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Labour -W2S

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Warnings: pregnancy, birth.

In which you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

a/n: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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Sugar daddy AU with Simon Riley where he owns a very big, very controversial weapons manufacturing business. He's a bit morally grey, a bit of a hot head, and a bit more than disgustingly wealthy. Keeps his friends close and his enemies closer. Wears the mask because he's infamous and on a dozen hit lists across the planet.

Maybe he meets you at a dinner where you're the catering server, working your second job of that day, feet dragging across the ballroom while you offer up little hors d'oeuvres on silver platters to the snooty ass guests. He watches you, watching them, your eyes cataloging every part and piece, anticipating their every move as you slide left and right to intercept them. He watches men and women slip you cash as you do them favors, bringing extra liquor from the bar, tracking down car keys from the valet, procuring a back up pair of tights. Interesting, he thinks. Intelligent, resourceful... beautiful.

Or he meets you when he's getting his morning coffee, where you're working your usual five to three, so dead on your feet that you make his order wrong, accidentally giving him half and half instead of oat milk. And, shit. What if he's got an allergy? So you YELL across the cafe at him as soon as you realize your mistake and he startles, before assuring you it's alright. He can't help but notice how the light streams in from the front windows and dances just right across your skin, or your hair, or the way it dances in your irises, your eyes wide with worry.

Maybe he meets you on the street, where you're trying to make the last train to get home after an awful day, but he steps in front of you, and you fall face first. Maybe a bunch of things spill out of your bag, and you burst into tears because you're so frustrated, and he tries to apologize but you wave him off. "Let me at least get you a cab." He tries but you tell him not to bother, that you'll just walk to the next station to get the other connector (that will put you on a very late arrival to home). You're stubborn, and independent, and very clearly do not want some weird man in a skull mask's charity. (Why is he wearing that thing anyway?)

Maybe, he starts making running into you a more regular thing. Maybe he starts to become obsessed with you. Maybe he puts a tail on you so he can learn your habits, your routines. So he can find out where you live, where you work out, what you do in your downtime. Maybe he learns you don't have any downtime, you're scraping along, scrapping out a life by any means necessary. Maybe he learns your apartment building isn't secure, doesn't even have a lock on the main entrance or a buzzer system. Maybe he worries. Maybe he becomes consumed with thoughts of you until he's "running into you accidentally" and asking you to lunch.

Or, maybe he doesn't do that. Maybe he just thinks about you a lot, thinks about you so much that he starts to drop by the coffee shop more frequently, or walks on that same block every day now, or hires that catering company for some frivolous company party. Maybe he tries really hard not to spook you, but fails and then delivers a spectacular apology where he convinces you to come to dinner, just one dinner, so he can make it up to you.

Maybe he plucks you out of working paycheck to paycheck just to pay the rent on your shitty, paper thin ground level apartment in the worse than bad part of the city you live in. And he doesn't want sex, doesn't want to press your body to his bed, doesn't want you to kiss him just because he pays your bills. Maybe he wants you to trust him. He wants you to feel safe with him, because he knows you've never had a second of security in your life. Maybe you fall for him. Maybe it's a slow burn. Maybe you have trust issues. Maybe he falls in love with you. Maybe he does something fucked up. Maybe you're hiding something. Maybe there's angst. (be real it's me there would be angst) Maybe there's a happy ending.

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pandorasprongs · 1 month

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CHAPTER FIVE | this is what it feels like.

'it's nice to have a friend' masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.0k

SUMMARY: reader is starting to forgive jamie, even going to a charity gala together.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of what happened in amsterdam

A/N: yay! welcome back to me, i guess HAHAHA sorry for going ia for how many months, life just got in the way and i wasn’t able to make time for writing. i’m a bit rusty at this, but this is an extra long chapter and is mostly fluffy (at least, imo), so i hope you guys enjoyed it! we’re down to the last two (maybe three?) chapters of our story, which i hope you all will like :) see you then and thank you again for waiting!

Your relationship with Jamie did start getting better. Slowly, but surely. It wasn't the same as the past few months, though. That repair of your relationship was built on denial and was bound to come crashing down like it did.

You were still talking, but he wasn't coming over every weekend anymore. He was the one who suggested it too, so you wouldn't feel pressured to decide if you forgive him just yet. He wasn't pushing for an immediate answer either and he was making that clear with how he was acting.

He sometimes sends you a message just to check in and your replies were short, but not apathetic. You'd do the same too, usually after his matches, specifically when it ended on a loss, since most of them were as of recent. What was it, seven matches at this point?

The loss at the Man City game was especially painful, but after you saw the article about Zava's retirement, you had hoped that some part of Jamie was relieved about it all.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you hear Jamie knocking at your door. You open it and instantly get blinded by the light. "Fucking hell."

"Shit, sorry," Jamie exclaims, shutting off his headlamp. Once the light is gone, you finally get a clearer look at the footballer. He was in a grey hoodie which was starting to get all sweaty, and was currently jogging in place. "Went out for a workout with Roy before dinner, and we went pretty far. He already went home though."

You knew where Jamie lived and if he had run that entire length, you don't know how he's not passed out at your doorstep. "Congrats, I think. Why'd you pass by?"

"I wanted to see you," he answered, a little out of breath. You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't skip at that. "If that's not weird."

"No, it's not," you answered quickly, a smile creeping on your face. "D'you wanna come in? I made some pasta if you haven't eaten yet." You offer without thinking but don't retract it in any way. Things like these would help you bond again right? And after seeing Jamie give you a genuine smile and a soft look with his eyes, your worries instantly dissipate.

So now you're having dinner with Jamie and barely any words are spoken, until he mentions, "I'm going to Amsterdam in a couple of weeks. We're having a friendly against Ajax."

"Amsterdam?" Maybe you should've hidden the worry in your voice better.

As far as you know, Jamie had a complicated relationship with that place. You don't know what happened, never wanting to press for too many details, but the first time he went there with his dad, your best friend came home a shell of himself.

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You headed over there the moment your mom told you he was back and while you half-expected Georgie to turn you away in case his dad was still there, what you ended up seeing was worse. You found Jamie lying down in his bed, just staring at his ceiling. When you called out to him, he made no move to acknowledge that he had heard you.

You were fourteen and uncomfortable with emotions, but you knew you needed to do something for him. You made multiple attempts to try and get a verbal response from Jamie, but it fell on deaf ears.

It was only when you asked if you could lie down next to him did he finally move. He turned to face the wall and his back towards you, but you didn't say anything about it. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him.

"If you don't want to talk about what happened, it's okay," you whispered. "I'll just stay here with you."

In one swift move, Jamie turned around and pulled you into a hug. It was almost instinct that you pulled him closer.

You don't really know how long you stayed like that, but it was long enough that you started to get sleepy and eventually drifted off. The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed. Your grogginess quickly turned into confusion.

It would've turned into panic soon if Jamie hadn't walked back into the room as he dried his hair with his towel.

"Oh, you're awake," He said softly. From his voice alone, you wouldn't have been able to tell that he spent that night crying, if not for the bags under his eyes betraying him. The swelling had gone down from the cold water, but the redness was still there.

You don't say anything at first, unsure of how to proceed. But Jamie breaks the tension by asking, "Do you wanna have breakfast before you go back? Smelled mum's cooking from the hallway.”

"Okay." Jamie pulls you up from the bed but doesn't let go of your hand as you head down the stairs. He squeezed it tightly as you walked into the kitchen, his own way of saying thank you.

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That's how the two of you always were. Talking about your feelings was never a strong suit, but that didn't mean you weren't there for one another. It's how you dealt with hard times as kids, but maybe it was time to ditch that as adults. Or at the least, work on expressing yourselves better.

As if Jamie could read your mind, he gives you a reassuring look, "I don't really think about that trip anymore. Don't really remember much of it either. I just remember the second time. When we were 16 right?"

"Oh yeah," You chuckle at the reminder. Jamie's mom had planned a trip for the two of them to Amsterdam and your parents just happened to also be figuring our your own summer holiday plans.

The five of you spent a week there going on tours, visiting museums, and all the usual tourist activities. One of the pictures you still had of you and Jamie was one your dad took when you visited some tulip fields. Jamie had his arm around your waist and both of you were holding stroopwafels, impatiently waiting to eat them.

A group of old ladies passed by as the photo was being taken and thought you were a young couple, which both of you were quick to deny. Things were only awkward for about twenty minutes till Jamie started chasing after your stroopwafel because he had already finished his.

"That was pretty fun, wasn't it?"

"Mhm," Jamie says as he continues to eat. "I still remember all the facts you made me memorize. Might try and annoy Roy with them."

The two of you continued to talk that night and for the first time since that night in Nelson Road, being with Jamie didn't put a pit in your stomach. There was no longer a nagging voice in your head reminding you of the past or the rising feeling of resentment when he'd joke about the past few years. Instead, you were just content and happy to be there with him.

When you finished your meals, you suddenly got a waft of Jamie and almost gagged. "Oh my God, you definitely need to shower."

Jamie pulled his hoodie up to his nose and cringed. "Right. I guess I should head home now."

"No. I am not letting you out into the streets of London smelling like that. You can shower here," you offer and without giving Jamie a chance to respond, you start walking over to the bathroom.

Jamie lagged behind a bit but caught up as you pulled an extra towel from the cabinet. "You can go to the guest room for spare clothes. Dad leaves a bunch of them here when they come over. Oh, and slippers too if you want to give your feet a rest." The footballer gratefully takes the towel and heads into the bathroom.

When you hear the water start, you move to walk back to the living room when you pass by your bookshelf once again, the empty spaces between your books glaring at you. You head into your room and open your closet to pull out the pictures. You pick up the one from Amsterdam, from your graduation, and from your 10th birthday, and scatter them around the shelf.

You go get ready for bed and change into your pajamas before going back to the living room to wait for Jamie. After 30 minutes — or an episode and a half, — you hear him call out your name.

You find Jamie in the hallway in one of your dad's giant grey shirts and sweatpants. When you approach, he finally asks, "Have these always been here?"

He points towards the frames and you realize that despite the number of times Jamie's been in your flat, he's never looked at the top of your bookshelf.

"I put them there pretty recently." You admit before turning towards the footballer.

Jamie catches your eyes and seems to be debating whether to say something. He finally speaks up, "So I take it you've..." but he trails off, leaving you to finish it.

"I forgive you. Well, I think I’m starting to," you start. "I guess these past few months, I've been compartmentalizing my anger towards you and that wasn't fair. I know neither of us is particularly good at expressing our feelings, but we should've talked about this back when we saw each other again. That's my fault, I admit and I'm sorry. But I'm happy now, spending time with you and I don't have this sinking feeling that it'll all go to shit anymore. So yeah, I think I forgive you, Jamie."

You give him a wide smile and before you know it, Jamie wraps his arms around you tightly. Your smile only grows wider as you pull him closer.

This is what you've missed all these years. Being so comfortable and safe with Jamie, that him randomly hugging you doesn't take you by surprise anymore. You're content and happy. And you have Jamie, your Jamie, back.

He breaks apart from you and the two of you walk back to the living room, the sitcom still playing on the TV. You expected him to make his exit by now, but seeing as you've just made up, Jamie felt confident enough to stick around a bit longer. He takes a seat across from you on the couch. Maybe it was because he was fresh out of the shower and no longer wearing sticky clothes, but he felt freer than ever.

Jamie glanced down at his phone at notifications from the team group chat and suddenly remembered another reason why he passed by your apartment. "Are you doing anything Friday?"

The last time Jamie asked you that, it ended with one of the worst outbursts you've ever let out, but you tried not to be reminded of that. Besides, you trusted that he'd keep his word; he wouldn't break your heart once again.

"Not really. My lectures are all in the morning that day. Why?"

"There's this charity ball that my boss does every year and I was looking for a plus one," Jamie explained slowly, before turning to you to see your reaction. "If you want. You know, as friends."

You don't know what stunned you more: the way your heart swelled when Jamie asked you to go with him to an event or the sinking feeling that appeared when he added the 'as friends' part. All this tension and ghosting these past few weeks made you forget all about those pesky, jittery feelings that you still had for him, but now that the dust had settled, they were coming back.

You try to ignore it, just for this moment, and prepare to answer him. But the more you thought about this "charity gala," the more you realized what you were about to agree to.

"Wait, is this the thing where people bid on football players for dates?" You remember seeing an article on it a few years back where three women got into a bidding war for Jamie. "Fucking hell, if you're just doing this to stage another bidding war for you, then—"

"No! 'Course not! You kept saying before how you want a reason to dress up!" Jamie's quick to defend himself and you fall back into your seat. "Plus, I can't have Richard setting me up on yet another disastrous date, I just can't."

You say nothing, absorbing his plea, but then watch as Jamie's expression turns mischievous. He teasingly asks, "Why? Would you actually bid on me? You're already spending time with me for free." He playfully elbows you and you take in a whiff of the lavender-scented body wash you kept in the guest bathroom.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Christ, and they should be paying me for it, too." You reply, but you avoid eye contact with Jamie knowing how easily you'd break into laughter if you did.

"Fine, I'll go with you." You finally agree and before Jamie can celebrate your response, you add on. "But, you owe me a date, too. To Liv's wedding."

Jamie takes a second to reply, and you worry your usage of the word "date" threw him off. But quickly enough, his mischievous smile returns and he agrees, "Alright, it's a deal."

Neither of you mention the gala again till Jamie finally decides he has to get going — "It'll be worse for me if Roy gets to my house and I'm not there," — and says he'll send you the formal invite when he gets home.

It only sinks in when you're getting ready for bed that you're actually going to a formal gala. With Jamie. As his (friendly) date. Next week. What a way to start the new era of your friendship, right?

You wonder how exactly he'd introduce you to the rest of the people there. As his childhood friend? His date? Every option made you feel jittery inside, and you have a hard time accepting that it's possible you're falling for Jamie once again.

The first time you ever found him attractive was at the ripe age of 16, after locking eyes with him when he was celebrating one of his team's wins. It was that summer of growth spurts and you started to see what everyone else did; Jamie Tartt, your best friend, was fucking fit. It only took a year till you fully accepted it, but ultimately decided to never act on it. Well, aside from that one time, which neither of you brought up again after the morning after.

It took another two years before you gave up on those feelings and buried them deep down, or at least tried to. But allowing Jamie's friendship back into your life brought those feelings back up to the surface.

So, the week went by quickly and you were now waiting in your apartment in a cropped silk camisole, high-waisted black trousers, and wedge heels that Liv let you borrow, pacing a hole into your floor. All you did with your hair was pin the side bangs away from your face and you hope that's enough.

You hear a knock on your door and you almost trip on the bottom of your pants to open it. You find Jamie in an almost identical outfit to the one he used for his date before, except in a different color. His hair had been slicked back, reminiscent of his older hairstyle but the highlights made the look pop more.

When his eyes land on you, Jamie takes a second to scan you before exclaiming, "Fucking hell."

With a teasing tone to try and make yourself feel more at ease, you ask, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Jamie looks back up at your eyes and smiles, "You look great." You don't detect a hint of banter from the guy which makes you feel warm inside, until he adds, "Though, I half expected you to wear your dress from our year 12 formal."

"Jamie, I swear I can still find something else to do tonight." You threaten but are unable to stop the smile creeping up on your face.

Jamie just chuckles and takes hold of your hand as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Come on," He realizes what he's just done and pauses to see your reaction, but when you tighten your grip on his hand, he continues, "Need to get there early so they don't swarm me for pictures." You roll your eyes as the two of you head out of the building.

You actually did get to the venue quite early, since the photographers were still setting up the booth and so the two of you walk over to two ladies, one of whom you recognize as Keeley Jones. After he introduces you, — as his friend and plus one, no mention of the word "date" — you soon find out that the taller one is Rebecca Welton, the owner of AFC Richmond.

"Wow, so you two practically control Jamie's career. Blink twice if you need me to take him off your hands." You lean in towards the two of them but speak loud enough for Jamie to hear and he pulls you back to his side as you laugh. The two women chuckle and share a look between them that you don’t know them well enough to understand, so instead you brush it off.

Jamie gets called for photos and Rebecca leaves to greet the guests heading inside the venue, so you're left standing with the PR manager of the team. As you watch Jamie cycle through various poses, Keeley leans in to ask you, "So, how long have you known him?"

"Well, I met Jamie when I was seven, but when I went off to uni and he joined Man City, we kind of drifted apart and didn't really talk for the next few years." That was basically the truth, anyway. "But I went to one of the Richmond games and we bumped into each other."

"Well, I'm glad the two of you met again. Honestly, Jamie's become much more tame recently. He hasn't had any Twitter feuds or issues in weeks. Makes my job a lot easier." You chuckle, knowing that instead of fighting back, Jamie ends up just complaining about it to you. She adds, "You must be a good influence on him."

"People have been saying exactly that since we were kids, so maybe it is true." You reply and Keeley gives you a wide grin.

When you head into the venue, there are already a few guests settling down in the area. You recognize some of them as footballers, — both from AFC Richmond and other teams, even some retired ones — business owners who are trying out being philanthropists, and people you've seen on magazine covers.

You were less uncomfortable than you expected because everyone's attention was on Jamie. You stood by him while he greeted a bunch of people and continued to introduce you as his plus one. You hated crowds when you were kids and Jamie knew that, so he'd always check on you if you wanted to go to your seats ahead of him. You'd shake your head every time because you've already had years to get over that fear. Plus, everyone had been nice so far and more polite than you expected rich people to be.

Everyone finally decides to leave Jamie alone and the two of you head to your table, where some of his teammates are already seated and chatting amongst themselves. You recognized them immediately: Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes, and Richard Montlaur. Without Jamie even having to introduce you to them, Dani had already asked what your name was.

“What a lovely name! I’m Dani.” You shake the hand he offered you, as the other players start to welcome you as well. They were so warm and kind, that it’s no wonder Jamie had gotten so much better during his time at Richmond. It seemed their energy was so infectious that it was rubbing off on Jamie.

Though, it could be a bit overwhelming too, as they all wanted to have a conversation with you. Someone had asked, “Tell me more about growing up with Jamie,” while someone else chimed in, “Do you think there’s a correlation between your genes and how well you can shoot a penalty? Because Colin here…” and somewhere in the mix, you hear, “That’s a lovely bag you have. Where’d you get that?”

While Jamie was enjoying watching his favorite person interact with his favorite group of people, he started to notice how tense you were becoming, despite the plastered smile on your face. He reached out to grab your hand as he interrupts all the conversations with, “Alright, alright, I think the programs about to start. Let’s stop bothering my date for now, yeah?”

Date. The word alone sent chills down your spine. Even more so when you turned to look him in the eyes, and he had a look of concern that only you could’ve detected. You breathe a sigh of relief and give him a comforting look, which allows him to relax, too.

You both turn towards the stage as Rebecca, along with Ted, their coach, walk up to the mic. They start with the basic pleasantries, thanking everyone for coming, with Ted’s occasional funny chime-ins. As they segue into the auction itself, you can hear your own table come back to life. The teammates started to tease one another when Colin turns to you, “Oi, looks like you’ll have to put up a fight for Jamie tonight.” He nods towards the table behind yours, and you spot a familiar looking lady, smiling at the man beside you. It’s only when Jamie groans that you realize who it is: the old woman who was one of three people in Jamie’s “bidding war” two years ago.

“Oh my god,” you’re unable to stifle your laughter and instead turn away to try and hide it. “You know what, I think I’m fine going home alone, Jamie. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone off at a party to get lucky, so go have fun!” You tease him, but instead, he turns to you with a desperate look in his eyes.

“Please, don’t do this to me, (Y/N). Make sure you win.”

You scoff and lean in, “Who says I’m even bidding tonight? I’m not even tenured, Jamie. How much money do you think I have?”

Jamie pleads once more, “Please. I’ll pay you back in full and you can pick all the movies we watch for the rest of the month. Anything, come on.” You sigh and finally give in to his puppy dog eyes.

You give him a slight nod and he quietly thanks you, as Ted starts to introduce the team. “Let’s start the auction with one of our striking strikers, Mr. Jamie Tartt!”

Jamie gets up and walks over to the stage, and it’s only then you realize he had been holding your hand this entire time.

Ted rests a comforting hand on his shoulder, but before Richmond’s coach can even start the bidding, you hear a loud voice behind you exclaim, “Five thousand pounds!”

You have to hold in your chuckle as you turn to Jamie who is now desperately staring at you. You raise your paddle high enough and shout, “Six thousand pounds!”

“Oh, and another bid from Mr. Tartt’s lovely date tonight. Can anyone match that, do I hear seven thousand?” The lady once again raises her paddle.

“Eight thousand!” You exclaim once more, as Jamie lets out a sigh of relief.

This back and forth goes on for a while, up until the final bid (from you, unfortunately) of fifteen thousand pounds. The football player finally allows himself to relax and with one final slap on the back from his coach, makes his way back to you.

“Thank you,” he whispers, squeezing your shoulder as he gives you a quick hug and sits down. You playfully roll your eyes, but give him a small smile back. A few more rounds of bidding take place until Jamie leans back into you. “You feel like going on that date now?”

You turn to him confused, “Like, right now? We’re in the middle of the program.”

Jamie shrugs, “We’re done with our part now and gave out a good amount for the charity. Most of them won’t even notice us leave, come on,” He takes hold of your hand, and as if on cue, activating those butterflies in your stomach, yet again. “Unless you want to bid on someone else tonight, which in that case, I didn’t know you had that in you.”

You roll your eyes but eventually agree. You say your short goodbyes to everyone at the table and Jamie leads you to Rebecca and Ted, who, after Coach Beard — you believed his name was? — had taken over for him, was currently gorging on the appetizers.

“Hey boss, Ted, we’re heading out early, but see you both on Monday.” Jamie quickly explains, still not having let go of your hand. You’re starting to wonder if he’ll ever notice or has just grown used to it like he was before.

“That’s no problem, Jamie, see you and thank you for coming!” Rebecca directed that last comment towards you and you give her a big smile. But his coach wipes his mouth with his table napkin and stands up to greet you anyway.

“Well, I can’t let you go off yet without introducing me to this lovely lady.” Ted reaches out to shake your hand and you take it quickly before he leans to whisper to Jamie, but loud enough for you to hear. “Is this her?”

“Jamie Tartt, do you talk about me to your coach?” You ask teasingly, but instead of his usual reaction of fake annoyance, he turns away shyly.

Ted replies for him instead, saying, “Oh well, not all the time. I usually have to pry it out of him, too.” He nudges the football player, who finally decides that it is definitely time for you two to leave. He leads you out of there and the pair of you walk back to his car in a comfortable silence.

You may not have realized it till now, but the inside of the venue was the stuffiest place you’ve been to in a while. Sure, the people were nice, but the mixing of colognes and posh accents was starting to get to you. Before you can thank Jamie for getting you out of there, he’s rifling around his jacket for something.

“I, uh, found something in some of my old stuff. Was planning to give it to you before we left, but I… got distracted,” you try and ignore the warm feeling creeping up on your cheeks as he says that and instead watch Jamie turn back towards you, pull out your hand, and place an item on your palm. “Here.”

You look down to find a small plastic ring with a “gem” in an obnoxious pink color. You chuckle as you’re reminded of the toy rings Jamie would give you on your birthday as kids, till you realize… you’ve been missing one of them since you moved out.

“Wait, is this…” You start and look back up at Jamie, who has a sheepish look on his face. Definitely doesn’t fit him.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you because well, we weren’t really talking all these years, but I went by your house a few days before you left for uni, but you weren’t home and so I went to your room and saw that lined up with the rest of them on your drawer. I thought you were crazy for keeping them all those years, and I wanted to mess with you, so I… took one of them, hoping you’d notice. You never did though, so now I look kinda stupid.” He explained guiltily, but you could only laugh.

“I thought it just fell into the trash when I was moving out. If you wanted me to notice you taking something, you should’ve taken my shoes or something. Why the ring?” You lean onto the side of his car, and Jamie joins you on your right.

He shrugs and swipes his hair back, “I don’t know. We were going our separate ways and you were going all the way to Wales for so long. I realized it was going to be a while before we saw each other again. I thought, maybe if you’d realize it was missing and wanted to go looking for it, you’d always have a reason to go back to me.”

You feel a heavy weight on your chest as the last part sinks in. After everything that’s happened, it had never occurred to you that even at one point, Jamie was afraid of losing you too.

You sit in that silence for a while before you decide to rest your head on Jamie’s shoulder, in one way telling him, I would always go back to you. He got the message.

“I know it doesn’t go with your usual outfit choices now, but I just thought you’d want it back anyway.” He whispers, causing a smile to form on your face.

“Thank you, Jamie.” You look back up at him, his face softening at the sight of yours. “You wanna go on that date now?” You straighten back up and take his hand in yours this time. “What does the legendary Jamie Tartt have planned for this one?”

Jamie looks around and spots a bike rental on the other side of the car park. You didn’t even have to ask to know what he was thinking. “Race you back to that ice cream shop across your flat. Last one there has to pay.”

“What kind of date is that, Tartt?!” You exclaim, as he drags you across the street.

If there’s one thing you knew about Jamie, it was that he was a sore loser. So after you dropped your bikes in front of your flat and were massaging your calves waiting for your sundaes, this may have been the happiest you’ve seen him lose at something in your whole life.

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asgardianangel · 1 year

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Jealousy- Jimmy Mcgill X fem! reader smutty one-shot

Warnings: 18+ smut, rough sex, little bondage (belt arounds wrists), unprotected sex, jealousy, praise kink, foreplay, forced kissing, age gap

summary: Jimmy finds out you had dinner with Howard Hamlin

You were friends with Jimmy for over a year now ever since you had taken care of his sick brother Chuck with his grocery shopping and other duties.

Now working as a lawyer for HHM, you always supported every decision Jimmy made for his own law practice given the hate he had for the firm you worked for.

Especially for Howard Hamlin himself.

Jimmy would call him all sorts of names and joked about doing some despicable pranks with venom at the tongue. You never understood where all this hatred came from. You always thought Howard was a good man that provided you with the expertise of the law and even the position you are in today. You couldn’t thank him enough.

You tried your best to show Jimmy that Howard wasn’t ‘evil’ like he made him out to be but that caused Jimmy’s face to scowl and accusations of being a ‘Miss goody two shoes for the lord and saviour Howard’ being thrown at you.

You didn’t like it.

After a little fight with him you found yourself in Howard’s office asking him for his opinion on Jimmy to which he replied “nothing’s ever good enough for him I try to help him the best I can. Given he’s Chuck’s brother but it gets thrown back in my face” you sighed looking over at Howard “makes the two of us I do try convince him that you are not a bad guy but...I don’t know what to do” you responded hopelessly.

“How about we discuss this more over dinner tonight?” Howard suggested and you were in thought about it you planned to meet up with Jimmy tonight.

‘Guess I could make an excuse’ you thought

“Sure, thing send me a message” you smiled

It felt weird meeting up with Howard in a not so work environment but it was an opportunity to possibly get Jimmy and Howard to see eye to eye with each other. You couldn’t stand the fact that your best friend is constantly bashing your employer.

Howard spoke about his good friend Chuck and how they both agree that Jimmy’s attitude towards them both is mixed with both ‘sarcasm’ and ‘competition’ (often calling Howard’s support ‘charity’). Even shocking you with the time he copied the HHM logo and colour with his face and name.

Jimmy did well hiding that from you.

After a nice dinner and a in depth chat you waved Howard goodnight and headed home.

Taking off your jacket and shoes at the door you switched the hallway lights on to jump at the sight of Jimmy standing there.

His face didn’t look pleased...at all.

“How long have you been standing there?” you breathed in question.

Jimmy didn’t say a word but got up close and personally with you unexpectedly.

“How was your date with lord Vader himself?” he seethed.

You were confused.

“It wasn’t a date...how did you know where I was?” you asked curiously. Jimmy chuckles a little and sighs.

“Howard left you a voicemail about some paperwork and reminded you about ‘dinner tonight’ after you lied to me about a ‘family emergency’.” Jimmy made quotations with his fingers and carried on “you thought I wouldn’t find out” he mused at the end.

‘Why the fuck is he acting like this?’ You question mentally as Jimmy suddenly started to back you up against the hallway wall.

“Look I just wanted you and Howard to get along-Jimmy why the hell are you acting like this?” you asked he seemed to be admiring your desperation for answers and he was going to give them to you.

You squeaked like a little mouse as he drove in on your unsuspecting lips for a hungry kiss. Clamping both hands on the sides of your face he groaned deeply when you finally accepted his eager tongue with a moan.

“You didn’t think I would kiss you did you now?” he teased when he drew away from you allowing you to catch a breath.

“Wha-” you were interrupted by Jimmy kissing you again but this time his hands took time to explore your body especially grabbing hold of your ass giving it a playfully smack.

“See what you doing to me Y/n?” he asked grinding his crotch against you (he was already hard as a rock) you to moan feeling him rub against you like that.

“Jimmy please-” he cuts you off with another smack.

“Out of all men you could choose to go out with and you chose Howard. You should have picked me.” Jealousy was hitting Jimmy hard.

“It wasn’t like that I-”

Smack!

Your ass was stinging from the harder impact and you hissed Jimmy rubbed it gently soothing you and then he commanded.

“Get upstairs now sweetheart or do you want us to fuck in the hallway?” he asked making your legs trembled on what he desired tonight.

You took careful steps upstairs and Jimmy followed behind you with another smack to your behind. When you got to the top, he pushed you to the wall again for another intense make out session. But this time snaking his hands behind you to unzip your dress letting it fall to your feet in a gasp.

As Jimmy sucked on the sweet spot of your neck like a lustful leach you didn’t register the clink of his belt. Pulling it off Jimmy smirked at the look on your hot and flustered face.

“Are you going let me do whatever I want to you sweetheart? He asks holding his belt up you nod eagerly wondering what he was going do to you.

Jimmy takes your hands and wraps the belt around your wrists and tightens it.

You never knew he was into this sort of thing.

“You are not going be touching me but I’m going to be touching you” he tells you in a whisper before kissing your ear lobe. He guides you towards your bed by your hands and then pushes you on top of the plush bed covers.

Jimmy crawls on the bed to you and kisses you deeply caressing your breasts “this won’t do” he hums and then unclips your lacy bra from the front and tosses it on the floor.

“You are so beautiful” he compliments admiring your tits before fondling them with his big hands. Moaning a like a slut as he starts to sucks and lick your buds while stroking you through your panties (that was soaking wet).

“Oh, baby is this all for me?” Jimmy asks in a groan he looks at you with them sparkling blue eyes of his “or is this for Howard?”

“Jus-you just you Jimmy” you moaned more and then he suddenly tears off your underwear causing your thighs to quiver in anticipation. Coolness graces your awaiting heat as he tosses your ruined panties to the floor.

Jimmy slowly and teasingly undid the buttons of his shirt as you breathed heavily in the comfort of your bed. His hands moved to his tented pants unzipping them and pushing them down along with his briefs.

You moaned at the sight of his fat cock bouncing out to greet you Jimmy sighed in relief as you tugged on the belt around your wrists.

Desperate to stroke his cock.

Smirking Jimmy started doing just that as his other hand began to play between your legs. Feeling so flustered you closed your legs on his hand with a moan.

“Open them back up for me beautiful” Jimmy hums nudging your thighs. So, you carefully spread them shyly causing him to make a hum of approval.

“Good girl”

You kept staring at his hard cock as he now used both hands between your legs (one to keep your legs open and the other playing with your sensitive bud). The wetness of your cunt allowed Jimmy to slide one of his long fingers in making you whine.

“You are so tight sweetheart and all for me” he praised watching his finger worked his way in and out of you and then added another. The sound of your arousal coating his fingers was music to Jimmy’s ears as he rubbed your quivering bud more earing an even more desperate whine.

You were going to cum already and he knew it by the alluring way your cunt clenched around his fingers to your moans.

“Do it for me baby only for me” Jimmy encouraged working his fingers hard into you (even debating if he could add a third)

All you could do with your hands bound and legs held open was to let go. So, you did and it felt amazing.

Jimmy groaned when you gushed it was covering almost his entire hand. He then used your pleasure to coat his own cock.

He had to make sure you were both ready for one another.

“Howard could never do that” Jimmy told you as you panted like a mad dog. Kissing you again his hands reached to your tits fondling them. His attempt of distracting you as he positioned his fat cock at your cunt pushing it in with a strong groan erupting from his throat.

“So soft and tight”

You whimpered gazing up at him while he held your bonded hands above your head. It was a big stretch as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in (getting you used to the feeling of him inside you)

“Such a good girl for me” he whispered in praise as your face contorted in absolute pleasure.

His name fell from your lips on repeat with a moan as his hips drove into yours getting faster and faster. Heat was like a lustful whirlwind as you both fucked like wild animals. These fiery desires Jimmy held for you wished you discovered sooner as your cunt clenched around him like a vice.

One of Jimmy’s hands moved to your poor bud again overstimulating the hell out of it. But it was soon enough as the knot in your tummy became loose and you eventually milked him for all he had in one powerful climb max.

Jimmy groaned as he pulled out of you releasing the juices you created together and admiring as it dripped out onto the once clean bed covers.

He gave you yet another sloppily kisses rubbing his hands over your body as you came down for the high. Caressing your cheek, he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“Good girl”

“You did so good for me beautiful”

Then he grabbed a hold of your chin making you look him in the eye.

“Never go out with Hamlin or any other guy got it?” he asked his tone deep and soft.

“I’m all yours Jimmy”

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nothinggathers · 7 months

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“Is it weird working alongside so many humans?”

Connor's eyes settled on Josh, and then drifted around the room. He spotted the RK900 in a black turtleneck and dinner jacket. Cyberlife had been in the middle of building two hundred thousand of his model, using Connor's own face and assigned name. They'd been preparing to replace him even before he'd been sent out on that first field test.

“Sometimes,” Connor conceded.

“Opinions won't change if they don't meet us,” Simon said, trailing his finger around the rim of the glass. Connor wondered whether appearing perpetually exhausted was just a part of Simon, or whether it had been a deliberate design choice for a household android made by some human that thought they were funny. Both were possible. “I don't think they'd be doing this today if they didn't have androids in the department.”

Josh regarded the martini glass in Simon's fingers. It held 232ml of Thirium, information which Connor mentally waved away. It was such a strangely specific amount, and not enough to be of help to an android that might actually need it, but that wasn't why it was provided.

“It might not be the most sensitive way of supporting us,” Josh said, quietly. His eyes fell on Connor and he smiled, “But they're trying.”

The auctioneer for the evening was one of the ST300's that had remained at the front desk after the revolution. Her name was Clara these days. Sometimes Connor found her on her breaks watching cat videos online. She didn't own one, yet, because her housing didn't meet the shelter standards for adoptive homes.

Clara knocked her gavel on the podium to call for everyone's attention, and the music in the room changed. The lights dimmed, letting the focus fall onto the small stage. “Ladies, gentlemen, and others,” Clara began, her voice ringing sweetly over the room, “thank you for coming to the Detroit Police Department's charity auction.”

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simp-ly-writes · 1 month

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Friend of the Captain

Pairing: Edward "Eddie" Horniman x afab!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie grew up together: from jealousy, emotional angst alongside some cute and loving moments, a lot has happened from throughout the years.

Warnings: 3000~ words, jealousy and light teasing.

A/N: I think the utter brainrot has gotten to me once again. Legit have a whole list of scenarios I want to write about... stay tuned~

Masterlist | Taglist | somewhat un-edited.

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

↳ From having mothers who were university friends- Your's and Eddie's families were quite close to one another, where one's land ended yours began and vice versa. Holidays shared to both tropical and cold places from skiing in the Alps to winter spent in the South of France. Going over for season festivities- sharing countless gifts and meals with one another you both also always made time to see one another outside of these large events often sneaking off to your shared treehouse or by the pond as kids.

↳ Both of you would always promise to only spend a few hours yet your parents always showed a knowing look- understanding that those few hours extended into sunset and even beyond as you both slept over at one another's estates (in separate rooms of course- you mom would suffer a heart attack to the family reputation if else wise).

↳ Yet you would somehow find one another asleep on the couch or on the floor after nightmares or late night talks. Eddie always made sure he faced the door. A quality you had yet to take notice of at such a young age.

↳ During dinners you would often share food off each others plates as well, trading sides and offering bites of new dishes. Yet when it came to a beloved stuffed bear of yours named effectively- Teddy or the ripping of your new spring dress- you were heartbroken and distraught. Refusing to see Eddie who broke both of them after a series of playtime together.

↳ Seeking revenge, you tossed his dress shoes into the pond and his fencing gear up a tree as you instructed the garden keepers to not help the young boy in anyway as they bowed to your request with laughter in their eyes and hiding in their cheeks.

↳ It got so bad after three weeks of not seeing one another that your fathers had stepped in, setting up a formal meeting between the two of you as Eddie had written he would do his best to not break another thing of yours as you promised to at least listen to what he had to say and to not throw his gear away so close to one of his tests. You remember shaking on the agreement, shaking hard- waiting for him to drop as your hands turned red. Your father pulled you away, proud smile across his features as Eddie shook his hand- glaring at you slightly as you blinked twice innocently back.

↳ Hangouts would soon return after another week, boredom eating you alive after classes. From Hide in Seek in the hallway, sneaking away with a packed lunch towards the treehouse in the woods during the afternoon and stargazing in the evenings as various groundskeepers warned you of the rapidly dropping temperature as you both ran inside, sitting down by the hearth in the living room while dinner was being prepared. At every meal you beside one another, playing footsie or making faces until manners yelled else wise when you both were growing up.

↳ Moving into early teenage years, things started to become weird. Your parents separated you both more often as you were sent to an all girls school. You started to notice changes in Eddie's appearance, his voice dropping- accent darkening. His cheek bones raised and muscles filled yet Eddie watched you as well- often keeping a step just behind your own during events as others witnessed your beauty during dinners and charity events.

↳ During one fall, you two shared your first kiss together after horseback riding inside one of your family's estates. It started to rain soon afterwards as you both darted back inside, stowing the horses away and laughing as he helped to dry your hair before being pulled away by the staff.

↳ Even during more of your rebellious phases, you remember sneaking outside the house- night-robe clutched tightly to your frame as Eddie stood, cigarettes in hand. You took his current one out of his mouth, taking a drag while winking towards a dazed and drunken Freddy that stumbled over, offering you his coat before Eddie swooped in and offered you his in stead. Freddy frowned, tossing the rest of his drink on your sock covered feet and Eddies slippers. Having to throw both articles of clothing away after being unable to wash the smell away from whatever cocktail he had concocted.

↳ However, you were all unknowing to a certain younger sister, Charlotte. Who raised a small eyebrow at you all out of the house in the middle of the night, informing both mothers through the landline as they chuckled to themselves- observing you through the various estate windows with binoculars. "Quite the son-in-law I will be having, at least he lights it for her," Lady Sabrina chuckles, swatting your mothers hand away lightly at the tease. Your mother starts to frown at the statement, "We can never be too sure about things like these..." Sabrina rolls her eyes, "Are you willing to bet?"

↳ After a fight Eddie sustained while trying to stand up for his brother, you ended up your room's bathroom with a first aid kit as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, stool pulled in between his legs as you dressed the various wounds and cuts across his cheek and hands. He tussled your hair in thanks as you huffed out, kicking him in the shin as he cursed out, running after you as you darted down the hall and towards the treehouse.

↳ Eddie's and your parent's watched as Eddie carried you over his shoulder as teenagers, threatening to drop you into the pool as you kicked and squealed in protest. Having stayed the whole afternoon so far on the sun lounge with your book and lemonade. You swung rapidly at his back, fists turning his skin red as he laughed and ended up jumping in with you in his arms. You quickly swam to the surface, trying to fix your hair from your eyes as Eddie swam over to help you- doing his best to contain his laughter that soon became contagious as you splashed water on him- fathers now yelling at you to settle yourself as a particularly big wave nearly drenched them all and the awaiting staff. Mothers sharing a look between one another, clinking their glasses together

↳ You remember listening to Eddie throughout the years as he matured. Unknowing of what he wanted to be and where he should go. You would hold him during those nights, on the same couch by the same fire, leaning against the furniture while sat on the floor. A snacks board set on the coffee table just off to the side with your teas. You talked Freddy back from collapsing multiple times as well, your number set to the top of his emergency contacts- higher than even his brothers yet you pinky-swore to keep that a promise yet somehow Charlotte always knew... almost knew everything.

↳ Last Christmas (I gave you my heart), you were walking around the Halstead estate, champagne glass taken from a stock tray in the hall as you wondered where Eddie had gone. You could only listen to Freddys most recent... indulgence so long or the other young ladies escapades with their stable boys and trainers before taking a breather outside. Walking out onto the balcony, leaning over and letting the breeze cost across your collarbones. The staff offered you a blanket as you thanked them and tossed it over your shoulders.

Suddenly a snap, fabric being shuffled and a series of moans. You peered slowly and further down the estates gardens, eyes squinted into the moonlight and stars as your breath caught in your throat, heart stopping. Tears began to well in your eyes, hands began to shake as you shook your head rapidly. The staff hurriedly asked if you were feeling ill- all you could offer was a shake of your head before stumbling back into the party. Both mothers held your shoulders, fathers stood that much taller as their eyes scanned the crowd in curiosity as to who or what made you have such a reaction.

"Is everything alright dear?" Lady Sabrina asked you, lips pressed together, eyebrows upwards as you shook your head once more. Bowing your head to hide the ruining of your make-up. "I-It's nothing, just emotional about not seeing you all for a little while."

"Oh, darling," she pulls you into a tight hug, her furry shawl brushing against your nose as her hand lighting rubs your back in a comforting motion. She pulls away, hands on your cheeks as she dabs away your tears with a napkin, "You are always welcome to visit, no matter what." You took in a sharp breath of air, smiling at the mother figure before making an early departure that night.

Eddie strolled in as soon as you left, the duchess he kept company with following behind a few minutes afterwards- touching up her lipstick. His cheeks were painted a redish-hue, his dress shirt no longer finely pressed as his mother smiled tightly at him. His father merely shrugging before continuing possible business conversations with your mother and father.

↳ The weekend after, you were spending some last minute time with Charlotte. "Are you an my brother together?" She asks calmly, sipping her tea as you both walked around a shopping centre in need of new clothes for your upcoming extended vacation abroad. You stopped in your tracks, head slowly turning to face her with a sad smile. "No, I don't think things like that are in the books for us... he is my greatest friend, I am my truest self when with him yet, I-I..."

"It's alright, I think of you as a sister no less," she says, placing a hand on your shoulder before tipping her head into another boutique as you smile, picking up your bags once more before walking in with her. Charlotte would later ask her brother the same reply, he looked at her, not meeting her in the eyes before turning his back to her, his foot tapping in contemplation. "Hm, No I don't believe so," Eddie stated before pivoting out of the room without another word.

↳ You and Eddie attended one another's graduations later that year. Your remember breaking a heel while trying to run over to their family who's mother held a large rose display. You ended up falling into Freddys arms as he look as you shocked, his girlfriend Tammy raised a brow before chuckling to herself at the unamused look coming from Eddie. You perfected the hug, standing up straight while whispering thanks into his ear as he shrugged, taking the flowers from his mother and shoving them in your face playfully as you sneezed lightly at the pollen flooding your senses.

↳ Later, using the fake IDs that Freddy obtained for the both of you to sneak out to foreign bars in celebration. The both of you don't remember much of that night spent together, dancing under the strobe lights, sharing un-mannerly touches as your lips dusted over one another's- drinking yourselves delirious before calling Freddy for a ride back against both of your better judgements.

↳ That would be the last summer you would share at the Halstead residence. Your parents taking you away on a world tour before you were off to college. Your father spoke ill about Eddie's family, a dark look painted in his features. "I know you two are close, good friends and I hope that whatever little flutters you are having or just that. I don't want to see my daughter involved in their types of business-"

"Don't they just sell sheep and wine?" you questioned only to receive silence as your answer, you kept your lips shut with this speck of information.

↳ As young adults, you got accepted into an American college and were leaving early to familiarize yourself with the country before the school year started. Eddie had enlisted and began basic training as soon as you left. Yet before boarding the plane, You both gripped one another closely, eyes closed before pulling away, staring deeply in a silent promise to see each other soon...

↳ Eddie was there to listen to your first boarding school abroad abroad as you wrote letters to one another. You checked every week, waking up at the crack of dawn to have the halls to yourself- fingers tracing over every word with a small smile- looking outwards to the rising sun wondering if Eddie was doing the same as he was placed somewhere else across the country.

↳ Eddie anxiously waited for each letter- this was the longest you both had spent from one another and each holiday break seemed to get further and further away as you did too. His night terrors soon faded back in as he patrolled boarders and directed various men and women in war-torn states. Blood coated his hands, his face, staining his uniform and hardening his face. He breathed in the compliance of his staff, the air of freedom- of having a name for himself outside of his family's heritage- he was so close to promotion. Yet he hated dressing his wounds alone in a tent or temporary housing, his thoughts consumed by wondering what you were doing in that moment as the days only progressed by...

↳ You remember jumping into his arms at the airport (Eddie insisted on being the one to pick you up after getting his drivers license) yet he only brought a two seater and was shocked to see another young man standing beside you- shuffling awkwardly on his feet as he waved Hello, bags by his feet.

↳ His arm still hovered over your waist as you introduced your new boyfriend with rosy cheeks and lips as you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. Eddie remembers the firm handshake they shared, the locked eyes as they froze in that moment. Shoulders up straight, eyeing up one another's business verses military uniforms with distaste before you called for a new driver to take your boyfriend back home with you

↳ Eddie opened your door, taking your hand and helping you to step into the vehicle. Closing the door and unfolding his sunglasses, he smiled teasingly towards your boyfriend who could only silently glare in return- sitting at the back of a black SUV, following you both onto the highway and back home.

↳ Both of your mothers spat out their wine at the introduction of your boyfriend as he kept a polite yet straining grip on your hand as you shook it away, shaking it in an effort to circulate your blood once more. Mothers looked between one another, and then back at you, towards Eddie and then gulped nervously. Eddie's father raised a brow- not processing the possibility of this outcome as yours nodded once in your direction in approval. Eddie took his seat at the usual table, smile falling as you took a seat next to your boyfriend instead- offering him a polite smile in sorry.

↳ Yet this would start the cycle, every other winter break, you or Eddie would come home with a new girlfriend or boyfriend all the way up until your graduation and Eddie's promotion to Captain. Family dinners only became more strained as your mothers were beginning to lose hope in the two of you. Your fathers pulling you both apart, insisting on separating businesses and breaking contracts.

↳ What had formed as children was remarkable now in difference. What had been shared food and time, gifts by the fireplace, falling asleep underneath the stars to distant looks in the hallway. Hands brushing against one another's in boardrooms while learning from each of your fathers before the split was put into effect and in a way that was also the end for both yours and Eddies relationship as your hands drifted apart to collect your pens and papers.

↳ "See each other soon," soon became the occasional video call, to voice message, text happy holidays, and then nothing...

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

╰┈➤ A/N: Hope you enjoyed~ Let me know if you want a (pt.2)! Taglist request can be found at the top of this post or under my blogs main materslist :)

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crackedmarrow · 9 months

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After dinner my mother insisted I help the servants bring out my favorite dish to show I was submissive and that I was a good host to strangers. Realizing that this may be a ploy for my father to trade me as some type of currency to further his wealth although during dinner he asked the my father some questions which seemed quite performative. He laid out all of his accomplishments and also spoke on his desire to have a family a wife to nurture the children and how he basically didn’t care about what his family or others thought about him courting someone outside of the English race. He spoke of his voyages and all of the material wealth his family has accumulated over the past few centuries. He spoke of aristocrats and other structured governments. I was not impressed he was nothing more than the average man. Yes, he saw and did a lot but I felt like he was groomed. He was like my father doing what his father and great grandfather wanted to do. I was more eager about this dinner ending so I could go to bed and meet Kush Jha at the river even allowing for Kagal to join us in our little kingdom and I

Imagined another man for her. I imagined Mrs.Kapoor and her husband also being there. We would create plans on how to get people to recognize love is real.

I brought out the desert this man with the eyes of a wolf staring me down. Just had a similar stare but this mans eyes looked dull nothing of what I wanted to have staring at me. I was to him just property. An addition to him. I was a slave a charity case something that he could “bless” with a better life. I wasn’t one of those ladies he grew up around and went to university with. I was also a virgin so I was to be molded in to the image that he wanted me to be. He was didn’t show his claws but I knew they were there. He ate the deserts only after he saw how we ate them and mimicked us. He also told us there is other ways to eating and pulled out these utensils. We had them but we were eating traditionally. I already could see he wanted to critique me. I strongly ignored him. His smile that was once filled with optimism turned in to a straight face. Lips pressed hard together he was probably thinking about how he would break me out of my traditions and how i was raised like a savage with a kick sense of what sophistication looked like. My father eating and smiling showing little fragments of the desert on his teeth. My mother smiling because she only wished to match my fathers energy as far as the excitement. I was avoiding even looking in the direction of the man. I didn’t want him to even think that I was the one who he would “ save” and basically overall control. I wanted him to feel that any move he tried I would counter it. I would ignore him and he was of no importance to me. The servants came to remove all the plates off the table and any left over deserts only leaving wine and this weird English liquor. A brandy? A whiskey? I sipped out of my cup the yellowish wine which was basically fermented fruit with other spices. It went down smoothly.

I looked to my father to be released from the table and to go in to my room change out of my sari in ti my night clothes so I can dream of being with Kush Jha. My Kama.

I told my mother and father that I wished to go away to my room and once I stood up from the table the Englishman asked me if I would like to take a walk with him one of these days. I didn’t want to offend my father so I said

We shall see and I gave a faux smile. Light and fast and I rushed off towards my room. Before I rushed off I remember his stale face and that half smile went back to its default setting. Stale. He was not amused he felt like all of his efforts to cage me and to woo me may have been done in vain but I knew that wouldn’t stop him. I know that more than likely it hurt his ego but it wasn’t so loud to where everyone else knew that I was not interested and my interest may be elsewhere. He thought maybe I was playing hard to get.

Now changed and in my bed I look at the canopy of my bed. A painted mural of the gods over me. I look for Durga and I look for Shiva. I look for the other gods and name each one of them people I know. I think about Kush my Kama.

He was what I longed for. I closed my eyes imagining that kiss under the waterfall. I imagined our tongues tying knots and never letting go. I imagined him kissing me all over. My l neck my face anywhere kissable and only thinking of how tomorrow would go. I dreamt that he was dreaming of me and only me.

The next opening I made way towards the village center. I did not tell my mother or father where I was going I just left. Today I would not be in any lectures but I would be gathering thing I thought me and Kush may need.

I brought fruit and other little things. I got some spices a fish and I even saw a basket hand woven by one of the village people I picked up other things. I also bought something for the future bride since I left with Kush yesterday and don’t get to speak to her. I bought something for me and my Kama. I was so happy. Villagers spoke to me and saw that I was the beam of light from the sun walking upon the earth. They smiled at me and I smiled harder. I eventually ran in to Kagal.

Kagal came to me and she said

“Sonali, thank you for yesterday and thank you for not avoiding me.” I didn’t understand why she thought I would avoid her. I asked her why would she think that.

She smiled and changed the subject.

She asked me why did I get so many things and what I had planned for the day she told me about one of the English men coming to her house yesterday and I told her of my same experience. I told her how I didn’t like the one who came to my house and how I felt I could not love one those creatures.

“His life sounds fascinating however I don’t want all of that. I wish to marry for love. I feel that he has no kind of his own only the mind of greed and conquer.” “ He showed me in various different ways he was controlling and was not one to allow himself to be vulnerable.” “ It was all about self preservation with him. She told me basically all that I had to do down to the desert and how she actually accepted the offer of the English man. She was eager though. It was as if she didn’t care about that like she was truly a person who did not place judgement nor think about all of the bad things. Another thing to envy her for. Blind faith and not to think of anything bad. Is that why she was happy all the time. I wondered if she has ever felt a sense of disappointment or if she took it for what it was and carried on. Kagal I admired her do so many thing envied her for so many thing but then again she made me feel seen. I only hated myself myself for not being similar to her… a more understanding person. That’s what I’ve realized. However in the moment I felt she was ignorance and her ignorance was bliss that made her happy and me being mindful knew I could never take ignorance for bliss I had to know I needed to know. I craved control the same thing that the English man demanded. Control over how people perceived him. I saw little glimpses of myself on him and I didn’t like it. I wanted to control my life which isn’t bad but I didn’t want to come off as the perfect person but then again in a sense I did. I wanted to come off as the perfect rebel.

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anosci · 10 months

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(226-240 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17])

names and thoughts below cut

226/ Rabit - Baptizm (2015) insanely subdued intro not sure about the high pitch aliasing in "Straps" "bloody eye" is pretty wild. really dirty percussion on some warbly synths. i'm marking this as the standout in a cool, moody EP

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227/ Common Creation - Sunset Seance (2023) lower tempo + breaks on top of a wobby sound. my favorite :D i think this is the type of sound SGX would make if he were active today. big beats, beefy bass, lush chord textures flitting beneath it all. it's a delight

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228/ VA - Infloresce & Friends Charity Festival (2023) poor "Gentle Leafy Road", cute banger with a late penalty "make it make sense" bbbbbbbbanger "just existing (in a good way)" talk about good vibes wowow. personal winner tho "Together" is a well deserved actual 1st place.

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229/ VA - YEA VIDEOGAME (2023) as usual, a grab bag. some personal highlights: "coaxed from the ether" beej is kicking ass god damn "cow descent" hmm yes this is bang er. "Skyscraper Playground" yeah!! bounce!! "KirbYEAdventure" i adore how well this captures the CUTE of kirby

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230/ VA - TINYMOD GRANDPRIX (2023) as usual, mixed bag etc etc. 2 hilights: (4k) "3n14ks24k4u" is insane for its size. basically just a good song in general. (48k) "light dinner 6" !!! the most nagz&vhiiula sounding thing ive heard in 20 years. holy shit!

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231/ VA - BotB Advent Calendar 2022 (2023) absolute grabbag ofc. ighlights: (c64) "FL Studio SUX" oh holy shit that's a certified BANGER. EZ fav (fakebit) "Rooftop Wealth Gap RPG" hits that midi itch but a little harder. (zxbeep) "Beepbeep Hoedown" astoundingly soft for 1bit wtf

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232/ VA - Spring Tracks XII (2023) mixed bag ofc. hilits: "Ophanim" ae-esque! twisting and turning and unfolding! slightly too long but like. god damn. "witness protection" gets its title bc all the ppl responsible for this scoring so low are in [title]. "GENERAL SERUM" hey wtf.

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233/ VA - Winter Chip XVIII (2023) mixed bag etc. personal hi lites: "10 Celsius Winter" crunchy! "not here" spooky wild textures. i love warble. "Echonomicon" basically magic. 90idm hella. "Status Chill" yooooooooooo

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234/ Aphex Twin - Blackbox Life Recorder EP (2023) the title "in a room" captures the overall vibe of this EP: lax. parallax mix feels the most like an dusty artifact from the archives (in a cool way) kinda loose overall but happy to have another drop of afx

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235/ Tigran Hamasyan - Mockroot (2015) there's a certain intensity to these vamps. its often followed by serenity. i feel like a picky eater when i say this but i swear some of these songs (f.ex "Entertain Me") would kick ASS with a metal timbre. anyway: "The Grid".

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236/ Starkey - Odyssey Five (2016) lush, slightly haunting. deeply nighttime music. "Tropical" is a misleading title for a wild and spooky banger. check out those BENDS. probably personal highlight? not to discount the more atmospheric stuff but…

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237/ Oval - Popp (2016) yeah i guess it is a little more pop, huh. "ku" has the wild soundscape, transient weirdness, and pitch bends that feels 100% like what oval would make in 2016. perhaps fav? id call that a representative track anyway. shoutout to "fu"'s chops as well

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238/ Lanark Artefax - Windox Rush (2015) "it's like afx" oh damn it rly is is that detuned chords too??? might just be lush but i think there's detuning here. "The Angel Problem" prolly fav. overall more "chill" than "electro" but still.

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239/ hizmi - Soak (2021) absolutely unthinkable that this is coming purely from a stock X68000?????? it sounds so full of intention. insane. beautiful. "Rivulet" is just an unrestrained ilkae track like cmon

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240/ Skee Mask - Shred (2016) smooth like a cold drink. title track "Shred 08" is kind of the outlier, being actually heavy. feels like a melody-deprived version what i expected bblr to be lol sorry rdj. i think the fuzzy clickyness of "HAL Conv." is my fav tho

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smolwitch · 1 year

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Pocket Full of Thorns.

[《CH2] Chapter Three: A Growing Worry. [CH4》]

The rest of the day passes quickly, too quickly for Michelle. She would have preferred a slow day, to do some mindless work and be able to think.

I have to call Lenora, she thinks, grinding herbs for yet another customer. She's gonna freak out…

Before she could even register the time, Crumble is at her heels letting her know. Time to close. The shop is finally empty again, and Michelle locks the door and collapses into the old armchair with a puff of breath.

"Why am I so worried?" Crumble looks at her, purring. "He said he wouldn't tell anyone. That's that, right?"

She waves her hand over the candles and they sputter to life once more, illuminating the shop. Crumble curls up on the counter, watching her through half-closed eyes.

Michelle rubs her face, pressing her fingers gently into her eyes, before standing. There are orders to finish.

Putting the kettle on again for her evening tea, she starts into the list of orders. There are a few deliveries she needs to make during the evening, plus a bit of shopping for herself, so she packs the orders into her basket as she goes.

Soon enough, she's ready to go. With a quick peck on Crumble's head, Michelle heads for the door.

"Keep the place safe, Crumbs," she calls out, trying to find her key. Crumble watches her leave before curling back up and falling asleep.

The village is quiet as Michelle rides through on her bike, stopping to drop off orders. She arrives at her final stop before the journey home — the small grocery store that serves the whole village. She parks her bike out front, taking the basket from the handlebars, and heads inside.

The store is relatively quiet as well, save for two other customers; a man browsing the aisles and a woman at the counter. The woman catches Michelle's eye, glancing at her as she walks in. The conversation between her and the shop keeper seems to stop abruptly and the woman leaves with her purchases.

Michelle tries to pay no mind, keeping her focus on the list in her head.

Dinner foods, lunch foods, snacks.

The man browsing nearby finishes his shopping and heads to the counter. Was he moving a little too quick compared to his casual browsing? Michelle shakes her head slightly, trying to keep her thoughts on her own shopping.

Cat food, milk, bread.

He's at the shop keeper now, they're chatting quietly. She can't quite make out what they're saying. It doesn't matter what they're saying — she needs to stop being so paranoid. She looks at the fresh fruit and vegetables.

Mushrooms… button mushrooms or chestnut mushrooms?

The man leaves with his shopping. Michelle and the shop keeper are alone, with only the store radio breaking the silence.

She finishes up, having gotten everything she needs, and heads up to the front counter.

"Good evening," the woman at the counter says, starting to scan Michelle's stuff. "Find everything okay?"

"Oh, yes," Michelle smiles, loading the scanned stuff into her basket. "Thank you."

The rest of the transaction continues in silence. Michelle pays cash, putting her change into the charity jar, and heads out. She thanks the cashier again as she leaves.

She tries to keep her mind busy as she cycles back home, but her thoughts keep straying back to how weird the atmosphere in the store was.

She passes through the centre of the village and notices that there's lights on in the meeting hall.

Must be some kind of event, she thinks, shrugging to herself. Like a book club, maybe…

Soon after, she arrives back at the apothecary on the outskirts of the village. Taking her basket off the front of the bike, she leans it against the side of the building and heads in.

Crumble is still fast asleep, only stirring when Michelle scratches between her ears before putting her shopping away. Milk, meat, and vegetables in the fridge, snacks and cat food in the cupboard, and the bread in the bread box. She hangs her basket up nearby and kicks her shoes off.

Time to call Lenora.

"Hello!" The phone picks up on the third ring. Michelle puts the kettle on for another cup of tea and leans against the counter.

"Hey, Lennon," she smiles. "How was your day?"

As she listens to her other half's voice, excitedly explaining all the details of the project she's working on, Michelle gets her mug set up and ready to go. The kettle is whistling by the time Lenora is done.

"Oh, Horace says hello, too," she laughs, after the toad croaks indignantly in the background.

"Hello, Horace," Michelle chuckles, pouring her tea. "I'd say he's been a great help."

"Oh, always! So," she replies. "Tell me about your day."

"Just a second." Michelle pours her tea and settles down into the old armchair before starting into her own day. She tells Lenora about what happened that morning, then the weird vibes she got in the grocery store. The other end of the phone is quiet throughout.

"Are you alright?" Lenora finally says, when she's finished.

"I'm fine, just being paranoid," she replies, sipping her tea. "Don't worry about me."

"It's my job to worry," she says. "Are you sure you don't want me to come home? I can cut my project short — "

"No!" Michelle says, hurriedly. "No, you've been waiting on this for months. I'll be fine. I promise."

"Alright. If you're sure," she says, but she doesn't sound convinced. "Keep me updated, okay? Love you."

"Love you, too," she smiles. "Sleep tight."

"Sleep tight, Shelly," Lenora says. "Stay safe."

The line goes dead and Michelle sips her tea quietly for a while.

Stay safe…

Lenoras last words over the phone echo through her mind. Surely there's nothing to worry about, right? He said he wouldn't tell anyone. Michelle chews her lip absentmindedly.

She jumps a little as Crumble suddenly hops into her lap with a purr.

"I wish I could be as relaxed as you, Crumbs," she sighs, petting the cat as she settles back down to nap. She gets a sleepy meow in response and chuckles. "Maybe it is time for bed. If I can even sleep with the amount of noise you're making!"

The cat grumbles a little as Michelle stands up, scooping the ball of fur up with her. A good night's rest is what she needs. She pours herself a glass of water and heads upstairs to her room.

Putting Crumble on the end of the bed, she changes into her night clothes and looks at her bookshelf.

"Something relaxing, I think," she says quietly, picking out a romantic comedy. "Nothing too exciting."

Michelle settles down into bed, flicking her fingers at the radio for some ambient noise. Crumbles pads up the bed to curl up with her, and she pets the cat before opening her book.

It's an old favourite of hers, a book she's had since she was a teenager. The pages are well-worn and dog-eared and the spine is cracked in multiple places. Michelle has read and re-read the story too many times to count. It's a typical love story, boy meets girl, falls in love, so on and so forth, but it hasn't failed to make her laugh any time she has read it. Hopefully, it should lighten her mood, even just a little. Hopefully.

She gets comfy and flicks to the first page.

Chapter One…

#writeblr #witches #fiction #chapter 3 #pfot

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

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You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately.

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

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The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.”

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way.

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Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.”

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie.

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone.

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed.

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island. It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words.

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest.

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly.

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it.

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Can I pls get headcanons of malleus, lillia, leona, azul, and neige with a crush on a reader who's a teachers assistant at a preschool?

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Somehow, you and Malleus keep bumping into each other while you’re taking the kids out on walks. Just as he fears, his imposing aura makes the children shy away in fear--and you have to put your arms out to block the kids from him, just as a safety precaution.

He tries to make peace with you and the preschoolers by crouching down to meet the kids at eye level and offering a mysterious smile and a daisy conjured from thin air. Seeing the magic gets the kids excited, and they start swarming him and asking to see more.

Pretty soon, Malleus has been converted into a human-shaped jungle gym, with preschoolers hanging off his limbs. The kids attached to his arms squeal and try reaching for his horns, too! You panic and try to pry the children off while apologizing profusely. Malleus merely chuckles and reassures you that he does not mind the company.

The two of you end up parking on a nearby bench and spending the afternoon watching the kids race around, playing tag and other funny games. Without realizing it, Malleus’s hand slowly finds his way to clasp yours--and when you glance up in surprise, he looks away with a shy blush.

Another daisy appears in his hands, and he tucks this one behind your ear. It’s a quiet symbol of his innocent love--he just hopes his message reaches you.

Lilia drops by midday at the preschool to play with the children--and always in a weird way, like from the ceiling or through a window! He has a grand old time chasing the kids around and tickling them.

He tells you all about his own kids (”They’ve all grown up into such splendid young men,” Lilia gushes proudly), which confuses you because he looks so young--and Lilia has to clarify that he is seen as the “father figure” of his friend group.

He helps herd the kids into single file lines to wash their hands and sit down for snack time. Lilia may not be the best at cooking, but he can help you assemble simple snacks, like yogurt between two graham crackers, or sliced fruit. If a kid’s having trouble eating, Lilia can hold a spoon out for them and declare “here comes the broooom!”, or pretend to chow down on their yummy share of food, to get them to open up.

He’s very eager to join the preschoolers when they play pretend restaurant! Lilia pantomimes cooking (even adding little sound effects, like the hissing of a fryer) when it’s his turn to be the chef, and makes enthusiastic chomping and lip smacking when it’s his turn to be the customer!

While he’s pretending to chop up a plastic carrot (with an equally as plastic) knife, Lilia throws you a wink and offers to make “something special” for you. He uses that as a segue to invite you to dinner with his family (my, how smooth of him)~

Leona avoids your workplace like the plague. Well... sort of. He lingers by the preschool’s front gates, leaning his back against them with his arms folded, waiting for you to be let off your shift so he can talk to you. (Leona glares at the parents passing by to pick up their little snot goblins.)

The one time he actually tried entering the building, he was immediately accosted by kids trying to grab his ears and tail. It was a nightmare--and since then, no matter how much he might have liked you, he swore to only attempt talking to you outside of your regular work hours and location.

Poor Leona really struggles to make conversation--not because he’s nervous or anything, but because he dislikes children and has to hold himself back from making a comment about how annoying he finds them to be. You can talk about your kids for hours on end, but all Leona can muster as a response are awkward head nods and grunts.

He eventually manages to find his footing by settling on telling tales about his furball of a nephew, Cheka. Leona won’t say it out loud, but he loves seeing how your eyes light up at his stories--and he finds himself daydreaming about how he’d feel if they were directed at him.

He accidentally lets it slip that there may be someone he fancies to Cheka, which, of course, sends him into a giggling fit. Cheka sings songs about “Ojitan and the Teacher’s Helper”, makes crayon drawings of them holding hands under a rainbow, and basically serves as Leona’s biggest cheerleader!

You’re a regular at the Mostro Lounge, and Azul comes to learn of your occupation through chatting with you. He finds himself drifting over to your table time and time again, with short greetings quickly turning into prolonged discussions.

While Azul doesn’t look after children of his own, he jokes that dealing with the twins is like handling two overgrown kids anyway. He often trades you stories of the twins’ shenanigans in exchange for stories of your preschoolers’ shenanigans.

He’ll demonstrate how generous he is by occasionally making donations to your preschool. The kids are always excited when the beloved A. Ashengrotto sends them new toys, art supplies, and picture books. Recently, the plastic cash register, play money set, and giant octopus plushie Azul donated have been popular during play time.

When you have the free time, Azul allows you into the kitchen to show you how innovative, helpful, and health-conscious he can be. There, he rolls up his sleeves and shows you an array of healthy, kid-friendly snacks you can serve up. Fruit salads in the shape of funny faces, veggie puree sauces, mini pizza bagels with broccoli and mushrooms on top...

Those brothers Azul mentioned (Floyd and Jade?) usually lurk not too far behind, whispering to each other and snickering (you swear you overheard them mutter “simp” under their breaths). You ask Azul what that’s all about, but he usually rolls his eyes and tells you to ignore the hooligans--just focus on him.

He confides his crush in the Seven Dwarves, who immediately all rush to help him! Because of all their conflicting personalities, the advice they give is also very conflicting, and it ends up not helping Neige much at all... Still, he’s grateful for their support!

Neige eagerly volunteers to do charity performances for the kids you help look after! It’s a nice break from the more corporate gigs with contracts and large venues--plus, it’s an excuse to see you!

He stays after the performance to play with the kids! Since Neige is also an actor, he helps the children put on a little stage play. He puts on a paper crown that some preschoolers made for him and ties a blanket around his neck to resemble a cape. Acting like a prince, he takes your hand and guides you to a seat to watch their show!

Neige dances and sings with the kids on the “stage” (aka the show-and-tell rug). The story of their play makes little to no sense, but the children are having a lot of fun, and so are you!

When the play comes to an end, Neige surprises you by dropping to one knee and taking both of your hands. With a light dusting of a blush upon his cheeks, he dons a solemn smile and asks you to be his. “... Hehe. Did that make your heart skip a beat?”

#twst #twst x reader #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Azul Ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #curiouser and curiouser #Reader #self insert #Neige Leblanche #Lilia Vanrouge #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #Neige Leblanche x Reader #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #disney twisted wonderland

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amillionmillionvoices · 2 years

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not one of the cliches, but just a very silly thought i had: rebecca accidentally sends ted a topless selfie

Hey! thank you so much for this prompt! It's not exactly what you asked for, but it's inspired by it and I hope you enjoy it!

Kansas is wonderful.

Having the summer to help out around his mom’s house, putting his back into some manual labor, just being around his son for months has helped clear the cobwebs in his head, the way it always does. It’s always good to come back, but this summer in particular feels like a breath of fresh air.

It’s been a long, hard season—full of wonderful joys and some sorrows, but the team is still going strong and even though he hasn’t fulfilled his promise yet, even though they haven’t won the whole fucking thing, with every year that passes, they’re getting closer and closer.

It’s always a bit melancholy, when he leaves Richmond for Kansas in the summers, but it’s been harder the last two years, ever since he and Rebecca had finally stopped dancing around what was between them. And it’s not that she doesn’t visit—she does. Last year, she’d stayed a month in the house he was renting and he’d shown her the delights of BBQ and Kansas City theatre and they’d spent time with Henry, and it always felt right, felt good, to have her here, to see the way her skin warmed with the sun and the way her cheeks would pink just a touch and how light she seemed, away from work for a little while.

This summer, she’s been too busy—she’d volunteered toward the end of the season to oversee a charity she works with, after the president was caught embezzling funds, and it’s been more work and more stress than he’s ever seen her under. He doesn’t blame her—he knows how passionate she is, how badly she wants to keep the non-profit running and helpful for the children it serves—but he does miss her, every day.

But they talk frequently, either by text or phone call or FaceTime, and Henry often joins him, and it was a relief the first time he introduced them properly, a few months after they’d started seeing each other, that Henry had liked her right off the bat.

He’d asked, after letting them get acquainted, after spending a few days with her, the three of them together. He’d taken Henry out for dinner and asked him his honest opinion and Henry, eleven years old, had shrugged and said around a bit of his chips, “She’s weird. I like her.”

Ted had laughed. “Weird?”

“Yeah. She says funny stuff. And I mean, she likes you so—”

“Ouch, bud,” he’d said, miming an arrow through the heart, and Henry had grinned.

“Plus she’s really tall.”

“And... that’s a good thing?”

Henry hadn’t answered that, but Ted had told her later what he’d said, and he hadn’t realized until Rebecca nearly sobbed over the phone just how anxious she’d been about the whole thing, how terrified she’d been of Henry not liking her. He’d assured her that wouldn’t have happened, but kept to himself that he was equally relieved and overjoyed and so damn happy that his son and the woman he loved seemed to already love each other. That he wasn’t going to have to choose, or compromise—that they could just be.

And since then, Henry has accepted Rebecca as a part of their lives, so easily Ted wonders about it sometimes, but hasn’t quite found the courage to ask. But Henry and Rebecca have a text thread he’s not privy to and call each other once a week and she’s always asking about him and he asks about her and it isn’t always perfect and there are times none of them understand each other, but they’re a family and it works and if he were the praying kind, he’d send grateful prayers to heaven every day for what he has. What he thought he’d lost.

continued on ao3

#rebecca welton #ted lasso #ted x rebecca #tedbecca #catherine writes fic #this is super cheesy i'm sorry lol #asks #replies

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shegatsby · 3 years

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Hannibal x reader when Mason Verger gets too close to their young daughter and Hannibal immediately goes into protective dad mode and his daughter immediately doesn’t like Mason. If you want, you can add that the reader is silently proud of their little girl for calling Mason a bad word. @iamcavainna

Warnings; Mason Verger being a creep. Ew.

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A/n; Hi guys! Thank you for this request, I HATE MASON VERGER SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Sorry for any typos, enjoy.

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It was a cold snowy day in Baltimore, you and your daughter Aldona left home to visit your husband Hannibal. Hannibal got tickets to Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, he was spoiling you and your daughter like you belong to a royal family and neither of you complained.

Before you had Aldona you and Hannibal spend a lot of years together. You met him on a charity auction years ago, sitting next to each other. He simply turned to you and said how amazing you smelled and he wanted to know your perfume, that was a strange remark, however he made you smile and you had a nice conversation with him during the auction. You didn’t know how but he found your phone number and he insisted on to have you over for dinner and the rest is history. When he got the courage to tell you what he does on his free days he expected you to run for your life and never look back but you listened to him and his family history and how he got here, you cupped his warm cheeks and told him that you didn’t care, for once in his life he was shocked.

After having Aldona he became more passionate, he always said he wanted a daughter and the universe gifted him with Aldona, he wanted to name her and you didn’t say no. He was from Lithuania originally and he didn’t want to name his child a basic American name, it was his child and she had to have a special, unique name. She was a beautiful child and she grew up to be a beautiful young woman, she was 19 and home for the holidays at the moment.

‘’Your dad has the tickets so we have to visit his office.’’ You simply explained your daughter and drove to your husband’s office. The lights were on, it was close to 9pm so he must be seeing his last patient. Before you could knock his door it was opened by Hannibal and you saw Mason Verger coming out, you knew him because you met his sister on charity fundraisings, you never liked her brother, Verger family was just weird and they were coming from old money so they probably had a lot of skeletons in their closets. His cold blue eyes made you uncomfortable, ‘’Mrs. Lecter! It is so good to see you.’’ He said rather loudly, you had to smile kindly, ‘’Hello Mason. How are you?’’ even though you didn’t like him you had good manners, ‘’Thank you, thank you,’’ he looked over to see your daughter, ‘’Have we met before Miss?’’ you could see Hannibal’s posture go tight. ‘’No sir.’’ Your daughter said, Mason was much older than your daughter, Hannibal made sure to teach your daughter how to address someone who is older than her, Mason extended his gloved hand, ‘’Mason Verger. I’m sure you’ve heard the name Verger, we’re popular in Baltimore.’’ You wanted to wipe that cocky grin off of his lips. ‘’Unfortunately no, never heard of it.’’ Your daughter coldly said, she crossed her arms and stood next to you, it was a thing she did whenever she was uncomfortable and you gently patted her back.

Hannibal took a step between Aldona and Mason, ‘’If you don’t have anything more to add our session Mason, I would like to leave with my family.’’ His maroon eyes challenged Mason. Mason looked displeased but if he was smart enough to read Hannibal’s face he would leave and never come back. Months ago Hannibal made a mental note to help Margot Verger with the murder of her brother and Mason was pushing his luck right now, his hands were fists and he was trying really hard not to punch Mason. He couldn’t do that in front of his precious daughter.

Mason Verger reached for his pockets and found his business card, ‘’If you need anything give me a call.’’ He said and as he was about to give it to Aldona Hannibal quickly took the card, ‘’If we need anything we will let you know. Have good evening Mason.’’ When Mason left Hannibal threw the card into trash bin, ‘’Shall we leave girls?’’ Aldona jumped to hug her dad, ‘’He was an asshole, thank you dad.’’ Hannibal never liked cursing but her comment made him threw his head back and laugh, you joined them, even though you were happy and laughing you knew what was going to happen to Mr. Verger in the near future.

Thank you for reading. :)

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bottombaron · 3 years

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the high school Winterbaron au that I'll never write~

Zemo transfers to an American school. his father caught him attending a protest and he can't have him undermining the Sokovian government so now Zemo is living at his estranged mother's house in America.

his mother, being American, means Zemo has dual citizenship. her and his father are separated but not divorced. (Zemo hadn't seen her since she left them when he was four so their relationship isn't great)

Bucky is part of the large friend group of avenger characters (Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor etc.) but he feels left out. it used to be just him, Steve, Natasha, and then later Sam. but now Steve is being pulled away by friends like Tony and girlfriend Peggy. Bucky has Sam and Natasha, but Nat is closer with Clint and Sam is naturally more outgoing and popular than Bucky is, with his own friends.

basically Bucky is feeling lonely as fuck.

due to a complex powder-keg of racism, American ignorance (on the avenger's side), and an already deep-seated resentment of the Starks' and the American forces bombing Sokovia (on Zemo's side): him and the 'avengers group' do not get along and are instantly at each other's throats

Zemo is constantly causing mayhem at school and trying to get kicked out and sent back home. everyone pretty much hates him and he's fine with that.

*vague plot hand wave* something happens, a bet between Zemo and the 'avengers' ends up with Zemo getting to take one of them out on a date and they have do what he says for the day

he chooses Bucky and everyone is thrown

Bucky hardly knows this guy and Steve and Tony thought it would be one of them. they try to refuse on his behalf but Bucky's not that bothered, '*shrug* he's like, what? 5 even?? (he's not) I could just pick him up and throw him if he tried anything (he could do that tho), i'll be fine.'

Bucky feels weird about it more because he's not a part of this fucking drama and now he feels like he's been made the center of it

Steve and Tony are fighting over his involvement in this mess (Steve is protective, Tony is dismissive) and Bucky is just tiRED

Zemo had simply noticed Bucky was being abandoned by his friends and thought he looked lonely like him. but he's also a little shit and too busy playing the villain (and having a blast thank you very much) to drop the façade

so Bucky and Zemo agree to meet at a mall for a 'date'

the mall Zemo chooses is huge and luxurious and Bucky already feels uncomfortable in it. he sits and waits in the food court where there's at least a Hot Dog on a Stick he can feel a little within his financial comforts

Zemo finds him and they're off walking the mall

they bicker, they banter, and of course Zemo is fucking weird. he's acting like they've been friends for years and excitedly showing Bucky all the window displays like Bucky isn't (technically) there against his will. but it's not uncomfortable enough that he isn't starting to catch onto Zemo's chaotic rhythm and enjoy himself a little

they start to talk in that sarcastic playfully teasing way. Bucky's dry wit and Zemo's sharp flirty replies work really well together and they're actually kind of having a good time

until Zemo reminds Bucky he has to do what he says for the day and takes him to a really fancy boutique and informs Bucky that his task is to try on some clothes with Zemo

Bucky instantly feels panic when he's in the store, it's too big and too crowded and there's actual security guards in three piece suits giving him the most judgmental looks as if he's a criminal

everyone knows he doesn't belong there and that he's small and dirty

he starts to have a panic attack

Zemo notices and pulls Bucky into a corner of the store, hands him a bottle of water and instructs him to focus on drinking the bottle up to the label. every sip of water he must take a deep breath like he's coming up for air in a pool. let it out. and take another sip. and repeat.

Zemo tells Bucky he's going to be right back and leaves to talk to someone important

Bucky doesn't notice when everyone starts to leave the shop

the doors close, the lights dim, the music stops playing current pop and plays something soft and old. when Zemo comes back Bucky is feeling a lot better

Zemo says he talked with the manager and they told him he and Bucky could have the next couple of hours by themselves in the shop, if Bucky was still willing that is

Bucky feels embarrassed but Zemo starts ranting about everything that's triggering in the store, like it was everyone else's fault and not Buckys'. it makes him feel less ashamed. 'it's these florescent lights, the doormen were assholes, that music hurt my head too, etc'. like what Bucky had just went through was perfectly normal and not something bad Bucky did on purpose or for attention like people normally make him feel.

he doesn't question how Zemo got everyone to leave and the store to soften (he actually doesn't know Zemo is rich, he never bothered to know Zemo at all. he was just the guy everyone at school hated)

the two of them spend the time running around like children with the store all to themselves, the only other person a butler-like-attendant that serves them champaign and cashews.

Bucky braces for Zemo to dress him up like he promised he would. he's expecting a trim three piece suit that Zemo was eyeing earlier or something equally uncomfortable. but with how surprisingly well Zemo had been treating him Bucky feels like he can indulge a small dress up party for the guy

he's surprised again when Zemo's wardrobe choices for him are sinfully soft cotton jeans, t-shirts, and the sexiest leather jacket he's even seen

they're clothes Bucky would have picked for himself and he feels great in them

Zemo for his part steps out of the dressing room looking like Elton John meets Cruella DeVil

the ugliest purple fur coat, heels with gold accents, and a crop top that says 'break my hole not my heart' on it

Bucky: that is the ugliest fucking outfit I've ever seen

Zemo: thank you, I love it 😎

Bucky asks why he wasn't forced to wear something more high fashion, Zemo answers that, 'while I would love to see you in a suit I know you wouldn't be comfortable in one. attractiveness is about comfort. my style isn't yours. I'm comfortable in things that you would never be in which is why I make this look good. and you look exquisite in that.'

Bucky blushes but doesn't disagree. he does however tease Zemo about his outfit. 'are you sure you actually pull that off?'

Zemo: oh hunny, I'm fuckable in anything

Bucky switches into his old clothes and whistles when he sees the price tag. 'I could never afford this' Zemo looks, 'ah yes , that is quite the ridiculous mark up.'

Zemo: which is why I was planning on stealing it ;3

and then he runs out of the store with all the clothes he picked out for Bucky, still in his gaudy outfit

Bucky is dumbfounded but quickly runs after him and they stop only after they're at the other end of the mall, out of breath

Bucky: the actual fuck, Zemo!

Zemo: *is wearing his ~who me? I've never done anything wrong in my cute little life~ face* :3

Zemo explains shoplifting is good actually fuck capitalism

and doesn't explain that the reason why they had control of the store in the first place is because his father is an investor and everything they ran out with was technically already bought the moment they touched it

but he doesn't want Bucky to feel indebted for the clothes or make him feel like he needs charity. and rebellion (even pretend rebellion) is funner

Bucky suspects everything is fine anyway because he's not an idiot but it's funner to pretend for him too

the fantasy world that they've created outside of their actual lives and drama, in this mall, on this day, is freeing

Zemo releases Bucky of their deal, the time having been completed

Bucky, instead of leaving, takes Zemo's wrist and guides him to Hot Dog on a Stick at the food court

he treats him to a $5 dinner and watches, trying not to laugh, as Zemo attempts to eat a corndog with mustard in a pair of white Versace cashmere pants

it's the best date he's ever had

#winterbaron #bucky x zemo #zemo x bucky #zemo #helmut zemo #bucky barnes #sad days being the one to write a hs!au fic for comfort #hell not even a full fic #a ficlet?#anyways thanks for reading!#if anyone wants this to write yourself you're welcome to it 😊#i regret posting this without a readmore jesus this is long in the browser sry

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zeldas-cigarrette · 3 years

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𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

— word count; 1,213

— angsty and fluff???

— summary; you’ve been in love with Miranda, but you never felt enough for her.

— ⚢miranda priestly x fem!reader

—❥author’s note; I really don’t know how, but I came up with this one. This was the first time I’ve written again in over a month so yes, that’s that. I hope you’re good:)

🏷 tag list; @paulawand

Your family and friends would describe you as insecure, sometimes anxious, and definitely not very confident. Although you own a successful company, your private life was haunted by a lack of self-consciousness. Two years ago you’ve met Miranda Priestly at a charity gala, she caught your eyes. The mesmerizing woman captured you for the whole night and when she finally spoke to you, she asked you out for dinner. It scared you a little because you had never thought that a woman like her would talk to a girl like you. But despite your doubts about yourself, she seemed to like you a lot and after that one dinner, it came to even more. Miranda is a fiery woman, she was often very cutthroat and demanding with her staff; not going easy on them was her reputation. That’s why you were even more surprised at how gentle she was when you were out together.

It wasn’t until three months ago when she told you that over the years she had fallen in love with you. Usually, you would’ve felt honoured, and especially with her, you should’ve reacted differently. But in that very moment, all the things she was and you weren’t running in light speed through your mind. The thought of not being worthy enough to be with her totally suffocated you at that moment. Her white hair that normally shone like a halo over her head, lost its glow when you just turned around and walked away.You felt incredibly sorry for treating the woman that way. Although you reacted as only an idiot would, she reached out to you and explained how she wouldn’t want to risk the friendship you two had and how sorry she was. Again; It surprised you.

Miranda sent you flowers to work and you could only text her how grateful you were to have her as a friend. Deep down you didn’t just want her as a friend but the mere thought of being useless for her internally made your blood boil and you quickly stopped thinking about her. Since you two stayed friends, you still went out for dinner or had lunch together. Every time you saw her, the butterflies in your stomach came to life and you carefully imagined how it would be like to kiss her. You had to be careful to not get too attached again. Therefore every time you saw her again you got a little more distant and you knew she knew. You couldn’t tell her how much you disliked yourself so you tried to make her hate you just as much as you did.

When she called you in her office for lunch that Emily brought, you had this weird feeling in the gut. Not knowing what it was, you ignored it and walked through the glass doors to Runway. It was just as busy as usual, you saw Nigel having a seemingly wild conversation with Andi and Emily filed her nails. A small smile curved on Miranda’s lips when she saw you walking in her direction. „Hey,” you mumbled putting your jacket on the chair. „Hey, just sit I ordered your favorite,” her voice sounded strangled. You carefully opened the plastic box and your heart ached when you really saw your favourite meal in it. She was paying attention. It hurt your heart that you could never be with her. „Did you sleep well?” she asked stuffing a forkful of salad in her mouth. You wanted to capture that exact moment, that exact cute face of hers. You nodded unable to give a proper response.

Even though the food looked delicious, you could only eat small bites and stir your fork in it. It was rare that the sun was as bright and warm in New York as today. The huge glass windows in her office allowed you a wide sight on New York’s streets, thousands of people scurrying to their jobs. „Everything alright dear?” „Yes I’m fine,” a thin-lipped smile graced your face. She ran her left hand through her snow-white hair before putting her pencil down. „You’re quite pale, are you withholding anything from me? You know I hate liars,” Miranda’s voice sounded threatening. „No don’t worry.”

It felt like using her good side for my appalling behaviour. The lunch continued in horrible silence just as she was about to finish, Nigel stopped by for an important matter. Shortly after, Miranda excused herself and followed him. You could feel the weight lifting off your shoulders when she left the room. Playing pretend was never your thing and most of the time you failed miserably, but this time you seemed to be good. It took her some time to get back and you passed the time by scrolling through your phone. „I’m back, sorry for keeping you so long,” the white-haired woman took a seat again.

„Don’t worry I wanted to go anyway.” You didn’t. You wanted to spend every free second of your day just watching her. You quickly gathered your belongings and headed for the exit. „Wait!” Miranda’s normally quiet voice that changed into a short, loud noise, startled you. You jolted in her direction. „Did I do something that upset you?” she loudly complained. The air was suddenly caught in your throat. „Uh no, nothing,” your voice was shaky, knowing that it will end either in a fight or you telling her what it was really about.

„I just really need to go.”

„No you wait,” her soft hands gripped your wrist and pulled you after her in the office. „I thought we cleared things up, but now you’ve been acting strange ever since,” Miranda was in full rage and you knew it could be deadly to interfere with it. „Look, I’m not acting strange or anything in that direction. Maybe you’re just making it up,” you quietly replied fearing she’d kill you on the plate. „Making it up huh? I saw how you looked at me.” A sharp pain went through your chest.

„Do you really think that I’m not good enough for the great Y/n?” That was it, that was so wrong you could no longer keep your mouth shut, how could she not see how much of a miserable person you are? „You know what? No, I don’t think that you’re not good enough for me, but I certainly think that I will never be enough for you or anyone else,” the ranting ended in sobs. The face of the woman opposite you changed radically in pity. As if the whole situation wasn’t strange enough, Miranda pulled you on the couch and sat next to you.

„Don’t you ever say that again, never,” her hands warmed yours rapidly? „You’re more than enough for me, don’t you ever forget that,” she whispered softly. „I love you too?” it was hard for you to say, scared of she wouldn’t mean it after three months. Her hands quickly found their way up to your cheeks, cupping it to pull you closer. „Is that alright?” Miranda’s hot breath brushed your lips. Your lips landed on hers as a response, moving gently against hers.

‘Everything’s gonna be alright’ you affirmed in your head, not wanting to ruin the moment. Her perfume was intoxicating, lavender and vanilla.

#sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic #meryl streep #miranda priestly x reader #miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #x reader imagines #imagine #gay #angsty #fluff #the devil wears prada imagine #miranda priestly imagine #wlw love #wlw ship #meryl streep x reader

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