drunken bull, you leap from the bed, nearly tripping on the tangled bedsheets, and wrap your arms around his waist. Diego reaches out to steady you even as you're dragging him back towards the bed, tumbling down with him in tow and turning the impact into a roll that leaves him on the far side of the bed, with you curled tightly around his back, arm draped across his chest. The final step is to sling your leg over his hip, effectively pinning him with the least possible pressure on his sore muscles.

“Honey-”, Diego begins, but then you're running your fingers through his hair and it dissolves into a quiet little oh that you’re sure looks perfect on those pouty lips. It strikes you that this is the first time Diego has let you hold him - you're always the little spoon, on the rare occasions that both of you give in to the desire to touch each other, and you’re shocked by how right it seems to feel him melt into your touch. All the fight vanishes from his body in seconds.

“…I sleep better when you’re here, you know.” - and it’s not using any tricks to get him to stay, it’s just the plain truth. Diego’s breath hitches in his throat. It’s partially for selfish reasons that you want him to stay in bed, you admit, but mostly because he deserves a rest for once. You worry for him more than you would ever let him know. He probably figures it out, anyway, once you give in and drop your forehead to rest against the back of his neck. Somehow, you can't bring yourself to care - it’s much nicer to just enjoy how he kisses your wrist on the next brush of your fingers through his hair.

He’s leaning into your hand even before he pretends to grudgingly concede. “Just another hour.”

You’ll see about that.

#I would die for him #I couldn't not write for him after watching tua #Diego hargreeves #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #Diego x reader #Diego Hargreeves x reader #umbrella academy x reader

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kaitycole · 3 years

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chapter 5: let the schemes begin

Summary: Two little friends have always desired one thing: to end up as siblings. So when the chance presented itself after a finalized divorce, who were they to decline such an opportunity to finally bring their parents together?

Pairings: Bokuto Kōtarō x f!Reader

Word Count: 4453

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Mentions of divorce, cheating, cussing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this series. Part of the @babythotshq Dearest Daddy Collab

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January 5, 2026

Jess watches her daughter through her laptop screen, the little girl has been quiet for about five minutes and she looks worried which makes her mother want to reach through the screen and comfort her.

“Seiko, baby, what’s bothering you?”

She sighs, swinging her feet back and forth. Ever since Misaki’s birthday something’s been on her mind, but she’s been too afraid to ask her dad or her mom. Usually Seiko would just say what was on her mind, ask whatever questions she had that popped into her head, but this was different, her dad and Y/N whispered when they talked and stopped when her or Haruki came into the room.

“Nothing, Mama.”

“It makes Mama sad when you’re upset.” Jess pokes out her bottom lip which gets a giggle from Seiko.

“Daddy said he made that face up!”

“Oh, he did? That sounds like Daddy.”

Seiko smiles a little, “can I ask you something, Mommy?”

Her sweet and low tone melts Jess’ heart as she gives her daughter a smile. “Of course baby girl.”

“What’s a divorce?”

Jess sucks in a quick breath, trying to decide how best to approach it while also curious as to where the subject even came up.

“Well, it’s when a mom and dad stop living together.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes it’s because they may be fighting a lot.”

“Why?”

“Because sometimes people stop getting along.”

“Oh.” Seiko starts wringing her hands again. “I heard Haruki ask Daddy about it. Does that mean they don’t love him anymore?”

“No baby. Y/N and Youta love Haruki very much, just like Mommy and Daddy love you. Divorce is a grownup thing, but it has nothing to do with Haruki.”

Her golden eyes start shining, filling with tears. “Promise, Mama? I don’t like Haruki sad.”

“I promise. Can you go get Daddy?”

Seiko bounces out of the chair, quickly returning to her usual energetic self as she runs out of the room, shouting for her dad. Jess laughs when Bo walks into the room, carrying their daughter upside down as she squeals.

“Daddy put me down!”

“If you say so.” He acts like he’s going to drop her which only makes her start to squeal louder before he finally sits her down on the floor.

“Mommy wants you. I think you’re in trouble.”

Bo looks directly at Jess with a puzzled expression before she shakes her head. Seiko giggles before running up to the laptop.

“Bye Mommy!” She leans forwards, kissing the screen. “I love you!”

“I love you too baby girl! I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” She waves as Seiko runs into her room, leaving her parents alone.

“You look radiant as ever, Jess.”

She blushes, “you, as handsome as ever Bo.”

“Seiko said I was in trouble.”

“You are. How dare you not tell me about Y/N and Youta’s divorce.” She shakes her head, quickly checking her phone after it pings, Bo catches the way she bites her lip as she smiles at whatever she’s reading.

“I didn’t know you were so invested in their marriage.”

“I’m not, but I am invested in the happiness of my baby daddy.” She smiles wide, knowing Bo doesn’t really care for that term, that it makes him feel cheap, but she can’t let a teasing moment pass them by

“I’m not happy about it.”

“Maybe not directly, but it does leave Y/N open for new ventures. New possibilities. New relationship with an old friend, perhaps?”

“Jess! The papers aren’t even signed.” It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t briefly, very briefly, crossed his mind. A chance to finally tell you how he felt, but just like back in high school, the timing was all wrong.

She repeats what he said, mocking him which makes him roll his eyes. “Well either you can tell her or I will.”

“You wouldn’t.” Bo narrows his eyes at her and she mimics the expression.

“Do you really want to test that theory?”

There’s no doubt in Bo’s mind that Jess would actually do it which slightly worries him. He knows her better than himself most days and that she only has the purest intentions when it comes to him, it was something that he saw a lot in Seiko too. Even if there was a chance for him, he knows he has to tread lightly since it’s not just you he has to worry about but also Haruki and somewhere in there Youta counts too.

“Just promise me you won’t wait forever?” She tilts her head with a soft smile on her face. It’s the same one Seiko makes when she first wakes up and Bo feels a tug on his heart. “Even the knight deserves happiness in the fairy tales.”

“I promise. Just want to make sure the timing’s right.”

* * Mid-April – 2010

Bokuto had realized his feelings for you on a seemingly random day after the first volleyball practice of your second year. He was thrilled when he heard that a first year named Akaashi Keiji was a setter, but the first person that he wanted to tell wasn’t there: you.

He had a few crushes before this, but he could tell this time it was different. The only downside to this realization was that now he found himself nervous to be around you alone. Before it didn’t bother him to sit next to you, shoulders brushing against each other’s, but now he opted for a seat across from you and if he had to sit next to you, his face was red the whole time. Then came the struggle between telling you or not telling you, both sides had a plus and negative.

Telling you meant you had the chance to share his feelings.

Not telling you meant he could keep you as a friend.

Telling you meant you could reject his feelings.

Not telling you meant you two would only be friends.

And of course, the one person who Bo would normally go to when he needed serious advice was you, but you were the one person who couldn’t help him with this one.

** “Yukippe!” He called out to the second-year manager at the end of practice.

“Ko-chan!” She smiled as she turned to face him. She raised an eyebrow at his demeanor, he was chewing the inside of his cheek while nervously shifting weight between his feet.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Which class?” She put a hand on her hip, a small smirk on her face.

“Huh?”

“You need notes, right?”

“Oh, no.” He shook his head, “It’s uhm…I need advice.”

Her eyes widened, grabbing his hand she dragged him over to the bleachers, patting the stop next to her for him to sit. “Advice about what?”

“Well I think I like someone…”

She cut him off, “Is it Y/N? Tell me it’s Y/N!”

He wanted to deny it, but if she guessed that easily, obviously he wasn’t good at hiding his feelings. Or it could have just been you’re the only person he really hangs out with outside of the volleyball team. But if it was obvious, had you picked up on it? Or was that a sign you didn’t like him back?

“If it’s that obvious how come she didn’t already notice?” He sighed, shoulders dropping.

“She could just be shy. You two are really close, maybe she’s just nervous. Or she could want you to make the first move, some girls like that.” Yukie shrugged.

“What if I tell her and it ruins our friendship?”

“But what if you tell her and you have a really great relationship?” She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “you can’t be in the game if you just stand on the sidelines, right?”

* * The first time Bo went to confess he had practiced his small speech all night, not falling asleep until close to 2:45am. He even asked one of his sisters to iron his uniform in exchange for doing the dishes all week and made sure he left a bit earlier. If there was a pre-confession checklist, he had all the boxes checked and ready to go. It was all planned, he wanted to tell you his feelings as soon as he saw you, but he also didn’t want it to distract you from classes, you were very serious about getting into a good university. So as much as he hated to wait, he held out until the end of the day, right before practice.

He had told you to meet him at your locker after your last class and he pepped up when he got a quick glimpse of you waiting there for him. Taking one last deep breath, he continued to walk towards you until he saw something that brought him to a complete halt. You throw your arms around some guy he doesn’t recall seeing around Fukurōdani Academy, but to be fair that wasn’t saying much. He didn’t really keep up with people who weren’t in his class or on the volleyball team. He tried to hold on to the confidence he had all day, but it was shattered when you waved him over, introducing whoever the guy was as your boyfriend.

That’s how Bokuto spent all of his second year and most of his third year, watching you get into a relationship with what felt like everyone but him. He’d smile when you introduced the newest guy who confessed, whisper how sorry he was when you came to him crying when the relationship inevitably ended, help you pick up all the pieces. He became the one you could turn to who didn’t have an ulterior motive, the one who was just there for you without you even asking him to be.

Then after Bo felt he had waited long enough, that you were in a good place after the break-up, he’d get ready to confess only to have it shot down by you introducing him to the guy who managed to confess a day or so before he had the confidence to. And the cycle just continued, you got in a relationship, broke up, Bo went to confess, you already had a new guy, leaving Bokuto’s self-esteem to slowly be chipped away.

* * February – 2012

“Bokuto-san, you should really say something to Y/N.” Akaashi said, helping the ace pick up a few stray volleyballs from their extra spiking practice.

The ace just shrugged, he had realized that it had been a while since your last break up and you hadn’t been acting like you were in a new relationship like you usually did. But for longer than he’d care to admit, he’d held on so tightly to his feelings that he wondered if he could even let them go.

“I’ll support whatever you decide, but I’d hate for you to regret not telling her years from now.” Akaashi gave Bokuto a small pat on the shoulder before he headed for the locker room.

** March – 2012

Bokuto took a deep breath and smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt. Today was the day, he was finally going to confess his feelings for you. He had it all planned out, with Akaashi’s help of course. He had bought the small owl keychain you had said you liked last weekend when out shopping.

His heart fluttered when he heard your laugh and his pace increased even though his legs felt like they’d give out at any moment. He swallowed thickly, the heaviness of his nerves filling his chest with each step he took. The butterflies in his stomach multiplied making him feel a slight wave of nausea when he finally sees your face. You jumped up from the bench you’ve been sitting on, waving him over eagerly with a huge smile on your face. Something about this time felt right to Bo and he dug into his pocket, tightly holding on to the keychain.

“Bo!” You throw your arms around him and he let the floral scent of your perfume calm him.

“Y/N.” He cleared his throat, “I want to tell you something.”

“Can I tell you something first?” You smiled at him and gave him a small pout which he knows he can’t refuse. How could he ever say no to you?

“Of course.” What was a few more minutes?

“I got into Kyoto University!” You started to jump up and down, hugging him once again.

“Y/N, that’s awesome! I’m so proud of you!” The two of you sat down on the bench, knees slightly touched when you turned a bit to the side to face him.

“Thank you!” You let out a breath, “it might sound odd, but I’m glad to be going to university single. No distractions, I can just focus on me and my degree.”

You had started to ramble about the course catalog and the two different majors you were torn between, but Bo didn’t hear any of it. Your words repeated on a loop in his mind, breaking his confidence and maybe even a little of his heart. He wanted to get up and just go home, skip practice, he didn’t care about Nationals right now. Once again, he was too late, but for some reason this time felt more permanent.

“Bo! Bo!” You called out, “what did you want to tell me?”

When he looked up at you, you had that signature smile on your face, the one he always looked for on a bad day or the same one Akaashi would point out when he hit a slump during a game and it broke his heart.

“Nothing. Oh wait,” he stood up, pulling the keychain out of his pocket. “I just wanted to give you this.”

Your eyes widened and you squealed when the owl keychain was placed in your hand. You had briefly mentioned you liked it while the two of you walked past the small shop. To be fair you weren’t sure he had even heard you, but you weren’t surprised, Bo always came through. You pressed yourself up on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek, thanking him over and over for the gift.

At that moment, Bokuto wasn’t sure which had hurt him more. Coming to confess to you, just to see someone had beat him to it or coming to confess just to hear you say you didn’t want a boyfriend. Each time had taken a toll on him, each time carrying the heavy weight of rejection, but this time Bo knew it would be the last time because he couldn’t take that pain anymore.

* * January 13, 2026

“Let’s go to the swings, Hakkun!” Seiko grabs the boy and drags him across the playground.

“No. I don’t want to!” He tugs his arm away from her which causes her to stop and look at him. Haruki didn’t normally act like that, usually he just went along with whatever she wanted to do, but lately he’d been acting differently and Seiko didn’t like it.

“Fine! Play by yourself!” Seiko stomps away, crossing her arms as she goes. When she finally hops up on the swing, there’s an older girl on the one next to her.

“Don’t worry. Brothers can be moody sometimes.”

It isn’t the first time someone called them siblings, assuming they were related which usually bothered her because she didn’t think they looked anything alike. But this time, it gave her an idea that she wanted to share with him. Though it would have to wait because she was still mad at him.

* * January 20, 2026

You and Youta have been sitting across from each at the kitchen table going over the fine details of your divorce for the last half hour. It still feels weird to you, for months the two of you could barely hold a conversation, but within the last few weeks it was as if you were back in college. As if this whole process was the same as a college debate and you both were able to effortlessly keep up the conversation. It was as if when you both accepted the end of your relationship had come, that pressure to make things work, to keep up the facade was gone and you two could breathe again.

It feels weird that 12 years of your life was now simplified into a small stack of papers, that somehow the love that you two had stumbled upon on a college campus was just gone. The same love that brought your beautiful son into the world had somehow vanished without you noticing. Maybe you had noticed, maybe you saw the way Youta’s eyes never stayed focused on you for long, how even when he was there he seemed to be somewhere else. Maybe it was something you had known when the lack of your husband’s touch had stopped bothering you and you’d wish he had stayed out all night rather than stumbling in at 3am just to end up waking you.

Your son walks by the table, going into the kitchen and grabs a snack that he knows he shouldn’t have because it’s almost time for dinner. He tries to walk by you, without a word before you reach out, stopping him.

“Ruki, it’s almost dinner. Let’s wait on the snack, okay?” You say, your tone gentle as you reach out to pull him into a hug. You were used to your son being more reserved than outgoing, he usually preferred to read or draw and always opted to be in the living room so he was around you but could still be alone. But recently you noticed that he preferred spending most of his time alone, if there wasn’t a specific reason to be around you or Youta, he holed up in his room.

“But I don’t want to.” He puts up his arms, pushing away from your embrace before he starts to open the foil package.

“Haruki, I asked you to wait for dinner.” You reach for the package, but he yanks it out of your reach.

“I don’t care!” He shouts, walking back towards his room.

“You need to apologize, Haruki. That’s not how you speak to your mother.” Youta stands up from the table, a serious expression on his face as his words come out steady and firm.

Haruki stops midway down the hall, turning his head slightly to the side and he mumbles an apology, heading back into his room before you or your husband could say anything further.

* * February 22, 2026

“Hakkun!” Seiko throws her arms around her best friend, squeezing him a bit tighter than usual. She had been talking to her parents about what was going on between you and Youta and when she asked how she could help, they told her just to make sure he knew he was loved.

“Hey Seiko.” He gave her a small smile. You had dropped Haruki off with Bo since you had a job interview and Youta had to travel to Miyagi for a short business trip.

“My daddy said we can watch him practice if we want!” She smiles, taking his hand in hers, “you still wanna play volleyball, right?”

He shrugs, “I guess.”

“Maybe you and Saki-chan could practice together! Uncle Kaashi is gonna teach her!”

Haruki follows her to the top of the bleachers, she swears it’s the best spot to watch, but Haruki would’ve been fine on the first row. Both of them are watching the MSBY team run drills when Seiko screams before turning to Haruki.

Bo immediately starts apologizing to the team who just waved him off, telling him that it’s fine, they love Seiko and the slight distraction was the perfect chance for a small break.

Sakusa’s eye twitches as he glares towards Bokuto, “I really wish she was more like Jess.”

“Seiko is perfect the way she is.” Hinata quickly adds, giving the outside hitter a thumbs up.

“Is she?” Sakusa raises his brows before walking away, leaving both Hinata and Bokuto speechless.

“Speaking of Jess, how is she doing?” Meian jogs over to his teammates, water bottle in hand.

Atsumu cocks his head to the side, curious about his captain's seemingly sudden interest in Jess, but before he can ask, Bokuto begins to tell him that they had just talked earlier that morning and she’s been doing fine.

** “I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT AN IDEA!” Seiko shouts before Haruki reaches over to cover her mouth with his hand.

“Seiko, inside voice.”

Her cheeks turn red and she gives Haruki her signature sorry smile before waving at her dad telling him the same.

“Sorry, I just got so excited.”

“What did you forget to tell me?”

“Remember when we were at the park and I wanted to swing?”

He just nods, he didn’t like thinking about how mean he had been and what made it worse was when he tried apologizing, Seiko just brushed it off, telling him that it was her fault not his.

“A girl called you my brother.”

“People do that a lot.” Haruki turns his head when he hears the smack of a volleyball, his attention going back to the MSBY practice. It wasn’t anything new for them to be mistaken for siblings even though they didn’t really look anything alike.

“But what if we were siblings?”

“Then one of us would have totally different parents.”

She huffs, annoyed with his attitude, but remembers what her mom said and calms down. “No, I mean what if your mom and my dad got together.”

His head snaps towards the little girl, his attention completely on her. “What?”

“My dad always smiles around your mom.”

“And my mom really likes being around your dad.” He taps his chin with his index finger, thinking. You did seem a bit sadder since he learned his parents were getting a divorce and he knows Uncle Bo makes you laugh a lot. He looks over to Seiko who has a grin on her face, “what did you have in mind?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Seiko leans towards Haruki, cupping her hand and whispering in his ear.

** “Seiko! Haruki! Get your jackets ready, I’ll be back shortly.” Bo calls up to the two kids who are both smirking.

“Okay Daddy!”

“I’m serious. We have to meet Y/N on time.” He points at his daughter before heading into the locker room, but stops when he hears Jess’s name come up in conversation.

“What yer askin’ about Jess for?” There’s a slight amount of teasing in his curious tone.

“Just making conversation since Sakusa brought her up.” Meian’s almost boring response slightly irks the setter, but the faint blush on his cheeks aren’t lost on Atsumu.

“If yer that worried, I’m sure Bo would give ya her number.” Atsumu raises his eyebrow at his captain who seems to be a bit flustered now.

“I uhm—it’s really fine. I was just making conversation.” Meian shuts his locker a little too hard.

“You’re sure Bo would what?” Bokuto lets his presence known, a puzzled look on his face.

“Invite the team to Seiko’s birthday party, of course.” Atsumu smirks.

“Yeah, of course.” He goes to his locker, grabbing his stuff for a quick shower. It had never crossed his mind before, not that he was opposed to it, but thinking of Jess with someone else left a weird feeling in his chest.

* * February 27, 2026

“What do you think they are talking about?” You ask Bo, both of you looking at the table next to yours. Despite popular opinion, Bo didn’t take Seiko out for fast food often, but you managed to convince him this one time wouldn’t hurt, so here you all were at McDonald’s much to Bo’s distaste.

Seiko and Haruki are sitting close to each other, hands cupped over their mouths as they whisper to each other, eyes going back and forth between their parents and each other. Both of your children had begged to sit at their own table, claiming they were discussing their next big adventure where no adults were allowed.

Bo shrugs, “probably scheming something or another. Seiko’s birthday is coming up.”

“That’s true. Can you believe they’ll be six this year?”

“Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a dad.” He laughs.

“Anything special planned?”

He leans over, whispering in your ear, “Jess is coming in, it’s a surprise.” When he sits back up, he sees Seiko giggling before she looks down at her food, almost like she had been caught.

** “What do you think they are talking about?” Seiko looks over at Haruki when she sees her dad lean over towards you.

“Adult stuff, probably.” Haruki takes a bite of a chicken nugget.

“Haruki, c’mon. We have to think of ways to get them together.” Seiko grabs one of his fries despite his protests.

“Maybe we should ask an adult.” He shrugs, “they’d probably have more experience with this.”

“But who?” She rests her chin on her hand, looking over at her dad who is laughing with you. Her eyes widen along with the smirk on her face, “I know the perfect person.”

* * February 28, 2026

A yawn comes from the other end of the video call before the lamp on the nightstand flicks on, the once black screen now showing a very sleepy woman, brown hair thrown up in a messy bun.

“Sei…ko? Is everything alright?” She looks at the clock on her nightstand: 4:35am.

“Hey hey hey!” Seiko yells, waking her mother even more. “I have a favor to ask.”

At 4 in the morning? You really are Kotaro’s daughter. “Can it wait until Mommy wakes up, princess?”

Jess already knows by the small pout on her bottom lip that that is just not going to be an option. She sighs in defeat, wondering if she should just get up and get a coffee.

“It’s really important, Momma.”

“What is this favor that simply cannot wait?”

“Haruki and I need help getting Daddy and Y/N together!”

Jess fully supported the idea of Bo and you together, just a few weeks ago she too was advocating for him to tell you of his feelings. But hearing her daughter advocate for the cause left a funny feeling in her chest. She put that feeling to the side, the look on her daughter’s face as she anxiously waited for her answer was enough to take precedence and hearing about the McDonald’s table set-up she had come up with made Jess feel proud. Seiko takes so much after Bo that it’s rare Jess sees herself in her, but when she does, it’s a great feeling.

“Okay, here’s what you do.”

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#bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro #bbthots #bbthots collab #scheming monsters

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annexedangel · 2 years

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morning depression

So my work office has had a schedule change. From November to March, we open from 9 to 4. But from April to October, we operate from 8 to 5.

And it is now April. And I am now in Hell.

It sounds so dramatic I know - the entire world works from 8 to 5 for the entire YEAR, so who am I to complain when I only have to do it for seven months?

Only for seven months - gosh.

There are certain things that I need to function without my depression pool beginning to overflow. I need to do some brain activity at night (it's when I'm at my best), I need to sleep 8+ hours (9+ hours if I have to wake up before 7am), I need time to do the things I love, and I need the right medication.

But there's a secret ingredient to my anti-depression recipe for it all to actually work out. And it's called "enough." I need to do ENOUGH nightly brain activity, I need ENOUGH sleep, I need ENOUGH time to do the things I love, and I need ENOUGH of the right medication.

When I'm working from 9 to 4, I get enough. It's not plentiful, and it's not perfect. But it's enough where I'm pretty happy and can avoid a depressive episode for six months.

But once work gets to cut into my time for an additional two hours everyday, I fall very short. And once I fall a little bit shorter every day, eventually, I begin to drown. I've only worked this job for a year so far, and when I first began, it was May - so I worked from 8 to 5 every weekday that Summer. I had three depressive episodes.

One of them was so bad, I came to work with a razor in my bag, and for my lunch break, I drove to our town's old abandoned baseball park to cry in my backseat for an hour and wished I was dead.

It was horrific. God only knows how I was able to go back to work after and type away on my computer. The whole world was grey.

I had no choice but to tell my boss that I suffer from clinical depression so I could keep my office door closed and cry in peace for every couple hours.

And now 8 to 5 is back. So I'm fucking terrified. My depression falls deep, and like Hell I want to go back there. I'm not really sure how I'm going to make the situation better, either.

Last Summer, I had seven months to try and figure out how to become a morning person, but nothing ever worked. I just kept getting more and more miserable until I got to take a trip.

The only solution I can possibly think of is to wake up even EARLIER than 6:45am so that I can actually enjoy my morning - have breakfast, read, watch TV. But then I have to go to bed at like 8pm. And I get home at 5:30pm. I have to shower and eat. Then it's 7pm. Then there goes my time to do brain activity and do the things I enjoy. Do I really just want to spend my life getting ready in the mornings and going to work??

I am so royally fucked, and I have no idea what to do about it. I'm gonna meet with my counselor today, and hopefully she'll give me some good advice.

more soon xx

#journal #blog post #new blog #tumblr blog #kinda depressing #sleeping #morning #night owl #self care #send help #tired af #stressed #worried #annoyed #frustrated

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carrotzcake · 3 years

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this is just a quick synopsis of the past 24 hours. i would appreciate objective feedback b/c i don't have my scheduled therapy session this week and i may or may not be going insane (is this level of absurdity normal?)

special thanks to @songfortheasking and @theaeolianharpist for helping me thru when i needed them today

Tuesday June 22, 2021,

1am:

· home from [restaurant] job, realize I left my wallet at work

· difficulty sleeping b/c my body is hungry

7:45am:

· Wake-up, make coffee, get dressed, prepare to walk to & from [restaurant] work for wallet before 9am work meeting at [other job] which is sort of optional but I should probably attend if I can

· Maintenance decides to finally come fix my bathroom leak which involves my bathroom essentially being unavailable all day

9:30am-11:45pm

· Back from getting wallet, but not in time for 9am meeting; preparing for 10am meeting while trying to eat some semblance of breakfast

· No one can get into the 10am virtual meeting because the zoom ‘host’ is unavailable and didn’t configure his account settings to eliminate a waiting room

· A flurry of miscommunication via email/text/calls across 5 different people results in 10am larger team meeting being cancelled and a 10:15 Microsoft Teams meeting with my immediate team (i.e. PI/supervisor & research assistant/coworker)

· Coworker doesn’t show up to the Teams meeting because his phone was on ‘do not disturb’ and he missed my calls/texts and was busy with other work

· PI/supervisor mainly informs me that [surprise] the 9am meeting I was unable to attend turned out to be really important [coworker was there so he knows the update] but long story short, a major research study which we were all under the impression was transition to another team is no longer transitioning to that team and now becomes our responsibility. But because we were told it wasn’t going to be our responsibility, coworker and I (both of whom were just hired within the past 2 months) didn’t prioritize familiarizing ourselves with the study protocol

· But now we have to immediately take over data collection b/c the other team was too overwhelmed even though neither of us a.) know the study protocol and b.) know how to operate w/in the various systems of the institution (i.e. what platforms to use for scheduling/billing/communication)

· Bathroom at home is out of order so I might as well go into the office to work

12pm-2pm

· Try to figure shit out at the office w/ my coworker while having no point of reference or assistance from anyone who knows how to do anything we need to know

· Prepare for 2pm phone interview [i.e. read job application]

· Eat something

2pm-4pm

· Phone screening interview

· Try to send emails/catch up on Actual Work at some point

· Go back to apartment to get ready for job #2

· Stop at the grocery store because I literally have no food in my apartment

· It’s raining and my earbuds decided to stop working which seems to be from the adaptor piece I literally bought 3 days ago

· Tried to call my mom; no answer

· Change clothes, get update from maintenance man, eat something, sit down for 5 minutes before leaving to walk to job #2

· Talked to Julia on the way (thank you for keeping me sane)

· Get to work at [restaurant] and the new general manager who keeps trying to fix things that aren’t broken is getting on my shift supervisor’s ass for not counting the drawer right even though

o the reason it was off initially was due to the morning shift’s error

o the money still ultimately evened out

o only 3 of us closed the whole restaurant down the night before because we are so understaffed that we all had to do twice as much work and stay an hour after scheduled to leave to get it all done

o anyone working in that environment is prone to error w/ the level of distractions and exhaustion that we’re all feeling

o she’s a young black mother of 3 who’s also in school so yeah, she’s a little busy outside of work

· I almost went off on the new manager but went to clock in because we were already getting nonstop orders

5:00-12:30am

· work job #2 (w/o functioning headphones, enough staff, and literally on average probably at least an order every single minute)

· stayed late b/c we’re understaffed, wanted to help shift supervisor count the money

1am:

· arrive back at apartment

· need to shower and sleep as much as possible before maintenance returns at 8am to finish the bathroom

#insane #crazy day #exhausted

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝙲𝚑 𝟷𝟺

Chapter 14: On Your Side

A/N: Hi guys, it’s me, I know it’s been ages but I’m back, I have finally started to feel a little revived about this series so we’ll see how it goes. I feel low-key like a Riverdale writer because there are so many of my season 2 predictions that I want to put into this, but I don't really know how to. Anyway as always my requests/ask/messages are always open. I hope you enjoy:)

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. Her and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

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I woke up to the sound of thunder cracking through the house. I turned to the other side of the bed to see JJ’s back. I saw the movement of his shoulders, rising and falling with his breathing. I got up making my way to the kitchen and fixing a glass of water. I leaned my back against the cool counter looking over the papers that sat there. The clock on the microwave read 4:45am I had a lot to figure out moving forward. I sat down, flicking on a dim lamp for some subtle light. My early bedtime making it impossible for me to go back to sleep. I reached over to the counter for my phone. The light was bright enough to make me squint before looking at the messages on the screen.

The top message from my mother, asking how I had settled in with John B. I lied, of course, telling her that things were fine and that we were getting along great. I knew that she could say that she kept up with John B all these years, saying that she cared, but I knew the truth. This even further proves that evidence. She wasn’t meant to be a mother, she tried her best but being tied down and in the same place just wasn’t for her. I can’t help but think that if my father had won custody of me if she would have turned away from me too.

I shook my head, trying not to fall down that rabbit hole in my brain. JJ was turning over in the bed. He rolled over, bunching the blanket up in his arms and holding it into his chest. I smiled to myself as I turned back to my phone. I have no idea what is going on between the two of us right now but I know that I am thankful for him. During my sleep, I missed a text from Kie. She told me to be at the Wreck around 7:30 to help open the breakfast shift. I texted her a quick I’ll be there before, beginning to pull out the papers and maps of John B’s possible whereabouts.

I shuffled through the papers, trying to find as much information about the ship that I could with the info on the ship maps, as well as a binder that I pulled from my dad’s office. It detailed the kind of ships and had basics for each one. I was not sure how this could help, but I was doing something to move forward. The lack of internet at the Chateau was proving to be an issue as I needed more information. I thought about the few things that I need to look up and jotted them down in my notebook. I folded the maps and the lists into the book before pushing into a bag with my old laptop. The Wreck had the internet, so I was hopeful that Kie wouldn’t mind me using it after my shift.

My research seemed to do the trick as it killed enough time for me to begin getting ready for my first shift at The Wreck. I quickly showered and got ready, wearing the light blue shirt that read “The Wreck” in obnoxiously large letters across the back. I was slipping on my shoes at the edge of the pull out when a voice started me.

“Why are you ready?” It was JJ’s rough voice, obviously just waking up. “The sun is barely out.”

I laughed at him before pointing to the logo on the back of my shirt. “Work calls my friend,” I said with a laugh, but JJ just rolled his eyes falling onto his back. “Feel free to stop by and entertain us?” I questioned.

“Haha Y/N, I have to get at least 9 hours of beauty sleep, but we’ll see.” He said rolling on his side to face me. His face and tone shifted before his next sentence. “Be careful, okay? That place may be for the tourists, but the Kooks love to stir up trouble over there alright?” I just nodded and smiled slightly before turning to head for my car.

My shift at The Wreck was nothing special. All the same as the country club, serve with a smile, a pretty self-explanatory menu, but the only difference was the overwhelming amount of tourists. Not that I minded, as they had no idea who I was, which I liked. I wasn’t worried about the work, more so the people. I knew JJ was overprotective of the rest of us and meant well, but his words were in the back of my head the whole shift. The last thing I need is a kook making trouble and Mr. Carrera letting me go.

Kie had me rolling silverware and working in the bar area. She said it was a good intro place before being put out on the floor. It also meant that we could chat and catch up. I liked Kie a lot, she was the closest thing I had to a best friend, even when I was back home. I was still hurt by her words, and hesitant to tell her anything, but I still love her. We were chatting while she went about her side task when I decided to ask about staying around. “Hey, is the Wifi back up here?” I asked, but kept my eyes trained on the task in front of me.

“I think so?” She answered.

“Do you think I could use it after my shift? I mean I brought my own computer and I’ll stay outta the way?” I bargained. I just got the job and didn’t want her father to think I was taking advantage of his offer, even if I was.

“Sure!” She smiled. “We can sit outside at one of those tables when we get off. Pope is coming by and I’m sure JJ will be here before you leave.” I didn’t miss her wink at me after her last statement, the blush more than obvious on my face. Kie was super observant, of course, she noticed something going on between the two of us.

“Okay yeah,” I said, sighing as she left to carry out an order. While I wanted to spend time with her and Pope, I don’t want to tell them what we’re doing. She’s made her feelings about John B’s accident completely known, and I didn’t want to give them false hope.

“You look really familiar.” a voice spoke. I looked up from the silverware that I was rolling to be met with blue eyes and frosted tips.

I’m sure he could see the confused look on my face as I just responded with an “interesting” and a soft smile. I could totally tell that he was a kook by the way that he was dressed. He was dressed in a pastel polo that was only halfway buttoned up and the styling of his hair that no doubt had too many products in it.

He picked up a menu flipping through it before trying our conversation again. This time being more upfront. “Maybe a name would help you remember me, Y/N?” He said looking directly at me. I felt my skin go cold as he spoke my name. My only run-in with the kook being Rafe and his friends when Kie went full kook. I studied his face as he seemed to laugh a little. He seemed familiar. “Relax, I am on your side here. I figure you heard about your brother and my girl-” He coughed quickly before correcting himself, “my ex-girlfriend.”

Then it all clicked. “Topper” I breathed out. I hadn’t known him well enough to meet him but had seen him with a few of the other kooks hanging around the boneyard in the past. I remember JJ telling me about the way that he was led out of the church disguised as John B. “What exactly are you doing here?” I asked.

“I figured that you know what happened by now. I’m sure the pogues told you, but I need to talk to you if anyone knows anything it has to be you.” He spoke. I looked up to see Kie trying to get away from her table to come help. Topper seemed to notice. “Meet me outside after your shift? I really need to talk to you.” He said before getting up. “Oh and a stack of pancakes to go please.” He flashed a smile before walking to the side. I quickly wrote up his ticket and pinned it to the wheel as Kie came up beside me. “Don’t worry about Topper, he’s been pretty harmless lately. He keeps asking a lot of weird questions and showing up here. He’s like so obsessed with Sarah it’s crazy.” She paused rolling her eyes. I was hoping that you could get out without an awkward kook visit.” She laughed and nudged my shoulder.

I let out a sigh. “Yea and to think in the last 5 minutes of my shift. Are the boys on their way?” I questioned. If I was going to go meet with Topper and JJ saw, he would without a doubt start a fight. Something about the way that Topper spoke seemed serious. Also, he helped John B getaway, took whatever the consequences are, so I had to at least give him that.

“Yea. Pope has to finish up some work with his dad, then they’ll be here.” She said with a smile. “You can go ahead and clock out, I’ll finish up here.”

I nodded and said a quick “thank you” before making my way to the backroom to put everything away and clock out. My hands shook as I punched in the numbers, turning and putting tips away in my front pocket. I ran my hands over my head, letting out a shaky breath. Just gotta go get it over with. What's the worst that could happen?

I walked out the back door to see Topper leaned against the front of his Jeep. I looked around for any sign of JJ, Pope, or Heyward’s old beat-up truck. “Okay Topper, this is weird. What the hell is going on?” I said walking to stand in front of him, crossing my arm over my chest. I could feel the way that my glare was harsh on him.

“Look, Rafe’s losing his shit. I know he’s lost it before but he has really lost it.” He spoke, his tone heavy, almost panicked.

I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You're kidding right?” He just shook his head obviously. “Why the fuck do you think I’d care?” I started to get angry, turning to walk away.

“Y/n! Wait, please!” He said, stepping forward to follow me. I turned to look at him with my eyebrows raised. “Look I believe y’all, that’s why I helped John B.” He admitted. “The way that Rafe has been acting I believe it too, he’s lost it. I think he’s dangerous.”

I scoffed again. “Really?” I pointed to the now healing split on my cheek and motion to my neck. “I had no idea, Topper.” My voice was laced with sarcasm and anger. “Get to the point please.” I sighed.

“He’s literally going crazy. I mean he says that he’s seeing Peterkin like he’s hallucinating her. He is dead set on pinning this on John B, saying that’s the only way that she’ll leave him alone. Ward tries to keep him locked up as much as possible, but you and the pogues” He sighed running a hand through his hair, messing it up, “need to watch out for him. You don’t know what he might do.”

“Well, he is a murder.” I retorted coldly.

“I know the pogues, they haven’t given up on John B or Sarah. You probably haven't given up on your brother either. I think that they are the last chance at putting this to rest. I wanna help you find Sarah, and your brother” He finished with a heavy breath.

I tried to keep a poker face and the best way to go about this situation. “Topper, there is nothing we can do,” I spoke slowly trying to think of exactly what to say. I didn’t want to push him away in case we ended up needing his help later, but like the others, no need to involve him in something so uncertain. Not to mention that I had zero intentions of trusting him. “The police have given us nothing to work with, we’re just as in the dark as you.”

Topper dropped his head to look at the ground. “Right.” He nodded. ”I guess I was just hoping that it wasn’t real, ya know?” His voice was quieter than before. His tone was soft and sounded broken. “Hoping that she wasn’t really gone.”

I felt bad for him, even if he was pining after my brother’s girlfriend. He lost his girlfriend, to a pogue, then she might have died and his best friend, Rafe turns up to be a murder in a matter of a week. “Trust me, I know Topper,” I said, causing him to look back up and nodded before turning back to his car. “I’ll let you know if we find something though?”

He smiled as he pulled himself into his Jeep as I headed to my car to get my bag before going back to the restaurant to meet with the pogues.

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thedeathdeelers · 3 years

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My word is...

✨dancing✨

(Btw there’s absolutely no pressure to get this done, I really don’t mind)

OKAY

i FINALLY DID IT. I FINISHED IT. at 12:45am. on a tuesday. when i have to wake up in 5 hours for work. whatever.

okay so this may not be exactly about dancing per se, the word still inspired me to write this so..::i hope you like it!🤗

you can also find it on my AO3

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childhood crushes

“So you’re sure it’s in one of these?”

Julie’s eyes remained focused on the notebook balanced on her knee, skimming through the never ending lines of poems and lyrics covering every page as she answered Luke.

“Yes! I swear, I remember working on something similar with my mom a few years before she- A few years ago. If we can find it, we won’t have to start from scratch.”

Feeling a little stiff, Julie leaned back, her eyes never leaving the pages, as she rested against the foot of her bed, stretching her legs out in front of her. They had been sitting on her bedroom floor all morning, surrounded by piles of scattered old notebooks of varying colours.

“I know, but we’ve been up here for ages and we haven’t even taken any breaks yet.” She could almost hear Luke’s pout as he continued, sitting cross legged and leaning against her closet door. “I’m nearly done with my stack. Maybe we should just consider focusing on one of our other songs for now? Come back to this one later?”

Julie shook her head as she looked up, her eyes needing a second to readjust.

“I’m telling you Luke, we’ll find it. I won’t be able to work on anything else unless I get this melody out of my head. I know I can find the lyrics. They’re definitely here. Plus we’ve pretty much gone through the majority of my notebooks - there’s barely a few left. We’ll be done before it’s time to head down for band rehearsal, chill.”

Without waiting for a reply, Julie lowered her gaze back down, quickly finding her spot on the page she was in and resuming her search. Luke shook his head at the stubborn girl sitting across from him, a small smile touching his lips. He knew there was no point in arguing with a Julie that had already set her mind to something. Adjusting his sitting position to avoid cramping (who knew ghosts still had to deal with pins and needles, eh?), he dived back into the book in his lap.

It stayed quiet for a while after that, only sounds of paper crinkling under fingers, and soft whispers of words being spoken disturbing the peace.

That is, until disaster struck.

“Uh, Jules, why does this notebook have “Julie hearts Casper” written all over it?”

Julie was so focused on the poem she was reading, that Luke’s words took a few good seconds to fully sink in. But when they did, her head snapped up while her heart sank, the blood draining from her face. It would have been funny if she wasn’t the one panicking right now. Her eyes, now as wide as saucers, zeroed in on the offending journal, balanced on Luke’s left knee. She had completely forgotten about that.

“It’s nothing! Nothing just a- a- a pet’s name! Yes! We had a dog named uh Casper and I really loved him.”

She scrambled up, the notebook she had been so focused on only a few moments ago hitting the floor with a soft thud. She quickly reached Luke’s side, swiping the journal off his knee and out of his reach.

“I thought you guys never had any pets? What with your dad’s allergies?”

Julie froze on her way back to her spot by her bed, having completely forgotten that her dad, who she’s literally known her whole life, was allergic to dogs. Trust Luke to remember that tiny, throwaway detail, but completely “forget” that her dream box was out of bounds.

She slowly resumed her half hop trek to her spot, avoiding the minefield of papers and journals, making sure Luke couldn’t see her face for as long as possible. Her mind, on the other hand, was busy hastily trying to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Yeah, we uh- we had Casper for a week before we found out Dad was allergic. Had to give him away after that.” Julie held the journal tight against her chest as she turned back around to face Luke now that she was at a safe distance.

Luke’s eyebrows lifted, disappearing under his beanie. The disbelief on his face was palpable. He could always see straight through her.

“So you’re telling me that your dad didn’t know he was allergic to dogs until he was in his thirties?”

“He was still in his late twenties, thank you very much!”

“Jules, you know that’s not my point.”

“The point is we had a dog, I loved him very much and then he was gone. It was a sad time, can we just move on?”

He was still looking at her sceptically, but nodded his head regardless, diverting his attention to the dwindling pile of notebooks yet to be explored, spread out on the floor next to him.

Julie was just glad Luke hadn’t noticed the little ghost doodles decorating the spine of the notebook. She plopped back onto the floor, sneakily pushing the accursed nightmare under her bed.

It was only half an hour later however, just as her heart had finally reached a normal tempo, when Luke spoke up again.

“So, Casper huh? You guys really named a dog after a ghost?”

Trying hard not to groan out loud, Julie forced her features to adapt a natural expression, before lifting her face towards her band mate.

“Yes. Mom had just introduced me to the movie, and the name was still fresh in my mind.” She could see that he was still not buying her story, but there was nothing she could do. She was definitely not about to spill the truth to him.

Luke scratched his head, his beanie shifting with the movement.

“I see. So the little ghost doodles down the side there, have nothing to do with the actual friendly ghost? The one from the Casper movie released in the summer of 1995?” He was pointing in the general direction of where she had thought she had managed to carefully dispose of the journal. Apparently not.

Julie could feel her cheeks getting warmer, and curse it all, Luke had definitely noticed. That damn smirk.

“Not to mention the ghost painted on the back pocket of your favourite pair of jeans.

She threw her head back, bouncing slightly against her mattress as her hands flew up to hide her warm face. Luke chuckled.

“Fine! This is mortifying, but fine! I had a crush on Casper as a kid, okay? Happy?” Her voice came out muffled, her palms pressing hard against the horrified expression taking centre stage.

But not even a few seconds later, did she feel hands wrapping themselves around her wrists and pulling her fingers away from her face. She hadn’t even heard him move. She kept her eyes closed, scrunching her eyelids together as tightly as she could. Maybe if she thought of it hard enough, her carpeted flooring would eventually swallow her up?

“So, you had a thing for ghosts, huh?”

She could hear the barely suppressed glee in his voice, making her eyes pop open in disbelief.

“Ugh! This is why I don’t tell you everything!” Now that her eyes were open, she didn’t know where to look. Maybe over his left shoulder?

A soft chuckle made its way out of his mouth.

“Aw, come on Julie! This is actually pretty cute. Kinda feels like fate, huh?”

“Really?” She deadpanned. Her eyes diverted to his face of their own accord.

“I mean, he’s a ghost from a movie from the 90s, the girl has the hots for him even though he’s clearly dead...I’m getting similar vibes here.”

“He was just a floating orb!”

He tried to cut her off with a sly “As opposed to cute air?” But she continued speaking over him, wanting to defend her old childhood crush.

“It was an emotional connection. A deep connection, exploring different emotions and representations of love, resulting in some pretty iconic lines and moments in the movie.” She sounded a little hysterical, a little ridiculous. But the whole situation she currently found herself in was ridiculous in and of itself, so there really wasn’t much pride left for her to hold onto anymore.

Luke hummed at her reply, his eyes brimming with humour.

“Thought about it a lot, have you?”

“Ugh! You’re impossible. Fine. You might as well know. It was my favourite movie for a long time. I’d watch it whenever I was having a bad day or whatever.” She shrugged, casting her eyes downwards towards her lap where their hands lay; his fingers still locked around her wrists. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Was?”

“Yeah, well...It started hitting too close to home a few years ago so I just.. stopped.”

Understanding dawned on him, as she felt more than saw, the energy leave him in one fell swoop. She chanced another look at his eyes, and saw that the humour previously taken up residence had now shifted to something softer.

“Julie I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that, I-“

“No, no Luke really. It’s fine. I’m okay now. I haven’t felt the need to watch any comfort movies or shows lately anyway. Maybe I’ll even revisit it sometime soon, who knows. See it with a fresh set of eyes.” She gave him a small smile as she tilted her head to the side. “Honestly, don’t worry about it.” After a beat of silence, Julie grasped at the chance to steer the conversation away from anymore embarrassing questions.

“Do you think we could stop looking through these for now? I’m getting hungry, and it’s nearly time for practice so...” She gestured towards the mess on her floor.

“Yeah, of course.” Luke looked at her for another second, checking that she really was okay, before letting go of her wrists and jumping up. He then extended his hand down to her, waiting to pull her up with him.

As she got up, she couldn’t help but appreciate how sensitive Luke could be when it came to her feelings. She reached up on her tiptoes, and sneaked a quick peck on his cheek, before pulling him along with her, leaving the mess of notebooks (and hopefully that whole topic of conversation) behind them.

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A few days had passed, and Luke hadn’t brought up the movie again. She had assumed he had forgotten, or at least accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to get much more out of her concerning that topic. Or maybe he even felt bad. But then a week later, while Julie was sat in the studio on her own (a rare occurrence), she was proven wrong.

She was sat on one of the armchairs, scribbling away furiously in their songbook, inspiration having finally struck. She was so focused, her hands gliding through the page as she hurried to get every word down, that she barely glanced at Luke when he popped into existence to her right.

She didn’t even notice when he moved to stand in front of her, knees nearly knocking into hers.

“Okay! So I finally figured out the second vers-“ Julie looked up, stopping mid-sentence as she finally took in the sight of the boy standing in front of her.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Luke? Why are you dressed like that?”

“Humour me, Julie. Dance with me?”

The fact that there was no music currently playing was on the tip of her tongue, but Julie held back. She takes a few seconds to reply though, too busy drinking in the sight in front of her. He had his hand outstretched towards her, dressed in black pants and a white dress-shirt. She was hyper aware of the fact that he was dressed in the near exact way she had imagined him during her imaginary Perfect Harmony routine. The only difference was his hair - but she had to concede to the fact that he looked better this way. It was 100% Luke, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Putting her notebook with the pencil tucked inside on the coffee table to her right, she reaches over towards Luke, taking his proffered hand.

He pulls her up, just like he did in her bedroom the other day, and guides her to the centre of the studio. They stand there, staring at each other for a few seconds before a song starts playing on the old garage stereo - the same one that had brought them, him, to her in the first place.

every now and then,

we find a special friend,

who never lets us down

who understands it all

reaches out each time we fall

you’re the best friend that i’ve found

I know you can’t stay,

a part of you will never ever go away,

your heart will stay

Luke reaches over to grab her other hand, lifting both up to his shoulders. Once settled, he lets go and finds her waist, pulling her in a little closer. Following his lead, Julie wraps her arms around his neck, her eyes focused solely on his. She listens to the song that is playing, gently swaying from side to side with the boy in her arms.

She cocks her head to the side as she tries to figure out why the melody and words sounded so familiar to her.

“This song sounds so familiar? Like I’ve heard it so many times but I just can’t place...” As her sentence dies on her lips, a small gasp is heard escaping her. Julie’s eyes widen as memories of her younger self listening to this song and swaying along in her mother’s arms flood her mind.

All the while, Luke’s eyes are intent on hers, reading her reactions. His hands resting on her hips, slide past her hips towards her lower back, his arms fully wrapping themselves around her, pulling her closer to his chest.

“You didn’t!” Her eyes still wide, still unbelieving.

“I figured of all the things I could actually accomplish as a ghost, any childhood dreams you might have had - this might actually be it.” He shrugged, his shoulders moving under her hands. His grin turned boyish. “Plus I didn’t like the idea of another ghost having a hold on your heart.”

Julie has to try hard to focus on the questions she wanted answered, and not on his sweet confessions.

“But- I assumed you guys never got to watch the movie? It came out around the time you were too focused on the band and the gigs, and then...” She let the rest of her sentence trail off, never too comfortable mentioning their early demise.

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She felt his shoulders shift up and down again. He shook his head at her as he continued. “I gotta say Jules, you really know how to pick ‘em.” She could see the mirth brimming in his eyes, his lips twitching as he tried to keep his amusement under control.

Julie’s eyes narrowed at him, even as she tried to keep her own smile from forming on her lips.

“Girls are all about that star crossed lovers’ life. Add in a dash of supernatural? Absolute dream.” She moved her hand, gesturing wildly to convey her (ridiculous, but secretly truthful) point.

Luke chuckled at that, the laughter finally spilling out of him.

“Lucky for me then, eh?”

Julie’s eyes softened, her mouth curling into that special smile she only ever reserved for him. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his.

“Who said I wasn’t the lucky one?”

They stayed that way for a few seconds, still moving slowly from side to side as they stared at each other. They were so close they were breathing the same air. And just when Julie was about to close the distance, Luke shifted, tracing his lips across her cheek, her jaw, until they hovered by her ear, warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

And then he whispered to her the four words she had been dreaming of hearing ever since she was a little girl.

“Can I keep you?”

FIN

#so apparently i did somehow save it as a draft? but it went way down my list???#i’m just going to post it so that i can link to it etc #ask #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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searchin-for-an-urchin · 4 years

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Like the First Snowfall of the Season Aaron Burr x Reader Chapter 13

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A/N -This is purely fluff. Really, the rest of the series is going to be purely fluff because I personally cannot handle much angst. I also accidentally posted this to my main at first... woops.

Thanksgiving passes well. Your parents texted you when they landed safely back home, and once again said how much they adored Aaron, saying that you picked well and that they were excited for Aaron and Theodosia to come to Christmas to meet the rest of the family. It warmed your heart. Work picked up for you again in December with all the tourists coming to NYC, but it was to be expected as it does every year. Even with the uptick though, you and Nathaniel still met up as planned, this time carving out an entire afternoon to meet up with him.

“I think I’m ready to meet Charlotte”, is what he blurts out when you first sit down at the coffee shop. You were grateful you had set down the mug of hot chocolate before he said anything as it would have slipped out in shock. The shock reflected on your face but Nathaniel continued.

“I would like to be a part of her life. I’m not asking for custody or anything, and I’ll sign anything you would like me to, but I want to meet her.” He could sense your hesitance, but Nathaniel tries to be as reassuring as he can. “I know this is a weird situation, but she’s my kid and I would like to meet her.” It’s hard to dismiss the sincerity in his eyes, so you sigh.

“Let me talk to her, okay? I’ll ask Aaron what he thinks about the paperwork, too. Thanks for the offer about that, by the way.” Nathaniel nods, clearly relieved that you’re thinking about this rather than completely shutting him down. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful as you thought about how to bring this up to Aaron and Charlotte.

You don’t give yourself a chance to talk your way out of bringing Aaron in the loop. Leaving your meeting with Nathaniel, you immediately head towards Washington and Sons, planning on catching Aaron as he gets ready to leave to get Theodosia. You shot him a text as you travelled the couple of blocks to his office and by the time you arrive, tea in hand for your boyfriend, his face is tinged pink because of the cold wind.

“Thank you, my love,” He says, greeting you and accepting his drink from you. He leans down and kisses your cheek, warming you up inside.

“Anytime,” is how you reply. He reaches out a gloved hand to intertwine his fingers with yours and you begin to walk towards the school to reach your daughters.

“Hey Aaron?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Remember how I met with Nathaniel again today?” The only way you could tell that your boyfriend was uneasy about this conversation was the slight pressure change in his grip of your palm, but otherwise he was indifferent when he answered with a nod. “Well,” you continue, “He’s decided he wants to meet Charlotte, which of course I’m going to ask her first, but he mentioned that he’s not trying to get custody or anything and would be willing to sign papers that say that, so I guess I’m asking what you as a lawyer think I should do.” Aaron takes a moment to think about how to respond.

“Honestly,” he begins, slightly unsure tone in his voice as his thoughts reason out his words, “I don’t think you should make him sign anything right away. Give him a meeting or two with her if she agrees, and then meet up with him again and discuss your options.” You nod, mulling over his words, his legal advice. He adds, “Family law isn’t my expertise, but my gut feeling as a father says to wait a little bit before bringing in the lawyer.”

“Okay,” you voice. “That’s what I’ll do then.” You turn to face him, squeeze his hand a little and say, “I appreciate your advice.”

“Anytime, Y/N.”

The two of you arrive hand in hand at the school. Cara, the secretary, as well as the teachers have become accustomed to the two of you together. In fact, a couple teachers have come up to you directly to comment that they thought you worked well as a couple. Everytime ended up with a flushed face and a sincere “thank you”, because honestly, you and Aaron thought you worked pretty well together, too. Charlotte and Theodosia were waiting together, both bundled up in coats and gloves, happily chatting away with each other. It really does warm your heart to think about how far the two have come. When the girls see you, they both wave at their teacher and start running towards you, slowing down just in time to embrace your legs without knocking anyone over.

“Can we have a movie night tonight?” They both ask at the same time, clearly have rehearsed it beforehand. Aaron gives you a glance, silently reading your face before answering,

“After homework is finished, I don’t see why not.”

The girls excitedly react to the opportunity to hang out on a school night, and you smile at their happiness. After deciding on the Spongebob Movie, which neither you nor Aaron are surprised by the choice, the girls begin to talk one by one about their day. It’s always great to see Charlotte animatedly discussing anything, but it’s even better to see her interacting with the same enthusiasm she’s shown to you and your family, with other people. It crosses your mind that once you and Charlotte move in with the Burrs, that moments like these will occur more often.

You and Aaron decide that movie night would be best at the Burr household this time. With a kiss on the cheek from Aaron and a kiss given to the crown of each of the girls’ heads, you split up and run back home to pack up an overnight bag for you and Charlotte. When you arrive at the apartment, packing up the essentials goes quickly, and you make a mental note that you should probably start packing up some point for the move. You’ll need to tell the girls soon, but it hasn’t come up yet. Also, you haven’t decided when you wanted to tell them. Should you wait and have it be a surprise for Christmas? Do you tell them now so they know packing’s going to be a chore? And on top of all of that there’s Nathaniel and how he fits into the mix. Sighing deeply, you decide telling Charlotte tomorrow is the best idea regarding Nathaniel. She can decide if she wants to meet him. A quick text is sent to Nathaniel to tell him that’s what you’ll do, and he responds with a “Sounds good!”, which lets you breathe out another sigh, this one not so heavy.

After packing up a quick overnight bag, you take another look at the apartment. It’s exciting to think in a little less than a month that you won’t be living here anymore.

Movie night, of course, was a hit for your girls. Rather than falling asleep on various furniture like they did the first time they slept over together, Theodosia actually pulled out a Spongebob kid’s tent big enough for the two of them. They actually watched the movie from the zipper opening, having stuffed it full of pillows, blankets, and various toys. Credits rolled after the movie, and both girls were fast asleep. Before shutting the movie down and heading to bed yourselves, you snap a picture of the two and send it to Aaron, Peggy, John, and your parents in separate messages. Aaron places a kiss on your temple and the two of you are off to bed.

At 5am you’re both woken by your alarms, silencing them quickly as to not wake the girls, but to also spend some quiet time together. It’s sweet, really, being wrapped up in Aaron’s warm embrace, wearing one of his Columbia Law sweatshirts that you make a mental note to pack it up with your other clothes. After about 15 minutes the two of you get out of bed and shower, getting ready for the day. A quick glance to your phone shows a picture from Peggy, who was opening the cafe today. The picture is of the front of the cafe, covered in snow. The sidewalk was unwalkable and it didn’t even look as if the door could be open.

Previously, in a situation like this, you would panic about the possibility of not being open. Now, as the cafe has started to turn decent profits, you’re not as worried. You dial your should-be sister-in-law/best friend’s number and wait for the phone to ring.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” is how she greets you. Aaron, standing beside you in the bathroom (he has a double mirror/double sink counter in his primary bathroom - how amazing is that?), brushing his teeth, raises an eyebrow at you on your phone at 5:45am.

“I think it would be safer if we don’t open today.”

“Oh thank God, you were thinking the same thing. I’ll make a sign and update the phone and social media,” she replies.

“I’ll message all the employees. I think we could definitely use the discretionary funds so everyone gets their wages today,” you respond, wiping the gunk out of your eyes, watching your reflection in the mirror.

“Fantastic. Do you and Charlotte have plans today?”

“Uh, hold on.” You move the phone away from your mouth and ask Aaron, “Do you know if it’s a snow day for the girls? The cafe is covered, so I can’t imagine school will be open.

“Give me one moment and I’ll grab my phone to check,” Aaron states, leaving the bathroom. This gives Peggy a chance to interrogate you, asking,

“Are you with Aaron right now?”

“Yeah, the girls wanted a movie night so Charlotte and I stayed over last night.” Speaking of Aaron, he comes back and informs you that there is, indeed, a snow day for the girls. You repeat this to Peggy and add, “Maybe we can get a head start on our holiday bucket list. I’ll let you know and if we do anything big besides play outside, you and John would be welcome to join us.”

You and Peggy say your goodbyes and you put your attention back on your boyfriend, who is leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, scrolling through his emails. He’s wearing a maroon robe over his clean undershirt and boxers and white slippers that are surprisingly in pristine condition. You’ve changed into your outfit of the day, which was just slacks and a button down blouse for work. Aaron’s gaze connects back to yours and he informs you work was cancelled for him too.

“Can you tell me about your holiday bucket list?” This question makes you light up and you explain the tradition you and Charlotte have. Every year at the beginning of December you and your daughter come up with a list of 25 things you want to do before the end of January. Initially the idea was to have it done by Christmas, but you and Charlotte agreed that it was not a feasible option for your schedules. Throughout the explanation and examples you were sharing with Aaron, a smile has appeared on his face. He’s watching your animated expressions and he’s thinking to himself, it’s amazing that he found you.

You and Aaron stayed in the bedroom watching the news and talking out your timeline for moving in. It was decided that you’ll tell the girls at Christmas, which was finally agreed upon after coming up with a plan on how to move things without Charlotte realizing things were dwindling or Theodosia noticing the empty rooms were not so empty anymore. You even managed to talk to your parents in this time who insisted on buying Charlotte a whole new bedroom set, one that incidentally matches the one Theodosia has in her room, and asked if you could have her and Theodosia pick out new bedding for part of their Christmas presents (another yearly tradition, you explain) and mentioned that you and Aaron should send which set you want, too. Aaron chuckles and pokes your cheek that is now flushed by the implication. He thanks your parents and adds that he’s looking forward to not being in the city for the holidays.

The phone call ends, and you’re back to staring at your boyfriend. Before he can ask what you think that you should collectively give your parents, you’ve placed a hand on the back of Aaron’s neck and pulled him down to connect his mouth to yours. He makes a surprised noise which becomes muffled by your connected lips. He deepens the kiss for a few more moments and you pull back, smile on your face, and you admit,

“I really love you, Aaron.”

“I really love you, too.”

Eventually the girls wake up around 9am, making their way into the bedroom where you were now watching cartoons and lazily making out. On the bright side, their shuffling feet were loud enough for you to hear and separate before they entered the room. After being told that it was a snow day and there would be no school, they both wordlessly crawled into the bed with you, Charlotte going for Aaron’s lap and Theodosia going for yours. It was apparent that this morning would not be productive, which, looking at the gorgeous girl whose arms are wrapped around you right now, and your daughter in a similar position but with the man you love, this was what you wanted. You grab your phone and get Aaron’s attention, indicating you were going to take a photo of this. It seems Aaron was equally as surprised and warmed by the turn of events, as you were also expecting Charlotte to want to cuddle with you, but this was perfect, too.

After another hour, the girls began to wake up. Theodosia looked a little confused when she realized she was cuddling with you and not her dad, but after a moment of consideration, her arms squeezed you tighter rather than loosening her hold. In turn, you squeeze her tighter and you both giggle quietly.

“Do y’all want pancakes or waffles for brunch?” You ask after making sure everyone was at least awake enough to answer the question. Waffles was the clear winner, and Aaron started the prep on them while you helped the girls get ready for the day. The girls spent some time choosing outfits as Theo kindly offered her clothes up for Charlie, explaining that a lazy day entails a different style than a school day. They complimented your change of clothes too. You had changed back into your leggings that you sleep in and Aaron had handed you another one of his shirts for you to wear (“I know you’re planning on stealing that sweatshirt, but here’s another one you can wear today”) Outfits were picked and the girls went through their morning routines, allowing you a chance to go to the kitchen and help with the breakfast.

The kitchen was amazing. It was almost as good as the kitchen in your cafe which was the result of your meticulous research, budgeting, and design. Aaron also looked like he knew his way around it, which was almost as attractive as the fact that he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt from one of the school fundraisers and sweatpants under a plain apron. Your boyfriend had finished mixing the batter and was getting eggs ready as the waffle iron and skillet were both heating up. He had also pulled out some fruit that he had leftover and some yogurt that was a couple days from expiring. You dug around and found some granola in a lower cupboard, feeling eyes on your butt, wiggling around a little bit more than necessary to tease Aaron. You make immediate eye contact when you bend back up, shaking the granola to get his attention, giving him a knowing smirk, which he returned. Together, you make a brunch spread worthy of the Canary Cafe, applauding Aaron’s talent in the kitchen. The girls chat animatedly to each other, and to you and Aaron, and before you know it, Charlotte is trying to get your attention specifically.

“Hey Mom?”

“Hmm?” you respond, mouth full of your parfait.

“Can we include Mr. Aaron and Theo in our bucket list this year?” You swallow your food as Theo’s attention goes to you, Aaron pretending like he’s not completely interested in this either.

“Hey, I was gonna ask you the same question today! Sure, I think it would be fun to have all four of us do it.”

“Can we make the bucket list today?”

“Sure, Charlie.”

After your daughter explains the bucket list to Theodosia, both girls are extremely excited. It becomes clear that the bucket list needed to be compiled before anything else got done. So you got to work and compiled the list below.

Play in the snow (”We can do that today!”)

Go sledding

Sleigh ride

Rockefeller Center

Family photos with the four of us

Family photos with cousins

Play date with John and Peggy

Hot chocolate at the cafe

Present shopping

Decorate!

Take down decorations (“We have to put this on the list or the decorations stay up until Easter”)

Make a snow family

Snow angels

Wrap presents and send them to SC before the 10th (“I have five siblings and ten nieces and nephews, not to mention John, Peggy, my parents, Charlotte, and the two of you, it’s too many presents to take with us on the plane ride”.)

Bake cookies

Watch holiday episodes of cartoons

Make stockings

Slumber party with John and Peggy (“Ooh, we could do that while you and Ms. Y/N go to your holiday party!)

Holiday party at the Cafe

Karaoke (“We do karaoke instead of caroling because Mom has a bad voice” “Excuse you!”)

Matching sweaters

Fireplace dinner (“Theo and Mr. Aaron have a fireplace so we can do this!)

Pictures with Santa (“Let’s not wait until last minute again, this year, Mom” “Why is my kid revealing all of my secrets?”)

Grinch movie marathon (“Wait, HOW MANY Grinch movies are there?!?”

Dessert for dinner

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The snow stopped coming down about 2pm, giving all of you a chance to relax before bundling up to head to the park. You knew the girls weren’t going to last too long in the snow, but you were able to knock out playing in the snow, making a snow family, and making snow angels from the list. Aaron pulled out a digital camera for the little adventure which proved to be a good decision as your phone died about halfway through. Aaron made sure to put the camera back inside his coat so it didn’t get too cold and damage it. It was a good thing too, because not soon after, you send a snowball his way, smacking him square in the shoulder. He takes a moment, gaining the attention of your daughters, as he over-exaggerates his “pain” and “betrayal”, making the girls giggle, and your smile grow wider. Within an instant, though, he’s gathered up a snowball and thrown it with fantastic aim at you. A family snowball fight wasn’t on the list, but it was a very fun experience in the first snowfall of the season.

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